#<- i like putting it in the main tag cause its dead so it makes my post the cover of the tag.

[captainspaulding]

this is so crazy actually. poor boy spends the rest of eternity being nothing more than his dad's sacrifice.

#he died for him and then every single year he dies for him again. #and every year he comes back just to stay right by his side. the idolization. the everything. #im going through things. dont get me started on harper next. #2001 maniacs #<- i like putting it in the main tag cause its dead so it makes my post the cover of the tag. #maniacs #captain's log

[batpham-discord-highlights]

A PSA for tagging DPxDC Content

This post will include:

The proper tags to use when posting

Why we use them and not the parent fandom tags

A chart of key words to help you filter

Image descriptions under the cut

We know we can't control who tags what, and how tumblr chooses to work, or not work, but these are just some general guidelines to help everyone find or block our content.

What DPxDC Tags should you use? 

General: dpxdc always

More Specific Tags: Batpham, dpxjl, dpxyj

For ALL ships please add “ship” after the ship name. For example: Dead Tired ship, Dead on Main ship, Double Edged Sword ship

What Tags should you NOT use?

Parent Fandom Tags: Danny Phantom, dp, Phandom, Phanart, Phanfic, DC Comics, DC Universe, dc, Batfamily, Batfam, Superfam 

Variations of General Tags: dp x dc, dcxdp, dc x dp, dp x jl, dp x yj, dp/dc, dc/dp, 

For ships please don’t tag JUST the ship name. For example: Dead Tired, Dead on Main, Double Edged Sword

As a general fandom tag we are using dpxdc, WITH NO SPACES.

Why no spaces? Tumblr is so glitchy it’s baffling a very functional website. Because of this we’ve received reports that sometimes if a post is tagged "dp x dc" or “dp/dc” then, even when the tag is blocked, the posts will still show up in the individual "dp" and "dc" tags. That isn’t cool.

Why is it important to tag separately?

dpxdc is a big crossover. The crossover fandom has been rapidly growing over the past year. The crossover fandom drowns out the original dp/danny phantom fandom by a lot, especially for people who may be interested in dpxdc but also want to enjoy regular phandom content. By not using the dp and danny phantom tags, it helps a lot to not drown out the main fandom's inhabitants and content. dpxdc as a fandom tends to pump out a lot of content (which is amazing), but that means that we need to be careful to not suffocate the main fandoms. "Why can't I tag the danny phantom or batfam main fandoms? it's a crossover" -- yeah, it is a crossover, but it's a crossover that is huge (especially in comparison to danny phantom) and dpxdc has taken over the main fandom tags. It's causing a lot of animosity and tension on both sides.

Additionally, the crossover (like most fandoms) comes with some common characterizations, tropes, aus, and concepts that tend to be interpretations that do not link back to the main fandom well. While fandoms come up with their own characterizations, tropes, aus, and concepts, it's important to know when a crossover fandom has existed long enough to establish its own sets of common themes that the main fandom may want nothing to do with.

This doesn’t mean you have to pick between dpxdc and its parent fandoms, like Danny Phantom or DC or Batfam. Indeed, by NOT tagging dpxdc with its parent fandoms, you are ensuring that people who want a space for dpxdc and a space for its parent fandoms can have both! We don’t have to pick sides! But in order to have both, we need to tag dpxdc content with a tag we can search (that is, dpxdc), AND we need to make sure we’re NOT tagging the parent fandoms (such as, danny phantom).

What if I don't want to see dpxdc content?

Here {link} is an in depth guide on how to block tags and filter certain content from appearing on your dash. We also ask that you please keep any venting out of the dpxdc.

However, if you’d like an easy list of terms to just put into your filters, we’ve made a chart!

Thank you!!! 🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇

[image description: A table with 3 categories, “DC Content”, “DPxDC content” and “DP content. 

Under “DC Content” are listed: dc comics, dc, batfam, Young Justice Cartoon, Young Justice , Teen Titans, Teen Titans 2003, Batman, Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Justice League, Superman, Clark Kent, Metropolis , Jason Todd, Red Hood, Tim Drake, Red Robin, Damian Wayne, Lazarus Pit, Lazarus Water, Ras al Ghul, Watchtower, Constantine, John Constantine, Robin dc.

Under “DPxDC content” are listed: dpxdc, dp x dc, dcxdp, dc x dp, dp x dc crossover, dp x dc prompt, dp x dc fanfic, dp x dc au, dp x yj, dpxyj, dp x jl, dpxjl, dpxdc event, Batpham, Danny Fenton/Dick Grayson, Death Defying, Danny Fenton/Jason Todd, Dead on Main ship, Danny Fenton/Cassandra Cain, Dead Silent, Danny Fenton/Tim Drake, Brain Dead, Dead Tired, Danny Fenton/Damian Wayne, Dead Serious, Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd, Anger Management ship, Hardcover, Jazz Fenton/Cassandra Cain, Silent Jasmines, Dani Phantom/Damian Wayne, Serious Chaos, Double Edged ship, Dani Phantom/Mar'i Grayson, Space Princess, Demon Twins.

Under “DP content” are listed: Danny Phantom, Phandom, Phanart, Phanfic, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Vlad Masters, Vlad Plasmius, Ghost King Danny, Ghost Zone, Infinite Realms, A Glitch in Time, Amity Park, Nasty Burger, Everlasting Trio, Badger Cereal, Dan Phantom, Valerie Gray, Team Phantom, Jazz Fenton, Clockwork, Skulker, Fenton, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Eldritch danny, Fright Knight. end]

#dpxdc #batpham server #batfam #tagging both parent fandoms only because they need to know what to block and what to tag if they're getting into it #Danny Phantom #dp #dp crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x yj #batman #danny fenton #dc comics #dc universe #justice league #young justice #batfamily #phandom

[tiredly101]

New Neighbor Part 4

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Summary: Love interest is your role in Sally's play but that means that the main star can't keep up with their calm persona around you because, well, you are you.

Illustrated Au, picture by @ihasnoplann

Its finally the day where the play is being presented, Wally can't help but be nervous. Not because he is going to act, he has done that multiple times before infront of tourists, but because today M/n and him are going to dance and be romantic with each other thorough the whole play.

Worst thing is that Andy, the love interest, was inspired by how M/n is when he is in a relationship! He is basically giving Wally a taste of what it would be like to date him and Wally was starting to get addicted to the taste.

Wally was backstage waiting for the signal that the play was starting, he wondered where M/n was since he still hadn't arrived.

"Hello my darling, I'm not late am I?," Asked M/n making Wally's heart skip a beat. He turned around to say hi to him since he was finally able to talk without stuttering, that much at least, but he stopped dead in his tracks. M/n had his hair down, his eyes were sparkling under the moonlight; his makeup was subtle and at the same time it wasn't but what really left Wally speechless was the red apple earrings he was wearing to finish his outfit. Wally still speechless only shakes his head as an answer for him which made M/n laugh while walking closer to him, only stopping in front of him to lift his face up with his fingers.

"Well you look deliciously perfect my dear~," was all M/n said before letting go of Wally and walk into the stage, Wally following behind with wobbly legs while little hearts danced around his head. He waved them off before entering the stage and reciting his lines.

They finally got to the final scene, the scene where Wally and M/n are supposed to dance and so the dance begins. Soft music plays while M/n and Wally move their hip along the beat, M/n gives Wally the softest of smile and then spins him.

"Well honey, it seems it's only you and I against the world," says M/n softly while looking at Wally before making him spin one last time to put him in the famous dip.

"Seems like it, is that a problem?," Says Wally softly while staring at M/n's eyes before he smiled softly at Wally which caused a blush to appear.

"Not at all," says M/n softly while cupping one of Wally's cheeks. Wally was blushing like a mad man, he knew this scene was supposed to be like this but he can't help but feel sad that he could only get this loving treatment from M/n from his play. He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want the long taste of the relationship he could have with M/n to end.

"Not at all," M/n repeats softly before connecting in a gentle yet passionate kiss, his lips fitting perfectly with Wally's. The curtain closed while they kissed and they could hear the cheering from the crowd. They separated, even though Wally chased M/n's lips as a reaction, and they got off the position. The curtains opened again and all of the cast joined hands and bowed while the public threw roses at them.

M/n's hand lingered on Wally's before breaking the beautiful hold and giving Wally a peck on his cheek with a soft smile. M/n walked away leaving a very love struck Wally on the stage.

