#ALL THE NEBULAS WERE SO INVESTED

[theofficialuriel]

was trying to angst about orv but then I remembered that several gods and goddesses participated in shipwar culture

[errruvande]

WHAT WE DO IN THE TOILET

Pairing: Thanos (Choi Su-Bong) x Fem!Reader

Summery: what if you stumbled upon your fucking ex boyfriend in a squid game toilet?

Triggers: SMUT, oral (both receiving), fingering, a bit of a dirty talk

A/N: first squid game smut, second smut fic in almost 10 years from me 🫡 English is not my native, so please, bear with it if you find a mistake, cause I'd die from embarrassment

A/N #2: dialogue formatted like this said by Thanos in English

Word count: 4k

Once you gave yourself a word that you will never meet him again in your life. You'd been trying to support him through his, not to say the list, pretty feeble rapping career, keeping him hyped up when his new tracks didn't hit the numbers he hoped for yet again. It was before he started investing his money into the crypt. You were the first one to say that this cryptocurrency shit was definitely a scum, but Su-Bong couldn't care less to listen, he had too much fun getting the first money back, doubled in number.

"This is all scum, Su!.." you once rattled at him, seeing Su-Bong changing yet another thousands of won to that crypto shit.

"We're gonna be fucking rich can't you see, señorita???" He grabbed the multicolored cash in his hands, throwing the money up in the air like a confetti. "I'm gonna win this life, baby!"

You only rolled your eyes at him, grabbing one 5000 won bill and making your way out of the room. "I'll look at your dumb ass when you invest all of your stupid money in this and they'll fuck you up, señor."

Now, you wandered how low did he fall to appear in this fucking shit hole. How many layers of buttom did his smoked, stoned ass broke to land on that pile of cow shit. How much debts did he have now? Definitely more than you, but how much more? Though after hearing some players' debts, you thought of your own to be a mild inconvenience.

You saw his head popping out from the crowd, the tallest guy in the group, as he always has been, with his head glowing purple in the dull green room. Thanos. You only prayed for him to not notice you, cause above all else, you would not stress his pathetically comical attempts into being not only a rapper, that you've already learned to stomach, but a comedian.

You were led out of the room, up and up and up by the pink strais that looked as if it have been snatched straight out of the psych test picture. Once you were high enough, you were instructed to go though the huge, massive doors leading to the open playground.

You saw him clinging to the pretty girl immediately after all of the players entered the playground, it didn't really sting, but it tugged on something buried deep down beneath the layers of indifference you've grown throughout the last year and the half.

"Hey, señorita."

You turned your head instinctively on the word. It was your word. You didn't know why, but when Su-Bong called that random girl señorita, you felt that string snapping inside you, that definitely did sting. It stinged even more, when you saw Su-Bong getting all turned on when the girl sent him off, rolling her eyes in a sheer annoyance.

Fuck him. Fuck him. FUCK HIM

You shouldn't have felt anything. Not for him, not after all of this hardships of getting him off of your mind after you two broke up.

Somehow, the thoughts of your past relationships overstaffed your head, you were running and ceasing on autopilot while you brain suffered the memories of you and Su-Bong having the time of your lives.

You didn't register how you crossed the finish line, slithering further away from the doll through the panicking players right until you felt two big heavy palm on your shoulders. The heaviness that was too familiar, and the fingers that clawed your bones with such familiarity you haven't felt for far too long.

"Babe!" The loud shriek Su-Bong forced to come out sent shivers down your body. When you looked up at him, his face was gleaming as he was laughing and studying you head to toes. "My fucking Nebula baby is here, like damn bro we're gonna be unstoppable!"

"Don't fucking call me that..." You shook his hands off you, turning on the tips of your boots, trying to get closer to the pink soldiers standing next to the doors.

"Babe, don't you want to ask me how I've been?" Purplehead grabbed you by the wrist, motioning you to swirl back to face him once more. He bent untill he somewhat leveled to your height, his face perfectly positioned in front of yours, eyes on the same level. You hated to admit that he still was as handsome as you remembered, face so fuckable the only look at it made your stomach swirling.

"What point in asking if you're here?" You tried to maintain the annoyance, but felt your voice cracking just fairly a bit, which was enough to catch a sardonic smile on Su-Bong's face, right before the words settled in his head and his face tensed with thinking.

The metal dome covered the sunlight and the pink soldiers opened the doors, making all of the remaining players to walk back to the main room, dumbfounded. Some rat looking guy snatched Thanos from your side and walked him to their beds once you entered the room. Thank you, you thought, sighting out in relief.

From your bed you saw Su-Bong and this guy from across the room. The rat guy pointed in your direction vaguely, and Su-Bong almost punched him, you could read his expression saying "shut the fuck up, man". You spent a few more minutes staring mindlessly into Thanos' direction, not exactly registering what was going on in the room, but at once you thought that the effect of the pill he swallowed during the game wore off, the comic bravado wanished from Su-Bong's face as he stared equally mindlessly into the emptiness in front of him.

After the voting you all had a little meal prepared, it felt all too close to your heart with the school like lunch, as if they tried to put you all at ease. You saw Su-Bong starting a fight with that damn Coin man, the one you knew from Su-Bong's crypto problems, but it didn't take much time before the player 001 beat the shit out of him for interrupting the meal time.

You didn't quite recognize your own feelings seeing Su-Bong lying on the floor half dead as the man was having him in a chokehold, Thanos whimpering and squirming under him. You felt the corners of your mouth lifting in some manic rushing tide, but when the man finally stood up and you saw Su-Bong's face, corrupted with both fear and anger you suddenly felt pity for him. How miserable of you.

The night crippled in, but the slumber decided not to show you any signs of life. To be fair, you could find at least twenty more people who couldn't sleep that night, and well, you had more questions for those who could.

You jumped down from your bed and slowly walked towards the bathroom. It was when you have done all of your things and was splashing your face with the spring cold water you heard some muted grumbling over the wall.

"Fuck man, c'mon!"

You creeped out of the female toilet room, tiptoing to the male one, hearing the grumbles more clearly, as well as the slapping sounds. You opened the door only for a few inches, when you saw Thanos standing in front of the mirror with his pants lowered to his knees, trying to jerk off.

"Stupid fucking shit, just fucking work!" His low voice was on the verge of growling, he never looked as pathetic and lost as now, standing half naked, trying to bone his dick up. Having sex, or at the very least jerking off, was his second to favorite activity to relieve the stress. The first one was getting high as fuck.

"Stressful day, huh?" He jerked his head into your direction seeing you leaning on the doorframe, smile completely roasting him.

He gulped, looking at you, detecting your gaze that was focused on his slumber dick in his hand.

"My señorita, do you want to help?" The desperation and anger in his voice washed away as soon as he saw your mocking face. He he let go of his dick and took a step forward to you, shaking his legs in the air to free them from the pants. "You always knew how to get it going, my fucking love."

He wrapped his fingers around your wrists, tugging you closer untill your body was pressed fully to his, then he unclasped his palm and put one of his hands on the crook of your back, lowering it untill he was able to grab your ass cheek and squeeze it.

"Why should I?" You didn't move away, nor did you shake his hand off your ass, but you also moved your face to the side when he tried to kiss you. "There's a nice, pretty guy in that room, I'd rather fuck him."

You knew that stupid cunt had a rejection kink. The seconds you said those words you felt his dick starting hardening, pressing against your inner thigh.

Su-Bong chuckled lowly, his voice vibrating through your skin as his lips were in mere inches from your ear. "Cause you still fucking love me." He squeezed your ass harder, pressing you flat into his groin. "You know none of these suckers can outdone me in fucking, right? I'm a fucking hump legend."

Too miserably for you, he fucking was. You never met someone who fucked your better than Thanos did, especially when he was under the influence of his stupid pills. You hated it, the pills, but loved the ferocity with which he thrusted into you or eated you out untill he could feel your soul on his tounge when he was on the pills.

"C'mon, my señorita, I want you so bad, just suck my fucking dick, please."

You didn't even know why, but you gave in. Maybe because you didn't know if any of you would live to see another day, or cause you knew he had his pill again and the mere thought of what he could do to you made you shiver. Or maybe because his dick was already hard enough it could leave a bruise on your thigh if you had kept staying still like this for another minute.

You slithered your hand down between your bodies, finding his dick pressed to your leg, and carefully wrapped your fingers around it. Making just a few tugs, your ear felt arousingly hot from Su-Bong's slow breathing. When he got too comfortable with you jerking him off, you relocated your hand further down his shaft, barely touching his balls, as you lifted up on your tiptoes, brushing his ear with your lips.

"If I hear you calling other bitches señoritas, I'm gonna kill you myself." You heard him mewl pathetically into your shoulder as you squeezed your fingers around his balls, practically digging into them with your nails till Thanos hissed and digged his fingers into your ass cheek in return, surely leaving some nicely framed bruises on your skin.

"You gave this name to me," you pulled your hand with his balls in it to the side slightly, stretching the tender skin almost painfuy, winning the muffled whimper from Su-Bong, as he sucked hectically on your neck. "it's fucking mine to bear."

"Done, baby, you won't hear it." He wheezed into your shoulder bucking up his dick against your thigh. You laughed, the sound was barely a whisper tickling Su-Bong's ear, but boy did it make him shiver, biting the skin on your shoulder?

