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notmanagingmymischief · 10 months

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𝒩.𝐵. || 𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑜.

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word count: 1,964

warnings: death/dying, mentions of incestual tendencies on Norman’s part, survivor’s guilt, ambiguous ending?

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I had been in love with Norma Bates for as long as I could remember. From the moment I laid eyes on her, probably. It took almost two long years for me to finally confess to her, and three for us to completely and totally settle down with each other. It was on what was supposed to be a calm, easy day—one where neither of us had work to do, and we could just exist with each other—where something finally went wrong.

Well, that isnt entirely true; the past couple of days we’d been having this weird tension between each other. Norma had been busy with the Motel, Norman was being a pain in my ass, and my estranged family had decided to reach out again after years. All of the stress culminated today, though. When we had nothing to distract ourselves with, and somehow it ended up in an argument. One of our worst we’d ever had, in fact. I mentioned something about my parents getting on my ass, which led to the conversation of Norman. This was already a rather sensitive topic for everyone, and I’d been too stressed to filter myself. A stray comment I made had Norma all up in arms, and so here we are; in a screaming match in our shared bedroom.

“You can’t say that! I know you don’t get along, but Norman is my son, whether you like it or not!” Norma exclaims, throwing her hands up exasperatedly. I scoff and cross my arms. “Yeah, thats the problem, Norma. He’s your son.” I give her a Look, “He acts like he’s your boyfriend. Have you seriously never even been slightly freaked out by that?” I make perfectly valid points; Norman has always been weirdly attached to his mother, in a very creepy way. But Norma was unwilling to acknowledge that. We bicker back and forth some more, poisonous words thrown back and forth between us. “At least he didn’t abandon me!”

That. That was the final straw right there. Norma knew exactly how to get to me. I confided with her about my family issues and there she was, using them against me. I reel back with a hiss. “You—what?” I spit, glaring at her. But Norma doesn’t even take it back; I sense we’re both too upset to really consider each other's feelings. I shake my head. “No, thats too much. I can’t—you know that isnt what I did!” Norma mirrors my action, shaking her head and giving me an exhausted look. “Isn’t it?” she asks, and I have to clench my fists to stop from hitting something. We stare each other down for a moment, neither of us willing to speak. And then she does.

“That’s it. I’m done. We, this,” she gestures vaguely between the two of us, “is done.”

It hits me like a bag of bricks. I’m not stupid, or dense. “Are you breaking up with me right now, Norma..?” I ask, tears stinging in my eyes. “I didn’t want to say it but yes, I think that’s what has to happen. I just—I’m done.” I keep staring at her in shock, trembling violently. I can’t speak, can barely even breathe, and Norma wont even look at me. Finally, I choke back a little sob, and with a cracked little voice, I go “Fine. Fine, then. G-Goodbye, Norma Bates,” before turning on my heel and doing my best not to run from our room, from our house, from our life. It doesnt take me more than twenty minutes to grab some essentials, only what I’ll need for a couple days before I can come pick my stuff up, and throw it and myself into my car. Not once does Norma show her face, and I’m almost grateful for it. I only spare one glance up at that old house on the hill before pulling out of the lot and onto the freeway. I don’t know where I’ll go, I don’t know what I’ll do—I just need to get away.

I drive down the highway, vision dangerously blurry from tears, for what could be minutes or hours. I have the radio up as loud as it’ll go, I’m clenching my fists around the steering wheel to the point of my knuckles aching. But nothing matters, because everything just hurts. Everything hurts so much.

It hurts so much that I don’t notice myself shaking so badly my driving has become erratic. It hurts so much that I don’t see myself accidentally veer to the left with a particularly body-wracking sob. But it doesnt hurt enough to stop me from seeing the headlights blinding me. And all I have time to do is let out a choked gasp and shrill shriek before—darkness.

Norma had been a wreck. Since she watched you from what used to be your bedroom’s window, watched you drive away and not look back, since she realized what she had done. She fell onto your—no, her bed—and put her head in her hands. She didnt cry, she couldn’t. But she did just sit there in silence, running through everything that had happened in the past hour in her head. When she did finally get up, her stare vacant and eyes dull, she went about the rest of her day without any of her usual fervor. Dinner with Norman was filled only by him, telling her about whatever taxidermy he’d done that day. And when she went to bed, Norma finally let herself cry. When she went to bed without you, and realized how cold her bed was. When she realized that the sheets hung too loosely over her shoulders because your body wasn't behind her to elevate them with your own. She didn’t sleep that night.

The next morning, Norma Bates is roused from her exhausted silence by her phone ringing. Not by her alarm, it was much too early for that. No, this was a call. With a sleepy groan, the blonde turns to grapple for it, answering the thing without reading the caller ID with an unimpressed “What?”

“Is this….Norma Bates?”

Norma didnt recognize the voice on the other end. “Uh…yes, this is she. Why..?” she mumbled, rolling onto her back. “This is Pine Bay Medical Center. We have Y/N L/N here with us…you were her emergency contact.” This immediately snaps Norma’s exhaustion out of her and she sits up in bed quickly. “What? You—what happened? Y/n? Is she alright?” “Ma’am, please breathe. Are you sitting down?” Norma’s breathing is already rapidly increasing, and she nods before realizing they cant see her and quietly choking out a “Ye-Yes, I am.”

“Mrs Bates, I regret to inform you that Miss L/N passed away this morning at…15:23 PM.”

The world goes silent. It falls out from under Norma and leaves her reeling; she nearly drops her phone from her hands as she just…stares. Stares at her wall in silence. The woman on the end of the line must be speaking to her, but all Norma can hear is a persistent buzzing behind the ringing in her ears as those words bounce around her head. After too long, the woman finally croaks out “Can I see her?” The moment she’s given the okay, she hangs up and snaps into action. She throws on the closet dress she can find, and doesnt even bother checking on Norman as she practically throws herself out the door and down the stairs.

Norma makes it to the hospital in record time, thankfully not stumbling across Alex to give her a speeding ticket, and the car is barely in park before she’s out the door and sprinting into the ER. Her voice shakes something fierce as she begs the receptionist to let her see you; as though begging them to bring you back. It takes too long for them to understand her but when they do, they give her a knowing look. “She’s..already at the mortuary, second floor.” Norma doesn’t bother thanking them before she’s gone, up the stairs and frantically searching for the room.

It doesn’t really sink in, she thinks, until she gets through to the workers and is finally led to the wall. When the small door is opened and a metal slab is slowly pulled out. And when she stares down at you. Down at her girl; peaceful but cold to the touch. It doesn't sink in that you’re gone until she rests a trembling hand on your cheek and can’t feel the warmth of your skin, when you don’t automatically lean into her touch. It isn’t until that moment that the world, reality, finally comes crashing back in and down onto her shoulders. The reality where you’re….not here.

Without being able to stop it, a shrill sob falls from Norma’s lips, and just like that she collapses against the wall. The mortuarists don’t intervene—they’ve seen this happen too many times—and let her grieve. They let her sob and plead and press her fingers to every cut and scratch on your pallid complexion, until she’s finally guided slowly and carefully from the room, still crying and repeating your name desperately. She’s sent into an empty room to be by herself, but she can’t even make it to the chair before she’s on her knees on the ground, sobbing all over again. Face in her hands, nearly screaming with the agony filling her entire body and soul. Gone, gone, gone, gone. You’re gone. Nothing Norma can say or do can take back what happened, and now you’re gone.

You’ll never wake her up with breakfast in bed again. You’ll never laugh at her stupid jokes. You’ll never hug her from behind and press your face into her hair as you grumble about the workweek’s stress. She’ll never kiss you again. She’ll never stay awake talking until past midnight about anything and everything again. She’ll never even…see you again.

Norma doesnt know how long she stays like that; eventually someone must have shown up because now she’s sitting in an uncomfortable chair and being asked too many questions, being talked at too much, and everything’s too loud. And Norman is there. He appeared a few hours back, but didn’t dare try to speak to his mother. She was too deep in her grief to even recognize his presence yet, and when she answers questions they’re brief and mumbled. The clearest thing that passes by her hearing is a doctor saying “Your wife was very strong in the OR. She fought hard, and it’s a real shame she didn’t make it.”

Her wife? When had she been put into the role of your wife? It was only once she was given your phone that she realized her contact was titled “wifey <333”, her name only written in the subtext inside the contact info. This brought on a new wave of tears. More unidentified time passes, until Norma is finally left alone with Norman in silence.

“I’m done.”

Norman looks up at his mother with a confused look. “What did you say, mother?” She slowly raises her head from her hands; “‘I’m done.’ That’s the last thing I said to her,” she breathes, eyes glistening with more tears that prepare to join the ones already streaming down her cheeks. “The last thing she thought she knew was that I hated her,” Norma chokes, sobbing again and letting her head fall back into the wall. She doesn’t even register the dull sting, too consumed by guilt and shame and grief.

What flowers will they have at your funeral? Did you ever write a will? Who would they tell? Would she let your family know?

But worst of all—how would she live with herself knowing that this was all her fault?

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munchkinfox-the-deviant-fox · 11 months

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Thoughts on the Bros' Sexual Behaviors

I have been having some thoughts and I figured why not share them with the class! Also, please give me your thoughts as well! I like hearing from other people!

Ahoy, 18+ NSFW ahead.

Also, Jesus Christ, this got much longer than intended.

First off, I'm not going to get into their true demonic forms. I'm just going to focus talking about their mostly human forms, otherwise this post is going to be even longer and I might cry.

Secondly, I subscribe to the idea that demons go through heats/ruts. The frequency varies from each demon type/sub-type, but it can range from yearly to every 100 years or so (with their long lifespans, can you imagine having a heat/rut ever few months?!).

Third, I partake in the thought that the brothers do have sexual relations between each other. Not all of them, but it works for some of them. I don't think angels and demons have the same concern as humans do when it comes to "family" considering angels are created by God and there are a few different ways which demons can be made. Though, non of their relationships are romantic. Sexual and intimate, but not romantic.

