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marvelstoriesepic · 2 months

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Listen to your gut

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky is assigned on a Hydra mission. Letting him venture back in the lion’s den without backup sets a deep unsettling dread knotting your stomach. Drowning out logic and reason you beg him to stay.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: angst, fluff

author’s note: Soft!Bucky here y’all

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Something was wrong.

You knew it the moment you stepped foot in the debriefing room, getting unpleasantly greeted by those red tentacles of the Hydra symbol. A triggering wave of unease washed over you and a chill ran down your spine. The stark contrast of the red tentacles against the whiteboard felt like a sinister omen, a reminder of current dangers.

Technically you were on bed rest due to two broken ribs you received during the last mission you had with Steve, Nat, and Clint. Normally Bucky would join any mission you participated in even if he wasn’t needed but he couldn’t fathom the thought of not being able to protect you and stay in your reach.

Unfortunately though Tony, Banner, and he flew to Wakanda a few days prior due to research purposes on his new arm. Bucky wanted you to join him but since you were leading a training program for the new coming shield agents you were tied to the compound.

Already unpleased Bucky surely wasn’t happy to hear that you and the others got called in last minute and were already on your way to Siberia. He couldn’t get any updates on you the whole day and felt pretty helpless in Wakanda. He knew you were more than capable of holding your own in any situation. Your skills were unparalleled, your determination was unwavering. But despite his confidence in your abilities, he couldn’t shake the gnawing worry that gripped his heart. He loved you. And he worried. And he hated the thought of you being out there fighting the bad guys instead of crunching on chips on the couch, sparring with Nat, or joking with Sam all safe and sound in the compound.

So when Bucky heard of what you injured he was reeling. He couldn’t keep still, asked about updates on you every two minutes, scared a few kids with his glares after not being able to connect and talk to you on the first try and annoyed even Tony, usually immune to Bucky’s intensity, to the point where he was willing to fly back to the compound earlier than wanted.

After being able to communicate, you told him you’d be fine and you’d just be on bed rest for the next two weeks and he should just stay there until everything’s figured out but Bucky wasn’t hearing any of that. He just wanted to get home, hold his girl, and see for himself that you were truly okay.

So here you were, one week later sitting on a chair next to Bucky and looking up to Steve, who started detailing the mission plan, with that looming dread blooming in your stomach, refusing to be ignored.

You knew it wasn’t necessary for you to be here and listen to a mission plan you couldn’t participate in but it included Bucky. Healing took him a lot of time and you all knew he wasn’t completely over it. He never will be. How could anyone blame him? So you weren’t gonna let him sit through this alone to talk and hear about the organization that held him captive so many decades of his life.

Said man was currently sitting next to you, he scooted your chair to knock at his before you even sat on it to have you as near as possible. Your thighs were touching and his hand was linked to yours resting in your lap. Although it should probably be hard for him to sit here and hear Steve talk about those people while seeing them in pictures right beside him, Bucky’s main worry was you.

But you were uncomfortable. Not because of your injuries, you forgot them the second you got here, but because of that pit in your gut that wouldn’t stop increasing.

Bucky's gaze lingered on your profile a little longer the next time he looked at you, a slight crease in his brow. His concern for you was evident in every glance, every reassuring touch, but even his unwavering support couldn’t dispel the growing sense of unease that knotted your stomach. You knew you had no logical reason to feel this way, no tangible evidence of danger, but the nagging voice in the back of your mind refused to be silenced.

His name called by Steve made Bucky's head turn away from you but his grip didn’t falter.

As Steve spoke, his words washing over you like a distant murmur, you found it increasingly difficult to focus. Despite your best efforts, the details of the mission blurred together, overshadowed by the relentless drumbeat of your anxiety.

A squeeze of your hand helped you return your focus and you looked over to Bucky, his concerned gaze already on you. You sat up straighter, squeezed his hand back, and gave him a curt nod and a quick kiss on his cheek. With that, you moved your gaze toward Steve and pretended to listen.

Bucky’s focus was entirely on you still while he moved your joined hands to his mouth and kissed your knuckles affectionately. He was adamant about talking to you now, wanting to chase away whatever shadows were clouding your mind, but he knew this wasn’t the time.

You actually caught a few things here and there about what Bucky's tasks would be on that mission during the rest of the meeting and although it was pretty simple, especially for a 6ft super soldier with a metal arm, your worries didn’t ease. It also didn’t exactly relax you knowing he wouldn’t have any backup.

