#the rats name is buck btw

[chicoryblue]

He sticks out like a sore, decaying thumb, light swimming through him in dappled leaf and bottle greens. His skin, always slightly damp, has an unnatural give to it. It just feels like you could push your claws all the way in. But you resist the urge, only halfway mollified by his chuckled assurance that it's fine, really, he's just a bit transparent, that's all - he was always bad at hiding his emotions, anyway.

Edit: Got struck by inspo, so here’s Wishbone in all his ‘a bully turned my hat around and pushed me glory’

#will i ever settle on a writing style for the bios? #probably not #my cursed sad scrawny goo boy #oh god hes like congealed sprite with a skeleton floating in it #it just hit me like i knew the color was reminding me of something #also #the rats name is buck btw #art #my art #chicorydraws #FR #flight rising #fr dragon share #fr mirror #my dragons

[joelhoney]

do u take requests? if u do, could i have an outbreak au where reader rides joel in his truck? thank u! i LOVED #1 girl btw

open road

wanted to practice my writing skills again so here! :)

warnings: 18+ !!!! smut, pwp, implied age gap, feminine reader, daddy kink sry, pet names galore

“One of the guys called you scary.”

The sky is dull, something bland and colorless in-between blue and grey—something that’s become a norm. A clear, cloudless sky comes once every few months if a trickle of luck happens to dwell upon the area, but even for a pair that travels as much as you and Joel do, the memories of that kind of weather have become few and far between. Joel is grown, though, and he’s wise, and he knows there isn’t any good that comes out of complaining over something as trivial as this.

Anyway, he’s got a whole little ball of sunshine beside him, feet propped up on the dashboard clumsily.

“Hm. What’d you say?” He grunts back, trying to hide how the comment has begun to make him think. He’s not new to the entire scary bit, but every time the comment arises he finds himself wanting to know your thoughts, if you agree, if you know he doesn’t mind the reputation as long as you find him the opposite.

“I said no, you’re just old.”

You’re in your socks because you hate the weight of the boots you wear, and you’re wearing one of his old shirts, from years and years ago, thin with wear and the collar cut off so it hangs across your collarbones. It’s your favorite, this ratted brown color with a band on it that performed when you weren’t even born yet, you think. Joel likes this one, too, he won’t tell you just how much; he just hopes you don’t pick up on the fact that he fucks you all the more harder whenever you wear this around him.

“I’m not old, sugar.” 

“You are old. Older than me and the guy who said you were scary.” A lithe hand comes twisting at the grey hairs on his temple. He tuts and you pull back, giggling out an apology. “When’re we getting there?”

“Slow down. The open road is a blessin’, don’t you think, sweetheart?” To Joel, everything is a blessing in the height of such an uncertain time—a blessin’, in his vernacular, his drawled-out twang. It’s his turn, now, to reach across the console and wrap a hand around your thigh. It tickles, and you tense through the material of your jeans. Sometimes you wonder if you can wear your dresses on tasks like these, ones not so high in urgency, but with a destination nevertheless. You want a clicker gnawin’ off your leg, be my guest, he said once, and that was that.

“I guess,” you muster half-heartedly, fingers skating along the expanse of Joel’s hand. Two of your fingers align with one of his own. Outside the scenery is mostly grey, barely green, lifeless, but interesting anyway, the ruins and the rot, blatant reminders of what you’re all living in the thick of.

You swallow and wrap a hand around his wrist. “Do we need to be there now?”

He huffs out this laugh between exasperation, and quickly he presses two fingers to the crotch of your bottoms. “So soon?” He’d just eaten you out before you left less than two hours ago, the hem of your shirt stuffed into your mouth so nobody would hear. You buck up into his hand, which has now left, and whine lowly in your throat.

“That wasn’t fair,” you bemoan, chasing his hand. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly. 

“I’m jus’ try’na enjoy the road, dove. Back then, this’d be drownin’ in traffic. People beatin’ the five-thirty rush. Now it’s jus’ you and me.” He hums some song, this soully little thing, one he likes to sing on the road when it’s just you in the car. If anyone else tags along, he’s silent. 

“Jo-el,” you whine. “No fair. You got me all wet.”

He sucks air in through his teeth, pats you lightly on the smooth surface of your cheek without even having to spare you a glance. “Be patient with me, sweetheart. We need to get there in time.” There’s an edge to his voice, hardened a bit; he’s not reminding this time, he’s warning. You pout and peek out the half-cracked window. Open road and the dim horizon, no sign of the building you’re supposed to stop at.

“Fine.” Your voice comes out like a sneer.

He clicks his tongue. “I said patient.”

“I am being—” you huff, crossing your arms and lowering your feet noisily. “It’s not fair that you touched me and then won’t even let me—let yourself—whatever.” You shuffle, bumbling irritatedly by yourself for a minute. 

If you ask Joel, some of his best moments come from getting you to behave.

Because you are virtually impossible to wrangle into some semblance of obedience. It used to be next to impossible to even get you to shut up, but over time it got easier—thumb on the pad of your tongue, knee shoved in-between your legs, hand wrung into your hair. Just like that, and you’re his pliant little baby again. If you ask Joel now, he’d sigh contentedly, say how proud he’s become that you’re no longer the bratty minx you once were.

But that would be a lie, he figures, once he hears the exaggeratedly breathy moans from his right.

He doesn’t need to look to know what you’ve wrapped yourself up into, your hand shoved into your unzipped jeans, rubbing slow circles along your pussy. It probably doesn’t even feel as good as it sounds, even if you make noises with everything he does to you. Feels so good, Daddy, you whisper into the air, and he trails a hand down to squeeze himself through his jeans.

“How good, baby?” He grunts, eyes flitting over to you. You, in that goddamn t-shirt and everything, looking delicious enough to eat. He’d told you once never to wear shit like skirts and dresses, but God the amount of times he hoped you’d wear them anyway, so he could bounce you up and down on his dick and have you barely undressed. He swears he has dreams of his favorite pink number, the one that barely even touches the middle of your thighs, tied at the back with a pretty ribbon. He loves tugging on that ribbon, watching the material loosen around you so he can grope you up and make you both feel nasty, listen to your jagged moans of daddy, don’t rip the dress while he’s toying with your clit.

“Not enough,” you say breathily. “S’your fault.”

“Mine?” He echoes with a grunt. “You’re the one whorin’ herself out t’me for a lick of my attention, baby girl.”

“Please, I’m—just a minute,” you heave out, voice wet and desperate. He wonders what’s gotten you this antsy, this restless, this needy for a taste of him. The thought gets him harder than ever, and before he even thinks to palm himself, your tiny hand is already there, and he’s shuddering from it. You know him so well, know exactly what to hold, exactly what to touch to get him to give in.

“Jeans,” he orders, eyes zeroing in on a blank patch of grass to swerve into.

Your jeans are loose already, and you barely have to shimmy before they hit the floor of the truck, tiptoeing your sock-clad feet out while he parks and wrenches his seat to a semi-lying position, dragging you over to him to sit on his lap, your thighs quivering on either side of his jeans.

You adjust yourself so the thick of his cock is pressed directly to your panties, and grind forward. He stops you, his hand coming down to slap against your half-bare ass. “I just wan’ed to get to the damn meeting on time, get the shit we needed, and go the fuck back to the zone.” Another spank. “Do you have to be such a goddamn brat, sweetheart?”

“I just—I needed you,” you half-lie, the lace of your pretty underwear delicious friction with what little movement you’re allowed. “Even wore the pair you like, Daddy.”

“Yeaaah, you did.” He sucks air in through his teeth, watching your cunt swallow the thin material of his favorite pair of yours. Pink and lacy, looted from a mall two cities away. “You know Daddy can never resist her, can you?” He thumbs roughly at your pussy, coercing the panties through your folds. “You know he’s dyin’ to fuck ‘er real bad, too.”

“Need it, I need it,” you babble, your movement causing the shirt to droop off. He gropes at your barely-covered chest, a low growl thrumming out of him. 

“What’s got my bunny all revved up, huh? Your energy beats the truck’s damn engine.” He lifts you up so he can let you drop onto his cock, bullying his tip into you until tears sprout at your eyes from the size of him. He’s always going to be huge, and it’s always going to be a whole thing, having to bottom out inside.

It helps that you’re wet, sopping and dripping onto his cock, his balls, his spread thighs, your own inner thighs—your slick is everywhere and it’s obscene. Every movement either of you make causes a squelching sound to resound across the stale space of the truck. “Fuuuck,” he grunts, watching your cunt swallow him whole. “I love this pussy, you know that, honey? Could lick her up for days, mark it as mine. Bully her when you’ve been bad.”

“I haven’t been bad,” you protest highly, eyebrows knitted and pink lips bitten. “You really are scary.”

“But you like it, don’t you?” He places two decisive hands on your hips and thrusts upward, so hard your head almost hits the roof of the truck. “Like it when Daddy’s a l’il bit scary, sugar? Like it when he spanks you, plays around with you a tiny bit? Hmm?”

Ah, ah, ah, uh, mmmf are all the sounds your mouth can produce, drunk on his huge cock, fat and splitting you in half. Ye yea yeah yeah please yes Daddy love it, you moan, each whimper punctuated by the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. You do love it when he’s bossy, a bit scary. He knows so. He knows how wet you get when he’s got your chin in his hand, cheeks smushed together. How much you drip onto the sheets when you’re bent over, spread open, and he’s deciding which hole to fuck.

“Makin’ a beautiful mess on my dick, baby, come on, give it t’me. Give Daddy your cum, I’ll give you mine back, won’ I, princess?” His gruff voice is demanding and rambling and all at once, you’re beginning to convulse around him.

“Close,” you whimper, “gonna cum, Daddy—”

“Yeah, come on, that’s a good bunny,” he grunts as you begin to gush slick around him. “Daddy’s gonna give you the milk you’ve been wantin’.”

#joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller tlou #the last of us #tlou x reader #joel tlou #joel the last of us #joel x reader #pedro pascal x reader #tlou smut

[pigtailedgirl]

Oh @diabolicalfiend you mentioned you hadn't seen people parallel Ray and Caroline Fraser before. I know it was in my old flist but maybe wasn't as mainstream.

So I gif!

Also I get it's very sub-textual, in say comparison to the Bob and Buck, and friendships or partnerships they use for both Rays.

