#(in case you're still tracking the old tag)

[waves-against-a-cliff]

After the end - Post-apocalypse Omegaverse AU

Summary - The first shot is fired. While you come up with a plan to confuse and bait these four alphas, they come up with their own strategy.

Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. 141 x reader. Omega has a shotgun, I REPEAT, Omega has a shotgun. Mentions of violence.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

You looked at the four men with wide eyes and they stared back at you with equally wide ones as well. Your finger moved to the trigger of the shotgun and the one with a scraggly mohawk stepped forward. You growled without even meaning to and he hesitated. "Come on Bonnie, drop tae shotgun," he tried to negotiate but you snarled at him.

"Get the fuck out of my woods," you replied, snarling so hard spit flies from your mouth. You pointed the shotgun at the four of them but mostly focused on the Scottish brute in front of you, "Or I'll kill you."

A nasty smile crossed his face, feral and unnatural. "Oh ye wouldnae. You're just a little omega," he cooed and you pulled the trigger. The kick is a little more than you expected and you're pushed flat on your back from the kick. You the blast heard echo through the woods and your ears are ringing. Behind the ringing you hear curses and you looked to see the Scottish alpha on the ground clutching his shoulder with a dark look in his eyes.

His three other alpha packmates gathered around him, fretting over his wound and so you took the chance to get onto your feet and get away. "She's gettin' away!" You heard another shout and then more curses. You assumed that one fell into the hole you had covered up. You hoped he enjoys the wooden spikes.

You huffed and puffed after a while, your breathing fogging the air around you. The winter chill had made your nose hurt and your fingers were stiff. You rubbed them together to try and gather some heat in them. You shakily reloaded the shotgun, putting the spent shotgun shell into your pocket.

You don't need anymore tracks leading them to you.

You can't help but wonder how they figured it out. How they knew someone was still lingering around this long forgotten small town. You racked your brain for the answer as you kept walking, snow crunching under your well worn boots.

You thought back to a few days ago, the last time you had been in for resupply. You had noticed one of your traps had been triggered. The false floor in a building had collapsed underneath the weight of someone. You checked it and found a very big, unnaturally big, beta. He was already dead, he was wearing a T-shirt as a mask of all things. It had taken a lot of effort to get him from the pit, you'd had to grab your old jeep, rarely used except for times like these when you needed to haul something big.

In this case, a tall T-shirt mask wearing beta.

You had cut yourself on a shard of glass picking him up and loading him into the back. You hadn't even thought about it when you wiped your hand on the wooden pole. "Fucking stupid," you whispered to yourself. Carelessness.

After all this time it was carelessness that had gotten you at last.

Then it gave you an idea. If they were able to track your scent using blood...

You grabbed your pocket knife and looked at it, the idea of the perfect trap starting in your mind.

"Fuckin' bitch," Soap hissed from between clenched teeth. The shotgun blast had barely grazed his shoulder but it still hurt like a massive bitch. "She actually shot tae damn thing."

Gaz scoffed as he wrapped his mild puncture wound, the wooden stakes at the bottom not sharpened enough to do any real damage. "That's what you get for provoking," he replied as he stood up.

"I was not provoking!" Soap said and Gaz rolled his eyes.

"Shut it you two," Price finally snapped as he pinched the bridge of his nose using his index and thumb. Gaz had been right, there was an omega running around in this forest still. The issue was now that not only did she know that they were here but that she had known before hand.

"How's Soaps shoulder?" Price asked Ghost, who had a stronger bond with Soap. It was natural. Price was more bonded with Gaz and he could feel his inner alpha snarling and pacing that he was hurt.

"It'll be fine. Luckily the shot mostly missed," Ghost replied gruffly. Price turned to his pack and looked over them.

"What do you think Ghost?"

"I think she has more 'f these traps laid out through the forest," he replied, his shoulders tensed at the idea of having to navigate an entirely booby trapped forest.

"Did you hear what she said?" Gaz asked and Price raised a brow.

"Yes Kyle, what of it?"

"She referred to this place as her woods."

"What of it?" Soap snapped and Gaz glared at his fellow sergeant.

"This is her territory," Gaz finally finished and everyone gave him a skeptical look.

"Omegas don't have territory," Soap responded, "they aren't built like that."

Gaz rolled his eyes. Out of everyone within the pack, Gaz might be the most versed on how omegas operated with Ghost not far behind him. "Even if this is her territory," Price said and even he sounded skeptical, "there's still an easy solution."

Ghost looked at his captain, his stomach churned at what he was about to say. He knew what he would say. They could scruff her.

"We just have to get close." Price said and Soap huffed out a laugh.

"Damn thing is fuckin' feral. We aren't gettin' through these woods without a few more scratches."

"So you're willin' to give up a ripe omega?" Gaz challenged and Soap shook his head.

"I didnae say that."

[yolli-es]

That was the last time

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2, mental issues, mentions of blood, selfharm

At the request of one of the readers. I find this idea interesting. Also, I think you're already tired of my headcanons, so I wrote the text :3 I hope I was able to convey to you the idea I was thinking while typing this.

Jinx was sitting in her workshop, working on her bombs as usual. Before meeting you, Jinx never worried about time. Spending the entire night creating a useless trinket was not a problem for her. But not now. On the walls, on the table, on the floor, and even on the couch. Watches are everywhere, so Jinx always keeps track of time. It also helped her get into the habit of checking her watch. She did it again, as she had done many times before, when she suddenly realized that it was well past midnight and you were still not with her. She actually hasn't seen you for a little over two hours. Jinx breaks out in a cold sweat, and her body trembles. The realization made her jump and immediately run out into the street in search of you. In her head, Mylo and Claggor immediately started suggesting the worst-case scenarios. But now was not the time to panic; Jinx had to be stronger than them now. She knew without Mylo that you were probably in a terrible situation right now. You couldn't do something stupid again, could you? It could be fatal. And it will be her fault. Again. 

"It's your fault now."  

"Shut up, Mylo."  

When you officially started your relationship, Jinx knew it would be a hard and challenging time for the two of you, but she never realized how hard. 

Jinx ran and ran, knowing exactly where you were and what you were probably doing. You left "on business" a couple of hours ago, and she was only now thinking about the real reason. "I'm disgusting, disgusting, just useless," was going through Jinx's head over and over. It was too obvious; how could she miss it? The way you looked, the way you trembled and blinked awkwardly at her questions. It was so obvious this morning. You thought about it all day, fought with yourself, and she just did nothing; as always, she couldn't help. No, she just didn't want to. Mylo was destroying her for it right now, making her cry but not stop. She fought with her mind and thoughts just to get to the decrepit factory with only two floors. It's too old to use, but also too expensive to just tear down. It's just that no one needs it. That's why you're so drawn there? 

It took her another two miserable minutes to reach the farthest room on the second floor. It was dark, but the light from the lantern came through the right window, giving Jinx a chance to see the basics of the place. There was a complete mess around you—a bunch of paper, candles, and some junk. And you were lying on the floor, holding your knees with your back to Jinx. The air was heavy, the atmosphere oppressive, and only the sound of your breathing in the complete silence allowed Jinx to relax a little. 

Hey, Toots—Jinx began, walking up to you slowly, trying to catch her breath,—You didn't do anything wrong, did you? You didn't have to run away from me. 

You didn't answer, although you were startled by her sudden presence. You must have been too desperate and decided that she would never come.

—She’s become so persistent today—you answered very quietly, sometimes forgetting to breathe and simply suffocating—I just couldn't resist.

Jinx was finally close enough to see the small blood stains just inches away from you. Damn. She took a deep breath, trying not to burst into tears and become hysterical.

Unfortunately, Jinx wasn't the only one who suffered from voices in her head. However, while she had Claggor with his comforting words and encouraging words, you were all alone. Just you and "Alice," as you called her. A girl with long, white hair, always hiding her face, and significantly shorter than you. She had a sweet voice but cruel words. Alice hated you and longed to take your place. Because she was better. You described her so realistically, truly believing in her existence. Jinx realized that Alice was only in your head when you suddenly ran away from her in the middle of a conversation. Jinx asked you about it later, and you said that Alice took you away then.

Jinx understood you like no one else, so your peculiarity was not a problem for her. Until Alice began to cross the line and deliberately suppress your personality along with your body. At first, you behaved aloofly, often not hearing Jinx and awkwardly asking to repeat herself. Then you became irritable, and only after that Jinx found out about your cuts, which you did yourself. "Alice made me," is what you answered. Jinx tried to act radically, constantly repeating that it was only in your head and self-harm was just crazy. You almost broke up then. You were so angry and upset, screaming and tearing your hair out. And then you suddenly went silent and ran out of the workshop, leaving her alone. If Jinx hadn't decided to follow you then...

Enough time has passed since that incident that Jinx swore to herself never to make you feel so insecure and misunderstood again. But then she did it again yesterday afternoon. She's sorry, but you just crossed the line. Then she spent the whole day with you just to make sure you were safe.

And now she has to bear the consequences of her actions. And it's just unbearable. You look sick, almost dead.

