#I know this isn't the ship yall follow me for but here we are

[spacebuck]

Shared it on twitter so yall get it too, another wip for my child, first fic in aeons

[goldfades]

𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "paige x iowa!reader (pre-relationship) on game day where maybe r is mic'd up the whole time so fans hear how they flirt, joke around, etc so they start shipping them? the other uconn/iowa girlies always tease them abt it and one night they all go out to a bar tg and someones on live and accidentally catches p and r against a wall kissing or smthn 🫣" for my lovely disco nonnie!

─ word count | 2.6k

─ warnings | teasing, lots and LOTS of teasing, mention of injuries, so much flirting, teasing, slightly suggestive, kissing.... oh and did i mention teasing????

─ taglist | guys idk why my taglist isn't working pls help me and lmk

─ ev's notes | okay so i want to know if yall like the little comment section i put in some of the posts, because i love doing them and i wanna know what ur thoughts are.

"OKAY, HEY LADIES and gents. It's your favorite, me. Y/N L/N," you tried to whisper into the mic secretively as you looked around. Before you could continue talking, you felt Caitlin grab your shoulders and shake you, eliciting a yelp from you.

You sent her a glare as she giggled and walked away, causing you to roll your eyes. "Anyways, sorry for that stupid interruption. It's game day here at Iowa and we're going against... I don't even remember their names."

You were obviously joking, you had plenty of friends on the UConn basketball team and it was running joke that you didn't like them. You smirked into the camera, knowing full well that your faux ignorance would rile up some competition.

"But hey, who needs names when we've got game, am I right?" You grinned, your enthusiasm showing. "So, while we prepare to show those other guys what real basketball looks like, let's talk strategy."

Leaning in closer to the microphone, you adopted a more serious tone, though the mischievous glint in your eye remained. "First off, we gotta dominate the boards. Rebounds win games, folks. Then, we'll run those fast breaks like there's no tomorrow. Speed kills, baby."

You paused for dramatic effect, pretending to adjust an imaginary headset. "And of course, let's not forget about defense. Lock 'em down, make 'em work for every shot. That's how we do it here at Iowa."

You turned around to see some of your teammates giggling at you, causing you to roll your eyes. "I'm getting bullied again, guys. Remember amazing, hot and very cool players have feelings too, okay?"

"Can you shut the hell up and come stretch with us?" You heard Caitlin shout from the court, causing you to sigh dramatically.

With a playful wink at the camera, you turned away, joining your teammates on the court for the pre-game warm-up. As you stretched and bantered with them, you saw the opponents walk in. You couldn't help but bit your lower lip as you averted your gaze from a particular blonde whom you've gotten close to these last couple of months.

After last year's game, Paige followed you on Instagram and you began talking more. However when you two got injured around the same time, it caused you two to talk more and form a closer bond. Eventually, it turned into Paige texting and calling you every single day and now, it's like you two have known each other your entire lives despite you guys seeing each other face to face three times.

You couldn't help but steal glances at her as you stretched, a small smile playing on your lips whenever your eyes met. The familiar banter and teasing between your teams seemed to fade into the background as you found yourself drawn to her presence.

But amidst the closeness, there lingered an unspoken tension ─ a delicate balance between friendship and something more. You couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach whenever Paige's eyes met yours, or the way your heart raced whenever she flashed you a smile.

Caitlin's voice broke through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. "Yo, Y/N! Focus up, we've got a game to win!"

"Oh my gosh, look it's serious Caitlin I'm so scared," you spoke into the mic quietly, hoping that she wouldn't hear you. Unfortunately, she did and she got up, holding up her hand as you put your hands over your head. "No, I'm sorry!"

Caitlin laughed at your antics, her laughter infectious as she waved off your dramatic apology. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today, Y/N," she teased, giving you a playful shove before turning back to the team. "But seriously, let's focus up. We've got a game to win, and I don't plan on losing to those guys."

"Yeah, me neither." She helped you get up from the floor as you walked to the bench. "Thanks, Cait," you said with a grin, falling into step beside her as you made your way to the bench.

As you settled onto the bench, you took a moment to mentally prepare yourself for the game ahead. The familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking on the hardwood, the echoing noise of the crowd, and the anticipation building in the air all served to fuel your determination.

You rose to your feet, eyes fixed on the court ahead. With a quick glance at the UConn's lineup, you immediately spotted Paige among their starting players. Your heart rate quickened slightly as you realized the task at hand — you needed to guard Paige and shut down her scoring opportunities.

In any other situation, it would be easy. Even if the person you were guarding was someone you were friends with, you always made sure to stay professional but this was slightly different. Paige had been the theoretical shoulder you'd been crying on for the last year about your injury that you'd just healed from.

As you stepped onto the court, Caitlin's words from earlier echoed in your mind. You couldn't afford to let Paige get the better of you, not today. You made your way toward Paige and as she met your eyes, she gave you a small smile. You could still talk to her, right? She held out her hand for a quick dap-up and you accepted it gratefully.

"Bro, me and Nika were just talking about how your hair is probably gonna be perfect. You have the best game day hair," Paige spoke finally as you laughed nervously, your gaze momentarily averting to the floor then back to her.

You felt yourself blush under her gaze as you playfully brushed off the compliment. "Oh, you think so, huh?" you smiled, trying to keep the mood light despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Well, what can I say? Gotta look good for the cameras,"

Paige smirked in response. "Oh, trust me, you always do," she teased, her words laced with a playful flirtation that made your heart skip a beat.

You looked into Paige's eyes, you couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that washed over you. There was something about her presence, her easy smile, that made you feel at ease, even in the midst of a game.

"Says you, with your cute braids. You gotta teach me how to do those one day, you know." You playfully nudged Paige's shoulder, a smile spreading across your face."Now you're just showing off," you teased, your tone light and playful as you admired the braids that framed Paige's face.

Paige chuckled, a soft sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Or I can just do them for you once you actually visit Connecticut, like you promised."

You just realized that you were mic'd up, as you glanced down at the mic. You laughed nervously, shaking your head. "Alright, alright, you've got yourself a deal," you replied with a playful wink.

You then felt Kate's hand tap on your shoulder, motioning for you to come to the bench with her. Paige gave you a small smile as she did the same, your heart fluttering at the sight of her smile. With one last glance at Paige, filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you followed Kate to the bench.

"Are you gonna lock in, Y/N?" Caitlin's voice rang out as you glanced up at the tall brunette. You saw the slight smirk on her lips as she gazed at you, teasing you without saying anything. She was practically screaming "you're whipped!" as she did.

"Yeah, I'm locked in," you responded as you averted your gaze, laughter echoing in between your teammates as a blush covered your cheeks.

"You know, cus if you're not, I can guard Paige while you go shoot-"

"Oh shut up, Caitlin I hate you." You groaned, causing her to laugh along with the rest of the team. Caitlin's teasing banter was a familiar part of the pre-game ritual, and despite your protest, you couldn't help but smile at her antics.

"Hey, just looking out for you, Y/N," she teased, her tone lighthearted as she flashed you a grin.

As the referee's whistle blew, signaling the start of the game, you shook off any lingering distractions and locked into the moment. This was it the moment you had been waiting for. With a deep breath, you blocked out the noise of the crowd and zeroed in on the game plan.

At one point, as you and Paige push for position under the basket, you couldn't help but let out a laugh as Paige jokingly accused you of stealing her post moves. "Hey, imitation is a form of flattery, right?" you quipped, earning a playful shove from Paige in response.

But perhaps the most memorable moment came when you and Paige found yourselves face-to-face during a heated confrontation for the ball. With the game hanging in the balance, you couldn't help but exchange a playful smirk with Paige, feeling a slight warmth on your cheeks.

Iowa had ultimately won the game but there was no bad blood between the two teams (thankfully), players from both teams exchanged handshakes and congratulatory words, acknowledging the hard-fought battle that had unfolded on the court.

Sure, some of the players were a little hurt but it wasn't like it was the end of the world. However, you knew at some point the two teams would have to play against each other during play-offs but you didn't let yourself get too worried right now. Right now, it was important to savor the moment, to celebrate the hard-fought victory with your teammates and bask in the camaraderie of the game.

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"You looked good," Paige spoke as she leaned against the wall of the bar. Some of the girls on the team wanted to go out and celebrate and the UConn girls wanted to join. And that was how you found yourself standing next to Paige, a little tipsy as you leaned against the wall beside her, a warm flush spreading across your cheeks at her compliment.

"Thanks, you too," you replied, unable to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. You felt yourself shy away from her gaze, a stark contrast to how you usually were ─ teasing and outgoing.

Paige noticed that quickly, a small smirk appearing on her lips as she took a tip of her drink. "Aw, look at you, all flustered," she teased, her tone light and teasing as she nudged your shoulder gently.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," you replied, rolling your eyes in mock exasperation. "Gotta stay humble, right?"

Paige laughed, the sound sweet and infectious as she leaned closer to you. "Don't worry, I think you can handle it," she said with a smirk, her words sending a shiver down your spine.

She gazed at you for a little longer as you looked away, only for her to grab your chin and hold it so that you kept looking at her. With a soft chuckle, Paige leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, "You're cute when you're flustered,"

"I never thought that you could be shy, you know... with all that shit-talking on and off the court." Paige remarked as she let go of your chin, her gaze still heavy on you. "It's kinda giving me an ego boost,"

"Oh shut up," you mumbled as you took a sip from your own drink, Paige's gaze following your lips. There was something about the way she looked at you, the way her eyes seemed to linger on your lips, that made your heart race.

As you lowered your drink, you met Paige's gaze once more, a playful glint in your eyes. "You're not so bad yourself, you know," you replied with a smirk.

Paige chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears as she leaned in closer, the warmth of her breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I know," she teased, her voice low and teasing as she leaned back slightly, a playful twinkle in her eye.