Tag list:

@farleyis @whynot5243 @fluffyart5000 @blueberricowboi @bonesbonesbonesuponbones @who-let-me-write-this @eyesarefullofstars @pr5is1ng @just-random-post @whoamveye @nettaw @sleepyscxry @theorchardcollective @thelostboys11 @darling-w

Part five? Why not! Do tell if you want to be tagged

#welcome home #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x reader #Tiredly Jackie writes #New Neighbor

[apollos-boyfriend]

okay i put these as tags on another post BUT i think it should be a post on its own so. based on the clue that cellbit got yesterday about the middle not being the true answer, i think what the three of them found at seemingly the middle of the maze was a distraction by the federation to make them believe the eggs are fully gone. because a lot of the recent chaos and discord on the island has been caused by the eggs' disappearance, right? phil's covering of the main building, forever's bloodlust and destructive tendencies, bad's torturing of an employee. if the federation is able to make them believe the eggs are dead, that there's nothing that can be done, they likely think things will come back to normal. that the islanders will stop fighting, because nothing can be done. of course, we know that would only make them less cooperative, but it makes sense from the federation's pov to pull something like this

#icarus speaks #icarus liveblogs #just theorizing tho

[fatheriimaginedyoutaller]

(SCRIPT PREVIEW)

Hey ya'll. Hope you're all having a great afternoon! I'm here to bring you a little update about this post.

After watching some video essays for inspiration, I began developing a draft for a script about Robin: Son of Batman (2015). Analyzing the story implications, themes and motifs! :)

And because ya'll been so supportive of my nerdy endeavours, you guys are getting a special preview of the aforementioned draft! (criticisms accepted of course!)

Part of the script avaliable under cut

tagging in: @fancyfade @fluffykitty149 @cleoeatsit

The first issue of the comic run starts with Damiam returning some sort of cultural artifacts to their rightful owners; an order of monks in mainland China.  So, immediately, we got this Tomb Raider/Indiana Jones kind of plot point.  

(Man I sure hope it doesn’t get abandoned halfway through and pivots to portraying  the replacement of an autocracy with another autocracy where the head of state its not even from the country as a good thing)

ahem…

He gets interrupted by League of Assassins members which he fights off with the help of his pet, Goliath the Bat-dragon. He wins said fight and is lavished for returning the sacred object by the locals

All while a masked figure is observing the scene while saying: 

“(...) there cannot be redemption for the year of the blood”

This introduction to the comic is interesting because it highlights the main narrative theme and framing device of the whole story: The Quest for Redemption.

Before we even know exactly what Damian is doing and why he's doing it. We know he's looking to mend a rift. To make a past wrongdoing right. And then we find out someone wants to stop him…

This forms an interesting parallel with real life survivors of schoolyard abuse aka bullying.

Now, hear me out…

 Many kids (especially those with conditions such as autism) are manipulated by their bullies into doing bad things to other children. They generally do this by preying on their loneliness and desire to be accepted by their peers. And so said kids carry out acts of hazing to other children, perpetuating a cycle of harm.

A cycle which is hard to escape from. Because if you hurt someone, regardless of if you were manipulated or not, that person will probably not trust you after the fact. And if you add into account the environment of a school, where rumors spread like wildfires, there's a high chance you develop a bad reputation. Cause other people have no way of knowing you did it while being threatened into being a social pariah. It's a no win situation.

Damian's story is simile to this. Sure, the acts he carried out were far more extreme and he was not manipulated by an outsider but by his own grandfather, Ra’s Al Ghul.  But the effects of his psyche, development and public perception are all the same.

Think about it: His claims to being either the Blood Son or the Grandson of the Demon  are basically him trying to justify his existence  to a family that, for all he knows, could abuse him again. Which leads him to having a thought process where he has to be the best of the best in the room, cause the only other alternative is death. and for that he’s punished. Even though no one ever bothered to teach him the normal social protocols for a boy his age. 

So when you make that reading of Damian, and put into the context of a story where he, by his own volition, decides he’s gonna try and reverse all the harm he caused while being essentially groomed. You get something really powerful.

Well…kind of…

There’s a few things that stuck out with the framing of this arc. The most glaring one being: this arc takes place after he comes back from the dead. After being trapped in hell for the better part of a year after being killed by his own clone.

By making Damian’s journey for redemption take place after he’s been through literal Hell, there’s the subtle implication that he’s not doing it out of his own free will, but to avoid some sort of celestial punishment.

And that’s not a bad idea per se, if the comic acknowledged that implication. Because it does put an interesting question into the table. “Does it matter why we do good things? As long as we do them?” Does it matter if Damian doesn’t kill anymore because of “selfish” reasons. After all, why would an orphan he saves from a fire care if he used to be bad or not? Should that matter to anyone?

That last part is a testament, I think, to how much better executed some ideas that writers at DC have would be if they played them straight. If they acknowledged the implications of their writing instead of just doing something because they thought it would be cool or dramatic. 

#my post #batman #damian wayne #dc comics #batfamily #robin #batfam #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #rsob #robin: son of batman #dc meta #character analysis #media analysis #literary analysis #meta

[illusivesoul]

Mass Effect Trilogy Tag

Was tagged by @nowandthane Thank you :)

I'll tag @marythegizka @vorchagirl @judithmactir @drelldreams @messydiabolical and @secretagentdragon . Only if you feel like doing this, of course.

I'll put the blanks here and my answers under the cut.

I am a fan since:

Favourite game of the series?:

MShep or FShep?:

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?:

Biotics or Tech:

Paragon or Renegade:

Favourite Class:

Favourite Companion:

Least favourite Companion:

My squad selection:

Favourite In-game romance:

Other pairings I like:

Favourite NPC:

Favourite Antagonist:

Favourite Mission:

Favourite Loyalty Mission:

Favourite DLC:

Control, Synthesis or Destroy:

Favourite Weapon:

Favourite Place:

A quote I like:

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I am a fan since: 2017. I had finished the Dead Space series and was emotionally devastated, and wanted to try out more sci fic games. I had heard about Mass Effect (in particular the mess that the original ending for me3 had been and the Andromeda hate wave that was going around back then) and decided to give it a go. And I ended up emotinally devastated once more lol

Favourite game of the series?: ME3. The story, the soundtrack, the whole emotional weight and all the heavy moments make it my favourite of the series.

MShep or FShep?: Femshep, but I've definetely grown to like Maleshep over the years, especially cause of the Cortez romance.

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: Most of my Sheps are earthborns, but I have a couple colonists and just one spacer. Love me some tragic backstories lol

Biotics or Tech: Tech 4 ever. Incinerate, hacking, tech armour goes brrr.

Paragon or Renegade: Have always leaned more towards renegade or paragade or renegon, mostly cause I feel that a pure Paragon Shep feels almost too naive and innocent with some of the responses they have.

Favourite Class: Infiltrator, followed closely behind by Sentinel and Engineer.

Favourite Companion: A tie between Javik, Kasumi and Zaeed.

Least favourite Companion: Legion. Not that I dont like Legion in particular, its just that i dont care much about the Geth overall.

My squad selection: I dont really have a set squad. Im always rotating characters to hear their dialogues.

Favourite In-game romance: Shiara was my main ship for many years, but now my favourites are Shaynor and Shortez.

Other pairings I like: Jack and Kahlee Sanders, Javik and Zaeed, Ashley and Samantha, Kaidan and Steve, etc. Rarepairs are my jam and I have so many lol.

Favourite NPC: So many, but just to name some. Gianna Parasini, Kelly, Lorik Qui'in and the turian mechanic in Noveria.

Favourite Antagonist: The Illusive Man without a doubt.

Favourite Mission: ME1 - Feros, ME2 - Kasumi's Loyalty Mission, ME3 - Thessia.

Favourite Loyalty Mission: Kasumi's.

Favourite DLC: Omega and Leviathan.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: Low EMS destroy is my favourite ending, cause I love all the angst and how it really shows just how destructive the war really was, and how hard the rebuilding will be. Its imo the most "realistic" version of the endings. Also really like Control and Refusal.

Favourite Weapon: The Black Widow and the Phalanx cause I like the sound it makes.

Favourite Place: Ilos cause it always makes me so nostalgic about the first time I played.

A quote I like: "There. Earth. I wish you could see it like I do, Shepard. It's so... perfect". This quote from TIM devastated me when I first heard it and it keeps giving me all the feels to this day.

#tag meme

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Man i just found your blog and whatever au you got going on looks so interesting i just have no idea what's going on. Do you have like a post or something explaining exactly what it is :')

I had one, but I can’t find it so I’ll just start a sorta. Starter pack/master post for all of my main Mandela Catalogue aus, and will be updating this post with any new ones I make.

This is gonna be long, so. Bear with me.

The Alternate AU

The alt au is, in its simplest terms, a swap au, basically swapping the alternate characters and the human characters. (Making the humans alternates and vice versa.)