As the meeting drew to a close, you rose from your seat, your hand still firmly clasped in Buckys. His touch grounded you, anchoring you to the present as you navigated the seemingly endless hallway back to your room. With each step, the weight of your worries grew heavier, your hands trembling with the force of your emotions. Your bottom lip was hurting through the pull your teeth had on it. Bucky didn’t let go of you once. He opted to move his arm around you and pulled you into his side, kissing your head softly every now and then, and didn’t let up until you entered your room.

He closed the door with his foot and turned you to face him, moving his hands up to your face to cup your cheeks and take a better look at you.

“Baby what’s-”

“Don’t go!” you just blurted it out, interrupting him. But you needed to say it.

Bucky blinked, a little flashed at your urgency and the near desperation lacing your features. He swiped his thumbs over your cheeks, lips parted and searching your face. He took a breath but before he was able to utter a word you forestalled him.

“Don’t go on that mission Bucky!” you pleaded, voice wavering. It felt ridiculous and absurd to beg him to stay, to ask him to set aside his duty for the sake of your own fears. Missions were his job after all and you couldn’t explain what you were feeling exactly but just thinking about Bucky venturing into the heart of Hydra once again without any backup knocked your breath away, logic and reason drowned out. You couldn’t bear the idea of him facing such dangers alone, not after all he had been through.

Feeling hot and cold at the same time you felt goose bumps rising on your arms underneath your sweater. You didn’t need to see them to know they were there, desperately holding onto Bucky's wrists, clinging to him as if he were the only anchor keeping you grounded. Nothing you did however shook the feeling that something was wrong, that sending your Bucky into the lion’s den without any backup was a recipe for disaster.

Bucky ran his hand over your hair. He picked up on your elaborate breaths and your heartbeat increased erratically. You couldn’t even feel the normally soothing contrast of flesh and metal on your skin.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he whispered softly and leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m here, sweetheart. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Your teeth were still grinding on your lip until Bucky lifted his thumb to your chin to get it out of its death grip. He smothered the irritation on your lips with his finger while you avoided looking at him. You didn’t know how to explain your sneaking suspicion, didn’t know how he’d react to you just having some gut feeling. Cause that’s all it was. But if there was something you remembered of your grandmother it was to always listen to your gut sweetheart. It may save lives one day. You kept that in mind, a comforting reminder of the importance of trusting your instincts.

In junior high, you got asked out on a date by some guy a little older than you. You said yes and excitedly dolled yourself up later that day. But before you even got to leave the house, you felt it. A shiver ran down your spine, muscles contorted, and that uncomfortable dread loomed inside your stomach. Your body was basically screaming at you to turn away from the doorknob and not to leave the house. You listened. You sent the guy a quick apology saying something important came up and stayed inside. Up until today, you didn’t know if that suspicion was justified but you didn’t hear anything from that guy again.

Now, faced with a similar feeling of unease, you couldn’t ignore the warning signs that your body was sending you.

Your name being called, uncertain and concerned, cut through the haze of your thoughts. Baby blue eyes reached your vision again, Bucky having tilted your head to meet his gaze. You cleared your throat, a lump burning there.

“Uhm..I,” you took a shaken breath, “I just-” Your brows were furrowed and you closed your eyes for a second to get a hold of yourself and gather your thoughts.

Bucky still ran gentle fingers along your cheekbones, his body pressed against yours with his chest leaning back a bit to see you better. Worry lines creased his forehead, brows pulled together almost painfully and with a look so perturbed and as anxious as you although you hadn’t voiced what was on your apprehensive mind yet.

“I just feel like…” your voice trailed off, words faltering as you struggled to articulate the unease gnawing at you from within. You bit the inside of your cheek, but Bucky's light nod encouraged you to continue despite your doubts. “I just have a bad feeling about all this,”you finally managed to say, the admission leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

God, how would he think of you? Making such a fuss and worrying him out of his mind to tell him all you had was a bad feeling. You felt ridiculous again, burdening Bucky with your irrational fears when logic dictated otherwise. Letting out a huff at yourself you tried to leave Bucky’s hold, but he wouldn’t budge.

His metal arm wound around your back, pressing you back in his chest, the worry lines on his face might as well be permanent by now. He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. They were still so soft and understanding behind all the agitation. “A bad feeling?” he repeated, his voice gentle and devoid of judgment. All you could hear was his concern for your frenzy state.

Taking a deep breath you looked back at him. “Yeah, I just- I have that kinda gut feeling something’s gonna happen and I...I don’t know I-”

“Hey,” Bucky called again, moving his metal hand up and down your spine. “It’s alright baby. Steve said I probably won’t even have to engage in combat too much. It’s a quick in and out for all of us. It’s not an active base, we’re just there to gather intel.”