So in case that wasn't clear enough... Content Warning: demoncest.

Lucifer

So my thoughts on Lucifer have changed quite a lot and I've kinda settled on the thought that he is definitely a Switch.

[In my world/story] Lucifer and Diavolo have an intimate, sexual, non-romantic (not yet at least huehehehe) relationship. There is a level of trust and respect there that Lucifer has not experienced since Michael, but look at how that relationship frayed and fell apart. It's because of that trust and respect that he can let go of his need for control, need to be perfect and fulfill that image of the Avatar of Pride, and instead just... be.

When Lucifer steps in a dominant role, control is absolutely necessary. Brats will not be tolerated. Knowing and witnessing his partner do as he says is both comforting and arousing, no matter what he puts his partner through.

Kinks & Fetishes:

+Sadism +Control +Orgasm Denial (giving) +Behavior Modification/Obedience Training (giving) +Crops & Whips +Sensory Deprivation (giving & receiving) +Slave/Master dynamic (specifically Lucifer as the Dom/Master) +Covert Bondage

Lucifer's flavor of sadism focuses on pain, as punishment and reward. Of directing his partner, to the point where his partner changes their behavior for him. That's where the behavior mod/obedience comes into play and it extends to his life outside the bedroom. Having absolute control of his partner and their lifestyle brings him the utmost pleasure.

Mammon

Mammon's and Lucifer's relationship is so interesting and my thoughts continue developing in my head about these two. Lucifer's punishments for his brother cater to each individual, but Mammon's punishment is unique. Like, who physically ties up their sibling and strings them up as a punishment for being a pain in the ass?

Mammon, one hundo percento, is a Sub. He really enjoys taking care of his partner on one end and fulfilling their needs, and on the other end being denied and humiliated.

Mammon, being the caregiver he is, recognizes the stress Lucifer deals with and that he adds to that at times. Lucifer would never share the burden of his responsibilities, so Mammon gives Lucifer an outlet when things start to bubble over. Their relationship doesn't always take on a sexual tone; more so Lucifer's release comes from giving punishment, and it just so turns out, it's not the worst thing in the world for Mammon.

Mammon has also, over the millennia, gotten himself a number of piercings (gold, of course). We're talking nipple piercings and a slew of dick piercings: Reverse Prince Albert, Ampallang, Dydoe, Frenum, a Deep Shaft piercing, and 3 Frenum ladder piercings along the underside (technically making it a Jacob's Ladder)

Kinks:

+Masochism +Humiliation/Degradation (receiving)+Bondage/Ropeplay +Nipple Play +Service +Edging & Orgasm Denial +Praise

Mammon's humiliation/degradation kink is also intricately tied to his praise kink. Unlike Levi's who thrives on being degraded verbally, Mammon's degradation is specifically tied to the physical aspect: being played with or put in embarrassing positions. I'll emphasize, verbal degradation is the biggest of no-nos. Instead tease this man about how much he's actually enjoying himself and praise him!

He loves to be made into a panting mess. Restrain him (he is such a rope bunny), tease him, work him up and then tell him he can't come until after you do, and your spirit will be exorcised from your body. It helps that Mammon also actively wants to take care of you first.

Leviathan

I have a hard time fleshing out thoughts of Leviathan due to having a more difficult time connecting with him than most of the other brothers (an issue I also have with Asmo), but I still have some thoughts. Personally, I headcanon Levi as being asexual. He's not sex repulsed (he is, I believe, a sex-positive asexual or even a Grey Ace), but he does have some anxiety around sex when it comes to other people. For him sex (masturbation) is an experience that's akin to him playing video games. When he's in an isolationist/depressive mood or when he's frustrated sex/masturbation is a feel-good stress relief. If he develops a relationship with someone that has enough trust and interest build up, well, having a Player 2 for that kind of game opens up a whole new level.

I am a big believer in double dick Levi. I actually headcanon that he has a human standard external penis and that his second one is actually internal and comes out when he's stimulated.

Levi doesn't so much care for power dynamics, more so, he needs a partner that is patient and can work through the anxieties he has. He will need praise and encouragement because every movement he makes he'll feel like he's doing something wrong. Hence, at least at the start of the relationship, Levi will need your guidance and you to take the lead.

But then again, that boy do love to be degraded.

Also: bioluminescent cum.

Kinks:

+Humiliation/Degradation (receiving)+Costumes/Dressing up +Role Play

Something that will help ease Leviathan into his own skin (ha, snake pun) is role playing. Together, talk about what kinda of scene you two want to set up, decide on roles, and watch this man flourish.

Satan

Satan is a dom.

Satan hasn't had many encounters or experiences due to some... unfortunate past situations. So to even broach this topic, Satan has to have an immense amount of trust built with you. He is so careful the first time you two are intimate, especially being human. He's also always eager to try new things, wanting new and different experiences.

Kinks:

+Brat Handler +Exhibitionism +Pet Play +Primal +Take Down and Capture +Chains

I could see Satan trying out interrogation play, taking on the role of the detective interrogating the criminal, though he might or might not enjoy the "torture" aspect of the scene.

Satan will thrive if his partner is a brat. He enjoys the challenge of trying to tame them and if his partner submits too easily, it is likely to kill the thrill.

The pet play ties in with chains and cages. He loves watching his pet whine and beg for him whether chained to the wall or kept restricted in their cage. Collars and leashes, and cute little plugs that have an enchantment on them that allows them to move the tail attached as if it were their own. And of course he has to show off how good his cute little pet is, how well they whine and beg for him, how well they take his cock. Look it how jealous they (Lucifer, because he has to flaunt his obedient pet to him) are of him being able to play with his precious pet.

Once Satan becomes comfortable with knowing he won't hurt his partner, then he will be able to fully lose himself in his partner. To fall mindlessly into his baser instincts and just fuck and breed and enjoy. If you feel comfortable with it, Satan would love to let you lose in the woods surrounding the house, him having to hunt you down before he can have you.

Asmodeus

As I mentioned, I struggle with Asmo and fleshing him out as a more in-depth character, but even still I have some thoughts.

Asmo I think always takes a dominant role with sex, though he can jump between top and bottom on a whim. His preferences are flighty in the moment and so he can't rely on his partner to always keep on top of his moment-to-moment needs. Which isn't a bad thing: Asmo knows what he wants and he enjoys taking it. Though, Asmo and consent are a whole ass other topic I won't get into in this post.

A lot of fans of Asmo really downplay or just completely forgo Asmo's notoriety for being a narcissist, and again, that is totally fine! But speaking for myself as someone who really enjoys working and playing with the moral and ethical differences between human and demon society and the WHOLE slew of shit that comes with, I salivate at the opportunity that comes with exploring Asmo's narcissism. The depth and potential for character growth!!!

Kinks:

+Bimbofication (to partner)+Cuckolding (enjoys basking in the display that someone else's partner prefers him)+Exhibition & Voyeurism (anything that includes people watching and adoring him) +Needle Play +Objectification +Praise

Asmo really loves pushing the boundaries of his partner(s) and definitely has a bimbofication kink. He derives so much satisfaction and pleasure seeing how he has brought so much pleasure to his partner(s) that they are pretty much nonfunctional and can't rub 2 brain cells together.

Asmo thoroughly enjoys cuckolding (consensual or not). Having someone watch as he pleasures their partner better than they ever could, that their partner wants him more than them... It pretty much comes to there extent where Asmo can be considered a Zelophile: someone who takes sexual gratification and arousal due to jealousy; specifically for Asmo, someone’s jealousy over him.

I played with the idea of Asmo and needle play

Asmo enjoys the fact that others will allow him to use them however he wishes, including using them as objects or furniture. The needle play actually fits into this. Part of the needle play comes from his demonic scorpion form, the visual sink of the skin dipping from the needle just does something to him and he can't really explain it, but there's also an artistic/beauty element for Asmo. Depending on whether he wants to inflict pain or not, Asmo will use acupuncture needles.

Beelzebub

I see a lot of people headcanon Beel as not having much sexual desire and while I TOTALLY respect that, I whole heartedly disagree. I honestly think he's second only to Asmo in terms of libido. Granted, in human terms libido is affected by a lot of things, most which I kinda feel mirror demon biology. One of these things is exercise, and the amount this man works out and keeps athletic is ridiculous! Exercising and athleticism boost testosterone, which has been shown to have a direct correlation with a higher desire for sex.

So this man be hungry and in more ways than one.

He doesn't really play in the dom/sub power dynamic wheelhouse. For Beel, sex is more of a sensory experience, a means to fulfill his body's needs, and the bigger the mess made, the better the experience for him. I think the need for mess stems from his demonic traits.

Hygrophilia and Sloshing differ in that, sloshing deals with non-bodily fluids compared to Hygrophilia and bodily fluids. "Mess fetishists enjoy the mess created by sexual fluids, both male and female fluid. They may use the fluids as lubes, to drink, to “paint” on their partner’s body, or passing it back and forth orally (snowballing)."

Piss and scat don't bother Beel and don't take away from the experience, but he doesn't absolutely need them. He recognizes most people (humans & demons) don't typically enjoy interacting with that, but if his partner wants to incorporate it, then they can. For Beel, cum is his biggest bodily fluid that he enjoys covering him and his partner in, pretty much tying with blood and gore. Though, again, his human might not enjoy being covered in viscera.

When it comes to Sloshing, it's always and only food items.

However, for Beel, sex is an intimate act so he absolutely does not take part in dalliances. So if he needs a partner, he most often turns to Belphegor, and if not his twin then Asmo.

Kinks:

+Creampie +Mess fetish/Hygrophilia +Wet & Messy/Sloshing +Size +Inflation

Both Beel and Belph have knots.

Belphegor

Belphegor has the lowest of the sexual drives of the brothers (thanks depression!) due in part to being the Avatar of Sloth. I cannot put into words how much I love @thalfox's breakdown of the sin of Sloth [link to her post here]. It really helped me to have a better image and understanding of Belphegor.

