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youredreamingofroo · 3 months

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The Roo-seum...

group pics and other stuff under the cut! (just to avoid flooding the dash lmao)

CAS pics in the NEXT POST

Now onto me ranting.

The Roo-seum is a 16 sim project that's consumed me for the last couple of days (in a good way), this explores most of Roo's lifespan (not implying he's dead LMAO), from the age of 9 years old, up to now, 28 years old, talking about what he went through for each year (for the most part anyways), of course, I didn't start at 1 or 2 years old, mainly because, way back when I made all of these Roo's (roughly back in July '23, this is not an idea that suddenly sparked, I only acted on it because I have a way to show off each age that isn't a Picrew lmao... I can't draw well so I just used TS4), I made them in Picrew, which... at the time couldn't find a Picrew with kids/babies so the youngest I went was around 9 years old, and just built up from there.

Roo is my persona gone OC, around 5 or 6 years ago, I put on this persona of "Roo", which started as "The Unfortunate Roo" and Roo's (or Mine, since this was technically a Persona, doubling as an OC) design was COMPLETELY different back then, He wasn't a he, the design was a sucubus I think, I don't really recall and I really couldn't care for it, it's embarrassing 💀 I don't remember how he came to fruition, but I remember finding this one picrew that I LOVED, and I used that picrew to create ~Roo~, his initial design was akin to the 22-23 year old Roo, there's a lot about his design that I could talk about but will avoid doing so, but just know that his Sims design isn't super on the dot to what his actual design is supposed to look like.

So... what's Piametia?? Why did you come up with that?? How did you come up with that?? To be honest, I never actually came up with a name up until yesterday when writing the note for 10-12 year old Roo, I don't really remember what sparked me to come up with a condition that "has the Patient suffer a sudden loss or gain in pigmentation and melanin in the eyes and hair," I guess 17 year old me thought it was cool, and it is! It opened up a new story for him, where I couldn't provide story (for someone without Piametia), like how being affected by Piametia caused him to go from extremely accepting of himself, to getting bullied into "normalizing himself," While he achieved this, it was really in vain, because he was still bullied for his condition, but as he grew older, out of his teen years and into adulthood, it bothered him less and less, because, well, shit like that doesn't fucking matter, sure it still bothered him, sure it still traumatized him to some degree, but it's just what some stupid kids say, it doesn't determine what his worth is, and he understands that, so after recovering from almost ending his life, he realized that something had to change, he couldn't live in this wallowing ball of agony because some kids determined "hey! That kid is different! They're no longer as cool as we are! Get him!!"

I should also mention that he didn't develop Piametia til he was around 9 years old, which is exactly what the condition does, it's genetic (although it never occurred in Reese or Virginia, the only reasonable conclusion was that it skipped a generation) and it's drilled into the person's DNA and only takes effect before puberty (in the average kid). So Roo was considered a part of the other kids' little cliques and stuff, but only until his hair and eyes changed color.

I kind of hyped this up to be something extravagant and maybe it is, idk, I don't have the eyes of the audience, I'm just a guy who made this and I have a rather critical view of my work sometimes, I try not to, but force of habit lmao. I really liked making this because Roo is an OC who has grown with me, mainly because he's both a persona of me while also being an OC, so where I change and grow, he often reflects that change and growth, in his own ways of course, I often wish he was real, but he's not and that's the harsh reality. Also gonna clarify that his life does NOT completely reflect mine, I'm only 18, he's ten years older then me lmao, where he was 8 I was 10 years to be conceived- Roo is still his own character, he's had his own relationships, all of which have went poorly (reflecting my own), and even had his own stalker (which escalated)- But parts of his life like when he became extremely homophobic of himself and who he truly was is not reflective of myself, I never had that stage in life (whether you did or not however is not a bad thing unless your actually just homophobic, then gtfo like?? 😭).

I went on a rant there, and I probably could've kept going, but figured I should stop at some point lol, but I hope you guys like this, I sure LOVED making this and I love doing Roo related things and posts. I also provided text in the image descriptions in case it's hard to read in the images (I tried to keep it as clear and readable as possible), and in case anyone who uses a screen-reader finds this post :)

#tw sui mention #tw sui talk #outside of the group pics i feel like the poses dont make too much sense #but I also originally planned to have a full 16 sim lineup so... yea #I think the poses do match the Roo tho esp since I did try to make the poses match their personality at the time #Roo #Rooseum #ts4 #ts4 simblr #sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 #blender #sims 4 blender #ts4 blender #ts4 render #sims 4 render #blender render

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bananadrinkxxx · 7 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 (2)

[Aemond Targaryen x female Lucerys Velaryon • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: sex content, fights, harassment, angst, smut, domination, violence, targcest (uncle/niece)]

Only for 18+

[description: Boarding School - Modern Setting. Lucerya avoided her uncle for years but Aemond remembers and he is on his mission to make her life a living hell.]

Masterlist for all available parts (click here)

"I heard she removed Aemond's eye with a spoon and ate it afterwards."

Apparently, Aemond was not the only psychopath at this school. What sane person would start such perverse rumors?

The rumors were awful.

She would love to go to these girls and smack the bullshit out of them.

Jacaerys liked to claim that Lucy had trouble controlling herself but she wasn't the one looking for someone else's eye.

Well, in reality she already did it, but it wasn't planned. Aemond planned her death. Big Difference.

Damn, she had been a child and tried to protect her brother.

She wasn't a bad person.

He attacked. She protected.

Aemond Tarargyen, on the other hand, a full-time psychopath, seemed to have a plan to make her life miserable before he would kill her.

He was just everywhere.

When she came out of the classroom, he walked past her, when she visited her brother, he was suddenly there, and when she had to go to the toilet, he suddenly had to go the same way.

This man had made it his top priority to torment her before he wanted to remove her eye.

"Can't you fuck off?," she said when Aemond surprisingly bumped into her. Again.

"This school doesn't belong to you, little Lucy. I know you are used to get what you want without any consequences but here I am the one who rules," Aemond snarled. "By the way, I'm assigned to you, I think you'll have to endure my presence a little longer. Stay strong."

Ah, the popular joke about her real father again.

Harwin Strong was a businessman in a rival company and her mother was said to have had an affair with him that produced Jace and Lucy.

Since she and Leanor both had silvery blonde hair, it was easy to assume that they weren't Leanor's children.

But her mother had never admitted it, and Leanor never said something.

"Well, very funny, now that you're done with your stupid jokes, you can fuck off and take your shit to-" Lucy winced as Aemond shoved her into a small side corridor and pushed her against the wall.

That seemed to be his habit.

Pushing people against walls.

Or at least her.

"This is my fucking school, niece. Who do you think you are?" He held her arms tightly. She was sure she would see his prints there in the morning. He looked down at her, hard and unyielding. He was a head taller than her, if not even more, and never had Lucy felt so small.

As a child, she has been taller than Aemond, despite their age difference, but that had more than doubled in his favor. The little crybaby Aemond was now a man. To her misfortune.

Puberty did hit him too hard.

"Let me go right now, Aemond," she ordered, tried to free herself but Aemond looked down at her mockingly. Her attempts were pathetic.

"Or what? Are you going to take my other eye then?"

She really longed for that at the moment.

"I've already apologized!"

"You can keep your apology. I desire something else from you," Aemond breathed, pressing her even harder against the wall. If that was even possible. No sheet of paper would fit between them. She had never been so close to anyone before. Her heart was beating wildly against her chest. What the hell was this? "How does it feel, little Lucy? Knowing that I could take your eye anytime, hmm? Do you want to know how it made me feel? Or is everything forgotten and forgiven to you after your sweet apology?"

There was nothing in the world that could save her.

Her mother had made it very clear that she would be spending this school year at King's Landing, and Jacaerys was more concerned about his affairs with some girls than anything else.

What was his advice ? Keep cool ?

The next time he had another argument with Aegon, his blood splattered everywhere, Lucy would recommend a loving 'Keep cool' as well.

She flinched as Aemond's fingers touched her lips.

Would it be a good idea to bite him now? Then he would not only be the one-eyed Aemond but also the fingerless one.

"So will you give me your eye?," he asked. "Or shall I take something else?"

My life? My money? My pure soul?

"Tell me, Lucy," Aemond breathed "Why are you shaking so much? Is it because of me? Has never anyone ever touched you before?"

By the old gods. His words sounded so filthy. Did he do that on purpose?

"Even if someone had touched me, it's none of your fucking business," she hissed and Aemond laughed in response.

She tried to free herself but he pushed her harder against the wall. Pressed against the wall without escape. It made her feel his muscles under his shirt.

He took her breath away, twisted her world and she couldn't help but think about how his skin would feel against hers.

"Even if? So I'd be the first to-"

"Aemond?"

They both looked to the right. Lucy embarrassed and shocked that they had been caught and Aemond murderous that he had been interrupted.