It doesn't take long for Jinx to fly up to you and gently flip your body over. Your eyes are closed, your body is shaking, your hands are weakly clinging to her hand, and, worst of all, this time you went too far and cut your legs. Your arms were hurt too, even more than usual this time. One of the cuts was so deep that Jinx thought she could see the bone. It looked disgusting and simply awful, but Jinx was tormented only by fear and sadness. Your clothes were covered in blood, some of them torn into shreds and clumsily tied around your arm and leg. Maybe Alice had left at some point and the will to live had returned to you. But it was too late, and you didn't have the strength to help yourself.

What have you done?—Jinx sobbed, no longer able to hold on. Nothing matters now; there's only you and her. Fighting, voices, work, and everything else just don't matter.

Sorry—was all you could say before falling into a deep sleep. Now that Jinx is finally here, you are safe. Alice can't hurt you, definitely not now.

Jinx pulled you out of there as if in a fog. The street, the alleys, the workshop, the search for Shimmer, and, finally, salvation. Yes, Shimmer did a good job of coping with your suicidal antics, but alas, the scars remained. Jinx blames herself for all of this. She saw your condition, knew about your thoughts, and still did nothing. Even when your worsening condition was her fault. She is too busy with her own problems; Mylo and Claggor constantly put pressure on her. You cannot be a support for her, just as she cannot be for you. But she still does not give up trying to be there with you. Jinx still loves you too much to leave you, but not enough to focus on your problem.

Sure, you'll wake up in a couple of hours. You'll apologize with tears in your eyes, and Jinx will do the same. You'll live in harmony for another week, and then Alice will come back.

Jinx promises herself to be better, for the tenth time. Perhaps this situation taught two of you a lesson, and now you will support each other? Who knows.

I'm going back to yandere requests, I hope you're happy about it 🤭🥴

[bg-brainrot]

"When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again" - Astarion x GN!Reader - Series Masterlist

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Elf!Tav for plot reasons)

Genre: Reincarnation, Angst, Mystery, Slow burn

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Canon-Typical Violence, cw: blood, cw: Astarion's entire backstory, cw: sex, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Fluff, Grief, Mourning, Developing Relationship

Series WC: 113k words and ongoing, 21/?? chapters

Summary: An Elf-Tav reincarnation story where Reincarnated!Tav dreams about Astarion in their nightly reveries and eventually seeks him out once they reach maturity. Things definitely totally go well.

Author’s Notes: I'm bringing over some of my multi-chapter fics from AO3, so if you've already read this, ty!! I love you and appreciate you so much! I will continue to add chapters as I format them, but the full fic is available on AO3 here if you're feeling like a binge.

Heads up-- while there will be explicit moments, this is first and foremost focused on romantic tension and yearning, asking the question: 'Would you still love me if I was someone completely different?’ Explicit scenes will be few and far between and very much focused on their feelings. It’s essentially an established relationship slow burn?

This has unascended Astarion, “good” choices are made in the original timeline, Tav needs to be an elf for this to work, but otherwise no specifics on past Tav. Present day Tav is a magic-user.

Chapters:

Chapter 1: Knifes and Nightmares

At 12 years old, you first dream of the Pale Elf. The encounter scares you and sets you on your path forward.

Chapter 2: The Second Encounter with the Pale Elf

Nearly 19, you think you have a handle of your past lives. However, not all of your past lives are created equal.

Chapter 3: What it Means to Love

Now 29, you're still trying to piece together parts of your past. In particular, what exactly was your relationship with Astarion?

Chapter 4: In this Lifetime

Now 99-years-old, you've managed to ignore your worst impulses to run off to Baldur's Gate. One night's reverie finally breaks you.

Chapter 5: Guidance from a Druid

After finally setting off to find Astarion, you receive a confounding memory from your past life. Ignoring what it might mean, you focus on your task and visiting Halsin, one of your past-self's friends.

Chapter 6: The Man of your Dreams

You make your way toward Astarion, trying your best to prepare for the encounter to come.

Chapter 7: Just One Night

You plead your case to the vampire.

Chapter 8: Who You Have Become

You try to learn more of who Astarion's become, while also trying to convince him of who you were.

Chapter 9: Ghosts of You

After he storms off, you try to track Astarion down only to find yourself on a trip down memory lane. Once you do catch his trail, you’re surprised to see where he’s gone.

Chapter 10: Overheard in the Underdark

You traverse a new landscape, looking for Astarion. What you find might be more than you bargain for, and what you hear might be too much to handle.

Chapter 11: An Interrogation

You spend the night in vampire prison and have a difficult conversation.

Chapter 12: The Source of his Pain

As you aim to leave and never look back, Astarion realizes that perhaps *he's* the one that made the mistake.

Chapter 13: And They Were Roommates

You and Astarion try to find a common ground between you. Things are awkward and tentative, and progress is anything but linear.

Chapter 14: A Blossoming Friendship

Now in your second week of living together, you and Astarion have to get past some of the hurdles your first week introduced, all while getting a bit closer along the way.

Chapter 15: More than Friends Pt. 1

Push finally comes to shove. As fun as living in the present is, Astarion forgets that present dangers are still very, very real. Afterward, emotions run high, and you find yourself in a familiar predicament.

Chapter 16: More than Friends Pt. 2

After talking through the previous night's tryst, emotions are confused, pasts are divulged, and everything comes to a head when your heart and soul want different things.

Chapter 17: What We are Now

When you’re left to your own devices, you find yourself knee-deep in mystery. Despite all of this, Astarion never leaves your mind. And perhaps you never leave his.

Chapter 18: Traveling with a Friend

You and Astarion travel together to Waterdeep. Emotions run high as you reconnect and reestablish your boundaries.

Chapter 19: The Wizard’s Tower

After traveling through Waterdeep, you and Astarion finally arrive at Gale's tower. Introductions are made, tours are had, and the relationship between yourself and Astarion continues to remain complicated.

Chapter 20: Sweets and Shopping

After receiving some advice from Gale, you and Astarion spend the day shopping and talking through your friendship.

Chapter 21: Dansarra’s Delights

Your wizard friend gives you a nigh impossible task, and you spend the day trying to find your opening to complete it.

Chapter 22 - TBA

...

[the-kr8tor]

Hi! Hope you enjoy your Thursday. Can I request Billie and Ramona going around school and their neighborhood telling the most outlandish stories ever…I used to do this when I was little and I got so many calls home about it 😂

Thanks!

Thank you for requesting! 😘🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, bo specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Twin AU, Billie and Ramona AU. FLUFF

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“Well our dad is Spider-Man!” Billie's unmistakable voice rings out in the playground, making you and Hobie stop in your tracks.

He plays it cooler though, continuing to walk a split second later, leaving you flabbergasted on the spot. You mentally facepalm when Ramona copies her sister, boasting about the exact same thing.

Hobie seems nonchalant, knowing that the neighborhood children would think otherwise. He hopes at least.

You on the other hand is sweating bullets when the other parents are in earshot of the children's conversation.

Hobie hands the girls' ice cream cone, maybe that will get them to shut up about their dad's alter ego.

“Thanks, dad!” The twins say simultaneously. Eyes shining in the sun, dirt and blades of grass on their pants. You're glad you didn't dress them in white.

They devour the ice cream in all their messy five year old coordination. The sweet treat doesn't stop them though, they're still letting out their father's greatest secret to their playmates, proudly exclaiming it with their entire hearts.

You finally make it next to Hobie, wide eyes staring at your girls, hoping they get your signal. But of course, being five years old doesn't give them that kind of skill just yet.

Hobie wraps his arm around your shoulders, squeezing, wordlessly reassuring you.

One of the parents laugh loudly at the children's conversation, their tiny voices overlapping over the other like they're arguing in parliament.

“Your girls have a very active imagination, eh?” one of them says.

“We read to them a lot and they get glimpses of Spiderman in the news.” Hobie explains for you, just in case you falter with your words.

You take a note to thank him later when you get home.

“That so?” Another asks. “You do have the same style as Spider-Punk.”

“It's Spider-Man actually—” you pinch his side slyly. Hobie clears his throat. “I get that a lot. I just say that he stole my style.” You've never heard him fake a laugh before but now that you've heard it, it almost made you laugh for real with how obviously fake it was. If the situation was different then you wouldn't hold back.

You suddenly hear crying, your motherly instincts kicking in. Eyes zeroing in on a sobbing Billie, a scoop of ice cream lay at her feet. You put two and two together. Mona sees the tears in her sister's eyes, her lips wobble, a sign of an incoming tantrum. She drops her ice cream on the grass purposely, you mentally sigh.

“Talk later!” You wave towards the group of parents, relief filling your gut. You and Hobie think the breakdown was a blessing in disguise as you can finally put a stop to all the spilled secrets.

Hobie scoops Billie up in his arms, bouncing her, whispering soft words. You carry Mona, patting her back carefully, cooing and kissing her temple. They continue to sob, crying big tears, eyes turning red. Billie even kicks and screams while Mona wraps around you tightly, arms and legs constricting you like a boa.

You and Hobie definitely need to have a lengthy talk with the girls once you get home.