But that doesn't mean he is never DTF, it just takes some work to get him in the mood. Belphegor is a Switch and teasing this man will either have the effect of activating Brat Mode and he will resist and crawl out of your reach, or it will activate Sadist Mode, and he will, again, resist and keep out of your reach. You will not be getting what you want if he has any say in the matter.

Belphie will always enjoy not having to do work, but sometimes he enjoys forcing his will on his partner and making them cry and suffer, making them a babbling mess hungry for his touch and for his cock. To be clear though, unlike Asmo, as long as Belphegor cares for his partner, he will always respect consent.

Kinks:

+Sadism +Orgasm Denial (giving) +Breeding +Entrapment +Consensual Non-Consent

Belphie's sadism is both physical and emotional/mental sadism.

The breeding kink ties in with the entrapment: forcing his partner to be tied to him in a way they cannot escape from. Plus, he kind of likes the idea of a little squirt running around...

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sunflowersand-bees · 2 years

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rivals to lovers mall fruity four au?

Steve and Robin work at Scoops Ahoy (because we’re pretending the mall didn’t blow up). And they hate Hot Dog on a Stick. Like they would rather die than associate with the people who work there. (Keith worked there at one point.)

Then, one day, Nancy, fresh from being fired by the Hawkins Post, needs a job and gets hired at... you guessed it! Hot Dog on a Stick.

Steve is like, “Nancy. Why.” (They’re on good terms of course, amicable exes, came out to each other as bisexual. Jonathan and Nancy have also broken up, they just grew apart. Robin has had a crush on Nancy for a while, everyone but Nancy is well aware of it. Robin is not subtle.)

And Nancy’s like, “Not everyone who works here sucks. I usually have a shift with this one dude, he’s cool. I don’t know if he’s your type though.”

“My type?!” Steve splutters.

“Like, type of person to hang out with,” Nancy clarifies.

And Steve concedes this much. He doesn’t hang out with many people. In fact, if he thinks about it, nowadays he only hangs out with Robin, Nancy, occasionally Jonathan, and the brats (his 7 children, all of which are basically middle schoolers), and he tries to convince himself that he’s not pathetic for this, but fails.

Anyway.

One time Steve and Robin happen to have their shifts align with Nancy and this mysterious guy’s shift. Steve pulls the same shit that he did in S3 with the binoculars and the spying. He creeps around the corner of the food court, eyes fixed on Nancy, working the register, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mystery guy when-

“Creep.”

“FUCK!” Steve jumps, flipping around, hands instinctively raised to protect himself, but he loses balance and falls on his ass. Standing above him is a guy in a Hot Dog on a Stick uniform, bent over laughing at Steve.

Steve’s first instinct is to snap at this dude who scared him, but the guy straightens up and Steve instantly loses all sense of what he meant to say. He has long, curly, black hair, and big, warm eyes. Somehow, he managed to make the Hot Dog on a Stick uniform look good, which stunned Steve, who couldn’t even pull off the Scoops Ahoy uniform (all the girls he’d flirted with had proved this much).

Steve is absolutely speechless. Because this jerk is really Cute.

Cute Guy rolled his eyes, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “Dumbass.”

Whatever animosity that had been erased from Steve’s mind upon viewing Cute Guy instantly returned. “Asshole. What the hell was that about?”

“You interested in Wheeler? Maybe I could hook you up with a date,” Cute Guy offers, wiping a tear of mirth from his eyes.

“What? No, I’m not interested in Nancy,” Steve scoffed. “We’re exes.”

Cute Guy gave him a Look. “Is that supposed to make this creep situation better?”

“Fuck. I’m not trying to be a creep-”

“Then what are you doing here, Harrington?” Cute Guy asks, leaning down and getting in Steve’s face.

“You, uh, you know my name?” Steve said, panicking from proximity. He imagined he could smell Cute Guy’s shampoo, and then kicked himself. Why would he give a shit about Cute Guy’s shampoo?

“Of course I do. How could I not know the King of Hawkins High?”

“...Right.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to know who I am. Freaks like me usually fly under your radar. Unless you’re looking to teach us a lesson, hmm?”

“That- that’s not me anymore,” Steve disagreed, frowning heavily. Every word Cute Guy said made him more and more uneasy. “That was before, and I’ve changed.”

Cute Guy gave him another Look, this time accompanied with a raised eyebrow.

“I have!”

“Okay...” Cute Guy clucked doubtfully, leaning back up and starting to walk away.

“Wait!” Steve called, and then cursed himself. Why why why did he say anything? When would this torment end?

“Yeah?” Cute Guy crossed his arms now.

“You- Your name. It doesn’t seem fair that you get to know who I am, but I don’t get to know who you are,” Steve pointed out.

“Why do you care to know who I am?”

Good question.

Steve floundered for a minute, trying to bullshit an answer that didn’t sound gay as fuck.

Cute Guy sighed, cutting through Steve’s train of thought. “Poor, naive King Harrington. He thought he’d get everything served to him on a platter, didn’t he?”

“What?”

“If you want to learn my name, you’ll have to earn it,” Cute Guy said simply, shrugging, his tone light.

“Earn it? How-”

“Figure it out,” Cute Guy suggested, turning and walking back to Hot Dog on a Stick.

Steve watched Cute Guy and Nancy put their heads together and whisper for a moment, both shooting glances his way. Steve frowned, standing up and brushing off his ass. He returned to Scoops Ahoy and Robin, trying to hold onto the few scraps of dignity he had left. (Spoiler: he had no dignity.)

Robin had the board out. The ever-dreaded board.

“You. Suck.”

The “You suck” category had about twelve tallies, and Steve watched as Robin drew another one, slowly and deliberately, shaking her head like the judgy bitches who liked to visit with his mom on Saturday mornings.

“That wasn’t me flirting!”

“Sure it wasn’t.”

“It wasn’t!”

“I sure hope not. That was a train wreck.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Steve protested, face warm.

“Oh, Stevie,” Robin reached out and put her hand on top of his, giving him a condescending and pitying look. “It really, truly was.”

And Steve was dying inside.

#steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #basically a fanfic #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #writing #stranger things #steddie fanfic #ronance fanfic #riv rambles #my writing

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dear-mrs-otome · 2 years

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If Silvio knows that Rio is his brother, why does he hate him? Also, he seems to envy the bond that Emma and Rio have. What role does he play in Rio's route? Who tried to kill Rio? PS. I always thought that Rio and Silvio were the hottest in the game until I realized they were brothers😏

Hey Nonny! I've still got a long-ass post in my drafts addressing some of this, but I'll give you the cliff's notes (SPOILERS AHOY):

Why Silvio hates Rio is still not explicitly explained, but I have theories. What we do seem to get an idea of is that Silvio regards him as a coward/assumed he had run away from his responsibilities and duties as a prince. I personally think he envies Rio as well - Rio was always the charming, well-liked prince and rumored to be the king's favorite, despite having little interest in the actual running of a country and despite his 'niceness' being mostly an act - all while Silvio (albeit being a dick and doing himself no favors fdklsjl) works his ass off to do things of benefit to Benitoite and prove himself...and perhaps resents that he feels that isn't recognized.

The jealousy over Rio's bond with Emma I think stems from that same thing a bit perhaps. Also Silvio and Emidio were always pushed by their mother to take from Rio the things he likes, as children. Plus, frankly, I think he'd rather choke on his own tongue than own up to it but Silvio seems a pretty lonely dude under all the bluster. He has no friends and is not exactly a congenial person...and the women that have gotten close to him he implies are merely after his $$$. To see Emma be so loyal to a man she just picked up off the ground, literally penniless and a nobody, probably makes him absolutely seeth with envy and insecurity.

In Rio's route, we're set up to believe that the attempts on Rio's life and even Emma's are Silvio's doing - only for it to come to light that it is Emidio all along who is also trying to pin the blame on Silvio and ruin him politically. Only later do we realize that Silvio's efforts which seemed shady on the surface are all to either shield Rio and Emma from coming to Emidio's attention (by sending them away to the auction the day Emidio was set to arrive), to protect Emma when she's targeted by Emidio (when he 'kidnaps' her and takes her somewhere safe) or to try and flush his brother out and expose his crimes publicly before he causes a diplomatic crisis.

Also, if your brain is in the gutter I'll join you, Nonny. Get your sea and sky-eyed brothers here, IkePri (rather than IkeVamp) edition. ;)

#mrs o talks #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri silvio #spoiler #spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri spoilers

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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years

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ok u know i had to send an ask after u replied to my post !! id love to hear some headcanons for chubby steve and chubby eddie? (you can always add some chubby billy ones too, i know you love him 😉)

Oooh I've been waiting for this one 😜 @jaethecreator

Unlike Steve and Billy, Eddie doesn't get much physical activity. He spends most of his time in his trailer, eating junk food and jamming to Metallica (mood honestly). So he lacks the firmness of the other two. He's not particularly large in stature, and he has a thinner face. He's actually pretty happy being chubby, and he's not particularly shy. Compared to his boyfriends, he's "tiny". He may not wear revealing outfits (aside from in the bedroom- he's a sucker for leather is all I'm gonna say 😏) but he embraces any qualities that "set himself apart from people". Anything to annoy the conformists (which is his core belief and drive as a character). And if showing skin offends them, he'll do it out of spite. He knows he looks good, and that's enough for him (goals 😌🤌). He's delightfully doughy all over. His boyfriends are fucking tree trunks who have no problem picking him up, and the pounds he's packed on are simply a reminder of the numerous times the three Fuckateers gather on Steve's couch (Billy isn't convinced the stains on Eddie's mattress aren't piss) and munch on snacks. Happy memories are connected to his squishy stomach, and thighs. What's to be upset about?

Adding onto that, I think Eddie finds comfort in having some extra chub on him, because it's a state of contentment. For Billy, too.