The main plot is thus: Mark Heathcliff after the events of TMC Vol 1, comes back from the dead, furious at Cesar for leaving him to die and “causing” his death. Cesar has an encounter with Alt Mark, fleeing Mandela and living in Bythorne, joining the BPS eight years after that incident, meeting Sarah Heathcliff, and Seth Greer. (the leader of the bps and this aus version of six. Though he. May as well be an oc knowing how different they are.)

There are of course other storylines that happen in this au, involving Adam, Jonah, Thatcher, and Ruth. Here are some screenshots of basic character info:

(More info relating to the characters can be found here)

This au also has fan fictions I’ve written portraying the aus main events, and I’ll link them below in recommended reading order:

1. Prologue

2. Wellness Check

3. Winter break 1998

4. New beginnings

5. Fateful reunion

6. Reluctant Allies

Additional ones that have no specific reading order:

Intruder alert — Turning point — Remembrance - Awake

There are fan-made aus of this au you might’ve seen on my blog, that are not canon in the slightest, such as:

return AU: all turned Alts are turned back into humans

Gemini AU: characters are fused together into singular beings

Monster au: everything’s the same but the human characters are monsters. Halloween themed kinda

Additional info can be seen in the #tmc alternate au tag on my blog, or the specific character tags I’ll put on this post. There’s so much to this au that. I can’t put it all here otherwise we’d be here all day. /lh

The Mandela Prophet AU

This au, which is smaller in scale to the one above, is centered on Adam Murray, and takes place directly after the events of vol 2.

After being left behind by Jonah, Adam is approached by alternate Gabriel, and is given an offer that he’ll get all the knowledge he wants, as long as he follows Gabriel. Adam in his desperate want for the truth, accepts Gabriel’s offer, but is betrayed when they instead inflict him with a supernatural alternate parasite, that takes over his body and gives victims M. A. D.

Here is a small sorta medical sheet that kinda explains said parasite, along with the Prophets official design:

Fics:

1. Long walk home

2. Sleepless nights

3. Parasite

4: Intuition (non canon)

5: Buried Memories

6: Confrontation

Any other info on this au is found in the tag #mandela prophet

LabRats AU

The basic premise of this au is thus:

The characters of TMC are put through experiments in a scientific facility (Mandela BioTech), which is owned by Gabriel, a scientist obsessed with "perfection" and Dave Lee, a man that's reluctant, but willingly ignorant to the horrid acts happening under his watch. The main characters are mutated, given sometimes supernatural abilities. More info is in the #tmc Labrats au tag, so I recommend you start there, as this explanation is. pretty short.

Fic(s):

Prologue

Interview fics (can be read in any order): #02: Cesar

#04: Mark

Home Sweet Home au

In this au, it takes the whole. "Cesar's house is an alternate" theory and runs with it. Mark feels. oddly attached to the House, subconsciously always wanting to stay there and. make himself comfortable. While Cesar remains unaware that his Home is alive, and that he's been living in the belly of the beast for his entire life.

This au is still in production, meaning I recommend looking through the tag #tmc Home sweet Home au to get more info. plus, here's a link to the prologue!!

-Home is where the heart is

-Barotrauma

-Encounter

-Leah Heathcliff Interview

-Arthur Heathcliff interview

-Radio silence

I'm always up for questions about my aus, so feel free to send them in if you have any! :)

#asks are neat #ramblings :) #Mandela catalogue #tmc alternate au #alt return au #alt Gemini au #monster alt au arc #mandela prophet #tmc labrats au #tmc home sweet home au #lieutenant gabriel #seth greer (tmc) #cesar torres (alt au) #alt Dave #alt mark #alt Adam #alt Jonah #alt thatcher #alt ruth #body horror #face horror #au master post here look at it #I hope this all makes sense. I tried to be in depth without taking too long

[rock-n-onyx]

After a long while of writing, I am finally ready to release my newest fic! @silvercaptain24 I think I might be joining that little group you have going on that constantly hurts wars lol

Anyways! Tw: Child Abuse

I also need some help coming up with tags for Ao3 cause I suck at tagging btw

Damnit. There weren’t supposed to be this many monsters. Where in the name of Hylia did they come from? Warriors swung his sword and danced around the bokoblin he was fighting. More monsters were seemingly appearing out of nowhere and it was starting to tire everyone out. This was just supposed to be a simple mission with only a few infected monsters to kill! It was near his home village, and he couldn’t exactly say no to protecting it.

Finally, though, it looked like the crowd was thinning again. He could actually see his comrades now through the horde. And now he could also see the main source of their problems. A wizzrobe with a bird-like beak sat in the center, occasionally waving its wand around and summoning more monsters. Bingo.

“Wild!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, “That wizzrobe! Shoot him down!” An arrow went whizzing by and embedded itself into a monster right next to it.

“I can’t get a clear shot!” He heard Wild faintly shout back over all the yelling and clash of blades. He cursed under his breath. He started to fight his way towards the wizzrobe, hoping to thin the gaggle of monsters hanging around there.

He fought through and was about to engage with another enemy when a yell ripped through the clearing, “WARS, WATCH OUT!”. He spun around, just in time for a blast from the wizzrobes wand to hit him dead center in his chest. The force was enough to knock him over and he lay on the ground gasping as the air in his lungs left him empty inside.

He thought he heard someone shout to cover him but he couldn’t quite discern who said it through the thick fog coating his mind. His thoughts became muddled and he groaned and sat up, holding his head. What- what was going on? Where was he? He- he couldn’t remember. The fog settled into place, dulling his memory and making his flight-or-fight reflex kick into overdrive.

Fighting. It sounded like there was fighting. He snapped his head up, eyes blown wide and breath quickening as he took in his surroundings. People, there were strange people he didn’t know, calling out at him. Warriors, they were calling him Warriors, why? That wasn’t his name. His name was Link, and these strange, armored, and armed people were standing very close. Too close. He crawled backward quickly, never taking his eyes off of them.

They looked surprised and confused, as if they weren’t expecting a reaction like that. One of them, a brown haired kid with simple clothes, reached out for him, “Wars? It’s okay, it’s just us.” He faltered when he saw how scared Link looked, “Warriors?”

Link stood up, slowly backing away and the eight strangers looked at him worriedly. The eldest, the one with the scar over his eye, held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Link? That’s your name, yeah? It’s alright.” Link looked at him confusedly, how did this man know his name? His eyes darted as he saw one of the men reaching for something. His heart leaped out of his chest as he turned tail and ran into the forest, not caring of the shouts behind him telling him to stay.

His mind was racing. What was going on? He leaped over a tree root, as he heard the footsteps behind him getting fainter. Good, he was losing them. Then he heard another pair of footsteps catching up and he spared a look over his shoulder. It was that brown-haired kid again, and he looked like he had no trouble maneuvering through the forest like him.

He took a sharp left, hoping to throw him off his trail, but he kept right on after him like a hound chasing down the terrified rabbit. Eventually they reached another clearing, and at this point had thoroughly lost the other seven, so only he and the kid remained. He spun around and put his fists up into a fighting stance. The kid looked weak enough, he could probably take him in a fight.

He obviously wasn't expecting such a sudden stop as he skidded to a standstill a bit aways. He put his hands up in a surrender, “Hey, hey, hey, I’m not looking for a fight!”

“Then why’d ya chase me through the woods, then?” He snarled, not lowering his guard at all. The kid seemed at a loss for words, and he took a step forward threateningly. The kid didn’t back down and slowly raised his hands into a guard. Good, seems the kid gets that he won’t be going down without a fight.

He didn’t want to let him get the first punch in, so he swung his fist first, and it connected solidly with his nose. The kid’s hand flew up to grab at it, and he kicked him in the side, knocking him down to the ground. He heard the sound of the others approaching and took that as his sign to flee.

He disappeared into the forest before they could catch sight of him and he grinned. Now, he really should be getting home, although… did he really have to go back right now? Maybe he’ll get lucky and he won’t be home yet. He slowed down to a walk as he entered the village again. He got some weird stares, but he ignored them. He was used to people looking at him strangely. After all, blonds aren’t exactly common around here.

The village looked a bit different than how he remembered it, but he chalked it up to his foggy memory messing with him. He turned onto the small side street that his father lived on. The lights weren’t on, good, maybe that means he wasn’t home yet and he could get to his room before he noticed. That plan was soon thrown out the window however when he smelled the heavy stench of alcohol.

Great, his father is home and he’s been drinking. Maybe he should just go. Usually it wasn’t worth it trying to get back into the house when his father was drunk. The door swung open with a loud bang, and out came his father, a booze bottle still in his hand and leaning on the doorway for support. Link flinched backwards as his heart crept up into his throat.