She wasn't usually ever this cocky, sure she's had her moments but never to this extent ─ she didn't know if it was the alcohol or just you. There was something about her self-assured demeanor that was both enticing and captivating, drawing you in with each exchanged word and shared laugh.

"Well, aren't you just full of yourself tonight?" you teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you leaned in closer to her.

"Can you blame me?" Paige replied with a grin, her confidence unwavering as she met your gaze. "I mean, if you had a pretty girl getting flustered over every word you say, even after her beat team yours, you'd be feeling pretty confident too," she continued, her playful tone tinged with a hint of desire as she leaned in closer, the warmth of her breath grazing your skin.

"Well, I guess I can't argue with that," you replied with a grin, your tone light and teasing as you leaned back slightly, a playful twinkle in your eye. "But just remember, I'm not one to stay flustered for long."

With a playful smile, she leaned in closer to you. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to enjoy a challenge."

Her eyes kept flickering down to your lips as she downed her drink, putting it down on the table next to you. She leaned in closer, as if to test the water, grazing her lips against yours as your breath hitched.

She took your reaction as a yes, her hands finding your hips as she pushed you against the wall. She pushed her lips into yours in a hurried kiss, the intensity of her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.

You responded eagerly, your hands finding their way to her shoulders as you pulled her closer, the world around you fading away as you lost yourself in the moment. With a sense of urgency, Paige deepened the kiss, her hands exploring the contours of your body with hunger.

The taste of her lips was intoxicating, a heady mix of alcohol and longing that left you breathless. You forgot all about your teammates and who might see this and recognize the two of you, because neither of you really cared anymore.

Jada drank her water as she kept skimming through the comments of the live, reading them and chuckling at every remark toward you and Paige. Kate was behind her, momentarily blocking from everyone seeing what you two were currently up to.

Kate heard someone call her name as she quickly got up from her spot, turning to respond to the voice. As she moved away, the brief obstruction she provided from prying eyes was gone, leaving you and Paige momentarily exposed.

As Jada's gaze flickered to the screen, she froze, her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected sight before her. "Oh shit- I mean, shoot." She quickly moved her phone as she glanced at the sight, giving the camera a shocked look as she thought about what she should do.

She had basically just outed the two of you but to be completely fair, it was on you two for making out in a very public bar. "Guys, don't worry that wasn't Paige that was just some other blonde. Sorry guys, you know how Y/N has a thing for blondes."

She sighed as she locked eyes with Kate, who gave her a shocked expression as she looked down at her phone. Kate gave her a look before Jada looked down at her phone, laughing as she waved.

"Looks like we are gonna have to end the live, sorry guys. Love you, bye, mwah mwah."

Paige finally broke the kiss, leaving the both of you to catch your breath. She smiled as her finger swiped your bottom lip, tracing the outline of it gently. You couldn't help but catch your breath, the taste of her lingering on your lips like a sweet memory.

"You're fucking beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips again.

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[wlwmedarda]

I'm honestly just looking to rant and this might be long depending on how fast I get irritated the more I type so if this isn't coherent or well written I apologize in advance. Since it looks like Ambessa will take on a more antagonistic role in arcane season two, I would like to unpack the fandom's antiblackness that you guys are either blind to or aware and too pussy to call it out as my gut is telling me it's gonna increase and if no one is gonna start the difficult conversation then I sure as hell will.

Sevika:

Mel:

Starting off strong with the definition of "you guys want complex female characters but can't even handle her". Mel Medarda is in quite the predicament seeing how she's morally grey, a black woman, AND "gets in the way" of a mlm ship so she was kinda screwed from the start. A cunning politician disowned for her pacifism who acts as a sort of bridge to Noxus' slow introduction, and is THE ONLY CHARACTER IN THE SEASON 1 MAIN CAST SPECIFICALLY CREATED FOR THE SHOW. She's treated like satan incarnate or a Jezebel (highly suggest looking into that if you don't know what that is), GOOD character analysis is rare, and when she is talked about positively, it's so often chalked up to appearances that I'd rather yall not talk about her at all. Oh you love Mel? Then can we talk about her relationship with her mother? Unpack her dynamic with Jayce? Maybe more fanworks centered around her? I've seen yall's fake asses dropping the shittiest fucking takes about her only to turn around and gush over how pretty she is, and yall think you're slick about it and you're not. I would say I prefer the ones who are loud and proud about their hatred but that'd be a lie, they're two cheeks on the same ass; annoying and couldn't give a decent break down of her character if a gun was pointed at they head even she's perfect to dissect. I could talk about her more but we'd be here all day and so many black women even from outside the fanbase have already talked about yall so there's no need for me to add on 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️.

Quick question, have you guys ever tried to talk about her in a non sexual way? Yes, Sevika is undeniably sexy and you could argue that true stans of hers talk about her outside of horny time, but a good half of the fandom is a different story. In a similar case to Mel's, deep dives into her character are rare to find which is crazy when she acts as Zaun's own "kingmaker". She's loyal to her city and the cause, never to a specific person and will not hesitate to betray you. She could be your right hand man one day, and the next she might find a better kingpin to follow and stab you in the back like it all meant nothing. "Were you tempted?" "Not for a worm like him". Simple and subtle and probably my favorite Sevika scene; she comes to realize Silco is no longer the best leader for Zaun, but he's as good as it gets for now and so she sticks by him. I remember a YouTube comment breaking down how she's essentially the quintessential Zaun: a brute warrior molded by her environment, who defied Vander's peaceful ways and embraced Silco's cruelty. Her mindset and goal is interesting and you'd think it'd result in some fascinating meta or exploration of her upbringing when we got a hint that she potentially has some daddy issues right? Obviously, but what do we get instead? White sapphics treating her like nothing more than a sexual object. How delightful!

Ekko:

This might partially be Riot's fault because — and I hate to sound like a league lore nerd — Ekko is quite underdeveloped compared to the richer origins of his former pre arcane self, but I'm gonna hold off on that till the season finale to see how they handle him. Anyways, at this point the fandom clearly sees him as Jinx's trophy husband. When you talk about him, she is brought into the convo 90% of the time. That's exactly why I prefer black timebomb shippers over the nonblack ones because I trust they actually love Ekko as a character on his own. Even though I have my complaints regarding how's been written so far, I still know he's too good to be reduced to Jinx's loverboy. He fights and cares for his city, the only character that you can confidently say is pure of heart, and is the revolutionary leader Zaun really needs. He's just as smart as Jinx too, he is literally going to create TIME TRAVEL. Why does no one wanna talk about that? Can we be excited for his character development and arc not just for the timebomb scenes you'll get out of it?

Ambessa:

Can't even deny this woman is awful but her presence on screen enthralled me after a couple of rewatches and I also love bad mothers in media so I've settled on a love/hate relationship. Yes, she's definitely gonna have some influence on Caitlyn, which makes sense since she has now lost her mother; she's vulnerable and as we have seen, naive. She's practically free real estate for Ambessa. My recent worry though has been how the fandom seems to be willing to put all of Caitlyn's actions on her as if Cait isn't a grown ass woman who can make her own decisions. Of course being grown doesn't mean you're immune to manipulation, but I've seen some Silco and Jinx comparisons and it is NOT the same. Mind you we haven't even seen the first three episodes; we don't know how far Ambessa's manipulation is going to go and we can't really tell what the dynamic is gonna be like based off of clips and trailers that are likely shown out of context on purpose to throw people off. I'll never defend her actions, hell I'll join in on the lashings, but my black ass is also not gonna sit here and let yall talk about her weirdly or pin all of this on her.

Some might say I'm overthinking this, but I've been here since November 2021 and have sat back and observed for 2 years. You don't have to write deep, philosophical conversations 24/7, I'm sure it's not all in bad faith and I won't act like I don't thirst over Sevika or marvel at Mel's beauty. I'm not saying you have to like these characters and that you're racist if you don't. My frustration comes from the lack of nuanced conversations and hypocritical opinions surrounding black characters in this show. When you try to say something about this, you're hit with excuses; it reminds me of how man obsessed fujoshis act when they're questioned for not giving two fucks about female characters. They're either reduced to one character trait, only admired for their looks, or only discussed when it's about the white character they're connected to. Do NOT under ANY circumstance be black and morally ambiguous, you WILL be held to higher moral standards than everyone's wittle blorbos who can do wrong and are defended from all sides when you dare to take the rose colored stan glasses off and criticize them. What's really ridiculous is you hear the "complex characters" bullshit every two to three business days and some of you have the nerve to boast about this series being diverse while simultaneously ignoring the complexities in the characters of color. This is the main reason I took a step back and with season two around the corner I thought "Hey, maybe it'll be better this time!" and it was a mistake. Good to know yall still have an underlying racism problem you don't wanna address but with some extra classism thrown in. "What will we do once Arcane ends?" hopefully get a job, touch some grass, and reflect. Lord knows yall need it. The faster yall sizzle out the better. I'm done that's all I have to say lol goodnight 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole in this situation??

First of all I'm so sorry for bringing t/b discourse here but this has been so gd annoying I need help. And all this is is on twitter-retro etc.

I'm 100% here for switch please keep in mind. Idc what anyone else likes it's food I'll eat all of it. But this fandom. Oh this fandom. So here's the context, it's a anime show with a really popular almost canon mlm ship, one of them is crazy beautiful and the other one is a big muscular man. Naturally the fandom like the pretty man as bottom and the muscular man as top. Let's call this DC. Not all people tho and it's the problem.

See, there are some creators who hate the above dynamics so much they make the muscular man a woman, sometimes trans which is fine but they always babygirl him, call him wifey, use she/her pronouns, go all out to make the pretty man over the top masculine so he can be top while making the canon masculine man demure little wife. Note that they're both really tall but D has long hair so they always make him wear accessories to feminize him. I made friends with some authors who used to like switch, they wrote DC back then and they were so good. They were all into switch too. Over the years they became really hateful of DC dynamics and started to exclusively write CD, talk about CD only, rt CD art exclusively.