A girl with long black hair and tanned skin stood not far from them and stared at them.

Her gaze was disdainful as she ran it over Lucy. "Who is this?"

Aemond let his gaze slide back to Lucy and the corners of his mouth turned up. She did not like his look. He looked down on her like a wild animal ready to devour its prey.

"My new playmate," Aemond replied in amusement, gently stroking Lucy's cheek with his long fingers before pulling away, leaving her pressed against the wall like an idiot.

He left her without a second glance and threw his arm around the strange girl, who gave Lucy a hostile look before letting Aemond pull her along.

Lucy clutched her chest, which was rising and falling uncontrollably.

It was worse than she had expected. Maybe she shouldn't wait until Aemond killed her. Maybe it would be better if she faked her own death.

This school year was going to be horrific.

Aemond was not only a psychopath but also an arrogant bastard.

And everyone in that goddamn school seemed to respect him.

Or fear. Often these two feelings were close to each other.

"His mother was here yesterday," Baela informed him. "Aemond beat up some classmate for pulling his eye patch off."

"Sounds fair," judged Rhaena.

"Before that, they say Aemond pushed him against the lockers."

"And now it sounds a lot less fair."

"And has he been suspended?" Lucy asked hopefully.

Baela gave her a pitying look.

"Unfortunately not, our uncle spoke to Mr. Velaryon. He got only a warning," Rhaena shared. Lucy had to organize her thoughts for a moment. By uncle she meant her uncle Viserys, who ironically was Lucy's grandfather.

It was all very confusing.

"And that's what happens when you have a powerful man as your father," Baela interjected as she put another spoonful of soup in her mouth. It was already her third plate and Lucy wondered when she'd finally stuffed the black hole in her stomach.

"Aemond is an asshole and one of the reasons is that Viserys always gets him out of those situations."

Lucy could only agree.

They all looked up as Alys River's laughter echoed through the hall.

She sat on Aemond's lap and seemed to be having fun while Aemond looked almost bored.

He sat back in his chair, legs spread wide and one arm over the seat back.

"Look at him, how he sits there like he is the god damn king of this school."

They all looked at him. "Well, he kind of is, the king of this school. His minions love him and do everything he says."

Suddenly, Aemond's gaze shifted to them and Baela and Rhaena jumped in shock.

They looked back at their plates as fast as they could, but Lucy felt ... consumed.

Aemond's gaze pierced her and robbed her of the ability to think. Why did he have so much power over her?

A knowing smile appeared on his lips and he winked at her.

Annoyed, Lucy rolled her eyes and turned around.

It was best if she tried to avoid him.

It was like some bad cheesy teen drama when she walked out of the secretariat and walked straight into Hugh Hammer.

Hugh Hammer was big and would have knocked her over if he hadn't caught her at the last second.

She was momentarily dizzy from the impact.

"Are you alright?" he asked looking at her worried.

He was pretty. He had brown eyes with long eyelashes and light blonde hair.

His face was very square and his build was similar to Aemond's, only slightly shorter and broader.

As Lucy ran her gaze over his body, she saw the muscles showing beneath his clothing.

"You mean after you almost killed me?" she asked wryly and he laughed.

"You ran into me. As quickly as you stormed out of the secretariat, it's a wonder you didn't kill me," he joked and she laughed.

She had called her mother begging her to take her out of school, but the only thing that had come from her was that her life hadn't been easy either.

Thanks for nothing, mum.

She decided to write a long farewell letter explaining that it was her fault that she had to suffer so much before Aemond finally had mercy and put an end to her suffering.

"I'm Hugh," he introduced himself and Lucy took his outstretched hand.

"Lucerya but my friends call me Lucy," and Aemond Targaryen who was doing whatever he wanted. Little Lucy. Sweet.

"Lucerya? Are you Jacaerys' little sister?"

"Oh god, please don't tell me you're friends with him?"

Hugh laughed.

"No, I was in the same year as Aegon before he had to repeat. Jacaerys is just very popular, and word has it his sister is going to our boarding school."

Apparently, Jacaerys wasn't lying about his supposed popularity after all. People here were crazy. Maybe she should drop that he cries when he sleeps.

"Are you at the party tonight?"

"What party?"

"Your brother's party?" Hugh asked in surprise and looked confused.

Well, he wasn't the only one.

Jacaerys, that little asshole, that little worm, that little dwarf, didn't invite her.

Hugh would think she was a boring loser if she confessed to him now.

"Ah, the party. Sorry, always so busy I forgot." She laughed like a crazy bitch. All she had to do was open one of her books and dream that she was somewhere else. Far away. "Of course I'll come."

"Cool," Hugh replied, smiling. He was so cute.

"See you tonight then, Lucy."

Now all she had to do was find out where this party was taking place.

And killing her brother for not inviting her.

Did sound like a good plan.

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volpe-kitsune-red · 4 days

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May i request a lynx X an already partially conditioned reader (gender neutral preferably)?

Of course! I am kind of excited, this is the first request I get to write. :D Hope you'll like it!

An obedient pet

Lynx Andromeda (Yandere OC) x gn!reader

TW. general yandere behavior, possessive behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, threats.

You wouldn't describe yourself as a pushover, you knew how to stand your ground when it came to anyone, be it a friend or a professor. But there was something in her voice, in the way she imposed herself that enchanted you, or more accurately, conditioned your mind into bending down at her will, allowing her to guide your thoughts as she pleased.

It started with you losing touch with any friend you would hang out with the most often. Lynx would remind you that you had already made plans with her whenever you tried to organize a night out with them. "What do you mean you don't remember us talking about going to the cinema today? You were the one that proposed it! Have you been getting enough sleep, love? You keep forgetting our dates. Or is it because you don't care enough to spend time with me to remember?" Of course you cared! Your friends kept pointing out how this kept happening almost every time. But she obviously would never lie to you about stuff like this, you just had a hard time remembering your plans.

You also couldn't remember when she started referring to your hangouts as 'dates', you questioned her about it but kept getting evasive answers until you gave up. "Hmmm? Isn't that what they're called?" "Best friends date all the time!." "Date, going out together, honeymoon, they're all the same thing!"

It became obvious that something was wrong when people stopped inviting you out with them and even went out of their way to avoid you at school. Well, not everyone stopped, Lynx and her close friends were still there for you. You would always be encouraged to meet them in the corridors after every period and sit with them in the dining hall.

It was a very drastic change, it's not like you were forced to follow them everywhere, but you had no one else to go to. You suspected that someone must have spread rumors about you or there was something wrong with you that inevitably pushed everyone away. You felt grateful to Lynx for always sticking by your side, making you feel welcome in your friend group, but you also wanted to get your social life back in your control.

The problem was that she wouldn't let you. It felt like there was an invisible string tying you to her if you strove too far away to connect with anyone else. It was impossible to talk to new people at parties when she was always there to pull you away. "Come on! We are about to start a game of beer pong, you have to at least come to watch me win!" You were starting to get sick of it. It...it was like she was doing it on purpose! You loved being with her of course, she was your best friend, but you should also be allowed to have friendships outside of her and her group! Just as planned, nothing you said or did helped the situation.

"Are you saying we are not good enough company for you? Must I remind you how your old friends abandoned you?" "Do you want to risk the heartbreak of being rejected again?" "..." "Exactly, I didn't think so."

Every fight left you more hopeless than the previous. Lynx would comfort you afterward, sweet words leaving her lips like honey, but in reality, it was closer to venom. "You don't need to risk getting hurt again, all you need is here." "I'm here for you and always will be. You're mine." "Huh, what was that.?" "Nothing, sweety <3"

Eventually, you found yourself always clinging to her. Wherever she was, you were there with her. You became like a puppy, believing whatever your owner told you, never suspecting any ill from them. She was always so nice to you, after all, always locking arms with you whenever she was close, never letting you leave her sight. She would buy you gifts, praise you, and pet you whenever you behaved the way she wanted you to.

You were never left alone, you were always shown affection and support. Life was good, why would you ever desire anything different?

"I love you, my dear. See how everything is better when you're with me? Wouldn't you love for it to last longer, perhaps forever?"

From that moment forward, any hope for your life to go back to normality becomes useless and then, lost.

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skaldish · 5 months

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re: the last ask you responded to, I love the description of your relationship with Loki so much! It sounds exactly like what I'm seeking in relationships with deities. I would love to hear more about how you developed a connection that is so playful and fun, and what that looks like in day to day life (whatever you're comfy sharing of course). It just made my heart so happy, like I could feel both of you smiling as I read :)

Well, to be honest, I befriended Loki purely by accident.

Years ago, before life got hard and my creativity was sapped dry, I used to write tons of original fantasy stories. By extension of this, I also made tons of OCs.

