#(but also the moment I know what your time zone is I WILL bug you about your sleep schedule. with love. and hypocrisy cause im also fucked)

[rat-rosemary]

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⚠️TOXICGACHKID LOOK AWAY ⚠️

⚠️DON'T READ THIS POST IF YOURE TOXICGACHKID⚠️

The thing about hosting a fast liker/reblogger in your blog is that you get really worried that if you don't reblog enough or make enough silly posts they won't have enough enrichment :[ I know that is important for them to scavenge so they can look for new blogs and get varied materials to make their own nest but I get really worried :[[

#(/LH!!!) #you definitely read this post I LOVE HAVING YOU AROUND #its just that sometimes i open my notifs and im just like... damn im not reblogging at the pace theyre liking stuff #idk idk #*holds you in my hand gives you a little kiss in your head puts you in you habitat hands you brand new soft nesting material* #love you!!!!! #the mad ramblings #(but also the moment I know what your time zone is I WILL bug you about your sleep schedule. with love. and hypocrisy cause im also fucked)

[rooshoom]

A few Spot speaking quirks I’ve noticed and noted:

Talks to himself

The entire ATM scene

“Well this is new. Hypothesis, I’m going to put my head in that hole.”

“I need more spots!”

“This is what I love about science!”

Interrupts himself

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a really long time so, hey where’d this goose come from? Is this your goose?”

“Wow”

“Wow, how are you?”

“Oh wow is this curry powder?”

“Wow, as you were gentleman.”

“Pardon me locals, wow four on there, wow that’s very dangerous.” (Also fits into the ‘interrupts himself category)

“No, no, no!”

“No no no no no, I did not mean it like that!”

“No, no, no, go ahead, take the call!”

Makes his voice small to take away from how large he physically is

“I had a little accident! Now look at me!”

“Hellooo~”

Sorry

“Hi sorry to bug you. I know you’re busy, sorry.”

“I’m so sorry!”

Has to get the last word

“Your suit’s too tight in the back by the way!”

“Foot in your face, weren’t expecting that were you? Neither was I! I’m in the zone!”

Random quotes that I think sum up his personality

“It’s right under, where my, where my nose would’ve been!”

“Please just let me rob you!”

“Unfortunately for both of us this is skin.”

“I think this is going great!”

“Nothing nothing! Everything is cool man! It’s all good!”

#jonathan ohnn #the spot #across the spiderverse #the spot x reader #i wrote another one of his physical quirks

[auroreliis]

Hiya,can you please write a fic for yandere batfam with a teen reader they ‘adopted’ who’s really mean to all of them and tries to ignore them all together but the second a bug/animal is coming near them they cling to whoevers nearest? Thank you💕

Platonic Yandere!Batfam

Summary: You're very mean, unless there is a spider to kill.

CW: no warnings

(not edited or proofread)

It was early in the morning when a scream echoed through the manor. The residents immediately recognised the voice and after figuring out it belonged to you, they rushed towards the source.

Tim had dropped everything he was doing just to be your knight in shining armour. He had been watching you through the cameras in the manor and knew you would need saving. It just so happens that he had found a few bugs in his free time. They looked intimidating enough, so he brought them back to the manor. Of course, he would never tell you that. He obviously knew everything about you, that includes your fear of insects and spiders. When he had first discovered it, he was more than ready to use your fear against you. He would never harm you, of course, but a little fear can work wonders.

His plan was for him to come up to you, kill the bug, lift you off the kitchen island and carry you to his room, where you would thank him with cuddles. That was his plan, at least. And he was so excited about it, too.

So you can imagine how dumbfounded he was when he entered the kitchen only to find Jason, crouching with a frying pan in his hand, hitting the same spot on the floor over and over again. "What are you doing?", he spoke, disbelief and irritation evident in his tone. "Just doing my little sibling a favour", Jason said, not turning to Tim.

"Again. Hit it again. You have to make sure it's dead", you spoke, your voice shaking. "Trust me, I know dead when I see it, and I say this pancake of a bug is definitely dead", Jason spoke, attempting to ease your nerves.

Tim was disappointed that he wasn't fast enough to save you.

He just stood there, zoning out.

After delivering a few more hits to the unrecognisable spot on the floor, Jason turned to you and decided it was enough. "Can you carry me?" Your sudden question suprised him. He froze for a second before composing himself. "Yeah. Sure. Why though?", he asked, trying to appear nonchalant. "I saw a centipede earlier, but I lost it. I don't want it to crawl up my leg. Please." Your request made him snicker, although he obviously agreed. Who wouldn't?

Tim watched in agony as Jason carried you around the house bridal style. That was supposed to be him. He planned it all out. He made all the preparations. Why was Jason getting the prize? He went to his room with a pitiful expression.

It was around three in the morning when Tim re-entered the kitchen. He was still working, but he also couldn't focus. He almost had the chance to make you like him and Jason ruined it. He walked around the large kitchen island you were standing on earlier that day, when he suddenly stepped on something. It was quite large and after a few moments, it started buzzing. Tim tried his best not to scream or wake anyone as he sprinted back to his room.

A few people had learned very important things that day.

You learned to spend more time in Jasons room, because it was so clean that no bugs could possibly be in there.

Jason learned to start cleaning his room twice a day, so you would feel safe, knowing there were no bugs in there.

Dick learned that he should spend more time at the manor, in order to see cute scenes, like you clinging to Jason.

And Tim learned to never walk around the manor barefoot again.

#dick grayson #yandere dick grayson #jason todd #yandere jason todd #tim drake #yandere tim drake #batfam #yandere batfam #platonic batfam #platonic yandere #dc comics #x reader

[mazeinthemiroh]

If you feel comfortable can you do ateez being OBSESSED with reader's boobs

ateez being obsessed with their s/o's boobs

genre: fluff, suggestive ig?

warnings: not proofread, suggestive but not really - all boob talk in these headcanons are strictly fluffy and non-sexual. just some cute lil boob appreciation :D

a/n: yk what i don't usually do stuff like this but i WILL do this one because boobs need to be appreciated and loved :3

hongjoong

god, he loves them...

so he mainly uses them as pillows

will complain about the ache in his neck a lot because he's been tiring away and hunched over in the studio for hours bless 🤧🤧🤧

and he gives you shiny eyes

"you know what would really help me?"

you already know the answer

so you sigh in defeat as he happily snuggles his head on your chest and just lays there

and its endearing because he has never drifted off to sleep so fast before...

seonghwa

this is so funny because i have seen most to leasts of who is most likely to be a boob guy in ateez and seonghwa is ALWAYS< WITHOUT FAIL on top

like... is this canon??? where you guys getting this info from to collectively agree with each other??

anyways, the rumours are true. he loves 'em

just likes a soft they are

and how they look

and how they feel when he hugs you...

idk he just adores them, you get the idea

yunho

openly adores your boobs

he's a man who knows what he wants, yk?

"life's too short to not love boobs"

a new motto of his. charming.

likes it when you wear clothing that accentuates or complements your boobs

he admires them <33333

also he's tall so you gotta watch out for when he's trying to take a peak which is always

yeosang

will absolutely stare at them mindlessly or when he is bored

you know when some people just zone out

he tends to do that a lot. but why does he have to look at that specific area?? idk you tell me

he just thinks they're nice :)

gets a bit shy when you wear an outfit that shows cleavage

he's constantly trying to reprimand himself like "don't look it's not polite"

all i'm gonna say is that you can totally use his obsession to your advantage hehe

san

he's a very clingy boy

and yk what, idk about you but, i'm here for it

he is a cuddle bug and wants to cuddle into you 25/8

claims your boobs are simply the most comfortable things on the planet

and simply has to be in contact with them in some way whilst you guys snuggle up

he does like being on top of you and having his head on your chest. that's less of a boob-obsession thing and more of a comfort thing. he jsut likes being held and being close to you like that ;-;

idk he's a softie

mingi

i classify this guy as being the number 1 boob appreciator in ateez

there's just something about him

i can just TELL he lovesssss them

more than he should, probably

but we can cut him some slack cos he's cute :]

he tries to be subtle with his admiration for your boobs but he literally isn't fooling anyone

another tall guy to look out for because he can and will stare at your boobs

he can be so obvious sometimes it's actually embarrassing

wooyoung

every time he goes in for a hug, his head ends up on your chest as he hugs you

i have a friend who does that all the time like it's a real thing

it's kinda cute actually

and it's less to piss you off and more because he thinks they are comfy

will also use them as pillows

but likes it when he's the small spoon and he can feel them behind him

idk he's not picky when it comes to this so 🤷

jongho

he thinks he's so slick and prim and proper but the moment he catches a glimpse of your boobs it's over for him

he's surprisingly shy about his love for your boobs

like

he doesn't know what to do with himself

wants to touch them non-sexually but second guesses himself

'would you find it weird? am i going crazy?'

those are the types of things going through his mind

but he just stays a blushing mess while you're blissfully unaware of the effect you have on him

#ateez #atz #kpop #ateez headcanons #atz headcanons #kpop headcanons #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #atz reactions #atz scenarios #atz imagines #atz fluff #ateez fluff #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #ateez x reader

[five-bi-five-mind]

Corruptible

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Faith Lehane x fem!r

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.8k+

Summary: Faith can’t help but want to corrupt you… just a little. She was practically hooked on you and when she got that itch… well she would only have one thing on her mind until it was scratched.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics; overstimulation; strap-on use (r receiving); top!Faith, bottom!r; rough sex; choking; a lil innocence kink…

A/N: Just a short little smut fic of Faith being... well you know... Faith. Hope y'all enjoy. The Dru one will be next and then I might focus more on the actually more serious, angsty Faith fic.

Faith was feeling cooped up. It really wasn’t her jam to be sitting around like this. Her time of sitting around doing research on whatever big bad was lurking had been long over. She hasn’t done this shit since she was part of the misguided Scooby gang. But here she was, pretending to pour over books while you sat on the other side of her tiny studio apartment. How did she get pulled into this?

Oh yeah, she bumped into you two minutes before becoming a demon’s midnight snack and immediately she was smitten. Of course, she had to go and fall for a softy with a heart to help the helpless. And, of course, when you found out about Faith’s slayer status you were eager to be her useful little sidekick. 

You were also a worrier though. So, that made Faith go along with your little plans. Something about being more prepared, finding weakness faster than just throwing everything at it… blah blah blah… Honestly Faith zoned out about that conversation and instead focused on how nice your tits looked that day. She did that kind of often. It wasn’t that she didn’t value what you said. She really did. It was just that you were so endearing when you were passionate about something and it made Faith’s mind wander. 

Like now for instance. You were sprawled out on the floor, very focused on whatever it was you were reading. Faith was again paying attention to anything but the monster at hand. Currently, she thought about how innocent and unsuspecting you looked as you scanned the pages in front of you. It made the wheels in Faith’s mind start turning it. 

It was always when you looked particularly small and adorable that got Faith going. She had this weird, maybe slightly twisted need to corrupt you just a little bit. But not in an evil way. No, she’s been there, that's the past. This was in an almost… animalistic way. 

So an idea came to her. Abruptly, Faith shot up from her spot. You watched as she dug for something under the bed. She purposely shielded whatever she was grabbing from view and scurried into the bathroom. 

You stared at the door for a moment, shrugging it off when she didn’t come out quickly enough to keep your attention. Your eyes went back to the books in front of you, dutifully trying to sleuth out this demon’s origins and weak points. 

A moment later, the bathroom door opened again and your eyes went up to glance at Faith. She had the perfect poker face on, but still something told you she was up to something. 

She plopped down on the bed and started to grin down at you. This had your full attention now.