Scene setting: Fraser freaking out about driving the Riv and all flustered. Cause Ray's got himself in trouble and in danger going to prison alone. Fraser has the opportunity to transfer back to Canada, has told no one, and which by episode's end he rejects BTW. Bolded Caroline section.

Robert: So we're off then. [he looks at the transfer papers] 

Fraser: Do you mind! This is private. 

Robert: I don't know about you but I could use a change of scenery. 

Fraser: What possible difference could scenery make in your condition?

Robert: Well I always liked a good view. 

Fraser: What? Barren rocks and snow? 

Robert: You used to climb those rocks. 

Fraser: I still do. 

Robert: Well let's choose one then [pulls out a map] 

Fraser: Dad, I don't have time for this. I'm in the middle of a case. 

Robert: Oh. Lord Nelson. Your mother and I had a cabin. One bedroom with stove and all the coal she could carry and 360 degree view of the strip mines. 

Fraser: Sounds attractive. 

Robert: Three months and your mother was a raving lunatic. Then we moved on to Nelson Port, Nelson House. The names alone drove her around the bend. We finally ended up in Rat River. Oh I have fond memories of the Rat. Your mother didn't.

Fraser: I can imagine. 

Robert: Gotta look ahead son, not back. 

Fraser: I haven't left yet. 

Robert: You will. 

Caroline doing all the heavy lifting lifting you say? "Why do I always have to be the fulcrum?" and North Ray Vecchio lol. Hating the names? The difference between Tuktoyaktuk and a Runamukluck? Was that downtown Inuvik? Bindlestitch Benny? Or just how much Ray insults Fraser's apartment lol.

BUT BEST is traffic tease. They do it in small doses all the time. "That was a stop sign Ray." two second later "That was another stop sign Ray."

Robert Fraser:: I arrested your mother once. 

Fraser: You did not!

Robert Fraser:: Honest to God... I gave her a speeding ticket. 

Fraser: You knew it was her car and you pulled her over anyway? 

Robert Fraser:: No I was sitting right there in the passenger seat. 

Fraser: Get out. 

Robert Fraser:: She was doing 45 in a 30. 

Fraser: Mum? 

Robert Fraser:: I kept telling her I was going to do it and every time I did she kept speeding up. Made absolutely no sense. 

LOL.

And then heartbreak reference.

Muldoon: --Your Mother was a pretty woman, Benton but when I shot her, she dropped like a big old sack of potatoes.

*A literal one minute later*

#due south #f/v #i have gone down the rabbit hole and wont come back no sir #fraser/vecchio #is this shipping or not? #ds30below

[ieatnomnom9823]

stupid headcanons no one asked for and make 0 sense

me and my friend enjoy in making the most shit headcanons to exist so i'm gonna share some of them bc why the fuck not?

princess kenny is an amazon box

kyle only knows how to play football because of how much he kicks Ike

cartman vibes to this video: https://youtu.be/PDJLvF1dUek?list=RDgBpdSlgR5qM (thats not mine btw)

butters has a MLP figure he literally sleeps with and treats it like his own child

everyone is sort of worried about butters obsession to that toy

the plural of kenny is in fact not kennies, but kennys

kyle not only kicks babies, but he also throws them

butters genuineley thinks the rickroll is a banger

kenny and cartman have the weirdest fucking pinterest feed *cough* maid catboys, shitty t-shirts, those random-ass pictures with text over them, like memes kinda but not with a very specific color text and font, the most random stickers and flags like bibble idk they really like bibble though also this totallyyyy isn't inspired by my feed *cough*

stan dedicates his LIFE to minecraft parkour. i'm talking watching those low guality parkour things with screenshits from the interent and he is a GOD at hypixel housing parkour (i came up with this because i have hypixel parkour open rn)

kenny is #1 lemon demon fan. i will NEVER change my mind about this.

craig literally sleeps with a fucking metal pipe.

instead of warming glasses of milk by pouring milk into a cup and microwaving the cup, he literally puts the whole fucking CARTON IN THE MICROWAVE AND THEN PUTS IT IN A CUP

instead of repenting your sins, cartman repeats his sins ( i just really needed to say that phrase today)

kyle is so weezer coded

stan's the type of mf to say "chat" instead of "guys"

anytime someone makes a dirty joke butters just akwardly smiles politely bc he doesn't get it but he's too embarrassed to ask what it meant

i found a picture this is exactly cartman and kenny's feed:

(that was my first screenshot since cleanig my files out other then the random bunny thing i drew in class cuz i was fucking boerd and had no idea what was going on)

stuart, randy, gerald, and steven (or whatever the fuck their name is) are literally besties but HERE ME OUT

randy and gerald are the silly besties like kyle and stan BUT stuart and steven (what the fuck is that man's name) are ALSO besties BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE IN TFBW IN THE STRIP CLUB THEIR WATCHING LADIES DANCE TOGETHER AND THEIR GETTING DRUNK TOGETHER THEIR LITERALLY BEsTIES OMG

craig has flying powers

butters thinks skibidi toilet is peak comedy and that is why everyone hates him (except for literally like 2 people)

why the fuck is his name dougie

FUCKING HOW IS CARTMAN EVEN CAPABLE OF HAVING CLOSE FRIENDSHIPS AND BUTTERS DESERVES BETTER

"life goes onyonyonyonyonyonyonyon" is literally cartman's theme song after trying to kill everyone with some shitty plan he got from watching Megamind or something

kyle literally has trauma from burgers he will NOT eat any burger if you paid him fucking 56,000,000 bucks

kyle is so an elephant he's literally an elephant that's his spirit animal

tweek is literally a turtle idk how i can't describe the vibe but he is ik he's SO not a turtle but he just... idk he is

kenny is a fucking rat i literally have art of me bullying him and calling him a rat

butters is either a bunny or a cat of a duck he's just silly like that

cartman isn't a duck he's a goddamn angry goose

stan is a bear or like a giraffe or something idk ik he's the main character but i don't think about him that much for me

butters is literally in choir guys

HOLY SHIT STAN'S AN ORANGE CAT

craig is the most beaustiful majestic dragon to ever exist

craig's literally my favorite character if you couldn't tell

kenny is too scared to eat cheetos so he eats takis instead

literally everyone loves megamind

[villains4hire]

//alright I'm around: gonna add the following as secondary primary but linked characters to my Stella. As considering with seeing greed of them being actual shark ppl/demons like actual Sharks? I'm just gonna hamfist it even if it's generic

//You'll be able to interact with all these characters as part of Stella's thing. Why? Well, a lot of people wanted to interact with her bc of how she was... but also couldn't? Bc of how she was lol, so instead of expecting ppl to swim in rapids and turbulent waters? Getting noticed through her minions and building reputation that way could make it easier, granted, Imps are harder but Striker managed to do it. I have it to where it was probably through Sal. I'm more or less trying to do it through as easier way to have Stella be realistically friendlier/willing to talk. But also more material than just Stella alone to work with, but also her minions that answer to her and part of her powerset. This is to also help make her more distinct from Vaggie and was kind of technically already there, I've just been lazy.

Sal - Guarddog Hellhound that'll use Vortex as a faceclaim. Sal basically is an Enforcer of sort along with the Loan Shark Debt Collector. Buck Barley - Pig Demon to whom I'll probably use some of my other faceclaims for a pig demon like ganon's maybe? We'll see what I can dig up. He will be the Foreman Chief to her canneries that turn excess sinners into food for demons called Insta-Sin or SPIM for short.

Ziggy Sleeze - Land Lord Rat Demon who tends to do underhanded things while making as much hellbucks as possible. Going to use some of my old rat swarm icons but find something for Ziggy as I doubt Rat God being an anime rat girl would probably work for them. I will probably try to have Ziggy be a fem demon of some kind? Not sure yet.

Grawl Shank'sha - Big Burly Shark Demon debt collector that works for his CEO who both answers to Stella to collect on debt. Then to bring the person or what's left of them to the cannery if they default on their debts too often even if 'taught a lesson'. I'll be using possibly Shark King or w/e his name is from batman as I've seen icons for them laying around. I'm not saying btw that Stella has that much power over hellbucks, but it's just one of many CEOs in Hell regarding debts, sins etc.

//These characters being Hellborn will be any pronouns so just feel free to use w/e.

#ooc #tbd #update #//alright gonna get to replies and start working on these guys

[nityarawal]

Notes to random Idy camp sister hustling bribes at court:

Jenny (Gemma) Wood:

F-bombs kill Fairies!

Excuse me? What are you talking about?

It seems your medicine isn't working! I pray you alkalinize while you have time & find your creativity with the Lord. Prayers & peace for your soul.

Just not into this vibe. God bless! Enjoy your scriptures today. Xo

Nitya

I publish everything my dear. You got no dirt on me! Everyone wants to dance with my family in court. Get in fucking line. I'll get your son out first! Lol

I'm a freedom fighter.

What's his name? (:

Peace,

Nitya

My friends wanted to invite you over last night!

My intuition was right! I said:

No her vibe is off. She's on Psyche meds & I don't think she's supportive of my family.

Peeps like that are often court contentious to put family away.):

I'm a freedom fighter.

She's really suffering- quite ill.

Nailed it didn't I?

Nitya

Is that how you talk to the Lord? Don't contact me until you find your 'faith' please. 2nd warning. 3 strikes your on blast gf!

Send me your videos. I did not give you permission to record me. This is a violation of my rights. I have full copyright of my person as an artist. I will report this as a violation of International custody battle & real estate probate scam. It's Treason.

Who hired you to be a court handler in smear campaign? (:

Lmk and I'll go easier on you. The word is my Real Estate license. A full disclosure journalist/realtor. Did you really thunk a random camp sister could meddle with me? What a joke. It's obvious you're a court rat- drugged on poisons.

Send me your son's name wrongfully incarcerated and I'll get him out so you don't rot in hell For selling him on black market.

You're welcome.

Moms don't let Idy kids get raped girlfriend!!!!

I hope you find your unconditionally loving Mamma Gene's before it's too late!

'O' seems like a Diseased mess!

I have many friends suffering because of waspy cowgirl games.

No one wants to sleep with you because of this. You're toxic and not appropriate vibe for moms or kids.

Grateful your mother tried.

Enjoy your moonshine sista'!!!!(:

Nitya

FYI- I don't post work on Facebook. Boycotted site years ago & Elon is sitting on Zuckerberg's head farting and refunding my legal fees for bitchy bullying- like this- "girlfriend!" LOL

Not!