One day in 2014, I decided I wanted to create a character who was the epitome of a magnificent bastard—an absolute conniving, rakish, and hilarious sonofabitch—and after months of trial and error I finally struck on an energy.

I was ecstatic to finally get the character down, but as time went on I noticed he seemed to do what characters normally don't do and act outside of my own whims and desires, like he was autonomous. He gave me no inspiration for his story, but tons inspiration for hijinks we'd get up to together (which I would then draw pictures about). He would also sometimes just...leave my head for days or weeks on end before returning. All of it actually weirded me out for a bit, but ultimately the joy of the relationship outweighed my fear of not really knowing what was going on.

But this ignorance couldn't last forever, and three years lafer my character revealed himself as Loki. To say this broke my brain is an understatement; it shattered my concept of reality, and rebuilding it was legitimately one of the hardest, scariest periods of my life.

So it wasn't all playful fun. There was an initiation involved. And the strife it caused nearly convinced me to kick Loki from my life for good.

These days I understand my cluelessness was actually what saved our relationship. There's no way I would have interacted with Loki on the basis of who he is, had I known he was a god. I would have interacted with his role as deity, rather than his personhood.

I guess the trick to fostering relationships like this one, is to interact with deities as people, first and foremost—people who have their own opinions, agency, values, and personalities that aren't beholden to archetypes or societal roles. Interact with them on the basis of who and how they are in relation to you, rather than as deities, archetypes, and/or allegorical devices.

Likewise, avoid slotting yourself in a role in relation to them. You are likewise a person, and not a societal role or archetype. Communicate your genuine thoughts and feelings. Be yourself, however you may be in that moment.

And then see what comes of it.

I did not (and do not) intentionally craft my relationship with Loki to be playful. Our relationship is playful because we play together, and we play together because we enjoy it.

I likewise did not intentionally craft my relationship with Eochu Bres (minor Irish deity, Brigid's husband) around discussions of philosophy and magic. We end up discussing these things because they're topics we're excited by and enjoy talking about together.

While I do have more cordial interactions with deities I don't know very well, even these are still rooted in being genuine. I don't hide how I feel (which is very often "shy and awkward") but this seems preferred over any performances, no matter how lavish.

So yeah. Be yourself, not who you think you need to be to please them.

#answered #deity work #lokean #spirit work

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otaku553 · 8 months

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How goes the fma x albedo fic? I hope that doesn't sound pushy, I'm genuinely curious. And in that vein, do you have any little drabbles you may have written or want to write? Especially with your recent kny ocs/yourself and your siblings. That'd be super fun to read about! Your art AND your writing is so freaking good, the moment I see you've posted something new on your blog I'm clicking it so fast. Same with your ao3 account ❤️

Thank you for the kind words!!! Currently not working on any fics, since I just came out of 10 weeks of summer research where my days began at 8 am and ended at 9 pm for probably less than minimum wage hahaha (doing research is a Bit Sad but I get a whole month to relax before classes start again so thank goodness for that)

I do however!!! Have a lot of plans!!! If you’re interested you can read more below!

Plans include but are not limited to:

Finally working on Homuncular Nature again!! I definitely do have a lot of plans and cool scenes playing out in my head for the next chapter, it’ll just come down to when I actually put pen to paper (or stylus to iPad) to actually organize and write them all. The road block I think is that I have seen neither Albedo nor fmab very recently and all my concrete ideas are for around the 30 episode mark for fmab, the turning point with the first actual confrontation against father and the subsequent Briggs arc.

Rewriting Ten Thousand Maple Leaves! A lot of people have been very kind but I think I missed the mark with my first chapter to be honest. My writing has gotten a lot wordier and less succinct, which feels like I’m filling a chapter more with fluff and unnecessary description than actual content. I think I also dislike how I characterized Sanemi and how quickly Kazuha was willing to agree with things. Writing both of them is kind of a difficult challenge tbh! I think in rewriting it I want to give back to Kazuha more of his vagrant role in the games, where he is avoiding the law for reasons somewhat out of his control.

Ebisu siblings content! I think it might be fun to try having them interact with more of the canon characters in kny but I also think there’s some value in a complete sort of outsider point of view when inserting characters into a piece of media. I feel like whenever I see self inserts I see a lot of ocs making themselves indispensable and making meaningful relationships with existing characters that way and that’s totally valid! That’s a lot of what I do for crossovers as well. I think when it comes to my own ocs though, I want them to feel grounded in some form and the reality of it is that none of the characters I make based on myself or real people are that impressive or remarkable. But I also think there’s a lot of value in showing smaller scale things outside of the main interactions and plot to show that even though we aren’t remarkable, we still have our own meaningful connections and ideologies and stories :) in the end the Ebisu siblings are a lot more visual though so I may just continue making doodles and art without writing anything haha

Kirby & Meta Knight ageswap AU: I was mostly doing this on my ask-gikabi sideblog in short form comics, but I lost sight of what I wanted to do after making the discord and starting to interact with some of the people who followed it. I think a lot of people are inspired and have their own very cool ideas that I wanted to take into account but then eventually it was no longer my story or the story I wanted to tell, which is why I’m thinking of restarting it as a fic. This one is still in very rough idea stage though, I have honestly no clue how I’m even going to begin organizing it

Yanfei ace attorney crossover: this one’s just pure crack lmao I would definitely write it as crack taken seriously but I think this is fun to explore just for small ideas that pop up every now and then, i.e. yanfei is semi-immortal because she’s half adeptus so it would be Really Funny to me if she showed up in dgs era, got her attorney’s license, went into hiding after it became obvious that she wasn’t aging, and then re-emerged after rebranding herself as her own daughter or granddaughter. That, and I have a lot of fun imagining someone as pragmatic as yanfei trying to get through the sheer chaos of aa despite being otherworldly

Continuing winter weather advisory: I got to a really good point in that fic and was rereading it today like,,, damn I wrote that? And it would be fun to see where I planned on going with it so I do want to also try working on that a bit if I can

Kazuha & Kunikuzushi role swap au: this is something I posted about a Long While ago but it’s an idea I continue to be fascinated with :) I especially enjoy how these two characters could have had completely different roles and personalities depending on how their pasts happened (with wanderer being so nice and turning so bitter and kazuha growing up so spoiled (for lack of a better word) and turning out so weary and yet kind

Link click and mha crossover: this one is honestly just a very recent idea but I think it would be fun to make a drabble on how lightime photo studio would be able to continue operating even in another world and the trouble they might get into for illegal quirk usage and what using cheng xiaoshi’s powers in a world where being able to tell the future is canonically possible would entail

I have!! So many ideas!! And not enough time or motivation to actually write any of them most of the time :’)

But I’m very glad to hear that you enjoy them and look forward to my posts!! :D I really hope I can work on some of these over the last month of summer vacation that I have :)

#to this day I still get kind of freaked out when people compliment both my art and my writing #like wow!! thank you so much!!!!!! the art compliments I expect because I’ve been pretty bloated in my opinion on my own art since childhood #but the writing always comes as a surprise!#especially when people are like ‘oh I found you through your writing and found out your art is also good’ like WHAT #if anything I’m much more likely to be found for my art I feel like!!!#but thank you fr #people telling me my writing is actually good has done wonders for my confidence in classes for writing essays and such #and it really shows because when I’m less worried about how good my writing is and trying to make it sound good I get to devote a lot more #time and energy towards planning and figuring out ideas for what I want to write and my past few essays in humanities classes have done grea

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olderthannetfic · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/743319917329367040/

This made me laugh. It's so cute that people think you ever have to look at anoncomms on DWRP. I got chased out of DWRP by insane, obsessive people who think I'm secretly someone from 10 years ago returning to DWRP. The DMs, the constant angry responses my characters would get, the links to the anoncomms people would send me - I went in not knowing those wank communities even existed, but because I had a "suspicious" first name, I was unable to escape it. I never had to look for them. They bring this shit to your inbox.

A lot of DWRPers get defensive and say "oh, just avoid the anoncomms", even as it's getting DM'd to you or their character is being OOC and hostile and openly hating your character on sight. But the reality is, if you pelt people with shit, "just don't get hit" is bad advice.

If you don't have the time or patience for "your first name means you're secretly someone I hate from a decade ago under the same name returning" or "my character, a sweet loving heroine, spits on yours, because I assume you're a wanker", eventually you end up with almost no one to play with.

And if you're thinking, "Well, just go through all of DWRP history, pick a name no one can freak out about, close your DMs and avoid the drama" - nope. If you don't have Discord and Plurk and DMs open, people will talk amongst themselves, decide you're either a shitty person, a nonserious player, or both, and never interact with your characters.

There's a reason why games have to have such lenient activity checks, why games are closing that had previously lasted a decade, and why you see so many posts with zero replies.

Yeah, dumbass, most of us DO avoid petty shit - that's why we left.

