#all star dva

[dei2dei]

ramble to me about MekaMechanic to help distract the brain weasels?

Oh, you mean "utterly self-sacrificing gamer nerd who will put everything on the line for her people" and "girl with too much pressure on her and wanting to Be Somebody so she protects and defends even if it's going to cost her"? I love these two. Hana and her absolute passion and the fact that she pushes herself again and again and again to the breaking point, and Brigitte the type who will always be there to pick Hana (or anyone) else up, take the hit if she can, go toe-to-toe and make it so her friends and teammates come out alive. I can see the two of them partying, dancing, even gaming - as long as it's one Brig has a chance of winning. The moment they go from "Brigitte" and "DVa" to when there's that moment of "Hana" - getting all messy and dug into mechanical things, complaining back and forth to each other. That moment when Brig figures out something about Tokki even Hana didn't know, makes a little upgrade, finds a way to keep Hana just that little bit safer. Hana is used to being the center of attention and everyone caring about her, but when Brig gets over being star-struck (because I 'm sure she is/was), there's those moments where they click, they connect, they realize they think of their lives and their people and their duties the same way, and are all the closer for it.

#mekamechanic #mekamechanic rambles #hana song #brigitte lindholm #overwatch #headcanons

[adrinennn]

project sekai headcanons one per character part 2

akito actually somewhat looks up to tsukasa because of his determination to become a star and sometimes compliments him on his passion, then tsukasa says something dumb and akito automatically regrets his compliment

toya dreads going home sometimes so he sleeps over at akito's house or the sekai, when it's the sekai, rin and len make it be a big sleepover but that tires toya out even more

if tsukasa saw all of the plushies of him he would buy all of them and be super overjoyed and talk to them and treat them like his children and love them very much

emu gets bruised easily and always uses those cartoony cute bandaids that fall off in 5 seconds (she knows they fall off easily so she just puts a different one on when they come off so she gets so many cartoon bandaids)

nene is really good at shooter games, she plays overwatch and team fortress 2 the most (mains reaper and spy) and used to play fortnite when it was super popular, she was the best at it in her class

when people comment about rui's color scheme of his outfits, he says he's colorblind as a defense but he just really has a unique taste in color and is sensitive about it

kanade's mom used to braid kanade's hair all the time when she was little, and mizuki loves braiding her hair since it's so long, and when she does kanade leaves it in for as long as she can because it makes her feel sentimentally happy and reminds her of her mom

since mafuyu's taste got numbed, she's really sensitive to texture, her favorite texture is firm like apples

ena wants mizuki to teach her how to dox but they won't so ena fake doxxes people by putting random numbers and saying it's their ip (ena finds it hilarious when that works and they get scared)

mizuki is a gamer and made twitch gaming streams for like 2 weeks and got 3 followers then quit (she still games with her friends especially nene and rui they play overwatch together [rui mains junkrat and mizuki mains dva])

i have more headcanons but ermmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm your mom lmao gottem

#pjsk #project sekai #pjsekai #pjsk headcanons #headcanons #headcanon #hcs #hc #hatsune miku colorful stage

[bonesshredder]

someone told me to post this list of ravkan words so i will

maleni = ghosts

malenchki = little ghosts

kefta = grisha clothes

sankt / sankta = saint (sankt = male | sankta = female i.e. sankta alina)

sankt'ya = of the saints

istorii = stories

kvas = ravkan drink

da = yes

net = no

kapitan = captain

oprichniki = darklings personal army

moi = masculine object

moya = feminine object

soverenyi = sovereign (used only 4 rhe darkling) (moi soverenyi)

tsar = king

tsaritsa = queen

banya = bathhouse

odinakovost = sameness

etovost = uniqueness

otkazat'sya = orphaned (used by grisha to non grisha)

tsarevich = prince

kutya = ravkan dish

sobachka = puppy

lapushka = darling

nichyevo = nothing

nichevo'ya = nothings

grenatki / grenatya = grenades

volkvony = wolf of the waves

provin'ye = real

autchenye = genuine

osti = bones

spasibo = thanks, thank you

madraya = mother

merzost = magic, abomination, unnatural creation, something of nothing

rebe = daughter

dva = two

stolba = ruins of dva stolba

nolniki = zeroes

babya = grandmother

ne zalost = to your health

ne ____ = long live ____

babink = barbarian

razrusha’ya = ruined

razrushost = ruination

na = i am not

e'ya = i am

sarafan = a dress

kokochnik = a headpiece

beznako = a lost cause

yunejhost = unity

sol = sun

korol = king

koroleva = queen

sol koroleva = queen of sun *alina

korol rezni = king of scars *nikolai

dros = thaw

dros koroleva = queen of the thaw

koja = handsome

gruzeburya = the wind

adezku = the western wind

milaya = sweet girl

volkshiya = people

sho sol = hello

zyeshostash = goodbye

zhortvat kei = how are you?

eya brova = i am good

razbrovi = excellent

et esilanya = it is known

vyoni bleini nolas chovad = all men must die

moi sol et ye tselai = my sun and stars

zyoma = moon of my life

kei ryezich ravkayesh? = do you speak ravkan?

eya chela = i am hungry

eya fyela chi = i love you

kei onolich yash? = will you marry me?

#shadow and bone #korol rezni #sol koroleva #alina starkov #nikolai lantsov

[ricardian-werewolf]

Chapter 6: Holy water cannot help you now

Ao3 Link Summary: As the aftermath of the attack on Keramzin comes to the forefront, there is a reflection across Ravka of their Sankta Sol's martyrdom.

Chapter below cut:

After. As the darkness claimed her, the Girl knew this black void was not the end. More, a sleep. The soft, tranquil stillness of a coma. She had fought so long, so hard, and deserved a chance to lick her wounds. The knife to her chest had torn into her heart, but a flicker of sunlight healed the skin before the Darkling could notice.

As she slipped in and out of the inky black, her faithful came from out of the woodwork to settle the girl’s body upon a gold-encrusted litter and laid her upon sheets of gold satin and silks. From there, she was carried by her faithful Soldat Sol across Ravka to the place of her birth. Her friends and allies accompanied her, the gold-eyed twins at her side no matter the day or night. Millions flooded the Dva Stolba valley, chanting her name until their voices were hoarse, and yet screamed still more. Mothers wept, tore at their garments as her litter was carried past village and town alike. Men removed their caps and clutched the icons of her form - the stag’s antlers cast in a halo around her head. The icon showed the fetter on both wrists as she cast a glow of sunlight. 

All while, the girl slept and dreamed of a fox-prince with golden hair and hazel eyes. He, too, slept. Buried beneath the ice-sheet of the Ash Tree, brought into a coma through their shared tether. The darkness did not sink its claws into him the way the girl feared. In its stead, the darkness loved her prince the way it could never love her. Time healed all wounds. The girl knew that like a surgeon’s scalpel, the darkness was seeking to cut from her prince the tumor that had festered in his soul for so long. 

The Darkling had evaded fate once again, leaving the orphanage of the girl’s youth a smoldering ruin. Into his embrace he had taken the Grisha children, promising brimstone and hellfire to follow if anyone made to move against them. But, one did. Sturmhond, the wolf of the seas, made the Darkling’s plans to attack the Firebird’s nest a near impossibility. The First Army, of its Otkazat’sya men and women, raised new banners in the name of the Sun Saint:

A fox circling a sunburst, all backed in the deep green of the Little Prince. 

They took up their guns and sabres once more, and marched into the fog of war to bring glory to their war-torn home. All while worshiping her name and offering prayers of healing for the soul of the girl who had become their savior.

Little girls scattered fire-flower petals on the grasses of the Firefalls as the Apparat, returned from his holy exile, proclaimed the Sankta Sol in a place beyond what mere man knew. She was not at the Making of the Heart of the World, not yet.

Nor would she be. For the tether that stretched between the Little Saint and Little Prince was a bond that could not be cleaved even by death. As long as the other loved their half, they would not die. The Little Prince was too clever to evade death’s scythe. He would be the one to plunge into the underworld, guided by the girl’s light, and they would emerge.

Together. 

She would not let the Darkling rule another day. He would face his fate, whether with the steel of a Grisha blade or cold bullet of a rifle. It would be up to the girl to undo the pain and misery that had swallowed her country and people whole. She would live.

She would rise, become the savior her people needed. It was time to come out from under her old matron’s skirts. The Girl would waken, and she would have at her side a king who would crown her in cloths of gold and fox-fur, impress into her skin the prayers of a man who loved her for who she was. His word was holy oath, more than even the Apparat’s cries. 

Her faithful would come for her, and she for him. This much was something that could be written in the stars, in the compass that pointed ever truly north, and the ring upon the girl’s finger that only the red-haired girl of one eye and many scars recognized.

Her friends and allies would disperse, and would return to the lives of outlaws and miscreants intent on surviving. But from her place of rest and enshrinement, they would emerge crowned in the certainty that the Sun Saint had not forsaken her most beloved of peoples. She had not failed them once ere this.

Now she would not either.

Carried up in the flames of the firefalls, the litter carrying the girl was deconstructed, and a dome of the finest Fabrikator made glass placed over the bed. In its becoming of a coffin, the falls were parted and the coffin placed into a cave lit by the stalagmites that dripped down from its ceiling. Then, the cave was sealed, prayers were finally offered, and the crowd drew away in reverence for their martyred saint.