Cambridge analytica scandal alot bigger than your drunk ass!(:

Nitya

Are you crazy? I wasn't there. You are delusional! Call your Dr.

I let my Camp bros you're deluded & spreading Slander about nonsense. What's wrong with your brain? Are you on meth? Addicts will say anything for a fast buck- amazing! Lol

You were obviously trying to traffic more kids at a innocent party there. What's wrong with you? I was home at my Camp cooking. Do you often hallucinate on moonshine drunk?

I will let kiddies know you're pimping them to cops on bribes for Rapes though at campsite there asap.

BTW none of the guys here are up for taking a hit for the team! This is gross you Slander & smear people for bribes. Fess up. My Pen is ruthless= truth. Like a flood on your head.

Fucking Palm Springs gays deserved it! Lol

Marilyn Peed finally on their deserving heads. Go get the next piss from her will you? (:

[lokisprettygirl]

Not good enough (Loki x Female Reader) (Part 2)

Read the first part here before you start this

Note : Will write a part 3 to conclude this❤️

Tagging @con-tumacious @lokiprompts @rat-p1ss @the-wounded-healer05 @wingedoafkidpsychic @sharklover927

After breaking your heart or in his mind having his heart broken by you, loki disappeared for few days, nobody knew where he was, you were hurt n upset but you were also very worried about him, thor couldn't find him either, when thor found out what happened between you two he was furious . It's true that in the past knowingly or not thor and his friends have treated loki unfairly and let's not even talk about Odin. But he changed and he has been trying to fix his relationship with loki but sometimes loki could never see beyond his insecurities.

After loki caught you with thor, he couldn't be around you two anymore, he had to leave, he couldn't even go to Asgard, thor would find him so he just moved to a different city for few days, fuck being an avenger, he didn't care at all. This hurt more than it should, when did he become so soft that too for mortals? But you were not just some mortal to him, he saw his future with you. All his life he felt like a monster, until you. You treated him like he was worthy, like he was important, as if he deserved the same love and respect like thor did, but you finally did see that he'll never be thor right.?

"Oh where are you lost honey? So stressed aren't you, let me destress you" loki rolled his eyes as the woman in his bed pretended to care about him, he shut her up pretty quickly by giving her the best sex of her life, everyday a new woman, no matter who he fucked or spent his time with, he couldn't forget you, he often moaned your name as he came.

Other avengers didn't really care that he was gone but when they needed his help with a mission desperately, tony found him and brought him back to the tower, he wasn't alone however, he brought a woman with him. When you saw him first, you were relieved, you wanted to go talk to him and maybe just maybe clarify the situation, but then you saw him laughing and kissing that woman he draped all around his arms and you lost it. "Glad to see you're alive" you told him as you approached him in the living room

"Worry of yourself mortal, your life is fragile not mine, btw this fine human specimen here is chetty" he said to you and she interrupted "it's Betty darling" she kissed him and he smiled "same difference" he mumbled, you glare at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, how could he be so aloof, did he not care at all about you? You couldn't watch that anymore so you left, He brought the most attractive looking woman he could find to make you jealous, When he saw your reaction of him being with her he was very pleased with himself, but when he saw your eyes and you looked so hurt, so broken, his heart did clench at the sight, why does he still care? You cheated on him with his brother.

He was going to fuck chetty in his room very loudly so you could hear, since you lived right next to him, he threw her on the bed, and got naked, as soon as her head hit the pillow she winced a little "oh you have something in here" she trailed her hands under the pillow and took out a book "This yours?" She asked him and he recognised that book very well but it wasn't his, he wanted to read this but it was limited edition and very hard to find, before he can ponder over it she pulled him in on the bed and he kept the book on the bedside.

His bliss didn't last long as thor stormed into his room and saw his brother buck naked plowing into some woman "oh norns, my eyes my eyes my eyes" he screamed as he turned around and loki rolled his eyes "Get out and entertain yourself" he told chetty and she giggled "Can I get some money please?" She asked him and he shoved some in her hands "You really have no shame brother do you? Barging in my chamber like that? What did you expect to see" loki said to thor as he put on his pants "Cover yourself loki because I'm not touching your bare skin when I attack you like a bilgesnipe" attack him? He should be the one. . before he could finish his thoughts, thor did attack him and there was a brawl, you heard the sounds of things crashing and breaking in his room and got curious.

When you entered his room you didn't expect to see those two fighting like kids, you somehow managed to get them off each other "What the fuck is happening, thor what are you doing?" you screamed as you tried to keep him away from loki "Let go of my arm lady y/n, this doofus oaf deserves it after what he did with you" thor said to you and loki chuckled "After what I did ? After what I did? " He screamed in response "yes after what you did you nincompoop, pardon my language lady y/n" he turned to you and you shook your head.

"You both betrayed me, you betrayed my trust" he spat and laughed again "What was I thinking really, the mighty thor, the greatest of all, a woman like her, her mind must have wondered how mighty your cock must be" loki said venomously as he looked at you and you couldn't hear anymore, let them kill each other, you didn't care anymore, so you left. Thor was this close to attacking him again as he heard him "You're the biggest fool I have ever seen in my life, Loki, no matter how much I try to fix our relationship, you allow your own insecurities to ruin it and us, you ruined lady y/n and she didn't deserve this at all" thor said to loki and he just snickered in response.

"I saw you two don't even try to justify"

"Saw us? Doing what exactly? Kindly elaborate " thor crossed his arms

"Saw you giggling and laughing and hugging each other like old lovers" he replied

"Oh brother your notion of old lovers is entirely skewed, I'm gasping, look I am gasping at the monstrous thing you saw us doing, hugging and laughing, first sign of cheating isn't it?" thor laughed as he gasped audibly and placed his palm over his mouth and loki was so confused, what if you didn't actually cheat on him, the realisation hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Oh loki, you always dig your own grave, I'll let you stew in it after I tell you this" thor smiled before he continued "That day, when you "saw us" " he airquoted the term with his fingers, something he has seen tony doing before when making a point "Lady y/n came to take a book from the library, a book she ordered for you, a book she thought you'd really like, I just happened to be there, so we got into talking, she told me how happy she was, and how excited she was to present you with the book, she wanted to see your eyes light up as you see it, probably the reason why she lied to you that she was training with natasha" Loki's eyes teared up at the revelation, the book under his pillow, you got him that, he felt his blood running colder than usual at the realisation, what has he done?

"That's not even the worst part brother, listen to this, once we started talking she confided in me and told me, how she never felt good enough for you since we are gods and "stuff" right? She had her own insecurities, so I comforted her and assured her that you were lucky to have found each other, that's why I hugged her loki, nothing more " he told loki and loki took two steps backwards, he sat down as the back of his legs hit the bed "Again my dear brother, that's not even the worst part, when she came in here you accused her of such horrendous crime that she didn't even commit and then you threw her worst insecurity in her face"

What he said to you that day echoed in his head over n over again, he told you that you were not enough for him when you felt like that, when you wanted nothing more than just to make him happy that day, to surprise him.

"I know you still feel a certain way about me but always know that I have changed my ways and you know that, I never enjoyed putting you down or having you below me, I have apologized a countless times for making you feel like that, talk to me when you're ready to forgive me, I do love you brother but sometimes you are an arse" thor said before he left his room and slammed the door shut. He left him to ponder over what he has done with you. He picked up the book from the bedside and turned the cover, there was a note

"Loki my love, I finally managed to find this, don't ask how, I know you'd be jumping with joy as soon as you see this, so don't mind if I take several pictures of you, oh I'm doing that right now aren't I? I love you my frosty cake, read it to me soon? ❤️"

As soon as he finished reading the note, he couldn't stop himself from bawling his eyes out, what has he done? He ruined this perfectly sweet relationship just because he was an insecure fool, he ruined his perfect y/n, how could he hurt your self worth like that ? When he very well knew how it felt to be on the receiving side. You'd never feel safe or enough for him after he said those words to you. You'd never forgive him but he had to try. He had to earn your forgiveness somehow.

#loki #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki x reader angst #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #thor is a good bro

[undermattsun-archive]

baptismal

(skate rat) sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader | w.c 1.5k

a/n: man idk more sacrilege, touch of inspo from linsanity’s sexual baptism tag, so thank u @sugardaddykenma + @pomsuki said dick suckin and here we r♡.. btw apologies if the ending seems sudden? i rlly didn’t wanna write a full smut again....am a lil burnt out from that i rlly wanted to just write the...water boarding.......and spitting

dedicated to @dymphnasprose my sacrilege chaos soulmate (thx for reading this 4 me twice smoochies)

18+ university age | pls read warnings

tw sacrilegious, tw dubcon, tw dacryphilia, tw humiliation, tw degradation, tw breathplay, tw choking, tw spitting, tw waterboarding (not really?), tw mean mean mean sakusa is mean (but like reader is kind of into it)

tw miki is once again making terrible use of her catholic upbringing :’)

A sharp pain slices up your spine as your back is slammed against your desk, hands flying up to desperately grip at the Sakusa shoulders, his tongue continuing it’s ruthless search of your mouth.

“C-Can’t.” You shove at his chest, gasping for air, trying not to let the disappointed click of his tongue wear down on you. You risk a glance up to meet his eyes, flinching at the darkened look settled upon his face.

He slams his hands down on the desk, shoving his face close-up to yours, scrutinizing eyes picking apart your features.

“Disgusting,” He muses, making your eyes widen and water, “don’t cry now, you’re the one who invited me up here.” He brushes a finger under your eye, a cruel smile rendering the gesture sarcastic, mocking. With a tilt of his head he tightens a grip on your jaw and pulls you into another unforgiving kiss.

You can’t help but whimper into his mouth, delighting in the soft groan he lets out in response. He presses his body against yours, forcing you against the rigid desk and books scattered across. Your back arches in a desperate attempt to relieve the sharp pain prodding at you. He bucks his hips against you, shoving a hand under your shirt as your head slams into the window above your desk.

“Ow Omi!” He swallows down the complaint the hand slipped under your shirt crawling up your torso and closing around your throat, the loose grip branding itself against your flesh.

“Quiet.” His teeth dig into your bottom lip, as you mumble another complaint against him, fingers digging into his shoulder as he grinds against you, the growing bulge in his pants making your mouth water. “Off.” He tugs at the waist of your pants, annoyance permeating the air.