If anything the original anon undersold just how toxic DWRP is. They didn't mention the endless freakouts about headcanons not matching canon, the people who come up with excuses not to play for months but lose their shit if your character does things without theirs, the panic about someone using a CW or TW meaning the antis have invaded while also viewing people who play or watch too much animation as sus, the "heads up" DMs letting you know so and so is upset about this thing you did but then when you check with so and so they aren't, the scathing remarks about anyone who tags "too much" with a character from one medium to characters from another, the people who ostracize someone for tagging them because "he should have known I ONLY play with MCUs! I didn't say everyone could tag me! he doesn't respect my boundaries!", the refusal to tag with or even acknowledge nonbinary characters and players, the people who'll slide into your DMs to tell you your writing style is suspiciously similar to that of someone who they saw playing some lolicon and they're not saying you're them they're just saying you should know and if you play any girls you're sus, the people who tell you not to play with anyone who has a female live action OC because the only reason someone has one of those is if it's a self-insert...

"You're telling on yourself! Just magically avoid all DMs, comments replying to yours telling you shit, people behaving in dumbass ways, and anon comms!"

Tell me you've never been in a toxic fandom without telling me. This is like saying, "Just avoid every alligator and mosquito in the swamp. It's your fault for not enjoying the swamp. Just go to the parts without the alligators and mosquitos who are actively following you."

If you're a DWRPer salty your hobby is dying: it deserves to die if it's this dysfunctional.

If you're not: Go play there if you think it's so easy to avoid the toxicity. Have fun! You'll enjoy yourself and make lots of stable, well-adjusted friends, I'm sure.

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wellwrittenevilbitch · 7 months

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Okay, this one might be controversial, because 90% of the fandom thinks that he's a bland and cartoonishly evil villain with no depth, but they are Wrong, and this evil bitch is one of the most interesting characters in the story, so. All For One (AFO) from MHA.

Tbh, there's so much to tell about him, I'm kinda at a loss where to start and what to tell here. This is gonna be very rambly, so, sorry lol.

So. All For One. He's the Evil Bitch Supreme. He does awful, evil, terrible things for his own profit (and also for fun), he's completely unapologetic, he's fully self-aware, he knows that the things he's doing are evil. In fact, he's doing all that heinous shit on purpose. He's being evil quite literally on purpose. Because he's playing a character. His favourite comic book villain, to be exact, and essentially is trying to write a 'fix-it' fanfic where his blorbo wins into reality. I'm not gonna go into how exactly he operates, his parasitic nature, his extremely weird and complicated relationship and obsession with his younger brother (that's a whole other can of worms), just gonna talk a little bit about his overall personality.

Unlike other villains in the story, he avoids being humanised. He doesn't want to be humanised. His face is hidden from the readers for 3/4 of the story. His real name is unknown. He glorifies and takes power in the idea of being dehumanised, being just a villain, just a monster. But knowing MHA's themes - no one is inherently a villain. There is no 'inhuman' monsters. They are all very much human. His villain persona isn't just him playing a character, it's more than just him playing a character - it's a form of escapism. So what is he escaping away from? What would force someone to go that far into their own escapism? What would make someone feel that being seen as a monster is better than being seen as a human?

He believes that a person's destiny is defined by their quirk, and that everyone are characters with roles and paths they cannot stray away from. And in his mind, he's also the one who defines those roles and writes the narrative for them. Shigaraki Tomura (Real name: Shimura Tenko), his pupil and 'successor' (whom he kidnapped at the age of 5 and groomed into this 'Shigaraki Tomura' persona for 15 years, btw), is essentially his OC that he based on an evil and obedient version of his late younger brother and that he later tries to quite literally self-insert himself into. And he applies that to himself, too. His villain name is the name of his quirk. He even implies a few times that he is a bit of a kleptomaniac when it comes to quirks, and that he cannot help it because it's HIS (quirk's) nature. In fact, any time someone does not follow his narrative, and acts outside of the little box AFO put them into in his own mind, he goes absolutely livid, shaking, crying, shitting himself, because they're breaking his Immersion the story that he's writing. By trying to be not just the writer, but also the main character and the main villain, he inserted himself into the story, and became bound to it's rules. And if there's a rule in this story, it's that all villains are just people. The further we go, more and more glimpses of his humanity are being shown, despite him desperately trying to hide away that he's just a weak, pitiful person who chose to perpetuate the cycle of abuse done to him and other meta-humans during the Emergence of Quirks era.

In!

#Submission

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beefromanoff · 5 months

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Going Under Ch. 27

summary: the team has had enough of the lovebirds so they take a little getaway back to the city!

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: About You - the 1975

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: okay OKAY this is big, I'm so sorry for the delay! for a while I was getting multiple chapters up in a week and it's taken me like two weeks to finish this one! partly because I wanted to let the last one simmer and didn't know how to follow it up - partly because life was crazy! I had a birthday and was off doing who knows what, but I'm BACK! thanks for the patience and all the loveeee! enjoy!

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“That’s it. I’m moving back to New York.” Sam declared, pushing back from the table. “I’m about to stab myself in the ears.”

“Oh come on, it’s not…horrible.” Steve looked at him apologetically as the sound of a headboard against a wall interrupted him mid-sentence.

A collective groan rang out around the table, Natasha dropping her hand onto her hands and Peter sliding his plate away slowly. It had been just over a week since Gianna and Bucky had officially consummated their relationship and the whole compound knew about it. Those unfortunate enough to share a floor with them had it the worst, hearing the evidence of their passion up to three times every day. Bucky hadn’t helped with training in several days, at Steve’s insistence. When two recruits came in early to get warmed up for their training session and found Gianna pressed up against a wall, legs wrapped around the Winter Soldier himself -- they decided the extra sparring wasn’t worth it. It was an unspoken rule to avoid the dock altogether. What was the setting for their first real kiss had since become a favorite lovemaking spot, especially at sunset.

As much as everyone preferred not to hear the chorus of moans during breakfast, not one person was unhappy about their relationship.

If anyone had experienced more than a lifetime’s worth of pain, it was James Buchanan Barnes.

If anyone had brought color back to his life, a smile back to his face…it was Gianna Cruz. She’d charmed everyone she’d come into contact with on the compound, everything about her oozing genuine sweetness.

They deserved this. They deserved each other.

Everyone else, however, couldn’t help but wonder what the hell they did to deserve this front row ticket to a downright pornographic soundtrack.

“Mornin.’”

The team looked up from their discarded plates, snapping out of whatever daydream they were using to escape reality. Bucky strode towards them, tugging a shirt down over his stomach. His gray sweatpants didn’t leave much to the imagination, especially with the recent excitement not fully out of his system.

“Sleep well, princess?” Sam called from his position leaning against the counter. Bucky narrowed his eyes, regarding him as though deciding if he wanted to growl something back. He settled on something more peaceful.

“Fine.”

“Funny, because I could have sworn I heard you up around 2am.” Nat smirked.

“Now that you mention it,” Wanda pretended to scratch her head in confusion. “I think I heard that too. Or was it 5am?”

“You guys can joke all you want, but I have the room right below them. I might actually need therapy.” Peter deadpanned.

Uncharacteristically quiet amidst the team’s teasing, Bucky poured himself a mug of black coffee and leaned against the counter across from Sam. He sipped the hot drink, looking mildly amused.

“Isn’t this the part where you tell us to shut the hell up or you’ll chokeslam someone out a window?” Sam cocked his head.

“Something tells me he did enough choking last night.” Nat’s smirk only grew.

A half smile played across his face, stubble growing longer than usual from his lack of shaving over the past few days. He said nothing, sipping his coffee again.

“Well? Anything to say for yourself there, Barnes?”

“You guys sound bitter.” He grinned. “You all need to get laid.”

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Gianna’s POV

“Hurry back!” I called from the tangled mess of comforter and sheets, admiring the view of Bucky’s lower back as he disappeared through the door, still pulling his shirt down. My stomach growled. I’d been utterly ravenous lately. Something about sleeping with a super soldier, you’re gonna burn a lot of calories. Thank God my bedroom was close to the kitchen.

Our routine for the past week had been pretty simple. Eat, sleep…fuck.

Well, it wasn’t always fucking. Sometimes it was sweet, gentle, soft. Something that could only be considered making love. Other times…

“Bucky…” I giggled as his hand slid up my shirt in the dark, empty training room.

“It’s okay, we’re so early. Sessions don’t start for another hour.” He grinned, gripping my waist and lifting me up. I couldn’t help the little squeal that escaped me. His hair was still slightly sweaty from his morning run, the smell of him almost intoxicating.

“If you say so, Sarge.” We walked backwards as he kissed me, holding me up as if I was weightless. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to be as close as possible every single second of every single day. When my back gently hit the wall, I felt cold metal fingers slide underneath my skirt, searching for panties to pull to the side.