“Let’s take a break, babe,” She said with a hint of excitement in her tone.

“Okay…” you said hesitantly. “And do what?” She was definitely up to something. 

“Well first you could strip for me.” 

You immediately blushed at that, your eyes bugging out of your head. “Faith!” You exclaimed, jumping to your feet. “We’ve got serious work to do!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Faith rolled her eyes teasingly. “But baby, I’ve got that… itch.” 

Of course she did. She was practically useless in terms of brain work until she fixed that little problem. Faith warned you up front that she had a pretty strong libido. She said it was probably a slayer thing. You thought it was really just a Faith thing. 

“Please, baby?” She broke you out of your thoughts. The way she was looking at you was already breaking your resolve. She had her lip between her teeth and was giving you those hungry eyes that already had you weak at the knees. 

“I guess we have been going for a while…” 

“That’s right, babe. Time for a break.” She leaned forward where she sat, the anticipation of what was to come already had her body buzzing. “Now, give us a show?”

Your face flushed even more at this, but you rolled your eyes to play it off. You were still going to give her what she wanted, you just didn’t know how much of a show that would be.

For whatever reason, your hands went to your jeans first. Popping the button of them before moving to the zipper, you noticed the way Faith watched your every move. You shimmied out of them slowly until they fell to the ground and you stepped out of them. Then you did the same with your panties. Your hands went to your shirt and started to tug up, but then you saw Faith’s hand shoot out in a stop motion. 

“Wait!” Faith interrupted. “Leave it on.” There was something about the image in front of her that had her eager to just grab you and throw you on the bed. It was her shirt you were wearing, after all. So, to see you in just her shirt and nothing else had her feeling more and more keyed up by the second. 

You shifted where you stood. Not entirely sure what you were waiting for. Faith, on the other hand, enjoyed the way you squirmed under her gaze. She also loved the way you were waiting for her to give you your next order. The way she already had you a little bit in tune with her, trained to be good for her. She could feel the wetness flood between her legs where she sat. 

“What next?” You asked impatiently, feeling very exposed, despite still being half dressed. 

Faith’s smirk just grew as she looked you up and down. What she had planned next was going to get a reaction out of you, she was sure of it. She could almost picture it, and she couldn’t wait for it to come to fruition.

“Now…” she started. “You’re gonna come here, princess and do as you’re told.” Faith gave you a devilish smile. Her hands went to her belt. Your eyes were glued to the way she slowly undid it and then began to pop the button of her jeans. Then your gaze went a little lower. How did you miss the slight bulge in her pants? 

Faith’s eyes never left your face though. She was wearing a cocky smirk as she watched your cheeks slowly flush when she began to pull out the toy she had hidden. She let you take it in for a second, your eyes widening as you realized that must have been what she scurried to the bathroom to put on. Of course she would want to shock you with it. That was something so… just so Faith. She loved the way she’d get you flustered and she was doing a damn good job of it right now. 

Faith slapped both her legs. The sound caused you to jump and break your dazed stare at the toy between her legs. “So, c’mere.” Faith’s hands planted on the bed as she leaned back a little. “Ride my cock.” 

You blanched. Your eyes went from her face to the strap-on and back up. You’d never done that before. 

With hesitant steps you approached where Faith was perched on bed. Again you looked at the toy between her legs before looking back up into her eyes. Her pupils were totally blown and she licked her lips as she watched you slowly start to mount her. 

“That’s it,” She purred as she watched you line the toy up with your entrance. “Good girl.” 

Her words instantly sent a flush to your cheeks, but still you focused on the task at hand. You slowly let yourself inch down on it. It wasn’t fast enough for Faith though. 

In a flash her hands were on your thighs. She simultaneously pressed your body down and thrust her hips up, fully sheathing the toy inside you. You let out a strangled cry at the feeling of being so filled by her, but you also felt instant pleasure with the way she rolled her hips a second later.

It didn’t take long for you to do the same, rocking yourself into Faith to match her motions. One of her arms hooked around your body as she fucked up into you while the other moved behind her to keep her balanced.

She had ordered you to ride her, but really it was her movements that had you bouncing up and down on her lap. You were just doing your best to keep up with her, your hands gripping fistfuls of her tank top to keep yourself upright and grounded. 

Faith had that cocky grin on her face the whole time. Watching you moan and whine on top of her gave her a sense of pride and even power that slaying never quite did. It was something about having you so completely like this, her cock buried deep inside you, making you do the filthiest things without a peep of protest that made her feel like that. No one else could do that, but her. So as you began to shake on top of her, signaling your impending release, something primal took over her.

With her hold on you, she had you flipped with your back hitting the mattress hard in two seconds. With a growl, she started pumping herself into you with what you could only describe as slayer speed. Your hands still held fistfuls of her shirt as she fucked you to your edge. You let out a long whine and your body shuttered as you came around her cock, but she didn’t even slow down.

Instead, she grabbed your legs and pushed them up until your knees practically hit your chest, allowing her to pump deeper inside you. At this point you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly moaning. The way Faith hit deeper inside you than any time before and the fact that you haven’t even come down from your orgasm was making you lose total control of yourself.

Faith, meanwhile, was grunting on top of you. It was like she was in a total trance as she fucked you. Her eyes went from watching between your bodies and being mesmerized by the way her cock disappeared inside you, to watching your face as it twisted in pleasure. 

It wasn’t long before you came again, crying out her name as you did. She actually slowed down this time, allowing you to catch your breath.

Her hand glided up your body until it stopped at your throat. She let it rest there, her fingers wrapped around your neck but not applying any pressure. Her head cocked to the side as she stared down at you. 

“Why is it,” She began breathlessly, “that I can never get enough of you. Is this what it feels like for a vampire to crave blood? Only, you know, for me it’s your pussy…”

She was always so crass. But with her cock still buried in you and the way she was licking her lips and looking down at you like a snack… you couldn’t deny all of it, even her words, turned you on all over again. 

“I’m not done with you.” She said that more to herself than you, punctuating that with another slow roll of her hips. You groaned and braced your hands on her shoulders, trying to indicate to her to hold up a moment. Words were escaping you though. Not because she was pressing harder on your neck now. No, she still wasn’t cutting off your airway. No, it was because the last orgasm she gave you still left you breathless. 

“I just want one more, princess.” It sounded more like a demand than a request, yet you still weakly nodded your consent. Her hips rolled into you again and this time it seemed like she was going to take it slow. 

She pulled the toy almost all the way out, taking a breath, while you held your own. Then without warning she snapped her hips, bottoming out again inside you. 

You cried out for her again and her hand flexed on your neck. “Yes, fuck, scream for me, baby,” she growled above you as she repeated the action. The control she felt in that moment was almost like a drug. The way you were so helpless underneath her hold gave her such a rush. She literally held your life in her hands, with the way her hand applied just the slightest pressure to make your breaths turn shallow. 

But it wasn’t her knowledge of her strength compared to your weakened, fucked out state that made her feel so high right now. It was the fact that you had utter trust in her as she pressed harder. It was such a wild mixture of love and lust that ran through her veins as she picked her pace back up and began fucking you abandon. She would never hurt you, even if she easily could, and you knew that deep down as you let her absolutely ruin you in the filthiest way. 

The choked out cry you gave as her hips slammed into you gave her indication to let up a little bit. Her hand left your neck and you took a deep breath before another pathetic moan left your lips at a particular hard thrust from her. 

You were a whining, moaning mess and all you could do was turn your head into the pillow and take it. At some point your hands have left her body to grab at the sheets. Your nails dug into the mattress as Faith’s hips met yours in a way you were sure was going to leave bruises. 

“I know princess, I know,” Faith grunted from above you as you let out yet another pathetic whine. It was all becoming a little too much, but still it was unbelievably pleasurable. “But you’re taking me so well.” 

At this point you thought Faith’s goal was to fuck you absolutely raw. And honestly, she thought about it, but she needed you in one piece for when she inevitably had this same itch to scratch again in the next day or two. 

Your face was fully buried in the pillow now and your whole body was shaking. Faith was leaning down to basically attack your neck with her teeth and tongue as she kept fucking you. With a low moan that was muffled by the pillow, you finally came for a third time. Your back arched as she drew the orgasm from you and your knuckles turned white from how hard they were holding onto the bed. 

Faith let you ride out the orgasm, slowing to a stop as you came down. She finally pulled out of you after a moment, practically collapsing on top of you as she did. 

She honestly wasn’t even exhausted though. Not even a little tired. She could go all night if you could take it. But you were still so fragile, so new to her slayer strength that she didn’t want to push you to your limit yet. Just strengthen your endurance a little… So instead, she willed herself to calm down and pulled you into her arms. 

You were still out of breath as your head pressed to her chest. She was also breathing hard, her excitement still not quite quelled. If she kept going she was sure she would break you, and that was something she swore she would never do.

She wanted to ruin you, sure. But she planned to do that over and over again for as long as you’d let her. That meant she obviously had to make sure she left you in one piece after practically fucking your brains out.

You nuzzled into her as your breathing relaxed. It was this part of the night that she wasn’t used to yet. The softness that came with you being hers. She didn’t mind it though. Fuck like an animal and love like… well whatever this was. Gently. Delicately. Faith hadn’t adjusted to it yet, but she would get there.

Her strong arms folded around you and tightened slightly. You hummed in appreciation for that small act of affection. 

Having your naked body pressed closer to her still had her a little revved up, but she was willing herself to chill out for you. Maybe, she could push it a little more after a bit of rest. Maybe she could convince you for another round. After all, she was still wearing the strap… 

A devilish grin spread on her lips again as her hands began to roam your bare body. She was never good at waiting anyways. You looked up at her with such a curious innocent look that had Faith’s heart racing again. Seriously, you couldn’t give her those cute doe eyes. It made her want to corrupt you in the dirtiest ways…

“Just one more, princess, yeah?” She practically purred into your ear. 

You gulped, but nodded. Your body was sore and spent but when she gave you that hungry look of hers, how could you say no? 

It was a long night and as per true Faith nature… it was not just one more. 

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[missadmyre]

Date Night at Ghost Town

It wasn't often that his mentee, Randy, would invite him to do little activities such as fishing inside the Nomicon, such moments he appreciates as it reminded him of the peaceful memories he once had back at the living world.

When Randy had intivited him to come with him at the Celebration of the Founding of Sanctus Civitas in the Ghost Realm, he couldn't believe at what he was being offered to. "A trip to the Ghost Realm?" He asked.

The teen then replied, "Yeah, Danny invited me and Jake to come with him to the Ghost Zone for the celebration. Since you're some kind of spirit or something, maybe you could also have a chance to go there? I mean, it's gotta be kinda wonk to be lonely inside this book."

The First Ninja denied Randy's invitation at first, skeptical as he finds it nonsensical but also dangerous, given that he is the very foundation of the Nomicon. Should he be absent from his duties, he feared that an unexpected force would invade at a time of weakness, something of which he wouldn't allow.

Yet, even PlopPlop started to bug him about the boy's invitation, finding it weird that his ally had also approved of the boy's attempt. Eventually, he decided to go, finding it hard to resist two of his people and their charm to annoy to him.

As he tries to find an appropriate attire to wear, he discovers an elegant robe from back when he was alive, a kimono that dates back to the Kamakura Period. A gift from his fourth brother, a craftsman at heart.

On the day of the celebration, he, along with Randy his friends set off to the Ghost Realm, finding themselves in a dense forest with a jagged dirt pathway. Following the path, they reach the marble stairs, climbing up as they were greeted by a Torii Gate with two bells hanging on each side.