"Atta boy." You bit his earlobe and let go off his balls, hearing him growling into you as his balls got back to their rightful place.

Finally for him, your tore your body off his, feeling the stinging warmth where his fingers were nailed into your ass even after you tore his hand off it, and kneeled down, finding the eye contact with Thanos before even getting close to his dick. His eyes were reminding you of boba balls, just a huge black circles amidst the white eyeballs, he was so high on his pills it drew you crazy and made you feel wet between your legs.

"Make me cum, my señorita." Once you sat down on your knees, Thanos placed his hand on your head, sliding it down to your cheek and finally your chin, leaving the trail of goosebumps on your skin as he went.

You touched his dick with your finger, pressing it up to his belly and got closer to the shaft. Su-Bong saw your tounge swirling inside your mouth, and when you stuck it out completely soaked in saliva, he squeezed your chin with his fingers, tugging your face closer untill he felt the watery tip of your tongue touching the base of his dick and shivered, snickering lowly.

You pressed your tongue flat to his very base starting to slide your way up to the very tip of it, slowly and tormenting, hearing Thanos grunting though his teeth, his hand moving back to your nape, controlling your every move.

You were sliding up and down, rolling to the tip of your tongue and touching Thanos's dick just so lightly it sent waves of shivers down his body, and then rolling it back flat, polishing his shaft with your tongue.

"I missed that so much." Through the muffled whimpering Su-Bong almost moaned, tugging on your nape to make you lick him higher. "No one's sucking the way you do, babe, my fucking slut queen."

You couldn't still the smile forcing on your face. That one thing keeping the bond between you two - you both were each other's best fuckers. And that was such a huge problem. That wasn't something that's easy to get off your mind. Every man you had after Su-Bong was intrusively compared to him while being in you, and let's be honest, none of them had the high ground. Every time you were fucking someone, at some point your head started getting clouded. Su-Bong would have already made me cum twice.

And without wandering, you knew this sucker had the same problem having every single girl compared to you.

"You'll make me cum yes?" Thanos placed his free hand on your finger that was pressing his dick to his stomach and pulled it off, making his dick fall, bouncing up and down right next to your lips. "I'll pay you back, you won't be disappointed."

You knew you wouldn't. You were sitting on your knees, thighs squeezed together in an attempt to stop your lube running down as you looked up at Su-Bong, his wide stoned pupils studying every inch of your body, lips framed in a manic smile and purple hair catching the light of the lightbulbs sent another wave of swirling down your stomach. The things he would do to you...

You wrapped your palm around his shaft, directioning the tip of his dick into your mouth and started circling it with the tip of your tongue, barely touching it. You made a few circles clockwise, a few counterclockwise, you licked it up and down and left and right, hearing Thanos' breath became loose and rapid. While you were circling his head slowly, your hands were working up and down his shaft.

"I've dreamt about thi- fuck-..." He muttered, his hand jerked automatically, sticking you on his dick deeper. Thanos didn't give you the time to adjust, starting shoving his dick down your mouth, deep into the warm tender mouth of yours, feeling your tongue sliding flat on his shaft until he felt the tip of his dick pressing into the back of your throat, you gagging, spasming over his shaft, only making Thanos moan gutturally, watching your head bob a little with a rythm he controlled. "My fucking sweet paradise. Fu-uuck!"

You felt his precum sliding down your throat, almost tickling making your insides jolt, as you started loosing your breath. The bolt of panic shattered though your chest as you started gagging without any air in your lungs, but, at this point, your desire to finish Thanos dry made you collect yourself. You started breathing though your nose, letting him guide your head in a timing that was perfect for him. You would make him cum and he would eat you out afterwards.

You felt his finish was close enough, so you grabbed his balls again, squeezing them gently, tickling and caressing them with your fingers, feeling them hardening under your touch and his dick trembling in your mouth as Thanos let the guttural moan into the air, his dick spurting semen into your mouth, nearly choking you.

"My señorita." He took his dick out of your mouth, tilting your chin up to look up at him, wiping with his finger the mix of his own cum and your drool that was soaking through the corners of your lips. "That was so fucking hot"

The way you swallowed Thanos' seed maintaining the eye contact visibly brought shivers on him, it awakened something animalistic in him as he pulled you up by the chin untill you stood up firmly and kissed you, ravaging your mouth completely. His tongue wasn't waiting for invitation, he slide it between your lips and you opened your mouth instinctively, feeling how his tongue slid deeper into your mouth over your own. At this point, you could only whimper into his mouth, thighs pressed to each other in order to find at least a bit of satisfaction.

"Fuck!"

Your kiss was interrupted by the two voices down the hall, two male voices that were creeping closer to the toilet.

"Fuck babe!" Thanos rattled, grabbing you by your pants and tugging into the closest stall, closing the doors behind you shut. The adrenaline got into him, his pupils, thought you thought it's impossible, got even bigger, as he untied the laces on your pants and tugged I'd down, along with the panties. He bent just a bit, to be able to press his lips to the side of your face and whisper gravely, "you thought it's gonna stop me?" His hand slid down your body, forcing you to open your legs. "Fuck no."

And you felt two of his digits sliding into you roughly. He didn't give you a chance to gather your scattered thoughts together, or adjust to his fingers, when he curled them, one at a time, shoving then up your cunt.

Thanos growled softly into your ear, you didn't even grasp what was the reason of your airy moan - his fingers or his voice, vibrating though your skin, but with two people outside your stall you did your best to still your vocals, only letting the little weep escape your lips and then shutting them together in panic.

"Good fuck, good day, huh?" His voice sent goosebumps running down all over your body, making you squeeze your thighs around his hand, your hips volunteerly moving down on his fingers.

"Okay, children's games, done" Thanos said, suddenly making your cunt uncomfortably empty, greening down on you, his body, towering high over yours squeezed the little whimper out of you which you bit down, almost bloodying your lip. "Want it?" He snickered jittery before bringing his soaked fingers to your lips, sliding them lightly on your bottom. You lips fell open as on a command, but as soon as you craned your neck forward to embrace his digits with the warm hug of your lips, Thanos yanked his hand back, his fingers in his mouth now and sucked them viciously, testing you before sliding down to his knees.

For a second, you forgot about all the people in the toilet and slammed the wall of the stall with your flat palm, trying to redirect your frustration and agony out of your mouth to your hand, while Thanos was sliding his hands up your inner thighs, spreading them without any effort. He pressed his face to your pubic area and breathed you in vigorously before sighing out.

The proximity of his face to your cunt sent a tugging pulsation through your body, making you squirm on your toes, hips bucking up. You want to face fuck him untill his mad soaked in your cum, just as in old good times.

In a second, you put your free hand on his head, fingers threading through his purple hair. You tugged on his nape, angling his head up untill his chin was on your puffed, soaking wet folds, and you moaned though the bitten down lips.

"That's so fucking beautiful." He said as he lowered his head, sliding down your folds with his chin and slurped you for the all the miserable desires you had. He eated you vigorously, the sound of him sucking your lube messy, letting his drool drip down your thighs mixed with your wetness turned you dazzlingly dizzy. Thanos was rubbing his tongue flat up and down your clit, pulling it in and out of your tight hole, your walls clenching hectically desiring something more. Something bigger that just a tongue. It wrecked your insides. It warmed up your cunt and made you even wetter, and you tugged on Thanos' hair to tear him off you just to see how wet his face was, covered in your slime.

"Fuck..." Was the only thing you could moaned out, looking at his absolutely deranged smile and his tounge framing his glossy lips. Thanos' eyes were nothing but pupils, two black buttomless holes staring back at you with manic desire, the previously dried blood on his cheek got soggy again and was smeared all over his jaw. Damn, that stupid señorita girl from before died in from of him and now you fucked your man with her blood on his face and for fuck's sake that almost turned your insides upside down.

Thanos wrapped his palms around your wrist and freed his hair from your grasp, pressing your hands to the wall on the both sides of you. "Let me finish my meal, babe."

He fell back into your cunt, licking you dry and biting you clit just enough for it to teeter on a slightly painful side, making you wriggle, your ass catching on a wooden wall of the stall.

"Su-.." You caught your breath as a heat wave slammed down at your nether regions, curling your toes and fingers as Thanos kept slurping the juices your body rewarded him with for his work. "-Bong..." His name finally left your lips as you collapsed on his face, your feet too weak to hold your body up.

You barely registered how he snickered, one sound on his lips - lust. He pressed his lips back to your folds and slurped all of your cum at once, his tongue circling around your cunt gathering the juice.

"My señorita..." Thanos put his hands under your quivering thighs as his head appeared in front of yours. He kissed you roughly, letting you taste yourself from his tongue, salty and sweet. "I told you I'll pay you back."

He sat you down on a toilet, opening the door slightly enough to check if anyone was still there. No one.

"We live another day, babe, and I shove it up your cunt." Thanos looked at you, cupping his dick in his hand and smiling like a demented junkie he was. "Let's go, you first."

You tugged on your panties and pants, action was rather challenging with your whole body still trembling from your climax, and popped your head out of the stall. The path was clear. Walking out of the stall you threw the pants Su-Bong left laying on the floor under the sinks to him and was about to left the room, when he wrapped his hand around your waist, slamming your body into his. "Please, babe, don't die, cause I'll need it again." Su-Bong murmured into your ear before leaving a wet kiss on your neck.