I wasn’t wearing any.

Bucky groaned into my open mouth, fumbling with his own waistband instead. In a flurry of sweaty kisses and desperate grips, he was inside me. Right there, up against the padded training room wall. I cried out, biting my lip to keep quiet as our sounds echoed through the empty room.

My fingers tangled in his damp hair, my head falling back as he kissed my neck, my collarbone. I was putty in his hands. He was so strong. So steady. He held me up with one hand, the other cupping my face as I moaned. He never broke his steady, desperate pace of thrusts into me.

It sounded like somewhere far away where a door opened and someone sucked in a sharp breath. I was somewhere between utter bliss and intense pleasure and quite honestly didn’t give a shit who saw. When the door slammed behind whoever it was as they fled, I laughed into our kiss until my laughter was drowned by the peak of pleasure he always made sure to give me.

“Miss me?” Bucky breezed back through the door, two steaming mugs in his hands. He handed one to me as he slid back into bed with me.

“Always,” I sipped the coffee, not caring that it was bitter and black. I just needed something to stop the growling in my stomach. “Were they mad?”

He grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Buck,” I elbowed him. “It’s been over a week since we’ve been at breakfast, or any meal…I feel bad.”

“Want me to make you feel good instead?”

“Bucky Barnes!” I gasped in mock offense, ignoring the unironic flutters in my stomach.

“Don’t worry about them.” He stroked a strand of my undoubtedly messy hair behind my ear. “Besides, they won’t have to worry about it for a few days.”

“Hmm, and why is that?”

“I thought we could go up to the Tower for a few days. Just us. It’s not like they’re going to miss me in training anyways, clearly they can get on just fine.” Bucky sipped his coffee. “It’s been a while since we’ve been in the city, and we haven’t really ever been…alone. The tower will be empty for a few days. I figured, I mean if everyone wanted, I thought they could fly out for Thanksgiving later this week. There’s a great view of the parade from the balcony and I thought -”

“Yes.” I couldn’t help cutting him off. He over-explained when he was nervous and as adorable as it was, I couldn’t wait a second longer to tell him how much I loved his idea. “James Buchanan Barnes, that sounds completely and utterly perfect.”

He smiled, shoulders relaxing slightly. “I was hoping you’d say that. We leave in an hour.”

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The Quintet sailed through the night sky, its sleek form navigating the clouds effortlessly. Seated in the co-pilot's chair, Gianna watched the blur of terrain below, marveling at the view as Bucky guided the aircraft towards New York.

"You know, you're pretty hot as a pilot." she remarked with a grin.

He grinned, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "This is one of the more difficult flights I’ve had."

“Really? Why?” Her brows furrowed.

“Because I need to keep my eyes on the sky, but all I want to do is look at the girl in the seat next to me.”

Gianna's fingers traced the edge of the console as she blushed. Her gaze rose to the miles of red and orange forest that stretched out before them, soaking in the beauty that was fall in the Northeast.

"So, smooth talker, what's the plan for our little New York adventure?" she inquired.

"I figured we'd keep it simple. A stroll through Central Park, see the leaves before they fall. Maybe get dressed up in honor of our first dinner outside the bedroom in eight days. And, of course, a visit to that coffee shop you like so much."

Eyes crinkled in adoration, she responded, "You remembered."

"There’s nothing about you I want to forget." He removed his hand briefly from the control panel to squeeze her knee.

"You're smooth, Barnes." She grinned, hugging her knees to her chest in the bucket seat. “But I never said I was ready to stop eating all of our meals in the bedroom.”

Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her, grinning. “As you wish.”

As they talked, the Quintet flew past the blur of colored below, emerging towards the industrial hues of the city. Bucky guided them through the familiar skyline towards the impossible to miss Avengers’ Tower. Gianna watched the buildings fly by beneath them, fully at ease whenever she was with him. As they descended onto the landing platform that was nearly in the clouds itself, she couldn’t help but feel like the city had never been this colorful in all the years she’d lived here alone.

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The soft glow of the city's night seeped through the curtains, casting a muted radiance in the room. Almost the entire day had been a blur, with their bags dropped on the ground within seconds of the elevator doors closing behind them. They’d collapsed to the ground in a mess of kisses and hands and laughter.

Lovemaking.

After dozing off on the criminally soft carpet, they’d settled into Bucky’s room. Somehow, after offering to pour them some wine, Gianna found herself bent over the bar where she had drunkenly kissed him a few months prior.

Fucking.

After a long, steamy shower, they’d decided it was best for them to go out. Get out of the house, if only to preserve their bodies from the ravenous desires that didn’t seem to be slowing down.

Finally, Gianna emerged from the bedroom, fastening her second earring. She was adorned in a dress that flowed around her, a dark green that pulled a sparkle from her eyes. Standing up from the barstool where he waited for her, Bucky let out a low whistle.

"Wow," he remarked, offering a half-smile. “You look…wow.”

Gianna grinned, a hint of blush coloring her cheeks. "Has it been that long since I brushed my hair?"

He extended his arm. "Shall we?"

She chuckled, slipping her arm through his. "Lead the way, kind sir."

The stepped into the elevator and Gianna didn’t hide her gaze as it raked over him. A simple black dress shirt with black slacks, hugging him in all the right places. As much as she loved him with bedhead, he looked so damn handsome with his hair tucked behind his ears. As they reached the bottom, she noticed something different – one of Tony's vintage convertible sports cars gleaming in the front circle drive.

"Is this...?" she began, eyes wide.

Bucky nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "A classy ride for a classy lady."

Gianna laughed, genuine surprise lighting up her features. "I…wow. I didn’t expect this.”

"I’m full of surprises," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips as he opened the passenger door for her.

As they settled into the plush leather seats of the car, Bucky turned the key, and the engine purred to life. They glided through the city streets, the wind tousling Gianna's hair. It was warm for November in New York, but the breeze gave her a chill nonetheless.

"So why the car tonight?" she asked, watching the city lights streak by.

Bucky glanced at her, a playful grin forming. "I thought it would be good to remind ourselves that we can have a normal night out. No security, no fanfare. Just two people enjoying each other's company."

Gianna smiled, the simplicity of the sentiment resonating with her. "Normal sounds nice."

"Besides," he added, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "I don’t think you need security considering the company you’re in."

She laughed, leaning back against the seat. "True, although I’m more concerned about fangirls coming after you than me these days."

Bucky steered them into the valet circle in front of one of Gianna's favorite restaurants, an Italian place on the edge of town. A soft Frank Sinatra song greeted them as they parked, and he offered Gianna his arm once more as he helped her from the vehicle.

"Ready for a calm, normal night out?" he asked, his gaze steady.

"As long as the night in afterwards is anything but," she replied, her sultry smile a direct contrast to the sweetness of her face. She could have sworn she heard a low growl escape his lips as he held the door open for her.

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The soft hum of conversation and the clink of cutlery against fine china surrounded them as they enjoyed the cozy ambiance of the intimate Italian restaurant. Candlelight flickered, casting warm shadows on the walls as they savored the last bites of their meal.

As the server cleared their plates, Bucky took a sip of his wine, eyes never leaving Gianna. "You know, you're even more enchanting under this light."

Gianna grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Barnes."

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "I don't need flattery. Maybe just a bit more wine."

She lifted her wine glass in a mock toast before downing the rest of her glass, never breaking eye contact.

Their playful banter melted into a comfortable silence as they browsed the dessert menu. The restaurant's atmosphere, the classic love songs softly playing over the speakers, the warmth in Gianna’s stomach from the wine…all of it yielded to a moment that seemed to suspend in time.

Bucky broke the quiet, his tone soft but sincere. "I…I never thought I'd find someone who could pull me out of the shadows. Gianna…you saved me in ways I didn't know I needed saving."

Gianna reached across the table, her fingers finding his. "And you, Bucky Barnes, have saved me so many times I lost count. You saved me from people, from circumstances. But even more than that…you saved me from feeling alone in this world. I've traveled to so many places, performed in front of countless crowds, but it always felt like I was on the outside looking in. Until you." She squeezed his hand.

Their gazes held, a silent acknowledgment of the confessions they’d both laid bare. The restaurant's soundtrack of old-school ballads seemed to underscore the emotions in the air.

Bucky stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "I thought I could feel this way. After everything. I didn’t think I could feel so...alive." He shook his head, looking down. “I’m sorry, I’m not as good with words as you.”

Gianna's eyes softened, and she smiled. "Funny, I was thinking the exact opposite. You make me feel alive, too.”

He raised his glass with the hand not holding hers. “To feeling alive.” Their glasses clinked, the last of their wine not holding a candle to the intoxication from the buzz between them.