Ringing the bell four times on each bell while citing a chant that guarantees their entry, they soon were able to enter through the gate and into the celebration. The place was brimming with energy, hundreds of ghosts, spirits and souls running around around having fun.

The setting was beautiful, a dreamy dawn accompanying it. It was like a mix of a fairground and a ceremony, which would happen later that night as the procession of the Hyakki Yagyo would happen later that night. Stalls of food and games were placed left and right, attracting attentions of passerbys.

As he was about to ask the boys about his purpose in this, he was confused to find him, the warlock. Snarling, the First Ninja asked "What are you doing here?". The warlock chuckled, "Oh my, ask your kid, he did set us up for our date". Eyes twitching, he turned around to find Randy and his friends smiling, telling them to have fun as they ran away to enjoy the event.

Sighing, he faced Chase as the lizard hybrid held out his hand, "May I accompany you?". He begrudgingly accepted, knowing damn well that he himself won't be able to disagree.

Randy, while walking with Jake and Danny, smiled as his plan worked. He had planned it since the day he realized both their feelings are mutual, just way too stubborn and prideful to recognize them. He pleaded PlopPlop to go along with his plan, which after many attempts and bribery, he finally agreed.

Jake had been able to contact Chase, it wasn't hard considering that their main topic would be about the First Ninja, but what was hard was to convince the lizard hybrid that none of what they were planning is a trap.

The two heroic teens had known about their guardian's feelings about each other for a long time, even more so when they received the news that they were practically married. Grimacing at their pining, they planned to get the two to spend time with each other to work out their feelings.

When Danny had gotten an invitation to the Celebration of the Founding of Sanctus Civitas, they knew it was their chance to set the two immortal men on a date, letting Danny in on the plan as they tried to make their invitation look natural.

"Hey Randy, I know you set this up and shit for a long time, but come on! Let's enjoy the event, man!" Jake exclaimed.

"Hold on a minute, gotta take a picture of this." Pulling a camera out of his pocket, he placed it at the direction of the two immortals who were walking by the crowd, zooming in and pressing the button as it emitted a flash.

Click!

#rc9gn #rc9gn first ninja #chase young #my immortal soul #ninja showdown #secret trio #xiaolin showdown #rc9gn fanart #american dragon jake long #danny fenton #Btw this happens way after the entirety of Orange Tinted Dawn (of Realization) #Randy and Jake becoming matchmakers for their old man #danny phantom #There's way too many lights in that art #Yes I drew this in the car #How'd you know? #Searching up their outfits #Damn #I'm happy for it #Rc9gn fanart #randy cunningham #Meaning of Vow AU

[ech0lesss]

Because I can and have more headcanons. I feel like there was a small lack in the other one, so here’s so more! <3

Streber x Reader x Kevin HCs (Pt. 2)

Like I said in the other headcanons, I headcanon Streber as pretty short (5’3-5’5) so he would love getting piggybacks from you and Kevin (if you could give him any)

no like he would love it, like he'd ask you all the time "Y/N CAN YOU GIVE ME A PIGGYBACK????" with the puppy eyes n shi

"streber we're in public..." he doesn't care though :)

You can catch Kevin zoning out on you and just watching you do your thing. If you call him out on it he’ll be embarrassed.

Streber will come to your job and annoy you the whole time, whether you like it or not. He has a lot of free time on his hands.

Streber also definitely sends you memes at 2am. Without context.

Streber's a huge horror fan, I just know it. Kevin doesn't like it that much because Streber keeps bugging him to watch horror movies all the time, but eventually Kevin caves. he always does.

If you like horror too he'll be making you watch horror movies all the time. If you have the kind of sense of humor I do, you two will laugh at the most toe-curling, nightmare inducing, horrifying scenes while Kevin is staring at you two in disbelief.

Oh yeah, Streber is definitely alt. Maybe a scene kid or emo??

Streber tries to steal clothes from you two ALL THE TIME. He's small, so they're probably huge on him.

Kevin will subconsciously touch you while you are both doing your thing. He notices after awhile and quickly moves away in embarrassment, you think it's cute.

Kevin definitely clings to you in your sleep, and when he wakes up and realizes what he's doing, he gets flustered and pulls away. If you pull him back he'll become even more flustered and just sit there really tense. Just hold him close and stroke his back, then he'll calm down after awhile, then melt into your touch.

Kevin honestly just needs to be more comfortable with touch, you have to show him that he is allowed to show his love like that

Kevin drives you two everywhere lol

Kevin has absolutely no rizz but looks like he would but he is just so tired all of the time

definitely has bags under his eyes

neither does Streber have any rizz but he will try to flirt with you two (and it's effective on Kevin)

if you play video games, Streber will annoy you the whole time and try to distract you and get you killed sometimes just so he can piss you off lol. sometimes he helps you though

if your ever feeling down Streber offers cuddles and Kevin offers to talk about it

Streber is the annoying but funny guy while Kevin is the sarcastic passive aggressive dude

you may think Streber would cry at movies BUT WRONG ITS KEVIN

he would watch braveheart and cry (like i did... i literally sobbed and screamed)

Streber has those creative but really bad insults. like he would call you a pink lollipop hat and leave you like "what"

pet names make Kevin literally MELT

literally if you just hold his face in your hands and call him your sweet boy he will cry

Streber also adores pet names and uses them all the time (even when your in public) there's no limit to PDA with Streber

Kevin only holds hands with you in public but when Streber goes further with PDA he gets flustered but allows it

if you do it he'll also be flustered

just sometimes you all have a lazy day, trapped in each other's arms, snuggling together in a warm cuddle pile in your dark room, the light peeking through your thins curtains

sometimes you all like to just sit in your bedroom and do your own thing while some soft music plays in the background, you don't even need to say anything you can just live in the moment with them both

god forbid you ever come home harmed or upset in any way, Streber will find out whatever happened and hunt down whoever hurt you

same with Kevin, he will (try to) beat the shit out of whoever tried to hurt you

if it wasn't anyone's fault or you made a mistake, Streber will comfort you anyway he can and give you a hug n kiss

Kevin isn't good at comfort so depending on what happened he will probably just say "It's alright, it wasn't your fault"

Streber is good at reading people so if you're ever distressed he can quickly tell and ask you what's wrong

if you avoid the question and try to tell him that everything's fine, he won't believe you but he'll leave you alone for a bit

Kevin won't be able to tell as fast as Streber but he'll try to force you to open up before giving up

Streber wants you to know that they're both there for you and they care about you

whatever your going through they'll go through it with you no matter what it is

damn that was a bit angsty... i'll save more of the angsty stuff for another time if someone wants to request it

i think Streber falls asleep pretty quickly, especially during movies

if you and Streber fall asleep during a movie, Kevin will finish the movie and carry you two to bed to snuggle

if only you fall asleep, Streber will probably notice first and point it out to Kevin. he will talk about how cute you look and Kevin will just smile softly while looking at your peaceful face.

maybe i'll make even more, but this was pretty long... enjoy, losers!/affectionate

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[skylaryozora]

Unpopular Opinion: Why I prefer the way Bloom gained her Enchantix

Yet another thing I realized while rewatching the show.

But I guess we need to start with the episode where Faragonda told Alfea's students about the final fairy form.

Faragonda: The test will find you at a critical moment in time. You will need to rescue someone from your own world and it will require a great sacrifice. If you succeed, then and only then you will achieve the final transformation.

As much as I love Enchantix as the brand new fairy level and aesthetic (the soundtracks, the concept of Fairy Dust, and the wings, omg, I would die to have Stella's or Flora's ones), there is one thing about it that has always bugged me, namely, the way it is earned.

Now, please refrain from throwing stones at me for the time being, and give me a chance to elaborate on that. I do not have a problem particularly with girls proving how noble, selfless, and courageous they are, I absolutely love that. I am strictly talking about the... technical side.

The ultimate condition determines that in order to achieve Enchantix one has to rescue someone from their own realm. I see two problematic aspects of that:

This is clearly an external factor, something a fairy does not even have an impact on. What if a fairy is "unlucky" enough not to encounter anynone who would need their help? What is she supposed to do then, create such an opportunity? (XD) And also, what if she tries her best to save someone, but fails for some reason? The default way to gain Enchantix implies putting oneself in danger and even sacrificing your life if necessary, which makes it a very precarious trial, and maybe some fairies could dare consider it an awful chore to get over with and mark as completed, which kind of brings me to my next point. Digression: See, the condition to gain Charmix was to overcome personal fears and anxieties, which makes more sense to me because it is an internal factor. It is different for everyone and it gives great value to the next fairy level, because it celebrates the fact that a fairy managed to grow as a person and step out of her comfort zone.

The limitation regarding the rescued person's origin is just plain ridiculous for me. Honestly, it makes little to no sense, and I dare say it is even discriminatory. What if it was Bloom or Musa who saved Flora's sister or Stella's dad for some random reason? It would not count as an Enchantix-worthy deed, because Bloom's planet is dead in S3 and Musa has her own different realm she should "focus" on? But what about Tecna then? She activated her Enchantix through self-sacrifice but not directly for Zenithean citizens' sake, but rather for the whole magical dimension, which just makes it a bit confusing. In that case, Bloom could do the same thing, in fact, she was ready to do so (only together with Aisha, Tecna, and this Androsean sage Tabok who was eventually useless), but Tecna decided to do it of her own accord (Tabok prevented Aisha from stopping her by saying she must fulfill her destiny... Honestly, what destiny all of a sudden? If I remember correctly, we never hear about Tecna's destiny before and after that episode). Also, what if a fairy detests her home realm and its inhabitants (and let's assume she has a legitimate reason for that), and wants to break free from it for good? She unwillingly comes back there and gets a chance to rescue someone, but it is a person whom she absolutely despises for the same legitimate reason. Is such person simply not able to achieve the final form? I know it is an extreme example, but it is still possible.

The second condition has a considerable impact in Bloom's case, as it makes her feel excluded and deprived of a chance to evolve into a full-fledged fairy. She genuinely wishes to become stronger, and she asks the headmistress for guidance. This is what Faragonda tells her:

Faragonda: There's only one place you can go to become stronger, Bloom. It is called Pyros. The island of dragons. The power you can acquire there is great, but the dangers are severe and your survival is far from certain.

Leaving aside many aspects which confuse and upset me about this turn of events and Pyros arc (like this small dragon Buddy existing just for one episode, or Bloom not being told how exactly staying on Pyros can help her acquire this great power), Bloom is teleported to a place where she meets a new mentor, Maya, the only one who offers her some concrete instructions.

Maya: If you want to get stronger, you must open your heart and your mind. (...) Your magic is more focused, and you're able to control your fear. Your powers reached a whole new level of sophistication. (...) Every magical place has a unique kind of essence and not just every place, but every magical being too - and that includes you. Just like Pyros, you are defined by the particular blend of magic which lies deep at your core. What you must do is allow your own essence and that of Pyros to come together and work as one.

During her training with Maya Bloom learns how to medidate, which is officially proven to be a major performance booster if done well, and also does some physical workout, which I also appreciate because I imagine that growing more powerful implies it is an all-encompassing process which enhances both your body and mind.

Besides, no wonder why Bloom will always be considered the strongest in the show: she seems to get more opportunities to hone her skills and even learn secrets related to spiritual development after all. I am aware it is partly because she herself is big on self-improvement because she often feels not good enough in comparison with her Enchantix squad, but still, the other girls do not get opportunities to acquire this kind of knowledge, which would benefit them too and make them even more powerful. Bloom is later seen using the knowledge she acquired during her quest on Pyros in order to understand how to approach the guardian dragon of the Omega Dimension, which clearly gives her an upper hand in understanding how the magical world works.