Ever since Steve started working at Scoops Ahoy, he put on a few pounds. Since he's pretty tall, and has always been slim, the weight gain is a little more obvious. It usually goes to his ass, sides, and his stomach. It's heaven for Billy and Eddie, because with this new addition comes with a hairy belly. And as yall know I am an advocate for buff! Steve, so fuck, he's both. He's got this whole lumberjack look going on, and even his chest is wider. The bigger Steve gets, the more hair seems to grow. Steve doesn't necessarily notice getting chubby (because he's not someone who spends forever in front of a mirror when it's not hair related- I mean some of his outfits are ... questionable 😭). Plus theres no doubt its a combination of fat and muscle. He's definitely stronger now, and Billy likes to call him Hopper's long lost son... Whopper.

Billy has never been stick thin. As a child, he was pretty big, and he got bullied a lot- especially by Neil. When his mother was still present, she would reassure him that it was normal for kids to have baby fat. It never really went away. He works out religiously (look I know yall saw this dude drinking beer and smoking while lifting weights 😭) but fat still clings to his thighs, abdomen, face, legs, and ass- and he hates it. Unlike Steve and Eddie, his build is wide and broad. Billy boy is thick all over. Being around Eddie helps with his confidence a little, but he's a little shy. Plus his chipmunk cheeks make him look even younger (and he's the youngest of the three). Billy definitely has some internalized fatphobia due to bullies at school AND at home, so sometimes he lashes out at people who remind him of himself/how he sees himself. He's very hard on himself regardless of what it is anyway.

Eddie asks him point blank if he actually thinks fat is bad. Billy breaks down into tears, saying "On me it is!". Steve jumps in and asks Billy if he thinks Steve and Eddie look good. Billy nods fervently, and his boyfriends hug him, saying "If we look pretty, you look pretty, too. It's a three way street."

Also: Eddie and Steve have no problem with nicknames related to their builds in anyway, but their blonde bombshell isn't there yet, and that's okay. He'll get there. Until then, the brunettes will continue to love him enough when he isn't able to love himself.

Tagslist: (I figured yall would be interested + I wasn't sure if yall were tired of my chubby billy 🥺) (🎪🚶‍♂️)

@suspiciouslackofclowns

@thatawkwardlittlefangirl

@wixterirox

@whoringrove

@harringroveho

@polaris-ursae

@geormenia

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@youre-my-boshaw-baby

#thanks for your ask 💕💕💕💕#chubby billy has my heart #chubby eds #chubby steeb #tw insecurities #i always think #that if i would never say certain things to others...#why should i say them to myself #ya know?#red answers

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luke-o-lophus · 2 years

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Read your recent post where you talk of your itch to write;

Here you go, bestie, take your pick :D

Desi reader trying to tie a sari, gets tangled up and falls flat on her ass and gets teased by the boys.

Moon boys x sorcerer supreme reader

Moon boys x afab reader with a masc aesthetic ( very self-indulgent)

Fusion bar!!!!! Dancing to desi bangers. It's shocking for the system to see their grouchy partner, who is grumpy most of the time, lose their head when badtameez dil starts playing.

I'm sry if they are too many. It's just I'm not a writer, and these are scenarios I wish someone would pen down. Love your works btw:)))))

(hey hey thank you so much!! I went with the first one but changed it up a little, for something completely fluffy and romantic. Bollywood-grade romance ahoy!)

(Desi female reader is trying to wear a saree, much to the distress and confusion of everyone's favourite London bloke)

"Love, that looks dangerous", Steven sounds doubtful. You look up in a trice, brow cocked and an opened safety pin held between your lips. "What?", you mumbled around the pin, making Steven shudder. He was staring helplessly as you wrestled on a Saree. For his life, he couldn't wrap his head around how that long-ass strip of cloth was supposed to morph itself into a dress.

From the looks of it, you weren't too sure either. This was your third attempt at pleating the fabric and tucking at your waist, you kept undoing it after every attempt with frustrated sighs. Steven wishes he could help, but he was at a complete loss. He had sneaked a look at a youtube video, but he was at a loss at how easy they made it look. How were the pleats all uniform, and how were they not falling apart. Not to mention, he might have been a little distracted by your whines and wiggles while your top was clad only in a blouse.

You let out a truimphant noise and finally pin the pleats, earning a sigh of relief from Steven at finally removing the sharp pin away. "It'll be worth it", you tell him, as you gather the remaining fabric to wrap around your torso.

But either you're too short, or the saree is too long, or you aren't too great at draping one. In an attempt to gather up the fabric splayed on the ground, you turn and twist yourself excitedly...the finishing line in sight. Unsurprisingly, your toe catches the edge of the fabric right as you pull it, quite literally pulling the rug from underneath yourself. You let out an embarrasing squeak as you slip, but two arms wrap around your torso before you can fall.

You're looking up at his big brown eyes then, wide and dancing in amusement, lips pursed in barely held laughter. "Hi", he whispers, tightening his hold around your waist and shoulders as you looked up at him mesmerised. "This is very bollywood", you whisper breathlessly making him chuckle. He doesn't let go, but lets you get your footing while you still lean against him. When he's sure you're not going to fall, his arm around your waist loosens to trace up along your hand, gathering the upper edge of the saree's loose end and dragging it up slowly to your shoulder. You're too entranced to break eye contact, his touch on your shoulders electric even as he's doing the opposite of undressing you. Your hand reaches up to hold the fabric in place, and meets his fingers there. As you straighten yourself, he wraps the extra fabric gently around your back, pulling you closer by it. "You're right, darling", he whispers, leaning in, his lips just shy of yours. "This is bloody worth it."

#luke #steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven grant x you #steven grant x desi reader #desi reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader

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dawnsrose · 1 year

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ahoy friends ! in the spirit of a new year , i have decided to craft a little list of things that i have in the inner workings of my brain atm in regards to my characters for the year of 2023 :3 this isn't all bc you know ideas just pop up as time goes by but yeah , some stuff that's coming ! i've been planning to write this for a while now , many thanks to our wonderful jeanbean for the wonderful idea :3 let's a go !

AURORA ;

ylissian family tree + royalty / nobility big ass post thing bc i love worldbuilding mwah

kinda really want to dive a little more into her psyche and how philip's curse is changing her

which leads me to: queen aurora is rising my dudes bomb has been implanted

did someone say demifairy aurora ???

VICTORIA ;

WITCH!VICTORIA RISES \o/\o/\o/

everglot family tree bc again i love worldbuilding tHE LORE !!

i really want her to slowly begin to realize that her parents were borderline ab*sive and just terrible to her . she's at a very strange spot right now in her relationship with them and i wanna touch on that more

ROXAS ;

coming to terms with his sexuality ( hi he's demisexual ♡ )

kinda want him to interact with more villains, maybe even befriend one of them

tldr we're gonna tap into roxas' neutrality a little more he's neither black nor white he's grey

actually want him to have a pet

ANGELA ;

really wanna write some flashbacks for her ngl

possibly cutting ties with the junkyard dogs for good

i really want her to find something she's passionate about , so it can be a career thing. also wanna dive into Why she hasn't made concrete plans for the future yet and such

ARIEL ;

masterlist of things in her new collection

deep dive on ariel's dynamic with her sisters ( tbh i really want to include her sisters more i feel like its important )

i also want to like figure out how she feels about the possibility of telling people she's a mermaid like if she would even do that or if she'll stay hush hush until confronted about stuff idk the train of thought is long we have no time

starting her vlogger / social media influencer arc ♡

#ooc tag.#here's a fun lil post no one asked for <3 but yes ! i just thought it would be fun to make :3 jeanbean's mind is full of great ideas

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jewishbarbies · 7 days

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Thank you for not dehumanizing those with npd. And also thank you for not wanting to diagnose someone on your own, too many people watch a few youtube videos and then act like they can realistically and beyond the shadow of a doubt, diagnose anyone they encounter. Armchair experts ahoy

people throw around “narcissist” way too much, especially nowadays with tiktokers pretending to be psychologists just because they had a bad breakup, now suddenly they dated a narcissist just because the guy was a dick. I just saw a Twitter user post this long ass nothing burger of a thread about their “experience” with someone who supposedly wrote a netflix show based on their own life experiences, and the entire thread the op was just throwing in digs based on their diagnosing of this person with bpd. like. the thread made no sense anyway, but they went OUT OF THEIR WAY to diagnose this person while including an alleged quote from their therapist who even said “I can’t diagnose them without seeing them”. the lengths people will go to. like I understand wanting to understand why something happened to you at the hands of another person. but unless that person gets diagnosed by a professional, there’s no point slinging labels around. all it does is broaden the deep misunderstanding of these mental illnesses and conditions people are struggling with. and if someone IS diagnosed with what you think they have, then they need to get help, not a public shaming and execution. just go no contact if that’s not something you can handle.

#Asks #anonymoose

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thatvixenisbloody · 1 year

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I posted 17,038 times in 2022

That's 7,822 more posts than 2021!

5 posts created (0%)

17,033 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dorkery

@fattyskeleton

@jklpopcorn

@birdybirp

@krazyfan1

I tagged 9,095 of my posts in 2022

Only 47% of my posts had no tags

#txt post - 5,385 posts

#dorkery - 1,229 posts

#fattyskeleton - 937 posts

#jklpopcorn - 403 posts

#krazyfan1 - 330 posts

#birdybirp - 304 posts

#everythingfox - 237 posts

#unpretty - 226 posts

#mihrsuri - 200 posts

#tiktoksthataregood-ish - 196 posts

Longest Tag: 39 characters

#cause this could apply to the hapsburgs

My Top Posts in 2022:

sideblog ahoy

So, after hitting the post limit a few times (serious tumblr 250 post per day???) I conclude I had to make a Sandman Sideblog so I can continue rebagling like the slutty reblogging whore that I am.

dreaming-of-the-endless.tumblr.com

here you go. if you're into sandman. so now back to your regularly scheduled nonsense of mine

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Ship dreamingstar

Researches show that shipping Dream x Lucifer can increase life expectancy by 2 years

Source: trust me

i uh

okay

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🦀 time for crab 🦀

today i summoned 4 crabs! look at them!

🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀

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people be like corinthian be banging all these dudes left and right and my ass is going: FUCK YOU CARL I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU FUCKED CORINTHIAN ON ROSE'S BED WTF I HOPE YOU PAID FOR THE DRY CLEANING.

IF YOU GOTTA BANG DON'T DO IT ON HER BED. OMG.

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My #1 post of 2022

Tuck Me In and Walk Among Dreams

You can tell the paper had been expensive, thick even. A twist of black ribbon tied to the hole punched on top of it. Words, bold and serif simply said: “Tuck Me In and Walk Among Dreams.” At the back was a drawing of the bookmark pointed at a book and a person tucking the book under their pillow. A small bubble indicated the person was now dreaming of the book.

Or you may have found a magic bookmark and found yourself facing the same thing over and over again.

AO3 LINK

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You were in an antique shop; the smell of the old and aged tastes sweet in your mouth.

Alas, you’re only window shopping. Money was tight, so you settled on gazing or tracing objects you knew you’d never trace again. Not unless you return with that sweet, sweet cash.

Yet, in the end it was not the old books, rusted furniture and things tied together by strings that caught your eye. In fact if you were a little more discerning you would have missed it all together.

In a box, tucked away and piled with old notes and letters long forgotten, you saw it.

It was a bookmark.

Interesting…but also…

It was unremarkable: you have seen better, prettier bookmarks – made of gems and gold and deft fingers to mark a pause in your book. Hell, even the words sounded corny but as you twisted and turned the thing, something screamed for you to buy it.

It was ridiculous. It was a bookmark.

But it cost only one dollar.

So you bought it. If the cashier judged you for such a pittance of a purchase they didn’t say a word. Despite it costing you nothing, they tucked the little bookmark into an envelope – for safe keeping, you supposed.

You placed the envelope into your bag and then like most impulse purchases, forgot completely about it.

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Your dreams did not.

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You dreamed of a being surrounded by light and glass and it’s cold. A man comes and demands.

“Give me youth, power, immortality.”

“I cannot. They are not mine to give. Let me go.” You said calmly, like a teacher educating a rather slow and dim child. He’d snarl and leave but you remain locked up. You’d cry, the tears felt hot on your cheeks, your breath steamed the glass so you did not notice.

You’d wake up just as the reflection cries back at you.

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Work was a tiring slog that ensures you have food and house above your head. You look forward to going home, to read or watch or listen to songs each day. You accepted this was now your reality, you had come to terms with it – to do otherwise was insanity.

“Have you read the Sandman comics?” your colleague asked. He was one of those men – cheery and childlike even as three decades approached him. You don’t mind it – in this day and age it seemed as if everyone had either retained that childlike wonders – you think it’s because all those adult milestones have become near impossible to achieve.

“Just a volume here and there,” you said, remembering the time you checked for online scans when the show was announced.

“Did you finish it?”

“Not really but since the show’s coming on…”

See the full post

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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damsonblog · 1 year

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I really would love to know more about "A Mote Is To Trouble" for the WiP Ask Game.

Ah. That one. Well... If you google that title the full quote reads "A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye". This fic is another multi-chapter epic with very, very, very large amounts of angst and hurt and not a lot of comfort.

The Tal Shiar have some unfinished business and they know exactly who they can target successfully to be the instrument of their vengeance: Geordi.

There are a couple of kick ass twists that I have up my sleeve and I am quite excited to start posting it. The first chapter is written and there are chunks of the next few done, but while the whole damn thing exists in my head, there are only really fragments actually written down.

I have sworn that I will get Brother in Lore sorted and have a bit of a breather before launching into another big wip. And I think Mote is going to be a really, really long work, so I kinda need to clear the decks before I start in on it in earnest. But the idea is really strong in my head, so it will definitely be appearing at some point. Angst-fest ahoy!

#Writing #ask

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pnrrish · 6 years

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7hir7een replied to your post “is there still time for a trc inception au or is that movie’s...”

please

OKAY SO inception but with a synthpop/hozier vibe

blue as the main/leonardo di caprio character

because let’s face it--just wants to see her family? haunted by her lover’s death? efficient at ruining the lives of straight white men? it makes too much sense

which makes gansey marion cotillard which is, for some inexplicable reason, hilarious

but also p sad

when they were together and she was still an architect she tried her best to keep him out of the dream thieving because...

well he deserved to stay innocent of it

she couldn’t bear the thought of how it would change the way he looked at her

and when he eventually did find out, it did change

“you marvelous creature,” he said, gazing in wonder at this beautiful woman who could create such dreams

adam as the pointman (joseph gordon-levitt) is so perfect it hurts me

ruthlessly efficient, detail oriented, unquestioningly and absolutely willing to cut any and all loose ends/eliminate threats

tbh it’s kinda weird to be working with someone he used to date???

but he’s gotten her out of several scrapes alive and she’s told that she’s only still kicking because he’s the best there is.

this isn’t the safest line of work after all

in this version the story starts out with blue and adam and some other third guy probably hired to infiltrate the dreams of a major player in the magical artifact black market and it’s not until he twists it around and hires them to sabotage his competitor that they realize oh shit, it’s colin greenmantle

which probably makes declan the cillian murphy character??? hghgfdjhgdfahgdfjgdfj

which makes things very awkward when ronan is introduced[1]

ronan by the way is an intuitive architect, an old friend of gansey’s who gets roped into this job only as a favor to blue

his dreams are unlike anything in the business

more dreamlike than is really safe, because after all isn’t the whole point to subdue the mark, to make them believe it’s reality? but ronan knows the dream exerts its own logic, feels this like he feels gravity

so he designs fantastical landscapes: sunlit temples filled with dust motes and stained glass, redwood forests with unreal colors, mountains that soar taller than the alps, skies filled with more stars than you can imagine

no wonder adam falls in love

[1. by the way, adam is pissed that blue would let slip such an egregious security risk (it’s their mark’s literal brother, what the fuck blue) but it turns out ronan and declan don’t exactly get along and ronan would rather chew off his own foot than let anything happen to blue so he chills]

he used to run with blue but quit the business after his father died, afraid of niall’s shade

henry is the chemist and noah is tom hardy and surprise! they’ve been dating this entire time!, these are immutable facts

the gray man is in there somewhere, maybe he’s played by ken watanabe

then the actual job happens and it all! goes! to! shit!

turns out being the heir of a secret magical artifact empire wasn’t just in name and declan is trained against dream thieving! he probably recognizes ronan’s handiwork too tbh

if you die in the game you die for real

blue is so haunted by gansey she almost stays in limbo for him[2]

at the end though they made it out alive, blue can go home to her family for the first time in years, adam and ronan go make out in the stacks, the secret magical artifact black market empires are mostly stabilized, and things are okay

[2. at the end it turns out gansey might still be alive? i don’t have the heart to keep him dead im a weenie and i want them to be happy together]

that’s what i have it’s a lot i’m sorry

#7hir7een #long post #LONG ASS POST AHOY #mine

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fiery-assassin-arc · 5 years

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𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐸𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓎: 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃

Triggering content under the cut: emotional abuse, physical abuse.

Remington Asher.

Age: 19 (MKX), 23 (death)

Hair: Curly and Black.

Eyes: Hazel (Outworlder), Red eyes (when angered).

Height: 6'4 approximately.

Weight: 145lbs.

Abilities: Shadow manipulation, Darkness manipulation and shadow generation.

Species: Outworld-demon hybrid.

He is cunning, charming and cold, lying his way into nobility. A Lord with his family consisting of his sister and mother. From the moment he drew breath, he knew what he was capable of. With a devilish smile. His father, a demon from the Netherrealm, “died” two years after his birth. He was raised by his mother, a Outworlder countess. Sweet and warm, she wanted him to be raised without succumbing to the influence of his father who whispered in his ear that he was destined to take what he wanted.

POWERS

As most Outworlders often have supernatural ability, his mother did not have any to pass over. His father, however, did. Powers to manipulate the darkness and shadows around others. As a child, he was able to blend in the darkness, appearing to scare his mother at times. It didn't scare him when he was able to hide in the shadows, he found absolute comfort in the fact. In a way, he believed he was closer to his father. His mother did say to him, “Your father always liked the darkness so much, so much that fire was something he despised.”

His powers over manipulating shadows occurred at the age of 14, when he had gotten into a fight with his little sister. They got into an argument. She insulted him for being born of a demon, while she is fully-blooded Outworlder, and Remington, angered by the fact, crafted a knife made out of pure shadow and stabbed her in the shoulder, darkness slipping inside her body. It made her ill and tired for days. When he kills others or senses a kill, he can feel their soul leave this realm and pass to the Netherrealm.

PERSONALITY + LIFE

,Remington's title was able to get him into the deeper part of royal politics to get close to the Kahn as part of the royal court,. So he was there for it all. Mileena's rise to the throne , and Kotal's coup to usurp the throne. He once aided Mileena, but then chose to be with the Osh-Tekk.

He has always been one for getting what he wanted, and that's not just because of his title. If it had anything to do with power, appearance, anything, he uses his charms and silver tongue to have things work in his favor. He has a need for control, to have things go his way. Clothes ironed where there is not a single wrinkle in the fabric, hair combed to the right to accent his face, everything to standard. If it is not up to his idea, he will ensure that it is perfected.

ROLE IN IRIS'S LIFE

While Remington was aware that he may not live forever, he knew that there some secrets from other realms. Such as Sorai when it was merged, known for inhabiting dragons. Hybrids together can make someone practically immortal. But Remington wanted to know the secrets to their longevity, not just for himself but for Kotal's soldiers during the rise of the civil war created by Mileena, the former Kahnum. So, upon finding out the young princess was looking for a betrothal, he sought out the opportunity, even if she was at the bottom of the royal food chain.