“You pest, what the hell do ya think you’re doing back here?! Did I ever say ya could show yer face around here again?” His father shouted at him, and Link stayed rooted in place, terror making his veins turn to ice. His father grumbled and turned back into the house, exiting with a thick leather belt.

That made him take a step back, breath caught in his throat as he approached, hand holding the belt high. “Well? Ain’t ya gonna say anything? Or are ya too much of a coward, like you always have been?” His eyes were wild, crazed, and he looked murderous. Link stumbled backwards, tripping over a loose rock and falling down onto his rear.

He looked up in terror, arms held up to protect his face as the belt came striking down. It lashed his arms and if not for the bracers he wore, would have left bloody scratches. As it were, it stung like hell and he winced and prepared for another blow as his father went to strike him again.

“Excuse me sir, what in the name of Hylia do you think you are doing?” A cold, steely voice came from behind him and he flinched, covering his head and pulling his legs up to his chest. His heart hammered in his chest and in the resulting silence that followed he feared it would be heard.

“What the hell do you think I’m doing? I’m teaching the brat a lesson, now scram! This ain’t for you to step into stranger.” His father’s voice was eerily calm, but he could see the simmering rage underneath it. He didn’t dare look up when he heard no movement from behind him. For a moment he thought he might have left, but then a heavy hand settled on his shoulder and he flinched horribly, curling into a tight ball.

The hand immediately left him, and he heard the two men arguing but he couldn’t hear them over the pounding of heart and the ringing in his ears. Breathing was becoming difficult as the world around him was muffled through a thick layer of static. A hand on his shoulder again, light and the touch careful. He barely registered it and the voice murmuring garbled nonsense to him.

A hand gently pried his hand away from where it was tugging viciously at his hair, instead settling it onto his chest. He felt the deep breaths and subconsciously tried to mimic it. Eventually breathing became easier and he could feel the world around him again.

“Hey, you back with me Link?” He flinched when he heard the voice, but recognition soon followed and he sobbed.

“..Time..?” His voice was wavering and soft, but he was pulled close and wrapped in a loose hug. He breathed in the slight mossy scent and buried his face into his chest. “Tell Roolie.. that I’m sorry..”

He heard time chuckle, “Well, you can tell him yourself. Let’s go home okay?” Warriors took one last look at his ‘home’. No, that wasn’t home, not anymore. Home meant friends, and banter, and camping under the stars. Home was with his family, the family he made. With the help of Time, Wars stood up again. And he never looked back.

#lu warriors #lu hyrule #lu time #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #legend of zelda

[pinkyjulien]

Okay now I'm gonna jump on the bandwagon of the prev ask about Valentin's and Mitch's first meeting 👀 how does his story continue with Takemura (if at all?) Does he track Valentin down, and how, or is what follows immediately after being saved and stable again also diverging from canon? (I just love the image of Goro showing up all dusty and exasperated at the nomad's camp like "There you are!! Fucking finally!" XD)

AAAAAHHH FHF Eating you UwU

They DO meet up properly eventually! 👀 (more old screenshots being used to illustrate here hfhf)

After getting his bullet extracted, Val stayed a couple of days at camp; he couldnt really do much in his state, plus the caldos wouldnt just simply let him go like that

Mitch and Scorp were keepin an eye on him, they were responsible of him after all; if Val turned out to be a danger to the clan, they would've finished the job, succeeding where Dex failed

Val eventually woke up, and he was asked a couple of basic, straight forward question by Mitch; his name, where he's from, and what happened. Val didnt lie, but he also didnt mention the whole -arasaka- thing. He might be a gonk, but he's not dumb; saying that his failed gig was an heist on Arasaka, when every radios and tv stations been blasting about Saburo's death for the path days wouldnt be a smart move fhksjgj

It was all over the news- and Dex probably left Night City too (< at that time he wasnt aware Takemura killed him yet. Dex took Goro to the dump, only to find it completly empty. He got popped before he could swear he left him here hfjd)

Infos and Rumors goes around extremely fast in NC, especially between fixers, so Dexter departure/disappearance and Saburos death wasnt a coincidence at all; so was Jackie's and Valentin's potential death. (Jackie being confirmed dead cause he sent his body to his fam, but people had no idea where Val was)

He had to get back to NC, to Viktor, Misty- his friends, the only people he had left over there

That night at camp, Valentin experienced the Johnny Night TM; of course, he freaked out, screaming and talking "to himself" - Ripper wasnt far, knew the screams where coming from the nursery and quickly gave injected him some tranquilizer

In the morning, not sure whatever happened was a dream or not, he asked Mitch and Scorp (not friends yet, but the only guys he knew around) if someone could drive him back to NC- Dakota was still around and since she had to go back to her Garage soon, he could tag along and she'd get one of her guy to drive him to Vik's

During the drive, he explained to Dakota what happened, from the heist, the relic, Jackie- ans the weird dreams he's been getting (she's like a mother figure to him, a trusted friend)

She didnt liked any of that and pressed him to get checked properly asap, hoping this might be a virus that can get easily wiped out

Once at Vik, everyone was happy and relieved to see him alive "and well", but it quickly changed when Viktor took a closer look, obviously

He also mentioned that a guy, kinda sus looking, came in looking for him the day before. Said he could help him if he ever show up. (Takemura is a resourceful guy, I'm pretty sure he could pin down V's main ripperdoc to ask questions- and Viktor, knowing that Jackie did die, would trust Takemura's story and information since it correlate with what Vik knows)

So they make contact and eventually meet up at Tom's Diner like the canon timeline 👁👄👁

Despite all the years its still a ROUGH MAP AND TIMELINE FHJSJF that I really need to properly put down 💀💀 BUT YEAH FHDJ

Thank you friendo for the ask!! 🤗🧡🧡

#God I REALLY NEED TO GET BACK ON HIS LOOOOOREEEE #I changed so much shit there I gotta make sure the points still connect you know fhsjjg #I love the OG storyline and want to swim as close to it as possible uwu to keep it logical #while making it STINKYYY #Ask #ElvenBeard #about valentin #long post #Yall got me THINKING ABOUT MY BB

[evilrat-sabre]

Centipede Tango Tek - CTT Au Master post

This is my master post about my Tango Tek is a Centipede AU/Headcanon, but now with more coherent thoughts of what I want.

TW WARNINGS: Zombies, Insects, Body horror, Gore, Low self esteem and mental health problems. (If you think I should add another tag pls let me know, this is my silly au I don't want to cause distress to no one.)

Note: As I am writing some things may change, so I will update this note with the date I last changed something here. (08/08/2023)

I swear it's not that bad, but messing with zombie characters gets messy very fast.

In this AU main plot I have:

-Tango is a parasitic modded mob that should not be a player but is.

-He specifically is a Centipede that lives in dead corpses and is basically like a zombie with guts that attack if the main body is damaged/destroyed. 

-Here is a link for a text book description I made of his species.(Somethings I wrote there are not up to date with my current headcanon.)

-Tango being a sentient being and a player, he mostly functions like a zombie hybrid player ex.Cleo and Zloy

- He has two bodies : His decoy body (The corpse of a permadead player he rides) and his real body (His centipede one)

-His two bodies are code linked. Let me explain: Tango Tek code will only show right when he is “complete”, when he is separated his close name tag glitches and Tango appears afk in an admin screen. He will only respawn if his real body is damaged and as his decoy body is a literal corpse, it will only repair itself when the damage taken caused a respawn death. Any other type of damage taken in his decoy body he has to repair it Himself (this type of damage and repair, applies to most undead players, Cleo is one of them.). If Tango is killed without his decoy body, the decoy body will not respawn with him, he has to go fetch it.

- Just to be clear, Tango didn’t just found a random corpse and started riding it, His decoy body is with him since he first “spawned”, He woke with all the information that a fresh new player needs to knows, but instead of the corpse receiving it, what got it was the vermin inhabiting it.

-One thing that makes him stay awake at night is the fact that, he already had a years long register from before he spawned, he had money, he had a Hypixel account and he had a name: Tango. He added the Tek latter, because of a dear friend of his, that is until now the only important OC I dared to put in this AU.

-Tango Spawned in an residential world where being a hostile mob hybrid wasn't looked upon with good eyes, so since early he learned to use makeup and clothes to pass as a mostly human player.

-He spend weeks of his early days training his fine motor coordination, so he can pass as a clumsy human and not a decaying corpse being controlled by a insect (It's like playing cuphead with your keyboard slightly upside down) 

-He spend years isolated in single player worlds, because of the fear of what he is and what would be done to him in the case that other people discover.

-His eyes are red, because his decoy body doesn't have its eyes anymore, so he just uses his own real body to cover it. When someone asks why his eyes are weird red swirls, he just says he was cursed by the "universe".