He makes no effort to give you any leeway to properly tug off your bottoms, you wriggle around beneath him, shrinking under the impatient glare he’s focusing on you. His hand shoots out to yank down your pants, knocking your head against the window and books and papers to fall off your desk. Your hand shoots out to try to catch some of the falling debris, only able to catch the translucent, white bottle of holy water your parents had shoved into your hands before leaving you in your apartment.

“To keep you cleansed of sin.” They had whispered. 

Before you can set it back down onto the desk, Sakusa plucks it from your fingers, focusing eyes scanning over the bottle, thumbing over the golden crucifix fixed to the front. 

“What’s this?” He mutters popping the cap open and sniffing it, eyebrows furrowing at the lack of scent.

“Holy water.” You reply tugging at his shirt, trying to bring his attention back to you. Hooking up with Sakusa was one of your guiltiest pleasures, and seeing it being derailed by a reminder of your religious upbringing was nothing short of grating.

“What’s it for?” He scoffs, shutting the cap again to look back into your eyes. His expression is painfully blank, forcing a huff from your lips.

“I don’t know my parents gave it, keep me clean or something,” You lean back against the desk, continuing to ignore the textbooks stabbing into you, “c’mon Omi, it’s not important.”

“Clean?” His gaze flickers back and forth between you and the bottle, the hand resting upon your throat tightening for a second before dragging back down to grip at the hem of your shirt.

“What are you-” He drags your shirt up, pulling it taught over your face, your hands flying back up to claw at his biceps, you begin to protest, the words lost the second you feel a spray of water on the fabric over your mouth and nose, making you sputter and choke, the sensation horribly akin to drowning. You thrash your limbs against him as you feel his hand close over your mouth through the thin material of your shirt, robbing you of any chance of air.

“Dirty, fucking filthy.” He mutters as he rips your shirt off, you look up at him in bewilderment another series of protests prodding at your lips, the thought of telling him to leave blaring in your mind. “Shut the fuck up.” He grinds out as you part your lips to speak, wet fingers tangle into your hair, dragging you towards your bed, you let out a desperate whimper, the pitiful noise falling on deaf ears as Sakusa gives one particularly rough yank as he throws you onto the bed. You wipe at your face, eyes narrowing at the bottle of holy water still held loosely in Sakusa’s grip. 

“Why do you have that?” The words shake as they leave your lips, it’s all you can manage with the filthy glint in his eyes baring down on you. 

“To cleanse you.” His words are absolute, ringing through your ears as if they’re meant to save you. He unscrews the cap and tosses it aside, taking a quick swig before moving to hover over you. His fingers make their way to squeeze at your cheeks, commanding your lips fall to fall apart. Without warning he spits the water into your mouth, shifting his grip to force your mouth close. “Swallow” He commands, voice unwavering. You swallow hard, eyes watering at the way it scorches at your throat, thoughts of your past transgressions and sins weighing down as you bend to the will of the man above you.  

“Good, maybe we can make a saint out of a sinner.” He sneers, he takes another swig, spitting it at your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, squealing as the water goes up your nose, trying to move out of his hold.

“Omi this is bad. Stop it.” Your voice wavers as you rub at your face once more, trying to wick away the mixture of spit and holy water. “Th-That’s sacred.”

“Tch,” a hand closes around your throat, your own hands flying to grip at his wrist as if your hold would convince him to relent his iron grip, “isn’t sex supposed to be a sacred thing between spouses? But here you are, whoring yourself out so easily.” 

“Hnn i-it…” His eyes narrow in time with his constricting hold, head tilting as your airway is restrained further and further. The faint thought of the bruises forming falls flat as you start to gasp more, eyes fluttering shut, praying silently that Sakusa won’t make you pass out this time around. 

“So filthy.” He lets up slightly, just enough for you to breathe a little easier, but still tight enough to keep you in your place. He tips back another swig of the holy water, slamming his lips against yours, immediately letting your lips fall open as the water sloshes between your mouths, dribbling down your chin. He releases your throat, pulling away with a sharp nip to your lower lip as he pulls away, expression still painfully blank while eyes continue to glow with that shameful sense of danger. 

The lull in his unrelenting actions finally allows you to breathe, allowing you to feel the deep seated guilt of such sinful misuse of a sacred element of your faith. With wide eyes you look up at Sakusa shooting you a look that screams ‘don’t move’. A soft nod of your head offers the confirmation he didn’t care for as he dumps the rest of the water on your head. The cool water carves itself down your skin, a poor attempt at washing away the countless amount of sins you’ve committed, the countless amount you will commit as long as Sakusa Kiyoomi continues to hold a sliver of interest in you. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a buckle being undone, immediately faced with the reddened tip of Sakusa’s cock, precum beading at the slit, the sight familiar and mouthwatering. There’s no need for him to speak, your lips are already brushing over the head, tongue darting out to lave over it. An indifferent hum is the closest you get to encouragement as you take more and more of him into your mouth. 

His fingers flick at the top of your head, a silent command to pick up the pace as he settles his palm against the back of your head. Just as your nose brushes against tight curls you pull back, setting an impossible pace for your space in the name of satisfying the man before you. You make a point to let the head of his cock ram into the back of your throat, forcing your throat to constrict and spasm. You flutter your lashes, looking up at him in hopes of a crumb of approval, a tilt of his lips to signal his satisfaction, only to earn almost disinterested eyes staring back at you.

“Enough. Spread your legs.” He tugs you off and with a hand on your face he shoves harshly, making you fall back against the bed. 

“Hey! Be care…” The demand pauses in your chest the second you meet his gaze, swearing you can see the devil in his eyes.

#i have not a single excuses #please DO NOT READ UNLESS U R PREPARED TO DEAL W THE MISUSE OF MY CATHOLIC UPBRINGING #miki writes #under.omi #tw sacrilegious #tw choking #tw breath play #tw humiliation #tw degradation #tw spitting #tw waterboarding #tw dubcon #tw dacryphilia

[crobones]

two things I'm going to just throw out there. two separate ideas that anyone can go buck wild with

dincobb modern era gym rat au where Din is a personal trainer but like, only insofar that he guides his clients ("this is the way") but doesn't do the hype thing. Cobb mostly sticks to cardio on the indoor track, but the track is closed for renovations or what have you at one point so he decides to try out the weight room when he meets din. they had both known of the others existence, but never really met or talked before now. boba is the personal-trainer-turned-unexpected-gym-owner, fennec is a manager that definitely smokes weed with cobb just outside the emergency exit attached to the employee break room sometimes, krrsantan is a mute body builder, the modders show up and become regulars when Boba installs equipment designed for disabled people, peli fixes all gym equipment but mostly sticks around the health food and juice stall that the Majordomo works at. there's a pit bull named Rancor that Boba adopted and occasionally gets loose in the gym (usually when din's son Grogu visits lol)

next one is a fanart idea. Cobb drastically leaning down with a cocky smile to meet Din at eyelevel. Din is unimpressed, flustered, and amused all at once maybe. this idea came about because a lot of people exaggerate their height difference (I am perfectly okay with people taking creative license like that btw lol). bottom of the picture shows Cobb is standing on an apple crate.

bonus image to the fanart: the "he likes to feel tall" image from that 70's show but with grogu.

#din djarin #cobb vanth #dincobb #the mandalorian #grogu #free prompts feel free to take or ignore #okay NOW i'm going to bed

[vintage-marina]

A woman out of time ( James Norrington x F!reader) Chapter 1

Marvel crossover pirates of the caribbean

TW: blood, gore, aliens, violence and durther in the story depressing thoughts and suicidal thoughts

A few weeks ago i had the idea to write a reader fic with a crossover of marvel and pirates of the carabbean, yep the most random idea that i had

summary: After y/n got a call that they can bring the half of the population back, she takes the chance and goes to the compound, but when she wants to go back to New York 2013 she finds herself on the middle of a ship. I think i’m gonna ship her with James Norrington tho.

btw you can also read it on wattpad, my name is mischief-moony

word count: 1973 words

Wakanda 2018

Before everything went down

You heard footsteps outside your house that signaled that a few people were nearby, you threw your book on the floor and stepped outside and when you did you saw Bucky. King T'Challa, Okoye, and a few soldiers were walking to your cabins. You saw that one of the soldiers were holding a suitcase and dread filled you up, something is happening. Bucky and you were walking to them in a silence that neither of you wanted to break and you saw that in the suit laid his arm.

 ''Where is the fight?'' mumbeled Bucky after he glanced at his vibranium arm, he didn't look happy to use it again. In fact he probably thought about the time when he did not had a choice, but to use it. You glanced down, you wern't scared to fight, if you have to then you have to. But not knowing who to fight was frightening to you.

You and Bucky got taken to the weaponry room, you glanced into the mirror and moved your (right/left) arm, this arm felt new. Not a bad new, but a good new, a chance at staring a new life and maybe now you will never get it. You grimaced and didn't want to think about it anymore, ''Buck, do you know what's happening?'' ''No, but it has something to do with Steve. It always has.'' ''Fair enough,'' the both of you chuckled for a few seconds and after that you composed yourself, your expression serious. You took a taser, two handpistols and a few knifes and buckeld it on your belt, somehow it felt it wasn't enough and you took a bomb. The medpack on your back did not felt heavy and you saw that Bucky took a M249 SAW. ''And you think that firearm will be enough? You know, it is pretty serious if Wakanda need the help of two oldies'' you pointed to him with a knife, he grumbled but to your happiness he took a handpistol. After this Okoye walked to the both of you and explained what was happening.

Meeting your best pals Steve, Natasha and ofcourse your other colleagues

Bucky and you went outside and you saw that Steve, Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey and Bruce? Is he not missing? were walking out of the quinjet, King T'Challa was walking with them and lead them to you two. You heard T'Challa asking how big the assault is, Bruce answered that they shoud expect a big one and Natasha asked how big their army is. ''You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje and..'' ''And a semi-stable 100-year old man'' ''And a mentally unstable 100-year old woman'' Bucky and you flashed a smile towards them and you flew into Natasha her arms while Bucky hugged Steve. Afterwards you gave a bone crushing hug to Steve and you whispered that you missed him.