You trotted back to your bed, people were still mostly sleeping. Barely making your way up, climbing the ladder to your bed, you sat, knees pressed to your chest, and watched Thanos walking jauntily across the dormitory. His fucking cheeky ass would absolutely run his mouth to his new friend when he wakes up, no chances Thanos would keep his tongue behind his teeth about having the blowjob of his life.

You clenched your jaw on the thought of it, but, ugh. That would be a problem for the future you. Now, you had to fall asleep with the warm pleasure between your thighs, praying for Su-Bong's name not to slip out of your lips in a dream.

Tags: @verdantsecretgardens @wintaemoonjen

[theonevoice]

Have a gold star...

I swear, I started this as a wholesome innocent comment on how when Crowley has to think of a prize, after 6000+ years, his sweet head still goes to stars as the ultimate symbol of something beautiful and cherished.

But then I was struck by something: sarcasm.

Both times, when he tells someone to "have a gold star," he doesn't say it with a tone of affectionate irony, like the cool-but-sweet uncle with a rough personality but a soft heart. He says it with a tone of bitter sarcasm, of painful disenchantment.

Because it's not a prize that he is offering; it's a sop, a cruel joke-gift, something that will get you excited at first just because you have a stupid, naive, innocent soul, and you will later realize that it means nothing to the one who assigned it to you, and that they are ready to take it away whenever they want, while the rest of the world laughs at your ridiculous gullibility.

Because this is what stars were for him.

They were his beloved, exciting creation. The star-factory nebula was his cherished task, assigned to him by God, and he believed that it was meant to be a thing of beauty and splendor, and hold value in the grand scheme of the universe... only to discover, immediately after he created it, that it was never intended to have any value at all. It meant nothing to God. It wasn't even planned to last enough to fullfill its purpose. It was a joke, a cruel prank. 

The stars were God's bad pun of giving angel!Crowley something to do, and love, and have hope and expectations for, and then taking it away. Revealing that it was just a shiny piece of gold cardstock that only a simpleton could consider valuable. Of course he can only say "have a gold star" as a dry snarky sarcastic comment on someone who thinks they have achieved something meaningful when it's actually nothing. Be it the Them defeating the Four Horsemen. Be it Muriel being noticed by the Metatron.

Great, sure, have a gold star, be all excited and squealing with happiness, it will turn into ashes before you even know it.

I am not sure that Crowley's snake eyes were ever intended to signal that he cannot see the stars because snakes have bad vision (even ignoring the zoological fact that they are sensitive to UV light though, so they should still see astronomical objects, in the book it says that demons must be able to see at night, and that's why Crowley doesn't need to turn on the lights on the Bentley), but for sure the Fall and Heaven's cruelty has ruined the stars for him, in a way.

Now, in his mind, they are the ultimate symbol of delusion, of naivety, of foolishly investing your love and passion and hopes in something, of stupidly ignoring that the things you cherish will be ruined or taken away from you or leave you on their own accord.

That's also why Aziraphale's "nothing lasts forever" cuts him so deep. That's why his "no... no, I dont' suppose it does" sounds so much like a truth that he is remembering instead of one that he has jsut discovered.

Here you go, you did it again, you thought you had something significant and instead it was just like your stars, you should have known that whenever you find something beautiful it's just a matter of time before you lose it, you shouldn't get too attached.

In s1e6 he says it to the Them, in s2e6 he says it to Muriel. I do hope that in s3e6 he will get the chance to say it again, but this time it will be honest and out of joy, because whatever is going to happen will make him able again to believe that you can be happy, and can hold onto the good things that you love. You can have all the gold stars, for real. They don't always have to disappear and leave you in pain. They can stay with you.

[sjsmith56]

Bucky Barnes, Deadpool and the TVA (or How I ended up inside the fourth wall)

Summary: A Bucky Barnes fanfiction writer finds herself in the same universe as the Thunderbolts* Bucky when she wakes up in his bed.

Length: 4.1 K

Characters: Unnamed and undescribed OFC, Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, Wong, B-15, variant of OFC, OMC (OFC’s husband)

Warnings: some sexual innuendo, naked horny Bucky, no smut (sorry)

Author notes: Just a silly story that I pulled from somewhere in my mind. The part about the OFC and her husband seeing the new Deadpool movie at a matinee was based on real life.

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The blank page stared at me.  It wasn't blank five minutes ago, but I read what I wrote, and didn't like it, so I deleted it and then I was looking at the page again.  We met before, you, the reader and me, the writer.  I sought help from the very reason I write, Bucky Barnes.  The writing gods first sent me World War II Bucky, a sweet flirty guy who was still interested in the stories I wrote.  The version that appeared to me was from before Azzano and before the train; that dreadful transport of death that changed his whole life in a moment.  Then they sent me the Winter Soldier, the dark brooding villain ... I know, he was more than that, but that was HYDRAs use of him.  He was their Fist, brutally carrying out assassinations on targets they assigned him.  Relentless and frightening in his attention to his task he was still a sight to see; that tall, dark-haired muscular menace and the way he strutted towards his target.  No hesitation, no regrets and totally the object of many fantasies.  I still got warm thinking about the ones I read about, never mind wrote.  On that day, it was Falcon and the Winter Soldier (FATWS) Bucky who came to my rescue.  It was him as he was portrayed at the end of the series, seemingly in a place where he felt at home in Delacroix, becoming part of Sam Wilson's family as their adopted uncle.  That Bucky sat with me, helped me through my writer's block, and even gave me an idea for a Black Widow smut piece that was a gift to my husband.  Before he left, he said he would always be there for me.  At the time, he probably meant it.  Then there was a disturbance in the Force.

Wrong franchise, I know, but how else to explain how things seemed to go a bit sideways?  There were the What If? episodes, that displayed Bucky as the sidekick to Captain Carter.  Those was okay, then he was more of the dark brooding long-hair version of Wakanda Bucky in a zombie wasteland.  At least we got to see a cartoon version of him in the shower, from the waist up.  Wasn't quite enough to quench the fandom's thirst for him but it was a start.  Don't even get me started on the Guardians of the Galaxy Christmas special where Nebula appeared with Bucky's vibranium arm, opening a whole can of worms over whether it was funny (not to me), cute (seriously stealing Bucky's arm is cute?) and canon (no, James Gunn, it wasn't canon to me).  Yes, I'm changing the tense in the middle of a paragraph by telling you to don't @ me if you're a believer in any of the three above.  To me, all three of those scenarios were just wrong.  I got emotional then and I still do.

I wrote since then, some AUs, lots of one shots as I explored that format, several short fiction pieces of less than 50,000 words, and a couple of long ones.  It was going well, then they brought out the Captain America 4 announcement that Bucky wouldn't be in it (what?) and the Thunderbolts* announcement that Sam Wilson wouldn't be in that (seriously?).  Why did they get us to invest our time and interest in a six-part series about these two men forging a deep friendship if they had no intention of continuing it in their movies?  The rumours about Bucky in this upcoming movie littered the pages of tumblr and Twitter (sorry / not sorry X); things like Bucky regressed mentally and emotionally, he and Sam had a falling out, he became a congressman, or he went to work for Val de Fontaine so that he didn't lose his pardon. 

Why would they do that to Bucky?  Let the man have a fucking life.  As you could see I got emotional about it.  On that particular day I decided to have a nap and clear my mind, then it all changed.

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"Hey, sweetheart."  I could hear the voice, then I felt a cold hand around my waist, reaching up under my T-shirt.  Jerking away and turning around I found myself in bed with Bucky Barnes, beefy Bucky, with the bad haircut shown in the leaked preview of the Thunderbolts*.   "There she is."

He had no shirt on, and I found it hard to look at him, then opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.  I noticed the smirk on his face, which made me feel warm, like really warm, the way the writers of Bucky smut describe it; a warm pool forming in my core, between my thighs, deep in my ....  What happened to me?  Where was I?

"You okay, doll?  You have a nightmare?"  His hand cupped my jaw, as he rubbed his thumb on my cheek.

"You're Bucky," I said, still frozen in place, because let's face it, it's not everyday you find yourself in bed with your romantic fantasy.

"Last I checked," he answered, licking his lips then running his hand over the beard he grew since he was in FATWS.  "You're my wife."

I pulled away from him, aware that he might not have anything on at all.  He looked at me funny.

"You seem different.  Tell me you're not a multiverse version of you that's been dropped here."

"I don't know," I answered, pulling the sheet up to cover my front since I realized I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples were doing something that was a little disconcerting.  "Am I a writer?  Are we married?  Are you working for Val de Fontaine?"

He laughed, showing those beautiful white teeth, then he leaned close, gently pulling down the sheet and began to nuzzle my neck, making me feel all sorts of things.

"No, yes, and no," he answered.  "Come here."

I pulled away so far that I fell out of bed and sat there on the floor with him looking over the edge at me with a decidedly perturbed expression on his face.  With only panties on underneath that T-shirt I pulled on the sheet, so I was covered again.

"What's got into you?"

"What's my name, Bucky?"

"Sweetheart, sunshine, baby girl, darlin' and my personal favourite, doll."  He was resting his head on his hands, looking at me in a way that was definitely more friendly than I was comfortable with.

"Those aren't names, they're terms of endearment," I answered.  "I am married but not to you and you're supposed to be an Avenger, with Sam Wilson."

"Really, just who are you married to and what is your name?" he asked, in a flirting manner.  "Gotta say, sunshine, this role-playing thing could be fun."

I told him my husband's name and my name.  "I shouldn't be part of the multiverse because it's not real.  It's fiction."

He laughed, then saw I wasn't laughing and frowned.  Angry Bucky alert.  "You have to be from the multiverse.  If you're not, where's my wife?  Why do you look and sound like her?"

I raised my hands up.  "I don't know where she is.  I look like her because I write fanfiction of you, and I picture myself in the original female character's role.  She usually becomes your love interest.  But I had writer's block because Marvel has been messing around with your portrayal and not giving out much information of how they've changed your character.  It was bugging me, so I took a nap, then woke up next to you."

"Who's this Marvel guy?  Do you think he knows where my wife is?"

He didn't know about the fourth wall, was definitely angry and all I could think of was that he looked just as angry now as he did in that leaked Thunderbolts* footage.

"Marvel's not a guy, it's a corporation that owns the copyright to your character."  I winced as I explained it to him, knowing he wasn't liking it.  "You're not real, Bucky.  You're a fictional character from the comics and the movies they made from it.  But you know this already.  I've spoken to you in your World War II persona, your Winter Soldier persona and from when you and Sam fought the Flag Smashers.  That's called your FATWS era."

I started to explain what the letters meant but he just glared at me, so I stopped.  He pulled away from the edge of the bed and got out on the other side, naked, and I did stare, I'll admit it.  God, he had a nice ass and the rest of him from the back was... wow.  Then he turned to face me, and I looked everywhere but there. 

"Get dressed," he ordered.  "You're taking me to this Marvel place and I'm going to get my wife back."

"It's not as easy as that," I replied.  He stared at me, his arms crossed defiantly in front of him while he was still showing everything the serum gave him.  I focused on his face, but it was so hard ... not that, you know what I mean.  "If this is a multiverse incursion then there might not be a Marvel in this universe and even if there was it wouldn't be possible to just walk in there.  We have to find Dr. Strange.  He's the only one who can do anything."

"Fine," he said, "but you're still coming with me.  Now get dressed."

Holding the sheet around me I approached the walk-in closet, but he was still standing there, naked, in all of his glory and he smelled so good when I slid past him to see what was available for me to wear.  Then he was right behind me, practically pressing himself into me and I had to focus, wondering if I had ever written this much raw physical sexuality into my versions of Bucky but it was difficult to concentrate with him so close. 

"You having problems, baby girl?" he asked, his lips so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath making me moist. 

"I don't know what to wear," I mumbled, still painfully aware of his naked body this close to me and I was really only separated from him by a sheet. 

"We're going on the motorcycle," he said.  "Jeans, T-shirts, and leather jackets."

"Right," I answered, hastily going through the sexy dresses, the long gowns with the thigh-high slits, the almost obscene lingerie, but there were no jeans or T-shirts.  "Um, where are they?"

"In the drawers," he grunted.  "Don't you have drawers in your universe?"

"Yes," I snapped.  "Could you stand further away from me?"

"What's the matter, darlin'? Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"This close to me while naked, yes."  I rolled my eyes, which he must have heard because he huffed, but he did move away, and I was able to get out of that small space.

Quickly, I located the drawer that had jeans and pulled them on.  They were tighter than anything I ever wore but somehow, I got them on.  The bra selection left a lot to be desired as most of it was see through and really didn't offer much support.  I must have made a noise while I was searching for something more modest because he was suddenly beside me.

"Having a problem, sweetheart?  Don't see anything you like?  My wife loves all the lingerie I buy for her."

"It's not my style," I answered.  "Doesn't she have something that covers more?"

"Sports bra," he answered.  "Bottom drawer."

I pulled it open, thankful to find an assortment of sports bras.  Pulling one out I started to take the T-shirt off that I woke up in then became aware of his eyes on me.  Turning around I was startled to see him reclining on the bed, propped up on one elbow, fully clothed, with his booted feet hanging off the bed.

"Do you mind?"

"No, I don't mind at all," he smirked.  "Don't let me stop you.  I've seen it all anyways."

"But you're married.  Wouldn't watching me get dressed make your wife angry?"

He grinned in an almost wolfish manner.  "We have an understanding."

"What?  The Bucky's I write are monogamous.  Are you polyamorous?"

The grin became a broad smile as he looked me up and down.  "If the occasion arises.  Gotta say I'm curious to see if you have the same appetites as my doll."

"Out!"  I wasn't in the mood for this.  "Right now.  Go downstairs and get your motorcycle ready."

Slowly, he slid off the bed, then approached me, backing me up to the dresser, while looking at me in a way that gave me thrills at the same time as setting off all sorts of warning bells in my head.

"You sure, sunshine?"  His fingertips grasped a tendril of my hair, as he twirled it slightly.  "I could definitely make you ...."

"Out," I repeated.  "Please stop this."

He backed up, suddenly respectful of my space.  "Since you said the magic word, I'll wait downstairs for you."

Just like that, he was gone, and I quickly got the sports bra on, then a clean T-shirt.  I pulled on some socks and found some boots, sliding them on.  With a quick run through of my hair with my fingers I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, wondering what I had done to get into this predicament.

He was waiting on his motorcycle for me, with a helmet in hand.  As I stood there, he placed it on my head, adjusting the chin strap then nodding his head in approval, before putting his on.  I slid on behind him, grasping him at the waist.  His voice came over a Bluetooth speaker in the helmet.

"You okay, darlin'?  Have you ridden a motorcycle before?"

"I'm good.  My husband has one and I've ridden with him.  Where are we going?"

"The Sanctum Sanctorum," he said.  "Might as well go straight to Dr. Strange."

Suddenly, we were there, pulling up to an open parking spot in front of the headquarters of the Masters of the Mythical Arts in the middle of Greenwich Village.  This was definitely a unique universe, as we skipped over the long motorcycle ride from Brooklyn, then the frustration of finding any sort of parking.  Striding over to the door, Bucky rang the bell, and we were ushered in by an acolyte to where Dr. Strange was drinking a cup of tea and Wong was standing there wringing his hands.  Before we could even say anything the two men looked at me, then at each other, then at Bucky.

"Where did you find her?" asked Wong.

That wolfish grin briefly appeared again on Bucky's face.  "In my bed.  Says she's not my wife, so where is she?"

"That is a good question," said Strange, placing his teacup on the table and approaching me, assessing me in a way that was a little disturbing.  "Well, this explains a lot.  You're from the real world, aren't you?  Beyond the fourth wall."

"Yes, I guess.  I'm a fanfiction writer and was taking a nap.  When I woke up it was next to him."  I pointed at Bucky.  "The thing is, he's nothing like the Bucky Barnes character that I write about."

"What's different about him?" Strange's one eyebrow was higher than the other.  It was one thing seeing it in the movies but another thing seeing it in person.  "Is there a problem with my face?"

"No, no.  The biggest difference is that the Bucky's I write are monogamous and this one is polyamorous."

"And?  That's a problem?"

I became aware that I was in the middle of all three men, and they were looking at me as if I were lunch, served on a platter just for them.

"Stop!" I barked.  "Yeah, it's a problem, okay?  Is this a polyamorous universe?  Because I'm not!  I'm married to one man, and I want to go back to him.  Please, you must find a way to get me back to where I belong."

Wong backed away from me first.  "She's right.  Consent is still required in this universe.  Plus, with her being from beyond the fourth wall we could really hurt her.  She's actual flesh and blood ... we're fictional characters."

Dr. Strange backed away, returning to his cup of tea.  Bucky, well, he just sprawled on a couch as if he had always lived there.

"Tell me about what you were doing before you slept," said Strange.

I told him about the physical changes to Bucky's appearance based on the leaked preview of Thunderbolts* and how the fandom was worrying about his portrayal, and the fact that after a six part series of him and Sam becoming friends Marvel just casually split them apart into two different movies as if the other didn't even exist. 

"You care about him," said Strange, his voice neutral.  "You want him to be happy."

"Well, yeah," I replied.  "The man lost everything that mattered to him and was tortured for 70 years, experimented on, and forced to become a killer for a gang of authoritarian thugs.  My thing, my contribution to fanfiction is that Bucky gets a happy ending."

"Sweetheart, I have that," said the super soldier, from where he sat on the couch.  "I admit that I am fucked up, but my wife makes me happy and her interest in our extramarital activities is the same as mine.  Yet, you treat me like I'm some sort of deviant."

"No, it's not that."  I sighed.  "Other writers see you in this way and that's fine; that's their thing and lots of people read them and enjoy them but I guess I just like you better when you're monogamous, kind and gentle.  To someone like me, this version of you is a bit scary and overwhelming."

"That's fair," he murmured.  "You look like my wife.  Does your husband look like me?"

"No, not at all," I smiled.  "He's shorter, balding, not as fit.  But he loves me and he's faithful, kind, and gentle.  He beta reads my stories, and I even wrote a Black Widow smut piece just for him.  I think he imagines me as his Black Widow sometimes."

Bucky grinned, then nodded his head approvingly. 

"Do they break the fourth wall in this Thunderbolts* movie?" asked Wong.

"I don't know.  It hasn't come out yet and there's been very few previews of it.  I think the only Marvel character that breaks the fourth wall is Deadpool.  His movie with Wolverine just came out recently and is making a ton of money."

Both Dr. Strange and Wong perked up.  "Deadpool?  As in Wade Wilson?"

I nodded.  "Yeah, he's fully aware in the movies and comic books that he's fictional.  He often breaks the fourth wall."

My voice tapered off.  Was I here because of Deadpool?

"Sunshine, have you seen the movie?" Bucky was also sitting upright.

I nodded my head.  "My husband and I went to see the matinee just a few days ago."

A green glow emanated from the time stone as Dr. Strange went to wherever he went when he activated it.  Wong watched him carefully as did Bucky.  Then the Supreme Sorcerer stopped his permutations and gazed at me.

"The Time Variance Authority are in this movie," he stated.  "I have a feeling they're involved in this.  But why they would take someone from the real world and place them here is a mystery to me."

Suddenly a TVA portal opened in front of us, and B-15 walked out followed by me, at least a version of me, wearing only a T-shirt and panties.  Bucky jumped up from the couch.

"Doll? Is it you?"

"Oh Daddy, I was so afraid," she cried, as he wrapped his arms around her.  "I woke up in a cell and didn't know how I got there, and ...."  She noticed me.  "She's me."

"I'm sorry," said B-15, looking at me.  "A terrible mistake was made.  Beyond the fourth wall is usually forbidden to our hunters but when you went to see the Deadpool movie your presence was noticed in the theatre with your Bucky variant."

"Wait, my husband is a Bucky variant?"

The leader of the TVA smiled.  "Well, yes.  It's why you write Bucky Barnes fanfiction.  You see him as Bucky and yourself as the original female character.  You don't have to look alike to be a variant.  It's just that you're kind of the model for the OFC in your own universe where you draw your inspiration from.  It's supposed to be a private universe and off limits to the TVA.  Unfortunately, one of our hunters didn't understand that.  He removed Mrs. Barnes here as an illegal variant and installed you as the original in this universe.  He has been sent for judgement and won't be in a position to do that again.  We are also making sure all of our hunters are aware that the Bucky Barnes fanfiction that you write and read in your own private universe is just that, private, at least to us."

"So how do we get this Mrs. Barnes back to her universe beyond the fourth wall?" asked Dr. Strange.  "I have the feeling it's beyond my capabilities."

B-15 smiled at him.  "It is but not beyond mine.  As soon as she's ready to go I'll open a portal back to her universe."

It sounded simple and like many movies, a little bit of a quick fix, but I wanted to go back so I wasn't going to question it.  Wong smiled at me.

"Good luck on the next one shot," he said.

I nodded at him, then Dr. Strange looked at me in that superior way he sometimes had.  "I knew there would be a logical solution."

"Right."

Bucky was next, his wife already wearing his leather jacket.

"Oh, this is yours," I said, starting to take the one I had off. 

"Keep it sweetheart, as a souvenir," he smirked.  "Say hi to your husband for me.  Tell me something.  The lady there said something about the fiction you read.  Does that mean you do read the polyamorous stuff, since you ended up in my bed?"

I sighed as I hated being put in a position of agreeing.  "Every so often one captures my eye," I admitted.  "Doesn't mean it's something I'm interested in trying."

"If you say so."  He glanced at his wife with affection.  "You came through for me.  I appreciate it."

I looked at B-15.  "I'm ready."

She nodded at the others, then punched a few buttons on her TemPad.  A portal opened and I walked through it, then felt the touch of my husband's hand on my shoulder as I was still on top of the bed.

"Honey?  Wake up."

I sat up, saw my husband, and felt a rush of affection for him.

"Sorry, I took a nap, and I guess I was more tired than what I thought."

"No worries," he smiled.  "Um, did you go shopping today?  Is that a new jacket and jeans and boots?"

I was still in the other Mrs. Barnes' clothing.

"Yes?" I answered, tentatively.

He smiled and nodded his head appreciatively.  "I like them.  Makes you look hot.  You should wear stuff like that more often."  Offering me his hand, he helped me up.  "What do you think of taking a ride on the bike and going to a diner for dinner?  My treat."

"Sounds like a plan," I answered.  "Just let me freshen up a little."

When I got outside my husband was already waiting on his Vespa.  I know what you're thinking ... a Vespa is not a motorcycle.  Maybe not in the traditional sense but it is what we have and it's a lot of fun.  I still get to wrap my arms around my husband's waist and maybe he doesn't have a hard body like Bucky Barnes, but he's all mine and I don't have to share him with anyone.  Besides, now that I know he's a Bucky variant I understand how he knows what I like between the sheets, if you get what I mean.  When I do write smut, I'm writing about my Bucky, the one I live with in this universe, beyond the fourth wall.

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Some replies, mostly not very long ones today, but there is one about some characters being tops or bottoms! Wow, that was a clumsy way to explain it lol

thestarlightfae asked:

SHE'S SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I thought the drawings on here were yours and the drawings on the Nebula collage tumblr were Katsu's.

Thank you for answering!

HEHEHE THANK YOUUUUUU wait why am I thanking you, I have nothing to do with Mila being adorable. She really is!

Also thank you for answering, I really was wondering! lol yes that makes sense. But yeah, I am an artist for Nebula College, but it’s mainly Katsu’s brain baby in terms of absolutely everything else <3

Once again, thank you for your questions.

Anonymous asked:

I literally stalk your page everyday to see when you post! Your posts, may they be writing or art, are always delicious. This isn't a question or anything, but I thought you'd like to know how much some people enjoy your posts❤️

Anon! You scared me there for a second, but then your message turned out so sweet!! 🥺💕💕💕 Thank you so much for your kindness and for enjoying our stuff! It makes me super happy to hear that…

Anonymous asked:

Bitting those Ortho calves chomp chomp 🤤

Damn enjoy your meal Anon~

Anonymous asked:

I find the whole top and bottom thing kinda interesting: so I'm curious to know if you have any headcanons for the characters not on the list so far; Vargas, Sam, Crowley, Najma, Baul, Eliza etc.?

I’m glad you find it interesting, Anon! It’s a very subjective preference-based thing, so I see how someone might find it weird, even though it’s not as rare on the Eastern side of the fandom…

Oof, this is a good question lol A bit difficult to tell with some of them because we just don’t ship them with anyone, buuuut.

Vargas is a top because while he isn’t super interesting to us, he fits a very specific role in a very specific trope verrry nicely (gym teacher/badly performing student).

Sam is a mysterious man, but somehow gives us top vibes. Crowley has the same reasoning for also being a top… for now. He is also an authority figure and misuses his power + an idiot, we love those two things in tops lol But we don’t know enough about him and don’t ship him with anyone.

Baul is a top; we haven’t seen him, but we know the type, and we love seeing this kind of a man as a top. Similarly to Sebek, to be fair.

Eliza is *drum roll* also a top because Idia attracts those with his babygirlness lol We aren’t invested in Eliza enough to give her a concrete role though, it’s mostly just because she is bossy and more assertive than Idia.

Can’t say anything about Najma, haven’t met her yet at all, unfortunately :( Not getting any vibes yet, but excited to figure her out one day… when we watch the event.

Anonymous asked:

Idia: *exists*

Everyone: It's free real-estate

Poor guy just wants to sit in his room and play video games T-T

It’s his fault for being such a datesim protag! He just keeps attracting more and more weird people… (good hehehe)

m1lk-n-cook1es asked:

This quote from Shiori Novella summarises Idia/Ortho : "once you're a ghost brother, are you really a brother at that point?"

(this quote refers to Miku and Mafuyu's relationship in Fatal Frame)

lol absolutely fair. And in their case, it’s a robo-ghost brother! Or a blot-ghost brother! The layers of taboo slowly disintegrating….

Anonymous asked:

So, in conclusion, Jade has a mushroom kink.

Mushroom isn’t just a kink, mushroom is a way of life, mushroom is everything and anything, mushroom is everywhere…

Anonymous asked:

Have you heard of obey me nightbringer/master to rule them all it's a good game and has many good characters

I have heard of it and seen some of the characters (they’re pretty popular as far as I can tell!), but we haven’t played it.

[robinchan-hananomi]

So I finally got to watch Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 last night

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Rocket has always been one of my favorites. So when I learned this movie was going to be about him I was excited. Because Rocket had already been through absolute hell. He and Groot were bounty hunters, thrown together with Peter, Gamora, and Drax by simple accident. And then Rocket became invested in these people, grown to care about them through their time together. Even after losing his Groot and getting baby Groot, Rocket had seen them as family and because of that he lashed out, tried to push them away because he figured one day they would leave him anyway. Better to get the pain over with.

Instead he befriended Yondu and the ravangers. He lost Yondu, but he gained Mantis and Kraglin. Then they meet Thor and through him the rest of the Avengers. But in the process Rocket looses EVERYONE and for five years the only real family he has is Nebula, who only just stopped trying to kill him, because everyone else he ever loved and cared about is dead.

And some years later he’s got his family again, but they aren’t like they were. Peter, Groot, Nebula, Mantis, Drax, Kraglin, and now Cosmo are beat by the tears and the losses, especially of their Gamora. And they are just trying to rebuild and care for their home, only to have Rocket’s past come back to bite him in the ass.

And Rocket just had to mentally relive the losses of Lyla, Teefs, and Floor. He knows that half of his family are in the hands of his greatest tormentor, a man we see Rocket visibly terrified of. And he just woke up from a coma of over two days, is barley even coherent and has no idea why this patched together family is so relieved that he’s safe, even to the point of temporarily forgetting they are in danger.

So without even taking a moment to contemplate it, Rocket who is still reeling from it all finds himself out in a space craft trying to confront the man who tortured him, who turned him into something else. Who killed and tortured his friends, all to save his family and knowing the entire time that the reason they are in danger to begin with is because this man is obsessed with him.

There were a lot of moments in this movie that caught my emotions, but honestly I think one of the hardest for me was that moment Rocket was in his craft and the creatures were beginning to break through the windshield. The moment when everything up to that point had compounded and Rocket knew that if they got ahold of him, then all the pain and the dangers his family were facing would be all for nothing really struck me.

And at the very end to have Peter and Mantis go off alone, to have Gamora leave to her family. To have Nebula and Drax continue to build Nowhere, which is likely still the Guardians home-base and their actual home while Rocket is now the captain was also a powerful moment.

Because Rocket is back to where he started with Groot. But Rocket has a home in Nowhere and a family, even if they are scattered all over the Galaxy. And Rocket has a whole new team relying on him with Kraglin, Cosmo, Adam, Groot, and Phyla. I am so proud of how far Rocket has come and I hope he continues to lead the new Guardians on grand adventures before returning home to Nowhere and telling Nebula, Drax, and the children all about their grand stories because honestly, Rocket deserves the universe!!!

[raccoonfallsharder]

Do you consider Rocket to be the most psychologically/emotionally complex character in the MCU? Maybe even a bit outside the MCU? 'Cause like, I do love Nebula and Loki, but seeing some people say that they had the best arcs and not mention Rocket at all is a bit saddening. Nebula had a significant part of her development basically skipped (the five years) and Loki practically speedran his organic character growth by watching a youtube clip of his death (I know there's more to it than that, but it still doesn't feel very satisfying).

Would love to hear your thoughts on this though!

baby raindrop, little chickadee, you perfect sprinkle ~

this is a complex question and i'm going to give you a complex answer. sorry you knew exactly what you were getting when you came to my asks (and i love it, thank you ♡ thank you ♡). this is messy and ill-thought-out, just a complete vomit of thoughts into my phone right now

so i'm going to (try to) answer two things here. the first is your actual question: is rocket the most psychologically/emotionally complex character in the mcu + maybe beyond? then i am going to share why i think he gets overlooked, which wasn't really your question but i can never shut the fuck up ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

so. is rocket the most psychologically/emotionally complex character in the mcu + maybe beyond?

i think this depends on whether you believe a character is only what a writer puts on paper (or on the screen).

rocket has the most psychologically and emotionally developed narrative in the mcu, for sure (imo). but that's not quite the same as being the most complex.

let's take captain america, for example. arguably the most boring character in the mcu. but this guy does have complexity - complexity that was never realized on screen. there was so much opportunity for the mcu to do something with him beyond a brief mention of peggy dying, or a joke about him recognizing a wizard-of-oz reference. like, that's fucking sad?? the whole world has changed? he's lost everyone he ever loved? but we're gonna boil it down to a list of movies he's trying to watch to get caught up on pop culture, and maybe a particularly devastating blow to a punching bag.

i think the complexity is there for almost every character in the mcu pantheon, but it is consistently ignored in favor of putting explosions on the screen. i would argue that rocket is the mcu character whose story has been told the most personally and the most lovingly, with the most attention to his experience and how it makes him move through the world, and that is why it seems the most complex.

want better characters? hire writers who are personally invested in those characters. i will say it a million times. i will scream it from the rooftops. disney, hire me (jk jk).

i do have a lot of loki thoughts but i don't want to derail from rocket here. but i'll share separately if you want!

now. why does everyone overlook rocket? honestly, because gunn did too good of a job lol. i'm kidding. mostly.

look, part of rocket's whole thing (his trauma, his characterization, his history) is that he is overlooked and underestimated, since day one, by almost everyone that ever came in contact with him except batch 89, groot senior, and maybe groot junior and nebula. oh and maybe thor.

we can blame that on his appearance, his social class, his general scrappiness, the stereotype of a lack of hygiene (raccoons are actually naturally pretty hygienic, grooming themselves like cats and digging latrines), or his bad attitude, but it's such a baked-in part of his character that like. of course the audience does it too. people dismiss this guy all the time (fellow characters as well as audiences) because he's fucken raccoon scrounging for units. (similarly, i think this relates to why people read tony's "tech-genius" moments more clearly than rocket's: because classism.)

this, combined with the fact that i think gotg has more niche appeal than the wider mcu (wild to me), means people just don't think of rocket the way they should when it comes to weighing out character development and progression.

rocket raccoon will always, always be overlooked and underestimated. but i think if we can take anything from the movies, it's this: it doesn't fucking matter.

he's still learned how to be happy, regardless of what other people think.

[oswildin]

What other Marvel stuff do you like? if anything

I’m generally an overall fan of Marvel’s MCU (probably more so pre-endgame, but I grew up on that stuff in my teens, so I hold that with nostalgia.)

But I really loved GOTG, Nebula is an underrated character that I adore. Her and Rockets friendship is so special to me. I’m loving Agatha All Along so far, really love her character. Hawkeye is also a show I didn’t expect to like, but that is one of my top 3 series. I like Wanda a lot, enjoyed the series but I wasn’t as much of a fan of it as others were (it’s all personal preference tho, isn’t it).

I overall loved the Thor franchise the most (we don’t talk about Love + Thunder), and no not just for Loki, I just love the difference of it compared to the other superhero movies. I also love Spider-Man (all of them), but my fave has to be Andrew Garfield’s. I sobbed when he appeared in No Way Home. Into the Spider-Verse is also great, I love the animation so much.

I’m looking forward to Thunderbolts, I think it will be a similar dynamics to GOTG between the group, found-family type vibe. I’m struggling to find characters that I really want to invest in, but so far Agatha, Yelena and Kate are my top 3 that I really hope become main players in the MCU. (Yelena seems like she will be for sure).

[konako]

After seeing the latest "marvel girfset" you reblogged, i wanted to ask, have you been able to see "The Marvels"? Are you planning to if you haven't? or... what did you think about it if you didi? ^^ I personally loved it tbh, haven't enjoyed a marvel movie in a long time sadly, but this was REALLY good. 💖

OOOOH YEAH, BABEEEY! ✨

Oh, my god. I was counting the days for it!! That was what my year was all about, essentially. No other month mattered. I just wanted to survive until November, any extra life after that was a sweet bonus, I was that excited— I watched it on the opening day here, the 9th. I was there an hour and a half too early. Had to wait outside the movie theater. Then I was the first one to walk in, first to sit down. I was READY. Dramatically so.

And... I love it so much. I loved it so, so much! I'm weak just thinking about it.

The first film got me truly invested in Carol's character. More so than any other MCU character. (Yeah, even Nebula, gasp!). Everything about her character worked wonderfully for me, every tiny bit of her, a perfect glowing storm in my eyes. (It also helped that I admire and respect the hell out of Brie Larson, her stance on a lot of things and her many efforts to better the industry and world we live in. So that carried over to the character, enriched the story, and elevated the entire work.)

Every storyline in the first movie had me permanently hooked: her deep, defining relationship with Maria, her charming friendship with Fury, how she was a parent figure in Monica's life; the background to her strength, her bravery, her sacrifice; her abuse at the hands of the Kree and what that brainwashing did to her, what was stolen from her mind and the parts of her heart that could never be changed; the crushing weight of her responsibilities with such massive power. All of it! I was READY to see it develop further in her second movie.

And I was FED.

As soon as they started sharing the promo photos of the movie, early in the year, I already knew I wouldn't be the same after I watched it. Shit, even before then! In WandaVision, and the introduction of Adult Monica! The tension they hinted at, in Monica's relationship to Carol. The resentment, the hurt, the sadness; Even Kamala's part to play in Carol's inhuman responsibilities, adding to her struggles to be vulnerable, fallible, human. Oh, god, what a feast for her character!!

I won't go into excruciating detail into every little single thing that I loved about this movie (I'll save that for another time), but just know there is a lot.

My only unfulfilled wish (and it's insane that an MCU movie, in 2023, managed to fulfill, like, 90% of my wild fan desires....) was that... we could have had more time with them. Those extra 15 minutes missing from the 2 hour mark? I wanted them, selfishly. (No, not for action scenes, those were perfect as they were.) I wanted to see much more of the Trio's dynamic, how they grew closer and overcame their conflicts and struggles. Most importantly, I wanted that conversation between Monica and Carol — the one that was the true start to healing their broken relationship — to be longer. I wanted them to really dig into the difficult feelings buried deep. Monica's disappointment and hurt, and Carol's guilt and regret. Monica's expectations and Carol's responsibilities. And how much the two of them missed Maria. </3

For that reason, I'm desperately hoping for bonus features and deleted scenes in the future! Who knows? From the looks of it, it's okay to dream!

Anyway, that's it. For now.

[doctordiscord123]

[Nebula is seen actively trying to open a window]

I was thinking about the DA. I don’t remember if they’re a main point in many of your fics but you know WKM so you would at least understand. Keeping in mind that in my mind, the “viewer/captain/co-heist-er/date??” in all of the stories is the same. That’s the same person to me. I have no idea if this is canon and I’m too invested in this particular idea to care atm

[the window opens and Nebula wrestles both itself and a comically large pinbord/corkboard into the building. The board is strung up Detective Abe style with red string and everything]

Keeping in mind as I said that the DA, the captain,, you know, “you” in these stories, they’re the same person, I wonder how the FUCK they feel after the events of WKM. Obviously confused, betrayed not only by Actor but by Damien and Celine, most likely, seeing how they were promised freedom and they got shoved into a mirror for being trusting. (My personal secondary headcanon that doesn’t really matter here is that the DA never got out of that mirror, in any way, and all the adventures are just memories and what-ifs in their mind, but as I said, not important here)

They’re confused, they’re lost, they don’t know what the fresh fuck is going on. I was trying to pin down exactly what they would likely do with these emotions, when I had the idea that that’s why we have so many choices. You can make silly choices, try to make smart ones, end up killing many or saving everyone or anything in-between, and that’s because the DA is so fucking conflicted and confused about everything going on. They don’t know why or HOW they’re in a spaceship, on a date, ect.,,, so they’re equally as likely to try to help or sabotage everyone, which is why we have so many different paths. That or their emotions are so volatile that if given the chance to choose again, of course they would choose differently, their opinions have changed since they were last here. They’re so unstable so of course the decisions they make are as well.

Feel no need to answer if you don’t want to, but 1) does this make any. sense , and if not, I would like to try to explain in a better way somehow 2) what are YOUR fresh and cool thoughts about the DA if you have any.

Also. Thank you for reading this. I was floating without a hyperfixation while waiting for Hazbin/Helluva Boss episodes and then I was like hm! I could watch some Markiplier stuff! And now I am Back and the special interest has me fully in its grasp

-Nebula

The DA does make in appearance in a few of my fics, their name is Danny for me and they are very very very very angry <3 absolutely boiling, still stuck in the mirror, and very pissed at Dark for shoving them up in the attic alone for several decades XD I believe the first fic they show up in is called the Past’s Reflection? Something like that XD I like to interpret that the DA is occasionally yoinked out of the mirror by the Actor for these adventures, Dark follows along to skulk and throw a wrench in things, Wil just thinks it’s fun, and the other egos are mostly oblivious. The Entity that’s split up between them all (but mostly the Actor and Dark) is pretty God-like to me, in terms of something so powerful to fuck up a whole group of people like that just by being near It, so! I have many thoughts about the Entity, I have a whole oc I’ve made up to represent it.

I like your interpretation of why the choices are so volatile and sprawling! It’s very very cool!!!

[super-hero-confessions]

The High Evolutionary >>> Kang.

And before any of y'all scream "anti-blackness" (God I hate how that word gets thrown around even when black people are not mentioned) or that I'm "pitting two black villains against each other" (since y'all claim to be anti-racist yet all you guys see is skin color and race, nothing more, screw everything else) I want to say no. T.H.E. >>> Kang for a very simple reason.

T.H.E. is a villain who has no redeemable qualities which is so rare nowadays. I do like complex and sympathetic villains, I think it's cool for the media to explore all the grey areas, but I also like villains you can straight up hate. Those who put the "bad" in bad guy. Besides Puss in Boots The Last Wish, I can't remember the last time a mainstream movie did this. Hell, even Bowser in the Mario film has a redeemable quality in the form of a frickin' awesome song. Anyone who has watched GOTG Volume 3 knows T.H.E. has no redeemable traits. Sure, he seems emotionally invested in what he's doing, and sure, he's charismatic, but he's just so utterly despicable.

He wasn't manipulated or influenced by bigger villains like Loki or Nebula were, he wasn't reacting to inequality like Killmonger or Namor, he wasn't wronged by more powerful people like Hela or Mysterio. He wasn't hurting like Ava Starr. He wasn't corrupted by money like Obadiah Stane or by magic like Agatha Harkness and Wanda Maximoff. He didn't even have emotional attachments to other characters like the two cruelest MCU villains, Thanos and Ego (Gamora and Meredith Quill respectively).

None of that. He was just crazy and had a God complex and you just want to run from him or beat his ass or both. Also he just happens to be in the same MCU phase as Kang. So yeah, T.H.E. > Kang.

[astromechs]

I'm not really into any ships for gotg so I don't have real investment in what people are doing or not, but I will say I ran across a few comments on YouTube and Instagram where some guys were all "Gunn should have killed off either Nebula or Gamora and then hooked Peter up with whoever was left". At first I was going to laugh it off. But I thought about it more and in actuality it's not funny. Women aren't exchangeable and the lack of understanding that both of them are individuals who have their own lives and purpose beyond serving as some sort of partner or bed warmer for Peter is not cool. The ignoring of Gamora's death isn't cool either. She's not some bug that got squashed like no big deal. Vol 3 had a lot of flaws to me, but I felt it got the lingering grief on Peter's part really really right. He's not looking to hop in bed with whatever warm body he finds and Gamora clearly wasn't some random warm body easily forgotten. Along with this I saw some other comments about how Nebula has come so far so she deserves love and Peter should love her with Gamora gone. I'm not going to debate anyone on Nebula deserving to be loved because of course she does. But it's weird to me that the solution to that for anyone would be that means she somehow needs to be given her sisters grieving boyfriend's love while ignoring her own relationship with her sister. Plus there is no hierarchy on who deserves love more and I hate the implication there has to be some tug of war between Gamora and Nebula deserving love and happiness. They both survived living through a nightmare of a childhood and one of them is legit starting to get her life back after murder/time travel insanity. Leave them both alone to love eachother.

oh my god.

women are not interchangeable, women are not interchangeable!!!!!!!!! i'm so glad i didn't see these comments myself, i would've gone into a blackout rage right then and there on the spot ghfjdks

gamora and nebula both deserve love and happiness in whatever way it means for them, and the fact that the fandom is pitting them against each other just like thanos pitted them against each other really grinds my gears. enough already, fandom. enough.

(also agreed with you on vol 3 — the movie has some flaws and i had some issues with it, but one of the things i really liked was its portrayal of peter's lingering grief for gamora and how much he genuinely loves her, how much he genuinely loves her enough to accept one who doesn't remember him and ultimately let her go. that was beautiful.)

[caatws]

I'm not sure my thoughts on Gamora and vol 3 will be welcome because I'm not a die hard fan. But I do think after reading the many questions and comments about it there is one crucial thing people are missing that maybe would help others see why Gamora's treatment in vol 3 isn't so great.

In Infinity War Gamora's death reduced her to a tool for Thanos and to make him sympathetic. This was obviously horrible. But the more concerning issue is how the mcu never moved away from using her as a tool.

In Endgame she primarily exists to show how far Nebula has come in her development. We see the contrast between past and future Nebula but also how future Nebula has grown in regards to her relationship/feelings towards Gamora. There are some decent story elements for Gamora too and Endgame would have been a new starting point if vol 3 had used it as a stepping stone to build a bigger story focused on her. But that's not what went down.

Instead vol 3 brings her in primarily to have a push and pull dynamic that serves as a way for Peter to start healing. You'll notice hardly anyone else interacts with her. We never get to explore or hear about her time after Endgame. How the guardians coped with her future selfs death is completely absent from the plot. That's because non of this matters to the story since her purpose is mostly bringing Peter closure. Her dynamic with the ravagers is barely explored because they don't exist to be a real fleshed out family. They exist for her to have a place to go back to once everything is done. There are a few strong moments for Gamora but it's like she's kept from fully integrating so that we as the audience will let go and come to not care the same way most of the guardians don't care.

Gamora was one of the strongest characters over the course of vol 1/2 and the start of Infinity War. She was a survivor who had hurts and pains as well as healing and growth. She formed the guardians. She supported and maintained the family they became. She mended her relationship with Nebula and had a lot of heart. She exemplified the themes of gotg. Then because of Thanos they tossed all that and her over a cliff. It's awful, but what makes it crushing is that they never went on to have her family mourn her and never bothered to have any real investment in her past self coming to the future. She mostly stayed the tool Thanos turned her into. It's also upsetting that they didn't further explore her relationship with Nebula given it was one of the most defining relationships for both of them. Instead they have Nebula become part of the family and be treated as if she's always been there helping and supporting them while both past and future Gamora were treated like some outsider they all barely knew and didn't care about.

Like I said I'm a casual fan so maybe I don't count but I think the way Gamora ended up being handled from her death onward is some of the most thoughtless and mean treatment I have seen for a character. Especially one who was an abuse survivor. (I'm sorry this is long but I wanted to break down all the points as clearly as possible)

your pov is definitely welcomed and encouraged here anon! i think there's a lot of value in considering perspectives of more casual fans with this as well bc it can rly show the extent of the issue. like, it's one thing if the more diehard fans are the only ones to find an issue with a work, as that suggests the issue could be more on the nitpicking side of things, but if all kinds of viewers with different amounts of familiarity with and investment in the work are seeing the same issues, then that probably more strongly indicates that those issues exist.

so in a way, it's validating to hear that others are finding these issues—which you laid out so clearly and thoughtfully, thank you!—without necessarily having the same close relationship with the franchise.

[themculibrary]

Movie Night Masterlist

A Night In (ao3) - shyheadbanger bucky/steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Based off of this prompt: Imagine your OTP falling asleep during a movie night and waking up tangled in each other, early in the morning.

Steve, Bucky, and Tony watch a movie in bed after a long mission. Nothing but fluff.

Atlantean Analysis (ao3) - bluerosele steve/tony G, 2k

Summary: The Avengers are dorks who bond in dork ways; from almost causing war over a board game, to weekly movie marathons. When Steve is left alone sulking with disney movies and puppy cap eyes, Tony has to fix it and join in.

even bad boys cry during the lion king (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor bucky/scott G, 1k

Summary: Bucky Barnes somehow finds himself dating Scott Lang, someone who is totally the opposite of him, but they make it work, until Scott finds out Bucky has never seen a Disney movie before. He makes it his mission to change that.

in which the avengers have a movie night and tony sits out (ao3) - genesis_frog N/R, 1k

Summary: They just wanted to watch the movie, but no, the power has to keep going out. And only in some rooms! Thanks, Tony.

Just Your Average Avengers Movie Night (ao3) - surprisinglyokaytea steve/bucky, clint/natasha G, 661

Summary: Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Sam all watch a movie together. The whole cuddling thing happens.

Louder Than Words (ao3) - ARGHHHHHH steve/tony G, 858

Summary: Domestic Avengers movie night, post 2012 Avengers.

Movie knight (ao3) - smalllittlepopsicle G, 1k

Summary: Steven is invited to the Avengers movie night by Peter Parker 😺

Prompt: movie night

Movie Night (ao3) - Wolf5bane G, 1k

Summary: Peter spends the night for the first time at the Tower with Tony, and finds more out about his room.

Movie Night at Avengers Tower (ao3) - Mysterious_L bruce/natasha G, 287

Summary: The Avengers decide to have a movie night to update Steve on popular movies and pop culture references.

Movie Night with the Avengers (ao3) - PinkAvidReader G, 2k

Summary: Scott Lang gets invited to an Avenger hangout. They’re all there - even Thor - plus Stark’s personal intern, Peter Parker. Whatever could possibly occur?

Surprises and Secrets revealed to the group.

Movie Special (ao3) - shenala steve/bucky, pepper/tony, clint/natasha, jane/thor G, 1k

Summary: The Avengers have a Christmas movie night.

Step by Step (ao3) - Malvoish nebula/peter G, 1k

Summary: Nebula and Peter met to watch a movie but are more invested in their own feelings.

plays after GOTG3 with the small difference that Peter never left for earth or just postpones it

Stupid For You (ao3) - thorgodoflesbians clint/scott T, 2k

Summary: When Steve suggested a movie night, what Clint didn’t expect was to have a lap-full of Scott Lang by the end, although he wasn’t necessarily opposed to it.

The essence of love (ao3) - jedifox peter/adam T, 1k

Summary: Peter and Adam cuddle on the couch after a movie night with the guardians and Peter’s curious about Adam.

There's No Such a Thing as Avengers' Movie Night (ao3) - Katbelle pepper/tony, peggy/steve, bruce/betty T, 3k

Summary: There's no such a things as Avengers' movie night. They do, however, watch movies together every Friday. And sometimes they cry, when a movie hits too close to all the repressed feelings they have. But it's all in the name of science and team-building exercises, really.

viii. (disco) fever (ao3) - tempestaurora T, 1k

Summary: “Please don’t make me watch this,” Peter whined, moving to lean on Tony as he did so.

“No can do, buddy,” Tony said. “It’s movie night. It’s May’s turn. Law is, we have to watch this.”

“Don’t act like you’re not excited,” Pepper commented, pulling her feet up onto the cushions. “You’ve been humming Stayin’ Alive all day.”

Tony grinned. “That’s because it’s got a great soundtrack. I am excited. May’s turns are the best turns.”

May’s turns were the worst turns.

[curejiraiya]

With nothing better to do I've spent the last 3 or so hours thinking about Rainbow Live. I think it actually might be my favorite anime ever.

It hits all the marks. Strong, relatable and brilliant main characters. A cast of male characters who I relate to on a deeper level. Some of the best music I've ever heard in idol anime. A deep plot that keeps you invested the whole way, but also leaves room for your interpretations. Takes on real life issues that actually matter and aren't shallow. Little to no filler, all the episodes move the plot or the characters forward.

I have a hard time picking favorites. For awhile my favorite anime was Ojamajo DoReMi, but despite it's many many strengths I cannot deny that in its 200 ep run there were some less favorable episodes. Then it was Waccha PriMagi. I truly love PriMagi, but it slowed to a crawl during the elements arc for seemingly no reason, and only picked itself back up in the back half. The show desperately needs a season 2, and imo PriPara and PriChan's best seasons were the second one; so it could do so much. But alas.

I feel like Rainbow Live left an imprint on me that I'll never shake. This is one of the first anime that I feel extremely compelled to rewatch. I genuinely love these characters, they live rent free in my head.

It's not a perfect anime. Pretty Rhythm itself has always had some rough around the edges themes. There's an air of misogyny from the writers room that definitely taints a few moments. No where near as bad as Aurora Dream, but still not tasteful. Some of the character designs are rough, they definitely improved with their next series. But their willingness to be real, and not coddle these characters, spoke to me on another level.

Also the biggest problem with the show is Hiro and Kouji are madly in love but they try to say Kouji's straight. Like c'mon. Also all the OPs and EDs are pretty bad. Sorry.

I spent a really long time today ranking all the songs, and I'll post that ranking sure, though without my complex reasoning that I spent hours debating in my head some of the places will probably seem off, but if you have never seen the show and are interested this is my second favorite song (my first favorite is absolutely tainted in bias.)

I cannot deny that the outfits in this show are inherently worse than PriPara's, but everything else in the visuals meets or succeeds it's standard. This show can be genuinely beautiful at times. This song, the choreograpy, the Prism Live, whatever the heck is going on with Kouji, it just pulled me in.

Anyway I could talk a ton about Rainbow Live, it's the best show I've ever watched to it's completion. Maybe I'll post more at some point. (I post about KouHiro constantly but I cannot deny that's from more of a King of Prism perspective; I love King of Prism but it's not a show I'd recommend without knowing your tastes first.)

Finally, here's all of the songs ranked from my least favorite to favorite. (I did this at 6am in wordpad I hope I spelled them all right.)

Least Favorite: Vanity Cologne

Sweets Time Cooking Magic

Blowin in the Wind

Hato Iro Toridori

Rosette Nebula

nth Color

Get Music

Gift

Sevendays Love Sevendays Friend

Alive

Freedom

Cherry Picking Days

Reboot

Little Wing Beautiful Pride

Pride

Dosha Buri Happy

Bt37.5

Favorite: Athletic Core

[onmywaytofanfic]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Ahhh!!! This is a very difficult question!!!Thank you very much for dropping in my ask, they are always open!!! And also appreciating that you make me think so much

Hmmm right now I would say that both first parts of the comic that I am doing are two of my favourite things so far!!! It may not be full fanfic,because it is not a 100% writing but it is both writing and drawing. https://www.tumblr.com/onmywaytofanfic/720942200190566400?source=share

Then hmmm.. I ll say that BAND AU I just love, adore, whatbit is going on in this AU!!! I love what it is been made and all the people involved that allowed me to use their OC's in thid AU to create this story!!! Here is the first chapter if you want to read it!!

https://www.tumblr.com/onmywaytofanfic/714254201001213952/it-has-been-a-preassure-that-you-have-allowed-me?source=share

The third is Eiko and Ibiki!!! This one is hard, I may not have much in here but I have it in my mind and in my safe files!! My friends have suffered a lot of it. One of the most painfuls here is the Pain Arc Scene...It is hard, I can't phantom one without the other. They were born to be together

https://www.tumblr.com/onmywaytofanfic/717017820056207360/ibiki-x-eiko-pain-war-arc?source=share

The fourth one is a hard one but Chaoter 3 from Untold ):

As it can be seen I have stopped writing about Reina and Shino, this ship is getting hard to deal with. I am having problems, feeling odd about them and sad when I write about them. I believe that this cahoeter in which a huge misunderstanding leads to Reina having a broken hesrt, soeaks volumes about how I feel about them and how she feels with him. As a huge mess, unworthy and broken. She feels that she can't be with him and so do I feel like I can't or shouldn't publish them nor work on them. Luckly Reina has found someone that really iluminates her and makes sense...it just makes everything smooth, loving and charming. A clue about this new partner? Maybe...even the nee cannon ship for her? Who knows! But...here is the clue @succikko-nebulae wonderful Jirobo!! ( This is not a clue this is directly who he is)https://www.tumblr.com/onmywaytofanfic/722578140260646912/my-baby-look-at-him-he-is-just?source=share

And here is the chapter

https://www.tumblr.com/onmywaytofanfic/699494802338775040/untold-shino-x-oc-chapter-3-girls-night?source=share

Although it is not longer the main cannon...I wish to go back go it and study it better, I think there are lots of things that can be saved, or so I believe. On top of that...I want to explore it better I think I can give this some proper development. Here is part of what it used to be Reina. I believe, that although it is no longer what I pay more attention to nor work properly... It is my origins, ny beginnings in the fandom as a creator (although I believe that this word is quite big for me). I may not be as proud nor invested on it as I used to, like with the Untold stuff but still...it is the beginning. Of what? Who knows how Reina would end.

https://www.tumblr.com/onmywaytofanfic/696080207310913536/chapter-1-it-is-just-a-storm?source=share