-This "he is a bug, that rides a dead body and is basically a zombie, but he is disguized as a human" thing, may have started as a form of defense to not suffer from the discrimination that aggressive mob hybrids suffered in that era, but with time it turned in a type of self hate. Even when compared with other zombies and undead hybrids, he can see he is not the same and this really bugged him. He can only say that his red eyes (that are a literal part of his real body) are a curse of the universe too many times, until he started to believe it himself.

-So his disguise turned more permanent than it should. It's been some decades and no one really knows the truth, the only one that really knows is himself "Human" if asked Tango Tek.

-As I said it started as a means of protection, but even when the wheels turned and the ones that were the real problem now are a minority, Tango still is hiding. He knows he is an anomaly, that he should not be capable of thinking of feeling! Someway in his path he started to think of himself as a monster, as an unlovable being and even when he entered Hermitcraft, a place where everyone is accepted, he continued to hide. 

-Now more than his self hate, he has fear: fear of being lonely again, of his family (his only family) hating him for what he is (he hates what he is, he wish he could be normal).

-Tbh he should see a therapist, the really angst part of this AU is Tango's poor mental health state, he is so blinded with his own fallacy, that he is a wrong unlovable monster, to notice that his friends and family never would trade him for anything else.

-This type of self hate is something that builds slowly, but Tango has decades of auto inflicted isolation to construct this narrative. Believe me, Isolation does things to a person's mental state.

Some little curiosities:

-Tango is a make-up guru as a moving plot point, he uses makeup to cover his undeadnes.

-Since he entered Hermitcraft his makeups started to become more and more detailed, he had a few hiccups in the path and Impulse has a lot of blackmail from his failed attempts.

-Because of his "is a bug riding a dead body" thing, he doesn't have a very fine motor skill, so he can't really do things like sewing or anything that requires a good working set of fingers. (His makeup is mostly a exception because he had years to really refine his ability to paint his own face)

-He does his red stone using mostly his real body, he puts the rough components in place with his decoy body and then uses his real body to do the finer connection and setup of the machines. 

-This means that when he does redstone his decoy body just lay where Tango put it before he goes to “redstone world” (anyone who finds it would think that Tango has permadied), he escaped a lot of close calls since entering hermitcraft.

-Fun fact, because he is a anomaly in the code his decoy body and real body are counted as one in his code, and because his decoy body was originally of a human player that permadied, his code when superficially looked just says that he is a human (it makes easier to lie to admins)

-Because of his "bugged" code, he can only access his inventory while riding his decoy body, so it can be tricky if Tango is separated from it.

-Tango can talk as a bug, It's harder without proper vocal cords and has a clicking intonation to it, but he can speak. It comes from nothing and he really doesn't wants to talk how it works.

-As I said previously, Tango is the name of the permadied corpse, the Tek is something that he put after. (Tek is the onomatopoeia of the clicking sound he does when happy. It is too a type of “happy greeting” between bug players)

-Tango has proper formal admin training, he has gone to Admin school and has a degree.

List of fics I am planning to do or I did already in this universe:

-Tango needs Cleo's help with undead things and its forces him to reveal more than he has revealed in a long time: Everyone always forget that corpses have a lot of things to say. (One shot)

-Someone finds Tango's body when he is redstoning things and now everyone knows: Tango’s Castle of Cards.(4/5 chapters still incomplete I am working in it I swear)

-Scar backstory

-Cleo and Tango go shoping in the Zombie market.

-Tango and Zed discover a thing

-Tango and Vintage beef bug friendship.

-Tango and Hypnotized visit a graveyard.

#tango tek #tango tek headcanon #Centipede tango tek #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #au masterpost #tw blood #tw body horror #tw bones #tw bugs #tw corpse #tw zombies #This is the literal bug crainling in my head since last month #centipede tango tek au

[bug-decal-kissing]

Hey friends!

Chasing Stars, by time_woods, was updated today, with 4/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Adventure Time AU, chasing stars au, this is like enemies to lovers but one sided enemies and lovers but they dont have a lable for it, neither of them like each other in the begining btw, Sīdus is joke flirter but then it becomes/ gen, this is prismos and scarabs therapy, they colab on the main fic, i put other cause neither of these mfs are cis, they both genderqueer in some way, some of that cosmic gore again, carma has knee problems and its totally not cause im projecting"

You can read it here:

YAAAAAAAAAAAY MORE GENDERQUEER YAOI !!! OWL IS HERE !!!!! Big birde >:] I love Carmine going 👀at Cosmos because he is just a liddle bug man </3/silly. AND NOW THEY HAVE THEIR MASKS AND THE MASKS LOOK LIKE THEM RAAAAAAGH/pos

A new work, Why Me? by phoenixash234flames, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of General Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Slight Panic Attack, spoilers for distant lands together again, i feel like I made Scarab too ooc in this but idk, the lich being a constant for Prismo"

You can read it here:

NOOOOOOOO PRISMO MY BOY :,[ he's never done a thing wrong in his life he doesn't deserve his friends dying :[ I love tsundere scarab so much *clenches fist* yes he will comfort his boyfriend yes he will be in love no he will not admit either <3

NSFW works are below the cut :].

Interlinked, by Finn565, was updated today, with 13/14 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, and Major Character Death, with additional tags "Human AU, Blade Runner AU, I played pretty lose with the lore so forgive me for that, Violence, not too gorey tho, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Orbo is a piece of shit, sorry I just made him that way in this fic, Prismo is just a lovely guy, Prismo is going to teach Scarab to love fr, Kissing, Hurt/Comfort, Porn With Plot, smut in later chapters, Confessions, Trans Scarab, they’re in love your honor, Suicidal Thoughts, someone dies but I have a plan I promis, Just stuck with me, The suicidal thoughts are just for a moment and they do not kill themselves, Okay I promise there is a happy ending for this, Minor Character Death"

You can read it here:

FINALLY AAAAAAAAA/pos !! I'M GONNA START CRYING FROM RELIEF ANHG.... HE'S BACK,,,,,,, AND ORBO IS DEAD YIPPIE !!! WAHOO !!! I can die happy now/j peace and love,,, on planet earth,,,,,,,,, I am so relieved for real/gen

A new work, when wings emerge from crucible chrysalis by lacrimalis, was publushed today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Established Relationship, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Heart-to-Heart, Edging, Crying, Mindbreak, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Fluffy Ending, Bottom Scarab (Adventure Time)"

You can read it here:

PICKLE TIME LET'S GO ! Prismo is so mean to Simon and for what </3 they are so in love and like each other it's going to make me punch a wall/silly Fellas, if you don't pet your boyfriend while making out are you really in love ?/j

#my eyeballs stopped working like haflway through this #theyre better now but i have no idea why that happened #prohibitedwish #prohibitedwish fics #chasing stars #interlinked #when wings emerge from the crucible chrysalis #why me?

[blackleatherjacketz]

A Shot In The Dark

The Winter Soldier x Female Reader

Summary: A mission goes wrong and The Winter Soldier helps you forget about it in the most primal way possible.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Kissing, Biting, Face Grabbing, Choking, Bucky’s Metal Arm, Breakdance Fighting, Weapons, Knife Play, Groping, Thigh Riding, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex (But I’m hoping they gave my boy a vasectomy when he’s frozen, ya know?), Death, Angst, Fear and Mentions of Marc Spector

Word Count: 2.5K+

Notes: This was partially a request, partially my own musings.

Read more MARVEL stories HERE!

Tags: @letsby @genevievedarcygrangerreading @buckysbarnes​ @bullet-prooflove​

The smell of carbon hangs fresh in the air as you make your way up the stairs behind him, the smoke from the explosions a few miles back still burning its way into your lungs. You try not to cough, try not to make your trek up this steep concrete mountain inside this abandoned building any more difficult than it already is. Instead you decide to count the steps as you climb up, one at a time while he seems to fly over them in twos and threes, his mask sparing him from any damage the smoke might have caused him. He stops climbing as he finally reaches the top floor way ahead of you, kicking the door off its hinges as if it were made of nothing more than cardboard and duct tape.

He signals back to you before clearing the hallway, scanning the path before him with his super human eyes as they squint against his scope. You double check the path behind you, verifying that no one else had followed the two of you into the building since the last time you checked. Confirming that you’re still alone, you follow him into the hallway, a ghostly structure with pale sheets of plastic hanging down from the rafters as they sway to and fro. They crinkle against the heavy silence of the vacant floor, his footsteps and your heart rate a steady rhythm and beat to their hauntingly wind-blown chorus.

He takes his time to open the next few doors simply by twisting their knobs, clearing each room in seconds as you keep a close eye on the hallway. He finally settles for one with the most visibility of the entrance and the least amount of windows before relaxing his shoulders and removing cheek from stock. He starts to pace when you enter behind him, lowering his rifle to his side as he circles the breadth of the floor plan like a caged animal.