This is still fine, they're like 10 people out of thousands who don't care, and most people don't care. Until one day recently when I said it was better to ship switch. Those people started clowning me, saying it's their right to exclusively like whatever, write whatever, started ignoring how the show portrays them. They wrote literal threads detailing how to how use tags as if no one knows, shaded people who said they didn't care and would use whatever tags they liked. It got to a point I had to ask them to stop, they started saying I was harassing them and accused the fandom of harassing them on anon and ao3. When I said it Doesn't Matter they said it was racist to suggest that, telling me to block if I didn't like their posts. I could not make them understand how fetishistic it was, just because Japanese fans do this doesn't mean it's good or we have to follow? They somehow figured out who I was and blocked me, kicked me out of a server we were in together, so I lost mutuals and some followers too.

Then they started answering my asks unseriously like "I write CD to piss YOU off" "can't project on the twink like yall" and started insulting switch fans calling us hypocrits. There isn't much CD content to begin with how can I share more of those? Whatever is available they make it heteronormative like that. One of them deadass called me an asshole for "harassing" them just because I said it's rude to block people over t/b dynamics when no one is bothering anyone, because these people are always blocking anyone posting DC and making a bubble of CD only fans. This is bound to make them lose track of canon but who cares anymore. They keep complaining about being harassed for liking CD and yes some fans probably send anon hate but that doesn't mean any critic of CD is harassment?

Tell me how I'm the asshole here for suggesting they stop obsessing over t/b this much? How am I the asshole when I'm the one they all blocked and apparently I'm a bad guy because I followed some popular accounts who post DC and said some weird things about D which I didn't even know about.

What are these acronyms?

[insert-something-funy-here]

PHIGHT OR PHLIGHT

This is part 2!! Part three is in the works!!

Part 1 || Part 3

I hope yall know it makes me so happy to know people are interested in this HEHEHEGRHEJHEGEHRGR,,,,

Anyway, enjoy!!!

What a wholesome moment.

A ship kept safe by its anchor, the ocean nourished by the sand it wears at. But there’s a storm rolling in, one that will force its light upon this resonant scene. 

Steps echo in the alley, a slow clap accompanied by thunderous laughter. 

“Wonderful job my beautiful creation! I expected nothing less of you!” Shocked expressions made they way to Medkit’s and Biograft’s faces upon hearing Subspace’s voice. 

Anxiety greets them both in Subspace's presence, for one it's an old friend, and the other, it's something entirely new. "What? Did you really think I didn't know know this would happen?" He sighs, good thing this experiment has served it's purpose. "You've changed from how I designed you, and look at how you've been dulled."

"I knew Meddy would never let me close to him outside of a phight, but then you presented me a new experiment to run! As tough as he may act, I know he feels some guilt. Enough to see you at least." Even with his mask and eyepatch, it was easy to see Subspace’s smile. Finally, after spending so long trying find Medkit, he would get his chance at vengence. "Come now my dear creation, help me finish this, and we'll-"

"No."

"No? What do you mean no?" Some defiance was to be expected with this. Allowing this variable to grow within him. But he's being led astray, and I have a parently duty to pull him back. "I was fine with a little disobedience, it served a purpose, but it seems you've strayed too far from my brilliance." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a remote. He sighs, "It's alright though, because unlike that man there, I can fix you!"

That remote. One of the emergency shut downs for Biografts. This one specifically was made for gen## Zeta Biografts. In Subspaces mind, Blackrock could handle the hit in security for a bit. Anyone who's worth something has a personal Biograft not connected to any of the servers one of those remotes would shut down anyway. And with one press, Biograft fell apart, "Well, isn't this familiar?" His laughter brought back memories, and it was sickening. Medkit felt himself back in that SFoTH forsaken lab, back against the wall, a deer in the headlights.

Though Biograft had fallen apart, there was a few seconds before his software finished shutting down. In these precious moments he saw a version of himself standing before him.

"Leave."

"If I do that we'll be back where we started."

"We're not the same anymore. You've changed your directive. Follow it before he makes you like us again."

A slight pause. "You're not yourself either."

"I'm surprised your body is still holding up." A desperate attempt at keeping composure.

"You didn't do that much to me!!" Evidence of how he's failing. "Him on the other hand," He looks at the fallen Biograft and back up Medkit. He steps forward, using mist walk, he clears the distance before Medkit could react. Biograft was supposed to be here to help, but perhaps Medkit watching his last chance at some sort of temporary catharsis die will put him at enough of a disadvantage.

Grabbing him by his tie Subspace shoves him into the wall, "Brings back memories doesn't it? Don't worry, you won't have to remember for much longer!" His other hand hovering dangerously close to Medkit’s last eye. Subspace's freezes for a moment, feeling Medkit’s revolver against his chest, and begins laughing. "What do you think you're going to accomplish with that, hmm? You use that to heal people remember? It's the only reason you keep it after all-"

"What do you know?" His grip tightened, "These bullets can end lives as quick just as they can save them."

"Oh please," Subspace moves his freehand to grip Medkit’s gun, "If you had the strength for that," he pulls it closer, "you would've shot me already."

In flash of teal light, Subspace is on the ground and Medkit has been freed. A familiar alarm blares in both their ears. Subspace sits back up and stares in shock, but before he can call out to the newly reformed Biograft, he's already left with Medkit.

"My creation... my once beautiful invention... my son..." it doesn't take long for this Biograft’s absence to eat away at him.

Biograft runs as far as he can, Medkit in his arms. He makes wide jumps across rooftops, no real direction other than away. Away from Subspace, away from his 'siblings', away from Blackrock. He's overheating, he's going to collapse again.

"Go left here."

Which meant they needed somewhere safe to go, and to follow the quickest directions there. Medkit knew somewhere they could stop, the two of them just had to hope Biograft could make it that far.

[kittycat10112004]

Guys I had the best zosan fic idea EVER an I needed to share before I forget. Though maybe it won't leave lol.

Anyways, yall know La siene? Well heres my idea.

Sanji learns the love language of wano while he's there, and is shocked to find out that doing little could mean so much, also the poetic way of saying i love you (the moon is beautiful isn't it?) and that Zoro had cared that much and he never knew, so he wants to make it up to him, by combining his love language with Zoros, he thinks of songs that has to do with the moon and love, then it hits him, La siene would be perfect. (Just switch the her parts to him lol) but he doesn't want the others to know what he's singing and to whom, so he's gonna sing in French, but he's gonna need some help from Robin. (cause Zoro doesn't know French) so events on wano happen and luffy wants another celebration on the ship, (cause why not?) and Sanji comes up with a plan, (and tells Robin too of course) Robin will leave a French book out so Zoro spots it and asks about it, then Robin will tell him about it and translate for him, then later on while the crew is celebrating and singing hed wait for his turn, and sing La siene to Zoro while making sure the others don't notice, and hold onto hope that Zoro accepts his confession. So, thats the plan. Now to put it in place. Robin leaves the book out and as expected Zoro notices and asks, to which Robin translates, (and teaches him how to confess in French too for good measure.) The day goes by and night falls which means the party is happening, time goes by a bit more, Zoro on the railing and watching nearby (at least far enough where the crew doesn't notice him, and checks the lavender rose in his harumaki, then returns to watching the crew) and Sanjis turn comes up, (Zoro expects that he will sing loud and clumsily to the lady's, like an idiot, what he doesn't know is he's about to be very wrong) Sanji steps to the metaphorical stage, starting to sing,

(Idk if its the French ver or not lol) Zoro thinks he's singing to the lady's (like the romantic fool he is) until Sanji looks at him, (I dont know, dont know, so dont ask me why, that's just how we love La Siene and I) (just listen to the song and imagine sanji singing it. and yes I know its a duet, id like to think that he'd sing it by himself to Zoro ok?) Shock is one hell of an understatement to Zoro, but now he sees why Robin was teaching him French earlier (as well as how to confess in French) it was Sanjis plan, of a Love confession to him. That idiot. (Zoros eyes are now completely on Sanji as he sings the rest of the song) and as much as Zoro hates to admit it, that was one hell of a love confession. Sanjis song finishes and the next go up is ussop, so Sanji leaves em be, choosing to walk over to Zoro, being a bit embarrassed, (despite how well it went) "so, what do you say?" (Zoro pulls out the lavender rose) "id say, je t'iame aussi." (I love you too) now its Sanjis turn to be shocked, Robin must have taught him behind his back, still, its such a confession that is still so sweet to him, he didn't have to follow through what Robin said and yet he did, even more so the meaning of the rose, (lavender rose means Enchantment, or "love at first sight") he took the rose and smelled it (he always loved the smell of roses) and, without missing a beat, pulled Zoro in close, and kissed him short, soft, and sweet (Robin watched out of the corner of her eye smiling before turning back to the show) Sanji looks at the strawhats then back at Zoro, "lets go a bit further away hm?" "mh" they go farther away till its a bit quieter, music barely heard in the background. And they stay in eachothers company, enjoying the quiet peaceful night under the moons glow.

(And thats the end, hope yall fellow zosan fans like this idea as much as I did. It was so fun to write.)

[dearweirdme]

Now that we all agreed and know(except a few lost jikookers that don't actually follow BTS and are here for shipping only) that AYS sank Jikook as a ship fully, can y'all taekookers now leave Jimin alone???? Can yall not use moments of him taking care of his younger brothers against him next week? Can y'all leave his father alone???

He has shown time after time that he isn't that close to both of your husbands but y'all just can't let him be

I can't imagine taekookers wrote to the Govy of Korea because of enlistment involving a sunken ship😂😂

And I hope V and JK kiss in Jeju

As a Jimin bias, that will make me so happy because finally y'all will let Jimin be his happy, flirty self without trying to make him a villain for your ship to thrive

Yeah…. Wrong blog anon, we don’t do that here.