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The car purred to a stop in front of the Avengers' Tower, its vintage frame a testament to another time. It was perfect for her forties’ man, with all his charm, Gianna thought as she leaned comfortably against Bucky's shoulder in the seat. The afterglow of their dinner date still lingered as they pulled to the front circle drive. The familiar sight of a small crowd greeted them. Fans, recognizably holding posters and notebooks, mingled with the ever-present paparazzi, their cameras flashing like strobe lights. Gianna shared a glance with Bucky, her expressive eyes conveying a mix of humor and a hint of apprehension.

Bucky extended his arm to Gianna as they stepped out of the car, a subtle nod of solidarity exchanged between them. To their astonishment, the clamor for autographs and attention was almost evenly divided between the pop star and the previously polarizing Winter Soldier.

A group of young girls, their eyes wide with admiration, eagerly held out notebooks and printed photos for Bucky to sign. Gianna, ever the good sport, grinned at the irony of the situation. Just as she predicted, with his rugged charm and a hint of vulnerability, Bucky was attracting just as much attention from the fans as she was. He paused, looking at her apprehensively. Gianna nodded in encouragement, releasing his arm so he could sign the various things being thrust out to him.

The paparazzi, relentless in their pursuit of a scoop, bombarded them with questions. Gianna, accustomed to the circus of public life, fielded inquiries with her signature grace and media training. "Oh, you know, just enjoying a night out in the city." She flashed her dazzling smile, patiently waiting for Bucky to finish.

Bucky, a stoic figure in the midst of the whirlwind, focused on signing autographs. The paparazzi, sensing an opportunity for a more intimate story, decided to push their luck.

"Sergeant Barnes, any truth to the rumors that you and Gianna Cruz are more than just coworkers?"

Bucky, without missing a beat, shot a look at Gianna, his blue eyes carrying a hint of playfulness. "Did this look like a business meeting to you?"

A ripple of laughter ran through the crowd, the tension momentarily diffused. Gianna winked at him. "He's the best bodyguard I’ve ever had. Very committed to his job."

The crowd chuckled, appreciating the banter between the unlikely duo. The paparazzi, determined to get a headline, persisted. "But seriously, all those nights on the road, living at the compound…it must make for blurred lines!”

This time, Bucky hesitated for a split second, narrowing his eyes at the personal question. He ignored it and went back to signing for the giddy teenage girls.

"Gianna, over here! How was the date?"

"Is it true you two are a couple?"

"Mr. Barnes, are you falling for the pop star?"

The questions came rapid-fire, but Gianna, well-versed in the art of dodging personal queries, maintained her poise. "Can’t go wrong with a meal at Avanzare’s, I highly recommend the lasagna."

Bucky, however, wasn't as accommodating. As fans clamored for autographs, Bucky's only half of his attention was on them, keeping a close watch on Gianna the entire time. No one dared step closer to her with the intense look in Bucky’s eye challenging them. Gianna, fully at ease, smiled and engaged with the fans.

Then came the question that altered the script. "Bucky Barnes, the Quarterback for the New York Jets recently went on record saying he was, and I quote ‘absolutely in love with Gianna Cruz. Do you have any comments for that?"

Gianna rolled her eyes. Another celebrity she’d never met, name dropping her on a late night show in hopes of going viral. An old, tired PR trick. Bucky, distracted from the question by his split focus on the fans and Gianna’s safety, spoke candidly.

“Yeah, he can join the club.”

The revelation hung in the air, a collective gasp from the crowd. Bucky, realizing what he had admitted, turned to Gianna. She stood there, a mixture of surprise and giddiness on her face, mirrored by the expressions of the onlookers.

"I..." Bucky spoke slowly. “I am so…unbelievably, uncontrollably, stupidly, insanely in love with her.”

His words were hanging in the night air as he blindly tossed the sharpie he was holding back to a fan and stepped to Gianna. She was beaming so widely her cheeks hurt.

“It’s about time you said so.” She spoke softly. “Here I’ve been, hopelessly in love since the first week of tour.” He looked down at her, running his fingers down the back of her arms. Goosebumps erupted in their wake.

“I’m sorry. I love you. I’m in love with you. I don’t care if the whole goddamn world knows it.”

In a flash, he scooped Gianna up, spun her around and kissed her. Without setting her down or breaking the kiss, Bucky walked into the front doors of Stark Tower, the facial recognition somehow allowing them in despite their faces being pressed together.

The paparazzi seized the moment, their cameras clicking furiously. The fans, witnessing a real-life drama unfold, erupted into applause. The reporter who’d asked the question blinked, still processing what had happened.

"Well, that's a headline I didn't see coming."

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #avengers #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter solider x reader #winter soldier fluff #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier smut

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dominophile · 3 months

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TW: suicide (the whole piece leads up to that), talk of infection, talk of blood, talk of decay, gun mention and use, just general angst

Also warning: some hinted at oc x canon. I know that's not everyone's jam.

This is a Trolls Infection au. This piece is the thoughts and actions leading up to my oc (Gizmo) taking his own life.

I think this is a nice show of my writing skills! (and maybe people will request stuff /j)

Please keep in mind this is an oc writing piece, it includes some characters that don't exist in canon!

Fiend belongs to @plague-doctors-tomato-soup

With all that said and done, read away! And if you see a spelling error no you don't 😊 /j

Trolls Infection: Gizmo's Chosen Fate

Gizmo sits on the grass, friends gathered around him making sure he's ok. He doesn't notice. He's staring at the blood soaked grass in front of him.

Why keep going when this fate befalls everyone he knows?

He already lost two of his best friends, granted one was still alive somewhere in the woods, just infected beyond recognition. But he knew. He knew it was her the moment they locked eyes before she sprinted off, protecting him just as she did when they were alive and well.

Why did his life matter so much, that even the decaying disease ridden body of his closest friend would care to save his ass again? Especially since that's what sealed her fate in the first place.

"Hey Gizmo, you ok...?" He snaps back to reality, hearing his name.

"...I'm fine Floyd. I just... I gotta stop wandering off I guess." He concludes. That wasn't the truth, and he was sure Floyd knew that. But he also knew Floyd wouldn't pry, not now.

There was at least a little truth to his words though. He had been wandering off lately. He wasn't sure why, but he just felt like... searching. For what he had no idea, just something.

He would often find himself deep in the woods, the sounds of creatures nearby, hidden by the inky black of night didn't scare him. After all, dying by the hands of a wild animal would be a mercy at this point. At least he wouldn't end up killing off his own friends like if he was infected.

He barely notices Floyd helping him up off the ground, just moving whatever direction he was pulled.

He walks back to camp in a daze. This couldn't go on, he couldn't stand living like this anymore.

He was useless in a fight, he knew he was dragging the rest of the group down.

He couldn't just run either, every time an infected came hear him, he was no better than a deer trapped in the headlights, knowing certain death was near but never moving to avoid it.

That started with Creek. For whatever their often strained relationship was worth, he had liked the guy. A lot actually. It was an added bonus to have someone who knew meditation and breathing methods too. He was calmer, for a while. He felt safe somehow. Maybe that's why he didn't run when he saw what had become of the other. Why he looked past the animalistic, murderous look in his dull eyes. Why Fiend wasn't here with him anymore.

Just him being here was causing so many problems. He didn't want to be a burden like that

His other option was being a coward, but he didn't mind. As long as he never had to see the last few people he cared about become infected.

So the plan was set.

Gizmo spends the rest of the day in high spirits. Singing duets with Poppy, scavenging with Branch, spending quality time with Floyd, whatever anyone in the group wanted.

When he has a moment, he digs through his bag, it holds some essentials, but mostly a few things he thought to be valuable to him. Sentimental value had kept him going at the start of all this.

He spends some time handing out his things to everyone in the group. Brushing off the concern from a few of them.

"It's nothing I just care"

"I was scared of losing it"

"this suits you much better"

Finally, he has two things left. His own personal choker, and his hug time bracelet.

The bracelet went to Branch. He didn't have his own, so Gizmo had a great excuse to hand it over.

His choker was another story, and he doesn't give it up until the sun begins to set

"Floyd, hey, can I talk to you?" He calls out, waving Floyd down and smiling brightly.

"What's going on?" Floyd asks, walking closer to the unsettlingly cheerful Troll.

"I have a gift!"

"A gift?"

"Yeah!" He takes the choker from around his neck, and places it in Floyd's hands.

Floyd looks at him, obviously confused, so Gizmo elaborates.

"It's to remember me by!"

"Remember you...?"

"Mhm! You never know what could happen, so when something does, don't forget me, ok?"

"Gizmo nothings going to happen to you, we all will make sure of that"

"I know I know just- please promise me?"

"But-"

"Please Floyd. Just promise you won't forget me. For my peace of mind please just promise me." The happy disguise falters, and he can feel tears threatening to fall if he's not careful to keep his emotions in check.

Floyd hesitates. "...Ok. Yeah I promise, of course I won't forget you. I could never."