“She is, by far, the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. Fair skin decorated with freckles the color of cinnamon, wavy hair red as the flames I know she inherits. A voice as melodic as a symphony. And her eyes, so bright, it's if you are staring into hell itself. And her personality, too. It's too . . . wild. Innocent. Ah, she's perfect. Perhaps she's the one who knows.” - Remington seeing Iris for the first time

At first, Remington only “liked” Iris for the assumption she knows something about Soraian lifespan, putting up the act that he is genuinely interested, going through the typical stages of courting, flowers, compliments, taking her to events. But then he noticed things about her, her beauty, her attitude, the crown. The Crown. Sure, being a part of Kotal's Kourt is well fun and all, but nothing compared to having the secrets of a long forgotten race, have this kingdom of the last of the Soraians, dragons.

He realized that he could shape her to his image of the perfect bride. She's young, so her mind could be easily warped to fit his design. She'll agree to him, listen and love him. If she showed her defiance, responses would be anger lacing his tone, or fierce grabbing by the arms or face, leaving thumbprint-shaped bruises on her skin to get his point across, sometimes using his powers to amplify the pain. And during their courtship, to public eye their relationship looked like the perfect power couple, but alone with Iris, he scolded, mocked her. Chose her outfits, limited her interactions with friends, dismissed her choice of clothing and opinion, made her choose when to be quiet. Chipped the pieces away that made her the strong and confident type, into someone who had low views of herself.

As things were getting serious, with Iris losing parts of what made her who she was prior to meeting him, he planned how to have the kingdom all to himself. But first, he needed what he came here for: the secrets. Believing Iris was lying to him, he hired Kano to beat the information out of her when he finishes planning his attack on the palace. If, by some miracle, she'd survive, he'd make her his bride with her now conquered kingdom. Then her friend Mia stumbled on his meeting coming to an end with the assassins, and eliminated her from the picture to keep her quiet. Her death drove Iris closer to him, where he further continued to make her into his design. When the palace was attacked and she was supposedly 'dead,' Remington began to obsess over her, thinking of how a beautiful queen she would have been, and how she will belong to her always.

So, months later upon hearing of Iris's return, he grew enraged. He expected her death to happen should she not have anything to say, but he did picture alive for months. Remington decided, after arranging a meeting with her in the throne room, to reveal what he had done, saying it was for his own interest. She was easy prey; and he didn't expect to like her, much less love her to a point she infects his waking thought.

“Marry me. Marry me, and your family will be free. You'll be safe.” He whispers ever so sweetly that it tastes like venom. “No one will hurt you. You will be my Queen. If not, you'll be executed for abandoning your kingdom.” - Remington.

After throwing her into the dungeon for her kicking him in the chin, he attempted to convince her to marry him or she would die at the first sign of dawn. Her family, her life would be spared if only she just agreed, and it should have been so easy. But Iris refused, no matter what he said, even when he choked her, nearly cutting off her air with his thumb at her windpipe. As she rejected him once again, he arranged for her death, until she tried to escape the very next morning. Since she wanted to run, she'll die doing just that: running for her life. He sent her to the coldest region, not caring where, and two assassins to torment and kill her.

If he couldn't have her, no one will.

HER RETURN & HIS DEATH

“Son of a bitch.. How can she be alive? It's if I have to do it myself. However . . . I am admiring the look. Muscle accents her arms, her face has lost the baby fat. The bangs on her forehead are swept to the side, exposing the scar I gave her. Her eyes are more beautiful since I've dreamed of them late in the night, and there's something about them. Vibrant red hair is turned into a braid, resting on her shoulder. She is so beautiful.” -Remington

When Remington saw her again after three years, he was completely enamored with her, and surprised by her saying she would marry him within a month's time. That she had said she loved him, would be his wife, even mentioning her fallen family. Which weren't really fallen, much to his chagrin. When he was waiting for the assassins to come back, his mother and sister had apparently freed her family from their prison and had them in Outworld. He didn't bother to go after them, since he managed to get some information on Soraian blood, how powerful it could be.

For the past 31 days, Remington was very pleased with the new Iris. She was more docile, calm, demure, sweet. At dinners, breakfasts, lunches, she always gave him a smile, or occasionally graze her shoulder against his. In public, she gave him kisses on the cheek. She was so agreeing to everything, while they planned the wedding. Finally, he had her in the shape he wanted her. This perfect bride, perfect wife. Until the day of their wedding, that is. Before they even said I do, there was a knife in his shoulder, ensuing a fight.

He was infuriated being fooled by her, not holding back with his shadows to attack her, using shadow monsters to hold her back while he attacked. He certainly didn't expect her to be trained in the arts of kombat, knowing how to evade and use her fire to slice through his creations. To even the playing field, he sent them to the Nether, in a dark area of the realm, where the shadows obey him. He had the advantage, not giving Iris a chance to get a strike in before he had her on the ground.

“Doesn't this bring me back... Oh, that's right. That's the face your little friend made before she met the fatal blade. Guess you two were like sisters, after all. A shame, my Rainbow. You would have been an amazing queen.”

He leaned down, pressing a b l o o d y kiss against her lips, inhaling as he formed a knife out of pure darkness. But before he could do that, Iris slammed her skull against his, and retaliated with wave of fire coming towards him, knocking him flat on his ass. When she dug her hands into his chest, he screamed out, trying to stop her, screaming that she will regret it. The last thing he saw was her clutching his still beating heart in her hands with a sadistic smile.

Even though he had died, Remington's words and actions upon her still impacts her on a daily basis. Giving her insecurities about herself, confidence doesn't seem to be strong. Occasionally, she will rub a scar above her right eyebrow, where he hit her with his shadows. It is the only place on her body that feels cold. He made her extremely cautious to expose her heart to others she feels a romantic connection to, fearing they would use it against her. Nightmares will plague her in the night, of him coming back to life, choking her, finishing the fight she started. After his death, she feared her own shadow, thinking he could hide in them.

#𝔄𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 (𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫)#long post #{{ No one:#{{ Not a soul:#{{ Not the Lin Kuei:#{{ Me: LONG ASS HEADCANON AHOY #{{ this is over 1k teetering into 2k #{{ now i must write a paper for my class

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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The Detectives Den

Masterlist

Summary: walter take you to a cabin for what you thought was a romantic weekend, but he has an ulterior motive afterall mateing season is just arou d the corner~

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, rough sex, primal sex, male dom, werebear Walter, Mating, Breeding, Turning, Noncon Bite?, claiming bites, soulmates, au shifter

A/n: so here it is! The were bear i started months ago and abandoned but picked up again today because of this post. Typos ahoy!

Taglist: in reblogs

You cried into the matress clawing desperately unsure if it was an attemt to help the huge male above you, or tryingmto escape him. For some reason since being here at the cabin he seemed different? Instead of being your huge soft teddy bwar he was wild, dark and growly both at peace and on edge. It was like he was now this big bad bear of a man, growling and strong all macho 'chop wood and start fire'

You grunted as he rutted harder almost fucking your hips pff the bed sending your feet scrabbling on the wooden floor, your socks sliding on the smooth wood.

"oh god~ sl-slow down! WalteAGH~" you cried out pressing up onto your elbows and stamping a foot on the floor grunting. Walter snarled into your back almost viciously before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your back lappjng the salty skin. He growled feeling his inner beast beat on his own restraint. The beed to uck and bit was almost overpowering. He wanted you dripping, ozzing his cum as he stained your perfect frailty with his venomous bite and change you for the better. He needed it like he'd never needed anything in his life. It was his own fault he was so needy and eager... restless. Hed had you at his side for six months far to lost in his bliss of having his mate he'd all but forgot about the mating season untill he was weeks away.

He snarled grolwing deeper and deeper his inner bears bellows trying to break through damanding you put your head down and take your mating properly. Face down ass up and minimal complaints! The deep sounds echoed through as the harsh breaths and grunts fanned over the sensitive skin of your shoulder blades.

"W-walt! Fuck please- hurry!" You whimpered over your shoulder as the large hands of your lover held you still bent over the bed pinning your hips into the matress and he thundered away, burrying himself to the hilt again and again still trying to feed you every thing he had and more. You cried out as he arched, tipping his hips striking your clit with his heavy sack moaning out his pleasure, the small pats making his cock twitch flexing agaisnt your tight channel as he speared you pryingnyou opene like never before.

These were no calculated strokes, he was fucking you with little care to how you withered and cried at his onslaught. Maybe thats why he brought you out here? You were deep in the woods and no one could hear you scream out your pleasure.

He growled low in his throat again biting back at his beast who was watching as you keened and scrabbled bent over on the bed your bare back glistening, tiny beads of sweat rolling down your sides. The scent of your arousal was enough to make him rabid, he needed this! Needed the release. His instincts were screaming savagely just below His mate! His female! His entierly!

And you were. He'd known the second he'd seen you in the cells. He thougt you were coming to bail out your foster dad who'd been caught at the center of a party filming a snuff film. A dark bdsm practice where the sub was unknowinly 'snuffed out' usually sufficated or break their neck from trying to escape. Either way it was a disgusting practice that was hard to pin blame, who was the one to arrest? The person tying the bonds? The dom? The spectators?

As it turned out you were there to cuss him out and hand in evidence phone records, emails, previous incidences. It turned out your father had been arranging these snuff films as a quiet hitman business silently offing people for a price.

Walter had gone out of his way to protect you, luring you to him with sweet dates and raw sex appeal. It had taken just over two months but he managed to secure a relationship with you. Youd been a couple for six months now, and finally it was time!

Finally he could claim you as his own kind did. Allbeit a tad late with only weeks to get you used to your rightfull place. Beside him. Below him!

He'd managed to et you out here to his den, secluded in the forest for a month long stay, mot that you knew it'd be a month. He'd said it'd be a long week end, you wasnt the outdoorsy type... well not yet.