[milksnake-tea]

oh hello there. fancy seeing you here ;) god help me im so bad at this

Okay but for real though, I'm still blinking at this because we've officially reached (and transcended because I'm late) 2,000 FOLLOWERS !!!!! I'm honestly still in shock because I'm still recovering from 1k ..... I can't thank you all enough for the love and support you've given me and my silly writings, I can't believe my silly little blog has gotten this far sniffles

SO. for the event because i am NOT letting you all go empty handed. We are not doing a prompt drabble thing because I learned my lesson from the last event but WHAT WE ARE DOING. is like. this weird Q&A but like not. okay wait i'll explain it's kind of confusing but !!!

TLDR : I want to get to know you guys better (and you guys to know me better !!!), so I'll be doing an ask game! You can ask me about myself, my opinions on characters, and my headcanons on them as well !! It'll be more casual because that's easier for me (so it'll be me talking rather than my writing voice yall know), but I want this to be really fun for all of us :D

duration for asks: 3/19 - 3/26

rules

ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW. I am here to be silly not horny.

Don't ask me anything too personal or invasive, if you do I'll delete the ask altogether.

Don't ask for romantic headcanons for minor characters, arlan, or welt.

Be respectful, please !!! I just want to have fun guys :(

You can ask me things other than what's on the prompt lists, just as long as it isn't inappropriate.

Don't ask me on my opinions of ships, especially ratiorine (I mean this in the nicest way possible I just don't like that ship).

For my opinions on characters, you can ask about characters outside of HSR (as long as I know them), but for character hcs, keep it to HSR.

ask prompts - author !!!

What's set as your phone screen?

Do you have any pets?

What's your typical order at a cafe?

Do you prefer coffee or tea?

If you had to pick one character from ___ as your favorite, who would it be?

What's the last song you listened to?

Who's your favorite song artist?

Who was your first fictional crush?

What was the first fic you've written online?

How long have you been on Tumblr?

What's your favorite food?

What's your favorite color?

Name the WIP that's been rotting in your drafts the longest.

Name the WIP that you want to share the most.

What authors do you recommend?

Who are your mains?

What characters do you think you're the most similar to?

ask prompts - characters !!!

What are your general hcs about them?

What do you think their love language is?

On a scale of 1-10, how healthy are they in a relationship?

What's an unpopular opinion you have? (can be on a character or a fandom!!)

Character Analysis

What do you think ___ is like in love?

What kind of person do you think ___ wants in a relationship?

What's an ick you'd think a character has?

Who do you think would be the best partner, realistically?

How good at cuddling is ___?

What's a really stupid hc you have about a character?

What's a character duo that you really want to see interacting/see more of?

What character do you think is really underrated in the fandom?

What characters do you think would be the best friends or companions to have?

[mgmm-shifts]

DR: fun fact 11/11

I've decided I'm going to post a fun fact or something about my DR everyday. Not that I think anyone is gonna care but 🤷🏻‍♀️

If anyone does actually read this than thank you 🥹

My DR is modern and like not really a fame DR but we are famous public figures? Idk how to describe it but the military is a huge deal and has a giant following and since it's peacetime things are just calm. We are kinda grouped in as celebrities but there isn't fame toxicity like there is here in my CR, like paparazzi don't exist and people respect boundaries and treat famous people like human beings. But because we are such well known public figures, all the other celebrities (the same as who we have here in CR) know us and we all attend events and whatever celebrities do idk. Anyways... We all have tik tok accounts and insta and whatever and a gigantic fanbase. Like people make ships of us and normal fandom shit and edits and we have collabs. For example we have the Sanrio collab and plushies of us and Gudetama but thats a story for another post. But anyways, me and Connie have a series we make called: "MEL reacts" but it's not me (he just thought the name was funny because it would confuse ppl) it's Miche, Erwin, and Levi. We make them react to random shit or we just do random shit to them and it's the funniest thing ever. We take turns recording/doing it and one time it was Connie's turn and I dared him to tell all of them "I love you" out of nowhere at some point throughout the day. ~Miche: "...boy if you don't get your bald ass outta here with that shit-" ~Erwin: "That's nice. Most people do. 😄" ~Levi: "..........." he just stared at him and didn't blink for 10 seconds before he flinched at Connie and Connie sprinted away. Or it became a regular thing where I go live whenever I'm with any of them after our workouts and we just eat and do whatever. Usually with Miche it's in his truck after we get lunch post workout. ~Miche: "What's up fuckers, I'm back. This little demon dragged me on another live." With Erwin it's earlier in the morning so probably breakfast and it's outside HQ on one of the benches most of the time. His reactions are like Paul Wesley answering questions on insta if anyone has seen that 😭. ~Erwin *reading a comment on the live*: " 'Hello Smithussy...' Smithussy? That sounds inappropriate. *reads another with a straight face* 'Commander Daddy.' I think that's my contact name in Miche's phone." With Levi our schedule is random but it's usually in the officer lounge if we are eating an actual meal, otherwise it's in one of our offices. We just do random activities and he acts like that chimp in the zoo on tik tok that people bring slime too and he's all like ☝🏻👇🏻👉🏻👉🏻 if we are doing something or scrolling through tik tok or ASMR. Or he's like Nicki Minaj where she just reads the most insane and innapropriate comments for no reason. Sometimes we also rate things like snacks or whatever. ~Levi *we did a one minute drawing challenge and we were showing our drawings and he reads a comment*: " 'It looks like shit.' Fuck you, you look like shit. 'Levi marry me!!!' No 😐. 'Kiss you won't' I'm literally eating can we not."

Anyways this was more because I wanted to yap about my DR than anything else but I'll be back tmrw with another detail no one asked for 🧎🏻‍♀️.

It's 11/11 GO SHIFT YALL I LOVE YOU <3

[jack-kellys]

west end question: i obviously love my brooklyn girls and would die for them all, but is it bad that it’s taken away the sprace dynamic for me? like i’m still 100% on board with a nowhere near canon ship and it shouldn’t affect me they’ve decided to have spot be a girl, but it lowkey has? and i feel kinda guilty about it? idk i love my proshot boys. but i am 100% here for all the uk newsies cast they are amazing and so talented and it’s definitely my favourite production by far!! idk if i’m making sense

ok part of me feels a litle baited actually because like. i feel like... im vocal abt mlm musical sprace not being a big vibe for me in the first place. so im a funny person to ask if you were looking for relief lmao. anyway here's my thesis below.

wait also if ur a white newsie fan a read-thru+rb of this would be much appreciated thank youuu (also yall have been eating up my character analyses anyway sooooo!)

TL;DR THESIS: if you're feeling genuinely let down that your ship did not see the light of day and a black girlsie spot conlon got to instead, then yes, you should reevaluate that.

followers, if you've been with me long enough, you know that i have quite strong opinions about how this show gets treated when it comes to interpretations and fandom/fanon. mostly, this is because i literally work in theater, and it's extremely backwards in my brain personally when shows get treated more like a movie or tv show than a performance piece.

im also one of the only ppl in this fandom that ever seems to dare speak on race (not the damn character smh). and anon, buddy, kiddo, this does have to do with race, gender, and sexuality.

firstly, what i think needs to be understood about newsies, is that it is theater, which means it is meant to be mutable. there is no one way. there should never be one way. it does not exist. secondly, theater does not exist in a fandom vacuum. its live every night, conceptually. theater is a live performance art.

interpretations change- it's the nature of theater. so i think asks like these really do illuminate the difference between fans of the show's content or fans of... i guess the show's culture's content.

this is a culture content ask.

one thing i really, truly, deeply need you all to understand: from an objective, script- and staging-based perspective, proshot sprace does not exist. they do not speak. they barely see each other. race does not even volunteer to go to brooklyn. the ship originates from the 1992 movie, where they do actually interact, which is why the ship has prevailed through the 90s to today. they're from the movie, not the musical.

of course, this doesn't bash the ship- it has history, and naturally fans want to create new history when they get a new source material (the musical). it's true for like every newsie ship lowkey (but also not lowkey because all the manhattan newsies do interact and sprace literally does not but thats a different post!!), which is something i do admire about the fandom- we do a lot of our own legwork here, we invent relationships and backgrounds from one-liners that could be given to tbh any frickin newsie. i respect the 30 years we have invented ships.

however.

when a huge, publicized, consistently sold out production comes along with spot conlon as not only a woman, but a woman of color (specifically black rn!) as the leader of the most feared group on stage, there becomes something much more important than a "sprace dynamic", which does not canonically exist in the musical anyway bro. you can't miss something that isn't there imo. often the story and casting within a story comes first, and goddamn if this isn't one of those times. lillie-pearl's spot brings bravado, swagger, confidence, and intimidation that is literally....fine maybe i'm being personal but it is slash gen incredible to see in technically a period piece! a black woman in leadership with that kind of assuredness! in such a popular musical! how is that not– automatically surpassing an often obsessed-over (yes i am. hinting at something here, straight girl fans) mlm ship?

and while i'm on the topic of the over-obsessiveness of mlm musical sprace, let me talk about uksies sprace. because what's also wack abt this ask is that sprace is not a hopeless case in this production- it literally has about as much 'evidence' as the proshot imo!!!!!

i got to hop over to 2nd row brooklyn seating for act 2 so i saw once and for all really close up, right. there's a moment when race is upstage letting the newsies in/down from the stairs. spot comes down and she does, in fact, share a look with him. race gives spot a nod and she keeps moving.

and like im gonna see the show again (every day i am counting my mf blessings fr), so if i'm wrong or they don't do it every time i'll correct myself, but that's what i saw with my own dang eyes on saturday. they do acknowledge each other in uksies.

and since they do, i really like. i have to ask. what is bothersome/unpopular abt uksies sprace, other than oh idk.... its not white/white mlm with a twink/manly bf trope? why can't race still love who spot is as a character, this strong and fearless ruler of brooklyn, in uksies? because tbh josh's racer...nahhhh because. this is such a side note now but they'd be so good together oh jesus am i gonna ship uk sprace. and it's not like they're 'taking away' from a queer ship because a) you can headcanon spot as a queer girl and race being trans is consistently popular and b) newsies has ten billion gayass ships bro we've been eatin for literal decades.