“This’ll do, I guess.” You shut the door behind you and lock it, a habit formed more out of muscle memory than anything else. If there was anyone left to come looking for you two, they weren’t exactly going to be deterred by a cheap lock, but the act alone still makes you feel safer somehow.

He nods in your direction, taking off his goggles and mask before looking out the window.

Oh no, he’s hot. How have you worked with him so many times without seeing his face before?

“My comms are still out,” you manage to keep your cool. You try in vain to adjust the settings on your ear piece as the dead silence continues to tell you more than you’d care to admit.

Time seems to move differently when you’re on a mission that goes awry; obstacle after obstacle finding their way onto your path no matter how hard you try to avoid them. No amount of planning on your part could have prevented this chain of events from happening, could have stopped your rendezvous point from getting compromised or your partner’s car from getting lit up only a few feet away from you. There was no time to mourn, no time to check and see if she was okay, no time to figure out who could have tipped them off before The Winter Soldier had pushed you out of the line of fire. Whoever managed to do all that seems to have taken out your main base of operations along with it.

“How about yours?” You choke down your nerves and try to change the subject.

He taps on his ear piece and shakes his head, collecting his goggles and mask before putting them into his pocket. You notice the color of his eyes as you approach him, a deep soulful blue that only seems to brighten as they carefully survey the entrance of the building.

“Jimenez once told me about a backup team that gets notified if something like this happens. It’s like a fail safe if certain people are eliminated where it trips a signal and they can come in and set everything back to the way it was, the way it should be.” You can hear yourself begin to ramble, to try and talk yourself out of all this fear and uncertainty that’s bubbling up inside your chest.

“I’ve had missions go wrong before, but nothing like this.” You take a deep breath, stepping in closer to him to take a better look at the street. Empty. “This one time I was in Cairo with this guy named Marc but I got pulled at the last minute to do a different job in Prague. He told me later that everyone got killed once they finally reached their destination, that he barely made it out of there alive. Kind of suspicious that he was the lone survivor, if you ask me, though.”

He turns away from the window and looks you over, his menacing stare freezing you in place as you continue to talk. You’ve heard stories from different people about who The Winter Soldier is and where he comes from, but all of them are just different enough for you not to trust a single one. You could ask him right now while he’s standing here in front of you, hours to kill in this empty building until you figure something else out, but you have a sneaking suspicion that he’s not really in a chatty mood.

“Have you ever been in a situation like this before?” Maybe he already has a secret team waiting to pick him up a few miles away, another identity to fall back on in another country, or something else entirely. “I’m sure that something like this isn’t a big deal for someone like you, just another day at the office. I mean, you don’t seem bothered in the slightest, so I guess I shouldn’t really be worrying, now should I? I bet you have a back up plan for all of your back up plans, huh? Maybe I should call Marc…”

He grabs your chin to silence you, lifting you up off your feet and pushing you backward up against the barely spackled drywall. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

You suck in your breath as you stare down at him, grabbing onto his mechanical wrist in a pitiful plea for him to let you go as his cold metal fingers tighten against your jaw. You watch a few strands of hair fall in front of his eyes as his lips begin to part, his tongue running quickly across them as he stares at you intently, opening his mouth as if to speak but nothing comes out.

“Why don’t you make me?” You raise your eyebrows and mutter through clenched teeth, taking a hopeful shot in the dark as he starts to lower you down against the wall.

You swing your legs up and wrap them around his waist in hopes to throw him off balance, only to have him push his hips deeper into yours, causing you to grunt as the flimsy wall behind you cracks beneath your compounded weight. He holds your gaze and halts his breath, the pale azure of his eyes darkening as his lips grow a more vibrant pink. He loosens his grip on your face and smooths that metal hand of his down the length of your throat down to the very base of your neck, squeezing it gently as if to test its strength against your flesh. He bites his bottom lip and stares at you, slowly bringing his face closer to yours as he watches the blood pump faster through your veins and into your chest before dropping his rifle onto the floor.

He kisses you as if it’s his first breath of fresh air after being submerged under water for far too long. It’s passionate at first, the ferocity of his neediness growing by the second as he wraps his tongue around yours, aggressively sucking on it before biting down. The sting is just painful enough to make you gasp as he scrapes his teeth across it, exciting each and every one of your taste buds with the salt of his skin as he pulls it into his own mouth with a breathy moan.

You kiss him back, sloppily gnashing your teeth against his as you run your hands through his long dark hair, tugging on his roots. You feel him smile against your lips, something you weren’t entirely sure he was capable of as his fingers take purchase over your hips and thighs, squeezing their way up to the pressure point just above your groin. You wince as he digs his thumb into it, painfully pinching your nerve as he forces your legs to lose their grip around his waist and fall to the floor.

In one fluid motion he releases his hold on your neck and grabs onto your belt loop, spinning you around and shoving your chest into the wall, further lengthening its original crack. He grabs onto your arm as you try to reach for his neck, bending it backward against the small of your back with another sharp twinge of pain.

“Stand still.” He whispers his order into your ear, forcefully sliding his knee between your legs.

“Doesn’t that ruin the fun?” You chide, rocking your hips backward over his thigh as he lifts it up just in time to make you moan.

That smile of his curls those moistened lips upward just enough for you to see his pearly whites before he grabs onto the base of your hair with his metal arm, twisting the length of your braid around his palm like a cord of rope. “I said ‘stand still’.”

He kisses you again as you continue to ride his thigh, rutting himself against your backside as his grown-out stubble scratches your face. He lets go of your arm and smooths his hand over your pelvis down the front of your pants. Groaning into your kiss, he rubs your swollen clit through the denim barrier that slowly permeates with your juices, begging for more as he teases you.

“You can be good and follow orders, right?” His voice begins to quake as he removes his fingers from your junction, following the holster on your leg to the handle of your knife.

“Mmmhmm!” You mumble into his mouth, licking his teeth.

“Good.” He grabs hold of your weapon and rips it out of its sheath, bringing it up to your face as he rotates his hand around your braid one more time, ripping some of the hair out of your scalp in the process.

Heart pounding in time with yours against the back of your chest, he makes you look at the silver blade, both of your faces reflecting off of it as he traces the curved tip over your cheek and jawline. Even without any weapons, you know that he could destroy you in a matter of seconds, but you’d be lying to yourself if that wasn’t part of the appeal. If this is actually your last moment here on earth, then at least you’ll be taken out by the great Winter Soldier. And if not? Well then, so be it.

He twists the knife away from your face, though, jabbing it into the drywall in front of you before starting his work on unfastening your belt. His dexterity is unmatched as he releases your buckle from your hips, kissing your neck before unbuttoning your pants and giving you that skin on skin contact that you’ve been craving. The tips of his fingers are rough and callused, brushing bursts of pleasure over your moistened bud as he sucks little bruises into the delicate skin of your throat. He lifts you up with his thigh, sliding his first two fingers into the warmth of your walls as his kiss deepens, still pressing onto your clit with his thumb. Up and down like a light switch, he rubs that spot to perfection as you gyrate against him, sending waves of heated bliss into your core.

You sigh as he unwinds his other hand from your hair, releasing the tension on your scalp before pulling his fingers out of you to push your pants and underwear halfway down your thighs.

“You gonna stay put?” He lets go of you entirely to start unbuckling his own belt.

“Yes sir,” you whisper, waiting for him to touch you again. You can hear the jangling of his belt buckle, the snap of a plastic clip, and then finally the zip of his pants zipper. Part of you is dying to look back at him, to see him in all his glory before he enters you, but that healthy dose of fear still holds you back.

“Good girl.” He slides his metal arm up your back between your shoulder blades, pushing your top half down so he can see you better between the cheeks. You think you can hear him laugh before he spits on his palm, no doubt spreading his saliva all over his shaft before the both of you finally share a collective sigh of relief.

You drop your head between your shoulders as he slowly enters you, your dripping wet folds eagerly enveloping him as he sheaths himself inside. He moans as he stretches you out, spreading you apart for a better view until he eventually pushes himself all the way in. Thrusting even deeper when you groan, you’re forced to grab hold of the knife still stuck in the wall for balance as he rocks into you, his balls now hitting your clit at just the right angle, shooting spark after spark of pure ecstasy up into your spine.

You close your eyes as he gives you what you need, fast and rough in this abandoned building as you only allow yourself to focus on what you’re feeling physically. You pretend for a second that you aren’t lost and completely abandoned as he chases his pleasure between your legs, grabbing hold of your braid one more time to further steady his pace. That euphoria only builds as he drills deeper into you, slowly melting away all the numbness throughout your body like red hot lava until it finally erupts. You cry out as the explosion of bliss showers every inch of your body with delight, clenching your muscles around him as he wraps his hand around your mouth to silence you.