All across her homeland, church-bells sang songs of mourning, calling the faithful to mass and supplicants to kneel at their shrines. All to beg for the soul of the girl who was an icon. 

Inside the coffin, the girl touched the fetter at her wrist and the collar at her neck. 

A smile touched her face. In her ear, she heard a voice whisper.

“Rest well, Sunshine.” The girl’s laugh was a silent one, but it brought mirth to her. She closed her eyes again, and let the darkness carry her down into a world only the Little Prince and she knew. There, she would be home. Orpheus had found her Eurydice. She would strum her lyre and sing sweet songs of the return of a fox-king and a sun-queen. 

Those who heard her song would know of her return, and carry in their breasts the sacredness of such a gospel sung by a girl unto whom death nor the Darkling could touch. 

#nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #my fic #Alina starkov #Nikolina #wyn rambles #wyn writes #I will follow you into the dark

[layoutsandweirdness]

DVA \ Pacific D.Va All-Stars Skin

#overwatch dva icons #overwatch icons #overwatch dva #overwatch #dva #dva icons #dva overwatch

[sjsmith56]

Complicated - Day 3

Summary: Waking up as a prisoner of the Russian mob, Bucky formulates an escape plan. Everything is wrapped up at the end. Or is it?

Length: 5.7 K

Characters: Bucky, Rita, Sam, Joaquin, Fury, Maria Hill.

Warnings: Violence, betrayal, disappointment.

Author notes: See after the story to avoid spoilers.

<<Day 1. <<Day 2.

🏍️ 🪜🚪

When Bucky opened his eyes, he wasn’t expecting to be strapped into the seat of a memory suppression machine in the lit center of a dark room. His first instinct was to struggle against the restraints, hoping to break them, but they seemed to be as strong as he was. Even his vibranium arm had no effect on the metal restraint that clamped his forearm in place. A chuckle attracted his attention, and he looked in the direction it came from.

“You won’t be able to break out of these restraints, Soldat,” said Alexei Markov, accompanied by an older, sterner-looking man. “After the fall of Sokovia we sent teams into the ruins of that country looking for even the most microscopic particles of vibranium. It took years to collect it but when you resurfaced with a vibranium arm we knew it would go to good use in your recapture.

“The machine won’t work,” said Bucky. “The Soldat is gone, the words are gone, and all your efforts will be for nothing. The Avengers will find me.”

“They’ll be too late, Soldat,” said the older man. “Did you really think that HYDRA only created one Winter Soldier in your mind? Nine were created, but only one was ever accessed. There are eight more Soldats waiting to be activated.”

“I don’t believe you,” replied Bucky.

The older man glanced at someone to the side who came into the light. He held several books, just like the book that Colonel Karpov always had at the ready whenever Bucky was thawed out and activated. They were all red but the stars on the front were different colours. A trickle of sweat came down the side of Bucky’s face as he felt a current of fear begin to run through his veins. The older man smirked then pulled the book at the top of the pile into his hands. It had a blue star on the cover.

“Soldat siniy,” he said. “The blue soldier. Start the memory wipe.”

“No,” growled Bucky, starting to struggle. “No, I won’t go back to that. I won’t do it.”

The chair reclined, as he continued to fight and proclaim his defiance until the metal headpiece trapped his head into place. Gritting his teeth, he screamed when the first charge coursed through him. He lost count of how many charges went through his brain but when they stopped, he had no strength left to fight them. His name was lost to him, his body was useless, and all he remembered was that the words would soon come that would bring the Soldat out of sleep.

“Toska, okislyat’, tridsat’, voskhod, pech’,vosem’, bezvrednyy, privychnyy, dva, lokomotiv.”

As each word was said, the chair righted itself and the headpiece raised to its original position, Bucky felt himself sink further and further into oblivion while the next Soldat emerged. When he was greeted by the older man, and responded with his usual “Ready to comply,” the two men looked at each other with satisfaction. All of the crime families, not just Russian, would soon be under their control now that they had the Winter Soldier doing their bidding.

The older man, the Pakhan, looked at the Soldat and nodded to another man who brought Rita forward. She had been witness to everything that just happened. Any hope she had of staying alive were dashed when she heard the next words, spoken in English.

“Soldat,” said the Pakhan. “Kill the woman.”

Raising himself deliberately to a standing position, the Soldat approached Rita, focused only on her with his dark, emotionless eyes.

“Bucky, no,” she whispered. “This isn’t you. You’re Bucky Barnes, an Avenger. Stop, please Bucky.”

His vibranium hand circled her throat and he smiled a deadly smile at how flexible this new appendage was compared to the bulky titanium one he used to have when he was first programmed. She continued to say the name Bucky as he began squeezing the life out of her.

“Bucky.” It was just a whisper in the darkness of the nightmare, but it was a tether that brought him back from where his mind had been. “Bucky, wake up.”

His eyes opened to the worried face of a woman, Rita … her name was Rita, and she was alive. He hadn’t killed her. For a moment he was flooded with a sense of relief, then of shame and disgust, but she touched his cheeks this time and her soft skin felt so nice on him that he nodded and shifted his body, from his back to lying on his side.

“Where are we?” he muttered.

“Not sure,” she whispered. “They put a hood on me when the jet landed and only took it off when they shoved me in here with you. Are you alright?”

“Not yet. I had a nightmare.”

He lifted his hands to rub his face, surprised he didn’t lash out and hurt her during his nightmare, especially since his wrists were immobilized in restraints. Doing the best he could Bucky rubbed his eyes then raised himself to a sitting position. He and Rita were in a darkened room, but it was day outside as evidenced by the thin streams of light that came through the cracks around the window coverings. She was watching him carefully and he almost reached out to touch her face to reassure her.

“Are you alright? Have they hurt you?”

She shook her head. “He didn’t touch me. Before they knocked you out, he called you Soldat.”

“They know who I am,” he replied. “I’m guessing he wants to use me, use my skills, probably to consolidate power for his family.” He looked closer at her. “I won’t do it willingly, but he’ll probably threaten to hurt or kill you to force me. I won’t let them do that.”

“I’m sorry I got you into this,” said Rita. She looked down briefly. “You helped me without question and now they’re going to make you their slave.”

He smiled softly at her. “They’ll try.” He looked closer at the restraints around his wrists. “Probably a titanium alloy. Strong but not unbreakable if I can get the right leverage.”

“What do you need?” she asked.

“Liquid nitrogen would be the best,” he grinned, knowing it wasn’t something lying around. “Heat, hot enough to weaken it, a steel beam that I could hit it against. I could continually bash it against the wall until it breaks against the vibranium in my arm but that would alert them.”

“You don’t want much, do you?”

He gazed at Rita, his eyes soft. “Let me try to see if I can break the lock apart.”

Looking around the room for something to brace the restraint against he saw a plumbing stack, thinking it might be a drain from the roof, and went over to it, testing its strength. It seemed fairly sturdy but with the force he would have to use to break the restraint it could bring them running. He looked up at the ceiling, noticing it was the standard drop ceiling often found in commercial installations. If he could make sure Rita was safe then he could free himself and take care of anyone who came through the door, without having to defend her at the same time.

“You afraid of heights?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” she replied, looking up at the ceiling, where he had been looking. “You want me to go through the ceiling?”

He nodded. “I’ll boost you up in the corner and you can lift the panel. If we’re in a warehouse there will be a structure that supports the roof. It should be strong enough to support you. Look for a trap door opening to the roof or a vent that you climb into that comes out there. You’ll be safer up there than here.”

“It’s still quite a distance,” she said looking up. “I don’t know if I’m tall enough to reach it even if I stand on your shoulders.”

“I know I can jump it,” he replied, thinking for a moment. “If you piggyback onto me that will take you high enough and you can climb through the panel.” The look of incredulity on her face was extreme but she kept looking between Bucky and the corner ceiling panel. “I can do it, easily. Do you trust me?”

“More than I should, I think,” said Rita, grinning.

“Would you go out with me?” asked Bucky impulsively, trying to match her grin. “I’ll treat you right.”

“Do the last two days count?” He smiled in response to that, a genuine smile that touched her. “If we get out of this, I’ll go anywhere with you.”

She surprised Bucky with a kiss, and he closed his eyes, savouring the feel of her soft lips on his. All too soon she pulled away and stood up, walking over to the corner then looking at him again. She nodded and he approached, kneeling down so she could climb onto his back. Wrapping her arms securely around his neck, then adjusting them so she didn’t choke him, she took a deep breath.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

Stepping back several steps Bucky ran and leaped up pushing aside the flimsy ceiling panel so that he could grasp the rafter that he hoped was above it. His hands were able to grasp something metal and he held on as Rita pushed the panel out of the way and lifted herself into the cavity.

“You’re right,” she said, excitedly, looking into the dim space. “There’re all sorts of metal roof trusses up here. I’ll have to stick to the edge as there’s a ledge here big enough to stand on.”

“Stay there, but put the panel back on,” said Bucky. “I’m going to try to break this restraint. If I have to fight them, you’re safer up here.”

“You’re coming back, right? I not going on without you,” she exclaimed, making him feel protective at the worry evident on her face.

“I’ll be right behind you,” he said. “But if I tell you to go you keep going, don’t look back. I can handle myself.”

“What if they taser you again?”