Maya even gives Bloom a vial containing the essence of Pyros, which basically becomes Bloom's Fairy Dust (!). Of course, it is not said that Bloom is now bonded with Pyros forever, which would make sense, but it is something I find especially interesting.

Maya: All the energy you possess was totally focused for one perfect moment, and that's what set your Enchantix free. It can only happen to someone who has the Dragon Fire within. (...) You found yourself, Bloom.

Faragonda: Bloom, I'm not going to lie to you, your Enchantix power is dangerously incomplete. The others have a power that was born out of sacrifice, yours was created by the pure force of will, it's not the same.

So, Bloom made her way to Enchantix through refining her mind power, achieving inner peace, learning how to focus her energy, and becoming one with the realm of dragons, not to mention going through various physical trials, sometimes without using magic and wings. Basically she forced herself into Enchantix form using the honed strength of her character and the ungiving power of her will... and you are telling me that her Enchantix is incomplete (to make it worse, this is repeated like ten times throughout the show, which I find incredibly annoying) just because she had no choice but to do it in her own untypical way?!

This is where I need to state I do believe that the way Bloom got Enchantix is more fascinating and just deeper when you think about it. I adore the idea of gaining the final magical form through understanding what is inner peace and achieving the ultimate focus, which in fact translates to more effective performance (let me remind you that Valtor was medidating too!). It kind of resembles spiritual awakening which could be a huge milestone in fairy's evolution, right after conquering one's fears. Bloom went out of her way to prove she is uniquely gifted, after all she acquired the final form by herself, without being granted it by some external source.

And yet, Bloom is told that despite her being unique, one of a kind, super powerful and what not, she is still not good enough, and Faragonda does not specify what actually makes Bloom's Enchantix a demo version.

One last but random thing, you know what might have been cool? If teachers had not revealed to them that such a final fairy form exists and how to acquire it. This way Aisha's transformation would have been an even greater surprise for the girls and all of the Alfea students, and a moment of enlightenment of what it takes to achieve this level (and they would need to figure it out by themselves!).

That is all from me, and I am eager to read about your take on Bloom's case and Enchantix in general.

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[lizzie-is-here]

like the dawn

part viii- mission report

“if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent” - farouq jwaydeh

summary: three bug-themed superheroes, another two named after animals, and a flying robot. what’s next, character development?

wordcount: 5.5k

warnings: violence, cussing, google translate, my inability to write serious scenes without making jokes, injury, past death (howard and maria), hydra torture stuff, trauma, insecurities, yk the usual, idk arguing???

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a/n: okay listen i think i have a thing for reader getting hurt during this specific battle 🤭 sue me i’m basic but i had to give u your y/n moment 😌✨ ALSO THANK YALL SM FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! i’ll post an event soon but i’m still working out some things love u all hope u enjoy!

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When Steve said he had a getaway car, you expected a bit more than a VW Beetle. Sure, you’re on the run, but there had to be a more conspicuous car to take.

But here you were, crammed into the backseat alongside Bucky while Sam took the passenger seat and Steve drove. How the blond learned to drive, you don’t know. The last time you saw him try to drive was the ‘40s, and he’d almost run you over.

He parks and climbs out to speak to a blonde agent, and you watch carefully as they meet in the middle. The woman opens the trunk of her car to reveal the shield, wings, and your bow. You sigh in relief.

Next to you, Bucky eyes the man in the seat in front of him.

“Can you move your seat up?”

…

“No.”

You were already uncomfortable. Your poor wings were cramped and tired, and it didn’t help when Bucky scooted closer to you to stretch his legs.

“You’re squishing my feathers,” you whisper. He apologizes and scoots slightly away, gently moving your wing before relaxing again.

The blonde agent is leaning in towards Steve. You narrow your eyes. Thankfully, your friend leans away and awkwardly grabs the shield and other confiscated equipment.

“You two are looking pretty tense there,” Sam quips, smirking in the rear view mirror. You don’t respond and Bucky kicks his seat lightly.

He had a point. Why did you care if they kissed?

Steve climbs back into the car before you have an answer, and the whole ride to the airport, you’re stuck in your head.

You know you used to like him- both of them. You remember the countless letters you wrote and how regretful you were over not telling them.

But it’s been 70 years. And after what you’ve gone through, you genuinely weren’t sure if you could love anymore. Or be loved.

It was a miracle that Steve still cared enough about you two to go through all this trouble. To ask even more of him, and Bucky, seemed selfish. That was the last thing you wanted to be to your boys.

Yours. Yours, yours, yours. It had never been any other way. Sure, Bucky went on dates and so did you, Steve often being dragged along, but you always circled back to each other. Always.

Steve finds a spot in the parking garage and you all get out, watching as the door to the white van next to you pops open.

First comes the archer. Agent Clint Barton. You try your best to push down the memories you have of analyzing every Avenger, assessing their threat levels. But by the time he and Steve shake hands your mind has already found three weaknesses on him.

The enhanced girl, Wanda Maximoff, is next. She was on the news recently; about an accident on a mission to Lagos that led to civilian deaths. She’s young. She reminds you of you.

“How about our new recruit?” Steve asks. Agent Barton slides the back door open, revealing a middle-aged man laying on the van floor. He jolts awake, clearly confused.

“What time zone is this?” he asks, eyes widening when he spots the famous Captain. “Captain America!” He excitedly takes his hand, vigorously shaking it.

“Mr. Lang,” Steve responds.

The man never stops shaking his hand. “It’s an honor. I’m shaking your hand too long.” Steve nods, and he lets go but keeps talking at a lightning pace. “Wow! Captain America. I know you, too. You’re great!” He points to Wanda, who smiles gratefully.

Taking another glance at Steve, he ends up awkwardly grabbing his pecs, and you look away as confusion radiates off your friend. He turns back to shoot a look that screams ‘this guy just grabbed my chest’, before resuming the rather one-sided conversation.

“Look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so, thinks for thanking of me.” He waves to Sam. “Hey, man!”

They talk briefly, something about an audition? Tilting your head in confusion, you decide to cut him off before he makes this worse for himself.

“We should get moving,” you announce. Soon after, German floods the PA.

“They’re evacuating the airport,” Bucky translates.

A brief description of your opponents, an even shorter mention of Howard’s son, and Steve turns to the group.

“Suit up.”

You look around. It’s a parking garage. There are seven of you. You frown.

“Where?”

———————————————————————

After a very uncomfortable ten minutes of changing in front of each other, tying Wanda’s corset for her, and accidentally zipping a feather into your suit, you split off. Sam and Bucky head to a terminal. Wanda and Clint stay in the garage, and the new guy, Scott, shrinks down and hops on Steve’s shield, who goes to negotiate with the other Avengers.

And you perch atop the garage, staying well hidden while also having a perfect view of the area.

The Iron Man and the grey suit from earlier confront Steve first. Then the man in the cat suit. Then the Black Widow. Lastly, a small boy (man?) in a red and blue suit. He flips through the air with ease, firing what looks like… Spiderwebs? And rips the shield from Steve’s hands. Alright, enhanced agility, strength, and webs. Weird.

What you can hear of his voice is that of a teenager. A literal child. Even weirder.

In your earpiece, Sam speaks. “We found it. Their Quinjet’s in hangar five, north runway.”

You nock a glowing arrow just as Steve raises his arms, sending it cutting through the webs restraining him. While Clint grumbles about you stealing his shot, the arrow lands near Howard’s son.

Scott grows in size, returning it to Steve as you stand up on the roof. Your wings stretch out, casting a shadow along the pavement. You hear the teenager gasp and yell something about his US History textbooks.

He fires a web at you that you dodge, waiting until he gets close enough before flapping your wings and sending a gust of air towards him as he jumps. You sling a disc of light under him that breaks his fall.

He runs off to the terminal next, and you follow, avoiding stray shots from the two advanced suits. The kid gets tossed away before you even make it in, but you soar through the shattered window anyways.

Inside, webbed to the floor, you find Bucky and Sam. Landing next to them, you kneel with a smirk.

“Having fun?” you quip, carefully burning away the thin yet stubborn filaments. They both grumble before you all head back out, meeting up with your team as you sprint for the jet.

You’re stopped dead in your tracks as a glowing beam, similar to your powers, burns a line into the concrete and separates the two sides. A reddish-purple man floats midair. He has a cape, not that that makes you any less confused.

“Captain Rogers, I know you believe what you’re doing is right. But for the collective good, you must surrender now,” he says.

Sam asks what you’re all thinking. “What do we do, Cap?”

“We fight.”

As the two lines collide, you know you can’t go easy on them. A few of them have learned to target your wings, so you resort to stronger blasts to ward them off. You send a particularly brutal one at the flying man, who you think is a robot once you get a closer look.

Curiously, he doesn’t pause or hesitate, but when your attack collides and knocks him backward, he acts shocked.

You stare at one another for a moment, analyzing instead of attacking. But you quickly have to block an attack from Howard’s son, who’s emotionless metal helmet watches your every move. You bend a beam of light into his eyes, taking the opportunity to speed away with no intention of fighting something that shoots missiles.

The man in the cat suit seems to be targeting you and Bucky, needle-like claws slashing air as you duck and dodge. He goes for your neck, and just when you can’t move back fast enough, red energy surrounds him. He’s thrown away, and Wanda jogs up to you.

“Us girls got to keep an eye on each other,” she grins. You smile, nodding, and deflect a repulsor blast with ease. When you get a second to breathe, you spot Bucky on the ground.

Rushing over, you help him to his feet as explosions shake the ground.

“You good?” you ask, quickly scanning him for injuries. His left shoulder is more inflammed than usual, and he has some bruising, but other that, nothing major. He nods, checking you as well.

As more explosions surround you, you grab Bucky and run behind a plane. A large chunk of debris flies towards you, but a quick blast crumbles it into pebbles.

“We gotta go,” he shouts to Steve. “That guy’s probably in Siberia by now.”

“We gotta draw out the flyers,” he responds.

You step forward. “I’ll do it, you guys run.” Both of them instantly protest.

“You’re not going out there. Tony could knock you right out of the air with one repulsor blast,” Steve states firmly. “I’ll take Vision, you two get to the jet.”

Over comms, Sam cuts in. “No, you get to the jet. All of you. The rest of us aren’t getting out of here.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, if we’re gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it,” Clint agrees.

“This isn’t the real fight, Steve.”

Steve sighs. “Alright, Sam. What’s the play?”

“We need a diversion. Something big.”

Scott’s voice pipes up next as you duck to avoid the gaze of the flying robot. “I got something kinda big. But I can’t hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half… don’t come back for me.”

Bucky furrows his brows in confusion. “He’s gonna tear himself in half?” You shrug.

“You sure about this, Scott?”

He sounds out of breath. “I do it all the time. I mean once. In a lab.” Great. “Then I passed out.” Even better.

Peeking past the plane, you watch as he suddenly appears, towering over the buildings, and grabs the gray Iron Man suit. You can hear him laugh from where you are, clearly excited.

“I guess that’s the signal,” Steve says.

You gesture to the hangar. “Then let’s go!”

Staying on ground with Steve and Bucky, you only use your wings to boost yourself along. If you take to the air, it’ll be too easy to be seen.

Another golden beam shoots from behind you, taking out a nearby tower as your heart sinks. Out of nowhere, however, a red cast surrounds it, holding the building together. You throw a thankful smile to the young girl, who nods back to you as you speed up.

But something goes wrong. A loud ringing, and the magic disappears. You throw up a shield as best you can, but you still barely make it under the collapsing tower.

Waiting on the other side is the Black Widow. You remember her sometimes. Or, a younger version. You suspect HYDRA lent the Angel and the Soldier to the Red Room to help with training.