[eugenephosgene]

Okay okay here's the rant

Do not post your identifing information online- profile pictures, names, email ids, phone numbers, aadhar cards okay okay that's it but you get it right? Do not post them unless you're really really sure you want that information out there. I have some mutuals who have their faces as their pfps so it's not like you don't have to do it. You should just know the consequences of posting that information online. Especially if you're minor and in some cases even a girl.

Do not tell them your age, i don't need to know you're 15 year old. Maybe i can guess from your rants about school or college or work but that's a secondary thought. You should not post your age so carelessly on your front page, it just makes you a better target. Again, especially if you're a minor.

And this is going to be general because we don't have live location feature on tumblr thank god. Never share your pictures from a place you're at while you're still at that place. Mostly applies to vacations and outings. Post those pictures after you've left that place and similarly NEVER tag in your location while you're there.

Do not overshare facts and identifyable details about you to strangers. No need to give them your insta id or anything like that. Ik you may want to share it after you've known them for quiet a long while and you're very sure of their identity buy please take it slow and don't trust people easily because there is no undo button here.

Never paste your trigger warnings. Those things are between you, god and your non existent therapist.

There are so many other things that I'll add later on but in short, the most simple rule is this.

Before posting anything identifiable online, imagine there is a person sitting on the other end that wants to harm you. Now decide on if what you're posting is going to make it easier for him to track you/harm you or not.

[silenzahra]

I have a concert tomorrow at this very hour and I'm SO excited and it just got announced on TV and I got so freaking nervous 😂

This means I probably won't be around till Saturday, but I wanted to let you know real quick a few things!

-Even though I'm in the middle of a reader's block right now, please know that I'm saving ALL your stories on my "Marked for later" list on AO3 so that I won't lose track of them when I'm ready to get at them! I truly LOVE your writing and your stories, dear friends, and I really hope I can read them all very soon! 🥰

-Since my new blog is still not properly organized (and this will still take some time), I'd like to let you all know that my old content, both the one I fixed and the one you all saved with your reblogs (💖), can be found under the tag zahra's writing which I've recently started using. That way you can easily find all of my stories and my headcanon posts in case you'd like to! And you're obviously free to use it too if you reblog my stuff 🥰

-Related to this, I know I have yet to properly thank each and every one of you who reblogged my musicians post after I fixed it! I'm sorry I haven't done it yet, but you'll all get proper answers as I deeply appreciate you supporting it even if it's already a few months old 🥰

-And last but not least, I'll continue to check the doc and get at my tags and PMs next week! These last few weeks have been a bit busy/hectic (and emotionally terrible as you know), and I haven't been doing so as much as I should. Hopefully I can finish soon with the doc as I feel so bad to keep you all waiting for almost a month now 😅

With this said, I'm most likely disappearing until Saturday! I truly can't believe I'm literally 24 hours away from relieving this 😭 Wish me luck trying to get some sleep tonight lol, I'm not exaggerating when I say I'm extremely nervous 😂

Love you all so much! 💖

[vodika-vibes]

Can i get a Cowboy Rex? Please? The story can be anything you want.

A Fresh Start

Summary: You're a new veterinarian in the area, and Rex, a local ranch owner, has become a regular client...and a friend.

Pairing: Cowboy!Rex x Reader

Word Count: 920

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope you like it! I don't write Rex very often, I'm not entirely sure why-

Moving from the city to the county was supposed to be hard. Everyone told you that you were going to struggle with how quiet it is in the country. Some of your more assholeish friends claimed that you would be back in six months.

But the truth is, you enjoy the quiet and the slower way of life.

The idea of moving back to the city, even at this point, sounds like a nightmare to you. 

Besides, as a large animal veterinarian, you kind of need to live in the country for your livelihood. 

“You have no idea how glad we were when we heard you were taking over the old clinic,” Rex, one of your regular clients, says from where he’s sitting on a hay bale, watching as you check over one of his mares. 

“I can imagine,” You reply with an easy laugh, “Honestly, I can’t believe Doctor Whillis was still in business. He’s ancient.”

“I think it was sheer stubbornness,” Rex admits with a shrug, “But people weren’t going to him so much anymore.” He grins at the back of your head, “It’s why you’ve been so busy.”

“Well,” You say easily as you continue your examination, “if nothing else, all of the business is allowing me to drag the clinic into the modern era.”

“Oh, I’m sure the fossils who work with you have been thrilled about that.”

“There have been a few arguments. I informed them that I would be willing to pay for them to get the training they need on the new machines.” You pull away from the mare, and lovingly stroke her nose, “They’re all refused, and so I’m in the process of having to replace them.”

“Well, they were all retirement age anyway.” Rex says with a shrug, “So, how is she?”

“Totally healthy, if not a little overweight.” You reply easily, “You said that she’s acting oddly? Have you changed anything about her routine recently?”

“The only change is that we’ve cut down on her treats, because of the weight gain.”

You laugh softly, “She’s pouting. She wants treats, but you won’t give them to her, so she’s sulking.”

Rex huffs out a laugh and runs his hand over his short hair, “Of course that’s the case. She’ll get over it, right?”

“Eventually.” You agree as you smile at him, “Is this the only one giving you any trouble?”

“That’s it.” Rex hops off the hay bale, “Thanks for coming out so quickly.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad it wasn’t something more serious.”

He hesitates, “So…uh…would you like to come inside? Have some coffee? My brother made some cookies this morning-”

You smile at him warmly, “Let me put my stuff in my truck, and then I would love some coffee and snacks.”

“I…really?”

“Really.”

You carry your bag to your truck, and you toss it in the backseat, taking a moment to make sure the cooler with the vaccines is still cold, and then you head towards the house properly.

You push open the door, and kick off your boots so as to not track mud into Rex’s house, and you follow the sound of his moving around into the kitchen. 

“Coffee will be done in a few minutes,” Rex says, as you pull out a chair and take a seat. He sets a plate of cookies at the center of the table and then sits across from you, “So, Doc, how are you adjusting to live in the country?” He asks with a lazy smile.

“Easier than I thought I would,” You admit as you lean back against the chair, “I appreciate the quiet.”

“I bet you do. The city’s always so loud all of the time. I don’t miss it at all.” He smiles ruefully at your surprised look, “I was a soldier, and lived in a lot of cities. It was a family career, a lot of my brothers are still soldiers.”

“How many brothers do you have?” You ask.

“Too many.” He laughs, “But I don’t mind, I love them. Most of the time.”

You grin, “That sounds familiar.”

“Oh? You have brothers?”

“Not so much, but I have several much older cousins who were close enough.” You explain, “I’m the baby, unfortunately.”

“And they let you move to the middle of nowhere? I’m impressed.”

“I kinda just did it without telling them until after I moved.” You admit, “There was much screaming and shouting about my reckless behavior.”

Rex laughs, “That sounds right. It’s good that they care about you so much.” He pauses, “They’d hate that you were alone in my house with me, wouldn’t they?”

You snag a cookie and break off a piece, “Oh, without a doubt.”

“Hm…” Rex takes his own cookie and absently spins it between his fingers, “Say, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Not unless there’s an emergency.”

“You wanna go out to dinner?”

You pause and blink at him, “Like…on a date?”

“Yeah. Exactly like a date.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you smile at him, soft and slow, “I’d like that.”

Rex relaxes slightly, “Then I’ll pick you up at the clinic tonight.”

Your smile grows into a grin and you lean across the table, “I hope you know that asking me on a date will only make my family dislike you more.”

Rex leans across the table as well, there’s a glimmer of something in his gaze that you can’t quite place, “That sounds like a them problem, cyare.”

And you laugh.

[carefulfears]

oooooh please expand on this !!! i always wanna hear more about scully https://www.tumblr.com/waiting-for-the-day/720301741123551232/ykno-what-we-dont-talk-about-about-how-hard-txf

yesss

(the referenced post)

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the third hour of the series, squeeze is both the first monster-of-the-week and the first episode to establish the impact of the x-files on scully's life, offering her choice and the audience perspective.

opening on lunch with an old classmate, scully catches up with her peers and how they are progressing after the academy (marty is supervisory agent of foreign counter intelligence, tom is on the fast track in violent crimes...dana is "mrs. spooky" in the basement, having "close encounters of the third kind")

this first scene equates scully with mulder in more ways than a derogatory nickname; colton tells her about his tough case in violent crimes because he wants her to ask mulder.

this is a line that is walked throughout season one, as mulder is still thought of as "the best analyst in the violent crimes division," despite having left the VCU two years earlier. often, the FBI will need his input on a case, while still disregarding and disrespecting him, and we can see this extended to scully here.

"if you don't mind some overtime, you're welcome to come aboard with us, on this. that is if you don't mind working in an area that's a bit more down-to-earth."

having been invited onto colton's case, scully writes up a profile (that ends up being exactly correct, and ultimately catching the killer, even though mulder doesn't agree with her position) and presents her findings.

when a stake-out is planned based on her work, colton's superior in the VCU tells her that she is "welcome to come," reluctantly inviting her to her own plan.

throughout the episode, scully does her best to present herself as capable and professional, but mulder doesn't make things easy for her; he constantly leans into every joke made about him, negating his own authority and playing into the degrading public opinion, something that scully has never seen.

she knows that there is more to the x-files, and more to mulder, than little green men- but that's a kind of vulnerability that's been exposed to her, and her only.

and the more that she aligns herself with mulder, the more the wavering stand she has in the FBI's "boy's club" falters.