“Then they could do this without you.”

Bucky’s patient and understanding expression softened. “Theoretically they could,” he conceded. “But I’m good at going in there baby, don’t worry your pretty little head. And Steve would have sent somebody with me if he thought it wasn’t safe.”

You shook your head, frustration clear to see on your face. He just didn’t get it. And you couldn’t blame him for that. He was still not used to someone worrying about him. He was the last person to worry about himself and it broke your heart the first time you met him as it did now. He didn’t understand that you couldn’t live if something was to happen to him. So if your gut feeling could save his life you sure as hell would make him believe it was worth it.

“Buck!” It came out as a desperate plea, your voice cracking with desperation. Tears welled in your eyes as you clung to him, fists clenched tightly around his shirt “I’m begging you, please don’t go!” Your words were barely above a whisper, but the intensity of your plea spoke volumes.

All you could think about was the thought of losing him, the unbearable pain that would consume you if he were to be harmed. Your fear was raw and unfiltered, laid bare for him to see.

His initial reassurance fell away as he realized the depth of your fear, your vulnerability tearing at his own resolve. “Hey, look at me doll!” He grabbed your face in both hands again, wiping a lone tear away that left your eye. His expression grew painfully serious. “Don’t cry baby, please! It’s alright!”

He leaned down to press his lips to your forehead. More tears slipped past your lashes onto your cheeks and Bucky wiped them away immediately, looking pained himself.

With gentle hands, he kept cradling your face, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, his own eyes betraying the turmoil within him, so he squeezed them shut.

“Don’t go!” you whispered again, closing your eyes. It was all you could say.

He couldn’t bear to see you in such anguish, couldn’t fathom leaving your side when you needed him most. His forehead rested on yours. “I won’t go! Won’t go, baby, I’ll stay here.” He repeated his words as a mantra tugging you in a tightened embrace while whispering promises in your ear, his face in your hair.

Bucky’s heart clenched at the sight of your distress, his own anxiety rising in response to your tears and pleas. Your love for him was a beacon in the darkness of his past, a light that guided him through even the toughest of times. His thoughts often played with him by giving him scenarios of you dying. Of him losing you and what that would mean to his life. Well, he wouldn’t have a life anymore. Facing the possibility that you would feel the same if something were to happen to him was both, a burden and a relief. He felt a sense of helplessness wash over him. You always prided him on being strong, but in that moment, he felt powerless in the face of your fear.

You mourning his loss was a reality he couldn’t bear to contemplate, a future he refused to accept. So he did what he had to. He vowed to stay by your side, to forsake the mission and the risks it entailed in favor of your well-being.

He knew about the gravity of his choice. Steve would have to replan the whole thing, although he might be understanding, but this couldn’t necessarily be said about the other team members. Maybe he’ll be benched on the next few missions. But you finding the courage to confront your fears and laying yourself bare like that to him made him immensely proud. So in that moment, none of the consequences mattered. All that mattered was you, your safety, and the certainty of your love.

His words were a balm to your frazzled nerves, a soothing melody in the chaos of your mind. You clung to him, hands making wrinkles in his shirt, feeling grateful beyond words, and breathed in the comfort of his presence. The storm of your anxiety slowly ebbed away.

In that moment, Bucky made a silent vow to cherish every moment with you, to protect you at all costs, and to never take your love for granted. And as he held you close, he silently prayed that your gut feeling was nothing more than a passing fear, a shadow in the night soon to be dispelled by the light of dawn.

#bucky barnes x reader fluff #soft!bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #soft bucky #bucky x y/n #james buchanan barnes #the avengers #avenger reader #avenger!reader #marvel #marvel bucky barnes #marvel fluff

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bonefall · 7 months

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Question: Since the mutation that makes sphynx cats nakey (their hair is fragile and sucks) can just happen at random. How would a Clan treat a nakey cat born among them? Could they make them a coat?

I think, at first, there would be concern that it's some kind of sign. Hairlessness looks like mange, a very serious and contagious condition. This could be a terrible omen-- that mange will be brought down to us.

But it would become apparent the kitten isn't a fader, it isn't a StarClan warrior who came down to deliver the others, or a mere sign. It's pink and wrinkled, like a newborn rodent, but moves as the other kits do. Did StarClan... forget its fur?

There's another feared creature without any fur-- humans. It looks human.