"Good!" Gizmo brightens up again. "Now it's getting dark, let's get some rest?" He suggests, already walking back to the others who are settling in for the night. Floyd follows, but he doesn't say a word.

Time passes, everyone falls asleep, Gizmo is curled up like a cat against Floyd, but he's not asleep. His eyes are open, his vision blurry from the tears.

Eventually, he stands up, careful to not wake anyone. He sits up against a tree where the moonlight is hitting it just enough that he can see what he's doing. He pulls a piece of paper and a pen from someone's bag, and begins writing.

I love all of you. So much. Don't think my actions mean I don't. By the time you find this note, I'm hopefully long gone.

I don't have a place here, I think you all know that. I got my best friend killed, because I couldn't fight.

So with that said, don't any of you give up like I am. I'm a coward, I already know that. I always have been.

Stay safe, stay alive, find a way out of this. I know you guys can do it once I'm gone.

I'm sorry I couldn't handle this. I'm sorry I took the easy way out. I love you.

With all my love,

Gizmo

Gizmo looks at the note, cringing slightly at his own sloppy handwriting. It was readable, it's fine.

He reads the last part, wondering if who that's meant for will figure that out. He hopes not. In some sad way he's sure they already know what's going to happen, even before they'll read the note.

With a sigh, he takes the paper and places it under a heavy rock, making sure it's still visible.

He then rumages around quietly until he finds a small gun. He fumbles with it until there's only one bullet inside. No reason to take their supplies beyond what he needs after all.

He moves to his own bag, digging around the few remains of items inside and pulling out what Fiend left him. His only remaining possessions he didn't hand off to the others.

He puts everything on, takes a deep breath, and turns away from the group, walking into the dark forest.

He's searching again, but this time he knows what for.

He's looking for an end. His end. To finally finish this chapter and close the book for good.

He walks, taking in the sounds and smells of the forest. It was eerily quiet, almost like the forest itself knew what was about to happen, and was offering a moment of silence.

He finds a small clearing, surrounded by trees almost in a circle. To someone else, it would seem creepy, but he felt at peace. He knew everything would be ok again soon. It was almost over. He was almost free.

He turns back the way he came, looking out into the woods. He knew the camp was that way, where all his friends we're sleeping peacefully. He hopes their dreams serve as an escape from the nightmare reality has become.

He takes a shakey breath, absentmindedly setting the gun up to shoot. He doesn't move his gaze, instead holding the gun up and placing it against his head.

Then he smiles. Tears stream down his cheeks, but he's smiling.

"I love you Floyd" Is all he can think to say, not giving himself the time to think the words over before he pulls the trigger.

Boom.

A gunshot sounds throughout the forest, echoing around the trees and scaring the birds up into the sky.

The sound was louder than Gizmo probably intended, but he couldn't do anything now. His world was already faded to black.

Finally, he could sleep at last.

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elf-simp · 3 months

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Right so as I mentioned yesterday here's the new oc:

Kingdoms twin brother, Castle Atoel

This was a fleeting thought that pretty much started and ended at: "What if King had a sibling named Castle? Wouldn't that be kinda funny haha." Granted I did muddle over different ideas for a time that, maybe, made more sense? But none of them captivated me.

However I mentioned as much in one of my discords the other day and immediately got dog piled and encouraged to make it a reality. I was initially opposed because aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa but. I was convinced enough to at least mess with glamours. Then that quickly turned into me messing with material files. Then opening blender and making a simple edit to Radiant fending that finally opened my minds eye:

Yes it is critical that they both have insanely high collars. After that I began to think about just how he'd work and what makes him different from yet synergistic enough with Kingdom to justify doing all this. All the thoughts I've got right now are very scattered but:

King is far more 'magically charged' than Castle. Castle as a result doesn't float around like King does. However he does have something else he can do (Surprise tool for later). For other extremely specific non-interesting lore reasons this is important.

While I've yet to fully define Castle's power set, both he and King have the whole crazy terrifying shadow demon thing going on. (Dad would be proud! Maybe!)

Castle's loadout is also not finalized But it currently contains Paladin and is going to contain Viper.

King hates pretzels, Castle loves them. This is one of the few things they will fight about.

They are both lactose intolerant. Castle respects that his body can suck at times and tries to avoid it dairy but Kingdom can and will devour icecream like it's going extinct.

Kingdom has a catchphrase. Castle thinks it's stupid and groans dramatically every time Kingdom says it.

In terms of personality Castle picks up more from their mom (Madeline) than he does from their dad (Seiei). Vice Versa for King.

^ Because of this Castle is an order of magnitude more charismatic than his brother, often taking the roll of the "face" between the two

Despite this, Castle is not a master strategist or negotiator. This isn't to say he is dumb however, it's just that he isn't as creative as Kingdom when put in situations™.

Since they're twins they are BOTH the Warrior(s) of light

^ I have an explanation for this that I will never share because I'm embarrassed about it ♥.

Being that they are of the same sundered soul, they do have a minor psychic link. Not really telepathy per say but they like radio transmit vibes. Kinda like sharing a meme but at light speed.

Castle's birth name is Alonsoa. This name is taken from a tall-ish flowering plant in the tribe "Hemimerideae." The same tribe that Nemesia is in.

There's more stirring in my head but none of it is landing on solid ground just yet so this is it for now but yeah! That's the new little guy. I'm gonna go back to playing dress up and writing scattered thoughts down where no one can see :3

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv elezen #elezen #Kingdom Atoel #Castle Atoel #Scurries back under my rock #Embarrassing: Local tumblr user creates new little guy #oc ramblin

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ponybullet · 1 month

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im going to be so for real, a lot of people who were involved with apreading rumors about me when i was 19 about me being an incest shipper are popping back up, id like to say that during that time of my life i was living with my dad who was sexually assaulting/harassing me, and i spent almost my entire year during 2020 and 2021 drinking to avoid that reality. i didn't understand that swapping juno from "john lalonde" to my oc, and then shipping him with a john strider would've been proof that "i was into incest" but the fact that i had people 10 years older than me harrassing me on discord, the dms, and my asks for years after fucking sucks, man. juno wasn't even a fucking kidswap conceptually, if you ask anyone youd know i use kidswaps/bloodswaps as a way to rp ocs without getting the cold shoulder, like was very common in the early rpc. since the communities been more accepting towards ocs, i havent felt the need to do that anymore. i just make them.

i think its unusually fucking cruel to have gone around while i was being assaulted and experiencing the things you guys claimed i was fetishizing while i was 19, drunk, and living with my rapist, who was also my fucking dad.

i'm blocking anyone whos close to these people. i'm not comfortable seeing someone whos nearly a decade older than me knowing that they were trying to convince me and other people that I had somehow turned into an incest lover over night. this community doesnt know how to treat survivors at all and you need to get better, this shit is insane.

#ooc #csa // mention #incest // mention

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ggukiepie · 2 years

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as it was

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you bump into jungkook days after you find out he has a girlfriend; things don't go so well

tags: bil!couple, college!au, bff!jk, two idiots in love, angst :(, oc is going thru it she's in her emo era, jk is kinda mean idk you be the judge of that, some flashbacks here and there

warnings: none

wc: 1.1k

a/n: well...i'm back LOL been in my feels lately and was listening to deja vu while writing this but the title is after a harry styles song so there's that. this wasn't supposed to be the next installment but i didn't like what i wrote before so here u go !! sorry for being gone for so long hope you like it guys <33 / series masterlist / main masterlist

You watch him hand her coffee. It’s the one from your favorite café. You’re already deep in your feelings, so you make yourself believe it’s the same order he’d always get for you.

“Again, Kook?” you laugh as he hands you your favorite coffee. “This is like, the third time in a week you bought coffee for me.”

He shrugs and smiles that smile you’ve fallen in love with—the one where his teeth are in full display and his dimples appear. “You’re having a busy week. Just wanna help in any way I can.”

You stand on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Kook.”

Jiwoo’s just as tall as Jungkook, so she doesn’t have to tiptoe to kiss him. Not on the cheek. She’s Jungkook’s girlfriend, so she has every right to kiss him on the lips. And she does. And it makes Jungkook smile.

And it makes you want to cry.

But you’re done with crying over him (or so you think), so you turn around and take the long way to get to class. You don’t want to bump into Jungkook or Jiwoo. You don’t think you can face seeing them together, being all cuddled up and in love.

But you do feel bad since you’ve been avoiding Jungkook. He hasn’t done anything wrong and all of a sudden his best friend abandons him. He did try reaching out for a week, and then gave up all together. You just want to be selfish a little while longer, avoid them both and guard what’s left of your heart.

You make it to class and enter the room right as your professor is about to start his lecture. This is the class you share with Jiwoo, and you have a feeling Jungkook’s just dropped her off. At least you didn’t see him. You take your seat at the very back of the room and try to take down notes of the lecture. She’s sitting in the middle of the lecture room, coffee right there in your line of sight.