anon, i'm sure you didn't mean harm by this ask. i'm sure, honestly, that a lot of fans are feeling the same way as you and weren't quite sure how to put it in words. but, i'm also not surprised you sent an ask like this on anonymous specifically.

should you feel guilty about it? i don't think guilt is the right word. but i believe you should think more about how newsies is not.....static. it does not exist in one form, and it never will. if you're feeling genuinely let down that your ship did not see the light of day and a black girlsie spot conlon got to instead, then yes, you should reevaluate that. in theater, you should always question why something impacted you the way it did- a major point of theater is to discuss and think about it when you leave! i know this because ive spent three years literally studying it, to back up my thesis credentials.

thank you for reading this, newsies fandom. i do honestly say all this with love, and i hope it made u think !! ♥️

[golbrocklovely]

okay since a bunch of you asked, here is my review of kris' podcast with snc ! :)

first off, i highly recommend you go watch it. i'll link it right here. it was seriously so fun to watch and very silly. but it had some really good points in it too.

i'll give some overall thoughts and then i'll point out random things that i liked.

so i think the flow of their conversation thru out the podcast was really fun, even if they were hung over from the night before. kris is really good at interviewing ppl, or at least snc. so i'm interested to see her do other podcasts in the future.

the beer pong element was a fun way to break up the podcast without getting it too far off topic.

this podcast also really made me love kris. i've watched her from time to time, never been a huge fan or anything. just someone that i could occasionally throw on in the background or whatever. but her banter with snc… top notch. i want to be friends with her just so we could sass snc together.

they were all so giggly together and it was just so cute to see. 10/10 watch this podcast again.

also…. was it just me or was she flirting with colby??? i KNOW they are just friends. i'm not actually shipping them…. but if they ever got together i wouldn't be mad. just saying.

okay, here are some random things that i liked that happened during the podcast:

kris saying colby should do voice acting: YES. she is just like me forreal. especially with the mics she was using, my god his voice is hot.

the reoccurring joke that colby is conceited was kinda fun, until i started thinking of ppl taking it too seriously. that man already gets enough shit, yall better STOP before it gets bad lol

kris' hair looks so nice. i love that color on her. it really warms up her face.

when kris made the joke of "are you guys gonna quit now since you hit 10 mil", and colby said "he (sam) gets to decide that, not me." and then followed it up by explaining their dynamic as "he's the leader and i'm lazy as hell, i don't do anything." this man was feeling SPICY that day lol i love sassy colby it's kinda my favorite

"i'm the girlfriend." - colby brock

sam being the stern one and colby being the go with the flow one makes perfect fucking sense. have i not said this before a 1000 times lol

sam not respecting astrology ppl but then admitting that it's kinda true…. something is not clicking there, cheif

i said this in an ask but them not being able to see but refusing to get glasses; yall are too rich to be BLIND

what is with snc getting houses or staying in places with no ac??? that could NEVER be me omg

so snc ended up mentioning the conjuring house and that what happened there is gonna change lives and might get on national news……. i'll try to say this in a positive way: i LOVE that snc love to shoot for the stars when it comes to their content. and them believing in their own content, being passionate about it, is really nice to see. but like�� bffr.

kris having a snapchat group with snc, that's adorable.

i highly recommend watching the part from 20:46 - 21:23. i want this shit to be permanently on repeat in my mind forever. everything about it was a masterpiece. - kris whooping snc's ass - colby complaining the table being too long - kris saying "i'm throwing the same shots as you boi, i'm throwing the same shots as you baby." - the look colby gives her when she says boi (😀), and then the look when she says baby (😏) - kris then saying to sam when he misses a shot "is your mom proud of you?" and then colby's face???? I LOVED EVERY MOMENT

colby saying he can't read comments bc they just make him feel bad breaks my heart. that sometimes he has to refuse to read them just bc they get to him too much. i need everyone to rewatch that clip back next time they want to say something about his appearance that isn't extremely nice. yall fucking suck.

snc strategizing pics on insta is so true. just watch jc's livestream when they hit 10 mil. it took them 20 minutes to post about it lol

re-rack, reconfigure, no no. the real word you're looking for is rearrange. that's what we used to call it.

i love snc with my entire heart, but sometimes it becomes very apparent that they only got a high school education. what do you mean you don't know what the word gaudy means???? ostentatious??? and then colby not knowing what the bible belt is???? cmon now lmao

colby talking about dating/his love life just a bit… kris really is trying to get on my good side sksksks

colby's raya profile saying he's a wwe wrestler, and then his caption being "6'0 on a good day with the right shoes"…. how does he get laid as often as he does???? i can't with him anymore

him also admitting to ghosting and getting bored talking to ppl. imagine being ghosted by colby. i would be embarrassed lol

it was interesting to hear their opinions on 25x25 now. i personally loved that content so to hear them say it wasn't as authentic as the haunted stuff is a bit confusing. i don't know if i would agree with it, but i like hearing what they have to say about it.

sam saying back to kris "if you make this shot, i think ppl will love you… finally." and then saying "make your mom proud"………… why do i find this hot something is wrong with me lol

if you're wondering if i could ever take snc in a fight, the answer is YES. i would absolutely murder them sksksks

snc listening to country music???? what has this world come to?? i mean i'm happy to hear they like country but it's just so surprising

colby saying his favorite movie is 'life of pi' but not understanding it and kris saying "you're so cute." i love that moment.

colby needs to make more music STAT

kris saying she's sleeping with socks on and colby not liking that: sir, you enthusiastically told xplrclub that you watch cist popping videos i don't CARE what you have to say.

colby also not wanting to saying anything to get canceled is very accurate

the little handshake they all did at the end of beer pong was adorable.

colby being good at moving his tongue fast………. i'm not even gonna say anything lmao

also his inability to do the cowabunga with his left hand. i fucking cried laughing at that.

[xmurder-of-crowsx]

Just block and ignore them. Let's not make a huge deal about this but

I'm just warning yall about a certain rper.

Friends I know seem to have the same issues w her spamming there inbox until they have to block and making people uncomfortable ,forcing things like ships and asks unto people as I've been told.

They are samanthachan and other blogs that got.

They are the reason I had to put my riddle blog on haitus and why I was crying earlier.

Post they sent me here

They sent me a horrid ask calling me a name just cuz I decided not to reply to there 50+ asks they send into my inbox per day.

Saying I ignore on purpose when I don't.

I will not tolerate shit like that anymore. I'm done.

And thus I need a mental break.

I was venting about feeling upset and she just throws salt into my wounds and tells me I'm a dumbass and I ignore on purpose and then you emphasized that I ignored you when again I didn't I got a life. And my blog is my own. You don't own my blog I do.

Sammy this isn't the way to go about rping I hope you learn from this I hope you stop doing what your doing. Learn. But me and you we are done. I'm done talking to you ever so I blocked you. I endured everything up to this point. You need to change your behavior , others don't like it either. Please. I don't know how old you are but. I think you need to learn to treat fellow rpers much better. We are not your toys we are living beings with actual lives. We sometimes don't reply immediately, we sometimes aren't on, we sometimes ignore asks especially if we are getting spammed.

Please fix your behavior.

And stop trying to readd my discord I won't add you back after how you acted I'm sorry.

And everyone else? If you want. Block. Because I doubt it'll change any time soon. So if you rather not have that you do you. This is a mere warning to my followers that is it. I'm not starting shit I'm warning my friends. And I need my break cuz I got hurt a lot by what happened. That is all.

[rissararity]

Keep My Secret- Stucky/OC

By RissaRarity

A/B/O fic

👉🏻Chapter word count: 11,205

🌶 18+ readers discretion advised

(Unprotected p/v sex, dom Steve, choking, praise kink, threesome, poly, Heat, mating instincts)

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CHAPTER ONE - THAT TIME IN SPACE (Prism + Steve)

SUMMARY: When their ship crashlands, Bucky, Steve and Prism must await rescue. This unscheduled detour makes her suppressants wear off and she is forced into a heat for the first time in years. Something thought to be dormant wakes in Bucky, the alpha he was forced to be under Hydra's command takes over and makes him pursue the omega.

Frenemies-though more often than not more like enemies- Prism and Steve must put their differences aside to keep her safe until her heat is over or rescue arrives.

(Heat smut with plot yall)

Damn it!" Steve growled as the fuzzy transmission signal died. "They can't get us for another week."

"A week?!" Prism's heart dropped. This was supposed to be a three day mission tops. She wasn't prepared for this.

"That's what I fuckin said, isn't it?!" he hissed, getting a glare.

"Look we aren't happy have to deal you either." Bucky replied gruffly.

She turned her glare on him and was met with his infamous dead eyed stare.

Priz flinched as Steve stormed by in a rage, unleashing it on some near by alien tree looking plants.

The betas let the Alpha blow off steam for a while until Bucky spoke up, "If you're done, we could use some help setting up camp."

Steve glared at the crashed spaceship they arrived in. "Couldn't help us land without destroying everything, you weak bitch?" he spat while she unloaded some boxes.

"It was already too damaged to function, you're lucky my force field was enough to keep us safe in that hellish atmosphere and from exploding upon impact! We'd be dead if it wasn't for me!" she growled with such ferocity both the males looked taken back, knowing what she said was true.

Truth be told, she was a bit worse for wear. With her long term blockers wearing off, her powers hadn't been on full and would only get weaker until after her oncoming heat cycle was over.

She didn't how know she was going to handle hiding it with these two here. This planet seemed devoid of life, at least ones like them, so she only had to worry about Bucky and Steve.

But they were quite a thing to worry about.

Especially with her powers slowly fizzling as her Omega hormones slowly reawakened and tried to make her vulnerable.