During the battle

Everyone stood behind the border that protected Wakanda and you saw that aliens were running toward you, they looked like a mix between a dog and a rat and you didn't expect this shit, yes you were scared at this point. Next to you stood Bucky, Steve and Natasha, "What the hell" mumbeled Bucky and if you weren't in a life threathing situation, you would have laughed but now, now not. Some of these aliens were breaking through the border but were killing themselves, but some of them were making it through, the Wakandan army were making shields with their clothing and were shooting lasers out of their vibranium spears. Bucky, you and Natasha were shooting while Sam and Rhodey were in the sky. Bruce was in the Hulkbuster and stood behind you and the army.  Rhodey flew to the border and you saw that a few bombs were dropping that created a massive chain reaction, you could hear the screams of the aliens that were dying but you could see that the dogs behind the border were going to Vision and were he was laying there was no border, shit he is gonna be in danger. But Bruce beat you to it, before you could say anthing.

''Cap if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us, there's nothing between them and Vision'' ''Then we better keep 'em in front of us.'' ''How do we do that?'' asked Okoye to T'Challa and you saw that the was thinking. ''We open the barrier. On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen'' he shouted somthing in Xhosa, you saw that Steve was activating his shield and that T'Challa's army were dropping their shields. You were moving your shoulders and stood in position, ready to kill a bunch of aliens. This was unlike what you saw in the war or what you did in the war but you knew that you should give your everything. The border that protected you was dissolving and you heard T'Challa shouting: ''Wakanda forever!''

You were running and so did everyone else, your heartrate went up and you took the blades out of your belt, Steve and T'Challa ran ahead but you and Bucky ran with the army. The first few aliens were running to you and you threw your knife in their eye and slid on the ground while you were gliding on the grass, you plunged your knife in another one's belly and cutted him open. It screamed and before you knew it it was dead, but the other alien was not. You took your knife out of the carcas and threw it in the head of the other alien. You plucked your two blades out of it's head and it's eye and hastily you stood up and scanned your surroundings.

But you didn't had much time, three other aliens were attacking your back that send you flying to the ground, you let out a yelp. Their claws were dangerously close to your face and something snapped in your head. Your mind went on autopilot and you teared an arm off and you gave it a kick to it's belly. You drew your pistol and sent a bullet to the other two aliens their  heart and head. You could feel on your back that you had been scratched but you shook it off and went further.

The minutes flew by and you couldn't even remember what you were doing to them, you saw that Okoye needed a little bit of help and you gave her back cover. ''Are you okay?'' she asked while the two of you circeled around the aliens, you hummed but it didn't reassured her. ''I don't think we are going to win it'' you said, she didn't gave a response but instead killed an alien. You heard someone talking to you in your ear, ''I can't hear you, speak louder'' you commanded and slammed an alien to the ground. ''Y/N, someone needs medical help, I will sent you the coördinates come fast!'' you heard Natasha talking to you and you bid Okoye farwell and you cleared your way between the aliens and the people. 

When you arrived you saw that Nathasha gave pressure on the wound of a soldier, ''Nat you need to give me cover while I treat her alright?'' You saw that she was from the Dora Milaje, you took off your medpack and opened it quickly and kneeled down. Adreneline rushed to your body and you took a bottle of water out of the pack and rinshed the wound. ''How did it happen?'' you asked to her, in the hope she didn't pass out. ''I got clawed, but I will survive'' she mumbeled, you softly talked to her while you disinfected the wound. You sliced the plastic of a sterile towel of and depped the wound clean, there was blood on your hands and you smeared it off on your suit. Natasha was shooting some aliens and said to you that you needed to hurry up. Your stress level went up a bit when she said that and you stichted the soldeir up and covered the wound incase if it went bleeding again. ''Nat, you can go, I will protect her'' after you said that she went away and you stood your ground and eyed your surroundings.

You didn't knew how much time had passed, hope was slowely running out of your system and you were certain that you were losing. Aliens were around you and you felt desperate, you did your best to protect her and sometimes you got help from someone else, it wasn't easy to check on her and to kill aliens but you managed. Suddenly an axe went flying around and killed some aliens around you. What the hell is happening you thought to yourself, not that you were ungrateful, you were very grateful but you didn't know who it was, until something suddenly clicked in your brain, Thor. 

After Thor joined the fight with a raccoon with a gun and a walking tree? You thought you could finally win this battle and have a good nap after this, but alas you were wrong, very wrong. A few meters further you saw that Steve was protecting Vision and Wanda. You turned around and asked in Xhosa if she need any further medical assistence or that she would manage it. The soldier sent you away and you joined Steve, you didn't expect the guy who is supposed to be the most evil person in the universe purple but you also saw a man with red skin and without a nose when you served the army so it didn 't really surprise you. More people joined the fight and when you threw your bomb and fire your last bullets, Thanos raised his fist towards it and reversed the time so it couldn't explode, then he aimed at you and fired the bomb back. ''Shit'' you mumbled, you flew across the air and yelled in pain. A few splinters from the bomb scratched your face and neck, you could fell blood prickle on your skin from the splinters that were stuck in your body. Your ears were ringing and you shut your eyes tight from the bright light, sniffing the air you could smell burning flesh and you softly cried, you didn't want to see the aftermath of what happend to you. Some people were yelling, but black dots were clouding your eyes and with your tears you couldn't see well. How can he do this, what did we do to deserve this, the more you thinked the more your head hurted, maybe a little rest wouldn't hurt and with that on your mind you blacked out.

 When you opened your E/C eyes you whimpered in pain, signaling to the remaining people that you were awake. You saw Steve in your field of vision and you could see that his eyes were red. You lifted your arm and cradled his face with your vibranium arm, you furrowed your eyebrows and wiped a few tears away. ''You've been crying, Stevie'' a nickname that he only heard from you when you were concerned about him. ''What happend?'' you whispered softly after you gave him a reassuring smile, he didn't meet your eyes but looked to the left of you. You turned your head, but you wished you hadn't, your eyes met the blank stare of Vision and you let out a startling scream. Terror was running through your veins and tears of dispair were filling your eyes and falling on your cheeks. You reached out your arm towards him but you only could feel the cold of his vibranium body and if you looked better you could see the pile of ashes that laid besides him. Your arm fell to the ground and you sniffed, ''What happened here Steve?''

#marvel #potc #pirates of the caribbean #avengers #avengersinfinitywar #avengers endgame #james norrington #james norrington x reader #james norrington imagine #elizabeth swann #jack sparrow #marvel crossover #fanfic #henry turner #will turner

[jq37]

The Case File – Mice and Murder Ep 1

The Case of the The Pernicious Party  

Hello, hello, hello! It’s been a hot second but your resident D20 recapper is back to tackle the newest season: Mice and Murder! Y’all had to know I wasn’t gonna sit out the murder mystery, are you kidding me???

I might be playing around with the format a bit in the coming weeks to make sure I have the best possible system for keeping track of possible clues, suspects, and theories as we untangle whatever web Brennan weaves for us this season so don’t be surprised if things change a little. 

Anyway, without further ado, onto our mystery!

Summary

In case you missed it, this season takes place in an alternate, Zootopia/Wind in the Willows-esque universe where all the characters are animals but history seems to have happened in more or less the same way--for example there was still a King Charles but he was a King Charles Spaniel (cute Brennan). Our story specifically takes place in the English village of Tufting Meadows.  

We start with Katie’s character--Gangie Green (Weasel/Thief Rogue) in the graveyard of the Anglican Chapel (Our Lady of Prayerful Paws). Gangie, we learn, is an orphan who was kicked out of the orphanage at some point for thievery. Obviously, he’s not reformed of the habit because he is here to do some graverobbing. On a nat 20 (that Katie hilariously doesn’t notice even though her total is like a 29) Gangie can see through the window of the rectory that there is a weeping window inside--Catherine McCabbage who is being (dubiously) tended to by Raph’s character, Vicar Ian Prescott (Owl/Bard, College of Eloquence). 

Ian comes from a line of men of the cloth but he’s not exactly the best speaker despite his subclass. He’s doing his best though! The widow’s husband (Conor McCabbage) died at the local mill in what has been declared an accident but she suspects foul play. She’s been hearing his voice on the wind and wants Ian’s professional opinion on whether this could be a sign from God or if her husband might be speaking to her from beyond the grave or something like that. Ian gives a very muddled and not very comforting answer but seems pretty sure that something sketchy did in fact happen. Then, he sees a crack of lightning outside which illuminates the graveyard where he gets a glimpse of Gangie. 

He goes to check it out (and Gangie fully has an elderly goat he’s dug up slung over his shoulder) but “gravedigger” is his legit job so Ian decides to assume whatever’s going on is legit and not ask too many questions. He goes back to the widow (who, before she leaves, says that maybe sometimes people need to work on God’s behalf) while Gangie takes the body Loam Hall (a massive manor, built into a hill).

We cut to the next day and our next two characters! 

At 22B Hamsted Street in a pretty well appointed home are Ally and Grant’s characters. First up, we have Lars Vandenchomp (Huge ass Doberman/Battlemaster Fighter) who is so tough looking but also so Swedish sounding--it’s A Lot (so, incredibly on brand for Ally). Lars is security for Grant’s character Sylvester Cross (Fox/Inquisitive Rogue) who is a kinda (to use Grant’s word) “foppish” Sherlock Holmes type. He was hired by Squire William Thornwall Brockhollow to figure out what happened with Conor McCabbage (and clear him of negligence in running the mill) but he couldn’t find any evidence of any funny business, making this the only case he’s never cracked. He’s not as young or popular as he once was so this is, understandably, bumming him out. He’s even more bummed out when he realizes that William has invited him to his 60th birthday party that’s happening that night (as kind of a prop to show that he did his part in trying to solve the mystery) and Lars has already RSVP’d yes. He grudgingly agrees to go as it’s one of those asks that’s really more of a veiled demand but decides to pull the money he was paid from the bank first so he can return it and really stick it to the guy.

Finally, we cut to our last set of PCs who are on their way to Tufting Meadows via a very luxurious train. Inside are Sam and Rekha’s characters! Sam is Buckster $ Boyd (Peccary which is like a small boar/Mastermind Rouge) a Texan Oil Tycoon who acts exactly how you’d expect a Texan Oil Pig to act. Yes, you pronounce the dollar sign as “dollar sign” (even though as we find out later his middle name is Cassius so it’s like Cash which I think is super cool). With him is Rekha’s character, Daisy D'umpstaire (Raccoon/Assassin (???) Rogue another American (from South Carolina) though it seems she’s My Fair Lady’d herself into an upper class socialite (her last name was previously Dumpster). They’re traveling with their accountant, an Armadillo named Armond who seems kinda skittish and concerned about their travel expenses but Buck tells him that to make money you gotta spend money and they’re gonna make a *ton* of money on this trip. They’re also so so mean to him for absolutely no reason. 