"Shh, shh mate~ calm down you'll get there, just not yet... don't come yet we need- I need you to hold on for me" walter growled lowly into you making you sob and slump on the bed moaning into the covers. He moved slower trying to remember you were human, no matter how close the season was he couldnt mate you just yet. He had to give you the bite, then claim and help you come around to your new form and mate you... all in three weeks. If he tried to mate you properly now youd never survive him.

"Bu-but Bear!? Please i cant!" You wailed grunting and pressed back on him urgently unaware of just what was about to happen. He almost felt guilty, but it was better this way. Bite and help them transition then breed and continue the line. Or risk looseing you? His one mate! Once you were turned you'd feel the bond and wouldnt leave. It was how things were done, tradition!

Walter shook his head ridding the doubts that collected in his mind before chuckling... if only you knew how right you were~. Because be was a bear, a grizzly to be exact. It always brough a smirk to his face when you called him that, it'd soon be an inside joke between you. For every shifter there was a soul mate. The wolves had it easy,being pack animals their mates were mostly wolves themselves. But bears? No. Bears were solitary and their mates tended to be human.

For everything that happened in his life, he never imagined getting such a sweet gentle mate! You were a prize, his prize. Gifted to him by the old gods. You'd love and raise his cubs to be strong, fierce boy's and dainty smart females. His mind drifted, he couldnt wait to fill you, to plant his seed inside your womb and watch you create his cubs. But first he had claim you.

His eyes glazed as you beat at the bed arching your back to him trying desperately to pull him deeper clenching your pussy tight trying to force him to his own end where you could join him. You walls trembled as the suckled on him desperate to have walter quake at the knees and rut you into a tantelizing climax.

Walter snarled eyes now flickering with the burnt red brown that his beast held, the copper tinge glowing with a primal rage and need to latch onto his female and hold her still, repriand his sow for trying to take control and steal his seed before he was read to gift it to her!. Thoughts of tearing the skin and biting you twisted around his mind like a raging storm, his fangs ached. The venomous gift that would seal your fate to his forever thrumming in his jaws eagerly waiting. He was ready. He.was .ready! Years of woundering, then months of play the human game had made him impatient. He needed it, needed to feel the bond tie you together!

"Fine! You asked for it!" He snarled, an inhuman tremorto his voice made you pause, just as you tried to turn and question him you screamed out in panic. Walter bit you. Hard!

You thrashed squealing and panicking, kicking your splayed legs as your neck siezed, cramping. You muscle constricting around what felt like two deep thorns searing into you. Then a deep burn built. You cried in panic, fat tears rolling down your face mind bearly grasping what was going on around you. The shunts of your lovers hips became heavier and more pronounced, every breathnow a severe growl ratteling your bones. His cocks invasion slicing through the pain and terror as he moved faster and harder into you hitting your clit.

You wept tears streaming down your face as he fucked you rougher growling into your neck. Then despite the pain and fear the knot in your tummy snapped and you came around him. The trembling and mind numbing orgasm tore through you making you massage his still thrusting cock. You sobbed collapsing, giving up the fight as your sensitive body ached.

As if rewarding you for finally giving in Walter released your neck leaving it wet. You shuddered knowing that there would be blood but there wasnt much you could do about it. You keenesoftly as he roared over you victoriously painting your insides with his essence, lightly fucking into you. Instinct driving him to scent your cunt as deep as he could for your change, so youd smell of him warding off all other males in the area. This female was taken.

"Fuck. Fuck that was- better then the stories" he hummed over you smileing to himself head hanging down feeling at peace now his mate was claimed and would change. You'd be like him, strong fierce and safe. Able to take care of yourself and protect yourself and his young... fend off any vile human, fend off anyone but him~ your bear, your male, your mate!

"W-walter? My neck? What did you do?! Whh did you!- it feels funny it tingling" you panicked as walter pulled away from you befor slowly crawling onto the bed pullingnyou gently onto the soft bedding tugging you up to rest on your back.

"Its fine, perfect even- its the venom getting to work love" he explained cooing at you wiping you down patting the wohndmon your neck. In his spare of the moment bite he'd been rougher then he could have been, and that was part of the reason his venom was making you go limp already.

"V-VENOM! WHAT VENOM?" You bellowed now bawling panting, hyperventilating eyes wide and tears rolling down your face. His heart clenched as your hand waved in the air trying to hold him but you couldnt feel it, only a heavy numb limb that was useless.

"No, no its not bad- not bad my we t little mate... your turning, you'll turn and be like me" walter said hushingnou craning over you taking your waving hand an pressing kisses to the palm.

"Turn?! What are you- you bite me! We need help! Im gojng numb! Cold walter im bleeding out! Am i bleeding!?" Yu yipped still not understanding what was goingnon? He bit you... HE BIT YOU!? you tried pryingnyour hand free wanting to feel the damage on your neck. The room was spinning, you were growing cold you felt li,e you were dying!

"No shh your not bleeding, your turning... youve taken the bite soo well, so well love... you'll be fine... you'll sleep and then wake up stronger then ever" walter hummed fawning over you, giving you small gentle stroke's he knew he couldnt sit you down and explain, you were falling fast. He just had to reassure you untill you drifted off into the change.

"Wha?"

"Shh im here im here mate... your gonig to be a bear just like me" he whispered softly grinning down at you unable to stop. He was too damn proud, he found you and bit you! Youd be with him always!

"Bear?" You muttere trying to hold him closer as the room began shimmering, lights and blaack dots laceingnyour vision as the heated chill rushed through you drowning your body in a strange soothing yet frightening feeling.

"Yes... I'm a shifter, I brought you here to- to my den, the den of my forefathers, ive given you the bite just as my father did to our mother inthis very cabin!" He rushed trying to explain best as he could not liking the scent of terror on you. He never wanted to scare you, but fear was inevitable. Still if he could ease your worries before you succumbed he would.

"What- walter im- its fuzzy!" You cried desperately tryingnto cling to the little consciousness you had. But it was getting harder as the seconds ticked by.

"Hush im here, it's the change my love... youll be like me... a bear shifter- and just before mating season too...You'll change and then we will mate over and over untill your carrying my cubs~" walter said as a lump swelled in his throat. His father had said this was the worst bit. The fear and panic as your new found mate fell to the transformation. But as the guilt and anxiety sent in so did the excitement of your furture. Your mateing, your family-cubs and a den of your own! It was enougn to make the grown boar cry like a young cub!

"W-walt your scaring me~" you slurred as the room began spinning, a hot sensation coursing through your veins but your skin was cool and prickling.

"Shh its okay love, you need to sleep, just rest when you wake things will be... they will be perfect, sleep, give in don't fight, you dont want to be awake for this part" he said movi g to lay your hand back down at your side. Then sat up besode you looking around for another pillow tomprop under your head.

"W-walter! No, dont leave-" you cried bawling frightened as your eyelids got heavy, he sounded as if he was drifting further from you. Bringing another wave of panic, especiallywhen he placed your hand down.

"I'm not, i wont leave you, not for a second my beautiful female" he said leaning over you holding your chin peppering kisses over your face. Making sure you felt he was still there even as you drifted into the comatose state that would protect you from the pain of your initial transformation. You cries slowly doed off as you closed your eyes unable to fight anymore and let the black take you.

Walter stayed put watching you with baited breath. Now it was his job to gaurd you. Protect and care for you as the grueling first shift took holdand he spied what bear you'd be. The venom in all shifters was the same, each becmea different animal in accordance to their individual traits. He was a grizzly one of the largest bear, his cousin geralt was a polar bear and sy a kodiak. He knew youd be a bear because you were mates, and thats just how it worked.

He sat back cringing as you grunted moaning as things began to shift, your body would rid itself of toxins and ailments first. Flush your system before the real process began. He stood from the bed making his way to the bathroom to fetch the many damp towels he'd need to clean you up. It had been him to insight the change and now it was his duty to care for you through this difficult transition. And it would be is absolute pleasure, because this was the all important duty for him as a male his kind, this would tighten his bond with your beast. He would oversee everything and help you, even help break bones to help you shift faster. Anything to get you through a full shift cycle, to beast and back so you could awaken that little bit faster and begin your life as a true pairing. Despite th grusome nature of the event, walter couldnt be more pleased because thos was the true beginning of his life with you, and he wouldnt change a damn thing.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #walter marshall x you #walter marshall #werebear!walter marshall #walter marshall x y/n #walter marshall x reader #henry cavill smut #walter marshall smut

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steverogers-against-disney · 2 years

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all those letters unsent and that garden ungrown

stucky, not quite post wwii. italics are a letter bucky never sent, and steve is about to die.

wc: just under 1k; angst ahoy

title from the amazing devil’s farewell wanderlust

bo, this is maybe the hardest letter i’ll ever have to write. worse than when i had to write dad to ask for more socks. steve watches the ocean sail beneath him, the hole in the ship ripped by the tesseract plunged straight through the plane. the adrenaline that was just pumping through him is gone and he’s left with whistling wind and radio static. i don’t know how to say any of this. you’re only hard to talk to when you’re not here.

steve finds that his legs feel like lead, or maybe magnets, fused to the metal of the vessel beneath him. it takes everything he has to clamber to the control panel, where an array of blinking lights and alarms are screaming. the yoke, when steve tries it, barely budges. i guess i could just say that i miss you. a screen flashes at him. steve may not know german, but he can recognize a bomb when he sees one. he can read a map.

do you remember when we met? i feel stupid asking, but this whole war has made me feel stupid, so what’s a little clarification between friends? steve’s doing the math. schmidt had set the plane to some sort of automatic piloting system, he thinks, which is why the yoke won’t move. it’s taking him straight to new york city.

“steve?” peggy calls through the radio. he’s still in range, then. he wouldn’t be for long. you were eleven, and i was twelve, and new york was hotter than i even knew it could get. you were getting your ass kicked by some guy. you never did tell me what you did (or didn’t) do to get him so mad at you, but you did tell me you could walk home on your own. you were so stubborn, even way back then.