He gave her a grim smile but didn’t answer. Instead, he released his hold on the metal bracing, dropping back down to the floor. Looking up at her, he watched as she put the panel back into place. While she sat in the roof space, he approached the plumbing stack, then raised his restrained wrists, trying to figure out the angle that would hopefully do the most damage. Raising them over his head he struck the plumbing stack twice, hearing a crack. He pulled his wrists apart and heard another crack then the device broke apart just as the door opened and two guards came in. Throwing the broken pieces into their faces Bucky followed through with punches to their heads, knocking one of them out immediately and staggering the other. Before the other man could recover Bucky kicked him into the wall imbedding him in it. He placed two more punches knocking him out. Briefly looking out the door he didn’t see anyone, so he closed it and wedged both men against it. Quickly, he checked them for weapons, finding two handguns, which he shoved into his waistband, and a couple of knives, slipping them into his boots. They each had a cell phone, so he used the thumbprint of its owner to open one while he crushed the other. With the unlocked one in his hand, he dialled Sam, getting an answer within seconds.

“Sam, it’s me,” he said immediately without giving him a chance to answer. “Stolen phone. I’m going to leave the line open so you can trace it as I have no idea where we are. Gotta go.” He looked up at the corner. “Rita, I’m coming up.”

She pulled the ceiling panel out of the way, and he easily jumped up, leaving the phone on the ledge so the phone call would stay open. Placing the ceiling panel back into place he looked at Rita, smiling in triumph. Then he scanned the space they were in.

“I think there’s a door to the roof over there,” she said, pointing to a position on the far side of the building that was lit up by a glow from below. “I don’t think there’s a ceiling in that portion.”

“You’re right,” he replied. “That ladder against the wall leads to it. I’ll have to destroy it so they can’t follow us up.” He touched her arm. “You ready?”

She began working her way along the ledge, while he jumped from truss to truss. They heard a yell from where they had been then could hear orders being given in Russian to find them. Since they were still obscured, they kept moving, trying to keep their movement as quiet as they could. Finally, they reached the edge of the open area where the ladder to the roof door was located and peeked over the edge.

“Hurry, get to the door,” he whispered.

They had about 20 feet to get to it when someone yelled from the open area below them. Turning towards them Bucky used his vibranium arm to shield Rita as a couple of the men took potshots at them, then returned fire with one of the handguns, making the men below take cover. They fired back; the bullets hitting the steel beam, but he managed to divert the others with his metal arm until he was hit in the leg, making it buckle beneath him. Rita called out to him, but he still shielded her.

“Get to the door,” he insisted. “I can manage.”

“No, not without you,” she said, starting to come closer to him, reminding him of when Steve rescued him from the HYDRA facility in Austria.

A bullet hit a truss near her and ricocheted, making her duck, her face angry when she did.

“Damn it, Rita.” Bucky looked over at her. “Get to the door and get outside. Please. I’m coming, but you need to be safe first.”

Reluctantly, she continued working her way towards it then reached out to the ladder attached to the wall and began climbing up towards the door. When Bucky joined her, he looked down at the ladder in frustration, knowing they would send men up.

“Keep going, I’ll kick it away from the wall,” he said.

As she made her way through the door, he leaned back on the edge of it for leverage then began kicking the ladder away from the wall. One side came away and Bucky kept working at the other side as one of the Russians was climbing up. At least with him climbing they stopped shooting at Bucky, not wanting to risk hitting their own man. Slowly, the ladder began to loosen, and Bucky alternated both feet, working the metal away from the wall. The other side broke free from where it was secured and Bucky kept kicking at it, making it bend away. As the Russian reached that section of the ladder, he hesitated, unsure whether it would hold him. Taking that as his cue to leave Bucky stood up and went through the door to the roof. He slammed the door down then looked on the roof for something heavy enough to keep it closed, tearing an air conditioning unit from its mounting and dragging it over, preventing the door from being opened. Grasping Rita’s hand, they ran towards where there was more cover and huddled beside another air conditioning unit.

“Let me look at your wound,” said Rita.

“It’s nothing,” replied Bucky. “Once the bullet is out it will heal within hours.” He could see she didn’t believe him. “It’s a super soldier thing.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah, but I can take it.” He smiled at her. “You did good down there, kept your cool. You’d make a good agent.” He looked down at his hands then at her again. “Did you mean what you said about following me anywhere?”

Rita seemed embarrassed. “I left a good job to follow Jason on his goal of becoming a professional poker player. He wasn’t the best man I ever committed to, but he was far from the worst, as bad as that sounds. What you’ve done for me in the last couple of days has been more than any other man I’ve been with.” She looked him straight in the eye. “How do you feel about me?”

They noticed a shadow pass over them, looking up in time to see Sam landing right beside them followed immediately by Joaquin.

“Fancy meeting you here,” joked Sam. “Leaving the phone open was a good idea. It led us straight to this place. Just waiting on the special forces squad to arrive as this whole dock area is crawling with mafia and we need the manpower. You up to helping?”

“He was shot in the leg,” said Rita.

“I’m fine,” countered Bucky. “It hardly hurts.”

“Is he always this stubborn?” she asked.

Bucky said no, while Sam and Joaquin both blurted out yes at the same time, making Rita laugh.

“You get used to it,” said Sam, then he lifted his head and looked off into the distance. “Roger that.” He turned back to the others. “Special forces are here. Torres can take Rita to the quinjet. You good to jump down or do you want an assist?”

“I’ll take the assist,” replied Bucky then put his hand on Rita’s arm before she went to Torres. “Stay in the quinjet and I’ll see you after.” He kissed her, as Sam and Joaquin rolled their eyes a little. “That’s how I feel about you.”

Joaquin held his arms out to Rita as Bucky moved towards Sam. “I won’t let you go,” he said, picking her up bridal style. As he rose up in the air, she cried out a little at the sensation of flying in his arms. “It’s okay. Sarge will kill me if I drop you.”

“Sarge?” she asked.

Joaquin grinned. “Yeah, he was a sergeant back in the day. Still in the reserves, I think. Definitely still capable as a soldier.”

As she was flown to the perimeter that had been set up around the dock area, Sam reached inside his chest pocket and came out with a comms piece for Bucky.

“So, you like her?” he asked, grinning while Bucky took a moment to insert the comms in his ear, and check the guns that he took from the two Russians.

“She handled herself well,” he replied, not wanting to meet his partner’s eyes at first, then he sighed. “She kissed me once and yeah; I liked the kiss and I like her. We had a few close emotional moments, none of them sexual. I didn’t ask her to do anything she was uncomfortable or afraid to do.”

“I was going to give you the warning to not expect a lasting relationship based on an intense shared emotional experience,” said Sam, “but that would sound like something Dr. Raynor would say.” Bucky glared at him. “But if you can match it with a physical attraction and a certain amount of friendship there’s likely no reason you can’t build on that foundation. It’s called Sternberg’s Triangular Theory of Love.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you might have a chance at something good with her,” said Sam. “She gives off good vibes.”

Both of them stopped bantering as a voice that Bucky recognized as Nick Fury’s dryly asked if they were finished their chat. Acknowledging that they were ready, the order to attack the various buildings inside the perimeter was given. Bucky looped his arm around Sam’s neck as he lifted off then removed it when the flyer was about ten feet off the ground, easily landing upright on his feet after he was dropped.

Several more Avengers, and a special forces unit were getting into position near the entries into the various warehouses. Approaching the closest one Bucky was acknowledged, and they burst through the door with weapons blazing.

About half a mile away Joaquin landed, gently letting Rita down then he took off into the sky. The ramp to the quinjet lowered to where an attractive dark-haired woman with a headset on appeared and gestured for her to come up. A man dressed in black with an eye-patch was inside in front of a row of monitors barking out orders.

“Miss Harmon?” asked the woman. “I’m Maria Hill. This is Nick Fury … Avengers boss. If you could sit here, we’ll get this raid done and over with. He wants to have a chat with you about your future.”

Doing as she was told Rita sat and watched the whole operation as it unfolded from the monitors, realizing that the Avenger operatives were all wearing body cameras, plus both of the winged men had them on remote units they controlled. She watched the several screens showing the different locations where an Avenger with special forces support were taking on gunmen. Occasionally, she would get a good look at Bucky in action, actually witnessing his strength and physicality on display for the first time. It was a revelation that confirmed what Torres said about Bucky’s capabilities as a soldier. It was also hotter than anything she had ever witnessed. She was interrupted by Fury suddenly barking out an order.

“We have a location on the Pakhan. If you’re anywhere near the stack of blue sea cans with a Hanjin logo get over there.”

She saw both Sam and Bucky change direction and head towards the area. Bucky was holding a machine gun, obviously taken from one of the Russians. Watching as Sam flew above and directed Bucky to where the boss of the Russian mafia family was with his bodyguards, even while he took fire from the ground, she suddenly blurted out her own observation.

“They’re circling behind Bucky. Cap needs to take them out.”

Fury looked back at her, as if he couldn’t believe she was telling him what to do. “You heard that? Barnes, watch your six. Cap, leave the Pakhan for a moment, and take out those who are trying to contain Barnes.”