When the train stops, they’re greeted by Templeton Padhop (a frog, natch) who is the chauffeur of Loan Hall, sent to fetch them. A wheel on his car is broken so he joins in on the Armond abuse immediately and has Armond roll into an Armadillo ball and replace it. Poor guy. When they show up they're greeted by a footman--a pug in a bowler hat named Milo Snout.

Meanwhile, Lars and Sly (Oh, Sly fox, I see what you did there Grant) are similarly greeted by another footman--a lizard named Basil Baskins. On a 23 perception check, Lars sees that Jeremy “Jez” Brockhollow is inside (the son of William who is a badger btw) and also clocks Gangie (who they know as a career criminal who disappeared like a year ago). Gangie doesn’t notice Lars though. 

Ian, who is also invited, shows up at about the same time as Sly but very quickly, the conversation is taken over by Lucretia “Lucy” Brockhollow, William’s older, eccentric sister who immediately gets into it with Lars about astrology and the occult (she thinks bad stuff is happening because of a curse let loose when Sly’s old rival--a rabbit named Fletcher Cottonbottom who is the son of his former employer--opened an Egyptian tomb). They’re thick as thieves right away because Ally is a nonsense magnet. And not like a regular magnet, one of those big electromagnets. 

Daisy and Buck spot William’s kids--the aforementioned Jez and his older sister Constance--along with their husbands Dr. Corbin Magpie (Constance’s and obv a magpie and a doctor) and Osmond Sheffield (Jez’s who is a Ram and a lawyer). Daisy is too stuck in her conversation with a truly unhinged squirrel (Lady Eugenia Bristlebrush who clearly does not know she’s in a murder mystery because she just keeps talking about how much she hates and wants to kill everyone) to hear what’s going on but she indicates the conversation to Buck who is able to eavesdrop and hear that they’re lamenting that Catherine--the widow--RSVP’d no which is gonna look really bad, like they didn’t invite her (bad PR). 

Buck, introducing himself as a business partner of William, eases into a conversation with the husbands which their respective spouses also join into and we learn that Buck's dad was British and a friend of Willian’s. Buck bonds with Jez (who is a bit of a dilettante) really quickly since Buck is ready to go drinks-wise immediately (and there’s a stellar pun about the “American [Drinking] Constitution''). Through the window, Buck notices Gangie outside getting his attention. 

At the same time, Ian is going from party guest to party guest, giving out the penances he forgot to earlier at church (as one does). We see him talking to the Lord and Lady Bramble (a cow and hedgehog, respectively) and while she wants to pray her way out of situations without doing any legwork, he wants to buy his way out and gives Ian 250 pounds. A frustrating but financially lucrative conversation.  

Buck goes outside to talk to Gangie who has a list of names of the bodies he’s been collecting. We’re not told what Buck is doing but it seems that this list is extremely valuable to him in some way. Gangie (who Buck keeps calling Gangly, to his annoyance) pays him handsomely (like, with a 50% tip) for the list (and Gangie gives him the real list, despite Brennan saying he didn’t have to). We also learn that Gangie has allegedly been getting the orders from someone in Loa Hall and they flow from William himself.

Matilda Molesly (a mole and the head maid) invites Gangie to come in from the rain--she’s the only person who’s been consistently nice to him and he agrees to come in for tea and scones. 

Everyone is ushered together by the butler (because of course there’s a butler--he’s quite literally a fancy rat named Thomas Gilfoyle) and William gives a speech where he wishes Conor well and kinda highlights that he did hire Sly to solve the case in a “Hey, I did my bit don’t blame me” kind of way. He also makes a 150k pound donation to the church (and Ian thought 250 was good) and tells his daughter not to read the praise he got for it from the cardinal when she mentions it (I wonder if that was choreographed). Sly interrupts the speech to “magnanimously” give his money back, to William’s annoyance. Buck notices that Lawrence Longfoot (a nouveau rich, rabbit photographer) takes a pic of the scene but with Sly in the foreground and William in the background. 

Then, a few things happen at once (in a very cinematic way):

As the camera flashes, Mrs. Molesly drops her tray, eyes hurt by the light. Lady Calliope Fawnbrooke (Deer, Matron of the Arts) helps her up.

In the moment of dark, after the flash goes away, the butler disappears. 

Buck thinks he sees a shape through the window, out in the rain. 

A cheer goes up for Sly for returning the money but all Sly can focus on is one figure he recognizes in the back of the room. Daisy, who is downing her drink and not cheering for him. He downs his as well, and looks at her until she breaks the stare and leaves the room. 

And this episode doesn’t end with a dead body like I thought, but with a flashback to a younger Sylvester, 12 years ago when he first met Daisy.

PC INTERPERSONAL DRAMA Y’ALL!!! Get HYPED! 

Case Notes

Here is a compilation of all the characters (PCs and NPCs introduced in this episode). 

Sly mentions that Ignatius Cottonbottom faked his own death as a part of some scheme which seems like a backstory point that might come back later--we now know that there exists a way to convincingly fake your own death in this world. 

Sly walks with a walking stick because of some “mysterious accident” but we’re jumping into a flashback next week so it looks like we might find out about it pretty soon. 

Sly also mentions he used to be the personal physician to the elder Cottonbottom so those are skills he has. I wonder if that’ll be useful to this healer-less party. I wonder if cleric was even an option in this world which seems to be low to no magic. It would explain by Ian is a bad and not a cleric. 

Lars has a military background which I wanted to mention in case it becomes relevant later. 

And Dr. Magpie grew up poor and still acts it a bit even though he married a very rich woman. Brennan uses the very good line, “He forces his body into the shape of an apology”

This might be a really deep cut reference but did anyone else here was the old Britcom “Keeping Up Appearances”? Cause I was getting serious Bouquet/Bucket energy from Daisy. 

This is an all College Humor season and it shows. The energy of 6 (7 if you count Brennan) top notch comedians sparking off of each other, trying to one up each other is off the charts. Some of the best bits this episode:

“When God closes every door but one, you go through the door that is open.” followed by “I’m an owl by the way.”

“Time is money, here’s both” from Buck re his inscribed gold pocket watch--everyone at the table loved that so much and they’re right. 

Armond going from being a third to a fourth wheel. 

And the names--I already shouted out a ton on the main recap but also a rat butler (like Rhett Butler) and naming the mouse Cat(therine). Can’t forget Gangie Green/gangrene from Katie. Also points to Ally for the data stealing Eel Musk which broke Brennan a little. 

I know we just went through this with Crown of Candy but what are these animals eating? Like, in Zootopia there were only mammals so we can assume the carnivores are eating like birds and fish but there are sentient birds here. I know this isn’t important. I’m not trying to do a CinemaSins gotcha. I just wonder, you know?

Y’all were waiting for all the lights to go out during that speech and then come back on and there’d be a body too, right?

If Brennan makes the bad guy a chicken or a duck or something so he can make a “fowl play” joke, he is cordially invited to catch these hands. 

I have been waiting for Raph and Katie to do D20 forever. Their specific brand of nonsense on Rank Room was always amazing. 

I love love love that Grant and Rekha are the PCs that have ~a past~ because they are so funny together. If you haven’t seen their episode of Game Changers, you absolutely must (it’s also a murder mystery actually!). 

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #mice and murder #mice and murder spoilers #the case file #points and also glares to camwritery for pointing out that grant also went for the silver fox pun #i will be fighting both of you at my earliest convenience

[daimboy]

what’s she gonna buy

#rat #rats #dumbo rat #ratblr #peaches and cream #my beeeeebies #btw this is cream #her sister is named peaches and is the crazy jumper #also y'all kno i took it back from her like 5 seconds later right #like i didn't let her keep 20 bucks im not made of cash

[edda-blattfe]

Twisted Wonderland: Pomfiore & Savanaclaw - Disturbingly Real Headcanons pt.1

Requested by @yandere-wishes .

WARNING: Some of these topics may be triggering for certain individuals.

Mentions of: Starvation, Canibalism, Child Abuse

Btw: These are in no particular order other than their ease to write for.

Vil Schoenheit:

- There’s a large scar on Vil’s forearm from a chemical burn from one of his first few science experiments. After the accident he became obsessed with the thing, prodding it, trying to cover it. He’s incredibly self conscious about it, choosing to wear long sleeves as a way to hide it or, if it can’t be helped, conceal it with makeup. For this reason he never showers publicly. Once an underclassman happened to stumbled into Vil’s room after he had showered and saw it; the poor thing is still traumatized by the threats and curses the dorm leader claimed he’d enact if they told anyone about it. (That being said, if he trusts particular individual enough, they may be allowed to see and maybe touch it.)

Ruggie Bucchi:

- His gluttonous habits stem from his youth, back when he was an orphan in the streets. The kingdom was going through a drought, which meant food was practically nonexistent. Dogs, cats, even the rats that once scraped the city streets had been picked off to sustain the starving poor. Everyone was starving, including Ruggie. At that time the boy looked like a skeleton with filthy, callous ridden skin stretched across its frame like a drum head, his dirty blond hair matted with mud, sweat, and dried blood, eyes piercing out of a face ridden with the marks of death. To this day he can still remember how hunger ravaged his senses and left him mewling in pain. One day a cannibalistic gang found him, first they tried to persuade him to join them. When that failed they tried to catch him. Sure there wasn’t much meat on him, but they could still boil him for soup. He has a scar running over his left hip down to the calf where one if them happened to catch him with a knife. He would have bled out to death if Leona didn’t happen to be passing by at the time. Ruggie woke up in (pride rock? Idk, where do they live?), scared out of his wits. But there was food waiting for him! Sure there was also that big leonine creep watching him, but he was giving him food!!! “Stick with me, kid,” the stranger purred as he watched the boy scarf down his first meal in...he couldn’t even remember the last time he ate, “And you’ll never go hungry again.”

- Ruggie will growl and nip at anyone who dares attempt to swipe his food away. Leona has the scar to prove it.