You try to listen intently, try to engage yourself in the lecture but it’s no use. The stupid cup of coffee is there and you can see there’s a little note in Jungkook’s handwriting.

In the middle of the lecture, you stand up with a sigh and make your way out to get a little bit of fresh air. Just to clear your head, to rearrange your feelings and your heart and make sure you’re all ok again. It shouldn’t even be that deep—your best friend’s dating someone else and that someone else isn’t you. It’s not like you ever confessed your feelings for Jungkook, nor did he do the same to you. So in reality, there was nothing ever going on between the both of you.

But your heart physically aches, so why does it feel like you’ve lost a part of you?

And because the world is cruel and loves to hurt people, you see Jungkook right outside the lecture room. He’s holding one of his favorite jackets, the one you’d always borrow.

He rolls his eyes as soon as you step out. “You really made me wait,” he deadpans. “I have class right now as well!”

You smile at him cheekily and grab the jacket from his hold. “Someone asked a question and it was interesting and I wanted to listen!”

He rolls his eyes at you but you know Jungkook isn’t mad. The moment you texted him to ask if he had a spare jacket he immediately replied that he was on the way to your classroom. You didn’t know it would be cold inside—usually the air conditioning is broken but you suppose today it just decided to work.

“You are such a nerd,” he sighs. “You secretly record every class of yours, __, you won’t miss anything.”

“Whatever!” You stick your tongue out at him and he reaches over to tickle your sides. “Kook!” you laugh and try to break away from him. It’s no use—he’s too strong and tall and you never stood a chance. He grabs your waist to carry you and place you on the other side of the hall, right by the lockers to trap you and tickle you even more.

“Gotta get back to class,” you say in between breaths, trying to tickle him as well.

“Okay, okay,” he finally says. He steps back and smiles at you. “See you after class?”

“Yup.” You kiss his cheek hastily and run back to the room. “See you!” you say over your shoulder.

You’re brought back to reality and try to say something, anything, to get rid of the silence.

Jungkook’s just as shocked as you, feet rooted on the floor and body unmoving.

“Hi,” you finally say, but it comes out hoarse and awkward. Like you aren’t talking to your best friend. Like you’re greeting a stranger.

“Hey, __,” Jungkook says back. He gulps nervously and smiles a little. “How are you?”

“Good,” you say. The standard reply. You hope he can’t tell you’re lying. “What’re you doing here?” you finally ask. But you think you know why.

“Oh…” He looks down at the jacket as if suddenly remembering he brought it with him. “Just, uhm…” He avoids your stare and it confirms your thoughts. You want to laugh at the situation you’re in. Of course. Of course something like this would happen to you.

“Wanted to give this to Jiwoo,” he finally says as he brings the jacket up. You nod and smile, trying to make yourself understand. Trying to make yourself let go. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be at all. Maybe he didn’t feel the same as you did. Maybe it was just friendship after all. Yeah, he’s loving her the same way he loved you before. But maybe it was a different kind of love. Not the kind you want, not the one you’ve been yearning for ever since you realized you’re in love with your best friend.

You read it all wrong, you finally realize. He doesn’t love you like that. It’s the same but it’s also different. The way he loves her—it’s out loud, simple, clear. No confusing thoughts, no what ifs or could be’s. He’s her boyfriend and she’s his girlfriend and that’s that.

You’re his best friend. Was.

And that’s that.

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unreadpoppy · 5 months

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song as old as rhyme - chapter 14

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 13

Read on AO3

A/N: i hope the dress description made sense because i'm terrible at describing clothes even if i'm looking at a photo reference.

Taglist: @littlemoondarling

@desenhosdebolso

@shyminnie07

@lemonandhoneytea

“This is not going to work.” Elize sighed, letting go of Haarlep, after stepping on their toe for the umpteenth time. She quietly apologized to him, again.

“Oh dear.” They said, sitting down to rub their aching feet. “In other times, I’d say not to lose hope, but this is indeed a dire case.”

“I’m going to embarrass myself.” Elize groaned and laid on the ground, looking up. For two weeks, she had been getting Haarlep’s help, but it was going nowhere. The ball would happen later tonight and, at least in the dance department, she felt she made no progress.

While she stared at the ceiling, she kept wondering: why did she care so much about this?

In the past, she would have avoided Raphael to hell and back, and now she kept looking forward to talking with him. Every time they had dinner together, she ended up learning more about him, discovering he was not all that she had previously thought.

Raphael intrigued her. And she didn’t want to embarrass him or herself in front of others, but in her head, Elize kept thinking of multiple scenarios where everything went wrong. The urge to bite her nails was getting stronger but she resisted.

She came back to reality when Haarlep said “Don’t worry about that. If you keep thinking about what you’ll do wrong, you won’t get to enjoy anything. I mean, Raphael is -”

“If you’re going to finish that sentence by saying he’s awful in bed, I already know it.” Elize cut the incubus off. She did not need another reminder from Haarlep about how their master was a selfish lover.

“Rude.” Haarlep said.

Before Elize could reply, the sound of a portal opening made her sit up and see Raphael walk in. She sighed and once again, laid on the floor.

He raised an eyebrow at the scene. “What in the hells is going on?”

“Elize is stressed because-”

“I can’t do it!” She shouted, suddenly. “I stepped on Haarlep’s feet like ten thousand times by now, my arse is hurting from the two falls I took, this is going to be a disaster.” She sat and looked up at Raphael.

The cambion analyzed the scene for a moment and then let out a laugh. Elize looked at him quizzically.

“If you are having so much trouble, dear.” He walked towards her and offered his hands, helping her stand up. “Maybe I can help.”

Raphael took one of her hands, while she put her free hand on his shoulder. He then placed his other hand on her waist and pulled her close.

Elize blushed and tried to look down but he said “Ah ah. Eyes up.” He started moving them, two steps forwards, two steps back and so on and on. “If you look at your feet, you’ll only get lost.”

Raphael’s gaze was intense and she felt as if he was looking beyond her flesh and seeing all her insecurities. She tried looking at the other people in the room, Haarlep and Mol, but that only made her more nervous.

Almost on cue, he leaned closer and said. “You’re doing good but you need to relax.”

“I just…I’m feeling very vulnerable.” She sighed.

Raphael nodded and stopped, turning towards the others.. “Haarlep, Mol, give us some privacy.” He demanded. Mol tried to protest but Haarlep pulled her along. He snapped his fingers, and music could be heard.

“Let’s try this again.” He approached her again, and bowed slightly, one hand behind his back while the other was offered to her. Elize took a deep breath and placed her hand in his.

“Do not worry about others. All you have to do is follow my lead and enjoy yourself” He said and then they began dancing. This time, Elize focused on the music, allowing it to wash over her. They eventually got to a rhythm so calming that it made her close her eyes momentarily.

When she opened them again, he was smiling at her. “Good.” He whispered and she smiled back.

Eventually, the song came to an end and with it, Raphael dipped Elize, which surprised her. She held onto him, and Raphael forced himself to just look at her face and not downwards.

He pulled her back up, still holding her hands. “I believe you’ll do just fine.” He said, leaning closer. “I left your garment in your room. Go ask Korilla to help you.” Raphael let go of her and then snapped away.

Biting her lip, she quickly walked to her room.

…

The dress was gorgeous.

It was mainly a dark blue color, with golden and red accents,and embroidery. It was long sleeved and the shoulders were slightly puffy. To finish it off, it had a sweetheart neckline, which, Elize quickly noticed when she put it on, accentuated her breasts.

Along with it, there were a pair of earrings, a necklace, shoes and a hairpin.

Korilla had also helped her do her hair, and when it was done, she nodded and said. “You look good. The master will like it.”

Elize blushed. “Thank you.”

There was a knock on the door and Korilla opened it,, revealing Raphael from the other side. The warlock asked her master to leave and she did so, leaving the two alone in Elize’s room. She smiled at him, noticing the way his breath hitched. She also realized that he was wearing the same colors as she.

“I believe everything is to your satisfaction?” He asked.

“It is.” She gave him a small turn. “You have good taste.”

“That I do.” He smirked.

Elize grabbed something from the vanity, her glasses, and walked up to him. “Although, I don’t think these exactly match with the rest.” She finished it by putting them on.

Raphael snapped his fingers. “Look in the mirror.” When Elize did so, she noticed that her sight was the same but she couldn’t see her glasses.

“Did you make them invisible?”

“Clever girl.” He smirked, and then offered his arm. “Now, let us go. I do not like tardiness.”

She grabbed his arm and he snapped both of them away.

#raphael x oc #raphael x elize #not tav oc #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #beauty and the beast AU #my writing #haarlep bg3 #korilla bg3

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