She needed to dig in her heels and assert herself for as long as possible while she figured out what to do. Getting them to want to stay away from her seemed like her best hope.

Priz didn't seem aware, but she'd had a nosebleed since they landed, evidence that it had been quite a feat for her to save the ship.

Steve didn't seem to care, but she gained some respect from Bucky when he put it together. Between helping set up shelter, the other beta noticed her flinching to her side a little every now and again.

Again, the Alpha was too caught in his own rage to notice one of his charges was hurt. Even if neither were his, he was still Captain and the only Alpha. He was supposed to care about the team, and while he did care for Bucky on the rare occasion it was needed, he seemed to ignore the female.

Even Beta's healed better with help, but Bucky had never once heard Prism ask for anyone's assistance. He assumed healing quickly was part of her magical abilities but he was beginning to wonder if he was wrong.

"I'm gonna go pee. Stay here, will ya?" she asked after trying to mask an especially hard wince.

"Like I care what you do. Just go, Priz." Steve didn't look up as he started a fire in the pit he'd built.

Neither noticed Bucky suspiciously follow behind her at a safe distance. For a beta, she always was pretty shit at detecting when she was being followed.

A fair distance away, further than she'd have gone just to pee, she looked around before slowly lifting the side of her shirt.

A long strip of metal was imbedded in her ribs with only an inch or so sticking out. "Shit shit shit shit." She hissed as she assessed the injury.

Bucky squinted past her blood covered skin to see the shard, opting to pull out his high tech binoculars now that he knew his suspicions were correct.

She pushed her back against a tree and slid down it, reaching into her utility belt for a little first aid kit.

"Ugh this is gonna be bad." She got lightheaded as she stuffed a cloth into her mouth and grabbed the metal.

The other beta watched with wide eyes as she slowly and carefully pulled the shard from her side, screaming into the gag with tears coming down her cheeks.

She pulled air harshly through her nose as she bandaged the wound, finding a cracked rib the hard way, a fresh scream into the gag.

Unbeknownst to her, distress was rolling off her in waves that Bucky nearly responded to instinctively as a nearby and relatively friendly beta.

His vibranium arm gripped a tree trunk to remind himself she wanted to do this herself or she'd have come to them- or more likely him- for assistance.

He doubted she'd ever ask Steve for any help, even on deaths door. And he couldn't blame her.

Her face was pale and clammy when she finished and cleaned the blood off her skin, revealing heavy bruising across her right side.

She took the gag out and repacked the first aid kit with slightly shaking hands, leaning her head back against the tree and breathing heavily through the pain.

Bucky frowned as he watched her pant and blink pitifully for a few seconds before both of their heads snapped back toward camp as the alpha used the team bond to call them back.

Prism wiped her face and slid on a mask of indifference, heading toward camp as Bucky silently scurried away to not get caught.

--

That night, as Alpha, Steve took first watch while the betas laid down by the fire to sleep. He sat atop the cliff above camp for a good vantage point.

Bucky laid a little far from the fire on his side, lifting his arm to the other beta, offering to spoon with her to help her heal.

The simple nearness of a friendly beta would aid with her pain and healing. Most unmated betas would be open to cuddling with friends to help, and this was the first time anyone had ever offered to Prism.

He hid his shock when Priz snickered and laid on the opposite side of the flames, locking her jaw to hide her wince as she laid down. Bucky frowned as a stream of blood came from her nose while she slept.

Why was she determined to drive a wedge between herself and her supposed team mates?

A few hours later, Steve came down to pick what beta would take the next watch. He narrowed his eyes at the dried blood under Prism's nose, noticing for the first time that her side smelled like blood too.

He tilted his head curiously, kneeling down and using his alpha hormones to keep her unaware and asleep - he could just as easily rouse her if he wanted to. It was one of the benefits of being the only Alpha among betas- he could command either of them wordlessly like this. He kept both of them asleep as he knelt beside her and lifted her top a little, surprised to find a deep red bandage surrounded by a large purple bruise that took up most of her side.

Steve clenched his jaw, annoyed that he hadn't picked up on her distress earlier and that Bucky didn't seem to care either. Another beta wouldn't be as helpful as an alpha, but it was better than dealing with it alone.

Letting herself be injured and not speeding up healing was hurting the team too.

But if she was determined to suffer, let her.

She'd come crawling to him when the pain became too much. Begging for his aid.

And he would give it, for the good of the team.

But until then, she was on her own.

After replacing her shirt he carefully wiped her nose then woke Bucky for second watch.

--

The next morning, Priz woke up first and Bucky waved her to the ship to get ready for the day before he would come down from his watch.

She bandaged her side and refreshed herself in the ships luckily still functioning bathroom facilities.

She managed to use her magic to make her clothes clean again, coming out of the ship looking normal other than the slight bags under her eyes.

Bucky came down and they decided to let Steve sleep a while longer. While the beta took his turn in the bathroom, Priz watched over Cap who slept soundly.

When the beta came out, she wiggled her fingers at him, making them glow purple. He took in her spotless appearance and nodded letting her flick her magic at him leaving his clothes like new.

She began to prepare breakfast while Bucky started chopping wood, the sound of witch woke the Alpha at last.

He surveyed the camp and the betas before nodding and going into the ship next.

Steve's shower was military fast and he was back in 10 minutes or less, coming out in his dirty clothes again.

Feeling that it was only fair, Prism approached him seeing him raise his eyebrows expectantly.

"Do you want me to," she wiggled purple fingers, "clean your clothes?"

His expression changed to confusion then surprise but he nodded, letting her do the same to him as she had Bucky and herself.

He didn't thank her, just went and grabbed his breakfast first. Bucky put the axe aside and got his serving next, not wanting to give Prism special treatment like he normally would for an injured teammate- since she clearly wanted to deal with it herself or keep it from Steve; he didn't know witch.

Prism tried not to look disappointed at the meager half portion the super soldiers had left her with.

"You've been meaning to loose a few pounds anyway, right?" Steve clapped her on the back as she passed, missing her slight recoil at his touch.

To cover it, she stuck her tongue out behind his back and took every little bit she could get from the pot.

Bucky glanced down at his full plate and cursed himself for not saving more for her. Now that he could have gotten away with doing and Steve wouldn't have noticed.

She stood while she ate while the men sat beside each other and chatted.

Afterward, she collected the dishes and returned to the ship to wash them. Her stomach growled at her but she growled back. "Suck it up. It's always like this. You know that. I'm not in any shape to challenge Buck for more food. Steve's right, I don't need it." She pinched her flat stomach and frowned. Was she getting fat?

Her chest hurt as she hurt her own feelings, shaking her head.

It's just the blockers wearing off, She tried to tell herself.

She never worried about her weight before, in fact, she'd often been compared to Aphrodite herself in terms of her looks. The tabloids loved getting photos of her and fans adored her.

She wasn't fat, if anything she was on the fit side.

Right?

Stupid Omega thoughts.

-

To save the limited food the did have, Steve told the betas they'd be cutting to two meals a day. Both agreed, but Prism frowned slightly as she'd begun to feel light headed around onePM Earth time.

She redressed her bandage in the ship and ran her fingers lightly over the large bruise on her side, hissing in pain and quickly retracting.

She opted to drink a lot of water- something the ship could synthesize on its own from...natural resources as well as particles found in most planets with sufficient oxygen.

After filling her belly with water she went back outside just in time to watch the Alpha pace back and fourth.

"I can't stand all this waiting. We did our mission and crashed onto a neighboring planet. What are the fucking odds!?"

"Being mad about it isn't going to help anything, Steve." Bucky sounded bored.

"Its not hurting anything either." The alpha countered, glaring.

"It's hurting my head. Why don't you go plow through more trees with another tantrum? That'll at least give us more fuel."

The males gaped at Prism who immediately regretted her words. Bucky jumped to his feet and pushed against Steve who immediately tried to stride over.

"What's you're fuckin problem lately?" he growled, "I don't have to take your shit."

Swallowing her fear to keep up her beta façade she looked up defiantly, "Yes, you do. And you're going to until you learn how to handle your emotions like a mature alpha worthy of leading."

Shit.

Bucky was immediately shoved aside and Steve's long strides carried him over to the slightly shaking female who held his eyes.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" he growled, picking her up by her neck, ignoring her prying fingers and gasps.

"I'm the only Alpha here. I was chosen to lead this mission. You think you could do better?"

Her reply was lost in gasps.

"Steve, stop it!" Bucky put his vibranium arm on the alphas shoulder.

"No. She needs to be put in her place. That's another thing alphas do."

He harshly threw her sideways into the dirt and kicked her side, sending her rolling in the dirt and whimpering in pain-clutching her already injured side that began to bleed again.

In a flash, Bucky had Steve on the ground with his metal arm around his throat. "Hate to say it, but she's got a point here. Plus, a good alpha would never choke out a non-aggressive beta who, need I remind you, he as Captain is supposed to protect."

"She's fine!" the blonde growled.

"Is she?"

The blood. The bandage.

The alphas eyes grew wide as he remembered her injury from the rough landing that she hasn't mentioned yet.

Bucky released him and they both looked over to where she'd been thrown, finding a few spots of blood left behind. They could hear her coughing and wheezing in the ship and the medkit open.

In the dirt she wrote, Fuck you Rogers.

Guilt flooded him immediately as he realized Bucky was right, and so was Priz. Letting his irritation evolve to rage wasn't helping anyone. And he'd definitely thrown her on her injured side- not that she knew he was aware of it.

Both of their heads snapped over to the ship as the scent of blood and worry leaked from it.

They looked at each other for a second and both headed in. It was easy to follow her scent to the locked bathroom where they could smell both scents were stronger, they could hear her push on her side and try to stop the bleeding.

"Stop stop stop stop..." she muttered, hissing in pain as she put more pressure on it. "Ohhh come on don't make me do this..." her voice was raspy and full of fear like neither of them had ever heard.

They looked at each other in confusion before they heard a lighter be lit.