She watched, fascinated, as Sam dealt with those gunmen behind Bucky while he kept advancing on the Pakhan. When he came around a sea can one of the bodyguards took a shot at him, which Bucky responded to with a short burst that hit the man, sending him down to the ground. The other bodyguard put himself in front of the older man as they both backed up to where a vehicle was. Knowing they would escape if they got in the car Bucky shot out the tire, causing the Pakhan to shake his fist at Bucky and yell something in Russian at him. Bucky yelled something back which made Fury and Hill smirk. It was obvious to Rita that they could understand Russian. As if he heard her ask what was said, Fury turned to Rita.

“The Pakhan said that was a $10,000 tire. Barnes told him for that price it should have been bulletproof instead of blowing just as easily as a $100 one. He got ripped off. The old man didn’t like that.”

His attention returned to the screens as team after team reported their objectives had been achieved. It was down to Bucky, the Pakhan and the bodyguard but Fury didn’t look worried. In fact, he looked impatient.

“Barnes, we’re already wrapping up everyone else,” he said. “You going to keep playing with him?”

“His people have been on my tail since Tuesday,” replied the super soldier. “I’m enjoying making him sweat a bit but if you really want me to reel him in, I can. Sam? Can you take the bodyguard for a ride?”

“Now you’re talking,” said the winged man, who swooped over the Pakhan, releasing a tether that caught the bodyguard around his ankle, yanking him up into the air for an upside-down flight. Bucky came out from his cover, advancing towards the head of the Russian mafia family. The man pulled a gun out from his jacket, firing at Bucky, who calmly put his vibranium hand out and deflected the bullets before standing in front of him and grabbing the gun out his hand. He said something to the man and this time Hill translated.

“One less Russian rat to trap,” she repeated.

“Is he always that calm and cool?” asked Rita, not quite believing that Bucky had just casually deflected bullets as if it were no big deal.

Fury shrugged. “He does get angry sometimes. I’m guessing he didn’t want you to see that part of him as it can be frightening.”

Bucky took the Pakhan’s arm and marched him back out to the open where he was taken into custody. Sam landed beside him, a big grin on his face, which disappeared when Bucky made two quick hand signals to him, signals that were noticed by Fury, as the super soldier then spoke.

“Have all the buildings on this dock under the Pakhan’s control been fully checked yet?”

The one-eyed man frowned at the question, seeing how tense Bucky looked on Sam’s video cam. Maria barked an order into her headset for a quick check of all buildings. As the different body cams showed the teams going through the structures again, they took fire inside a large plain concrete block building drawing the others to the action. Once the enemy was subdued, a body cam showed a door that was marked with Russian words in the Cyrillic alphabet and an outline of a star. Both Fury and Maria swore when they saw it and relayed the location to Bucky and Sam. Even from the screen Rita could see the look exchanged between the two men as they approached the building.

“What is it?” she asked. “What does it say on that door?”

Fury turned to Rita, giving her a different look that seemed colder and more calculating.

“It’s classified,” he said, then nodded at Maria. “Deep shadow conditions.”

“Understood,” she said, entering some commands on a keyboard. “Miss Harmon, we’re going to relocate you away from the command center. It’s for your own safety.” Two men in security gear appeared at the ramp. “Please go with them.”

“I don’t understand,” protested Rita.

“Let’s just say there are things about James Buchanan Barnes that aren’t well known,” said Fury. “If he wants you to know he’ll tell you, not us.” He glared at the two men. “Please escort Miss Harmon off the quinjet.”

When she left and was out of earshot, Fury turned back to the screen. “When did you know?” he asked Bucky.

“When I saw the Pakhan I knew for sure,” said Bucky. “There were lots of little things that didn’t seem suspicious on their own but taken together I knew something wasn’t quite right. She must have had a cell phone all along and kept them tracking us. Gudonov found us too easily which means they knew my bike already. More suspicions when the semi-trucks found us on the highway, and boxed us in. She wouldn’t leave me even though I asked her to run while I kept them busy, after running away from the church so easily. She didn’t seem to be very afraid of Markov when he took her into the limousine, even though she knew that he personally killed her boyfriend. They left us together in a poorly guarded room in the warehouse and had gunmen who couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn as they shot at us, because they weren’t even trying. The clincher was the Pakhan. I recognized him from a nightmare I had in the warehouse which means it was also a memory.”

“They wanted the Winter Soldier at their beck and call, except it didn’t work,” said Fury. “Hill, confirm Rita Harmon’s identity. Barnes, it’s up to you whether you want to open that door. It might be like opening Pandora’s Box.”

“I’ll do it,” he said. “If they have the books then I should be the one to burn them.”

“Alright, Cap, you go with him.”

“As if he had a choice,” replied Sam.

The two men entered the plain concrete block building that sat in the middle of the complex. Several other of the Avengers were there, nodding their support at Bucky as he walked past them towards the door, with the warning in Russian. Winter Star Lab. Authorized personnel only. The door was locked but Bucky punched the lock with his left fist, and it disconnected slightly, allowing him to pull it open. An overhead light came on as he stepped inside, and he was immediately taken back to the fluorescent lighting in many of the HYDRA labs; it’s artificial look making him feel queasy. More lights came on and he saw it completely then, another memory suppressing machine just like those that were used to shock his brain into something more pliable, something that would accept the Winter Soldier programming, except this one had vibranium restraints. He must have stood there for some time staring at it as Sam suddenly spoke.

“You alright?”

“No, I’m not alright,” replied Bucky. “This is nightmare stuff for me. How did they find out about the other Winter Soldier personalities?”

“They must have someone from HYDRA on their payroll,” said Sam. “They wouldn’t know that Shuri deactivated all of them by trial and error.”

“They put me through it, Sam,” stated Bucky. “I had a nightmare in that other warehouse, that they unlocked the second Winter Soldier and had me kill Rita. I was so relieved when I saw her that I didn’t panic. It wasn’t until I saw the Pakhan and recognized him from my dream that I realized it was a memory, a recent memory, except they didn’t activate me so maybe I imagined that part which made me think it was a dream.”

“But you woke up as yourself and she realized it didn’t take. So, she had a backup plan … to make you love her. Maybe, in her twisted mind she figured she could corrupt the real you by keeping you on the run for a bit longer and bind you to her.”

Bucky looked like he wanted to vomit and ran the back of his hand slowly across his mouth, as if to wipe away a bad taste. Sam stepped towards a locked cabinet and tugged on the handle then turned to Bucky, who yanked the door off. Inside were eight red books and this time Bucky did get sick, lurching towards a waste basket and spewing whatever was left in his stomach from his last meal.

“Confirm the books’ contents,” said Fury, then added. “When you’re ready.”

With a look of distaste on his face Bucky picked up the one with the blue star, flipping through it, then quickly going through the others.

“Confirmed,” he said. “Where did they find them?”

“Same place they found out about the other eight Soldats,” said Fury. “We’re going to have to interrogate her for that information. I can get a telepath ….”

“Let me have a try first,” said Bucky. “Sam, make sure these books aren’t seen by anyone else. I want to burn them myself.”

“What about the machine?” asked the winged man, gesturing to the black contraption behind them.

“I’ll pull it apart. Get a box for the vibranium pieces and return them to Wakanda. Then take the other pieces to a scrap metal place and make sure they’re melted down.”

As Sam searched for a couple of boxes, Bucky tore the machine apart, making sure that it looked nothing like what it was before. He picked up the vibranium pieces, putting them into one of the boxes while Sam put the books into the other. The two men left the lab and Bucky handed off the box of vibranium to Joaquin who was waiting outside. Several SHIELD agents entered the building to pick up the scrap metal of the now destroyed machine. While Sam and Joaquin returned to the quinjet with the others, Bucky walked to another building where Rita was under the guard of two SHIELD security agents. Outside the door Nick Fury stood, waiting for Bucky’s arrival. He looked sympathetically at the super soldier who stopped in front of his boss.

“I’m not going to hurt her, if you’re worried about that,” he said calmly, then he reached for the knife in his boot. “But I am going to make her very afraid so that talking to you will seem like a relief.”

“We used a telepath on Gudonov,” said Fury. “Her real name is Ekaterina Harnovsky, wife of Alexei Markov, American born of Russian parents, arranged marriage to pay off a debt. At least that part was true. Jason Tierney was a poker player they killed because he couldn’t pay his debt. He apparently was a regular at the diner you always stop at when you go to Delacroix by road. I guess he mentioned you were often there, and they likely hatched up the plan to bring you in. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. If she had been the real thing, you could have had a good relationship.”

“Yeah,” replied Bucky, sounding unconvinced. Then he gave out a big sigh. “I better get on with it. It might take me a while to get over this.”

“Go back to Delacroix after,” said Fury. “Burn the books, take a week, more if you need it. The world will keep turning without you standing guard over it for a bit.”

Bucky nodded, then stepped past the man in black, opened the door to the office and waited while the two security agents left. With one last look at Fury, giving him a grim smile, he closed the door. Sometimes, a man had to do what had to be done. Didn’t mean he liked it.

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Author notes: Yearning, oxidize, thirty, sunrise, stove, eight, harmless, familiar, two, locomotive – words for the next iteration of the Winter Soldier, variations on a theme. Each of the subsequent soldiers would have had similar synonyms tailored for that personality, with the number of the personality (both backwards and forwards) in the sixth and ninth words in each command string.

The military hand signals Bucky gave to Sam and recognized by Fury and likely Hill indicated Hostage Enemy. Since Rita was the hostage, it would be the quickest way for Bucky to signal she wasn’t legit. She was very much a method actor with her performance knowing Bucky, with his skills, could see through her if she wasn’t convincing enough.