I think the poor thing would have a lot of problems with the other cats its age and maybe the more superstitious members of the Clan, but a warrior of the Clan is a warrior of the Clan. Life would be harder for them, but there would still be love that exists.

They'd be capable of making them a coat, and they WOULD need it, but I can see that cat trying to go without it for fear of being made fun of. That's another thing humans do-- wear pelts all over themselves because they have no fur of their own.

Unfortunately they'd also be prone to a ton of really bad health problems. This poor guy would be in the Cleric's den a lot, and may need to retire early or focus on campbound activities.

Health problems;

Pelt is a LOT weaker; injuries from battle or even training would be a lot more severe, Cleric may recommend them not taking part in fights.

Skin becomes filthy, and needs special cleaning. There is no fur to absorb the oil that the skin naturally makes to keep the coat healthy, causing buildup.

Even with proper cleaning, the skin is super prone to rashes, lesions, and constant irritation. Wash TOO MUCH and the skin will become dry and chapped.

SUNBURN. Especially in WindClan, where the warrior might spend a lot of time on the open moor in daylight, and RiverClan, where light reflecting off the water could cause an intense burn. It would be recommended the warrior take night shifts, but this could be an issue because night is cold. (BB!Cats are crepuscular).

Additionally; such severe, uniquely-placed sunburns are something Clerics wouldn't see very often. Lack of medical experience with these sorts of injuries could prove dangerous.

Ear infections. Cats naturally have hair in their ears, which their earwax production accounts for.

Both heatstroke AND frostbite. Very bad temperature regulation leading to severe ailments. Fur helps stabilize body temperature.

So in conclusion...

Life would be very difficult for this individual. Fur isn't just full-body hair; it's almost as fundamental as a top layer of skin. This would be a serious disability for a Clan cat to have, and it may invoke the image of detested humans leading to social stigmatization.

But because they're clanborn, they are unambiguously a member of the Clan. It's likely that the Clan would make clothing for this warrior out of fur pelts, but in their struggle with internalized ableism, they might have conflicted feelings about wearing it.

The Cleric would recommend campbound activities, night shifts, and WEARING YOUR PELT, DAMN IT. They would need to take full baths every few days, not too much and not too little, plus frequent ear cleanings.

#Clan culture #Hairless cat #Disability #for the record. Im not pro-sphinx breeding. I think that's obvious but... I don't think this is ethical.#They can live full lives with extra proper care but I don't think this is just a cute trait that's ok to select for #we shouldn't intentionally breed animals that produce oil for fur we've altered out of them #And they're so prone to rashes and lesions and wax buildup...#There's WORSE breeds but that's also not okay.#they are also not hypoallergenic. Common misconception. They will still bother your allergies if you are allergic to cats.#Because the allergen is the OIL AND DANDER #Not just fur broadly #BUT an animal born this way still deserves sympathy and a full life #and Clan cats always care ferociously for their own.#So if it popped up as a mutation they would be cared for #But if they had the chance to become a kittypet... that might actually really be their best option #Or a daylight warrior even!

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kiwi-lizard-overlord · 1 year

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I'm currently been obsessing over Clangen and I have created four clans to play that all live in the same area and have connected stories!!!

Welcome to Dampclan! ------------------------------------------------

Basic summery: Dampclan is the smallest clan at The Edge of The World, they live in a once beautiful cave that is situated next to the lowest camp of Bluffclan, sharing a border with them and Morningclan. Their camp is marked by a large oak tree protruding from the ground and at the base of it there is a small hole that leads down into the decent sized cave. From the far south portion of the wall there is a stream that runs into the camp and flows through in a small lake in a dip in the rocks that eventually leads to another small hole, though no cat goes there because it leads to a steep drop. Because of their dark environment, the cats of Dampclan have very good eyesight and navigation skills.

Lore: Dampclan did not always exist in the form it is in today, back many moons before it used to be known as Mossclan. The clan was much larger at the time and the cave they occupied with filled with greenery and moss, despite all the happiness, Starclan was never happy with them. The medicine cat at the time, Leafjaw, had received an omen of death and starvation sweeping over the clan with her being helpless to do anything. As the leader, Hollystar, and Leafjaw were trying to figure out what to do about the omen, one of their warriors named Maplepond had been visited by a Starclan cat in her dreams. She was told a long wait lays ahead of her and after bringing this up to Leafjaw, the medicine cat believes she must be the one to save the clan. In an order from her leader, Maplepond is told to leave the clan and head for the twoleg fishing place to wait, informing her that she will know when to come back. Scared and alone, the warrior takes some travelling herbs and makes her way over there, meeting many cats in the process who she brings along to stay with her. Some went and more came along as she continued to wait, 100 moons went by before she was visited by the Starclan spirit of her brother, Hatchlight, who showed her the way back to her old home. Now 136 moons old, Maplepond leads a group of loners and former kittypets to what used to be known as Mossclan, now all it was was a barren cave with only reminders that cats had lived there. She names herself as leader of the new clan, goes and recives her nine lives from The Crashing Waters and names the new clan of cats as Dampclan.