“Shhh, baby.” He kisses into the back of your neck as he leans over you, grabbing onto the knife and dragging it down through the wall as he spasms inside your warmth. Deep, guttural moans leave his lips as the knife catches on a seam in the drywall, sending the blade clattering to the ground at your feet before he runs dry and eventually pulls out.

You catch your breath as he leaves you empty, your skin still tingling as he instantly deprives you of any more physical touch, stepping out of arm’s reach. You look back to catch a glimpse of him putting himself away, zipping up his pants and fastening his belt buckle before he squints and looks off in the distance, casually touching his ear piece.

You pull your pants up and bend over to grab your knife, quickly sliding it back into its holster. “Everything okay?” You wipe a few strands of hair away from your face and start to button up your pants.

“It’s time to go.”

#sebastian stan #Bucky Barnes #The Winter Soldier #james buchanan bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut

[safe-ship]

Heads up about the safeship creator everyone, they refuse to provide accessibility to screen readers despite being asked to multiple times & is generally ableist. Below are some screenshots + a transcript of a really long paragraph rant went on.

Context: An anon asked her to stop using ! and 0s to censor proship related things. This was her response:

Context: The same anon sends another ask that the OP screenshotted. (I cannot find the post as it seems she either deleted it or Tumblr's search feature is funky)

Their response is copied + pasted below. Content warning for NSFW mentions, sexual harassment (of the anon), and guilt tripping.

Listen dude i do know better you fucking insufferable misinformed prick. I myself need readability accessibility with ny fucking aphasia that is only getting worse. I already know firsthand how little people give a shit about this stuff becuz i need it. I already have difficulty writing legibly okay. And i get a lot of shit over this disability that i dont deserve. I made this fucking tag to help others to the point that i dont even block the few people weve had problems with so that even if i have to sed it at least the tag will work well for others. So if i have to put a 0 and ! In the forbidden word to decrease how much extra stress is gonna be on me from putting it straight up on their dinner plates then im fucking going to. Why dont you get off your high horse and grow the fuck up and stop making fucking assumptions. Cause im doing a hell of a lot more of kindness and effort for accessibility than you are for saying its immoral for someone WHO NEEDS screendreaders and is ashamed about it to choose a fucking single exclammation point over getting the regular bullshit i put up with from people who wanna be pedos x100 so that you can feel good abt yourself becuz u would choose the latter. Whether ur also a screenreader needer or not what you are is a fuvking asshole becuz i literally have two spine surgeries voming up with a huge threat of bevoming a paraplegic or dead before then and i have a shortened lifespan from all my disabilities. I come into this community to cope with how shit my life is and i try to make it better for others no matter if its a little harder on me and i get nothin but disrespect from invasive and presumptuous assholes like u behind anon who dont wanna have a real vonversation with me or actually think abt anyone but yourself and how good it feels to stroke ur moral dick over the dying woman and i have had it up to here!

U guys wanna keep coming in my inbox being assholes to me? No nuance in life im a bitch? So little thanks nothing but pussies on anon talking shit or invading my privacy? Maybe someone the fuck else should try and run this ship then becuz im fed the hell up and abt to deactivate.

And even despite being told twice to provide accessibility, they continues to be inaccessible even excluding shipcourse.

And in regards to more of their ableism, they told someone to "develop a frontal lobe" which is harmful towards those with intellectual disabilities. For context: calicofemme was their old main.

Anyway, do what you will with this information. If anyone wants to add more things to this regarding her behavior, go ahead & I'll reblog it. I made this post to raise awareness of how the creator is harmful and shouldn't even be in this community because of how they go entirely against their motive for making it.

#safeship #safeshipping #self ship #self shipping #negativity

[2xplusungood]

I have a bunch of unorganized thoughts about TF2 and here they are

1. TF2 is in a weird spot where it feels “Abandoned” despite having been given more support for much longer than most games

2. It was absolutely not planned for it to have as many content updates as it did. It was released during an era before consistent content updates were really a thing unless your game had a subscription model. You’d release a multiplayer game, maybe do a couple updates here and there to keep people buying, then move onto the next game you’re working on, and the games community would keep it alive with custom maps, gamemodes and whatever the hell else. With the absolute explosion of popularity that TF2 had, Valve decided to continually update it and slowly transition to the Free to Play model (Was actually one of the first games to have microtransactions and loot boxes.) Which has slowly become the model for most multiplayer games nowadays where developers will add content updates while making money off of microtransactions. 

3. There has been a gradual corrosion of the community’s involvement. Earlier in its life there were community servers, which could be moderated, but the introduction of Quickplay just about killed off most vanilla servers, as new players would be sent to big server farms that use advertisements in their MOTD and then roll the profits into buying more servers, which meant more revenue, and while the fanbase begged Valve to do something about this plugin so that they didn’t have an ad shoved in their face, Valve turned around and were publicly taken steps to support it. While this was happening, community servers without a specific draw to them like custom gamemodes were deprived of fresh players until they died out. I’ve had people tell me that quickplay was great, but I personally watched this happened. It absolutely boggles me, and my only possible explanation is that matchmaking is so bad that it made a button that would likely just put you in a skial server as its best case scenario seem good in comparison.

4. Most of TF2′s current big problems is caused by this, and I personally believe that abolishing any sort of matchmaking would fix this issue. Hackers? Moderators. Toxicity? Moderators. Lack of updates? Theres a whole world of community maps out there, and you can play more than just the 5 or so added twice, possibly three times a year. 

5. I hate the loss of the experience that community servers have. I cannot stress enough how big of a deal it was to be able to play with a specific group of people just by hopping on a server. Im having trouble putting into words the loss I feel now having every game always filled with strangers that I’ll likely never see again, instead of hopping on my server of choice and chatting with people who weren’t outright friends but familiar faces, like having a bar you frequent. I feel more isolated than ever now that the usual state of multiplayer games is wrangling what friends you already have  IF they have that game.

6. I can’t say for sure, but my guess is thats why people feel so disheartened about TF2 nowadays. Its a hollow experience compared to what it used to be and without the constant shot in the arm that updates serve to be, people are growing disillusioned. Even before CS:GO, CS 1.6 fans never complained about the lack of updates, and TF2 lost that foundation as it slowly changed into the modern games as a service model where if a game goes 1 month without an update its considered dead. 

7. I used to love Valve, like to a ridiculous degree. But then I saw them introduce pay for cosmetics in a game that already had a price tag. Then I saw them add lootboxes, which even back then I knew were predatory. Then I saw them try to monetanize mods (People roast bethesda for that but Valve had their hands in the cookie jar just as much). Yes they are a company, yes their main focus is profit, but they outright pioneered so much bad that now has become the horrible standard in the current industry.

#team fortress 2 #tf2

[marmolady]

Reunion: 2026

Main Pairings: Jake x Sean (I'll call it Gaykenzie)

Sean and Jake have gotten closer.... One for you, @yukkimons! It basically picks up where the first wedding in 'Four Weddings' takes off.

Do feel free to shout out a year between 2024 and 2097 if you want me to write a specific one next. You can find the full series (in progress) here on AO3.

Word Count: 1256

Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, ​@mauvecatfic @rhemenway888

Thanks for reading! Comments and re-blogs make me EXTRA happy. Always happy to nerd out about these characters with other fans.

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The dead of night saw The Celestial still and quiet, all its occupants having long since succumbed to sleep after a typically exhausting first-day-of-the-reunion party. Almost all of them, anyway.

Tonight, Jake shared his suite with Sean, who’d managed to slip in unnoticed-- it helped that everyone else was too dead on their feet to care for anything other than getting swiftly to bed. After a long evening of yearning glances, they lay together entangled and gleefully free of the need for subtlty.

“Still don’t suppose anyone’s twigged we’ve been dancing the horizontal tango?”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Jake shrugged his shoulders, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And here I thought ya didn’t want me to be crude about it….”

Sean met his lover’s eye, the gaze making him hot under the collar, whether he’d admit to it or not. God, he’s a cocky bastard.

“’Crude’,” he said, “doesn’t really do justice to what we do together.”

“So… horizontal tango it is?”

“Because everything’s a nickname with you… I guess it is.” Sean lowered himself down onto the bed, scooching so that his torso was pressed against Jake’s. “And I think we’re in the clear. Craig hasn’t said anything, and if he’s not suspicious, it means Zahra isn’t either.”

“And if she ain’t onto us, we’re good, ‘cause no one figures anything out before Skrillex does.”