“Natalia,” you greet, guilt weighing down your tone. She smirks.

“Солнце [Sun],” she responds. A nickname. Her words hold no blame. Turning her attention to the blond, she shakes her head. “You’re not gonna stop.”

“You know I can’t.”

She raises her hand, charging the tasers on her wrists. “I’m gonna regret this.”

Her shot flies over your shoulder, attacking the man in the cat suit instead. She nods to you. “Go.”

You fly into the plane first, ushering your boys in as you hurry to close the door. Steve takes the pilot’s seat while you stay in the back. Bucky hovers in between, pacing anxiously.

The advanced jet goes airborne in a matter of seconds, shooting from the hangar as you hold on. Through a screen showing a back-facing camera on the exterior of the plane, you spot the grey suit trailing you.

Sam follows, attempting to take him out, but when a gold beam aims for Sam and he dodges, it strikes the suit instead. With the power source damaged, it plummets.

It reminds you of watching Bucky fall. You open the hangar, diving out as the two protest.

You spiral down, watching from the corner of your eye as the Iron Man and Sam do the same. None of you are fast enough. The suit hits the ground with a loud thud, and you land nearby as Howard’s son cradles his body. His helmet flips away revealing his harsh glare as you step forward.

“Please,” you say, holding out a hand. “I can help him.” You notice the quinjet hovering midair as Bucky watches carefully.

After glancing down to his unconscious friend, the Stark nods.

“Can you open the suit?” you ask. He doesn’t say anything, just talks to something called FRIDAY, which evidently controls the suit. It pops open for you to assess the damage.

Shattered spinal column. L4 through S1. You can feel the pain.

“Well? What is it?” he demands. You reiterate your findings. “Extreme laceration on the spinal cord. Possible paralysis.” You’ve healed worse.

“Well, I’ll get medical on their way,” Stark says. You jump.

“No! No, please, I can help him.”

“How?”

Taking a few breaths, you focus on the bone first. You fuse them, feeling each fragment return to its proper place. After that, you heal the nerves. They stitch together with a simple thought. The bruising is even easier, fading as your breathing calms. Your powers move through the body with your hand, swirling and dividing to heal the injuries. The man wakes up.

“Tony!” he shouts, slowly reorienting himself. He seems shocked to see you kneeling beside him, but quickly understands what happened by the remaining glow from your hands.

You turn to Howard’s son. He meets your gaze, features relaxing.

He nods. “Thank you.” You stand. Slowly backing away, he doesn’t follow.

You fly away in an instant, landing on the quinjet as Bucky helps you stabilize. Closing the hangar, Steve smiles at you.

“Old habits die hard,” he quips. “Always getting everyone out of trouble.”

You can’t help but grin.

———————————————————————

A few hours later, still soaring on the quinjet towards Siberia, Bucky speaks up.

“What’s gonna happen to your friends?”

Steve lets out another heavy sigh. “Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.”

“I don’t know if I’m worth all this, Steve,” he murmurs. A part of you wants to berate him. But you were thinking the exact same thing.

“What you did all those years, it wasn’t you,” the blond insists. “You didn’t have a choice.”

Silence.

“What’s on your mind, (Y/N)? You’re being awfully quiet,” he says. You shake your head.

“Why didn’t you ever give up on us?”

Your words break something in Steve. They give him a glimpse into your mind, how your thoughts seem to be in a constant spiral.

“You’re…” He hesitates. ‘Friends’ seems insulting. A mere fraction of what he feels for you two. But now isn’t the right time. “My best friends,” he finishes.

“We almost killed you, Steve,” you press further. Your wings puff slightly, prickling as your head pulls picture after picture.

The Captain denies it. “No, you didn’t. I would’ve been fine. Besides, you both snapped out of it before that even happened.”

You furrow your brow, volume rising slightly. “You don’t get it. When I healed you, I could feel your pulse dropping.” Your voice shakes.

“You were dying, Stevie.”

His breath hitches. Since that day, he hadn’t known how bad it was. All he knew was that, when he woke up, he didn’t have a scratch on him.

But if it had been bad enough to kill…

When he doesn’t respond, you’re sure you’ve done it. You’ve fucked up to the point where he won’t forgive you.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I shouldn’t have snapped, I-“

Bucky rests a hand between your wings, rubbing small circles. It forces the tension to leave your body and you slump slightly, still trying to apologize.

Steve puts the quinjet on autopilot and turns back to you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you don’t have to apologize,” he promises. “I didn’t know how bad it was.”

“But it wasn’t your fault. The moment you two were out of HYDRA’s control, you helped me- saved me.”

“And I’m going to return the favor.”

As the last words leave his mouth, the jet lands. Bucky takes a gun from Natalia’s set as you sling your bow over your shoulder.

“You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?” Steve asks.

You chuckle. “Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?” He shakes his head.

“Bucky blew three bucks trying to win a bear for you,” he says. The brunet rolls his eyes.

“You said you liked it,” he defends himself.

Incredulous, you shove him. “We nearly froze to death!” The memory becomes clearer. You remember the bear. Sure, it was nice, but what was more amusing was watching Bucky attempt to throw the ball while you and Steve laughed your asses off.

Stepping out of the jet, you approach the door. It’s already open. The other Winter Soldiers could be anywhere.

“He can’t have been here longer than a few hours,” Steve mumbles.

Bucky frowns. “Long enough to wake them up.”

Before any of you step inside the dark hallway, you cast a soft whirl of light down it. It illuminates the walls, revealing it to be empty.

Slowly, you make your way through the halls. It’s odd, you remember them as if they were in a dream, haunting yet familiar.

An elevator ride takes you to the lower level, and the moment Steve lifts the cage door, you’re all on high alert. You don’t even take out your bow, opting instead to sling light into the darker corners.

Bucky leads the way, gun trained on any hiding spots. Halfway up the stairs, you hear a sound behind you.

You all whip around, watching as the door creaks open to reveal Howard’s son.

“You seem a little defensive,” he jokes.

Steve doesn’t laugh. “It’s been a long day.”

“At ease, Soldiers, I’m not currently after you,” he points to you and Bucky.

“Then why are you here?”

“Could be your story’s not so crazy. Maybe. Ross has no idea I’m here. I’d like to keep it that way.” So he’s siding with you. “Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself.”

“Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork.” Steve lowers his shield. “It’s good to see you, Tony.”

“You too, Cap.” He turns to you and scoffs. “Hey, Manchurian Candidate, Lucifer, you’re killing me. There’s a truce here. You can drop…”

You lower your hands first, but Bucky keeps his gun raised until Steve nods in agreement.

From there, Tony leads you. His suit is best suited for it, anyway, with scanners and technology you couldn’t believe existed.

Finally coming to the largest room, you and Bucky hesitate. A lot happened here. You got your wings here. Your memories were torn, one by one, from your mind… here.

You step inside.

“I got heat signatures,” Tony says.

“How many?”

“Uh, one.”

All seven cages light up as you get closer. All five soldiers are inside.

The doctor speaks over the PA system. “If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep.”

You step closer to one containment unit, wiping the fog away. The man inside is bleeding from the head. A bullet wound.

“Did you really think I wanted more of you?”

Bucky grips his gun tighter. “What the hell?” You stay close to him, turning your gaze away from the soldiers.

“I’m grateful to them, though. They brought you here.”

A small window lights up, revealing the man. Tony fires a blast and Steve throws his shield, but the glass doesn’t budge.

“Please, Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.”

Tony circles the stand in the middle of the room. The chair lies at the center.

“I’m betting I could beat that!”

“Oh, I’m sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you’d never know why you came.”

Steve steps closer to him. “You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?”

He doesn’t answer, instead leans closer to the glass to peer at the blond. “I’ve thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that you’re standing here…”

“I just realized… there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. How nice to find a flaw.”

“You’re Sokovian,” Steve says. “Is that what this is about?”

“Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No. I’m here because I made a promise.”

“You lost someone?”

“I lost everyone. And so will you.”

With that, he clicks a button and a screen lights up. December 16, 1991.

You freeze.

“An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That’s dead. Forever.”

Tony steps closer, deciphering what he can of the Russian words. “I know that road.” December. “What is this?”

———————————————————————

December 16, 1991.

The Angel of Death and the Winter Soldier were huddled behind a tree. Their target was on route, with a valuable serum in his car. Their handlers had told them that, if acquired, that serum could bring HYDRA further into power.

So there they were. You were tucked behind Winter, wings shivering as you waited.

The moment headlights approached and he affirmed that it was the target’s car, you struck. A beam of light popped one tire and sent the car veering into a tree.

A man stumbled out, begging for someone to help his wife. You ignored him, instead heading to open the trunk.

As you checked the items, Winter attacked the man and set his body back in the driver’s seat. Circling around the car, his metal hand barely grazed your primary feathers as he went to deal with the woman.

You grabbed the case and stepped to the side, watching a surveillance camera. Winter joined you shortly, shooting the lense.

And the next morning, the headlines read all about the mysterious deaths of Howard and Maria Stark.

———————————————————————

After the video ends, Tony jumps to attack you and Bucky. Steve grabs his arm, but neither of you run.

He has every right to be angry. He has every right to want you dead. You know he can kill you.

But you can’t leave Steve.

“Did you know?” Tony asks.

Steve hesitates. “I didn’t know it was them.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers,” the billionaire hisses. “Did. You. Know?”

“Yes.”

And he throws a punch at the blond. Bucky aims his gun, but is blown back. Even though you raise a hand, veins beginning to glow, you don’t attack.

Tony doesn’t either. “Get out of my sight,” he demands. Whether he’s sparing you since you saved his friend, or since you didn’t directly kill his parents you aren’t sure. But you don’t move.

Flying past you, Tony grabs Bucky by the neck and throws him against the floor. He stomps on his metal arm, pinning him before aiming his repulsor point-blank at his face.

In a flash, he’s thrown off, and you’re running towards Bucky while firing more blasts. Steve joins in, blocking his friend’s attacks with the shield.

Tony fires a sort of handcuff at Steve’s ankles, immobilizing him before turning back on Bucky. A missile fires, blowing a support beam to bits.

The freezer units come crashing down, and a part of you can’t help but be relieved. Still, you run to grab Bucky before he’s crushed under the metal.

“Get out of here!” Steve yells. You want to protest, but the brunet grabs your hand, racing away as you duck under Tony’s attacks. Slamming a button, the roof begins to open.

“Grab on!” Hoisting yourself and Bucky into the air, you push yourself towards the exit. Not fast enough, though, as you spot a red and gold suit following.

He kicks Bucky from your grip, and Steve barely manages to deflect a blast aimed at the ex-Winter Soldier’s head. The latter runs up to you, hoisting himself up as you strain to lift him.

“Ну давай же! Просто немного дальше [Come on! Just a little further],” you shout. You can feel the wind rushing in, a literal breath of fresh air.

Just one rung away from freedom, the top begins to slam shut. You drag Bucky away as it falls, cradling his head as you tumble down.

He swings a metal pipe at Tony, but is put in a choke hold just as quickly. You charge up a blast, but the man in the suit speaks.

“Do you even remember them?”

You nod. Bucky wheezes out, “We remember all of them.”

They lurch back, with Steve grabbing on and you following as they plummet into a separate area. You land harshly, wincing at the pressure as you help Bucky up. He’s watching the other two as they fight, unsure about whether to help or stay out of it.

He grabs the shield, leaping to drive it into the suit. You follow, bending light into Tony’s eyes to distract him.

The three of you tag-team it, exchanging the shield and moving in tandem.