“Deep shadow conditions” is an “Easter egg” to Captain America and the Winter Soldier when Fury is being chased through Manhattan and he contacts Hill, giving her that phrase. It means the situation is changing quickly and you’re needed. In the context with identifying the Hostage as an Enemy it was also Fury’s way of getting Hill to put Rita into custody without letting on that they knew about her.

I really did try to give it a happy ending, but the story just kept pushing me towards Rita being part of it.

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[greyias]

Constellations from the One Word Prompts :D

 If someone's only exposure to the life of a spy came from action-packed, high-octane holodramas, they might have a mistaken impression that it is a life filled with glamour and intrigue, with dangerous liaisons with seductive individuals from the farthest constellations of the galaxy.

These people would be wrong.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Theron grabbed the Wookiee’s hairy foot just before she could clamber into the air vent that he’d been eyeing as part an elaborate fantasy to escape his current hell. “And for the last time, Vrack, you’re not supposed to climb the walls.”

She let out an indignant series of growls in Shyriiwook, but he didn’t care. If he couldn’t leave, the Force be damned if anyone else was. 

He was Theron Shan, intergalactic super spy, founding member of the Alliance, savior of the Republic many times over. And now he’d been reduced to this: incompetent babysitter of what had to be the rowdiest and most ill-behaved group of school children in the entire universe. 

Oh, according to the paperwork, Class 5A-B7 were all star students from Coruscant’s most prestigious primary school who had performed so well on their exams that they’d won a class trip to tour the Gav Daragon, personally helmed by their personal hero, the beautiful, brave, famous Commander of the Eternal Alliance as part of a PR event the Republic was putting on to gin up morale as the war with the Sith Empire ground on. Unfortunately for everyone involved, she had been called away on an urgent mission for the Republic just as the class had been boarding the shuttle for the Gav Daragon. Somehow, in the chaos of the crying children, Theron had been nominated to take her place.

And now chaos reigned.

Theron blamed Jonas Balkar. He didn’t know how exactly, but he was certain his former partner and now the Alliance’s frequent liaison had somehow pulled some nebulous strings to put him in this position.

The teacher, a kindly old Ithorian teacher, had peeled off to take the little Twi’lek boy with a bladder the size of a koja nut to the bathroom. It had to have been the fifth time the kid had to pee, and would have been concerning if Theron didn’t have his hands full trying to keep the remaining dozen children from killing themselves the moment their teacher’s back was turned.

It had started with Klee Khze, the nine-year-old Rodian girl who had apparently stolen a stealth field belt from one of her parents and smuggled it in. She was now using it to pop in and out of sight, sneaking up on her classmates and destealthing in right in their faces in order to make them shriek at the top of their lungs. She would make an excellent SIS agent one day.

At least she was staying with the class. Theron had somehow lost sight of the little Pantoran kid, Dva Shek, and had been trying to not panic as he peeked around the museum’s large exhibits to find where he’d wandered off to, when out of the corner of his eye, the tiny Zabrak child had inconceivably clambered up onto the platform in the center of the room that was three times his tiny size, and was climbing into the cockpit of a shuttle that had been parked on display.

“What are you—” Theron was forced to abandon his hold on Vrack as he raced across the room. “Kerrah, get down from there!”

Like the rest of the pack of brats, Kerrah paid him no heed, and had clambered into the cockpit, her tiny hands nimbly dancing across the controls. Time seemed to move almost in slow motion as the once best operative in the SIS, and now the galaxy’s worst babysitter, leapt high just as the engines from the old shuttle hummed to life and started to slowly rise from the platform. 

Theron heard a different child let out an undignified squeal of fright as he awkwardly half-landed on the still lowered boarding ramp chest-first. Air whooshed out of his lungs as his fingers wrapped around the edge of the boarding ramp and painfully pulled himself the rest of the way onboard. Behind him, another child, it could have been Klee, let out a whoop of delight.

There was no time for him to either catch his breath, nor find any small solace that at least now the children were finding him interesting enough to actually cheer for, as he scrambled to his feet and lurched towards the cockpit. He staggered as the plating beneath his feet shuddered and managed to get into the cockpit just as another panel lit up brightly.

“Kerrah, no!”

The Zabrak shot him a toothy grin, finger hovering over a red button. “Kerrah, yes!”

He tried, he really did, but she was too fast for him, and before he could snatch her hand away from it, she was able to let off a small volley of missiles from the display unit. A small but noticeable explosion echoed throughout the room as the missiles blew a hole in the wall beyond them.

It was a minor miracle that wall just led to the back halls of the museum, and not the vacuum of space.

By the time Theron had got the small shuttle landed and firmly march Kerrah back out to the rest of her classmates, she was still grinning triumphantly. The stunt had apparently impressed Klee, who became visible long enough to give her fellow troublemaker a well-deserved high five, and whatever compliment she was giving Kerrah was being drowned out by the hysterical sobbing of Vell Zud, the timid Bothan boy who was now convinced they were all going to be sucked out into space.

“Mister Theron!” A reedy voice called, somehow pitching their voice higher than Vell’s wails. “Mister Theron, I need some help!”

O what fresh hell is this? Theron thought grimly to himself as he turned to locate the source of the voice, and sadly, was not disappointed with what he saw.

“Ravo,” he yelled as he once again found himself racing back across the expanse of this room of nightmares that was cleverly disguised as a museum, “how the fuck did you get behind that force field?”

Somewhere, a child gasped at the profanity coming from their chaperone.

“I dunno.” The Mikkian shrugged her pink shoulders as she tapped the giant Cormium Crystal next to her. “But the door behind me closed when Kerrah tried to kill us all with that missile.”

“I did not!” The indignant cry came from across the room, barely audible over the terrified keening that hadn’t stopped. “It was an accident!”

Theron pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a deep breath as he tried to gather the frayed edges of his dwindling patience. “I just need you all to stop doing everything for five seconds so I can think—”

Before he could finish that thought, a loud, whooping cry drowned him out, and as one, the room’s occupants looked up in confusion to see a tiny blue Pantoran dragging a massive dodecahedron glowing metal cube behind him. “Can you believe I just found this datacron in the back halls? It’s super heavy and was really hard to get across that giant chasm — why do they even have giant death pits here? It’s so unsafe! Luckily, I just so happened to have a MGGS and was able to grapple…”

There wasn’t even time to process the absolute insanity of that, before his attention was grabbed by the sound of the lift heralding the arrival of several new figures. From the hulking figure of the museum’s security guard, to the absolutely puzzled expression of the teacher and the student she was escorting, as they took in the rampant destruction that had happened in the fifteen minutes that Theron had been left to watch the kids.

Somewhere behind him, a sharp clang echoed as a piece of twisted metal fell from the wall where it had been hanging precariously after the missile strike. That was the precise moment where he gained an acute understanding of what it must have felt like to be Ngani Zho all of those years ago, having to deal with an equally precocious child.

"Look, there's a good explanation for all of this."

It was late, much later than she had anticipated, when Grey had managed to find a moment to herself to try to hopefully salvage the situation with the class trip. The shattered and crestfallen looks on all the children’s faces when she’d had to leave had been absolutely heart wrenching. But like clockwork, Theron had swooped in to help, agreeing to take her place. Her hero, always and forever.

As exhausted as she was after rescuing Arn and addressing the crisis on Manaan, and still trying to shove down the dread at what she might find once she reached Elom, Grey still summoned a convincing enough smile into place as she dialed the frequency of Miss Chobbets’s holocomm hoping that maybe a few words from her would help ease any lingering hurt feelings. 

The elderly Ithorian's face shimmered into life over the holo, and she held up two silent fingers to her twin mouths, a wry smile creeping across her features. Without a word, she swiveled the camera to show a view of the school's shuttle, and Grey's own strained smile melted into something far more genuine.

Tucked away in the back of the shuttle was Theron, his head drooped in slumber as an entire gaggle of exhausted schoolchildren snuggled up to him. The little Wookiee let out a loud snore, but the rest of the group didn't seem to rouse.

"I take it they had a good time?" she asked quietly.

"Oh, very much so," Miss Chobbet said quietly.

"I am glad," Grey replied. "Do pass on my apologies to the class again. Perhaps once this situation is dealt with, we could reschedule another trip."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Miss Chobbet rumbled. "We're all barred from ever returning to the museum, anyway."

"Wait, what?"

"Don't worry, it's not important," the Ithorian continued. "Although would Mister Theron be available to chaperone future trips? The children seem quite taken with him."

As she watched the wavering image of her slumbering husband and his napping charges, hear heart melted just a little more. When faced with a scene like this, how could she argue? "Of course… just promise to take a holo of this for me."

#swtor fanfiction #theron shan x jedi knight #Theron Shan #Female Jedi Knight/Hero of Tython #oc: greyias highwind #otp: adorkable #swtor #fanfic #greyfic #one word prompts #fic two days in a row! #(although this is far less polished)

[psycandy]

✦ W E L C O M E ✦

✦. :: call me psy or candy! she/her mostly or any, i am a female, bisexual, asian, i am above 18, october 28. more about me later on.

to summarize my account: 18+, dom fem/gn reader only, i write futanaris/dickgirls and cuntboys, sometimes I write selfships, all genders and subs are free to read my works/interact. im not as active nor social, yet at least. 16 and below, blank and ageless blogs dni.