2/

contrasted with the begrudging inclusion of the men climbing the ladder, squeeze showcases mulder in the supportive role, instantly adjusting his theories and profile to incorporate scully's input. which he does without taking the lead.

and he takes the time to tell her that if she wants to work with colton, he understands and respects that; directly contrasting the VCU's constant disdain for scully's work on the x-files.

this is something that he stops her to say immediately after hearing colton's line, "you said mulder was out there, that guy's insane." (which was not only demeaning, but implied that scully had been belittling mulder behind his back, which isn't true)

later, he casually says that they need to catch tooms quickly, because in 30 years when he comes out again, scully will be "head of the bureau."

he not only assumes that she won't be working with him for long, but that she'll be successful in her own career, climbing the ladder to the very top; a foregone conclusion.

(this is something that he laments 25 years later, in season 11's nothing lasts forever, when he admits that he imagines a world where she had walked out of that office, and been "kersh's boss at the FBI")

squeeze also brings back the height difference reversal that is so meaningful in the pilot, and throughout the series.

mulder is 10 inches taller than scully, and often will intentionally lower himself beneath her. especially in vulnerable or emotional situations.

i love love love these tags from iconicscullyoutfits on this scene:

"feels like other men would stand up instinctively to be on the same level as her. especially in squeeze which was all about her being belittled by other men and struggling for equal footing in the boys club of the fbi. she comes down to mulder and she's big like him."

3/

when i talk about squeeze as being the most important episode to understanding scully's motivation, i mean this moment here.

at the scene of the fourth murder, colton won't let mulder enter, and when scully threatens to report him, he asks: whose side are you on?

her answer, that she is on the side of the victim, encapsulates everything that drives her dedication and devotion from the beginning.

this show, and this partnership, is based in shared values rather than shared belief; that's what makes it work.

scully wants to be on the side of the victim, to be helping those that need it, and she's quickly realizing that this isn't how you thrive in the federal government. that despite how much she "believed in her country" when she left medicine for the FBI, this isn't what the federal government does, or prioritizes.

however, it is what mulder does, and she's learning that too.

the side of the victim and the side of law enforcement are not the same, and mulder knows that already, has already given up the respect and acclaim of climbing the ladder. he's on the side of the victim to the "point of insanity," to the point of abandoning reputation.

this is what scully gives her life over to, this is where she finds the work that she left medicine to pursue.

and ultimately, she severs her ties with the outside world.

the next time that colton makes a mean comment about mulder, she tells him that he can keep climbing the ladder, but she hopes he falls.

the thing is, scully doesn't need to be associated with mulder to be looked down upon by her peers. she would be regardless, by nature of being a woman in a male-dominated profession.

but she could cleave to authority, continue trying to fit in and climb the ladder. she chooses not to, to go where aligned with her convictions, and where she's respected; even when it means sacrificing a seat at the table.

and in the end, they walk off side-by-side (he follows her).

[m4g0rtz]

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OMG It's been a YEAR!!!!!!!

🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉

A year of daily nail polish posts. How is that even possible??? 😱 I set out a year ago to photograph and post my daily manicures cause chronic illness sucks and finding joy where you can is important. And now here we are a year later. Btw here is what a years worth of nail polishes look like in case you were curious:

359 manicure posts. Endless bottles of top coat, base coat, and peely base coat. (I wish I'd kept better track of it, but my best guess is at least 18 bottles of each cause I went through about 1.5 bottles of top coat, base coat, and peely base per month. Plus at least 5 bottles of matte topcoat for an estimated total of 59 bottles of everything. 🤯) Hours and hours taking and editing pictures and videos. And a whole bunch of new Tumblr friends that I've made along the way. 🥰

I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all. If you interacted with my posts regularly you're why I made it all the way to a year. Thank you so much @l0vegl0wsinthedark @phdmama @comaraudery @muddyclump @getawayfox @lesmotsdemoi @vmcgmidlifecrisis @caroll-in @xx-thedarklord-xx @lqtraintracks @unfiltered-alice-liddle @taigasrandomshit @fayerye @shealwaysreads. I tried to tag more, but Tumblr wouldn't let me. 😭 Honestly though, every person who liked my posts on an even semi regular basis: I recognized your icons and smiled every time I saw you in my notes. I do have to give a special shout-out to @julcheninred for not only cheering me along the whole way but also for convincing me to start doing this in the first place. Sending you every barnyard noise on Old McDonald's farm! ♥️🦖♥️🐄♥️🐖♥️🐑♥️🦆♥️🐎♥️

Moving forward I think I am going to change things up JUST a bit. I still plan on making a post every time I paint my nails, which will be most days (cause I still have a TON of untried polishes 😅👀), but I'm going to be less strict about trying to post EVERY day. I'm hoping that this will give me more chances to do nail art, which is something that is hard to do and then take off a day later. I'd also enjoy keeping a polish on for more than a day if it's one I really love. 😂 This will also help with those days where my chronic illness is kicking my butt and I need a day to rest.

Thank you all again. You don't know how much doing this has helped me get through this past year. Looking forward to sharing even more manicures with you in the year to come! 💖💖💖

[hoe4fiction]

One Piece x Black Butler crossover (?)

A/N: I have not written on tumblr in ages and thought it was time to start again. This is inspired by this weird dream I had recently; I just really needed to write it down. I have been trying to catch up on One Piece - just finished Water 7 and Enies Lobby- and I also fucking love Black Butler, so I suppose that is what triggered this fever dream. It's 2nd pers POV and total trash but wtv. English is not my first language.

Tags: all platonic, fluff, angst (there's a natural disaster happening in the background), OC ig?

Buckle up it's gonna be confusing as hell.

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Years away in a distant future or just a fucked up different dimension, in a skyscraper-filled city, you're chillin on the couch in your apartment at the very top of a huge building. It's a beautiful morning, the sun is shining and people go about their day unbothered. You're relaxing on the couch watching your favourite show, your mom is cooking some chicken in the open space kitchen, your dad's working on his laptop at the dining table and your younger sister is probably texting her friends. At your feet lays a beautiful black cat, Salem, he's napping comfortably, while your other cat Shaggy - an orange tabby looking like he just got struck by lightning - is trying and failing miserably to distract your mom so he could steal some cut-up chicken. Cuddling into you is Oscar, a grey Irish wolfhound who thinks he's still small enough to climb into your lap.

Suddenly, an emergency broadcast takes over the TV. A reporter in a grey suit is standing in front of a map of the city. "To all citizens, we have gotten reports of a massive influx of water coming from the nearby islands. Powerful waves the size of skyscrapers and huge floods are expected to hit the city this afternoon. We advise all citizens to evacuate immediately to the station port. Stay safe!"

Hurriedly, you get the cats in their carrier, get Oscar's leash and start packing. Just throwing whatever clothes you think you'll need in a suitcase, stuffing another one with books and mangas and taking a small backpack with snacks. With your family, you make your way outside to the rooftop where a car on a rollercoaster track awaits you. After many twists and turns through the city, finally arriving at the station, you meet with your best friend. They're alone, only their adorable golden retriever by their side. As a train station employee takes all your bags, you notice you're suddenly also alone with only your pets. People are embarking on the sea train, an old late Victorian-looking model that can also travel on water. How that is possible, you do not question it.

As you get on, your friend notices that you have next-door compartments. They offer to take the cats and enter their cabin. As you make your way to yours, you notice that Oscar is getting excited, like he can sense someone familiar inside the 6-seater cabin. He looks adorable tippy tapping in front of the door, his tail wagging happily. Smiling, you take off his leash and open the compartment door. Was it your family your dog was so happy to see? Nope. Inside the compartment, opposite each other next to the window, there sits on your left, Sebastian in his usual butler fit and on your right Ciel Phantomhive in a dark blue suit (you know the one). Oscar rushes in and basically throws himself at Sebastian, excitedly slobbering his face in saliva. Sebastian looks distraught and gently tries to get the dog to settle down. Ciel just seems bored out of his mind. You greet them and get Oscar out of the demon's face. He just turns around and tries to nuzzle his little nose into Ciel's legs begging for pats. Begrudgingly, Ciel accepts his fate. You put away your backpack and settle next to Sebastian, while casually having a conversation with the duo. Something about how things have been lately, about Ciel's business, and whatever crazy cases they have had since you last saw them. By now, Oscar has settled down at Ciel's legs and is napping peacefully.

There is a knock on the door and it opens to a giggly Undertaker in a long coat and his silly-looking hat. He's carrying a small leather bag. After greeting each other, he sits down on Ciel's side next to the door and takes off his hat. Sebastian jokes about him potentially packing zombies again. There's another giggle from Undertaker.