Clan Qualities: Unlike the other three clans in the area, since Dampclan is so new that are still establishing their own culture and finding out who they are, separate from the old Mossclan. Due to how the cave was structured, there was nowhere to make proper nests or dens out of and nowhere to dig anything out, therefore Dampclan has began to become known as construction workers. Cats will go up to the surface and drag many things like sticks and branches down to the cave and create walls for dens, using weaving techniques and sap to keep them together. Moss is also commonly used in this clan as the roofs of dens since there is no need for much protection from things above but also as coats to wear while in camp. The cats wear long coats of moss that are fashioned to stay on their bodies and keep them warm while in the cave and especially in cold months, the cats also decorate the coats with whatever they would like to differentiate them. The moss coats are also traded with Bluffclan for goods that can only be obtained on the mountain, seeing as that clan needs to keep warm as well.

Clan Relations: Onionclan - Good friends! The clans are quite close as they are both made up of previous non-clan cats. Bluffclan - Uneasy alliance. It's a general rule that you don't want to get on Bluffclan's bad side, they are the biggest clan in the forest and even being neutral towards them is for the best. Morningclan - Enemies. Though Bigstar, the leader of Morningclan, is trying to develop an allience with Dampclan, most of the cats in the clan itself hold distain for Dampclan and state that Maplestar should have never come back.

Event tidbits: Seedstalk was never meant to become a medicine cat, being apprenticed to the previous medicine cat, Brightspirit, one moon before she was meant to be made a warrior. The reason she was assigned to be one is because a lot of cats were getting injured early on in the development of the clan and it was too much for Brightspirit to handle. This infuriated the medicine cat, putting his hatred towards Seedpaw and her become distant with him, even though they shared the medicine den. Brightspirit died of whitecough after refusing to let the two medicine cats see him and Seedstalk did not mourn his death.

Whisperpaw is a very odd cat among the clan, the first cat from outside to be brought in after the clan was established. Brightspirit had found her as a kit next to her dead mother and siblings, she was the only kit who managed to survive from the litter and was brought back to the clan. Later on when she was at her apprentice ceremony, after touching noses with her mentor, Curlshell, he proceeds to fall over and die due to a leg wound he had received a couple of moons back that had become infected. This lead to cats being wary of Whisperpaw and thinking she was cursed, Maplestar taking her under her wing.

Applespot wasn't the first deputy of Dampclan, the previous deputy had been a cat by the name of Ermineheart. She was very popular in the clan and was very close with Maplestar, them having been friends while the leader was waiting for a sign to come back. In an unfortunate turn of events, she was picked up by some hiking twolegs while out on a hunting patrol and was taken off with them. Maplestar held out hope that she would come back and only appointed Applespot as being the new deputy after they receive word from Onionclan that her body was found not far outside of their territory. She did not leave without ripple effects however, when Maplestar had a litter of two kits, she named one of them Erminekit after her old friend.

Applespot actually has two adopted children named Leopardclaw and Rabbitflower. They were found near the edge of their territory without a mother in sight and were brought back to the clan, the ginger tom then took them in. They have grown up in the clan not knowing they are of kittypet origin, Leopardclaw always being more skilled than her sibling and constantly showing them up no matter what it was. Rabbitflower is resentful of their sister, wishing they could be leader one day to finally be out of her shadow. (Rabbitflower and Leopardclaw pictured below)

Another cat I have not shown above is one of the newer cats of the clan, Rockstep. He was a former kittypet named Rumble and he is a shameless senior warrior who acts as the main construction worker for the clan and the local emotional support dad. He likes to gossip with Seedstalk about clan drama and is one of the oldest cats in the clan.

Condorheart came to the clan as a medicine cat seeking refuge from the harsh weather of leaf-bare. He was recognized very easily as being one of the three medicine cats (at the time) of Bluffclan and when questioned why he had left, he talks vaguely about a horrible tragedy that he could not bare to face. The clan accepted him in under the condition of becoming one of their medicine cats since Brightspirit was getting old, he accepted but requested to never attend gatherings and keep his place in the clan a secret.