✦ . . :: status — asks: closed ✦ requests: closed ✦ i need a bit more time before opening these up ^^ ✦ I have a bunch of drafts, mostly of ethan and konig

the reason as to why i only write fem/gn reader and not male reader is because i just dont like writing male reader, plus im not a male myself and enjoy being a dom as a female since its not very common, i find a female dom much more interesting and hot, im very sorry male reader enjoyers :( i use to write for male reader but it just doesnt feel the same now that i discovered femdom. all genders are still free to read my works or interact, i don't have a grudge or anything against male reader or anyone who's male aligned! thank you for understanding <3 I also won't always write cuntboy character and dickgirl reader, I'll occasionally do afab reader pegging amab character.

dni: 16 and below, blank and ageless blogs, basic dni criteria, shotacon, lolicon, ybc fans, fujoshi/fudanshi, overly obsessed with bl/gl, people who use 'yaoi' or 'yuri'.

current works: Ethan winters (drabble)

i will make a masterlist soon when i post more stuff ✦

✦ . . :: bolded white either means a warning (i write section) or something i will never do no matter what (i don't write section)

i write: aged up (charas that are 16 and up), dark content, incest, yandere, dubcon, power bottom characters (rarely), bottom dom reader (rarely), bottom characters, dom fem/gn reader, omegaverse, dickgirl/futanari, tentacles, some oc x character/self ships, breeding, knife/gun kink, monster/creature (ex. mermaid/merman), cuntboys, blood kink, 3somes or more, polygamy, voyeurism, aphrodisiac, belly bulge, pegging, size difference.

i dont write: reader receiving penetration, scat, piss, amputee, feet, vore, sex while pregnant, extreme r18g/nsfw gore, sub reader, male reader, characters that are 15 or under, irl people, vomit, lots of angst, role switch end of/mid chapter, religion stuff, reader giving blowjob.

extra: i wont write ur req if its not to my liking/interesting but i will for sure respond to thirsts and such ━ on a rare occasion ill write reader be a bottom dom, reader won't be receiving penetration ━ i don't like reader receiving penetration ━ i prefer to see more of the bottom characters dialogue and pleasure rather than the reader, so most of my works won't mention the readers pleasure but there'll be a decent amount of dialogue ━ when I write gn reader I won't specify ur sex, there won't be any sex actually ━ most of my smut writings will be on this account, if u wanna chat or talk in the asks head over to my other account @psycandybutpop :) ━ please don't private dm me immediately, ive got horrible social skills and i prefer my solitude, it also makes me anxious akfjfjf, i don't mind the asks, just don't private dm, tysm for understanding 😞

✦ . . :: MY LITTLE SUNSHINES

no anons yet (｡•́︿•̀｡)

✦. :: WHO/WHAT I WRITE

words in white are my favorites, to find a characters work; search this tag >>*[character] no spaces. aged up charas will be more tame, ill mostly write gn reader with them since it'll be simple

CURRENTLY FIXATED ON: rin itoshi, satan, ethan winters, childe, könig, ghost, soap, horangi, gojo, geto, furina, johnny cage, hinata tachibana, Billy kid, siyun baek, jeongmin.

genshin ━ lumine, albedo, itto, diluc, eula, hu tao, heizou, ayato, shenhe, childe, thoma, xiao, zhongli, dainsleif, alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, zhongli, neuvilette, lyney, lynette, wriothesley, furina.

overwatch ━ genji, zenyatta, ramattra, cassidy, reaper, dva.

star rail ━ caelus, dan heng, gepard, sampo, herta, blade, jing yuan.

demon slayer ━ giyuu, shinobu, mitsuri, rengoku, yoriichi, akaza, douma, genya, haganezuka, aizetsu.

obey me ━ beelzebub, leviathan, mammon, satan, solomon.

jujutsu kaisen ━ yuji, gojo, megumi, geto, toji, maki, yuta.

other ━ kalpas, kiana kaslana, fuhua, karamatsu matsuno, jyushimatsu matsuno, tendou satori, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio, atsumu miya, osamu miya, usahara tobikichi, iketeru daga, uramichi omota, tamaki amajiki, shoto todoroki, hitoshi shinso, loid forger, yor forger, monika.

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✦ . . :: TAGS

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>>*rants (nsfw babbles n stuff)

>>*stepcest

>>*guns

>>*knifes

>>*branding

>>*dickgirl

>>*cuntboy

>>*omegaverse

>>*power bottom reader

>>*tentacles

>>*psy's selfships

>>*monster

>>*aged up

>>*fem reader

>>*gn reader

>>*reblogs

#no tags yet im not ready #i just needed to finally post this

[ashesofangst]

duo names for egos? you know, like how dsmp has duo, trio, and group names. i wanna see what you think are good duo names for them.

Alright gonna list them, but you’re all welcome to disagree or agree! Some of them are based on lore, some of them are based on personal headcanons, and some are based on headcanons everyone has!

Dark and Anti - Void Duo (Because in DvA, they’re fighting over a void).

Chase and Henrik - Dad Duo (Because in cannon, Chase is a Dad, and I think Henrik mentioned having kids as well as a wife so-).

Marvin and Bim - Spotlight Duo (Because Marvin is a magician, and Bim is a gameshow host).

Marvin and Jackie - Power Duo (Because Marvin is a powerful magician, and Jackie is a powerful superhero).

Jackie and Chase - Brothers/Media Duo (Because I hc them to be brothers and because Chase runs a YouTube channel, and Jackie has to have faced press at least once as a hero).

JJ and Marvin - 20’s Duo (Because JJ is from the 1920s, and in the video with Marvin, I’m pretty sure it the book’s printing was 1920-something).

JJ and Anti - Conspiracy/Possession/Puppet Duo (Because there’s so many conspiracies that I’ve seen about the two of them and because Anti has possessed him before).

JJ and Wilford - Mustache Duo (Because mustache).

Dark and Wilford - Old Friend Duo (Because they’re old friends).

Dark and Actor - Date Duo (Because ADWM).

Actor and Wilford - Murderer Duo (Because both have killed someone).

Actor and Bim - Lights, Camera, Action! Duo (Because both are stars).

Angus and Anti - Knife Duo (Because fanart of Angus with knives, and Anti is known for knives).

Anti and Robbie - Undead Duo (Because undead).

Henrik and Anti - Antidepressants Duo (Because of the video that made Henrik just dip for a year-)

I have more, but this all I have for now. Feel free to comment and/or reblog with your versions! I’d love to here them!

#the ashes speak #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #markiplier #markiplier egos #darkliplier #antisepticeye #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #jameson jackson #wilford warfstache #actor mark #angus irwin #angus the survival hunter #robbie the zombie #adwm #a date with markiplier #who killed markiplier #wkm #iswm #in space with markiplier #ahwm #a heist with markiplier

[circadianaa]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008)

Relationship: CT-5512 | Cadaver/Duke

Characters: CT-5512 | Cadaver, Duke (OC) Druzaranth'idae | Druzy (OC) (Mentioned) Dvas Zhri (OC) (Mentioned)

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"Dav?"

The human steps into the light. He has curly black hair and wire-frame glasses that look like they'll need to be fixed, sitting a little crooked on his face. His cheekbones are high and his jaw, surely square and strong, is covered by a well-groomed beard. His eyes are deep-set and tar-black, rimmed by thick eyelashes. If Cadaver looks for long enough, he'll notice the soft curves of an abstract tattoo tracing the lines of the man's cheek arching past his temple and disappearing into his hairline. It's not the face of a stranger.

"Duke," the soldier breathes.

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Cadaver and Duke reunite months after an argument. It's not the most peaceful occasion.

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Hey all! I posted this fic on AO3 a while ago but I wanted to make sure everything was settled with updating you all on Cadaver and Duke's stories before I posted anything about it here. I wrote this largely to help me develop some stuff for their rewrite, but it sort of grew legs of its own and took off into 4k words of Cadaver and Duke sorting shit out. I'd be honored if anyone took the time to read! <3

#circawrites #clone medic cadaver #duke and cadaver #duke

[sanguintic]

Now that I am off twitter I'm going to make my claim for my rare pair cuz this will go into a bottomless pit:

Lucio x Kiriko

Listen like yeah Kiriko was just introduced so we don't know her whole story and is stuck in the same limbo as Hanzo of where exactly she'll be fitting into the Overwatch lore. I however just think her and Lucio would be fun since who else is stuck in this limbo? The man himself, Lucio (he at least hasn't yet to be recruited ircc in the New Blood comics).

They both have this strong sense of justice to what's best by their family and by their community as a whole.

Lucio stole back the technology his dad created from Vishkar to protect his hometown and later aid Orisa and Efi in running out Doomfist in The Hero of Numbani (this is secondhand info I could be wrong).

From what little we know of Kiriko she became what Hanzo and Genji couldn't: a solid balance of familial expectations and one's own needs. She strongly believes in upholding her mother's training while still appreciating and harnessing the fox spirit from her grandmother to protect the town she cares for (along with some donuts despite her mother's wishes lol).

From a lore standpoint- they've never interacted but when has that ever stopped this fandom (*cough cough* yeehan *cough cough*)?