In the next-door compartment, your friend is in quite a predicament. They're sitting at the window minding their own business just crocheting some blanket. In front of them, Nami is trying to enjoy a good book while Luffy snacks and rambles on about some weird bug he found earlier. Zoro is sitting next to his captain napping and Sanji is trying to flirt with your friend. It's actually quite pathetic really cuz you're friend is not even listening, they have earphones in. Poor boy.

--time-skip--

Back in your compartment, Ciel has laid down on the bench trying to get some sleep, Sebastian is staring out the window, while you and Undertaker chat and braid each other's hair.

In your friend's compartment, Luffy has finally fallen asleep, and Nami is still trying to enjoy her book. Your friend is also asleep. Shaggy (the orange cat) is lazying about inside their carrier. Salem is discreetly trying to get the cage door open.

--another time-skip--

Rain started pouring outside. The train is steadily approaching the port where it's gonna switch to travelling on water for the last half of the journey. You have fallen asleep, head in Sebastian's lap as he is absentmindedly playing with your hair (very out of character of him lol). The Undertaker moved back to his spot and is hunched over with his head on the wall next to the door snoozing away.

The train rattles for a second. As a result, Sanji accidentally kicks Zoro awake and they start fighting. Salem has managed to get out of the cage and has made his way out of the compartment without being noticed (smart af cat). He climbs next to you and just threateningly stares at Sebastian. The cat's eyes get this weird glint for a second, Sebastian's eyes shining red in retaliation. Then the cat just casually nuzzles next to your head.

Shouting from the other cabin wakes you up. There's a loud crash in the hall and Salem slips away and climbs on Undertaker's lap to continue their nap. The door opens to a red-faced Sanji and a disgruntled Zoro. "Nami kicked us out..." Sanji introduces himself and Zoro to the butler and sits down next to you. Zoro grumbles annoyed and goes to enter the cabin but gets stuck in the doorway because of his swords. After fumbling about for like a good minute, he eventually sits across from you in between a now sleeping sitting-up Ciel and a cat-cuddling Undertaker. He mumbles something and goes back to his nap. Sanji curses him softly in French and then moves his attention to you and the others. He pulls out his cigarette and lighter. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is it ok if I smoke here?" Sebastian goes to answer but you beat him to it. "No actually. Sorry. The kid's got asthma." Sanji nods and puts away his cigarette. Casual conversation ensues.

--time-skip--

Officially having begun travelling on the ocean, everyone decides to stretch their legs a bit and move to the dining car for some lunch. The storm has picked up outside. Everyone sits at this huge booth next to the window, Luffy stuffing his face as usual, Zoro and Nami sharing a drink and the Black Butler trio sipping some tea. It's quite a weird scene. Seeing 2 people dressed in normal everyday clothes, 4 pirates and 3 Victorian gentlemen. Despite the weirdness, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Outside, in the distance, you spot the Sunny sailing in the same direction.

Out of nowhere, there is a loud boom. The car rocks violently and lights start flickering. Everything goes black...

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And that's when I woke up...

This was probably one of the weirdest but also most vivid of my dreams as of late. If you got through to the end, thank you for reading this nonsensical wild ride. Who knows, maybe this whole thing will get me to start actually writing again.

Stay safe out there!

[readingandwritingandreading]

Long Time Coming ~ Part 8

My Blurb: *Mandatory wording about how sorry I am that this took to long* :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. You own nothing, I don’t give anyone permission to post this anywhere. 

Summary: Bucky had waited a long time to find an Omega. When Pepper introduces the team to her new assistant he knows shes the one.

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes X OFC Omega Carina Rivera

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Sex, fingering, oral, biting/marking.

Status: In Progress

Tagging: @snarkandsarcasmftw  @pioched​  @littlemissthistle @pizgloria @briefdreamcloud

Read First: Long Time Coming Masterlist

Also Check Out: Main Masterlist

“If it isn’t the two love birds.” Tony’s voice caused Carina to spring out of Bucky’s embrace as he strolled into the office. “Also, are you two thinking of condensing space? Pepper told me not to say anything but I have a new recruit who could take that apartment if you moved in with One Armed Wonder, here. Unless you're having second thoughts, in which case I can get you into some witness protection or something, blink twice if he's smothering you.” 

“What? No, I’m not, he’s not…” Carina stuttered, looking frantically between the two men before Bucky placed a hand on her arm and pulled her back to him. 

“Stark is just trying to rile me up sweetheart. Ignore him. I should get to the briefing though. I’ll see you later?” Bucky asked, shifting until he was between her and Tony, blocking him from view and recapturing her attention. Tony rolled his eyes and continued into Piper’s office.

Bucky and Carina had rarely been seen apart in the two weeks since the attack. If Bucky wasn’t training or on a mission, he was laying on the couch in the waiting room reading while Carina continued her job with Piper. He didn’t like leaving her alone, which was fine with Carina, because she didn’t want to be alone. She’d had more than one nightmare about Brock’s hands around her neck and was immensely grateful to be woken up by Bucky’s scent and gentle touches as he soothed her back to sleep in the comfort of his arms. 

“Ya, of course. I’ll be there to see you off.” Carina pressed her lips to his for a brief moment before her phone rang. Answering it she waved to Bucky as he left. They were heading out on a mission to track down a rumored Hydra sleeper cell that was still small but growing. The night before Bucky had expressed his frustration that no matter how many hideouts and cells they destroyed, there always seemed to be more. 

Carina had tried to distract him with a kiss that promised more but Bucky had simply smiled before tucking her into him and proceeding to pass out. Carina huffed, thinking of it now as she set up an appointment for the possible new investor on the phone. 

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“I don’t know Wanda, he doesn’t want to make a move.” Carina pouted, moving to grab another piece of pizza from the box. 

Wanda refilled their wine as she replied, “And you’ve told him you’re ready for the next step?” 

“Well… I have been dropping really good hints.” Carina busied herself picking the fuzz off of her leggings to avoid Wanda’s raised eyebrow. “What?” she finally conceded when Wanda kept staring at her. 

“You were assaulted, Carina. He’s not going to make a move until he is 100% sure that’s what you want.” she sighed, turning to face her on the couch fully. “Look, I try not to dig into people’s thoughts and feelings. But sometimes the really strong ones are impossible to ignore. Carina, Bucky loves you, he’s yours for the taking.”

Carina nodded while chewing on her thumbnail, rolling her eyes and grinning when Wanda raised another eyebrow at her. 

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Bucky groaned as he collapsed into the seat beside Steve on the quinjet. “You ever think we’re getting too old for this?”

Steve laughed in response, leaning his head back against the wall. “Well we are almost a century older than these pups.” 

“We should talk to Pepper about our retirement plans.” Bucky grinned in response. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes. 

“Speaking of settling down Barnes…” Natasha appeared in front of them, looking like they hadn’t just been ambushed by over a hundred men. “When are you and Carina making things official?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, the question had been tearing at him the last couple weeks. He wanted Carina, badly. Keeping himself from taking things past kissing and cuddling was taking all the restraint he had some days. They had said the words but everytime they were on the brink, something came up. “She was assaulted Nat, she needs time to recover.” 

“Does she still? Or does she need to be reassured that you still want her?” she grinned when Bucky looked insulted before standing up and walking to the front of the jet. 

“I want her Steve…” he trailed off. “But she’s innocent, I don’t want to hurt her.” He huffed, turning a pleading gaze to his best friend. 

Steve’s face turned wistful, staring off as if he was remembering something from the past. “Don’t make the same mistake I did Bucky. I never got the chance with Peggy and I regret it everyday. She made me feel like Carina makes you feel. If I had even the slightest chance of going back and making her mine, I would do it.” His eyes refocus and he claps Bucky on the back, standing when Natasha lets them know they would be landing at the compound in 5 minutes. 

Bucky is the first one at the ramp when it’s lowered, smiling at the sight of Carina standing next to Piper and Wanda just off the landing pad. She looks radiant in a halter top maxi dress, the blowing wind revealing a slit on one side that flashes him a glimpse of her legs. 

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Carina takes a deep breath when she hears the shower turn off. She was ready, she wanted this, she wanted Bucky to be hers. She smiled at him when he exited his bedroom clad in a pair of sweats and a tank top, rubbing a towel through his hair. Here goes. “Bucky? Have you thought about…taking this further?” He’s frozen staring at her and she swallows before continuing. “I thought we were planning on it, and I know I was hurt but that was weeks ago and now I…” 

“I never stop thinking about it.” His bold statement cuts off her chatter. He approaches her tentatively, stopping short of touching her. His hands clenching at his sides “I didn’t want to push you. You were injured and you’ve never done this.” 

Her cheeks heat up and she looks down, “How do you know that?” 

His hand reaches out, gently pushing her chin up so he can look her in the eyes. “Your scent, it’s too pure. You smell like fresh baked cookies and warm bread. The moment I caught that scent I was hooked, I knew you were it for me.” 

“Bucky.” His name is soft on her lips.

He doesn’t waste any time pulling her into his arms and pouring all of his love and emotion into a breathtaking kiss. Her hands immediately found their way under his shirt, pulling a groan from him when she lightly ran her nails up over his abs so she could pull his shirt off.