“i have to take it down,” steve says. the plane is loaded with more explosives than he knows what to do with. all set to blow when they get right over brooklyn. if he let it fly, he’d be home, he’d be home, he’d be home. steve grabs the yoke, white-knuckled, trembling. he gives it everything he’s got.

sometimes I wish I could go back to that. it was all so much easier back then.

“steve?” peggy already sounds desperate. “we had plans, you can’t—” the radio stutters and coughs. the whole plane is shuttering with the rapid descent; steve’s head swims. despite it all, he can’t help but laugh. maybe peggy heard it, maybe she didn’t. it really doesn’t matter. he’d has plans with bucky, too.

it’s hard to pinpoint when exactly things changed for me. you always knew exactly what you wanted. what you needed. i was just so happy to be there for as long as i was what you wanted. “steve, listen to me. just listen, okay?” steve is listening. he’s listening to the way peggy chokes on her tears, audible even through the shitty radio. i used to like to think you needed me. steve is listening to every warning this plane has yell that he’s doing something very, very wrong. was that ever true? “we can find another way,” peggy cries.

“if i don’t do this, millions of innocent people are going to die.” it’s the same tone bucky used on him sometimes, when steve didn’t eat, or when he worked too hard, or when he wouldn’t go to bed. he isn’t asking permission, he isn’t requesting that maybe this happen. steve is telling peggy what he’s going to do. i’ve tried to say it before, but the words always taste wrong. carefully, steve pulls his compass out of his pocket. he’d never moved the photo of peggy once it was stuck in there, but he picks it out now, as best he can one handed. bucky smiles up at him. fuck, i just wish i could see you again.

there’s a small part of me that wants you to come here just for a little while. the sunrises here are the almost most beautiful things i’ve ever seen. steve had only gone over the atlantic ocean once, on the way to italy two days before he found bucky. thinking back on it, steve feels like he could remember the way brooklyn summer turned to italian fall. it’s like spring, and fall, and peaches, and cherries all wrapped into one. i wish i could bottle one up and send it back to you. looking over the rapidly approaching ocean, steve wonders if bucky would have remembered the same image.

they say that the lord made us in his image, well, he must be a painter then, because he made the italian sunrise, and he made you. i just wish we could sit on the shore together, you and me, and watch the sun rise over the sea.

steve didn’t think he wouldn’t see home again. it seems appropriate that a soft sunset is skimming the water. there’s nothing but water and distant ice floes, all of it wine-dark and getting darker as it morphs from deep blue to red. steve hasn’t believed in god in a long time, but something in him stirred now. maybe he should have given becky a better hug.

bo, if this war kills me, will you do something for me? will you meet me there? where the sea meets the sky— the plane hits the ice. it crashes straight through, down to the frigid waters of the arctic ocean. the cold washes over him, fills his brain and his heart. the further he sinks, the darker the water around him becomes. despite that, the light is tingled with a warm purple-orange. bucky would have liked it. —in the peach haze of sunrise?

#capital letters are for chumps #stucky #stucky fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #mcu #ummm #wc: 963 #ish

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just-pineapple-responses · 3 years

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Just curious, how many shower thought (response) blogs are there? I just dived into this side of tumblr (not gonna make any posts its fun to read though) and I'm already losing my mind

Well there is

The. Literal. Sun.

Plasma...

S p a c e

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT

The void. It shall consume ALL.

A typewriter incase anyone wants to write their will before they die

Also some ink, not related to the typewriter

Also some words, I wonder who'll use them

A hat with no maker and a maker with no hat

The pen is mightier than the sword. It just so happens that this one is evil. Luckily I can summon multiple

Anyone order some coffee?

Ooo, an author

The literal embodiment if of fanart

A fork, nom noms

B҉ r҉ o҉ k҉ e҉ n҉

Soap

Soap(for hair)

Toothpaste

🄵🄰🅄🄲🄴🅃

Towel

Bath mat

Washcloth

Bathtub

Bathwater

𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓

Bubblebath!

One (1) bath boi

Some M͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ (anybody got some strong disinfectant?)

Nvm, the mold has already caused a plague (gettit?) (although user misspelled it)

Nevermind, there's already a parasite here

Mirror

Door!!!

Some curtains

A denim jacket

Blackout

Rainbow

✨ Magic ✨

*Tree poses to assert dominance*

Coconut

(obviously me)

I think popeye dropped a tin of spinch and it became sentient?

Tost

Hummus. dip tost?

Criss Cross applesauce

Wibbly wobbly Wibbly wobbly jellyo

Mmmm océan s o u p

Some poison, a great addition for my soup

Smol bean

Potat

Shower magpie who I haven't seen in a while

Bird (brain)

Frog(×2:Electric Boogaloo)

An axolotl!

Ferret

*looks at smudged writing on hand. Squints. * a raccoon

Stinky bastard man (I just had to put the two next to each other)

Rat.

Becometh crab 🦀 (x2: Electric Boogaloo)

Nya~

Edgy Nya~

Tripod of dog

Brain

Nina i found one of your neurons (if you understand this reference, good job you)

A rotted brain, keep it away before it infects us all, I only have 2 braincells left

Did... Did someone drop their spinal cord?

The almighty binch

The titanic

Narrator

Water based introspection

Existential crisis

Dumbass

Also a pacifier (get it because they're also called dummies and their name is dummy)

A foolish thought to say a sorry sight join the shower community (as you can tell we did Shakespeare in English so many times i pretty much can recite everything lady macbeth said)

ADHD

Ominous

Anonymous

Anxious 🥺👉👈

Some edgy bastard

A person of culture I see (although obsessed with tweed for some reason)

1 Dapper boi

Sarcastic

nice

All smiles and sunshine

HAPPY! (why isn't there yellow 😔)

Affection (Derogatory) (I'm sorry I just felt like it)

~Petty~

Idiot

Disaster

Chaos and Order

Comebacks

'vanishing'

Defences

Threatened

Op is on drugs

All the F s

And F-general

Get out of the shower

Shower responses

Dry

The horny and the simp

Shower sins

Thower shoughts

I take quick showers

Shower thots

Last responder *countdown music*

You have shower thoughts?

Your shower thoughts are stupid

Wtf shower thoughts

Another shower responder

Just shower responses... responses

Response shower

NO SHOWER! only thought (×3)

Mmm, showery

Penny for your thoughts?

Hello darkness my old friend...

Llawyer

Beepbeep

Prussia

Haywire!!!

furry OwO

A Pigeon got in through the door, who left it open?

I'm feeling devious

You're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous, and polyamorous

Gay is stored in the ass

Gay

Trans

*opens door and walks through with you exaggeratedly* Fellas we got the whole LGBTQIA+ community right here

Enby

Hahaha gender go brrr

Lesbian

Lesbian-thot

Lust

Someone who thinks it funny to clown around

Joker (derogatory)

Haha straight

Dead inside

Some supervillain idk

News. Literally a shower news style responses

I cannot believe that I forgot Her Greatest Majesty, the Queen. All Hail Royal

Isaac newton?

M megamind?

Fiftieth

Crackhead

Some Phoenix Wright kinnie

What is a Dean Winchester and why does he have a tentacle fetish?

Well well well, if it ain't a homestuckian

Did someone kill/rob The Doctor or something, their TARDIS was left behind and its blocking my pretzels that I left in the shower

Mined crafts uwu

Well well well, if it ain't- *accidentally makes eye contact and is then killed by some unknown shadowy creature holding what seems to be some sort of cube of dirt*

GOTTA GO FAST

Mishamishamishamishamishamishamisha

Gen Z and ready to throw hands with OP

Not puki

Nom noms

Dip dap

Kensa

B͓̽u͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ..........

Someone broke their space bar or something

It's time to d-d-d-d-d-dshower

The magical deity of sleepovers

DON'T FALL ASLEEP. NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU-

The muffin man genuinely left drury Lane for this

Txmblr

Moonlit nights on a winters day, stars glimmering gently

A child?

🟥

The fae. Just all of them. Every single one.

Crocus? (What on earth does that mean)

*sings* baba blacksheep have you any wool? Because if not you will be killed (this fits the tune perfectly. If not I have failed in everything)

The theatre itself is here... Somehow

Ahoy-hoy

boo

REEEE- *epic geometry dash gameplay to DanTDM's old intro music*

Yardale, not to be mistaken for riverdale and differs to lawn ale or front porch ale or even meter ale

I'll finish this list later

It's gonna be a long one folks

I'm including a ones that haven't spoken since ages ago because

Boy howdy there's new ones tell me who I'm missing now

Please stop thank you very much this is too many i keep having to add to this any new responder must kill a responder to continue the purge shall claim y'all as I will win i recently started watching Danganronpa

Seriously though everyone after mirror must have a battle royale it's too much i doubt all of you will even last longer than today also happy birthday me -dated:28th- do you even realise what sort of commitment you've made to sell pieces of your soul for entertainment and ability to make such epic retorts each and every post?! I sacrifice many souls DAILY to be throwing such bangers into this stuff y'know?

We have a tap guys we can finally wash our hands of all the blood of our enemies

Seriously though who left the door open I don't want a Pigeon pecking at me (the mishapocalypse got them lol)

So many responders so little time before the end of the world

If I'm missing someone please tell me very thank

There are not enough colours for me to assign a different one to each person 😔 also, wtf is on there twice on purpose

WorldHealthOrganisation IS MISSING (note: you may have a joke in place of name or under a category of names)

So there's lore without me?

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT *moth noises*

Okay now there's alternate timeline versions of responders for the benefit of myself they ain't going on the list bud

There is an incorrect role play blog quotes blog and I am crying. Not of laughter. Just wiuwhdhsjhshjxjabjsjdhdjsj

If any new people join I will go back to causing shower wars for the sake of killing you all I'm done I have snapped my laptop is updating 3 times in a row

I will commit crimes.

Does being a shower responder or role-playing seem encouraging to people to join this "community"? Because I'm pretty sure it's the latter

#ShowerThoughts blogs #Asks #As you can see I'm trying to organise in order of inanimate to animal to concepts to water else #*whatever else #And now rp blogs wow

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