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I really hope you guys enjoyed this!! The other three clans listed here are also clangen saves I have going with just as much story, if not more than Dampclan. I want to make lots of art of these guys and expand on the story more over time.

#my art #clangen #clangen oc #warrior cats #wc #warrior cats oc #wc oc #wc oc clan #Whisperpaw is the main character of this clan in my head btw #Rabbitflower may become a villain but we will see #Dewsight possibly too

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fledglingdoodles · 1 year

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"You already know the story of Daniel in the Lion’s Den - but who suggested that Daniel be put down there in the first place? And what of the Angel that was sent to shut the mouths of the lions, who helped him out of the den? (The answer is Crawley)"

My illustrated fic from Kinks4Kindess Zine: Danger and Debauchery has been posted!

#Good Omens #Good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #good omens fic #crowley #aziraphale #figgy does art #figgy does zines #kinks4kindness zine #figgy does writing

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u3pxx · 7 months

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In a roughly parallel universe, Demon Aziraphale tempts Angel Crowley to a little vacation, and they find their way to a bookshop in a familiar place inhabited by familiar faces. Crowley (both of them) would like to stop this nonsense before it can start, but Aziraphale's curiosity wins out, and they spend a day together that ends up being loaded with little revelations (but not, thankfully, any Revelations).

HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT @contritecactite WROTE A FIC ABOUT THE BAD OMENS SPOUSES MEETING THE GOOD OMENS SPOUSES THAT MADE ME EXPLODE A LOT LOT?! 🤍🖤💥

anyway, thanks again to elle for writing this and to koi for giving some painful name lore to these nerds because i genuinely can't express how GRAGHARGGH this made me! i swear i've been rereading it for like a billion times already bc it's just that good and charming!

i'm gonna put some bonus messy doodles of the fic and other things below the cut! :^] i'm also thinking about putting this up on my inprnt shop too but i'm not sure, tell me if you want it there or smth pftt

like this art? it's a print, here! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

i know i didn't go with the usual angel and demon color schemes show gomens has to offer bc i think these two are just disruptive like that pftt <3 but i was curious to know what they'd look like so here's a comparison gif i whipped up when i was in the flat colors stage of drawing this pftt

AND THIS ONE. oh im insane im normal im [static noise]

there are a lot more moments i wanna draw trust me but this one does make me laugh bc i want to leave angel crowley and angel aziraphale in a room and see what happens. their dynamic, i'm obsessed with it DFGHD

and here's the link to the fic again bc if you managed to get down here without reading it first, then what are you doing!

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fallenclan · 3 months

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(every italic text is me angry as FUCK)

Poppyfeather and Ravenshade were on a patrol. Nothing well had happened. He pierced a neck artiery, making Poppyfeather lose lots of blood, killing her swiftly.

However, she didn't take this murder very well.

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On the night of the murder, after Moonstep and Poppyfeather were grieved and buried by the clan, Ravenshade got his definitely well-earned promotion, much to his pleasure. The moment Cherrystar muttered the words:

"From now on, until my passing, the new deputy of Fallenclan will be the young Ravenshade. I hope Poppyfeather will hear these words and approve of my choice-"

A sudden downpour of rain threatened to floor the gathering and a bright red cardinal feather fell on Ravenshade's paws. This is the color of a poppy. Ravenshade thought.

At night, when the ceremony ended, Ravenshade reclined to his matted, cozy nest to have his well-deserved rest. However, poor Ravenshade would not get his beauty sleep anytime soon.

In the middle of the night, a bright mist of light appeared in front of the black tom. He opened his eyes to noticed the ghost of Poppyfeather, grinning menacingly, showing teeth more jagged than the side of a cliff.

"You fool." She said.

"What do you want now, traitor? Are you coming back to haunt me?" Ravenshade scoffed, a smile forming at the end of his lips.

Poppyfeather took a deep breath and began the speech.

"You fool, you do not realize what grave mistake you have made. I am bound here by anger, ready to curse you and your name. As the passing of time wears down on you, you will rot into a shell of your former glory, bound by greed and ambition. Claws as sharp as thorns will tear into the pelts of many, a blood river forming and a heap of bones will form under your paws. You will waste away as even your family turns against you, a mush of blood cherries crushed by your paws in anger. You will burn and melt away, killed by the one who you least expect. A small leaf will tear your flesh and desecrate your corpse, beware of everyone and everything! No one is your friend!" She chanted with passion, a smile forming as she noticed Ravenshade's eyes opening more and more. "Why must you do this? Why must you make this decision? This path takes you only brings you more and more disaster and betrayel, so abandon this path and rethink your life, or turn into a pile of ash, burned by your greed, pride and ambition. You foolish little boy, every single day of your life, i will make it miserable." Poppyfeather ended the chant, knocking Ravenshade out.