Walking them backwards until they hit the wall Bucky pulled the string holding the top of her dress up exposing her breasts to him. A whimper escaped her when his mouth captured one of the hardened peaks and his calloused hand palmed the other one. Her whimpers became a moan when he pulled back to pull on the other strings holding her dress. 

“Bucky!” her shocked cry made him grin when he growled and tore the dress to shreds, tossing the pieces behind him. 

“I’ll buy you a million more, but anything between me and this beautiful body is going to take some casualties.” He panted, letting his eyes run over her form. 

“Bucky, please.” Carina whispered, biting her lip as she rubbed her thighs together.

With a groan, he soothes it with his mouth on hers again before bending, grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up his body. He smiles at her sharp gasp when she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing her core into contact with the erection that was straining against his sweats. 

Walking into the bedroom he places her gently on the bed, following her down, catching her lips again before backing up and pulling off his pants and boxers grinning at her quick inhale when his erection is freed and bobs towards his stomach. 

Crawling back onto the bed he hovers over her, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss before beginning a slow descent down her body. Peppering kisses down her neck and across her collarbone before pausing to nip each nipple. Grinning against her skin when she jumps at the sensation before continuing down her stomach. She whimpers slightly when he skips down to her ankles, then begins to press kisses up her leg. She lets out a small gasp when he gently licks once across her clit before continuing down her other leg to her ankle. 

Releasing her ankle, he spreads her legs, eyes locked on hers as his mouth descends to her core. Her gasp turns into a moan as his tongue flicks over her clit and he slides one finger  inside. He groans against her flesh when he feels her wetness and slowly slides another finger in, his tongue continuing the assault on her clit. 

Her hands shoot to his hair and she pulls on the strands. “Bucky please, please” her pants are barely a whisper and he smiles up at her. 

“Gotta make sure you’re ready doll. Don’t want to hurt you.” He swipes his tongue the entire length of her slit and groans. “You taste as good as you smell.” 

Her breaths turn to pants as his fingers pick up speed and he sucks on her clit. His name is a chant from her lips as her back bows and an orgasm crashes over her. Bucky helps her ride it out before pressing another kiss to her clit. 

He crawls up her body until his arms are bracketed on either side of her head and she pulls him down into a kiss. “Make me yours Bucky, in every way.” she whispers, pulling back to look into his eyes, hoping he can see how much she means it.

“It feels like I've waited a hundred lifetimes for this.” he says, palming his erection. 

“Don’t wait any longer.” Carina grins, shimmying her hips at him. 

Bucky enters her slowly, savoring the whimper as she stretches around him. Stopping when he feels her tense beneath him. “Are you alright?”

Carina bites her lip and nods. “Ya…just go slow?” 

Bucky nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead before continuing achingly slowly. By the time his hips meet hers, his arms are nearly shaking from the restraint required to not plunge himself into her tight heat.

Carina breathes deeply, almost overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness. She bucks her hips experimentally and they both groan as pleasure washes over them. 

“Sweetheart you can’t do that and expect me to hold still” Bucky grits out. She bucks again, giving Bucky a mischievous grin. Taking that as permission, he pulls out part way and then thrusts back in. His pace starts out gentle but increases as they both give in to the yearning. 

Writhing under him, Carina’s moans urge him onwards until they are both close to their peak. “Bucky, I'm…”

“I know baby, I'm with you. Doing so good little Omega.” Bucky soothes and Carina instinctively  turns her head to the side, baring her mating gland to him. The small growl is the only warning he gives her before he sinks his teeth into her. 

White hot pleasure shoots through Carina as her climax hits and their bond snaps into place. She feels Bucky come seconds later, roaring her name. It feels like ages before her breathing returns to normal. Bucky is laying half on her and she turns her head to look at him, wincing as it pulls on the bite. 

“It should heal quickly.” Bucky smiles at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. 

“I’m yours now.” Carina says softly as she lightly touches his mark.

Bucky shakes his head and presses a kiss to her forehead and his voice is thick. “No baby, I'm yours.”

[lucky-clover-gazette]

captive prince book 1 highlights & annotations

chapter 11

indented text is from the book. some quotes have commentary, some do not. some comments are serious, and some are definitely not. most of them will only make sense to people who have read the series. and, like, there are spoilers. so please read the books first if you're interested!

also: part of the reason i'm doing such a close reading is to study cs pacat's style, especially in terms of how she does romance and erotica. there are "craft notes" that might seem weird, like i'm being redundant or restating something rather than analyzing, but those are more things that i want to remember/take away from the writing!

i'm going to tag these longer posts with "sam reads capri" in case anyone wants to read them all at once.

this is a google doc i wrote with overall content warnings for the captive prince series. it's not perfect, but i do think it's important to include.

‘Why not?’ Nicaise said. He looked past Damen towards Laurent’s chamber. ‘What happened? Is he all right?’

context: nicaise was coming to warn laurent.

More silence. There was obviously something on Nicaise’s mind, and he wouldn’t leave until he said it. Eventually: ‘Don’t tell him I came.’

context: ow

‘You can tell the Prince that,’ said Damen, ‘after you tell him you let through the Regent’s pet.’ That got a flicker of reaction. Invoking Laurent’s bad mood was like a magical key, unlocking the most forbidding doors.

pretty sure that’s invoking the regent, not laurent

He had somehow expected to see the quilted covering, darkened by sweat or blood—some sign of what had happened—but there was nothing. He looked up at the place where Laurent had stood and watched him.There was no reason to have laced Laurent’s drink with that particular drug if the intent had been only to incapacitate. Rape, therefore, was to have preceded murder.

even in the place where laurent tortured him, damen has a moment of concern for him. but still he goes, which i think is the right call, given the information damen currently has. laurent hasn’t yet proven himself trustworthy to damen or a first-time reader. and independent from laurent, damen has his own character arc that requires an escape attempt for its development. 

In a court like this, Laurent could simply summon a pet to help relieve him of his difficulties.

damen you know he wouldn’t. stop lying to yourself and own the fact that you’re abandoning him while he’s vulnerable

He was thankful that the men on the palace rooves were gone, and the patrols were not yet out. The patrols were out. What rankled the most was that Laurent had been right.

more than being recaptured? yeah that tracks

‘Move and die,’ said the soldier in charge. Which was an apt summary.

Jord said, ‘The Prince is before the Council. Your orders are an hour old. Kill the slave, and you’ll be the next one with your head on the block.’

context: laurent knew that he (as in laurent) was right, and that damen would get caught. he has everything to gain from throwing damen under the bus, using this escape attempt as a means to recapture the court’s favor. but despite what damen thinks, laurent has a personal code of honor—and perhaps even more pressingly, a strong resistance to owing his brother’s killer any favors.

‘If he doesn’t lie with you, what was he doing in your private space so late at night?’

can’t two friends just vibe

‘Taken advantage of my innocence,’ said Laurent.

fuck, the context of this being implied by the regent…

‘Yesterday I brutalised him. Today I am swooning into his arms. I would prefer the charges against me to be consistent. Pick one.’ ‘I don’t need to pick one, nephew, you have a full range of vices, and inconsistency is the cap.’ ‘Yes, apparently I have fucked my enemy, conspired against my future interests, and colluded in my own murder. I can’t wait to see what feats I will perform next.’ It was only by looking at the councillors that you could see that this interview had been going on a long time. Older men, dragged out of their beds, they were all showing signs of weariness.

vere, land of yapping. and patriarchy! 

‘This defence of the slave bothers me. It isn’t like you. It speaks to an uncharacteristic attachment.’

context: regent does not want laurent to have allies. also, it will discredit laurent in the eyes of veritians if he is perceived as attached to their enemy

‘No one,’ said Laurent, ‘has more reason to oppose Akielos than I have. If Kastor’s gift slave had attacked me, it would be grounds for war. I would be overjoyed. I stand here for one reason only: the truth. You have heard it. I will not argue further. The slave is innocent or he is guilty. Decide.’

reverse card: laurent’s protection of damen proves damen’s innocence and laurent’s integrity, because laurent has every reason to hate him.

‘I,’ said Laurent.

genuinely blindsided. he knows the campaign is a death sentence

‘There. It is done. Come,’ said the Regent to Laurent, extending his right hand. On the smallest finger was his ring of office, gold, capped with a red stone: ruby, or garnet. Laurent came forward, and knelt before him gracefully, a single kneecap to the floor. ‘Kiss it,’ said the Regent, and Laurent lowered his head in obedience to kiss his uncle’s signet ring. His body language was calm and respectful; the fall of his golden hair hid his expression. His lips touched the hard red kernel of the gem without haste, then parted from it. He did not rise. The Regent gazed down at him. After a moment, Damen saw the Regent’s hand lift again to rest in Laurent’s hair and stroke it with slow, familiar affection. Laurent remained quite still, head bowed, as strands of fine gold were pushed back from his face by the Regent’s heavy, ringed fingers. ‘Laurent. Why must you always defy me? I hate it when we are at odds, yet you force me to chastise you. You seem determined to wreck everything in your path. Blessed with gifts, you squander them. Given opportunities, you waste them. I hate to see you grown up like this,’ said the Regent, ‘when you were such a lovely boy.’

horrific parallel to some of laurent and damen’s earliest interactions—“come here,” the kneeling, “kiss it.” they’re both captive princes.

also, that last line. fuck. chills. this is where i knew about the regent’s abuse, for sure, although i had suspected before. 