For a while, it looks like you could win. But then you and Steve get thrown away into a stone pillar, coughing and gasping for air.

The fight moves between Bucky and Tony as the former furiously tries to remove the glowing circle powering the suit. It doesn’t work, and all he gets is a repulsor blast to the chest.

Stunned, he falls to the ground and is blasted away again. Steve gets up in an adrenaline-fueled rush and puts his all into incapacitating his friend as you crawl towards Bucky.

“Hey, hey, Winter.” You divert to the old name on some buried instinct, shielding him from the fighting. He’s bleeding but you can’t find the source. “You’re okay, it’s okay,” you whisper, voice shaking. Steve won’t be able to hold Tony off for long. Not with his tech.

Right on cue, you hear the shield fly and hit a wall, and Steve gets knocked past you. Running a hand over Bucky’s chest, you heal the searing burns and bruises. But every time you heal one, you find two more.

Steve’s on his knees behind you, looking up at Tony. “They’re my friends.”

“So was I.” Tony throws him again, turning his back on you. “Stay down. Final warning.”

Bucky begins to roll over, even as you protest.

And Steve, stubborn as he’s always been for as long as your memory reaches, rises. “I could do this all day.”

Bucky grabs Tony’s ankle as he prepares a shot, but the latter sends a brutal kick to his face. You yell, blasting his back before Steve lifts him over his head, slamming him onto the cold concrete.

He jumped atop him, throwing punch after punch. He eventually manages to break off the helmet, and this whole whole you’re still focused on healing Bucky’s very, very bloody face.

Behind you, Steve grabs the shield, driving it into the arc reactor. But just as he does so, one last blast of energy leaves the repulsor.

You see Bucky go pale moments before the searing pain in your back sets in.

For a few seconds, it’s too much to do anything but gasp silently. But then you scream.

Your wings had never been truly “hurt”. Sure, HYDRA was rough with them, but they were always considered too valuable to be hit or cut, even as punishment.

The pain stretched from wing to wing, rushing down through your shoulders and back. You aren’t sure when you start crying, but Bucky gently wraps you up in his arms as something inside him snaps at the sound.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline, maybe it’s some of the Winter Soldier’s protectiveness, but he whips out a gun and points at both his best friend and the man trying to kill him.

At this point, they’d both separated, watching in fear at how the muscles in your back shook uncontrollably. They held up their hands, trying to calm the man.

“Don’t get any closer,” he warns, casting a worried glance down to you. Your body’s trying to heal itself, but the stress combined with the energy you’ve expended healing him is making it difficult.

Steve kneels. “Bucky, we’re not gonna hurt her.” He turns to Tony, who hesitates before agreeing.

The soldier turns his full attention back to you. Your eyes are glazed over, brain shutting off to compensate for the pain. He curses, lightly shaking you.

“Мне нужно, чтобы ты сосредоточился на своем исцелении, хорошо [I need you to focus on healing yourself, okay]?” he asks, only receiving a weak nod.

You do as he asks, and Steve and Tony watch as the redness and burns on your back slowly disappear. Ten minutes later, your wings have fully healed, but you’re still in agonizing pain.

Bucky looks up, still soothing you, and shakes his head. “This isn’t worth it. If you want someone to blame, blame me.”

“Buck-“ Steve cuts himself off as you groan. He’s right. This isn’t worth it.

Tony eyes the man, analyzing his tone. If what Steve had said was true, then neither of you had control over who you killed. It’s just a matter of whether or not he believes the Captain or not.

Well, as big as this lie was, he can’t recall the last time Steve lied to him. (At least, about something of this importance. Steve was a notorious cheater at Avengers’ Game Night.)

And he can’t help but feel that he owes you for helping Rhodey. Shit.

“Fine. Fine, let’s wrap up this WWE match. We’ll get you all back to the compound… and figure things out from there.” He sighs, partially in frustration and partially because he just nearly got his ass handed to him on a vibranium shield/platter.

At the two friends’ suspicious looks, Tony rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. If anything, it’s just because I owe her,” he says.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Steve helps Bucky guide you to your feet, carefully avoiding your wings. Tony follows behind, just in case any of you try to pull something.

Your mind filters in and out as you limp through the HYDRA base. The moment you pass one room, though, you halt.

“The files,” you murmur. “Evidence- Tony-“ The billionaire peeks up. “You don’t believe us? The video proof is in there.”

You muster up a ball of light, gathering your strength and heading into the room. The same one you and Bucky had raided a year back. Neither of you had dared to go through the tapes showing exactly what HYDRA had done to you, but if that was what it took for Tony to believe you, then so be it.

Tony scans the room, FRIDAY pulling information and pointing out one box in particular. He grabs it and a few others, hefting them in his arms.

Through the hallways that stayed standing, you leave the base, spotting the man in the cat suit handcuffing the fake doctor. His helmet is off, and he offers an apologetic smile to you and Bucky.

“I would like to offer my apologies. It seems this man-“ He glares at the doctor. “-had it in his best interest to tear us apart. My name is Prince T’Challa.”

You weakly shake his hand. The quinjet bay opens up, and you, Steve, and Bucky head on as Tony and T’Challa stay back to discuss where to go from here.

You collapse in front of a bench, gently stretching your wings out onto the cold, metal, floor. The pain is dull now, yet the ache isn’t fading anytime soon.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, hand hovering over your back between the wings. He doesn’t want to bring you more pain, but isn’t sure how else to comfort you.

You nod, sighing. When you turn and see his hand, you chew the inside of your cheek.

“You can… You can touch them.” You stretch your wing out and he tentatively sets his hand on the peak. He runs his hand down the back, passing over the feathers with a sort of reverence.

“I’ll have to teach you how to help wash them,” Bucky mumbles to Steve. “She can’t reach all of the feathers.”

Footsteps sound behind you, breaking the comfortable silence.

Tony steps out from his suit, straightening the cuffs on his suit jacket and holding his harm tenderly. He raises a brow at the super-soldier pile on the floor of his quinjet.

“Well, Three Musketeers, let’s head home.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers x reader #avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #like the dawn #steve x reader angst #steve rogers x reader angst #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader angst #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x winged!reader #bucky barnes x winged!reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x fem!reader #cacw #cacw x reader #captain america: civil war x reader #captain america civil war

[retphienix]

You know what, they ain't kiddin'.

17 arcanes before taking into account acolytes, and that's playing solo as a console host so less killin' goin' on?

Yeah I get it. They really ain't kiddin' about Void Cascade being a great farm lol

I didn't stick around for level cap (obviously), now that I think about, have I ever stuck around for level cap? Kinda doubt I have because when would I have bothered?

That's another thing to consider since that means even less arcanes since apparently thrax spawn faster at higher levels (hearsay that I decide to believe)!

I digress. Didn't stick around because I was kinda getting bothered by nitty gritty things. At like the 20 minute mark I had a situation where I got distracted recapping an exolizer at "c" when the map was swapping to "a" spawns, and when I zoned back in from my daydream play I had to run like 700m to cap 3 exos at "a" before it timed out.

A VERY bad play on my part due to forgetting the game type loves making you run from C to A spawns. I wish it just went ABCBABCBA in spawns instead of just going "Haha, go run now :)" but I already knew I didn't like that mechanic coming into this lol

From like the 6 minute mark all the way to closing I had a bugged thrax just stuck in place in ghost form whom never got to die and give me any loot, and he was permanently marked on my map as a "risk" because he was next to an exo spawn, but you know, can't do anything about that because buggy enemy lol

Also had a moment that annoyed me where I jumped into an exo at the exact moment an acolyte spawned on my operator and one framed me. Obviously, you're operator, that's not really death, but something about going "Okay, time to do the boring chore part of this game type *SMACK*.... okay. Time To Do The Boring Chore Part Again Because Someone Was Rude." got to me. That's strictly my disinterest in the game mechanics of this game mode being exasperated by pure chance, and it didn't even negatively impact the mission- just my mood towards it lmao

Also energy was annoying. Considering my oberon can spam like hell in anything else with no energy issues this makes me curious on a basic game mechanic I might not know.

When you're in operator, I know your frame takes like 99% less damage or some nonsense (still CAPABLE of death, but unlikely outside of niche cases from what I've experienced)-

Do dick head mag thrax and energy eximus still target your frame and just drain you dry? Because I swear I'd hop into an exo with full energy, 'disable' it, swap to my frame, and just have 0 energy so I'm basically just playing a weapon platform with no weapon platform abilities, it got annoying by like the 3rd time it hit me like that -.-

Probably wouldn't have been an issue I ran into in a group due to diverted enemy focus. But I wanted to run solo because, IDK, I like doing shit solo sometimes lol

So overall I can now say, holy shit the people who hold Void Cascade on a pedestal as a fantastic grind- they are right as hell.

But, even knowing that, still not a fan of the game mode.

Running every 3 "zones" from C to A is boring. The chaos fucking rules! But then the game mechanic of getting knocked out of your frame to do busy work spraying portals is like the opposite of fun and my mind focuses on it instead of glossing over it like I assume others easily do.

Boring game mode with awesome chaos surrounding it and fantastic rewards- that's 2 for 3, pretty dang nice- I definitely have a newfound appreciation of it and might try hopping in to actually hit cap with some friends now that I know it's capable of being fun (definitely moreso with some friends lol) :P

#warframe #RetPlays

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Leona Kingscholar Tsumsitter Personal Story: Part 3

"A Moment with Leonatsum III"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Leona: Hm…?

Leona: So loud. What's all that noise?

Ruggie: Ah, Leona-san! We've got trouble.

Jack: The tsums have suddenly stopped listening to us, so it's a bit chaotic.

Leona: The tsums, as in more than one…?

Epel: Where are you going, tsum? We need to hurry and go back to Pomefiore!

Floyd: Hey, what're you trying to do? I'm starting to get pissed off… You want me to squeeze ya?

Epel: Come on, let's go… Urgh! I'm pulling it as hard as I can, but it's latching onto the lawn and isn't letting go.

Jack: No matter how many times I try to grab it and bring it back with me, it keeps escaping out of my arms.

Leona: When there's a ton of small creatures running around underfoot like this, makes me think of the bugs that slither around under a fallen tree.

Leona: What do they want?

Jack: No idea… My tsum is just running around out of control too, so I really don't know.

Jack: Since the Headmaster told us to take care of them, it's not like we can just leave them be. So we're at a bit of a loss.

[Leonatsum perks up]

Leona: Hm?

Leona: What, 's there something you wanna say?

Leona: …Okay, I get it.

Leona: Hey, try to stack up those annoying armadillo-lookin' things up.

Ruggie: Stack 'em? What's up, Leona-san? Why're you saying something so silly with such a serious look?

Jack: Stack them? …Oh, I see!

Tsum… Tsum…

Ruggie: The tsums all calmed down…?

Epel: Ohhh. They just wanted to be tsum'd.

Sebek: IF THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED, THEY SHOULD HAVE SAID SO EARLIER!

Ruggie: Tsum'd!? What is that? What does that mean!?

Leona: How should I know? Lookin' at the way they're acting, maybe it's just something they like to do.

Jack: Yeah, that's it. Back when we first met these guys, they also stacked up like this too.

Jack: That's why the Headmaster decided to call them "tsums," I completely forgot about that.

Jack: Wait… I don't think I told you how they got their name, did I?

Leona: Nope, you didn't. But…

Leona: This thing was looking at me, and then looking up, then me again and was trying to tell me something, so I just thought that might be it.

Jack: That tsum seems to be lookin' down on us with that smug smile…

Ruggie: Leona-san's tsum's got a whole different personality from Jack-kun's tsum, huh.