"Priz, wait!" Bucky knocked on the door. "Let us help you."

"I'm fine. Just a scratch." She rasped again, making Steve flinch.

Bucky nodded and stepped back to let Steve take over. His domineering aura filled the ship, "Prism put that lighter down and open the door." He commanded with his alpha tone.

After a few thick seconds of tense silence, they heard the lighter be placed on the sink, then a few more seconds before the door opened after some shuffling.

She opened it only a crack and touched her bruising throat, "Just a bruise. It's fine. I'm fine. You're a dick though." She croaked at the alpha who's nose immediately told him something was wrong.

He shoved the door open, making her back up until she was pressed against the wall.

"Do you mind? Occupied." She pushed weakly at his chest, flinching as he grabbed the side of her shirt and lifted it. The puncture was bleeding heavily and it stained her shirt a deep red.

"How long were you planning on keeping this from us?" he growled, making her flinch reflexively and cast her eyes down.

"...until it healed."

"Or until you bled out and died." He said harshly, "and what if we'd been attacked? We expect you to hold your own, we can't coddle you. What if Bucky got killed by trying to save you? What if it was your fault Bucky died?"

Bucky looked over the Alpha's shoulder, horrified that he'd sling that at her. Her chest hurt, feeling tight as the last of the blockers wore away and his words cut deep.

Her eyes teared up and she dropped her chin to her chest, cowering from her Alpha who stood with his fists balled.

"Ever think to ask why I would rather die than ask you for help? Why I would rather live in silent agony than come whimpering to you?" she coughed as she tried to speak louder.

"Its shit like that. You maybe a great leader, a great captain..." she gasped, clutching a cloth to her side. "But you're a bad alpha."

His eyes got wide, mind locking this image in his memory as his body froze.

She ducked under his arm and shakily went to Bucky who immediately took her to lay down, grabbing the med kit from the wall.

Steve stood frozen and watched his friend tend to their injured team mate. He was forgotten about as the betas spoke softly to each other, Bucky crooned at her whimpers that she no longer had the ability to hide without her blockers.

Her change of scent was subtle, too much for the beta to pick up on yet, but Steve could tell something had changed during the day.

Instead of being the leave me alone, I'm fine person she usually was after a tough fight, she eagerly accepted his aid. Not just his combat medic abilities but his presence. It was common for unmated betas to stick together for the most part, cuddling was a common way for them to bond and it helped them heal faster.

She'd never allowed this before. Medical care sure but she was letting Bucky spoon with her on the couch, keeping her injured side up. He lightly covered her cracked rib with his arm he stretched over her waist.

The look in her eyes was changing too - gentler, docile, trusting.

Neither of them noticed the air grow tense around the alpha still watching from the corner of the room- what the fuck is wrong with Priz?

Her scent was getting sweeter as Bucky had casual conversation with her, lips close to her ear.

While it wasn't uncommon for unmated betas to have sex with each other for fun-there was no risk of accidental mating- it was odd that Bucky's pheromones flooded the air this way. Then again, Buck was nearly dominant enough to be an alpha if he cared a bit more so it could be a result of that.

Because what Steve witnessed definitely looked and felt like early courting measures.

But they're both betas...right?

Getting an idea, he returned to the bathroom and opened the bathroom mirror compartment revealing a blood testing machine with swabs. He wiped her blood from the doorway and inserted the swab.

Within seconds the small screen gave him the highlights of the result: O - Female, slightly elevated hormones: possibly a rush from hormone blockers or stress.

His eyes grew wide as he re-read it again. O - female.

Priz was an Omega?!

He'd known her for years and she never gave off any less than bitey Beta. Was it an act? Was it real and she just a bad Omega?

As soon as the question occurred to him his inner alpha scoffed at it. Fun. She was fun.

He shook his head and closed the mirror, coming back into the room to find Prism had fallen asleep in Bucky's arms.

"Does she smell...different to you?" Steve asked, trying to get him to notice. With how Naturally Bucky's hormones reacted to the new ones the female was putting out, he knew the physical attraction part at least was real. His body knew but his brain missed the info.

She might be the first Omega he'd gotten a whiff of since being freed from Hydra- they were exceedingly rare.

Bucky gave a questioning look and bent his nose down to her neck, both noting how even in her sleep she bared her throat obligingly.

His pupils dilated as he inhaled, eyes snapping to Steve again.

"She's...did you know?"

"Only a few minutes before you." He pointed to the bloody bathroom.

"What do we do?"

Steve considered their current position, the pheromones cleared now that Bucky had returned to his senses but his touch would still help her, more than beta to beta, even.

Omegas were considered easily rechargeable, in terms of healing. Though an alpha would still be ideal, Bucky could pass as one when he wanted to - he'd fooled enemies before.

"Take it one day at a time until help arrives. Keep each other in check."

Bucky gulped and nodded, closing his eyes and flaring his hormones to alpha level. The air tensed between the two alphas.

"I'll guard outside but I'm keeping an eye on this."

He gestured to the two of them.

"She's not even in heat yet, I'm fine. Let me help her like a good alpha and get out."

Steve was taken back by the growl, chest hurt a little at the insinuation. He knew an unmated, injured omega would bring out the worst in both of them as they wouldn't be able to help but fight over her in little ways.

Swallowing his pride, Cap nodded and left the ship wreck to patrol.

On some level, it killed him to give up the omega to a beta but the fact that it was Bucky made it not so bad. Now that he knew Prism was an omega, so many moments in their past felt different now.

He could truly see why she called him what she did. The most hurtful words an omega can say to an alpha. He should be the first person she goes to when injured but the fact that she actively tried to keep it from him to suffer alone was an absolute gut punch.

Why would an omega put herself through being an active duty Avenger? The constant presence of countless alphas working at the tower?

Now he understood why she hated attending meetings and was always trying to convince Tony to have them in the residential conference room instead of high in the sky.

He wondered if Tony knew about this. Bruce clearly knew because long term blockers were unavailable to the general public.

Knowing what he did now, he gained a lot more respect for her as he saw her though the omega lens.

"I've got them!" Prism lunged to head toward the cowering children while the building they hid under swayed.

"There's no time! Too far away." He grabbed her arm.

Her eyes glowed with passion, fists displaying silver and pastel colored magic. "I've. Got. Them." She bit, fading into white smoke to get out of his range then flying over to them, throwing a forcefield out with both hands as the pieces of building began to splinter and rain down.

"Prism, that building is empty. Only those two." Jarvis told her over coms. Cap caught his ricocheting shield after taking out a couple of enemies and glared as he watched her disobey orders.

The children cried while she dodged the falling debris and made it to them, yelping slightly here and there as she got closer. She landed on the ground between them and covered them in a dome of a forcefield just before the entire building fell down around them.

Concerned shouts came out over coms as the other Avengers took notice.

They could vaguely see a shimer of purple light dance under the pipes of office building. "We're okay. We're okay...for now...but...its...heavy..."

"Race for time, guys! Find Priz!" Tony flew down and began throwing the larger pieces of debris.

The team arrived and dug though the ruble, occasionally hearing Prism speak very softly to the children but unable to understand what she said.

Then a big piece of cement slid down a little and a nervous shout came from the coms as Prism's footing slipped a little under the weight, forcing the children closer as the forcefield shrunk.

" You're doing great, Priz. Just hold it for a little bit longer." Tony said over coms.

"I've got it." She sounded strained but determined. Her com picked up one of the kids saying something about her nose but she sushed him.

When they freed the trio, she dropped the forcefield as soon as was safe, eyes damp and distant looking. A little bit of blood dropped from her nose, but she wiped it away.

Cap had seen it though.

A little wobbly on her feet she took a couple of steps toward Tony who flew down to meet her, mask scanning her for injuries.

"T-Tony I feel...weird...I think..." her eyes rolled back and the Alpha caught her before she fell, shifting her to rest against his chest.

"Cap, finish up here please. I'm gonna put this on the charger." He chuckled.

At the time, Steve was annoyed Prism disobeyed orders, overextended herself then had to be evacuated.

Now he realized for the first time why she was so desperate to save those children, why she went against orders to do it.

He also realized he was the last alpha she would turn to. Even under the cover of a Beta she'd shown preference for Tony- if only for family/pack bonds, she at least accepted him and trusted him to look out for her.

Come to think of it, Steve realized he was the only Alpha on the team she bickered with, she had turned to others before but he didn't notice because he never even considered...

He'd always chalked it up to the little fling he and Bucky had occasionally, they weren't official but did enjoy each other's company when on missions together. He thought he was so cold to Priz because his body was accepting Bucky as his Beta, but now that he knew Prism's secret he wanted to treat her as such...he could have both. The ideal triad of A/B/O.

Someday.

He knew he had a lot to make up for to do right by Prism. He felt insanely guilty for how he'd treated her over the years, purposely letting her get tackled on missions, not going easy on her when they spared, the way he'd used her to practice giving alpha commands and belittled her for struggling to fight them.

He felt dirty knowing he'd done those things to an omega. Maybe that was why she'd gotten so good at denying him, something omegas were supposed to not be able to do at all.

She'd adapted and learned a skill thought to be out of her class because he'd mistreated her. Honestly, doing that to a beta without their consent to the practice wasn't seen as much better.

He realized that she wasn't a beta, but a neglected omega forced to adapt to survive- forcing her to live as a beta and taking injections to block her omega hormones and scent.

Was her sharp tongue just a defense mechanism or was she just a bratty omega?

Steve felt dirty as he very much wanted to know. He shook his head and focused on his patrol, and role as protector.

--

A few hours later, Bucky came out to relieve him of his post. Steve calmly entered the ship, feeling his friends slight apprehension as he did so.

Prism's eyes snapped open and she immediately dropped her eyes to his chest.

She got nervous as she watched him shut off all listening devices that recorded conversations.

"I want you to tell me why you mascaraded as a beta." He kept his tone soft.