Anyways I have some voice lines from the game that when I heard them I was fully surprised (also bless Overwatch Interactions on YT for having this lol):

So something I've noticed over the years playing overwatch is that Lucio is a pretty confident guy and he isn't one to be shy around the girls (mainly seeing his interactions with DVA but maybe it's just a mutual understanding between super stars). What got me is this typically confident guy gets all nervous over Kiriko mentioning she listened to his album?

Why?

Kiriko is more of a local hero if anything and has no stake in the music game- why wouldn't he have his typical approach of the overly cheery attitude we hear in other voicelines in the game? Idk it's what got my brainrot started.

The other voiceline is mainly just that Kiriko, despite her sarcastic delivery seems genuinely interested in not *just* Lucio's music but Lucio. Well, at least interested in his musical interests if anything.

Anyways that's my rant on the fox and the frog of Overwatch 2, I'm done being insane

#kirikoxlucio #lucioxkiriko #kiriko #lucio #overwatch #overwatch 2 #shitpost #karlchats

[frees-erotic-writings]

Official muse list

Note: A name that's been italicized is an oc that belongs to someone else, a name that's been boldened, and italicized is mine.

RWBY: Team RWBY, Team CORS, Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, Coco Adel, Velvet Scarletina, Fox Alister, Team NDGO, Jaune Arc, Sun Wukong, Glynda Goodwitch, Ilia Amolita, Kali Belladonna, Ghira Belladonna, Sienna Khan, Winter Schnee, Willow Schnee, Raven Branwen, Summer Rose, Vernal, Emerald Sustrai, Cinder Fall, Salem (Human/Grimm), Grimm, Hozukimaru Wukong, Lyon, Jade, Meryl, Jade, Baelz Zirconia, Zephyr Nikos Zirconia, Lupin Nikos Zirconia, Scarlet Nikos Zirconia, Bast Belladonna Zirconia, Shrike Branwen Zirconia, Desmond Caine, Pewter Pegasi, Wes Goldmane, Terra Firma, Rose Crimson, Crimson Wilde, Sable Leone, Jade Inaba.

Naruto: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno/Uchiha, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga/Uzumaki, Hanabi Hyuuga, TenTen, Temari, Anko Mitarashi, Kurenai Yuuhi, Tsunade Senju, Konan, Sarada Uchiha.

Bleach: Rukia Kuchiki, Yoruichi Shihoin, Orihime Inoue, Tatsuki Arisawa, Rangiku Matsumoto, Soi-Fon, Retsu Unohana, Isane/Kyone Kotetsu, Nanao Isei, Tier Harribell, Neliel Tu Odelschwanck, Apace, Sun-Sun, Mila Rose.

One Piece: Nami, Nico Robin.

Attack on mid: Mikasa Akerman, Annie Lionheart, Potato Girl.

Hellsing: Seras Victoria, Rip Van Winkle, Zorrin Blitz.

Overloard: Albedo, Narberal Garma.

DragonBall: Bulma Briefs, Mrs Briefs/MILF/GILF, Chi-Chi, Android 18, Future 18, Android 21, Majin 21, Launch, Videl Satan, Frieza Force goons.

BNHA: Izuku Midoriya, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Ochacko Uraraka, Momo Yayorozu, Jirou, Nejire Hado, Mitsuki Bakugo, Rumi Usagiama, Midight, Mt Lady, Nomu.

YU-GI-OH: Teá Gardner, Ishizu Ishtar, Mai Valentine, Black Magian Girl, Alexis Rhodes, Jasmine, Mindy, Akiza Izinski.

Game of Thrones: Denerys Targeryean.

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Ginney Weasely, Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Fleur Deacour, Nymphadora Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange.

Pokémon: Delia Ketchum, Jessie, Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, Cynthia, Arezu, Nessa, Bea, Nemona, Penny, Sada.

Sailor Moon: All inner and outer Senshi

Cyberpunk: V, Panam Palmer, Judy Alvares, Lucy, Joey Brass.

Claymore: Clare, Cassandra, Jeane.

Rosario + Vampire: Outer Moka, Inner Moka, Mizore Shirayuki, Tsurara Shirayuki, Kurumu Kurono, Ageha Kurono, Ruby Tojo, Nokonome.

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: Jolene Cujoh.

Ghost in the Shell: Motoko Kusanagi

Avatar/TLOK: Toph Beifong, Katara, Suki, Azula, Zuko, Mai, Ty-lee, Ju Dee, Korra, Asami Sato.

Familiar of Zero: Kirche Zerbst, Henrietta de Tristain, Tiffania Westwood, Tabitha, Longvelle.

Helluva Boss: Millie, Loona, Verosika.

DC comics: Starfire, Blackfire, Raven (Rachel Roth), Terra, Wonder Woman, Batgirl (Barbra Gordon), Catwoman, Power Girl, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy.

Marvel Comics: Gwen Stacy, Marry Jane Watson, Felicia Hardy/Black Cat, Rogue, Kitty Pride, Storm, Mystique.

Scooby-Doo: Velma, Daphne, Hex Girls.

Dragon Age: Cousland, Hawke, Inquisitor, Morrigan, Lelliana, Anora, Merrill, Isabella, Cassandra, Bethany Hawke, Sera, Josephine Montillyet.

Mass Effect: Sheppard, Liara T'Soni, Aria T'Loak.

Disney/Pixar/Dreamworks: Princess Jasmine, Esmerelda, Arora, Belle, Ariel (human), Kida, Chel, Helen Parr/Elastigirl, Violet Parr, Pocahontas, Nani Pelakai, Moana, Mavis Dracula, Jessica Rabbit.

Star Wars: Ahsoka Tano, Shaak-Ti, Barriss Offee, Luminara Unduli, Ayla Seccura, Bastilla Shan, Mission Vao, Juhanni, Kira Carsen, Vette, Vaylin, Lana Beniko, Darth Talon, Rey Palpatine.

Ben 10: Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster.

Final Fantasy: Yuna, Rikku, Payne, Tifa Lockheart, Yuffie Kisaragi, Aireth Gainsborough, Ashelia B'Nargain Dalmasca, Fran, Lightning/Clair Farron, Y'shtola Rhul.

LoZ: Link, Zelda, Imp Midna, Twilight Princess Midna, Urbosa.

Fire Emblem: Lyndis, Minaeva, Shiida, Robin/Grima (M/F), Cordelia, Tharja, Olivia, Corrin (M/F), Camilla, Hinoka, Kageru, Dorothea, Edelgard, Lysithea.

Overwatch: Tracer, Dva, Mercy, Pharah, Sombra, Widowmaker, Ashe.

Elder Scrolls: Aela the Huntress, Mjoll the Lioness, Serana Volkihar.

Fantasy/D&D: Pike Trickfoot, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Delilah Briarwood, Nott the Brave, Yasha, Beau, Jester Lavorre, Imogen, Laudna, Werewolves, Mind Flayers, Orcs, The Devils of Emon, Nadûr, Korrin.

Kuroneiu: Olga Discordia, Cloe Discordia.

Action Taimanin: Ingrid, Oboro, Asagi Igawa, Sakura Igawa, Yatsu Murasaki.

Kingdom Hearts: Aqua, Anti-Aqua, Kairi, Xion, Namine, Larxene, Arlux.

This list is subject to change, as there may be muses I've forgotten, or decide I don't want to write for anymore.

#official muse list

[unnerving-presence]

who do you think the stars members would main in overwatch lmao

wesker would main hog cause he knows his ass is meta and doesn’t give a singular shit how broken he is. he actually loves it. mald harder fucker he doesn’t care. when hog gets nerfed he’ll play sojourn w mercy pocket (demands rebecca pockets him cause they’ll win)

brad would main torb because the turret carries him LMFAOO he sucks ass but gets rlly proud when he gets play

jill is an ana and widow connoisseur. ends up losing most games anyways if she isn’t playing w chris.

chris is stupid as fuck so he plays rein so he can dump all of his braincells into his hammer (he solo ults ppl he doesn’t like and says that shatter is just an ability with a longer cooldown)

kenneth plays sym cause he don’t wanna sweat the man just wants to play peacefully 😭 ends up looking like a sweat anyways

forest also mains rein and says he’s better than chris. they probably have competitions of who can get more kills than the either. he prob types “tank diff” if he’s doing good LMAO

enrico saw soldier in the tutorial and was just like “he is my life now” prob one tricks him but can also play cassidy

edward loves ball. ball only. he don’t never switch. ball is life

rebecca mains kiriko and mercy. outstanding support and is ranked lower than she should be ☹️☹️ everyone demands she pockets them if she goes mercy.

barry sucks at everyone he plays. he thinks moira is very simple so he plays her a lot. he unintentionally does more damage than healing cause he don’t know what he doin

richard plays dva and sojourn and claims he isn’t that good when he’s absolutely amazing

[playedbetter]

🏭 🔒 for dva

[ 🏭 ] is your muse happy with their job or career path? why or why not?

She's happy with being a mech pilot and proud to be protecting her home. It makes her feel like a superhero and do a level of good she never imagined she could do beforehand. She doesn't like the idol aspects of it, having to tailor her apparence and personality for the public, it just feels pointless in the face of all the danger she faces. The fact that she's propaganda hasn't really registered to her.

Ultimately her point of view is that of a 19 who is being exploited. Pretty much a child solider and star wrapped into one. That's going to leave some damage.

[ 🔒 ] what are your muse’s most negative traits? how do these traits influence their lives?

In her persona it would be overconfidence which leads her to be somewhat abrasive to more experienced fighters and her elders.