But even in his dreams, Ravenshade could not find peace. An image of a hill of bones with a river a blood forming at the base could not leave his mind, the black cat with red paws and purple eyes never escaping his dreams. Yells, shrieks, calls for help being heard at all angles, Ravenshade desperately tried to block it out, occasionally Littleleaf's voice and bloodied paws filled his vision. The black tom tried to run away from everything, only to come across the silhouette of a familiar figure.

"Do not go past this line," Gyoza said, "it is not worth the pain it will cause. A little leaf with bring your downfall, thorns slashing your neck. Turn back and run away, son."

But Ravenshade didn't follow his father's advice, tearing the ghostly apparition and running faster than ever.

...

Ravenshade woke up in a cold sweat, his heart beating fast.

"Brother, are you okay?" Littleleaf's soft voice was heard across the den.

"Yeah, i'm fine. Just had a nightmare."

"A nightmare after your deputy ceremony? That sounds like a bad omen, Raven."

"...I guess..." Ravenshade mumbled.

The image of the bone hill and the blood river remained throughout the day, along with the poppy red cardinal feather.

-🌀 (immediately after this i ate fries so thats helpful i guess)

THIS IS SO EPIC YES....

#fallenasks #cyclone anon #fallenfic

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Achilles Heel [Pantalone X Reader Series]

❝I cannot kill you, for your end will become my eternal damnation.❞

Pairing/s: Pantalone x Gender Neutral Reader SYNOPSIS: Pantalone does not do well with love. He never thought, wanted, much less had experience in that field. He viewed it as a weakness, a bad omen hanging above his head. But he was prepared to make an exception for you. He'd let you become his only Achilles Heel if it meant keeping you.

INTRODUCTION | part 1 / ?

"What do you want from me?" you asked.

"Want is too shallow of a word, I'm afraid." Pantalone pivoted the heel of his shoe to face you directly. His eyes, illuminated by the fickle candle of the room, glimmered in determination— one you haven't seen yourself since the day he hired you. He looked like a judge in a courtroom, a verdict ready to roll out of his tongue. But behind it, there was a hint of discomposure.

What had made this man who was so sure of his principles falter?

"I do not care for the welfare of others. But you," he breathed, marching in your direction. He reached out to hold the tip of your chin, his thumb gently caressing the skin of your face as if you were porcelain. "You make me irrational. Emotional. You make me feel weak. Do you realize how much of a problem that is for me?"

You leaned into his touch, answering, "Then kill me. I do not want to become a liability to you."

Pantalone heaved a sigh, now gingerly cupping your face while his eyes admired your features, like a jeweler inspecting the rarest of all gems. So pristine. So inimitable. And now that treasured jewel stared back at him with an unwavering gaze.

How he revered your attention. "I can't,"

"Why not?"

❝I CANNOT KILL YOU, FOR YOUR END WILL BECOME MY ETERNAL DAMNATION.❞

The only exception, his Achilles Heel; the cause of his greatest downfall.

READ THE SERIES!

ACHILLES HEEL CHAPTER NAVIGATION:

chapter one: a lion's den

chapter two: of blood and tears

chapter three: between the lines

chapter four: porcelain dolls

chapter five: he who seeks the divine gaze

chapter six: midas touch

chapter seven: the first key

chapter eight: to cleave a diamond

chapter nine: artemis' den

chapter ten: remorseful desires

#genshin #genshinimpact #pantalone #theregrator #fatui #fatuiharbingers #harbingers #pantalone x reader #fatui harbingers #the regrator #genshin regrator #genshin pantalone #genshin impact #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #pantalone x you #pantalone x y/n

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the-owl-tree · 7 months

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Also Jayfeather behaving like that while being a doctor is like, an actual hazard. That type of behavior leads to patients to avoiding going to checkups, hiding their symptoms and being evasive in general because they don’t want their doctors yelling at them and treating them like idiots. I used to like Jay a lot, but he himself knows what it’s like to be condescend to, so it surprises me that he would act like that. I guess the writing team just doesn’t know how to treat his snappish nature in a balanced, even though they did manage with Yellowfang (even before Briarlight died, he yelled at twigkit and told her she deserved to feel bad and Briarlight was literally there trying to give her warmth, and I also can’t blame the new writing team completely because during the last omen of the stars book he literally calls Briarlight an idiot for being pregnant when the dark forest is near like she was willingly putting herself at risk or something) Also imo a lot of cats probably ask or wait for Alderheart, especially kits

My personal theory is that they wanted to recapture the same energy that Yellowfang had: a grumpy, snarky medic who was and still is a fan favorite but they had no one to bounce his energy off of and had him going way too harsh and then writing other cats to roll their eyes and go "oh jayfeather!"

just for more personal reasons, cats avoiding the healer's den just because of him rubbed me the wrong way. i do not like that, erins, it does not endear this character to me it just makes him look like a dick in a position of power.