[xmissrogersx]

“Love Story” | Din Djarin

tags | din djarin x female reader. Fluff. Commander brown eyes. Rescue grogu.

a note from me | this scene lives in my mind 24/7

My writing is entirely my own. Any adaptation and/or copy is forbidden.

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-Taking it off is better.

I closed my eyes mentally counting to 10 and praying Din wouldn't kill Mayfeld.

-Concentrate on the road, will you? —I exclaimed for him to finish at once, he nodded in surprise at my outburst and didn't utter another word.

I felt a caress on my hand from the Mandalorian thanking me for what I had said.

We made it to the base successfully despite the disturbances on the way. We were greeted with applause and praise, which delighted Mayfeld, as Din held me by my waist to help me down.

-I still can't believe you're wearing that. I never imagined I'd say this but I miss the beskar on you, but I'll always prefer what's underneath —I whispered, to which he intensified his grip.

-Don't test me, mesh'la.

I laughed softly and we headed for the terminal.

-There must be one in the mess hall.

The convict headed for the room, only to stop dead in his tracks and come back to us.

-I can't do it —he said, slightly frightened.

-Why not? —Din exclaimed.

-It's Valin Hess, my old boss. I was doing field work, but I won't risk him recognizing me. The operation is cancelled.

-If you don't do it, she and I will lose the child forever...

-I'm sorry, I'm not going to do it.

-Give him to me.

-You can't. The network is enabled with facial recognition. Let's go.

-I'll do it —I exclaimed grabbing the device, to which it was quickly snatched away from me by a pair of gloved hands I knew.

-No, I will do it. I won't let you do this.

-At least let me cover for you —I said, begging him. He nodded unconvinced.

We entered the room at a distance. I kept in the spotlight at the entrance, trying to glimpse possible exits in case I needed them. I just wanted to get out of there and rescue my little Grogu.

But suddenly the sounds of the world had gone silent and I felt myself holding my breath in my chest: I watched as my Mandalorian removed his helmet quickly, to use the facial scan on the terminal.

Of course Din Djarin would have brown curls. I knew from the countless number of times I had felt them, even without seeing him to maintain the safety of his creed, I knew he had beautiful hair.

-Trooper —I heard from the side, making me jump in fear. It was Valin, who was approaching me.-Tell me your designation.

-Transport —said Din in his unmodulated voice.

-And your TK number?

-Number TK-593, sir. It's my commander —said Mayfeld. -You'll have to talk to him a little louder, his ship lost pressure at Taanab.

-What's your name, officer? -he exclaimed, raising his voice.

-We call you Commander Brown Eyes, don't we? -to which the three of us nodded.

He turned to me, and smiled in a way that sent shivers down my spine.

-What's yours, beautiful? -I mentally counted to a million so as not to wipe the smile off his face. I quickly thought of the scent of my favorite perfume, so I took the easy way out.

-Yasmin, sir. I really like the uniforms —I batted my eyelashes, hoping he'd buy it. The idiot smiled again.

-Let's have a drink, brown eyes —he walked to the table next to Mayfeld, to which we followed behind them. I felt Din put his hand on my lower back, reassuring me.

-I'm going to get something real to celebrate his triumph —he walked away from the table.

I looked to my left and crossed eyes with Din, who looked really paralyzed. According to him, the world was watching his face, but especially one of the 2 people that made up his was doing it. I caressed his hand, for even though he was wearing the glove I wanted to convey the love I had.

-You are very beautiful, Din Djarin. I always knew you were, but most of all I admire how brave you are —I said so that only he could hear me.

-You give me that courage, cyar'ika. I'm sorry to put you through this.

-Why do you say that? —I frowned.

-I didn't promise you this, to be on the edge of danger all the time, it's my fault that the child…

-Sh, don't say that —I put my hand on his lips, to which he closed his eyes wanting to absorb my touch.-You saved me, Din. Running away from that hell was the best decision I made so far. Rather, that you will rescue me. My brave and strong Mandalorian.

He laughed softly at the nickname I used to call him. Unfortunately the moment was interrupted by the sound of Valin's footsteps approaching.

-Very well, now tell me, what shall we drink to? to the empire? Cheers, success? I don't want to sound original —he exclaimed, laughing.-Where are you from, brown eyes?

Din looked at him not knowing what to answer.

-How about Operation Ash? -said Mayfeld, returning to Hess' focus.

The next few minutes I felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest. Mayfeld began to cross words with Valin, disturbing the atmosphere.

-It was for the common good, son.

Suddenly, he raised his glass in a toast, to which our colleague shot him with his blaster.

We looked at him speechless. He started shooting at the rest of the people in the room.

-You did what you had to do. I never saw your face —he extended the Trooper helmet to Din, who turned to me to put our foreheads together for a few seconds before covering his face.

Finally, after what was one of the most dangerous escapes we had ever experienced, we were on our way to rescue Grogu. As I watched the vastness of space through the small opening of Boba's ship, I felt arms around my waist, making me turn to face him.

-When this is over, we'll go to Sorgan and take a break. I promise, cyare.

-I go where you go, Din. Grogu,and all of us are my home.

-Us? -he asked confused. Dan Farrik, shit, I didn't measure the words I had said.

I closed my eyes briefly and looked up at his visor again.

-I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you this time, but everything happened so fast...

-Are you pregnant? —he exclaimed almost in a whisper. I nodded with small tears on my face.

Next, Din raised his hands to his helmet to remove it. At the sight of his beautiful face, along with his crystallized brown orbs, my cheeks instantly became soaked.

He rested his gloved hand on my slightly bulging belly, which he had concealed. He knelt down to my knees, placing a kiss on it.

A clan of four.

[arcanaeventhub]

🔮 🐍  ASRA WEEK 2023 💜💜💖

HELLO ASRA LOVERS, AND WELCOME TO OUR 3RD YEAR OF ASRA WEEK! GET READY FOR #asraweek2023

🦊 THEMES

Day 1 (June 13): Happy Birthday, Asra & Faust! Or a Free Day, for you to do whatever you want in celebration of our fave magician and his familiar!

Day 2 (June 14): My Secrets / Our Memories

Day 3 (June 15): A Farewell / Home Again

Day 4 (June 16): Grand Adventure / Daily Life

Day 5 (June 17): In Loss / In Love

Day 6 (June 18): Something Old / Something New

Day 7 (June 19:) The Magician / The Lovers

🦊 FAQ

What's Asra Week 2023?

Asra Week is a fan event celebrating the birthday of our fave magician! Basically, it's just an event for fun to create fanworks and celebrate Asra's birthday

For the entire event, we release a new theme each day! We also share any and all fanworks made for the event!

This year, we're doing something a lil different & kicking off Asra Week with a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our favorite magician and familiar 💜💜

(Here is the tag for Asra Week 2021 and 2022 for the curious!)

Who can participate?

Do you love Asra? Do you want to join? Congrats, you are 100% eligible for this event!

What content is allowed?

Just about anything really. Fanart, fanfiction, fan edits, mood boards, whatever you  want, as long as it includes Asra in some way! The rule is to have fun and enjoy yourself

Mature content too?

Spicy/adult content and content with dark or otherwise heavy themes are certainly allowed! Don’t forget to put warnings, and the reblogs will be tagged appropriately too

However, if it’s not allowable within Tumblr guidelines, please provide content warnings and include an offsite link to the full content (ie links to Twitter, etc, wherever you're posting)

Sneak peeks & previews are optional!

Can my content include Asra interacting with my apprentice? With other characters?

Yes and yes! You can have Asra interacting with any number of the Arcana cast or your own OCs in your works.

Just don’t forget any content warnings if they’re applicable

Can I still participate if I’m late/do themes on different days?

Of course! The themes and dates are more of a suggestion to help spark inspiration. Don’t feel restricted by them, and definitely no worries on being late.

The blog will still continue to reblog and share Asra Week content even after the event is over

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Yes! The hashtag is #asraweek2023, which will be tracked and all content will be shared here on ArcanaEventHub

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I’m still confused/ I still have more questions!

Please direct any other questions to our inbox for further clarification. Anon is on, so don’t be shy :)

Hope to see yall for Asra week~ 🐍💖

[arcanistsanctum]

Hi! i apologize if you're already working on it, but it appears you are missing Kakania? (which is ironic, given the pfp lol) or maybe she's mistagged? Either way, thanks for the archiving!! o7

I'm assuming you mean her CN sprites. Yes, they're not posted yet. They're on queue and should be posted this week, Wednesday/Thursday depending on your timezone.

However, there are posts tagged Kakania. You should be able to find stickers and illustrations of her already posted. (´･ω･`)?