Cater: The stacked tsums look like they're all happy together now. Guess they feel relaxed in this position.

Cater: Hey, Leonatsum, you don't wanna be tsum'd with them?

Jack: So it's not interested in stacking with the others, huh. It's pretty composed.

Epel: It's got poise, confidence, and it's so mature…! It's just like Leona-san to have a cool tsum.

Leona: Humph… Hey, tsum. Your advice earlier wasn't so bad, I guess.

Leona: And unlike those other armadillo-lookin' things, you're pretty easy to deal with. Guess you're more composed 'cause you're like me, yeah?

Leona: …Hm?

Zzzzzz.

Leona: …Hey. Hey!

Jack: I-It's sleeping.

Ruggie: Y'know, maybe it's not that this tsum is "composed" or anything… But more like it's just got no motivation at all?

Leona: You little… You've got some nerve to doze off when someone is speaking.

Leona: What, you wanna be prey?

Zzzzzz.

Floyd: Ahaha! Todo-senpai's tsum's just like a little sea lion～! You guys're exactly the same.

Leona: Who're you calling a sea lion?

Floyd: Then maaaaybe… a sea cucumber?

Ruggie: Leona-san, I think you should accept the sea lion name, rather than the sea cucumber one.

Leona: Tch… This fricken armadillo. Just causing me all sorts of problems.

Leona: I'll definitely find a way to get rid of you!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #cater diamond #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #floyd leech #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #twst leona #twst cater #twst jack #twst ruggie #twst floyd #twst epel #twst sebek #twst translation #twst tsum tsum #mention: crowley

[valyrou]

hi there, dear! i saw you were doing matchups 🙀🙀 if it’s alright with you, may i please have a bsd matchup? please take your time on this!

my name is ren and i use she/they pronouns. write this with either one! i am omnisexual, but my preference is men at the moment. i am an aries, as well as an intj 6w5!

personality: my personality really depends on my mood. i am usually hella awkward when i first meet a person, and before we really get close i will be quiet and polite. but once you really get to know me, i am positive and energetic, and objectively funny. i’m incredibly kind and sweet and caring i think are the words, and i always put others before myself. i’m what one would call “a gifted kid”, i am very intelligent. i’m very responsible and i am the “mom friend”. i’m very clingy unless you make me uncomfortable. i can usually mask my emotions but if i bottle them up for too long I’ll just break down. i have ADHD and have the shortest attention span known to man, so I’m always off in my own little world. i need someone who can keep me grounded. i LOVE to talk and if you give me a chance, i won’t shut up. i am very insecure and have severe trust issues, unless you have proven to me time after time i can trust you. i fear that people find me annoying and i cry very easily, especially if someone raises their voice at me.

hobbies: i love to read, especially classics and fantasy novels. give me a good book and i can finish it in a day if i work hard enough. i play piano and i do theater and honors chorus, so i love to act and sing. i love writing and always am writing something, whether it’s in my head or on paper. i am an amazing cook and baker and will housewife if i have to 😼😼. i love to have conversations on politics and world debates. i like to play chess (but i suck) and pool (i don’t suck at pool), and i play tennis.

likes: i love music and literature in general. i am definitely a cat person and will pick up a cat off the side of the road and bring it home. i love drama and am a bit of a gossip. i also love fashion and will have a heart attack if i am not wearing something that matches. i love shopping and video games (i am a smash bros and mariokart GOD)

dislikes: i HATE bugs. if there is a bug in my house, i will scream and jump onto the counter to get away from it. you kill a bug for me? you have my undying loyalty. i can’t stand scary movies, especially clowns. i am somewhat of a picky eater. i also hate second chances. it’s not worth it to give hundreds of chances to someone who breaks your trust and heart every single time. i also hate the ocean. you take me to the beach? i will be sitting in a chair under an umbrella reading, looking absolutely disgusted 💀💀

love language:

A/n: THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER LOLOL BUT NO WORRIES IT HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE TIME!! Also we are quite similar :0 thank you for requesting love, stay hydrated yourself and sleep a good amount <33

I will pair you up with…

Kunikida Doppo!

(Bro looks soo majestic <33)

Kunikida isn’t patient with Dazai since Dazai teases him on purpose, but he would be incredibly patient with you

He understands the struggle that comes with ADHD so he’d make sure you don’t zone out to much, maybe take you places and let you talk as much as you want

He‘s a great listener

Distracts you with something to fiddle with, so you don’t zone out on him

Maybe physical touch isn’t his biggest love language, but Initially warms up to it. PDA maybe too, depends really

Hand holding sure, except you guys work together (If you would work in the ADA as well that is) then it’s just an initial squeeze on the shoulder or a kiss on the head

Kunikidas love language is quality time fr fr

Takes you out all the time, art galleries, museums, ancient library, the park etc.

You don’t have to feel insecure around Kunikida as well. He loves you for you, not for who you‘d wish to be

He would make sure you understood that

Compliments all the way, long talks

He has a literal description of his dream partner like?????

He loves you the way you are and he promises you every time you doubt yourself that he loves the current you <3

As loyal as you Are

Get a bigger beach chair, because this guy won’t play in the water either.

Please give each other book recommendations???????

Would start off very shy and akward in the relationship but once you two really get to know every detail about each other honestly anyone would be jealous

Idk if it’s canon or not, but I picture Kunikida a great cook (not so good baker) too, so DUO COOKING

Baking with him is more complicated tho because he has absolutely zero clue what’s going on

He‘d probably even mess up half finished muffins (yk the ones were you only need to put in the eggs and oil and then the muffin mix? Yeah that one)

Kills the bugs for you <3

#Bsd #Bsd x reader #Bsd Match ups #Bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs matchup #headcanons #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd imagines #Kunikida #kunikida doppo #kunikida x reader #kunikida doppo x reader #anime

[thschei]

Also... I decided not to put this in the new cat post, both bc I didn't want it to get long and I decided to leave the reblogs on it bc the pictures are cute, and I didn't want This portion to be reblogged. I know a lot of people feel the same way I do, and that's a great thing, but I don't... want a lot of attention on my posts or blogs. The trauma, etc. So I don't want this to escape containment but still want to talk about it, and am turning reblogs off. Like, this is a journal entry that I'm letting people see at a sleepover, not a speech I've prepared for my public speech and debate class. You know?

So, that preamble out of the way: I feel like... a resigned frustration about people Still clinging to the myths that cats are cold, unloving, distant, only around humans for food, only tolerate us and think we're stupid, etc etc. Or express surprise when they see examples of cats being loving and affectionate. (I... don't want to talk about the stupid ass misogyny and bioessentialism being applied to cats, but that too)

Like, it really truly isn't difficult to befriend a cat and in turn receive their affection. All you have to do is 1) show them, consistently, that you are safe and don't pose a threat to them 2) go at their own pace and respect their boundaries/comfort zone (like, hold your hand out for them to sniff instead of petting them straight away; don't force them to cuddle just because you want to) 3) treat them with unconditional love, initiate moments of affection occasionally instead of waiting for them to initiate each time (like, call them over, talk/meow/sing to them, get out their favorite toys to play with, etc. Do things that convey that their love is reciprocated.) 4) try to understand and read their body language, and back off when they give warning signs like twitching tails or flattened ears 5) provide them with fresh food, water, litter boxes, a clean environment

These things are basically tweaks on the foundations of establishing a friendship with another human, obviously the last one aside. So, why do so many people have an issue with the idea of treating an animal like their an autonomous being whose personal space should be respected? (Rhetorical question). I know that this is the ND, struggles socially, just had a viral poll about not knowing how to make friends, website-- but generally speaking, the people who make comments about cats being mean and unloving aren't the people who make up this site's userbase. ND folks honestly tend to have a much easier time socializing with animals than humans, for a variety of reasons.

I personally hate being touched, so I never had to be taught about respecting a cat's space and boundaries. Part of that is taking the "do unto others" rule very literally and to heart, and part of that is that I don't want to make any other living creature feel the way I do when I'm touched without permission. It doesn't matter if that's a cat, or a bug, or another person. But there's lots of ways to be ND, and like I said, a variety of factors that contribute to us connecting with animals easily.

And I know it's a harsh thing to say, but if your cat is genuinely cold, distant, tolerates you, etc... it's most likely due to something you've done as their owner, not in the "inherent nature" of an entire species, especially a domesticated one. Maybe you make a lot of noise that scares them, maybe you use negative reinforcement (Does Not Work On Cats) like squirting with a water bottle. Maybe you yell at them. There's a lot of things that can make a cat feel afraid of you and fracture their trust in you. Maybe you force them to cuddle and hold them in place when they try to get away.

I think the idea that cats only like us for food stems in part from what I discussed briefly in that previous post, people who exclusively feed their cats dry food. Most dry foods, especially the cheaper ones, are full of fillers of vegetables and carbohydrates like wheat, which cats cannot digest. Cats are obligate carnivores that need to eat meat, and specifically the protein taurine, which is typically found in abundance in the heart of other animals. So feeding cats a diet of only dry food is like if your parents fed you potato chips for every meal. You'd eat a large quantity in an attempt to feel full, but your body would make it known that its needs aren't being met. So, cats fed only dry food cry for more food more often, wake their owners up at early hours and aggressively, get more persistent when their meal is 1 hour behind (like the jokes about daylight savings). People get automatic feeders, but that doesn't solve the nutrition deficit, so it doesn't solve the cat's "behavior" (cries for help! to the person responsible for their care!) and both the cat and owner become increasingly frustrated with each other. The desperate eating of more dry food to get the nutrition they need is the cause of a lot of the overweight cats you see, and can lead to hypertension, kidney disease, diabetes, depression, lethargy, apathy, chronic joint pain, difficulty jumping/exercising around the house which makes all the above issues more difficult to combat, etc.

Most people . Only feed their cats dry food because it's cheaper than buying wet food . And I Try to be understanding about like, poverty, the housing crisis, economic turmoil, price gouging, etc etc. But if you want a cat, you're committing to at least 10-18 years of providing for this animal. If you can't afford to actually provide for them and meet their needs, you need to, like, play a pet-raising sim instead of fucking up an animal's health in irreversible ways, or making them loyal to you out of fear. This animal is supposed to be your friend, supposed to trust you implicitly and have a mutual bond of unconditional love.

I've never had any difficulties making friends with cats; the only time a cat never became receptive to my company was one that had been in a very abusive household. Neighbors and family friends' cats have all quickly sought out my attention and pets/cuddles. My cats have all been affectionate, trusting, and receptive to my emotions/physical pain. I have enough examples to fill its own post, but trust me when I say that every day my cats show through consideration, companionship, body language, and seeking out pets/cuddles, that they love and trust me, and my family. (Actually, I had a cat that would pee in one of my abusive aunts shoes whenever she visited our house <3 That cat said "your vibes are rancid and you're not welcome here")

This post is already pretty long, so I'll wrap it up here. I just wish that more people would put in the effort to learn/understand cat's body language and meet cats halfway instead of expecting cats to act like dogs do. (AND . I wish people would apply the above listed steps to how they treat dogs . You should be respecting their personal space and showing them respect too, asshole!) If you know what to look for re: a cat's body language, you'll see that they're telling us in a myriad of ways how much they enjoy our company, respect us, love us, etc.