#deer rambles #i know the books pretend being a healer is soooo lame #but like. he's an advisor to the leader he shares dreams with their ancestors he is responsible for the medical care of everyone #he's not some down on his luck guy he's one of the more powerful cats in the clan lol

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epilogue: LOST in the LABYRINTH

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

Cw: Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know.

Though all creatures of the earth were once in harmony, life was not entirely without strife.

In the old times, when all the animals still had possession of their true names and so could still discern each other’s speech, there was a young deer who was attacked by a fox. The terrified creature escaped, but was badly injured. It fled through the forest, certain that at any moment the fox would close the distance between them and finish it off. When it reached its den, it went in search of a safe place to hide.

First it went down and to the right, but thought it heard the fox calling out after it. It went further and further into the maze of tunnels, turning this way and that, and still it felt sure the fox was about to catch it and devour it. Before long, it had gone so far that none of the roots or stones around it looked familiar any more, and it knew that it was lost. Wounded, exhausted, and afraid, the deer lay down and wept, for it could not find its way home.

After a while, it heard a noise nearby, and looked up to see three cicadas creeping toward it. They were on their way to the surface, where the cicadas’ arrival had been long awaited. “Excuse me,” said the deer, “I’m lost and cannot find my way. Can you tell me where I am?”

“You don’t know?” they asked, in great surprise. When the deer said that it did not, the three insects conferred amongst themselves for a time. The green cicada had lived for many years beneath the earth and was the wisest of the three. It said, “We will put a question to you, and if you can answer it, you will surely know exactly where you are.”

The deer agreed, and listened to the green cicada’s words:

“While she lives, she casts a shadow, and when she dies, light may be seen. Her flesh is used to make the strongest tools, and her fruit is the fruit of the unenclosed land. Who is she?”

The deer thought for a while, and at last it knew to whom the great and tangled roots around it must belong. It gave its answer, and the insects praised its insight. “Since you have now proven yourself,” they said, “we will answer any question you would like to ask us. What would you like to know?”

The deer considered this offer for a while. At first, it thought to ask how it might avoid the fox’s jaws again, but it could tell there would be no second encounter with the fox for it. Then it thought to ask them to show it the way home, but it had grown so weak by this time that it knew it could not make the journey. Instead, it said, “I have been afraid for a long time, and I am in great pain. How may I be made free from my suffering?”

The green cicada said, “Every flower fades in time. Perhaps you should ask the highest tree, at whose feet we now sit, for they know everything there is to know in this wide world.”

The deer thanked the insects, and they continued on their way. Then the deer lay down again and closed its eyes. It was so very tired, and so very frail, but it gathered up what strength it had left, and called upon the wise old tree in whose roots it lay.

After a time, the deer heard the response to its plea. “I can do what you ask,” the ancient tree said, “though there will be a cost.”

“I will pay it,” said the deer, “whatever it may be, if it means I may be free of fear.”

“You must give your heart to me,” said the tree. “To be truly free, you must relinquish your greatest strength, and only then will you find relief.”

“Is it wrong of me to do so?” the deer asked, worrying that it was its fear alone that drove it to ask this of the tree.

“Not at all, dear one,” the tree replied. “You are very brave to make such a sacrifice.”

So the deer whispered its true name to the great tree, who accepted it tenderly and wove a spell to set the weary deer free.

THE END

Thank you to all my featured creatures, those who specifically wanted to be some of the first to read the story. Thank you to my readers, those who liked, reblogged, replied, and shared my work and memes and impulsive thoughts. I would've abandoned tumblr again without you.

Stay groovy, cryptids. I'll see you at the end of the labyrinth.

-Auntie Doodlez 💙 x

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #bad omens au #noah sebastian fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #jolly karlsson fanfiction #nick folio fanfiction #horror au #paranormal au #tag: non binary character #fic: lost in the labyrinth #series: lost in the labyrinth

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