So, a little fun fact about the pfp of this blog: The old pfp was an icon of Madame Z because she was my favorite character in Reverse:1999. I changed it into Kakania's during the 1.7 version update because Kakania surpasses Madame Z for me. I still very much like Madame Z's character, but Kakania's personality and philosophies resonate with me so much that she's taking all my attention from now on.

I have yet posted her sprites because I normally queue sprites according to how they are posted in bilibili space (this includes garment sprites), or at least I try to keep it that way. I do this because it's easier for me to track which ones I've posted yet or not. I follow the same routine for other categories of R1999 media to be archived. Unless anybody requests specifically for them to be posted earlier, they'll stay queued. Lorelei's sprites, for example, are posted earlier because someone requested it. And, I only recently started queueing CN sprites after I gathered everyone's votes on whether to post them or not.

I'll insta-post Kakania's sprites right after responding to your ask, anonnie, in case that is the intention of your ask!

[team5ds]

warmed me to my core

it had been a normal day before yusei fudo crossed paths with aki izayoi.

Rating: M

Ships: Yusei Fudo/Aki Izayoi

Author’s note: written for the prompt of "vampire" for @sapphic-september. nearly accidentally tagged strange aeons. i don't think strange needs to see my weirdly horny sapphic faithshipping vampire au. there was supposed to be a sex scene in this but i had to cut it short because i ran out of time. the energy is still there though.

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For the most part, Aki tried her best to not leave the old chateau. She disliked the reminders that she was no longer part of the world of the living. It'd been hard to keep track of the years by this point - she'd stopped counting after twenty years and she'd lost track somewhere fifty years ago. They just flew by, and she decided it wasn't worth focusing on the time that would march unending. It'd never show on her face. Her face that she couldn't see in any mirror. She'd thrown covers over all of them in the old chateau. Her parents were buried in the backyard, and she'd never be laid to rest next to them. That wasn't worth dwelling on. She needed desperately to feed, and she had a friendly working relationship with the butcher just down the street. The street that had changed so much. When she'd first been turned, there had been no cars. Suddenly electric street lights had gone up, replacing the old gas ones of her youth. Shops closed and changed hands while she stayed the same. Women had rights that she'd not had when she'd turned. The people stopped asking when she'd get married and started asking about her career.

As far as anyone knew, Aki Izayoi was the granddaughter of the Aki Izayoi that had mysteriously disappeared so many years ago. She claimed she'd moved back, that her mother had left with her. That she'd heard that her grandmother had passed, leaving her the old chateau. No one questioned the story, but she wondered how long until it was obvious to the humans that she wasn't aging. She didn't want to let go of the old chateau, but people would eventually notice that she wasn't aging. The clothing she wore now would have given her father a heart attack from how scantily clad it was. Well, everything was still covered just... her calves were on display now. If she could still blush, might've over the dresses that were considered fashionable these days.

Before she could get to the butcher's, she was pushed against the alley wall with a knife pressed to her throat. Aki gasped in shock - normally she could easily overpower a human but this was not the case here. A young woman with a shabby jet black hair cut and eyes so blue they were almost violet was staring her down with malice. "Don't you dare move," she hissed. "I know what you are, and I'm not going to let you hurt anyone."

"Hurt," Aki questioned, and her breathing ceased. Breathing had always been more of a reflex, but when needed... she could still herself including any chest expansion that came with breathing. "Now what could you be talking about?"

"Don't play innocent, vampire," the woman spat, the knife digging into Aki's flesh. It burned as if it'd been drenched in holy water... and it occurred to her just then that was probably the case. Vampire hunters weren't common, but they were certainly something to watch out for. Granted, the position she was in was unfavorable to her escape, and that was largely her own fault. She'd starved herself the brink of desperation. If she didn't desperately need blood, she wouldn't have even left the old chateau. "I've seen how you don't age. You claim that you're the granddaughter of Aki Izayoi. I suspect you are the original Aki Izayoi."

Aki laughed, and the blade slashed down her. She hissed in agony as the blade left a wound that healed over instantly - the quick healing betraying the lack of humanity. "What would you have done if I was human," she asked. Before Aki could move, the knife was back at her throat again. "If you had slashed open a human with your knife?"

The woman blinked in confusion. The thought that Aki could have been human had honestly never occurred to her. Everything about her seemed so obviously nonhuman that she had naturally assumed that the move was a surefire way of proving her point. "You look exactly like all the portraits of the first Aki Izayoi," she said, now uncertain what to do here. She expected the vampire to lash out and try to drain her. She had no road map for when a vampire acts this human. "That's how I knew you wouldn't bleed out on the street when I used this knife on you."

"And it is doused in holy water. Or perhaps you had it blessed by a priest. Either way, it is a useful weapon against a vampire." Aki smirked. "Now... don't you think it is unfair that you know my name, but I don't know your name? Surely a dying woman deserves to know the name of her executioner."

"Yusei," she said automatically, not pulling away the knife. This had to be some kind of trick on Aki's side, but she couldn't figure it out. It intrigued her enough to want to keep her alive just long enough to know what con she was pulling. Curiosity always did get the better of Yusei. "You rarely leave the chateau. I figured you had to be on the hunt for blood."

"I was," Aki admitted. "I was going to the butcher. I have a standing order of pig's blood from him. Granted... he knows my grandmother used to buy it from his grandfather. He assumed I inherited the same strange taste." Her lips twisted into a snarl, revealing the sharp canines. Yusei was surprised by the effect this had over her. "Unless you'd like to volunteer to be my blood bag for the night?"

Despite the exposed fangs, it didn't quite feel like a threat. No, it felt more like a flirtation, which Yusei was shocked by. What's more... she actively considered it. She evaluated the woman in her for the first time beyond a prey: soft pink lips with a cupid's bow, wide hazel eyes, porcelain pale skin, and wine red hair. And then Yusei was overcame with need. She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the vampire's lips - she was cold, but she warmed to the touched with ease. Aki's lips molded to hers, and there was a surprising amount of gentleness that she allowed. When Yusei finally pulled away, she raised a brow. "I've never had a vampire drink from me before," she said breathlessly. "What does it feel like?"

"The last time I had it happened to me... I was frozen at this age," Aki whispered, glancing around. "Perhaps this is a conversation best had after I pick up my standing order. Why don't you meet me at the old chateau? Unless you'd like to invite me into your home."

She winked, and Yusei shook her head. If she allowed the vampire access to her home for one night, she could enter whenever she'd like. As much as she was willing to let this vampire live due to the fact she seemed relatively harmless, it would be foolish to give a vampire unfettered access to one's personal domain. No matter how beautiful she was. "I'm not nearly that foolish. I'll meet you at the old chateau."

It was starting to sink in as she stared up at the old chateau that she might be a little foolish. The old chateau had stood in the city for centuries - a testament to the length of the city's life in itself. The facade had been updated in recent years at the request of Miss Izayoi, with a gardener who regularly maintained the lawns. Until now, Yusei had been under the impression that she'd used supernatural powers to obtain these services. It only just sunk in that a woman alive for at least a hundred years might acquire more money than one could in a singular lifetime of working. She was certain that in the next hundred years, Aki Izayoi might be more powerful than the richest man alive. That didn't matter right now, however. What mattered was that she was now heading into a vampire's den, and she'd followed the request of the vampire to arrive disarmed. The lack of weapons on her person left her feeling more naked than it really should.

She reached up to knock on the door, but the door opened before she even connected her fist to the wood. A well dressed man stood before her with a charming grin. "The lady of the house was expecting you," he said, bowing deeply to her. That felt weird, and she wanted to tell him to knock it off but all words left her mouth. "Please, come on in and make yourself at home. Miss Izayoi will be with you shortly. Tea?"

Yusei stared as she was led to the sitting room - a massive oversized room that she couldn't have imagined existing in her wildest dreams. She shook her head. "Er, no thanks," she said quietly. "And please, don't bow to me again."

With that, she was left alone in the living room. It looked like it hadn't been updated since 1859 - dark browns and rich vibrant reds everywhere. The only hint that things had changed was the chandelier overhead was electric instead of with candles. Yusei hadn't anticipated that there would be staff in this house, but it made sense as she thought about it. This house was too large to be maintained by a singular person. If there was other staff, she hadn't seen them. This was the kind of place that she could never imagine feeling comfortable in. Aki entered the room, and she'd changed out of the dress she'd met her in. Instead, she was wearing a dated dress that covered every inch of her skin in a deep blood red. Her hair was now twisted up. She looked more comfortable than she had walking the streets outside. "Why don't we take this to my room," she suggested. "I doubt either of us want to be overheard."

She was led through the chateau to Aki's room. The portraits on the walls felt like they were staring at her. It was obvious that none of these had changed since Aki had been turned into a vampire. Should she ask for more details about that? Was it possible that she could wind up accidentally turned tonight? She didn't know, and the fear ran down her spine. The room Aki led Yusei to had plum colored walls, with a white canopy covering a four poster bed. Once again, this room was in bad need of a renovation. Aki had turned around to stare her down, and yet... something had shifted. Yusei smirked. "Where shall we begin?"