#erin talks #text #this post will be deleted if Anyone starts shit over it #but I mean every word . cats and dogs have spent tens of thousands of years alongside us #as our companions and being bred for jobs . don't you think that in the modern day #we should give them a life of comfort and respect and unconditional love? #I don't expect anyone to be exactly like me and like sit on the floor so that my dogs can lie on the couch #or stand at the kitchen tearing up lunch meat for my pets before I eat my own dinner; I know my household is ridiculous #but I wish people focused on treating their pets like family instead of conveniences or sources of a power trip #even tho they can't understand spoken languages they can understand the tone of our voices; when we're disrespecting them #when we ignore their body language; when we half-ass things; when we use them as a thing to control for our egos; etc #(and obv a lot of these things apply only to cats/dogs; other pets require different things & sometimes Shouldn't be humanized to the point #we see human traits in cats/dogs; a reptile or fish has drastically different needs & you need a different mindset for them) #long post

[pixelated-whump]

@ailesswhumptober Day Eleven - Fainting

Contents: Minty briefly thinks he's dying, non-graphic violence, Animal Whump? They're Pokemon so idk when it crosses that threshold. Also I thought this would be an interestingish take on this prompt so y'know

Major Characters: Minty (Sprigatito, He/Him) and Robin (Fletchling, Paw/They/She/Cub)

Mentioned Characters: Pixel (He/They/Xe, Looks like however you imagine I look like), Le Truffles (Lechonk, He/Him), Yarnball (Tarountula, He/Him), Diantha (Ralts, She/Meow), and Noodle (Shroodle, She/Her)

Also posted on Ao3!

Minty has never really fought up until recently, but even he knows how good of a trainer Pixel is. Like, unusually good. Scarily good. He had talked to his other teammates, those being Le Truffles (a Lechonk with an admittedly stupid name), Yarnball (a rather shy Tarountula), Robin (a bold and active Fletchling), Diantha (a Ralts no real personality to speak of), and Noodle (a Shroodle with a strong will yet humble tendencies), and none of them other than Robin had really seemed to pick up on it.

Minty wasn’t expecting to be much help during a bug-type gym battle, but when Pixel sent him out against a Teddiursa, he figures he can take this opponent.

And then Katy holds up her Tera Orb.

In a dazzle of light, one that the grass cat has to close his eyes to not be completely blinded by, the Teddiursa is sparkling like a diamond with a crystal crown on her head. All signs indicate towards her now being a bug type.

Fuck.

“Feast your eyes on my shining bug decoration!” Katy exclaims, throwing out her arms. “Though this one is not so sweet!”

The Teddiursa seems to know what that means, and for one moment Minty concludes it must be a rehearsed order disguised in theatrics, but he barely gets to think as she darts forwards and slashes at him.

Minty gasps, being thrown out of the battle zone and hitting the roped fence. He groans, trying to stand up, before collapsing in on himself. He’s dizzy, his chest hurts from where the Teddiursa had cut him, and before he loses consciousness, he has one thought.

Am I dying?

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Minty wakes up after an unknown (to him, at least) amount of time. He’s back in Pixel’s dorm room, with Robin laying next to him. Truffles, Noodle, Diantha, and Yarnball are all in various places around the room, though only Yarnball, Robin, and Minty himself are awake. Yarnball looks up and waves, before going back to... weaving something? Hm.

Robin yawns like she just woke up, blinking at Minty. “Hey, how are ya feelin’?”

“...I thought I died,” He mumbles. It still feels a little surreal, being alive and awake and aware of what’s happening when he feels like he should be dead. “How am I still here?”

“That was your first time fainting, eh?” The Fletchling says, nudging him playfully, though she frowns when he still looks admittedly fearful. “You’ll get used to it, kid.”

“Does getting used to it make it any easier?”

“...Not really.”

#ailesswhumptober2023 #whump #pokemon #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman caretaker #whump writing #pixel's whump

[klirk-hammurton]

Oh plz may I have a nsfw alphabet for Tommy Thayer~?

Tommy Thayer

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Tommy is an absolute snuggle bug. He's attentive to you and your every need. He's going to kiss every mark left on your body and massage anything on you that hurts. He's going to make you feel wanted and validated after any rough romping around.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Tommy loves his hands and thighs, especially when you're riding them like there's no tomorrow. Tommy is an ass, tits and legs kind of guy. He can't keep his hands to himself around you. He especially can't keep them off of your ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Some of his favorite places to unload are on your chest, and your face if he isn't getting off in you, whether it be in your mouth or pussy. There's just something he enjoys about watching you swallowing down that hot seed of his.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He's an exhibitionist and also has some voyeuristic tendencies. Let's just say you're definitely a member of the mile high club thanks to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) It's safe to say that if sex were a language, he's very fluid in it. You know what they say about the motion of the ocean 😏. Those hips of his don't lie. He'll have you practically screaming and begging for more. It's hard to say what's better, his dick game, oral skills, or his skills at finger fucking you. Regardless, he always leaves you in a heaping, trembling, incoherent mess.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Tommy absolutely loves traditional cowgirl with you on top. In this position he can grope your ass, play with your tits or clit, and really rail your g-spot. The more you claw at his shoulders and chest, the more wild he's going to become. Don't be surprised if you're thrown around while switching positions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) I wouldn't say he's Goofy, but if you catch him at the right time he's going to do some serious shit talking. If he's not shit talking about how hard he's gonna fuck you, he's focused in the moment and serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Tommy manscapes on the regular and has minimal hair down under. He usually keeps it clean and tidy for you, but on the rare occasion that he doesn't, the carpet is matching the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Tommy is a hopeless romantic, and cheesy about it too. I'm talking like Hallmark level hopeless romantic. Fancy dinners, moonlit walks on the beach, candlelit bedroom, soft music, wine/champaign of your choice.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He can be a bit messy when it comes to pleasuring himself. You can bet when he's gone away for weeks and months on end, there's going to be sleepless nights with steamy phone sex and video chats.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionist

Voyeurism

Overstimulation

Size Kink

Rope Rigger

Bondage

Choking

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Dressing room, bedroom, kitchen. Almost any place is game on when mood hits.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Tommy has quite a few hot erogenous zones. Rub his chest when you're sitting on his lap; grind yourself on his thighs. Bite and kiss him on the neck and collarbone, nibble on his lower lip, tug at the hair on the nape of his neck. Do any of those things and you're bound to get fucked into oblivion

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Nothing to do with urine or scat. It's a hard no. He's not much into knife play either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Tommy will give you oral, but he would much rather recieve. He'll tug on your hair to set a pace. It drives him wild when you're gagging on his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Tommy can be pretty rough and fast when he's pounding you senseless, but he can take it slow with you too when the mood is right.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Tommy isn't opposed to quickies, but they don't always get him off completely like he would like to. Certainly there's going to be some along way before he goes on tour, if you're both headed out to a fancy dinner or charity event. He's a horn dog and an opportunist.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Tommy isn't opposed to the idea of trying new things. Communication goes a long way, and he likes to keep things interesting.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He isn't a horn dog for nothing. He can last two to three hours at a time. He's got some stamina built up and can fill you with multiple orgasms at a time. He's gonna keep going until he's got nothing left in the tank.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He loves being able to use toys on you and watching you squirm. He especially loves using vibrators made specifically for clit stimulation on you. The more you squirm and try to get away, the more punishment you're gonna undergo.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He loves driving you up the walls with teasing you. Subtle gropes of your ass, grinding his jean clad cock against you, subtly tugging your hair while growling how badly he wants to fuck you into your ear.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Tommy isn't loud, but he's definitely vocal. Whether it's him moaning, or him showering you in praises while he's railing you, he's going to make it known to you that he's having a good time

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Tommy is low key into degradation. He loves being able to call you his dirty little slut, and how he enjoys being able to fuck you like a dirty whore. Granted, the aftercare is going to be full of praise and affirmations about how much he loves you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Tommy is above average size, but don't let that get you down. He knows how to work with what he's got. The way he'd roll his hips on yours will have you begging for more. And if his dick game can't get you off, he'll definitely get you off with oral or with those dexterous fingers of his.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Tommy has a high sex drive and can go multiple rounds. He's known for lasting for long periods of time in bed.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Tommy likes to stay up and cuddle with you while you lay on his chest. You bring him lots of comfort and he loves to live in the moment and savor the down time with you.

Pics for tax

#kiss #kiss band #kiss the band #kiss army #kissblr #tommy thayer #the spaceman

[nicknelsonhugs]

I ❤️ Nick Nelson

This is an excerpt from my latest Heartstopper fanfic! You can read the rest on A03 here.

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There are moments when Charlie regrets rejoining the rugby team. Like right now - they’ve only just started the first half and he’s already soaked to the bone from the pouring rain. They’re playing another speciality sports school, which means the other team’s players are literally double his size. Every time he gets the ball his job is to run like hell. His main goal should be getting the ball past the end zone, but in reality he's trying to avoid getting tackled and squashed like a bug.

Of course, there are also moments when Charlie enjoys being back on the team. Like when Charlie scores a touchdown, which earns him a cheer from his teammates and one of Nick’s speciality hugs, Nick scooping him up in his arms, twirling them in a circle.

Yelling from the field snaps Charlie’s attention back to reality, just in time to notice the ball is being thrown his way. He barely catches it, the ball slipping out of his hands from how slick it is with water.

Turning, Charlie runs. He dodges a few tackles, gaining confidence and speed as he closes in on the end zone.

Just as he’s about to cross the end zone a Flanker appears out of nowhere, coming from Charlie’s right. His opponent ducks his head, the top of it colliding with Charlie’s stomach as he wraps his arms around Charlie’s waist. The force throws Charlie off course, his feet getting tangled underneath him.

A bright flash of pain screams through Charlie’s body before he crashes to the ground, landing directly on his back, the force of it pushing all of the air out of his lungs. His head bounces off the wet ground, stars blurring his vision.

Rain falls on his face, pooling in his eyes. Blinking away the water, he opens his eyes to find dark forms floating above him. They’re speaking but their words are muffled, as if they’re under water. Slowly his vision and hearing clear, allowing him to see Sai, Christian, and Otis bending over him.

“Charlie?” Sai yells, “Are you ok, mate?”

Opening his mouth to respond Charlie realizes there’s no air in his lungs to give voice to his words. Instead his mouth opens and closes, making him look like a gaping fish.

“Oi, mate? You alright?” Otis asks.

“Charlie!” Nick appears, pushing his way through the layers of people gathered around him. “Charlie!” Nick’s down by his side in an instant, kneeling down in the mud. His hands perform a nervous dance over Charlie’s body, wanting to comfort him but at the same time trying to avoid making any of his injuries worse. “Are you hurt!? Are you okay!?”

Charlie can only gap, still unable to fill his lungs with air.

When Charlie doesn’t say anything, Sai jumps in, “I think he’s gotten the wind knocked out of him.”

“Oh,” Understanding, Nick bends over Charlie, their eyes locking. “Charlie? You’re going to be okay, alright? We just need to get you up into a sitting position ,” Nick grunts, sliding one arm under Charlie’s shoulders, lifting him up.

Cradling Charlie in his arm, he takes hold of one of Charlie’s hands as he bends down to whisper, “I know it hurts and it feels like you can’t breathe, but you just need to take it slowly. Okay?”

Charlie nods, tears pooling in his eyes. Nick’s right. It does hurt. His chest aches and there’s pain radiating from his ankle. But what’s scaring him the most is the fact he can’t get his lungs to work.

“Slowly, Charlie,” Nick says, clearly seeing the pain and fear in Charlie’s eyes. “Take a deep breath-”

Charlie takes a deep breath.

“Filling your lungs,” Nick continues to coach.

Charlie keeps sucking in air until it feels like his lungs are on fire.

“And out, slowly.”

Charlie exhales, his lungs cramping.

“Slowly,” Nick reminds him.

They go through this a few times until Charlie can breathe without his lungs seizing.

Charlie huffs, giving Nick a small smile. “Hi.”

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