In her real personality it would be her tendency to put herself second which means she rarely partakes in self care and has no hesitation to put herself in danger. Everything and everyone is more important and deserving of protection than her.

#dva; meta & headcanons

[emeraldvsociety]

Intro Post!(?)

I caved and made a tumblr 😏 Hey y’all 😏 Welcome to my braindump.

Quick intro:

Pronouns: she/her

Name: Em(?)

90% of what I post on here is probably going to resemble shit-posting because I’m going to be honest—I take myself way too seriously on social media and it’s nice to just let my inner thoughts go crazy. I’m going to post on here like it’s my finsta (minus the thirst traps) (Maybe). I will also probably rarely post on here because idk I don’t know how Tumblr works quite yet, and I don’t want to make a fool out of myself.

Okay if you’re going to read any of these dumb notes read THIS ONE: I am VERY passionate about Domestic Violence Awareness because (spoiler alert) I nearly lost my life to domestic violence (the spoiler is that I lived). As such, I am heavily involved in the DVA community. I meet a lot of people with similar and slightly different stories to my own, and I’ve been exposed to and know plenty about abusive dynamics. My point is, I am not comfortable writing/reading certain relationship dynamics because it makes me uncomfy. I’m more sensitive than most to this type of stuff so please respect that I will not write and actively avoid anything involving ANYTHING that might be seen as a slippery slope toward abuse.

Now, I know fiction is fiction and all that jazz so that being said: I don’t hate it if anyone ships something in the grey area. That’s totally fine! Literally, I do not care. Just please do not ask me to WRITE anything involving boss/employee, teacher/student, officer/subordinate, abuser/victim, huge age gaps, etc. I will actively avoid content like this, and I CAN NOT write it (unless there’s clear commentary that it’s BAD). This doesn’t mean that I can’t interact with people do create it either. If you want to know the specifics of my boundaries feel free to ask. If I could do anything in this world, it would be to purge it of the violence I faced. I can’t do that, but I can put out a creative form that emphasizes that love should never hurt. Minors please DNI. A minor does not need to be interacting with a junior in college working on grad school apps fr.

Requests are welcome! Especially for Dad Harwin and Strong Babies ficlets! However, I will say that I only write one longfic per year and that honor goes to Man on the Moon (and its brewing sequel) so just keep that in mind.

I actively avoided getting into fandoms because… listen y’all… I have been a Star Wars super fan since I was three. I wrote my first SW fanfic when I was like seven (I still have it—I honestly might post it because it’s adorable). My point is though, I KNOW how toxic the SW fandom is, so please do not bring that around me. It just sucks the joy out of me. So if I seem hesitant to engage in the community that is why.

HOWEVER, if you are Team Green, you are more than welcome to spew fictional politics on my posts. It’s part of the reason I love the HOTD fandom. It’s so immersive lmfao. But! I am allowed to attack your fictional politics back. I am literally here to spread Team Black Propaganda!

Something I will not tolerate is ANY FORM OF MISOGYNY. As a lover of women, it is my sworn duty, m’kay? Please respect women. This means ANY type of misogyny. This also applies to biphobia or anything I deem as anti-lesbian.

I am bipolar (2) and my hypomanic episodes really drive my writing up. So if you’re ever like “wow how tf did EmeraldTeller86 manage to write 10k worth of nsfw material” it’s likely because of my hypomania. Anyway! I am medicated and managed so please do not worry. The only side effect of my (hypo)mania is overly wordy pieces. It’s my outlet ig.

I haven’t been writing NSFW pieces for that long so if you’re like “wow this is cringe” y’know I probably somewhat agree. But I’m allowed to be cringe as long as it’s not on the main. Just let me have fun, dammit! I have to be the standard of beauty on the main and live up to impossible expectations so let me be cringe here!

I am a trust fund baby. And while I say that in a “haha you can make fun of me for being a spoiled brat” way, I also want to acknowledge my privilege and just let y’all know that if I do ever say something insensitive let me know! I am a person (despite layers of internet screens and manic tendencies) with empathy. I never want my existence or anything I put into existence to cause harm.

The Slayyter Remix of “Gimme More” describes my life pretty well tbh.

I am mostly in CST, but I'm occasionally in CEST / GMT + 1, and rarely in HKT / UTC + 8.

I’m in my prescribed flop era rn. In active recovery tho. Kind of.

I AM STILL NOT OVER MY CRISTON COLE CRACK FIC BLOWING UP ON TIKTOK LMFAO. Top Ten Funniest Moments of my life.

I love to read! So if you want to send me anything please feel free!

If you know my real name please don’t reveal it 🥴 I don’t want Society to win!

I’m thinking about posting weekly updates (just of life ig? Song of the week, book I’m currently reading, how my writing is going, etc).

Once again, I do not know how Tumblr works so please be patient as I learn the etiquette around these parts.

I'll pin this later if need be. Ig

[svyatoiy]

  ҉     CHARACTER INTERVIEW.

⊱   BASICS

NAME:    alina starkova. NICKNAME(S):    alya,  linka,   little girl,   sticks. ALIASES:    the sun summoner,  sol koroleva,  the sun saint,  rebe dva stolba,  sankta alina,  marya. AGE:    21 at the beginning of shadow and bone  &  24 at the beginning of king of scars.     her aging is incredibly slow though;   on the physical side she appears to be in her twenties for a very long time. SPECIES:    grisha.

⊱   PERSONAL

MORALITY:    lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true RELIGION:    none. SINS:    greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES:    chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES:    ravkan,  and some shu.     after the events of the s&b trilogy,  she takes shu lessons at the little palace and eventually becomes fluent.    after that she dabbles a bit with fjerdan and kerch lessons,  but she never works with it long enough for the languages to stick. SECRETS:    before s&b it is obviously her grisha nature,  which is kept secret even to herself.     after the events of r&r,  her general identity once she leaves the little palace behind is an obvious secret,  but most of all what she keeps to herself is the effect of the merzost on her mind.   (  instability,  having to battle an insatiable thirst for power and greed,  you know the lot!  )

⊱   PHYSICAL

BUILD:    scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average     (  although after the war,  when she has fully recovered from the wasting sickness as well as the immediate effect of using merzost during the final battle in the fold,  i imagine she gains a healthy amount of weight.     in modern verses i also imagine alina would hover around the curvy section once she’s out of college and has a steady / decent paycheck.     it’s that love of pastries and a healthy home life + support system!  ) HEIGHT:    around 1.63m. SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS:    a scar in her palm from when she cut herself in order to not be taken away by grisha testers as a child,  general scars from her time in the army as well as the war. ABILITIES  /  POWERS:    she’s a sun summoner,  meaning she can summon light stemming from the sun,  the stars and the moon.     however it is only when she receives her second amplifier that she realises her powers are not solely tied to the sun. RESTRICTIONS:    she’s one of the most powerful grisha to ever live but that does not mean she is immortal.     she can bleed,  she feels pain and it is possible to kill her even if it takes more than it would to take down an otkazat’sya.

⊱   FAVORITES

FOOD:    anything rich with flavour and spices.    additionally she has a bit of a sweet tooth and loves anything pastry related. DRINK:    anything that’ll send her off into a good night’s sleep.    as for non-alcohol drinks:   herbal and oolong tea,  homemade orange and apple juice,  hot chocolate on a cold day. PIZZA TOPPING:    she’s a girl of my own heart so she’s definitely a pepperoni gal. COLOR:    gold and blue are her two main colours derived from her original kefta,  but anything sunrise or sunset related screams her name as well. MUSIC GENRE:    anything with strings in it really.     modern alina loves all the sad girl bops. BOOK GENRE:    history books,   especially those related to shu han  ─  anything to make her feel connected to her mother and their heritage.     after the war and her life has settled i imagine she’d enjoy a romance every now and then,  but i don’t think she has the patience or peace of mind to actually sit down and read something so frivolous.  MOVIE GENRE:    she’s a scaredy cat so anything but horror! CURSE WORD:    for modern alina it’s all of them hehe!     as for canon alina she definitely also has a potty mouth,  having picked it up in the army.     given her clumsiness and all-around tendency for chaos i imagine a variation of f*ck is her favourite,  or at the very least her most used,  curse word. SCENTS:    lavender and cedarwood,  mixed with smidges of ink and charcoal.

⊱   FUN STUFF

SONGS:    various storms and saints ─ florence and the machine  /  science and blood tests ─ highasakite  /  no rest for the wicked ─ lykke li  /  the lakes ─ taylor swift  /  sunlight ─ hozier. AESTHETIC:    the sun streaming through lace curtains,  the library in the little palace,  a clearing in the middle of the woods filled with wildflowers,  the flap of a tent blowing gently in the wind,  spilled ink,  maps,  an empty church,  freckles and a sunburn,  the reflection of the sun on the surface of the ocean,  a candelabra covered in wax,  a white stag. SINGS IN THE SHOWER:    unfortunately yes. LIKES PUNS:    if in a good mood then yes,  she’s easily entertained!

tagged:   sunshine itself @wrrnth tagging:    @notodin  @voidbeings  ( ira )   @parabathai  ( jude or aleksandr )   @listmny​  @occultives​  +  anyone who wants to!

#⋮ ✺ ⋄ ⊱ i. — notes. ⊰ condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one‚ unwilling to be the other. #this was fun! i love thinking about alya