“Pretty much my reasoning.” Sean couldn’t help but find his gaze falling again and again on Jake’s lips, the teasing smile.

This… this thing between them, it had been a secret for their own sanity really. They both had busy lives, always moving around as their careers bade them. There wasn’t a lot of room to hash out a stable relationship, and so this thing had been as transient as other aspects of their lives. But since Quinn and Michelle’s wedding, and that first hook up, they just kept finding their way back to one another’s arms and beds. Estela, Jake was pretty certain, had a fair inkling something was going down, for she’d been the one to push him to make a move to begin with, and that meant Taylor probably had an idea as well, but otherwise, they’d so far managed to keep the development on the down-low. Sure, it would all come out sooner or later, but going into a serious relationship was, for both of them, a big deal, with a lot of baggage coming with it. It was just easier to find their way without the added pressure of eagerly watching eyes.

They couldn’t be together all the time, but that connection was undeniable. If Sean hadn’t had Jake these past months… well, it wouldn’t have felt like he’d had a home to come go home to. It didn’t matter where they were when they found time to be together; it always felt like the one place on earth where he was meant to be.

Jake sucked his cheeks, mulling something over. It was putting too much pressure on this to make it a big public deal while so much was still uncertain, but… at the same time, so much was certain. Jake knew how he felt for one thing. This was serious, so why not start talking things out with select people?

“While we’re here, you oughtta tell, Drax.”

Sean looked up, surprised. “I guess that means things are getting pretty serious.”

“Yeah, I know you’ve been dyin’ to bring him in on it. Besides, makes it fair-- Katniss already knows what’s up, and you should have someone cheerin’ you on as well.”

“Ha-- he’ll certainly be doing that.”

Jake met Sean’s eyes, questioning. “Do you want to keep things how they are? Are you happy?”

Sean brought his hand to Jake’s cheek, caressing his fingers over rough stubble. “I’m happy. I think… a part of me is waiting for things to get easier. The gig I’m in, it’s blink and you’ll miss it, and your time’s up. One of the downsides is… I gotta be fully in it.”

“Rough deal when your hot piece of ass won’t stay in one place either.”

“Jacob Lucas McKenzie, you did not just refer to yourself as ‘my hot piece of ass’….”

“If the boot fits….”

Sean took his hand from Jake’s face to give his rear end a squeeze. “Huh. Well, it is hard to argue with that one.”

Jake’s expression became serious once more. Being open, being real, it came more easily these days, but he knew he’d never be a heart-on-his-sleeve guy. “I want you, babe. Now, when you’re putting in for retirement, always. Part-time don’t mean it ain’t serious, ‘cause I am deadly serious. It’s you, Pretty Boy.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Sean said quietly. He sucked a breath, then trusted himself to let the words go. “I love you. There-- I said it.”

Jake was silent for a moment, rapt. “Beat me to it,” he said at last, and it took an effort not to chuckle at the plain relief upon his lover’s face.”You… don’t mind if I say it back?”

Sean gave a giddy little laugh. “Sure. Go for it.”

“Alright. No point dancing around it; I love you too. Scares the shit outta me sometimes, but in the same way my first flight scared the shit outta me. The kind that says ‘this is everything, don’t you goddamn lose it’.

“You won’t,” Sean said, solemn. “I know you won’t. Remember how pig-headed we both were when we first came here? Both of those idiots on the same side… absolutely indomitable.”

“Yeah, I actually believe it too. I think my body just still ain’t used to optimism.”

“We’ll just have to keep working on that. I know it’s how I’ve got through so far.” Sean pressed his forehead into his steepled hands. “See, I knew I was never gonna have a long career doing this. No one ever does. I always knew going in that I couldn’t push it, that I had to put my future beyond football first-- not let it screw all that up like my dad did.” He sighed, and looked back up at Jake, his dark eyes soft. “I couldn’t really picture that future, just knowing I wanted to somehow have a family. I believed in it, ‘cause that’s how I get by, but I couldn’t see it clear. The thing is, it’s not ‘somehow’ anymore. What I’ve got to look forward to is you. And suddenly a flash in the pan career is almost a blessing.”

Jake cupped Sean’s chin. “Hey. You hang up those shoulder-pads, that ain’t the end for you, hear me? Any mountain you want to climb, you got it. And you’ll always be my QB. The things I’ve seen you do? Don’t matter if it’s having that family you’re dreaming of, or saving the world before breakfast, I’ll be behind you all the way.”

Sean closed the distance, drawing Jake into a kiss and inviting him to linger there. This week… it wouldn’t be long enough. So now, he kissed him hard, desperately like a man running out of time. And he wasn’t the only one; the response was breathtaking-- leaving Sean grasping his fingers into Jake’s long hair just to remain steady.

Then, they slowed, the kisses becoming lingering and languid.

“I found some crazy things out here. Nothing comes close to you. You… always did make me crazy.”

“Ha. I’m a one-of-a-kind.” Jake winked. “Don’t worry, Pretty Boy. The Jake-crazies look mighty good on you.”

#endless summer #playchoices #jake mckenzie #sean gayle #sean x jake #jake x sean #gaykenzie #marmo's reunions project

[albatris]

character theme song tag? :D

thank you @calicojackofficial for the tag!! to pick some theme songs for my main characters! I love love love music tags and oc tags and oc music tags so this is right up my alley

I feel like @multi-lefaiye @nicola-writes @nerice @tracle0 @wherearetheplants might enjoy? music tag? yeehaw? as well as anyone else who'd like to join!!

anyway, I'm doing this for ATDAO and Rental Car because no one can stop me <3

ATDAO first!

Tris: "Sloom" by Of Monsters and Men

So make all your last demands, for I will forsake you And I'll meet your eyes for the very first time, for the very last So love me, mother, and love me, father And love my sister as well So love me, mother, and love me, father And love my brother as well

Noa: "Hold On When You Get Love And Let Go When You Give It" by Stars

Take the weakest thing in you And then beat the bastards with it And always hold on when you get love So you can let go when you give it

Kai: "Wander. Wonder." by the Arcadian Wild

I am always wondering what you see So I quietly conceal the dark inside of me Sins and scars you'll never recognise 'Cause I am the master of maintaining my disguise

Shara: "The Universe Is Going To Catch You" by The Antlers

Because we would call you at home and no one picked up the phone We were worried that you'd fallen in a river, or worse But then you sent us back a letter, it said in capital letters "THE UNIVERSE IS GOING TO CATCH YOU."

Marrick: "You Can Be Happy" by IAMX

You put me in a cage in the daily maze of flesh and rage But I will follow every truth I won't let you go I want every tomorrow

Jacob: "Boy" by Birds of Tokyo

I've a memory of a little boy Who you'd like to meet He could do anything I've been missing him Hope he's been missing me all these years

and Rental Car~

Nat: "Grenadine" by Dreadlight

I'll be the king of it, the queen of it The god of it, all of it Eat your heart after I lick it clean Tastes like blood and grenadine

Quinn: "Tongues & Teeth" by The Crane Wives

I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that You can be mine like that

Alex: "The Quittin' Kind" by Eleisha Eagle

There's a corner you painted yourself in I'm not sure, what was your intention? Now you're trapped alone on an island And you can't swim, no, you can't swim All the windows mocking your sad face As you dwell, disgruntled and at bay Take your paintbrush, create a doorway

Yvonne: "Karma" by AJR

I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly I've been so good, why am I feeling empty? I've been so good, I've been so good this year I've been so good, but it's still getting harder I've been so good, where the hell is the karma?

Zeke: "Absinthe" by IDKHOW

I don't believe whatever this is Until you burn all of the witches I won't believe whatever this is Whatever they give you, stop drinking it down I hear voices, I see visions These spirits are your prison

The Garble (Outermost Layers, aka "vampirism as a condition is an interconnected hivemind entity and its own sentience": "Inside of You, in Spite of You" by ThouShaltNot

I am the dawn of ages I am the days seen through I'm final entropy I am inside of you I am the clouds that cover Your way into the blue I kiss with life to give All this in spite of you

The Garble (Innermost Layers, aka "this is just some fucking asshole"): "Dead Moon" by Brick + Mortar

'Cause I pray to the dark of the moon It's making me shiver If you really wanna take me down You need to think bigger

The Ethels???: "Don't Worry, We'll Be Watching You" by Gotye (paranoia tw)

Hey, lost your way? Don't worry, just do as we say And we won't hurt you ... Do you need a reminder Of the love that we gave you? Don't worry You're walking away But we'll always be watching you

hehe. tunes :3

#almost almost almost put daylight by matt and kim for alex LMAO #~ and in the daylight we could hitchhike to maine ~ I hope that someday I'll see without these frames ~ #I'm fine. #atdao #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears