#And I still hate her desing

[glorioustragedykid]

Saw Elementals today (because of my family).

I liked the environment and some of the music (mostly the ones played on the fire side of city) but I REALLY didn't like the romance and I still don't like the design and stylization of the water and fire people.

Overall, is a 5/10 for me. Not as torturous as I thought, but still kinda weak.

Also, enjoy my old edit of them.

[anonymouscheeses]

Gay people cant be mad at echuther no more they gotta be doin somthn weird like ts 💀🙏

(Aka my redesigns bein zesty but i had no idea wt to do wit Chloe)

(TUMBLR FKN RUINED THE QUALITY. TAP 4 BETTER QUALITY OMFG 😭)

(Might delete, i hate this drawing alot ☹️)

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓪

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Main Masterlist

Pairing: Best Friend!Steve Rogers x Plus size! Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Trapped in a prison of your husband and your mother’s expectations, haunted by the memory of your best friend, your only comfort is the ghost in your garden.

You thought you would never see him again but when he unexpectedly returns home from the war after 12 years, you’re not prepared for what’s to come.

wc: 6k

Warnings: Feminism doesn’t exist in this fic,  the story is set between 1950-1965, fertility issues, detailed mention of miscarriage, body shaming (not from Steve), implied boner and handjob, violence, terms of endearment (I got carried away jsjs), detailed sexual abuse attempt (not from Steve), domestic violence, flashbacks and small time jumps (I hope it’s not confusing lmao), changing POVs (again, I hope it’s not confusing lmao), please let me know if I missed anything! more warnings to be added in part II.

a/n: This is my entry to @witchywithwhiskey 's Slasher Summer writing challenge, with the prompts: small town and stalker. I've poured my heart and soul into this fic, I had so many ideas I had to cut the fic in half so part two will be posted soon I hope (but it won't be part of the wc given that it ends today hehe) I hope you like it 👉🏼👈🏼

This is not beta'd any and all mistakes are my own.

“Move” your mother reprimanded.

You wanted to, you did, but your body wouldn’t listen, your chest was so heavy you felt trapped under the covers.

The sky was so blue, it reminded you of the blue puppies you once had in the garden. You cried all night when you came home from a trip to find them wilted and forgotten by your husband, they were the same shade as those eyes… every time you tended to them, it was like he was looking at you.

“Speak! Do something!” she hissed, the blue sundown behind her, tainted the room slate, and her black eyes became even darker. You noticed as she screamed in your face that her breath smelled of cigarettes, normally you’d be cowering in fear or trying to appease her but you remained frozen not even blinking.

Letting out a snort she wipes the sweat off your forehead with a cloth, “Look at yourself”, the woman grimaced, did you truly look so ghastly? 

You wished she would just leave you, your mother was a busy woman, she had other things to do than take care of you… you hate to bother her.

“if you get any bigger people will know”, you vaguely hear her words,  you tried to care but the sky was so beautiful, so peaceful, something you appreciated given your current state. Your whole body ached and nausea kept you awake every night, you were exhausted, and yet sleep never came.

“You reap what you sow darling, you must've done something to dese- You should be thanking God John hasn’t left you yet! he won’t put up with this for long, he wants a wife, not this” Her hand points to you in bed with a scowl on her lips.

Tears start streaming down your face, you wish the shadows in your room swallowed you. As saliva gathers in your tongue you feel like you’re about to throw up but your body still wouldn’t move. 

She’s still rambling on about your failures as a woman, pacing around the room, so you take a frame from under your pillow, it was a photo of him and you.

Sophomore year, both of you sat on a bench just outside of your high school, he looked so handsome, you remember it well. Right after fall break, he wore a wool waistcoat that was much bigger for his skinny figure, and his hair was perfectly combed.

Both of you smiled from ear to ear, he was hunched over while you sat up straight with your knees resting on his.

It felt like it was a lifetime ago, instead of 12 years, you didn’t particularly enjoy high school, but Steve Rogers made it memorable.

Once upon a time you lived in the same neighborhood since you were 8 years old, the first time you saw him he was having an asthma attack as he crashed his bike into some trash cans. You ran to his side and quickly introduced yourself, his scrawny hand shook yours back before you took the white ribbon from your dress and pressed it against his bleeding forehead.

He instinctively reached for his head and your fingers grazed him for just a second, eyes so focused on yours, you realized he was scared, so your other hand reached to comfort him… sometimes you think you’ve held hands ever since, and neither of you could let go.

You couldn’t be separated even if your parents threatened and bargained, inseparable would be an understatement. After the accident, Steve found a kindred spirit and comfort in your friendship, while you discovered fierce loyalty and kindness. 

It was strange that, at such a young age you felt drawn to Steve, and you knew he did too, as children it only made you want to spend every second of every day together.

You’d spend summers, riding your bikes all over town despite your mother’s scorn, listening to Billie Holiday records in Grandma Rogers’ dusty old house, reading in the library until it closed, playing tag in his living room while his mother baked in the kitchen, hiding in his basement every time your dad picked you up. 

When the days you spent together weren’t enough, you begged for sleepovers, your sister had them all the time after all, but your mother thought it improper for a boy to sleep over, so eventually, you fashioned a sheet rope for Steve to climb once everyone had gone to bed, and then he’d sleep by your side.

Some nights you’d whisper what you imagined the past was like, both of you were passionate about history, sometimes Steve would caress your hair while you sobbed into his shoulder, cursing to hell all belts, but most nights you would stay silent, holding hands until you fell asleep, once the sun was up, Steve’s side of the bed was always empty.

This went on for years, even in high school, your love for each other only grew, despite the silly arguments like you spending more time studying than with Steve, or him always getting a black eye never knowing when to stand down. 

The both of you knew this was forever, and there was nothing you could do or say that would make either of you leave.

You tried getting out of his hold, squirming and pushing, if it were anyone else you’d be suffocated, “G-osh Stevie for someone so lean, you sure are strong” you huffed and puffed.

“If my mother finds us cuddling she’ll never let you see me again” You laughed, but you weren’t kidding, young ladies were never to engage in inappropriate behavior with boys your mother would always tell you.

“Yeah, I’d like to see her try” Steve grunted, almost possessively, his arms only squeezing you further into his chest, you couldn’t breathe but it wasn’t because of his bruising hold, chills went down your spine, and butterflies flew in your stomach.

You chose to ignore his comment and what it made you feel, “We have to go soon, Bucky won’t wait for us forever and he’s our ride”, finally you felt Steve’s arms relax but his hands remained on your back, rubbing it.

Catching him off guard, you free yourself and jump out of bed, quickly running to your mirror to check if your hair still looks good and to your relief it does. As you turn back you catch a glimpse of him adjusting his pants which makes your cheeks burn hot, you didn’t understand why that made you proud, and it isn’t the first time it’s happened, but Steve reassured you it was normal…

You weren’t brave enough to ask him if it was normal that you wanted to touch it.

As you walk out to your porch, Steve’s hand reaches for yours, “Promise you won’t stray too far from me, God knows what kind of people Tony invites to his parties”, his eyes search yours for something, you don’t know what, so you nod while your thumb caressed his knuckles, Bucky was already on your driveway honking the horn without any regard for your neighbors. 

“You’re lucky my parents are out of town Barnes!” you laugh as Steve opens the door for you, once everyone has their seat belts on, per your request, you head to Stark Manor.

After a short drive, you enter Tony Stark's ancestral home, it seems like the whole high school was invited. You never liked parties all that much, and neither did Steve but you thought socializing with other people besides each other would do you good, your mother insisted on it.

Swallowing a nervous gulp, you instinctively reached for Steve’s hand, just for a few seconds but then Peggy Carter jumped into his arms with a red smile and an even more gorgeous red dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

She was an exchange student, she was relatively new to the school but she quickly befriended your little group of friends, with her London charm and wit.

Your heart sank to your stomach and a knot formed in your throat when you saw his hands on her sides. Why were you jealous? he’s your friend you had to remind yourself, Steve couldn’t always be by your side, you knew this… and yet you couldn’t help the sickness brewing deep in your stomach when Peggy’s hands roamed all over Steve.

It was obvious Peggy liked him, but Steve’s reluctance to take her hand gave you a moment of relief, but then he was gone, lost in the sea of people. You hugged yourself as you considered asking Bucky to take you back home, but he already had his tongue down Dot’s throat.

Against your better judgment and Steve’s warnings, you found yourself in the bar, admiring all the bottles of liquor that came in different shapes and sizes, the one called Unicum caught your attention but as soon as you smelled it, you put it away.

“Not a fan I take it?” a voice comes from behind, following it, you find the host himself wearing a black turtle neck along with a blazer that hugs him just right, his brown eyes slowly studying you while he takes a sip of his drink.

Putting back the bottle, you chastised yourself for picking it up in the first place, “I’m sorry, this is expensive, I shouldn’t have touched it, I’m- I’m sorry” you sputtered.

You were nervous, but you realized you liked the attention, Tony was every girl’s dreamboat and the fact that his eyes were so focused on your body was thrilling.

With a sly smirk, he walks closer to you, “Don’t you worry Honeybun, that’s my father’s drink, break the damn thing if you want” he chuckled, “You’re Rogers’ little pet, aren’t you? he leave you all alone?”, he sounded a little drunk already.

Before you could get mad at his nickname, his arm wrapped itself around your waist “I think you’re a sweet-tooth Honeybun, you’re going to love Grasshoppers” he stated, without giving you a chance to refuse.

You were delighted to find out you did love the creamy drink, and after a few of them, Tony started to be less annoying to you, and if you squinted you could pretend he looked like Tony Curtis.

You missed Steve, where is he?

As Tony dragged you to the dance floor, squished between the crowd of drunk classmates, you started to feel suffocated and Tony’s grip on your wrist was starting to hurt, but your head was so fuzzy, and the room was so loud, he probably couldn’t even hear your protest.

Tony finally stops, his hands wander down your back until they’re on your waist, and his fingers dig into your dress, making your heart skip a beat, as he starts swaying you, Steve emerges from the sea of dancing silhouettes.

His smile of relief drops when he sees another man’s hands around your waist, you almost push Tony away in response, but you just put on your best smile.

 “H- Hey I’ve been looking all over for you”, Steve says, his tone is friendly but his eyes darken when Tony pulls you closer to him, making you trip a little, you didn’t have your wits about you, and Steve notices.

“Baby I need to get you home” he almost pleaded, you’re shocked he called you the nickname he only used when you’re alone, his perfect blue eyes had… longing in them? that couldn’t be right, especially when you discover the mark of red lips on his cheek, making your blood boil.

“I don’t want to leave Steve, I’m- I’m having fun with… T-Tony”, you tried to sound unyielding but you could feel the tension rise between the two men, you were never good with confrontation.

“You heard her little man, you shouldn’t have left her all alone if you didn’t want someone to steal her from you”, Tony says matter-of-factly.

Your best friend looks stoic, not moving a muscle, he looks intimidating despite Tony being much taller than him. He’s one step away from invading Tony’s space, but you’re quick to place your hand on his chest, and you immediately feel him relax, his eyes soften too when he turns to you.

“Go back to Peggy, I’m sure she’s waiting for you” is all you say with a wavering smile.

His hand wants to reach for you but all he does is nod before he disappears into the crowd, you’re a little disappointed. The rest of the night is eternal, your feet grow sore, and you had your 4th grasshopper a minute ago so your mind is comfortably numb, but every time Tony gropes your hips, or his fingers trace your cheeks, you feel guilt deep in your stomach, and to your dismay the party only seems to intensify.

As you slow danced you tried to ignore how dizzy you felt, but when the song ended you couldn’t help but let your weight fall into Tony’s arms, he just laughed and reaffirmed his hold on you “C’mon Honeybun don’t tell me you’re sleepy, night’s young! I want to show you something”.

You felt him move you before you could even respond, “Wh-where are we going Steve?” you slurred, not realizing you called him by another name, your question was met with silence, Tony just kept on pulling you across the grand hall.

“I want to show you the pretty flowers in the garden Honeybun, no one will bother us” his smile was wide but it did nothing to ease you, he shushed you while you tried to voice your thoughts.

You felt watched… the night breeze flew by your dress and your skin prickled, but it wasn’t because of the night chill. You were too busy admiring the pastoral landscape to worry, your eyes followed the tree-lined path up to a beautiful pond, with pink roses everywhere, but before you could take a step forward, you were being pushed up against a stone wall.

“Ow! Tony what-” His lips crushed yours before you could finish your sentence, he tasted bitter and unwanted, you tried pushing him away but you were weak, the alcohol in you like heavy chains around your arms and legs.

“Don’t you wanna make me feel good Honeybun?” he slurred in your ear, your stomach filled with dread, you almost gagged, “please stop” you begged, but his hand brutishly covered your mouth “Shut up” he spat while his assault continued down your neck, you could hear his belt coming off and alarms went off in your head, a scared whimper managed to escape his hand.

The party was roaring inside, and the music was muffled by the stone walls, you were sure no one would hear your screams, you sobbed at the realization. You were about to accept your fate but then Tony’s thrown back by the neck and into the dirt, it was Steve! 

Before you could react he was already on top of Tony pummeling him without compassion, animalistic grunts escaping his lips as his knuckles bloodied themselves.

“You don’t fucking touch her!” Steve growled, “You’re going to wish you were dead you piece of shit”, the hits kept coming, and you couldn’t stop watching, it was horrifying watching your best friend become this violent, controlled by his dark impulses, but a small part of you, a part of you that you wouldn’t acknowledge felt satisfaction, pride even…

Tony had been unconscious for a minute now and Steve wouldn’t stop, you were surprised he wasn’t having an asthma attack by now, the sickening sound of his fist meeting beaten flesh brought you out of your thoughts, you quickly ran to Steve to make him stop.

You grabbed his bloody fist in the air “Steve stop, you’re going to kill him” you cried, both of you heaving, you sensed Steve was making an effort to hold back, the blue in his eyes was almost gone, with only rage in them, “He should be six feet under just for putting his hands on you” he gruffed, you didn’t know how to respond so you only nodded, taking his hands in yours, and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

Seeing your blood-stained lips made him feel unlike anything he’d ever felt before, a sense of ownership pleasantly lingered, but as he searched to see if you were harmed, your tear-streaked face made him move off Tony, and take you in his arms, the warmth radiating from him finally calmed you enough to let yourself feel the terror of what could’ve happened to you.

You let it all out onto Steve’s shoulder like you’ve done countless times before… except this was different, you’ve always felt safe with Steve, but after tonight, you also felt protected.

“I won’t let anybody touch you again baby” he lulls, your arms wrap around his neck and instinctively you rub off on his chest, needing to be as close to him as possible, his scent already soothing your soul.

“I promise”, he whispers in your ear and kisses your temple with such tenderness you barely feel his lips… everything is going to be ok.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice,

then kiss me once again 

It’s been a long, long time 

Haven’t felt like this, my dear since I

can’t remember when

It’s been a long, long time 

          ♫ ♪

“He’s back in town” Peggy repeats after you remained silent for an awkward amount of time, you just couldn’t stop replaying this one song in your head…

“Did you even hear what I said?” Peggy’s annoyance startles you, making you drop the cup of tea you were nursing.

She rolls her eyes at you, while she grabs a dishtowel to wipe the spilled liquid, “Steve Rogers is back” she deadpans, carefully observing your reaction.

“So sad Sarah isn’t here to welcome him back home” you whispered, tears threatening to spill at the memory of the woman who took care of you for so long, far more tender than your mother ever was to you.

“Honorably discharged” she continued, probably not even hearing your comment “They even made him a Captain, can you imagine? I-”.

She keeps on talking but it’s all muffled noise to your ears, your mind running a million miles per hour. 

Would you give him a call? 

how much can war change a man? 

would he call you? 

what would you say if you bumped into each other at the supermarket? God, John doesn’t even know about him.

Knowing Steve was home rekindled the heartache you managed to bury in the back of your mind every single day, it took everything in you not to start crying every time you remembered his broken promise, but you learned a long time ago that it was best to keep your emotions under lock and key.

The sound of running water finally distracted you from your consuming thoughts, “Hon are you sure you’re up for visitors?” Peggy sings with faux concern as she does the dishes, “I know you’re still not over the incident but I have to agree with your mother, you need to try harder, this is not normal, when I was preg-”

Willing yourself not to throw the porcelain cup at her head, you grinned, “Maybe we’ll see Steve at the reunion, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see you Peggy”, you sassed behind your stiff smile, but of course, she didn’t notice. Her reaction only confirmed what you suspected, like a little girl her ears perked up and her cheeks turned bright red “It’ll be so good to see everyone again” Peggy tried to conceal her excitement.

“I’m sure your husband will enjoy seeing everyone too” you reminded her, too tired to play nice with her.

Peggy’s eyes widen “You see, I don’t think Tony will be able to attend… you know how he is, always work work work” she laughs nervously.

You know better than that, Tony Stark was a sleazy drunk, you knew it since that night back in high school, but as the years passed, Tony’s attempts to hide his transgressions were feeble, by now the whole town knew every time he went away for business to New York City, he was on a bender gambling, drinking and sowing his wild oats, but Tony’s wealth and power always kept him out of trouble.

“Of course, I’m sure he’ll be back from his business trip just in time for the reunion” You pleasantly smiled before getting up and cutting up a piece of pink azalea cake for her to take back home, far, far away from you.

Once Peggy’s gone you start your chores, it was always the same, wash John’s clothes and press them, hang them by the door for the next day, then clean the windows, wash the curtains, scrub the floors until they’re shining, and never mop, last time you did your husband almost burned your books. Dust his trophy cabinet, sweep the garage, and finally make dinner and keep it in the oven so it’s warm when your husband comes home.

After finishing everything up to John’s liking, you always end up in your garden, the joy of your life besides a good book.

Your garden wasn’t grand or exotic like the other housewives’ gardens, Peggy would often say it was dull or pitiful or both, but in your eyes, it was precious and full of life. 

From hybrid phlox, peonies, and hydrangeas to blue holly bushes, you took care of them with love and tenderness, your garden was your comfort in your darkest days, sometimes the only thing you looked forward to in your day.

But your roses… they were your most prized possession, every day without fail you tended to them, making sure they were safe and felt cared for, sometimes you would even sing to them, your roses were your babies, you could never forsake them like he did you.

You cried as you fertilized the earth for your youngling, your tears fell on the little sprout right next to the other roses, now in full bloom. 

Your mind wandered 9 years back to when you first married John. You couldn’t fight your mother any longer, for years you rejected any suitor she brought, doctors, lawyers, professors, none of them compared to the one person you truly loved. Despite your mother’s constant denial, you hoped Steve would safely return and finally admit the feelings you knew he had for you, and take you far away… 

But it was a silly fantasy, he never wrote, not once since you said goodbye that September night, so long ago, you hated him for it, you never understood why he abandoned you like that, you only knew he was alive because of the letters he sent to his mother, but his beautiful eyes haunted you at night, and when you didn’t dream of him you resented him for it.

Then your mother arranged a date with John Walker, he was young, easy on the eyes, and set to inherit his grandfather’s sugar company which was said to be a very wealthy prospect. He wasn't particularly sweet or charming but his easy-going smile helped you ease your nerves.

The first thing he did when he saw you was take your hand and plant a kiss on your knuckles, he was sturdy and his posture was always rigid, but he had this suave confidence that made you think he owned the entire world.

He offered stability and comfort when you needed it the most, so you forced yourself to love him, you told yourself that he would be a good husband despite not knowing his faults or even his traits,... Steve wasn't coming back, so you decided to trust your mother's judgment.

The first year of your marriage you came to accept the fact that as hard as you tried, you would never feel the same way for your husband as you did for your best friend, but life with John had become comfortably dull. 

You never thought your life would turn like it did… 

As you adapted to married life, you found out John’s easy going smile was a facade, he was strict and expected certain things of you. To please him in every possible aspect, that was a wife's duty after all, he'd turn mean and a brute if you failed in your duties but if you followed the rules, he would leave you be to read your books and tend to the garden. You learned the hard way if he came home to find his clothes wrinkly or God forbid the floors mopped instead of scrubbed, you would suffer the consequences.. 

Eventually, you learned to appease his ego and keep your head down, your days went out painfully slow, and you would dread every time the hands of the clock slowly approached the time of his return, each day you wondered what new insult John had prepared to make you feel inadequate. 

Thinking his temper would placate once you carried his child was naive, you realize that now. The first time you got pregnant you were ecstatic to love someone with your whole heart and soul, and for your love to be returned, but soon there was nothing to tell.

It was difficult to keep it a secret from your husband, like your mother, he crushed you under his expectations, the weight of them almost unbearable, and both, always made sure you knew the disappointment that you were.

But missing his smell, the comfort he provided, missing Steve was the most painful.

Tonight was your high school reunion and you couldn’t stop pacing around the living room, it was almost time to leave and you were still waiting for John to come home and change. Given that it was summer, the nights were hotter so you wore a sleeveless, wide-skirt baby-pink dress, adorned with white lace, pearl earrings, and white gloves as the finishing touch.

You were about to call his office when you heard the car park in the driveway. Too anxious to wait for him, you ran outside ready to greet him with a scotch, “Welcome home dear, please hurry, I left your clothes on the bed. If we leave in five minutes no one will noti-”

John slams the car door before you can finish your sentence, “We’re not going” is all he says without sparing you a look, taking the scotch from your hand and drinking it in one gulp.

“Please John, don’t be like this” you protested, “you said we could-”

“For fucks sake!” your husband snapped, his hand hit the hood of his black Chevrolet Impala, making you jump scared, he treated that car like his baby… the alarms in your head cautioned you to choose your words carefully.

“J-John please, be reasonable, let’s go inside I’ll make you another drink” you pleaded, afraid the neighbors would hear you arguing, the street was busy with kids riding their bikes and people coming in and out of their homes.

“You don’t tell me what to do!” he barked out your name like an insult, his body shaking with anger he had to clench his fists, he took a step forward and you recoiled, making him huff in offense.

He took your wrist with force and jerked you towards him, making you tumble on your heels, “Stop being so dramatic” he reprimanded. You didn’t mean to upset him but you didn’t want to go alone, you couldn’t! John had promised weeks ago he would go.

“I fired over 50 of my best workers because they thought they could do whatever they wanted, I will teach you a fucking lesson too if you keep pushing me” he threatened with malice, tears threatened to spill, you didn’t want to look at him but his hand forced your chin up.

You instinctively shook your head, too afraid to even speak, that only fed his ego and in a second he was dragging you through the pavement and into the house, a sick smile displayed on his face. 

“John you’re hurting me” you panicked, holding onto his arms for some support, as he kicked the door close, he dropped you on the carpet of the living room, you almost hit your head against the tube.

Your husband’s chest heaves above you and before he can touch you again you quickly get on your knees with your head looking up, trying your hardest to make eye contact with the man you feared “I’m sorry!” you repeated over and over, the knot in your throat making it painful to speak.

After a long silence, you see his features relax, you’re flabbergasted by his swift change of attitude, his smile slowly widens and you flinch when his fingers wipe a single tear “That’s what I like to hear Sugar”. 

“You know what I think?” he continued,  “You should be at home trying to get pregnant and start our family instead of running off to a party and see some moron you used to be friends with”.

Nausea overwhelmed you at his implication but your mind spun at the mention of Steve, how on earth did he know about him?! Maybe you weren’t as discreet as you thought.

A stabbing pain on your wrist interrupted your thoughts and you reached for it, John comically pouts “I’m so sorry Sugar, work was just so stressful” he sighed while helping you stand up, your scrapped knees shake as you find your balance. You couldn’t be in the same room as him anymore, but your body wouldn’t move, he didn’t like it when you refused to look at him, so he tilted your chin up.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you go to this thing… I know Tony and Peggy will keep an eye on you”, he grinned, pulled you close to him and kissed your forehead, making your body tense.

You desperately wanted to push him off of you, and you almost did, but it wasn’t a good idea to piss him off further, after tonight, you weren’t sure how far your husband’s cruelty could go. 

“I need to call Peggy” stated, your voice meek, too afraid he would change his mind, “so they can come to pick me up” you clarify, taking John’s silence as your cue, you took a hesitant step back, and briskly walked to the phone in the kitchen, thankful you had some space from him.

After the 5th ring, Peggy finally picked up and without getting into the details, you explained to her why you needed a ride to the reunion, to which she reluctantly agreed. As you waited, you cleaned the scrapes on your knees, if you put on stockings no one would notice, you quickly re-did your makeup and hair, and It wasn’t more than 15 minutes when you heard Peggy’s tootle.

You were almost out the door when John called your name, clearly asserting once more his power over you, letting out a shuddery breath, you turned to face him with your chin held high. 

“Get me a beer” he commanded, too entranced with the boob tube to even bother looking at you, the room went quiet and all you could hear was your heart beating in your ears, you knew what he wanted from you. You wondered if you would ever be free of his torment, but the weight of your wedding ring reminded you of your vows…

Till death do us part.

So you plastered on a graceful smile, walked to the kitchen and returned with an opened can to place in his hand, with a smug smirk, he pats your ass, “off you go” he dismissed, and you promptly did.

The ride to the school was silent, Peggy didn’t question your vacant stare or why you kept rubbing your wrist, her mood seemed sour and you had no intention of untwisting that ball of yarn she called a brain.

As you walked in, you barely recognized the halls you used to walk every day, you remember Steve struggling to open his locker, Bucky flirting with anyone who wore a skirt, skipping Gym class so Steve wouldn’t be all alone in detention.

As you walked into the gym, you admired the decorations, balloons scattered all over the floor, red and pink confetti cascading down on everyone, glimmering under the soft light. You recognized some people but there was so much people, you weren’t even sure you went to class with some of them, the party was in full swing, and people danced as the band played your favorite song.

Never thought that you would be 

Standing here so close to me 

There’s so much I feel that I should say

But words can wait until some other day.

                       ♫ ♪

You are as beautiful as the day he lost you, Steve thought, from all the way across the room, you still hadn’t seen him but he saw you the moment you walked into the room, stealing the air from his lungs.

His heart aches so painfully to be near you he swears it could be a heart attack, he was frozen in place afraid that if he moved you’d disappear, he wonders how long it would take for him to win you back…

Something in you compels you to turn around, and when you do, a gasp escapes you… You couldn’t believe your own eyes, for a moment you didn’t recognize him, he was taller and incredibly broad, nothing like the man you saw last a decade ago, his posture was intimidating, but then you met his eyes, and those were the same. He truly was back, and all those emotions you kept under lock broke free, making your legs move forward before you could think, he immediately did too, and suddenly the both of you were running through the crowd to get to each other.

Without hesitation, you crashed into his arms, and he crushed you to him, easily picking you up, he was definitely stronger. Breathing him in, a sob almost escaped your lips, it was still the same after 12 years, the noise around you drowns out and it’s as if the earth stops spinning altogether… “I’m so sorry you lost your mom”, you whimper, it was the first thing you needed to say.

His hold only tightens, making it harder to breathe, memories of his suffocating embrace making you feel warm inside, you grip the nape of his hair for comfort, “I didn’t get to say goodbye” Steve whispers into your neck. Since you can remember, you always hated when he was heartbroken, his pain was your own, you wished you could take it away. 

“I know”, you nod, before he slowly lets you down, making you realize just how much the height difference is, it made you nervous.

His hands settle on your lower back while yours rest on the sides of his shoulders, you’re so close, he’s hunched over and you’re on your tiptoes, just inches away from his lips,  his nose nudges your own for a moment, making the butterflies in your stomach wild, you feel drawn to each other like magnets. Steve’s leaning in, and like a bucket of cold water, you remember the last 12 years, you remembered how easily he abandoned you, breaking every promise he made to you.

You quickly turn your cheek and you can feel his disappointment boring into your head, taking a small step back, you hold his hand tightly, not redy to let him go yet, and you shake your head, silently telling him you couldn’t kiss him. 

The soldier had half a mind to grab and kiss you, remind you of what you meant to each other, after years and oceans apart he never stopped thinking about you. You both knew from the day  you met , you were his, and he wasn’t going to let anyone get in between the two of you ever again.

But before he could say anything, Peggy Carter approached them.

“Well well, look at you two chums getting reacquainted”, her smile was sickenly sweet, but her eyes told you, you were caught… How long had she been watching? you ask yourself as anxiety settles in your stomach, and then your husband’s words ring in your head.

“I know Tony and Peggy will keep an eye on you”.

Your heart beats incessantly against your chest, and your breathing becomes shallow, she was going to tell John, you realized… and you were terrified of what he would do.

To be continued… 

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[nikox400x]

Kung Fu Panda 4-All the budget went to the animation (spoilers)

Hey all, its me, the guy who everyday make a tour around this site but almost never talk. How are ya?

Two days ago something arrived to the cinema's screens, something that me and everyone were waiting for since 2018, the fourth film and the begginig of the new kung fu panda triology.

You know? When I sat on that theather seat with my friends to see what Dreamworks had prepared for us, I told myself; "Maybe that post I made a while ago throwing shit at what seemed like Kfp 4 was going to be was a bit hard, I hope I can come out regretting what I said that time"

And as soon as the credits ended, it was clear to me, I dont regret a shit. Maybe it was a little exaggerated, compared to what a megamind fan would think about the terrible sequel they made, but still: the film is crappy and boring most of the time. But why?

I'm going to explain some points.

1- Po? Is that you?

I don't know you guys, but i don't think the panda we knew in the end of the third film is the same as this one. Seriously, he share more comparisons with the Po from the legend of awessonless than the one from the films, maybe its a personal thing but it feels that way. At least in the beggining of the film feel like that.

And I don't know what he was thinking about when he decided to follow a thief he doesn't know at all and who tried to steal in his own palace, and that suspiciously know who is the chameleon, whose were her plans, her past, where she lived, where exacly they had to pass through avoiding all the guard inside her home, why the others thiefs of the city hate her so much... With Po's experience with criminals this is like a chef throwing water on a pan with boiling oil, it's obvious what is going to happen.

2- Zheng- Female Nick Wilde but without charisma or half of his intelligence.

I knew it from the first moment I saw Zheng's desing, the people who know me can corroborate that; her facial expressions, her tone while she talk, her animal race, her position as thief, her final when she is part of the justice same as the protagonist... it's clearer than water I think.

Everyone could say this is forgivable if she's smart, but surprise, she's not. This character is just an absurd try of this company for """"conect with infant audience""""(I don't know in what sense, I supose for the cute design, idk). But the point is, the supposed objective of the hollywood companies is give the new generetions better things than we got at their age, but what I see is laziness for write a decent scrip only for take an advantage of a known IP and make easy money. Even the children have quality standars, this is not the dragon warrior and of course this is not kung fu panda.

And talking about the dragon warrior, having our deep and lovely Tigress with her magnific development or Tai Lung back from the spirit realm... why in the hell this character exists?! Oh yeah, for being trending topic in twitter for three days. Yay...

3- The furious five and Shifu, for us : our pretty boys, and for Dreamworks: living jokes.

What made Kung Fu Panda what it is, is not the fucking panda, it's them. They're the inspiration for Po, their allies, the royale representation of kung fu and the ones which everything started with.

Po's a comic relief, and his mission is show his development in part using his humor, but the humor in this film barely works because of the lazy script. Something that even the talented Jack Black himself can't fix, beacuse his only role there is dublin his character, unlike the rest of the residents of the Jade Palace except Dustin Hoffman.

Seth Rogen (Mantis) himself even said that he wasn't even contact by Dreamworks in the first place, only for make a scream in the credits, that's sad beacause he really wanted to see Mantis on the screen. And I know and I understand that the five are expensive, but cmon, they could just simply change the voice actors and offset it with a good script but that's not the case of course. Their role in the film is being a counter for Po's constant jokes, for not to saturate the spectator with jokes, now that's not in there anymore, thank you Dreamworks.

4-The chameleoooohhn and her "motivation".

I can't say much, basically because out of her design she's nonsense. She says that because of her size, she was reyected for being a kung fu warrior.

Yeah of course but only one little thing, what about Shifu? Viper, a warrior without tips? Mantis, literally a dawn insect? Master Oogway, a TURTLE? The masters goose? C'mon even there's a fucking master chicken! Don't talk shit chameleon!

Her importance for the plot? Its almost a lie, the others villains had links to important characters; Tai Lung (with his link to Shifu's past), Shen (with his link to Po's past) or Kai (with his link to Oogway's past), all of them related to important characters. And her? To zheng's past and present I guess? But again, anyone know this character. She's like a villain from a Disney show, you know the type of villain who say a lot of things but at the end, she don't support nothing to the lore.

And her personality is like a mix of all the previous villains, and this sounds good right? HAHAH nope. Do you remember when as a child you mixed all the plasticines of all the colors to create the final color and you ended up with a color similar to poop? well that's exacly how her personality feels like.

5- Po's dads; the only reason they're there is because they ran out of characters to make the film.

The tittle itself tell everything, they don't do anything for the script in all the film, and their objective could be done since the start.

The script of the film except for the final looks like a draft which they didn't know how to complete, everyone who watch it can see it perfecly. The animation, the music and the backgrounds are the only things notable here.

6- Tai Lung and the cheapness nostalgia.

Fan service is not necesarry bad, above all if is used in a good way, they sold us Tai Lung as a miracle but his importance for the plot feels just like a Stan Lee cameo, I like Tai Lung I can say that. But this is too weak, Shen and Kai are only characters in the background who don't do nothing except being defeated or make facial expressions (I don't even joke that Shen would show respect to Po considering what we saw in the second movie, and Kai wasn't supposed to be destroyed as a spirit, what the hell is he doing here again? *sign* I'll to stop trying to make sense of this).

By the way, anyone else think that the dragon warrior role is understimated? I mean Shifu obligated Po to transfers the role to another one just because yes, i mean he only has been the dragon warrior for less than 5 years and now they want to replace him with a random. Everything just for at the end, he choosed a thief with at least 30 crimes registred and who was a traitor during the 75% of the movie.

7- The """""""""humor"""""""", except they forgot the parts where I must to laugh.

Seeing nonsense hits only beacuse yes stopped of being funny a long time ago, and no, I don't want to talk about the bunnies of the portrait because I would get sick. I had to go to the cinema drunk to endure the filler that the movie had, no joke, it was the only way to laugh at those jokes.

So I think about applying the same method as in any movie with bad jokes, ignoring the jokes. I tried to do the same thing but with the pace that the film managed, such a thing was impossible, the pace of the movie seems to be made for Tiktoker children with attention deficit. From the chaos in the quarry until Po takes the bitc... uhg fox out of prison, only 10 fucking minutes pass, all of that for what? So that you feel like the baseless information and the nonsensical plot that they tell us is of any use? they could simply make a non-canonical short and that's it, but no, yes or they were going to tell us a story written by rotten old men who spend the entire day watching Tik Tok. It's not going to be that the child who sees this doesn't get bored, we know that much today's children don't have many neurons as they say, but even to make movies for them you have to have a certain talent.

In some point at the beguining Po make a joke about the ausence of the furious five saying that at least he had them in cardboard posters, and this would be a good joke. Only if the stupid film could be prove that the franquise can do something memorable without the furious five, but again, that's not the case.

Don't have any respect for this movie, look what it had with you. I understand that it is enjoyable because of the animation but it does not go beyond that line, it destroys important things about the canon and spoils its teaching about the need for change by treating it in a terrible way.

Coclusion: KFP 4 is just another Po's adventure as Shifu says, it won't tell nothing to you or make you feel different, it's a shame but after Megamind 2 I imagined something like this. It's a dark era for film, expecially the animated one so like Scar said; Be prepare, there're worse things waiting for us.

Do you want something with real quality? You don't even need kung fu panda 1,2 or 3, for make it easy to this film let's take this marvelous example; kung fu panda: secrets of the scroll (2016). You'll say; "An animated short, this is not like-" Shhh Just watch it, you won't regret it.

If you think I'm wrong in something, just rewatch the film. And if still you aren't agreed with me, well, I respect you and I'm happy you like it. I wish I could love it as you do, but that doesn't mean that the movie isn't bad, because if you watch it with your brain on or remembering the previous movies it's terrible.

. Me? I've to write a story, I love you all. Except you, Dreamworks, I'm mad with you, expecially when you do this at the same day as Akira Toriyama's death :(

[caramelarr0w055]

glimmadora and new BFS

well guys i came back with my glimmadora draws because we all miss them.

Also i re-new best friends squad because we know they are four members: Adora, Glimmer Boy and Lonnie :D. Yes Lonnie as you hear and you will ask, " why Lonnie ? " let me tell you my friend about my headcanon AU Lonnie and Adora are besties but Lonnie always felt overshadow by C*tr* because Adora spend more time her than Lonnie so she felt sad and that's why she reacted so angrier to Adora when she said she was going to rescue her friends. After that Adora realize how much damage and insecure leaves to Lonnie so she ask her to come with the rebelion and she says yes but C*tr* was there watching so they got a fight and C*tr* took Lonnie's left eye ( just like Lute took Vaggie's eye in hazbin hotel ) so in the end Adora and Lonnie won and C*tr* loose, everyone untrust Lonnie but she tries so hard to be a better person and during s3 - s5 she shows a huge developt a grow up a better person along side Adora with Glimmer and Bow so they both decided to include Lonnie in the Best friends Squad. Instead of c*tradora, lonnadora/ adonnie would be endgame and real happy ending

yeah, don't hate me anti C//A comunity, as much i love glimmadora i also love lonnadora/adonnie i think that would make such a cute couple and most important they are not incest. Well i hope you liked my headcanon AU of new bfs and glimmadora draws :3. Also don't forget to support anti C//A comunity because we are cool :D. Also if you guys wan't i can too, apart of post glimmadora, post the new best friends squad and yes i made that desing for Lonnie ( i see if i can redesing it or change some stuff to look better ) Also ofc you can take lonnadora as platonic ship and glimmadora still canon, i just say that because in spop if glimmbow still a thing then lonnadora should be an endgame but in case glimmbow were a platonic ship then take glimmadora canon but well enjoy my draws :3 <3

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[visionthefox]

This is making me wonder, what other models were stolen in SAMS

I was just going to make a post about this! (rant)

but is been two moments in the show that they stole/took a model and desing and didnt say anything about it..maybe due to the company not allowing them to do so..

so the first ever issue was Lunar..now this isnt a model use in the videos, but in the thumbnail

here is the whole post for you to see this

artist did the right steps to find a solution, sadly this didnt go well..and only change was on two last thumbnails from the october take over..

ever since they just got tired of ppl saying they "look so similar"so they changed the desing.. also this is their art account @luigisbfcomics I feel they just deserve more appreciation!

a case thats is mostly "lost media" was Earth ever first introduction, if you ever wonder were ppl take the "Monty was a pervert and a simp not even a second after knowing her" statement ,is due to this ep that had to be deleted due to this issue

here is the model and better explenation of the situation

also a comment of the creator

those are the only models Im aware of..

so yea.. in these cases is clear the issue, Nexus is now just added to the list-but something I guess is Important to note

the Voice Actors arent the Show runners, this was something not well know at the time, we all believed this was just two dudes having fun so everyone left angry messeges when anything happened.. I myself made post angry for "their silence"- now I know better so I want to make it clear

they arent fully on control of what model they use, I assume, so any mistake is on the company! no hate on any side!

also just as side note, the show used two models of this artist, small lunar and KC is another of their works

the R you see is because these were,at the moment of that post (september 5 of 22) Private models

here is the link

and last! Solar flare was made by cherryvania , they have stated to know of the show and not be bother by the use of their model

but I still feel more ppl should know this

this is their first post with the character Troy on it

[4ln-stay8]

Behind closed doors- part III

>summary: Han isn’t too happy to find out what his sister is doing lately

>author’s note: I don’t know how I feel about it but I thought the idea was nice ig… I can also take requests if you want to haha THIS IS THE LAST PART

>warning: fluff

>pairing: lee minho x han jisung's sister

On that night you and Jisung bonded again, healing the wounds you caused each other. You finally got your brother back after weeks of ignoring each other.

He made a plan to redeem himself and fix what he broken. Han was regretting the way he made the both of you feel.

Thats why, little to your knowledge, you were outside the JYPE company after weeks of refusing to go there, with some food Jisung asked you to bring. He told you he had dance practice today and that he forgot his snacks and he was feeling a bit edgy today.

To your surprise, the man you were meeting behind the dance studio door wasn’t your brother. It was your lover, well technically ex lover.

- Hi! you said with a little voice I am looking for Jisung!

- He is at the dorm today. He has a day off!

- Oh…. He didnt tell me…

- How are things between you? he asked with a voice so little you could barely hear it

- We are ok now. He is being nice lately. How about you two? Did everything go back to normal?

-Not really. It’s really awkward between us… He- I can see how guilty he feels about it all and I felt guilty too for a while. We forgave each other but I can still see the guilt in his eyes…

-Yeah he still feels guilty about it all. I see it too. But please don’t hold a grudge against him.

-I don’t. I don’t blame him as I would’ve probably done the same, but his guilt wont change the fact that I lost you!

-I am so sorry Min! I know you hate me, god I hate myself! But please, please try to work things put with him.

- Who said I hate you? God I love you way too much to even think about hating you!

-You do?

-Would it change anything if I would?

-It would change everything Min! You whispered softly

-I do! I love you so much I dressed your pillow in your shirt and hugged it every night before sleep! I love you so much that you are the only thing on my mind. I love so so much that I cannot even breathe without you being right by my side!

Without a second thought you dropped the bag of snack that you still had in your hand, along with your bag and ran straight into his arms, collapsing your lips on his.

He hold you so close and so tight as if he was scared you’d disappear. He kissed you back so passionately until you ran out of breath.

-I love you so so much too Min! You whispered between your breaths hugging him closer to you

Minho kissed you softly again and again and again until you heard giggles from the door. You slowly break away, turning to the door.

-I guess my plan worked? said a shy Han

-I don’t know, was your plan to get your sister to kiss me?

- I- it was supposed to get you back together… Didn’t it worked? You just kissed I thought-

- We did kiss Ji, but that doesn’t mean he will give me another chance.

- Thats not even a question jagiya! You’re all mine from now on! All mine only mine! said Minho kissing your temple

-Well then I guess your plan worked Ji!

- Are you ok with me dating your sister Hanjishi?

-I know I was a brat last time, but honestly I would rather have someone I trust date her than someone who will break her heart!

-Thank you Ji! You said running to hug him

-Just so you know Minho hyung, you hurt her and I’m going for your babies! said han with a serious tone

-I wouldn’t even dare to hurt her! And by the way, Im not letting you near Soonie Doognie or Dori ever again!

You laugh at the most important boys in your life. You were happy again! You made up with your brother, you got back together with the love of your life! Life was good again because your life was back into your arms!

Author’s note:

This is the last part. Its short but I didn’t feel the story the way I felt it at the start. I gave them the ending they deserved and I hope you guys like it even a little. Its not the best story and Im not the best writer, I can’t even call myself a writer lol, but I enjoyed writing it so I will continue to write stuff. My requests are open if you have any ideas you want to share, even if its a written story or a fake text scenario. I hope you guys liked it and you’ll hear from me soon

[lakecitysilenceme]

my digested thoughts on the reboot trailer!

ALFEA & FAIRIES

Starting off, i want to say that the animation looked very hard, and what i mean by that is that there is a lack of natural motion.

When bloom was riding her bike, it just didn't look very natural;

Also, in this scene the skirts and hair looked very stiff [but i won't take that much into my heart because it's a paused frame]; otherwise, i really love the textures!

And, Stella has her "staff' back! I guess it's not much of a staff now, as it's very small so it would be more appropriate to call it a Wand or a Scepter, but it's there!

I'm a little dissapoited with the background characters here because they all look very bland. Characters in the original were all so fun and unique that even background fairies, who never even spoke, were people's favourites because of their designs.

Through design, we got the gist that they had different personalities and that they all came from different planets all over the magical dimension, where different types of clothing were trendy. It breathed life into the universe without needing tiring exposition about it.

Here, their styles just look very similar to each other, and they all are quite boring.

On another note, i think Alfea looks very stunning as always, and i really do like the design of the castle. I just think it looks a little bit less unique to the original.

Also, this fairy's design looks extremely simple compared to the winx's transformation. This just lowkey makes me upset because, at least for the modern fairy transformations, the background girls always looked top-notch and even had more complex looking desings when compared to the winx.

+ a clearer look of her scepter > I think the intention behind this design was to make it look like the Sovereign's Sceptre with Cross or Queen Mary II's Orb, but the colour choices and star at the bottom make it look a bit tacky. I don't hate the idea of the design, but i think a different colour scheme would have made it look more regal. And I say this because thinking back to her original staff, it was quite sleek and luxurious looking because of it.

THE SPECIALISTS!

The scene where they appear is so blurry and quick that there's not much to talk about, but i definitely enjoyed what could be seen during those 2 seconds.

Brandon being with his full body upside down, you go king! We can't see any of them that well, but Sky looks cute, even if he's blurry, and Brandom, they could never make me not like Brandom. Riven looks like he's scowling, so that's good for him.

Also, I think the details of the uniforms look very cool, but something about the Board is giving plastic toy for me. The ship also look alright and other then that, I love that they had some falir whilst coming out of it.

some quick design commentary

I still don't love their daily outfit designs; actually, i think i'm starting to dislike them even more.

Musa and Stella's faces still look very weird (I think for Stella using yellow eyeshadows really was a BAD choice)

I like that their exploring outifts hate different-looking bottoms and that all of them have their hair tied up in different ways [not sure what's going on with Bloom's bangs tho];

Also still on the exploring scene i love that Aisha is the one leading even tho Bloom is on scene :p

The Trix are honestly so iconic that i get very happy just by seeing them, even though i don't love theirs looks. They still look good, and I like that the bit with their initials looks that way, but something is off about the texture for me.

That was all from me. I didn't want to be very negative, and overall, i do think that it looks fine, y'know. And i do have high hopes for the storytelling and for it to be good!

Also, i don't think it needs to be just like the original series for it to be good, but I have set expectations. Because Winx Club was my childhood show, and now, as an adult looking back at it, I can see so many great aspects of the show that still hold up to this day.

And for me it just doesn't make sense how people back then could do such great things, and nowadays they can't produce something that's up to the same standars y'know [Winx Club Seasons 5-8, I'm looking at you].

Anyway, i'm very excited to watch it when it comes out. What are your thoughts?

[murphyoclock]

Murder For Hire - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part One

Summary: Hired by her cousin Oswald Mosley, (Y/N) has one challenging mission to accomplish: She must kill Thomas Shelby.

"You've done this many times before; why does it feel different this time?“

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

A/N: I'm really excited about this one! However, this story will contain mature content, including: violence, language, misogyny, smut, (mentions of) death, angst, drug and alcohol abuse... basically the whole package PB has to offer lol...MDNI. I'll put specific warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Please comment, like and reblog, ily! xx

Warnings: language, smoking/ drinking, mentions of death

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The cobblestones beneath your feet clatter as you make your way out of Birmingham's train station; looking for the car that's supposed to pick you up. The fog is laying low today, embracing the city in a grey and uninviting hug like you've never seen before. You jump over a large puddle and head towards a dark alley, occasionally making sure no one is following or seeing you. Your ride is parked next to a dimly shining lantern and before you enter the car for good, you take one last look over your shoulder. You aren't necessarily expecting someone to follow you, but being aware of your surroundings is one behavior you've internalized at this point.

"Look who we got here, the infamous (Y/N)," Oswald smiles as you get seated next to him in the car's back, "welcome to Birmingham, the biggest shithole England has to offer."

You ignore his provocative words and place your bag on your lap, pulling out a mirror to check if your lipstick is still in place. Oswald Mosley isn't really the kind of man to welcome someone wholeheartedly, but you for sure don't want to put up with his self-centered sarcastic demeanor. Realizing you aren't in the mood for jokes, he rolls his eyes at your behavior and finally takes your hand to place a welcoming kiss on the back.

"Welcome to Birmingham, (Y/N). I can't believe my favorite cousin's finally here," he tries again, this time sounding less sarcastic than before.

"For someone in desperate need of my help you still sound like an asshole," your words mock.

"For someone supposedly not being interested in fucking Thomas Shelby you do look like it," he laughs, pointing at your outfit and make up.

"Just trying to make a good impression here."

Oswald and you've been in a love-hate relationship ever since you were kids. He wasn't the empathetic older cousin you badly needed back then, but he was the only male cousin that would let you play with the other boys outside. He always accepted the fact that you preferred wrestling in the mud or playing with wooden swords. Sadly, he'd been the only one who accepted you for who you were: a tomboy whose biggest wish it was to become an undercover agent. And when you'd moved to Germany to live with your mother, he made sure to use his political ties to get you the job you'd always dreamed of. So when he contacted you last month and explained he needed help with some pretentious gypsy gangster, you didn't think twice. It's the least you can do.

......

Once you arrive at Oswald's large mansion, he escorts you to the guest room you'll be staying at. You take a deep breath, admiring the space's little details. The walls are painted in your favorite color and the furniture must've been chosen by someone with an eye for antiques (definitely not your cousin).

“(Y/N), darling, I know you’ve been doing this for a while, but I must remind you that Thomas Shelby isn’t your usual target,” Oswald expresses, lighting a cigarette before he speaks again, “that man is some wicked son of a bitch. Not smarter than us, but pretty close. You can’t underestimate him and his animalistic brothers.”

Lighting a cigarette as well, your mind wanders off for a while, thinking about how people literally pay you to seduce and kill men. Some would say you don't have any morals, but the truth is that most of your male victims deserved the fate that was awaiting them and Thomas Shelby will be no different.

“One thing all men have in common, no matter if intelligent or not, is that sooner or later they will start thinking with their dicks instead of their brains,” you smile devilishly, taking a deep drag from your cigarette.

Wrinkling his nose, Oswald warns, “You’re right about that. However, if there's one thing Thomas Shelby loves more than fucking women, it would be fucking money and gaining power. It’ll take a while to get close to him. I just want you to be careful and not too pushy with your intentions.”

"Don't worry," you reply, "now excuse me, I'll need to freshen up a bit."

As you're getting ready for dinner with Thomas Shelby and Oswald, you realize that your cousin hasn't told you much about your target. You're aware that he's involved in many criminal activities and that Oswald doesn't trust him at all. According to Oswald, Mr. Shelby is just pretending to be on his side, waiting for the right moment to bring your cousin's political career to a downfall; but other than that you don't even know how what he looks like or what his own political agenda is about.

You fill a glass with whiskey and down it quickly, trying to shake off the nervousness you're suddenly feeling. You've done this many times before; why does this feel different?

.......

"Why can't I just shoot him at point-blank range or somewhere in the streets?" You ask, sitting down at the massive dinner table.

"No, that's not part of our contract," Oswald sighs in annoyance. "I need you to get as much information as possible from him. Just stick to our plan. Once I'm happy with your results, you can do whatever you want with him, darling. But make it painful, please."

Your giggles at the macabre comment are interrupted when the dining room's door is opened and a man in his late 30s, maybe early 40s, enters the room.

"Good evening, Mr. Mosley, Mrs. (Y/L/N)," the handsome man remarks with no emotion in his deep voice, heading right for his seat.

He sits down right across from you, immediately grabbing a glass to pour himself some whiskey. Then, he lights a cigarette and leans back in his chair, staring directly at you.

A clump forms in your throat as his mesmerizing blue eyes observe every little move you make, his overpowering energy causing you to feel as vulnerable as never before.

“Mr. Shelby, may I introduce you to my cousin (Y/N). She works in Germany and has great ties to the Führer himself,” Oswald speaks proudly, finally breaking the weird moment between you and Tommy.

"Yes, I remember you telling me about her. Welcome to Birmingham, Mrs. (Y/L/N)," he answers, almost chuckling at your clearly overwhelmed expression. "Have you seen a ghost on your way here?", he adds with a cheeky smile.

"Kind of," you smile innocently, blushing when your eyes meet again.

"Anyways...," Oswald interrupts, giving you a stern look. "We're here to talk business, am I right, Mr. Shelby?"

While Tommy and Oswald are getting lost in their business talk, you take the chance to admire the man you just met. Tommy doesn't look anything like a random street gangster, but rather like a well-dressed businessman who knows how to use his body language to his advantage. All you know is that he's by far the most attractive man you've ever laid eyes on. He intrigues you just by giving you a quick look. Oh boy, he could make me do anything, you think to yourself before snapping back into reality.

"I need to excuse myself for a second," Oswald stands up and clears his throat, letting you know that it's your time to talk to Thomas.

.....

"I'm sorry my cousin is such an unbearable asshole, Mr. Shelby," you mumble, anxiously emptying your whole glass of champagne. You glance at Tommy and wonder if your acting skills will be enough for tonight. It definitely would be easier, if he wasn't this attractive.

"Well, (Y/N), it's business. We don't always get to choose who we're doing business with, eh?" He chuckles, placing his elbows on the table so he can rest his face in his hands. Fuck is he cute.

The heat between your legs seems to intensify with every word he speaks. You desperately try to focus on the mission Oswald has hired you for. After all, you're a fucking professional.

"Mr. Shelby", you almost whisper, "I'm actually not really interested in my cousin's business and political aspirations. I also don't have ties to the Führer. I work as an agent for the socialist party in Germany. It has come to our attention that the communist party has been planning a coup. It is in our sincere interest to possibly support it."

Your hands start sweating immensely as the lies leave your mouth. You've done this many times before: lied, seduced men, and then killed them, but for whatever reason lying to Thomas Shelby just feels different. His facial expression doesn't give you a single hint at what he's possibly thinking; which doesn't calm your nerves at all.

Tommy glares at you, not losing eye contact as he lights another cigarette. He rubs his chin, trying to analyze the situation.

"Why would Oswald Mosley's favorite cousin go behind his back then?", he asks with both eyebrows raised at you.

"It's only business," I smile, "We don't get to choose who's family and who's not."

Thomas smirks at your witty response. Not only does he find you attractive but also smart and mysterious. However, that doesn't stop him from being cautious though.

“I’m not sure about the coup, Mrs. (Y/L/N) but I do have ties to the communist party. Your cousin knows I work as a middleman between the fascists and communists. If you’d like, I could arrange a meeting at my pub.”

"At your pub? Do I get drinks on the house?" I flirt shyly.

A big grin appears on his beautiful face. "Sure, anything that pleases you."

[becausesomething]

Surprises&(typical)Disasters (Corazon x Reader)

Corazon and Y/N are part of the navy. Their instant rivalry turned into a friendship that turned into a love that many would say was unusual. Both with their undercover missions already underway, they know that the time they have together is not as much as they would like. However, in the midst of all the disasters and accidents that always happen around Rosinante, they enjoy and have fun, creating even more memories, without knowing what the future holds for them.

Today is Y/N's birthday and Corazon is preparing a special day for her. With everything planned down to the last detail, surprises still happen that will last for both of us.

WC: 2.8K

Warnings: smut, 18+, teasing, fingering, slightly edging

I search the bed, which to my surprise was free but still warm from his body. I wrap myself in the sheets and embrace the scent left behind, a fragrance of red fruits mixed with the faint of tobacco. The sun's rays entered through the open window and a summer breeze invaded the room, forcing me to open the eyes and face that light.

I still found it hard to believe that I had been promoted to lieutenant-commander and the perks that came with that position. I could go on undercover missions, sail the sea, visit new islands, and not stay at the base counting the days to see even more of the world. All the training and effort, especially after I ran into him, all the constant teasing and trouble we ended up getting into. It was a love that grew from a friendship, which for many would say we were more enemies due to the constant competition, but in reality it was the way we pushed each other.

Time passed and as we were under the same command, I began to open my heart to that clumsy person who dragged me into the most diverse situations and who was constantly getting into trouble. He made me laugh and relax, but he also knew how to be strict when necessary. If I had gotten to where I was it was because he believed in me and didn't let me give up. And I couldn't be happier for the years we already shared.

A crash from downstairs makes me jump out of bed, followed by "I'm fine Honey, nothing you need to worry about!" I sigh and let myself fall onto bed again, putting the in the hair before resting them on the head to cover the growing light. I tell myself to rest a little longer until I hear the next sounds and have to intervene before disaster strikes.

This had become the new reality, living in a house that we could call our own, and no longer having to hide the love we felt, because there we could be us. The man who, behind that neutral and serious expression in battle, was the most charismatic, affable and affectionate person I knew. DonQuixote Rosinante could have become a villain like his brother. All the hate he suffered, seeing his parents killed in front of him as a child, the hard childhood he had to endure, what he had to fight to show that he was more than just a name that was dirty by DoFlamingo. It was and is his gentle heart that makes him such a ray of sunshine in such a distorted world, such comfortable hope and determination. He was my clumsy love, my gentle giant, my smiling Corazon.

A burning smell makes me get up and put on my robe. I went downstairs still yawning trying to wake up. "Rosie, why does it smell like burning?", I see him answering but without hearing his voice, and making gestures to go back upstairs, I accelerate my pace to enter his bubble of silence. "...toaster, shit! I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed. Can you come back, please?!", I quickly take the bread out of the toaster and place it on the plate, to grab him from behind and caress his hair. "Thank you for letting me sleep and for the effort", he spins around and takes me by the waist, sitting me on the kitchen counter, "That looks splendid" I point to the plates filled with slices of bacon, grapes, melon and now the bread lightly burned. His hand opens mine and intertwines his fingers "You deserve it, happy birthday Y/N", his lips seal mine tenderly. His gaze locks onto mine and within seconds we start to smile, I pull him towards me with the legs and my fingers run into his messy, wild hair "Thank you Cora, you're the best gift I could ask for" His big hands slide down my legs and go up over the pajamas, without being able to not touch or grab every curve, every desirable part, until they stop on my face and receive a kiss on the forehead "All to see you smile Honey. Now let's eat , I have a whole day planned!"

...

"A park of this size closed just for us?!", I couldn't control the expressions of surprise, followed by pure happiness, and small jumps of excitement. His hand strokes my hair, that open, stupid smile appears and reminds me of why I had created such strong feelings for him. "Shall we go Y/N?", he take my hand and we enter. Unconsciously I would walk close to him or do some jumps of joy that would make me pull his hand and making him lose the balance, and almost falling, but luckily he managed to avoid but without making his funny gestures.

The park was beautiful, as if it were a different world, with trees of all different sizes and colors, small lakes connected by streams where fish swam freely, covered in grass and small wildflowers. It didn't take long for me to go barefoot, run until I was tired and lie down in the shade of a wisteria tree.

"Are you enjoying it?" I respond in unison as I watch him sit down next to me. How beautiful, elegant and sexy he was. The pale skin that contrasted perfectly with the soft red lipstick, the light blue eyeliner that made those brown and red eyes even more penetrating, the beige pants that highlighted the legs and defined butt, the pink shirt with red hearts half open showing his chest. An angel who gave me shade, who invaded my thoughts, who stole my heart. "I'll take your silence as a yes", a small laugh appears before dragging me and arranging the most comfortable position on his lap. "You've only had two "big" accidents yet, and I know you're also taking advantage of this space to relax before it", he shuts me up with a kiss before he can finish the sentence, "the day is for you, for us, the responsibilities of being adults can wait until tomorrow".

I kiss him again, depositing my happiness and love. The right hand sinks into the blonde hair, the left impatiently roams the torso. With his strength and clumsy agility, he lifts me up, continuing the kisses and leaving a trail down my neck. The hands go up the body, reinforcing the sensation of squeezing the skin over the fabric and awakening desire. When he reach the straps, with a light touch they naturally fall to reveal shoulders and chest. Those eyes shine losing all innocence for the dominant servant he was. Pulled closer against him and with my back arched, the tongue slides down my chest making the body shiver and intensifies when I feels it on the nipples, knowing that it was one of the most sensitive spots. I move my hips, knowing that beneath me the desire was already screaming, and also the moisture with the dance of his hands that explored over my body. I pull his chin, I needed to lose myself in those lips again and the look I loved. I felt like I couldn't take that explosion of lust much longer and feeling our intimacy in an onslaught for more was making me even greedy.

Reading what my eyes and expression were no longer able to contain, the fingers slide down the leg and pass through the lips over the fabric, making it possible to feel the desire that the body felt. "Cora, please, stop playing games, I need you!", grabbing my left breast and putting some pressure on my clitoris, forcing me to moan and dig my nails into his shoulders "Honey, I've barely started playing games and you're already beg" he bites my shoulder making me lose control in the moan and move even more on the hand that continued to explore over the fabric that had already gone beyond simply damp "And I have one more place to show you, I know that You can hold out until then".

He stops me from moving and remains on top of him, feeling him and gives me his fingers to lick, looking with pleasure and a smile of victory. I run the length of his fingers with my tongue, and try again to reverse positions and hold his hands in an attempt that fails due to his structure. "Looks like today I have to teach a brat how to behave", he grabs my hands behind my back and puts his knee between my legs, making me let out a groan with that show of power, "Are you going to behave?", I shake my head and hold it closer to my body, "Only when I have an orgasm. With my hair blocking my vision of trying to free myself to touch her, I couldn't evaluate her expression but I could imagine that I wasn't the only one who wanted that, I knew the smile and the feeling that was created in him when he saw pleasure taking over my to be.

Still with the hands tied behind my back, he takes my hair out of my field of vision and pulls me so that I rest on his shoulder and as soon as I smell his red fruit scent it's as if the resistance leaves the body. He knew me well, how to tame me and make me surrender, as he kept moving my knee between my legs knowing I was taking it all in. A spank followed by a grope and another and another, the fingers that squeeze the flesh also slide close to the opening and with a pull I feel him taking off the thong, to receive consecutive spanks again. I bury myself in his shoulder with a groan, catching my breath and controlling the beat of a heart that would explode with desire. "Do you think I was going to give you what you want that easily?", I knew not, before he would show who had control. Between slaps, scratches, bites, I could no longer control his moans and tears of lust were accumulating.

"Look into my eyes and tell me what this brat deserves", I reappear from the hiding place between his shoulder and neck panting to see him engaged in the game that was created, the burning desire and control that he liked to maintain until I was allowed to speak , "Continue to be shown where she belongs because she's a brat who just wants to cum in your hands, sir". Satisfied with my answer, he lays me on my back, puts my hands above the head and bites my lower lip while kissing me without hiding his smile. The light slaps on my thighs steal moans from me and his name is lost in that pain and anticipation of pleasure. "Show me how loud you can be", his long fingers enter the completely moistened canal and his thumb presses on the pleasure point and begins a dance that makes me stop being able to think clearly and give in to the accumulation of stimulus and wish "fuck Rosi, ugh, more".

I swear I heard "Your wishes are orders", but with that growing heat inside me, the kisses and bites on my body, the hand holding mine even tighter prevented me from gaining total control over that moment. The heat turns into waves and involuntary spasms, "Open your eyes, I want to see you flooded with pleasure". With effort I do what he asks me, I was so close and he responding to my body's signals, intensifies the work of his fingers, sinking them even deeper and focus on the movement of my thumb.

"BEES!", in micro seconds he stops, lets go of me and runs away. In disbelief, I catch my breath and make an effort to return to the present and focus on the situation that was happening. Me half-naked in a park, seconds away from an orgasm and a 7-foot man running like a scared child from a swarm of bees. "WATER CORA, JUMP INTO THE LAKE!", I can't contain my laughter when I see him diving in his clumsy way and the bees lose interest in seconds and scatter.

The adrenaline continued to spread throughout the body, but it was time to rescue the knight in danger. I put on my underwear and adjust my dress, I go to him, already sitting on the grass, taking off my wet clothes and leaving just my typical heart boxers.

"I'm sorry Y/N I know you were close, but they attacked me out of nowhere and it's an unconscious fear", he could be a giant but he seemed so small and cute in those times, when disasters naturally happened around him and he apologized without be necessary. I kiss him on the forehead "We have the rest of the day, besides I was a brat, I think that was the price I had to pay", my fingers bury themselves in my hair "You managed to behave beautifully. Ready for the rest of your surprise?" He gets up and picks up his clothes and starts walking. "Really? Are you going to walk like that? What if someone shows up?", he goes back and intertwines his fingers with mine. "Remember that the park is closed just for us? And where we're going, we won't need clothes".

"My eyes have to be deceiving me! An onsen?!" I hug him tightly "Thanks Corazon, I loved the surprise!" He moves on, I stay a little behind appreciating the beauty of the building that could have been small, but was so cozy and felt so familiar. He realizes it would take my time and smiles wide with his hands on his hips "I'll meet you inside, okay Honey?" I was still fascinated, as if I had been transported to a place in my dreams. I couldn't explain it but I felt at home. And the truth is that it took me a while to find him again.

He was leaning on a rock with his back to me, half of it out of the water with drips of wet hair running down, which made him so sexy. As soon as I put one foot in, he turns around and stares at me, "You're beautiful and sexy and naked you look like a goddess", I blush a little but it could also be the contrast of the hot water, "Thank you, but I'm not the only one person who can be considered a god. You are too, especially when you're relaxed and able to show the radiant person you hide".

I sit next to him and copy his movements, I lean on the rocks and let out a long sigh when I see the nature that surrounds us. "Since when did you know that? I didn't imagine that this island had a hidden paradise", "That's what made me choose this one over the others. On a mission a few years ago I discovered this place. I know we don't spend much time at home or on the island to explore it, but I always knew that when the time came it would be here that I would like to call the place to return to us. Especially this onsen, it was a surprise that I wanted to make. And show you the place where I had decided that I was going to ask you to marry me".

I look at him in a mix of emotions. I really was completely in love with him and not a day went by that he didn't surprise me, life with him was always full and what we shared was so deep, that I actually forgot that he wasn't just my boyfriend, but also my husband.

I look for his hand and intertwine our fingers "My clumsy love, my husband, my passion, my happiness". Ours are lost in each other, the words only carried the means of what we felt, as it was in gestures and actions that love was demonstrated. His fingers remove the hair from my face that was starting to stick together due to the water vapor "My wife, my savior, my goddess, my greatest love".

He comes closer to kiss me, but ends up slipping with his arm on the rock he was leaning on and falling face into the hot water. With instinct taking over, he tries to support himself where there was nothing, except my naked body, but with his strength and distress I end up losing my balance too. I forgot he was a user and the water was full of minerals made him slightly weaker. I manage to find my balance and make him lean on me, but his hands are already wrinkled and just stop at my breasts. Our laughter calms down and gives way to smiles that are unable to contain the joy and enjoyment we felt. Words were no longer necessary, there were still topics left half-finished that needed to be continued. Because even in the midst of typical disasters, affection and attraction would always scream louder and put the world around us in silence.

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[douevenbleachbro]

I was excited for Rukia week as I always am, but the brain is dry and shriveled after the IR Big Bang, so this is all I could write for my Queen.

Rukia week 2024 Day 2: ❆ Fashion Brand

Title: By Desing (WIP) Rated T

“You are the spitting image of your sister! Hisana would be proud!”

Rukia gave them a small smile, bowing her head. She was the perfect picture of gratefulness and humility. She wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her late sister's legacy, after all. 

Except it had been Rukia the one that was obsessed with design and fashion and photography. It had been her stealing her mother's magazines and cutting out the beautiful models for her super secret scrapbook. She had been the one to take photography classes and sewing classes and beat out that pretentious Ishida Uryuu for the top spot at Tokyo International School of Design (a rivalry that eventually blossomed into a partnership when she started walking his Fashion Week shows).

But Hisana was the one with the looks. The soft eyes and small lips, long legs, and beatific smile made for the perfect model. It was like the sun chased her. Everyone just naturally wanted to be around her. She hated it though. She hated having her picture taken and being the center of attention in that way. Unfortunately, a few bad financial decisions and subsequent death of their parents at the hands of a drunk driver, left the sisters in ruins and forced them to find jobs wherever they could get them. So Rukia took the pictures whilst Hisana modeled, until an agency got a hold of her and made her into a star. Hisana’s stardom was bright but ephemeral. The president of the agency, Byakuya Kuchiki, fell for her head over heels and gave her his name after less than a year of dating. Their wedding was elegant and grand. Rukia designed Hisana’s dress and cleaned it in silence when Hisana coughed blood onto it. Six months later Hisana died, taking the sun with her. 

Whatever veil that covered Rukia seemed to have lifted after Hisana’s passing. Everyone had eyes for her as they desperately tried to get back some of Hisana Kuchiki’s magic. But Rukia had none of that. She was not warm and calm like the ocean waters during the rising sun. She was cold and tempestuous like the water during a full moon. Her eyes were dark and hard, her voice too deep. The designers and photographers would overlook Rukia searching for Hisana where they could, and she allowed it. A part of her still yearned for the childhood dreams of high-fashion and runways, so she took the gigs and walked the shows as Hisana’s little sister. She even took Byakuya’s last name as his sister in his life-long quest to give Hisana everything she ever asked for. Now she walked as Rukia Kuchiki, Hisana’s shadow.

During the height of Fashion Week in Paris, Rukia had once again caught the attention of the fashion world as she walked Uryuu Ishida’s show once more. This time he had brought on a new photographer – an up and coming prodigy named Ichigo Kurosaki. Dark eyes and bright hair, his leather wearing, cigarette smoking bad boy reputation preceded him. He was quick with his camera, capturing the perfect moment in an instant. Apparently he and Uryuu went to school together, which he brought up as he introduced Ichigo to Rukia. She couldn’t help but bristle under his intense stare. His eyes moved with her, following her every step. It would’ve bothered her a lot more if she wasn’t so used to being stared at. Although he didn’t just stare. He observed her. His eyes were on her whenever they were close, making the hairs on her nape stand. He rarely smiled but was never mean or cold. He maneuvered her like priceless marble, like glass. When she modeled for him, he barely even directed her. She would just stand before him and the flashes would go off, his smoky whisky eyes following her. Ichigo’s large hands cupped her chin gently, moving her face slightly from side to side, studying her profile. His fingers moved her hair away from her face, fingertips ghosting the length of her neck. If he wasn’t so close she would’ve gasped, instead she swallowed, trying to keep as steady as possible as Ichigo worked. Finally turning to look directly into her already dilated eyes, Ichigo grinned.

“I’d hate to lose those eyes behind hair.”

Heat blanketed her face, rendering her speechless until he returned to his initial position and continued taking pictures. Rukia took a deep, calming breath and smiled, her voice taking the saccharine note it usually did during these things. 

“Of course. I do have my sister's eyes after all.”

“You look nothing like your sister,” Ichigo scoffed, not a note of humor in his tone. Rukia felt the blood rush from her face, leaving her cold and shaking. What did he mean by that? Everyone said she looked like her sister, that’s why she was always getting booked. Did he see something wrong with her? Could he see what others didn’t - that she was indeed not her sister - not as soft, not as bright, not as beautiful. Was that why he looked at her like that? The boning of her dress constricted her lungs, the lights were suddenly too bright. Her breath was coming up ragged and harsh, making her feel lightheaded. A warm hand grabbed onto her elbow, grounding her. Ichigo was in front of her again, this time his eyes filled with concern. He directed everyone to take five and to dim the lights, then guided her away from prying eyes into her dressing room. Once inside, Rukia immediately loosened her dress, allowing air to fill her lungs freely. Ichigo pressed a cold bottle of water into her hand, startling her to his presence. She was very used to getting dressed in the open and in public places, but today modesty decided to show its face. She gathered the front of her dress to her chest.

“Are you okay?” Ichigo asked softly, his voice low. Chugging the water, Rukia nodded, gasping at the feeling of the cool water refreshing her heated body. She wasn’t sure how long they stood there with only the sound of her breathing filling the room. Her head was swimming with thoughts, all negative, about her past and her sister and all the things that could’ve been and weren’t. Hot tears threatened to spill over, but she fought them back, unwilling to allow this man to see her cry. But there he stood, not taking his eyes off of her, apparent worry radiating out of him and not a drip of annoyance or judgment. That alone almost made her break. 

After what felt like hours (it had been more like 5 minutes. The crew decided to take their lunch break), Ichigo shifted, moving closer. His hands hovered close, as if they wanted desperately to touch her. 

“Rukia,” the sound of her name in his voice gave her goosebumps and brought her out of her thoughts. She took a steading breath.

“I’m sorry I don’t look like her,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. Ichigo frowned.

“What a dumb thing to apologize for,” he replied, head tilted. The frown was still there, now accompanied by a small grin. Now Rukia was frowning.

“I don’t understand.”

“What is there to understand? I don’t think you look like your sister, is all. I mean, yeah she was beautiful but you…you’re…”

Weaker? Shorter? Colder?

“Stronger.”

“Huh?” Was all she could muster, too taken aback by his response, “What do you mean?”

Sighing, Ichigo got closer, taking her chin in his hands. Rukia didn’t think her eyes could get any wider as he moved her face slowly from side to side, studying her profile just like earlier.

“Your profile is much stronger. You have rounder cheeks which makes you look more youthful. Your lips are fuller,” his eyes dropped to her lips, which she couldn’t help making into a pout. The look in his eyes was making her nervous, “and your eyes.”

“Everyone says we have the same eyes,” she muttered. Ichigo scoffed.

“Everyone is stupid. Anyone with working eyes can tell they’re very different. I like yours better,” he grinned at her again, making her blush. She blew air out her mouth in frustration. 

“Do you always say what’s on your mind?”

“Yes. Do you want to know what I’m thinking right now?” He tilted her head closer, the distance between them shorter. Rukia shook her head.

“Show me.”

Without hesitation, Ichigo closed the gap between them with a searing kiss, leaving her breathless. Her heart had never felt this light and for the first time, she saw herself, her true self, in the eyes of the man who loved her for her and her alone.

[rosehippiefield]

I saw somebody has done Yttd cast in Undertale before but I want to share some ideas about which Yttd character could act as which Undertale character. Of course, there's too many monsters so this is mainly about bosses and minibosses. Also this is long and yttd characters are sometimes repeated as they can serve several roles.

Sara is great for the role of Frisk simply because she has capacity both for sparing and killing. Goddess of Victory or Angel of Death, who will she choose to be? And without a doubt Sara is DETERMINED (Or there's another variant, Kanna, a kind child that will find approach to everybody. However, I don't see anybody trying to kill her there, as well as her even having a thought about killing.)

Kai can be Toriel for several reasons: he is housemaker, he is tied to Sara, so in this AU he can become her guardian for some time. Moreover, Kai has notable bond with Q-Taro and Gashu, both of which could fit Asgore. Imagine him betraying Asunaro and making sure humans survive. Or arguing with Q-Taro about morals.

Depending on the story Shin could match Napstablook when he's being his meek shy self. Just listening to music, not feeling up to anything, creating akward situations and lying on the floor. I can picture him doing it. Additionally, Ranmaru has similar vibe. Not the type to communicate with many, true introvert with deep insecurities... Why not?

Keiji is definitely Sans and I can't see it otherwise (well there could be other options but still I love Keiji as Sans). He is constantly tired, a bit lazy, has a fair share of mysteries, same ambience I would say. Keiji loves pushing responsibility onto Sara due to his trauma and consequent self-hate, Sans does nothing in genocide until the very end wheт majority is dead. Plus who is better to judge our protagonist than a policeman?

Joe is Papyrus, I don't make the rules... Well, Gin could act as Papurus as well, but let's at first talk about Joe. He is nice and funny, he befriends Sara easily, he literally can't kill her. He can have a brotherly relationship with Keiji considering "Mr. Policeman is Joe's dad" theory. The only downside is Papyrus can be killed and I don't see Sara killing her bestie in any way, even for survival. Maybe he is a doll and no longer a human?..

As to Gin, he is better as Monster kid in my mind. Curious, energetic teenager that admires strong, reliable and absolutely cool Reko (who's Undyne). Gin really trusts Sara, he is naїve to the point of believing her even in genocide route. Or maybe an annoing dog is also appliable, as Gin's stims include barking (and his desing, his Meow chan that is allegedly a dog) and the dogsong is perfect theme for Gin.

So, Reko as Undyne. Strong in every sense, fighting for her people's sake, brave, plays piano... Not to mention her relationship with Nao-the-Alphys. The thing is, would Reko kill a human for her people? Maybe not, she is quite kind. Especially if said human is Sara. Unless there is some misunderstanding... (I actually would argue Sara is a better fit for Undyne as she is samurai woman fighter type and she can be colder).

I haven't mention dummies before, but I totally picture Anzu as Temmie. Cute, sweet, funny, just good old Temmie.

I nerly forgot about Mad Dummy! In my book Ranger fits the bill here: an artifitial being that is really jealous of humans and hates them for it. He's sarcastic, extremelly rude, ready to kill. Also imagine that in the Ruins we encounter Dummy of Sei that Kai is keeping due to grief and memories, but now it ends up here as Ranger with consciousness but no soul.

Then we move to Hotland. Nao is a good Alphys in my book: a bit dependent, insecure, still striving to become better. Plus I want to give Mishima a Gaster role, so they share connection. (On the second thought, Safalin would make a compelling Alphys as well: she is actually a scientist, she has far more self-deprication as crying doll, she has many sceletons in the closet with questionable experiments).

There's little info on Gaster as well as on Mishima. Royal scientist whose genuis was unparalleled and that fell in lava (burning again?). Though Meister, whose role is still unclear, may look more like Gaster and have the same air of mystery.

For Muffet there are two worthy candidates: Mai and Maple. Both are acquainted with cuisine, both are extra sweet with their words, I think both can be persuasive about the product (it's Mai's profession, and you can't refuse to drink tea in disscussion room so Maple's capable of it as well). And of course you should never underestimate either of girls.

Mettaton... the star of the show, daring, flashy, attractive... Alice was in the band, his desing (in usual sprites just hair) is quite colorful, not to mention his physique, so why not? That would mean interesting relationship with Reko, who's his neighbor. Plus he could be a doll as Mettaton is an artifitially created robot. Maybe Nao/Safalin/whoever's Alphys created him to help Reko, they reconciled and Alice found his own path.

We are nearing the end. Asgore is morally gray character who killed children, regrets it but ready to repeat the deed for the sake of his country. As was mentioned previosly, either Q-Taro or Gashu could fit his role: Q-Taro because of appearance, kindhearted nature but ability to commit not the most ethical actions. I can also insert joke about killing kids (no matter how you interpret Q-Taro's words in the first main game, part of fandom will bring it up). Gashu had done even more morally reprehensible things for his "community" Asunaro. Plus, Gashu literally had a foster child that died (Sei, Ranger's inspiration).

I didn't mention Flowey because his story blossoms only in the end and depending on the person I replace him with the story becomes drastically different. The first one is Shin because firstly, I am biased toward him, secondly, Asriel essentially is bound to return to his flower form (kind of 0% to be truly happy), thirdly, they were both inicially kinder and due to horrible circumstances became worse. But yet they can become better. Moreover, roses. Maybe Kanna here was killed, and from sheer grief Shin turned into a rose? Alternatively, Ranger matches as well: he can't feel positive emotions just as Flowey doesn't feel them (I don't remember specifics but something along these lines). Plus, Sei was killed being a small kid just like Asriel and he has familial connections to Kai-the-Toriel and Gashu-the-Asgore (this sounds extra weird, nobody here is shipped of course. Just in case).

What about the souls and remaining dead people? I think some of the dead could be these souls: Kurumada as Bravery (he is boxer and this soul has gloves), Megumi or Mr. Policeman as Justice (police is supposed to make sure justice prevails), Hayasaka as Perseverance (he looks a bit nerdy and has glasses), Hinako as... Patience? (the real one), Kanna if dead can definitely be Kindness, Kugie as Integrity? Honestly, we know little about these guys so the arrangement can vary a lot.

Finaly, Chara. Maybe I'll do their character an injustice, but imagine them as Midori. When Frisk Sara is in the end of genocide, she sees Midori, a demon that is resurrected by her cruelty. He enjoyed every bit of it. Plus, then dynamic Chara Midori and Asriel Shin becomes quite intriguing (and messed up). Or maybe Kanna could be Chara as well, a kid that met a friend (or foster brother. Oh even a real one) in the underground and then died.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Best friends w/ Kaine

[ HEADCANONS ] [ NieR Replicant ]

⚠️ This contain a little bit of spoilers

At first I didn't liked much Kaine but OMG!!! I grew to love her so much??? Like, seriously, can I be her friend?? pleasepleasepleaseplease

I admit it, her design doesn't fully convince me yet, is... quite uncomfortable to look, although I read a comment of someone who things that her desing is to highlight her femininity because, u know her condition (to not make spoilers alright, im not trying to be disrespectful or discriminate) and I grow to like her desings a little more <33

Getting close to Kaine is far from easy, she is always at the defensive and even rude to anyone who interacts with her, cursing and brandishing her swords at the smallest threaten, and yet if you manage to win her trust then Kaine will become caring and even quite loyal to your friendship

Due her past experiences and the education her grandmother give her Kaine is always to make the first attack, but once you get to know her better and show that you are trust worthy then Kaine will finally start to relax at your side and let herself open up a little more

Becoming best friends of Kaine will take a while but once it happens it is going to for the rest of your lifes, Kaine is more close and doesn't let anyone get into her heart but if someone manage to leave that kind of positive impact on her then it is going to become one of the reasons of why Kaine will keep fighting and continue doing her best in life

In the exterior it may seem like the same, despite being best friends she will still be quite rude at times and cursing you a lot, but if you know her you can see that she doesn't really mean to be rude or mean to you, is just the way she is, and once is just the two of you, either taking time to relax or just traveling together Kaine is more open with her feeling, indirectly showing how much she cares for you and love you as if you were her family

Despite her rude exterior Kaine is really kindhearthed and if she sees someone in danger she would help, and, of course, you aren't the exception, if you ever are in danger or need help in anything Kaine will do her best to try to help you. She is better when it comes with violence and fighting, so if you are in physical danger she is more than ready to throw her hands into battle to protect you if you can't, but if is something that doesn't has to do with fighting she will have some troubled but will do her best to help (as long as she doesn't have to go inside of any city is alright)

Kaine is not good when it comes to handling feelings, she normally bottle up her own feelings and deal with them alone and not showing them (or some times she vents his frustrations by fighting), but since you two are close she will be a little more open and willing to show them, whenever you two are alone and just relaxing she may be willing to talk about it a little and more likely will do it indirectly, she will be willing to tell you a few stories about her past, like a few hints about her childhood and the hate she used to recive or maybe about her grandmother and all the lessons she taught her

After a while of being friends and getting so close it will reach a point where Kaine just follow you around, she will become quite protective over you, she doesn't want to lose you nor anything bad happening to you and honestly she wil be more than willing to sacrifice herself in order to protect you, and she will be even happy to do so (as long as it is after taking revenge for her grandmother)

If she met you after getting to met Nier then once she decide to become his blade and follow him she will be a little troubled, because she already had you in her life and don't want to betray your friendship, so she will talk to you about it alone, asking you if you want to join her in her new journey to help Nier but also telling you that you don't have to accept, as well she will tell you that she will totally understand if you don't want to go or even hate her for leaving you alone, if you decide to dont go with her then she will try to pay you a visit a whenever she can and will even gift you one of the luna tears her grandmother left her, in any case your memory will always live in her mind and heart

No matter how close you two get and how much she trust you is more likely that Kaine will never tell you about Tyrann, not because she thinks you'll judge her but she feels like this problem is nothing but a curse that she should carry alone, she doesn't want to bother you with something that will not even affect you in any way, she is the only one suffering from it and she prefer it that way, having Tyrann constantly teasing and even mocking her is a burden but you shouldn't have to be bothered by it or even be worried for her because of it because there nothing she or anyone else can do (still, Tyrann tent to mess with her by saying that she is too insecure to talk about it, saying that she probably is just afraid that you will also call her monster or phenomenon like everyone else and that she will not be able to handle it)

[erorvirus]

I have a lot of oc.. And I want to make content about them, because i have lore for them! But for now i will make content with my Pokemon oc! I still have selfsona, i'll be making content with my team and me too! But i really wanna make content with my Oc!!

It her old desing, i making her redesing rn! oh and..

IRO..Uh..He too going to be here. (I hate how i drew his hands here.)

[deathsconsort]

“  you’re the only thing that makes sense right now.  everything else is just—  the world is so loud.  and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here.  ” // eris

when nesta accepted eris’ marriage proposal she thought she knew what she was getting herself into, she thought she knew the exact type of male he was. however, she was proven wrong and what surprised her even more was discovering eris was more like her than she realized. the brutality, sharp tongue, and the display of arrogance he often depicted were nothing but a mask. one he had to wear in order to survive, just as she did. what angered nesta further was the fact that rhysand was the same exact way, except he gets praised for it. she knows over the centuries he’s been alive, he's done cruel things as well and yet he is still loved. it makes her dislike the high lord more than she already does and makes her glad to be out of his court.

it didn’t take long for nesta to fall for eris, not when she was able to see past the facade and understand him in a way no one has ever understood her. it was different than how it had been with cassian; with cassian it felt as if he wanted a certain version of her and not all of her. him along with the rest of the inner circle wanted to trim off the bad parts of her, but they didn’t realize she wasn’t without those parts. eris wanted and liked every part of her, he wasn’t afraid of her and what she was capable of and he certainly didn’t try to cage her powers or her talents. it was the first time she had someone who wanted all of her. there was also no high lord eris had unwavering loyalty toward or idolized, instead he was devoted to her. nesta didn’t realize it’s exactly what she needed. in turn, it made her utterly devoted to him.

the high lord of the autumn court was as cruel as he appeared to be. there was nothing but hate and rage in her eyes whenever she had to deal with him. like tonight when he demanded everyone be in attendance for dinner. stomaching sitting with him and his other sons was nearly impossible, it also made her pity lucien and lady autumn for having to endure this bloodthirsty court. the day eris inherits the court will change the history of autumn forever, but nesta hopes it’s soon. it was a wonder why beron was still alive. many times during her encounters with him she imagines how easy it would be to use her powers and snuff his life out, it would be like blowing out a candle. but according to eris it wasn’t time yet, so meanwhile she had to endure his wickedness and rest a comforting hand on eris’ thigh during dinner as his father rips into him. there were times nesta would retaliate and hurl her words at beron like daggers. but she also knew eris could handle himself and she would be making the situation even worse, so for tonight’s dinner she remained a comfort at his side.

dinner seemed to drag on for hours, which was exactly what beron intended. when her and eris were in their shared bedroom she felt like she could finally breathe. she had shed her gown for a nightdress and let her hair loose from its pins. when she came out of the bathroom she found eris sitting in one of the arm chairs before the large window and her heart ached for him. slipping into his lap, she kisses him softly before resting her head against his shoulder. “your father is an absolute nightmare. i don’t know how you can endure it. and to deal with him on top of everything else…it’s not fair.”

“you’re the only thing that makes sense right now. everything else is just— the world is so loud. and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here.”

his words tug at her heart, not only because she understands what he means, but because of the knowledge that she is that person for him. “i always want to be that person for you. the person you can run to and be safe with when the world seems to be against you. i wish you and your mother, this court could be free from your father. i wish the world could see you as i do, you don’t deserve the hate it gives you.”

[beetlewine-art]

What was the point of LO "redeeming" Minthe if they were just going to introduce a character that will fill the same role as her at the start of the comic? I mean, come on! I don't hate Leuce (at least not yet) but she feels like a poor atemp of bringing the old Minthe back without having to actually bring her back while erasing her character development. Just... Come on,

I don't know if this is a consequense of LO's artstyle or if this is intentional but Leuce literally looks like a mix between Minthe and Persephone in this chapter, she gives me such Minthe vibes, but in a Walmart Minthe kind of way.

And i really can't tell if is intentional or not, because almost all nymphs looks practicaly the same so the whole similaritied i see could be completely by accident. But on the other hand, Leuce was introduced as a kind of "replacement" for Persephone, so the idea of her replacing Minthes role in the story (at least her role as Thetis minion) could be posible but i am not sure, and Thetis is the one who is advicing her so there is a chance that she is the one who dressed her up in a way that is similar to Minthes so Leuce could seduce Hades. For me, i think she has a lot of surface similarities to Persephone (since she is a nymph and wears a white, at least in her work outfit and has a similar body type) and Minthe (since she is a nymph in aliance with Thetis and tries to seduce Hades). As least similarities in desing.

But this makes her feel flat... And let's be honest, LO doesn't need another minor antagonist trying to get with Hades and making Persephone angry, we already have Kronos as a big bad who has a child hostage and Demeter as an "antagonist" for the main couple, Apollo... well... He is trying to run for president in a monarchy so... I don't know, he is stupid. And we all know that Hades is not going to cheat on Persephone , specially when they just got married, so Leuce isn't really a problem. So why even make her try to seduce Hades?

And sorry, this is just my personal opinion on a very minor thing but her desing for me is just so... Boring, we have background nymphs looking like this:

So why does Leuce looks so boring? Why not make her a little more interesting? And that's why i feel like they should had keep her as an Oceanid nymph, Thetis and Amphitrite have by far some of the prettiest desings in LO, so why can't Leuce still by pink and have some nice white marks similar to Amphitrites or wavy hair like Thetis. She is their cousin after all, they even show that she has fish scales in that one panel, so why do they have nice desings while Leuce looks like literally any other background character but with pastel colors? We don't need more flower nymphs, LO has plenty of them already and the only one that really has some importance in all of this is Daphne.

I usually don't like making post talking about this kind of things about LO, but i wanted to rant, i hope that they give Leuce some actual use in the future and she isn't limited to being some other characters replacement.