Rook Hunt:

- Rook’s body is marred by the pains of his past. His fingertips, black, frostbitten, as are his toes, from the time his father left him in a snow storm. A group of dark circles on the left side of his torso from being gouged by an aggressive buck after he failed to bring it down. A faint one across the crown of his head where an arrow grazed him after he answered a question incorrectly. Long, thin scar across his chest and abdomen when he left himself open while sparring. Another on his right shoulder blade from getting hit by a glass bottle during one of the old man’s drunken rages. There’s several around his legs from sprinting through the thorn bushes surrounding his childhood home; a round scar on his left shoulder from the arrow that stopped him from making it through them. There are many more; marks from where manacles bit into his skin, cigarette burns, whipping marks, you name it. But nothing ever touched his face, no. His father always made a point of keeping his son’s face perfect, like his mother’s face. A reminder of her beauty, back when she was young, full of life, nothing like the ghost of a women she was....before...

- There’s only one scar Rook is proud of, faint remnants of rope burn along the sides of his hands. He never says why, just that they were the last ones that had anything to do with his old man.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #headcanons #vil schoenheit #ruggie bucchie #rook hunt

[macaronis-telegraph]

S.S. Temperance

Hey! This is just a mildly whumpy drabble that I kinda threw together on a whim. 

I enjoyed writing it, so fingers crossed someone out there enjoys reading it! 

(It’s a working title btw if I decide to do more with this, and also, warning for absolutely no proof reading.)

Anyways, onto the thing!

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It came with a splash of chilled liquid, staining his front, followed by a clatter of glass and metal, followed by intense laughter and jeers. Ever since accepting this job, he always swore to himself that he’d never take to alcohol - the government had outlawed it for a reason. But that wouldn’t stop the laughter.

Benjamin felt his entire being tighten. He needed to focus, he needed to clean up, he-

He felt a hand clench around the front of his shirt, causing it to become untucked. Benjamin didn’t need to unsoften his vision to know it was the same man who caused him to drop the tray in the first place. Benjamin didn’t even need to guess what might come next. Every single person in this ballroom was drunk, except for his crewmates, but none of them would risk the punishment that could come from fighting a customer. Benjamin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out his drunken attacker. 

Suddenly, another hand came to Benjamin’s attention in addition to the ones at his front. It gripped him around his upper arm, dragging him away from the awful drunk. But this hand was no less frightening. In fact, it was even more so. 

“What in God’s name were you doing?” The voice was as sharp and chilling as the cold night air as they stepped outside, onto the deck. 

Benjamin shivered, avoiding eye contact. He knew that voice. It was his boss, the ship’s owner. And it’s not like any act of defiance would be able to help him now. 

“You spill my whisky, costing me money, and disturb a paying customer-”

“It wasn’t my-” The grip on Benjamin’s arm tightened tremendously. He wished he could go back in time. His mouth spoke before his brain’d had the chance to shut him up.

“You…” His boss fumbled around in his coat pocket, pulling out a small dreadful object that Benjamin had seen many times before. “You little…”

Benjamin’s body unconsciously tried to jerk out of the way, to escape the man’s hold, but it only made the grip become painful. And before Benjamin could even think another thought, a fist came swinging towards him armed with the glint of something metal. 

He recoiled as the fist made an impact with his cheek, the metal biting deep into this skin. Benjamin gasped, the air threatening to leave his lungs. And then, suddenly, the grip on his arm disappeared, causing him to fall unsteady on his feet. 

His boss stormed away for a moment, and Benjamin wanted to run. It was in all his instinct to. But alas, he was stuck in place. He’d only be found anyways. They were at least five miles out from shore, and there weren’t any hiding spots his boss didn’t know about in his own ship. 

Benjamin paled as his boss came back around the corner, armed with a bucket and his knuckle knife still secure in his palm. His feet finally became unstuck as Benjamin took a couple of steps back. It wasn’t enough though. A bucket of bitter salt water was soon dumped over his entire being, leaving him sodden. He held back a whimper as it dripped across his raw cheek, creating a teeth grinding sting. 

“Clean yourself up.” The large man turned away without another look. “Can’t have a dumb mug looking like you serving in there.” 

And with that, the boss was gone, ducking back inside the main ballroom of the ship.

Benjamin just stood, dripping and shivering for a moment. He needed this job. He needed the money. It was all he could keep telling himself. 

With slow, creaking steps at first, Benjamin began making his way to the stairs at the stern, heading down below deck to the crew’s quarters. It wasn’t anything fancy, and he didn’t let himself linger on it. He just grabbed a small tin he kept under his bunk, and made his way into the tiny shared bathroom. It was then that his body decided it didn’t want to hold itself up any longer. 

Benjamin hunched over, holding himself up over the short metal sink. His body had begun to shake, allowing small drops to fall into the sink. Was it from his soaked body? Or tears. His brain was too clouded to think. He just knew he needed this job. He needed the money. He couldn’t be loud. He couldn’t let anyone else hear. If the boss saw him as a crying mess…

His tears came more violet now, paired with harsh breathing. He didn’t have anything to stop his emotions from flowing freely. 

Through blurry eyes, Benjamin glanced up at the greasy mirror before him. He looked awful. A shaky hand reached up, prodding at his cheek, already a bright inflamed red. His eye would be black by the end of the night. 

He wanted to gag.

His mouth twitched, opening to do so, but the movement sent pain up his injured muscle. He coughed involuntarily at that, his fingers digging into the metal sink as much as they could. 

It hurt. It hurt more than a black eye should. But Benjamin had trained his brain to be grateful. He’d met his boss’s favourite ‘tool’ more than once, and luckily, he’d only come in contact with the knuckle side. One day soon, he was sure it would be the blade and-

A knock came at the bathroom door.

Benjamin huffed in a small wheezy gasp at the sound. It had to be one of his crewmates, right? But what if it was a lost, drunk guest? What if it was his boss? He found himself shaking harshly again.

The knock on the door repeated itself.

“Ben?” came the voice from the other side, “Benji?”

Benjamin held his breath. Did he get lucky?

“Hey, Benji, it’s just Otis out here. How ’bout you let me in so I know you’re okay, yeah?” 

Benjamin hesitated before reaching to unlock the bathroom door. Otis worked down in the engine room and was maybe two or three years older than Benjamin. He could trust him. He could trust Otis. 

Otis quickly approached once the door was opened for him. 

“Yikes, bunny, he really did a number on you this time.”

“Shut it.” Benjamin veered away from his touch, will wary on his feet.

“Hey… hang tight. I’ll be right back.” Otis stepped back to return to the rest of the quarters but stopped, catching another long glance at Benjamin before leaving. “Sit, will ya’?”

Otis watched to make sure that Benjamin had steadied himself on the closed toilet seat before finally leaving the tiny room. 

He returned shortly after, bringing with him a fresh towel and shirt. 

“Let’s get that off you.” Otis draped the towel and shirt over the edge of the sink. “You smell like the ocean.”

Benjamin pretended to ignore that comment, trying instead to get his shaking fingers to unbutton his sodden shirt. “How did you even…?”

Otis crouched down in front of Benjamin, gently coercing his hands out of the way, working open the buttons for him as he spoke. “Ralph gave me the heads up. Told me he’d seen you tripped up by some old man, then about the boss turning livid.”

Benjamin hummed lightly. He couldn’t help but be grateful that Otis was here with him, but he wasn’t quite ready to show it yet.

With his soaked shirt now stripped off, Otis playfully threw the towel over Benjamin’s head and shoulders. Benjamin worked to dry his salty hair without a word. 

“You got any cream to put on that?” Otis nodded towards Benjamin’s darkening bruise as he finished drying himself off. 

Benjamin shook his head. “It’s no use anyways. Can’t cover it with cream over it.” A jarring shiver wracked itself over Benjamin’s body, and he reached over to grab his dry shirt. He shrugged it on over his shoulders, avoiding eye contact with Otis. Part of him knew he wouldn’t, but Benjamin knew he wouldn’t be able to bear it if he found pity on his face. 

He couldn’t avoid it for long though. As Benjamin’s trembling fingers struggled again with the buttons, Otis took over once more. And there wasn’t any pity in his eyes - just a sadness that he was trying to hide from.

As he finished, Otis looked up, ghosting his fingers over the injury. “Yeah. He won’t let you on the floor with this.” He reached over, grabbing the small tin that Benjamin had brought in earlier.

Benjamin’s face scrunched up. “I don’t know if any amount of powder is going to cover this. It’s… it’s no good.”

“Does it hurt for me to try?” Otis leaned over with the powder tin, carefully moving to apply it over the bruised cheek. 

“He’s gonna have me in the storeroom for a week!”

“Aw, but the rats in there love to be cuddled!” Otis would always try to lighten the mood, often with mixed results.

“God, close your head, will ya?” Benjamin twitched in pain, the feistiness short lived, and Otis retreated from his efforts for a moment. “What if… what if next time it’s worse?”

Otis sighed to himself, then reached down, taking Benjamin’s hand in his, squeezing gently. “All he is, is a high pillow. What can he ever do to you in the end?”

“I’m sure all he wants to do is fill me with lead,” Benjamin shot back, fast and nervous.

Otis snorts a little. “Nah he’d never do that. You make him money. He knows what his crew is worth.”

“He knows it’s worth not letting me run off to the police and telling them what’s actually going on over here.” 

“That doesn’t mean he wants you dead.” Otis released his hand, standing up straight. “We’re all in it to make a buck or two, which makes him no different than us in the end.” One last time, he reached his hand out to Benjamin, offering assistance in standing. “And we need’ta make our buck - best be back to work.” Otis smiled a weak smile, acknowledging their boss’s strictness.  

“C’mon. You can sleep all nice n’ beautiful when we’re back in port.”

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#whump #hurt/comfort #1920s style #whump writing #whumpblr #lemonadeplutowrites #please lemme know if you enjoyed this #OC #My characters #MY OCs #story #drabble #original characters #original character #writing #whump fic #emotional whump #angst #sstemperance #pain #i gotta stop making tags #oof #brass knuckle knife

[itbe-jess]

My OC for the new Family Matters reboot I have in progress. Although, I'm a little disappointed that he didn't come out as bulky as I wanted. >.< 

Made here.

His name is Bjorn Miller. He's 17 years old, 6'1 in height, African American, Jewish, and gay. Bjorn is Norwegian for "bear" btw. XD 

Bjorn is a transfer student from St. Louis. His birth father is currently deceased, but his mother eventually remarried. Of course, Bjorn only addresses his step father by his first name (he's not a bad person though). He is the second clumsiest character in the show, due to his issue of controlling his great strength. He made use of it by joining the school boxing team. He's a boxer, but he really wants to be a cartoonist. 

He worked part-time as a retail sales associate. But then he got fired for punching one of the customers. Now he's a grocery store stocker, which is also a good use for his strength. 

Other than clumsiness, he also has an anxiety problem. He's worried for his mom's health, ever since the loss of his father, always insisting on doing the cooking, cleaning, and other errands. He's worried he might say the wrong word in a conversation, and whenever he feels he says the wrong thing, he repeatedly says "sorry." He's worried of confessing his love for Steve, thinking he might get rejected or he's not good enough for him. Sometimes, whenever he feels threatened, he'll accidentally punch someone in the face. Steve and Laura like to accompany him as his emotional support buddies, trying to help him cope with his anxiety. He's also very protective of the little nerd.

Bjorn happens to be very sensitive towards insults, mainly targeting towards his sexuality and religion. He has some experience being bullied. It happened when he came out gay at age 12. Tired of hiding and running from bullies, he then resorted to physical workouts, so that he'd become strong enough for the other kids to fear. That's right! He likes scaring homophobes! XD 

Bjorn loves cats, despite being allergic. He's a huge fan of classic Motown songs. He draws pretty well, and his art design is dedicated to the cartoony Hanna Barbara style. His favorite comics to write are about cutesy romantic shorts between a muscular tone, tall rat, and a scrawny, short, nerdy mouse. Both are male, by the way. He hates cops, but eventually learns that Carl isn't so bad.

For relationships, he's very close to Steve. What made him fall in love with Steve was the fact that he's unconditionally passionate, funny, helpful, supportive, and they're both clumsy. Because of these traits, he's become blind to all the turn-offs that annoy everyone. He's very shy to admit his feelings towards him. He tried giving hints, but Steve is oblivious to them, due to never receiving romantic attraction from anyone. Bjorn performs as a bodyguard to him.

He's gets along well with Laura. She likes to act as his straight man. He feels she is much more useful to help cope his anxiety better than Steve. Laura is the one he always turns to for advice. She was very trustworthy to share his crush on Steve with. Laura may have told Maxine, but she was trustful as well. He has listened to every advice thrown at him, accept for the ones regarding him to buck up and just confess his love for the nasally voice nerd. When not taking "therapy sessions," they're doing normal friend stuff such as playing video games, sports, watching TV, and eating out.

He likes Waldo because he makes him laugh, even though he doesn't intend to. And thanks to him, he's learned at lot about anime. (That's right, Waldo is a weeb in this reboot. XD)

Maxine is fun to be around, but he tends to bail out whenever she wants to record him for her vlog. 

Eddie is his least favorite. He can't stand narcissistic, macho ladies' men. He's the only kid he won't go easy on during sports. Despite Eddie being one year older, Bjorn is taller than him.

As for his mom, he loves her with all his heart. He would do anything to make her happy, and make sure she does less work around the house. She is very supportive of her son being gay, and everything he stands for. Ever since dad died, he’s been taking good care of her, hoping he doesn’t lose her too.

#Family Matters #Steve Urkel #Laura Winslow #Eddie Winslow #Waldo Faldo #Maxine Don't Remember Surname #reboot #fanfic #Original character #OC #gay #lgbtq #bear #picrew #This reboot gonna be hella gay! #The name was all a friend's idea #Since he is a bear

[bucky-sk-blog]

Better

〖Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader〗

▷ request: Anon: Hey :) can I request a bucky one shot where the reader tries to break up with him because she thinks he deserves someone "extraordinary" too? Thank you so much!! BTW, I really really love your fics.

▷ warnings: swearing

▷ summary: You try to leave Bucky because you know he deserves so much better than you.

▷ word count: 1,483

▷ chapters: 1/1

▷ a|n: first request and I am hyped as fuck for this--thx, anon. sorry it’s a bit short though

You watched him with a small smile, stirring your coffee absentmindedly. He moved with such grace, such perfection. As he pummeled the punching bag you saw the deep furrow in brow disappear and instead, a smirk blossomed on his lips. He laid one last hit onto the bag causing it to groan then turned to you. Bucky swaggered over to you with eyes glimmering something sinful. He was blocked by the coffee cup that you kept close to your chest from pressing his bulky frame against yours and you tilted your head up to give him your own smirk.

Bucky brought up his metal hand and tucked a few stray locks of hair behind your ear. "Morning, sweetheart."

You leaned your head into his palm, chasing his touch. "What're you up to, sugar?" You drawled out, knowing that something about your southern tone drove him wild.

Bucky plucked the coffee from your grasp and set it aside. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck. You giggled a little as his breath tickled your throat, his lips leaving soft pecks. Dragging your fingers through his hair, you murmured, "how'd I ever get a man like you, James Barnes?"

Bucky lifted his head and stole your breath with the way his blue eyes shone pure affection. "I wonder the same thing about you, y/n Barnes."

A laugh bubbled its way up and you shook your head in amusement. "Sugar, since when do I have your last name?"

He kissed you softly, warm lips caressing yours. Wandering hands moved from your waist to your bottom making you squeak in surprise. Bucky let loose an alluring chuckle at the sound of your surprised and nipped your bottom lip before pulling back. "You'll have it soon, sweetheart."

You smacked his shoulder playfully and ducked out of his arms. "Jamie, you are too much," you teased.

Bucky wore a predatory grin as he circled around you. A slight arch of his brow sent shivers down your spine. "Too much? C'mere, doll, I'll show you too much."

"You'll have to catch me first," you shot back and darted to the side as Bucky lunged for you.

You had been an experiment by a disbanded organization whose name you never learned because you were too young, too broken to remember. Living as a street-rat for years and terrorizing people even killing some for money just to get food. Your ability to be invisible had kept you easily hidden from most until the Avengers came once you had killed someone too important. They took you in and gave you a second chance, one that you still believed you didn't deserve.

You spun around the gym as Bucky chased your reappearing figure. At one point he noticed that your footprints showed on the mat from where you placed your weight and he smirked up at the empty space where you stood.

"Bucky," you warned with a giggle as he stalked towards you. "Buck, I swear to the Lord."

He shot out and grabbed you, pressing you tight against his chest. His hands wandered down to your butt and he gave the soft flesh a rough squeeze. "So, if that's there then those should be here. . ." he captured your lips quickly while you laughed around the kiss. Your tongues dancing with each other.

"Bucky's kissing the air again!" Sam shouted to the rest of the Avengers that sauntered in behind him.

Tony grimaced as Bucky stopped kissing you and looked up. "Icicle, we can go find y/n if you need her so bad."

Bucky rolled his eyes and pinched your bottom causing you to be shocked into revealing yourself. "Already got her, Stark."

You smacked his shoulder again. "James Buchanan, you keep your hand to yourself in public, you hear?"

He flashed his perfect teeth in a perfect smile and pressed his forehead against yours. "You weren't saying that a second ago, y/n."

You pushed him away with a soft smile and turned to see Steve smiling happily at both of you. You loved the man but once Bucky and you had started dating, Steve had put a lot of pressure on you. He didn't mean to, that you knew for a fact, but being told repeatedly that you were something more than you believed made you worried. Of course, you put up with it for Buck but the anxiety ate away at you. What if you weren't good enough? You had killed people, good people. Bucky had too but your love wasn't in control of himself. Every time you rammed a knife through an unsuspecting person and watched the life drain out them you were in full control of your actions.

"Y/n?"

You turned back to Bucky and saw him reaching for you with worry. Giving a weak smile, you waved him off. "I'm all good, sugar. Jus' need some more coffee."

Bucky seemed to want to say something but looked over to see the rest of the group pretending not listen and settled for giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and joining them.

You grabbed your coffee and scurried out of the gym to the other side of the Avenger Tower. Thoughts about Bucky swirled into a storm in your mind. You loved him though you had never told him. You loved everything about him from his kindness to his lips. But, by the Lord, you knew you would never be extraordinary like he was; you would never deserve his love. For all of the good ol' confidence you bounced around you were weak inside with anxieties.

You went to the room you shared with Bucky and collapsed on the bed. It was time you told him the truth. . .

He deserved so much more.

>>>>>>>

Sitting on the edge of the bed with a frown you worried the blankets between your fingers. A bag sat next you, lightly packed with only a few days change of clothes and the essentials. You'd leave for Bucky's sake and yours. So many were scrambling for his attention that you knew he'd forget about you once he realized the truth as well and move on to another person. Your heart wretched at the thought of seeing someone else garnering his love but you knew that anyone other than you would be best for him.

"Sweetheart?" The door creaked open and Bucky entered. His eyes caught the bag whose straps you were fiddling with and he frowned. "Are you going on a mission?"

The way his eyes bore into yours forced you to look away in fear that the tears begging to spill would finally break free. "I'm leaving, James. Gave Fury my resignation this afternoon."

"What?" Bucky breathed so quietly you nearly missed the heartbroken plea.

You steeled your expression even as a tear betrayed you and stared at him. "We're done," you bit. It crumbled your heart when he flinched from the terse way you said it. "I'm no good for you. So, I got my bag and I'm gettin' outta here."

Bucky ran a hand through his hair and clenched his as he paced angrily. "What the fuck are you saying?"

You sighed and swung the bag over your shoulder as you got up.  "You heard me damn well."

Bucky stopped and looked at you red, red eyes and red face. Red lust and red rage. "I. . ." He exhaled roughly and strode toward you with the force of a tornado. You didn't move, you knew he was too soft to ever hit you. But God you never expected a kiss to feel like a smack. It burned as he poured his feelings on your lips. He pulled away panting and shaking with a few tears welling up. "I love you, y/n."

You froze. It was a stab in the gut. The click of a clock that told you, you were too late. "N-No," you stammered. "No, I'm not good enough. You'll find someone better to love. Someone who deserves it."

Bucky was fuming. "Put the bag down, sweetheart. You aren't going anywhere."

"Bucky," you huffed.

He gripped your chin and tilted your head up to him. "You deserve everything, y/n. You were the only one to not tiptoe around me or treat me like a threat. You're the only one who wants to know me as me now and not the Bucky that I was before. You're fucking perfect, doll."

You were sobbing now. Bucky pulled you against his chest and swayed you lightly as your tears dampened his shirt. "I-I killed people," you wheezed out.

"Shhh." Bucky ran his hand over your head. "I know, sweetheart. It's my fault for not seeing how much it hurt you or how worried you were over us. I should have told you I love you sooner."

Your fingers curled around the fabric of the back of his shirt. The feeling of being safely tucked into his arms was something you never wanted to lose. "I love you too, Buck."

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