The omega gave a questioning look. "Y-youre not going to command me to tell you?"

He sighed and shook his head. "I never would have done that to you if I'd known. I wouldn't mess with an omega like that. I'm....I'm sorry, Priz."

She blinked in surprise, flinching as she tried to sit up more on the couch.

Without thinking about it, Steve's chest gave out a rumble designed specifically to comfort an omega.

Her shoulders involuntarily slumped as the sound soothed her brain in a way she'd never experienced.

"Do you...I understand if you don't...d-do you want my help? Like Bucky's but better."

The woman eyed him skeptically and shakily pulled herself to sit up more, patting the other end of the couch. "Only because it hurts so much..."she muttered, grunting as she sat up more to carefully shift herself into Steve's side.

She felt so little as she slumped against him, he realized that when she wasn't puffing herself up to appear beta she was definitely omega sized. Steve dwarfed her and never noticed before because of her snarky tough guy act.

She could pass as a beta under normal circumstances.

He put his arm around her and carefully touched where he knew the wound was. He purred and flooded the room with his alpha pheromones. She visibly relaxed as he did this, previous reservations about it melting away as her blockers had left her completely in omega mode.

"...it does feel nice with you too..." the words seemed to leave her mouth without her permission.

"But better than Bucky faking it, right?" he chuckled slightly, trying not to move too much.

"I meant vs with Thor, Nat and Tony. Honestly you feel very similar to Bucky."

She tensed as he did, rage flickered in him but he choked it down for her sake. Not only had this omega come to every alpha on the team for healing other than him, she was comparing him to a beta.

"What do you mean?" he asked calmly.

"Its not about you, Captain," she added quickly having realized her mistake-Beta tendencies keeping her from referring to him as Alpha. "Part of it is...based on trust and strength of relationship...who's pheromones are ideal. It doesn't mean anything happened between us, even a friendship is a relationship." She knew Steve would feel the same ownership of her as any Alpha that got a whiff of her Omega pheromones, so she made sure to include that, then dropped her chin to her chest, "Bucky may be a beta but when he tries like that, he does pass as an Alpha to both my beta and omega senses."

"So let me guess: Tony is your favorite, then Thor, Natasha, Bucky and me."

"Yes, sir." She cowered slightly in his arm as she feared the wrath she'd usually face as a beta.

Instead he took a choppy breath and rested his cheek on her head, still purring softly. Body instinctively seeking emotional comfort from the omega.

"I really am a bad Alpha, aren't I?" he sounded dejected.

Her heart tightened for a moment. "I was harsh but not untruthful." She flicked her silver eyes to gently meet his blue- submission and mild fear were clear in them, keeping him in check.

His eyes got wet as they met hers.

"But it's never too late to change. Being an Alpha is more than being buff and bossy, you know!" she poked his peck, smiling a little.

Steve let her warm and comforting omega pheromones take hold and turned all his attention to her.

"Buff and bossy am I?" he joked, softly rubbing his cheek on the top of her head to show affection like Alphas only did for Omegas.

"Yes." She giggled, unable to stop the little sound of approval as he did it. This made him relax and smile, helping him forgive himself a little when he made her chirp like that.

"You've got that down. You just need to manage your emotions and use them to fuel the other aspects...like...?" she began, back comfortably leaning against his muscled torso as his touch sped her healing and soothed her pain.

"The first one I'd say would be controlling the situation, but that would probably fall under bossy so...protecting the team, be logical and calm under stress..."

She raised her eyebrows at him, dropping the hint like a sign on the Jumbo-tron.

Steve pursed his lips, recalling all the times he'd been needlessly cruel to Prism, sometimes just verbally and other times physically.

He'd noticed she seemed more wounded by the verbal abuse than anything but it wasn't enough to sate his odd need to be mean to her.

It wasn't all betas, in fact most saw him as an idol and adored him. He was fine with other Alphas most of the time.

But Priz specifically rubbed him the wrong way.

Could he somehow sense her industrial strength hormone blockers that kept her scentless?- somehow make him feel like something was wrong with her?

Thinking about it now, Cap always knew he could trust Prism to protect others and civilians, and give 110% all the time. But would he trust her to have his back?

No.

That's why his mission partner -Beta backup as Tony so jokingly called it- was always Bucky.

Now that he considered that he also realized Prism was usually Tony's beta back up for big missions - since both could fly and had similar abilities.

Did Tony know she was an Omega? Was he keeping her secret? Is that why he never argued more to pair Priz with Steve or Bucky?

Was Tony slowly building a relationship with her in hopes of her being his omega?

Steve clenched his jaw as he shoved the irritation down when he realized the answer was probably yes.

Provided he was right in assuming Tony knew. He tried to stay logical.

But then the thought of him seeking her as his beta were irritating too. This was Steve's first experience with an Omega since Peggy...Peggy.

The first Omega he met was also playing it up and working extra hard to appear a beta. He remembered he'd caught a brief whiff of something while they danced once. She was kind, but tough, confident and eager to prove herself among any company be it as measuring up to any beta there or by being the most beautiful person in the room.

He realized Prism reminded him of Peggy. His long lost love with the heart of a Beta and soul of an omega - she was the ideal of both rolled into one.

Was Prism like that too?

While injured or in heat, she would nearly lose herself to her new Omega urges. He wouldn't know what kind of Omega she was until she was back to normal and blocker free.

Though he was sure she would want them to have Bruce meet them on the landing zone to give her another dose of blockers before they enter the building.

Unless- for a second he considered that he could accept Bucky as his Beta, Prism as his Omega and no one would even notice her at the Compound.

She would be safe.

His brain immediately screamed absolutely not and that would be unfair and unwanted by Prism.

Bucky had- knowingly or not- already expressed an interest in courting her; though Steve doubted the two were versed enough in it to recognize the difference in the pheromone signs vs platonic.

Steve knew mateship couldn't be taken lightly, that's why he hadn't rushed in with Peggy.

Although he wished he had.

But he needed to remind himself that no matter the similarities, Prism was not Peggy.

Besides, he never treated the brunette the way he had the silver haired woman. She was well within reason to feel the way she did about him.

"Who knows about you?" He asked after a long while.

"Bruce designed the suppressants for me specifically, so he knows. I think Tony knows but he keeps yo-yo-ing that fact away from me so I can't be sure but...I really think so."

"So Tony might be knowingly sending an omega into the field. Your blockers wore off at a bad time and I think....I think..." Steve looked at her weirdly, ducking his nose into her the side of her throat.

For the first time ever, Prism arched her back and tilted her head for him-a heavenly sigh came from her throat as her Omega hormones made her respond positively.

As soon as he pulled away, she blushed pushed her hair over her shoulders. "You know that wasn't me..."

He gave an amused smirk, "I know, I know. But it was pleasant. You could be more pleasant to be around."

"So could you!" she growled, reminding him of a puffed up kitten. "I can't stay full omega and be an Avenger. I know I can save more people, I can help. I want to help!" she spoke with passion. "If word got out that I was an Omega I'd have to go I to hiding or try to find a new multiverse. The public would be in an uproar and not trust me, shame the other Alphas on the team for not knowing or accusing them all of knowing." Her voice shook and waves of distress rolled off her. "Social media would freak out, probably claim I get passed from one to the next..."

Steve pressed a kiss to her temple and made comforting sounds in his chest for her, "You're right. While I don't like the idea of sending you back in the field now that I know, I understand why you do it."

"I can help. I can save people. If I can, I should."

He nodded, rubbing his cheek on her again.

"So when we get rescued..." she began, "I'll see if Bruce will meet us on the landing zone with more blockers for you. Buck and I will keep your secret." He finished.

"Its more than that though. You can't suddenly start favoring me on missions. You both need to act like you normally would to deflect suspicion."

She felt his mood drop.

"I don't know if I can."

"You have to, please!" she begged, tugging at his heart strings with her omega tone.

"I'll try. We can always say we finally spent an extended amount of time together and mended some bridges...so the three of us don't have to bicker anymore."

She grinned a little, "Honestly, being a beta is more fun. I like the bickering just...maybe lay off a bit."

"Now that I can promise." He smiled down at her.

--

Over the next few days Bucky began to get more and more agitated as Prism's heat fully started. She did her best to rein it in but after years of avoiding it...she was struggling.

She wanted her suppressants more than either of the two males with her - no matter how much her body disagreed and pleaded with her to just pick one.

Bucky's alpha level pheromones stayed active constantly, making him act every bit an Alpha. He got possessive of Priz and even refused to let her use the bathroom without him in the ship.

She didn't like the wild look in his eyes, the predatory way he sized her up everytime he saw her.

She'd actually begun to gravitate toward Steve, finding his lack of interest in her to be safer and preferable.

One night while she was napping in the ship, feeling like she was burning alive the door opened and she was immediately alert -whimpering.

"Easy, Priz, it's just me. But we gotta go." Steve entered, looking a bit worse for wear.

"Bucky's lost it. He's gone all winter soldier again."

He hastily packed a bag and put it in her arms.

"Unless you want to be forcefully mated by The Winter Soldier I'd suggest you follow me.".

Prism leapt to her feet, flinching as her thighs disturbed the slick that coated her them. Steve flinched too as her scent bloomed now that she wasn't under a blanket anymore.

"I'm gonna make up for the past, I'm gonna keep you safe from him until his rut is over and he's Buck again."

He took her hand without thinking and helped her hustle out of the ship.

"Where is he now?" the alpha pheromones were raging in the air and it was hard to tell Bucky's rut from Steve's natural enhanced ones.

"I knocked him out over there." He pointed into the woods, "He started going feral while talking about you and I couldn't listen to it. I knew he wasn't safe to be around anymore-not right now."

"Its my fault isn't it? M-my heat triggered his rut. But I thought beta's don't get ruts? And you seem fine." She jogged to keep up with his long strides before he sighed and ducked down for her to climb on his back.

Steve ran off into the woods to put as much distance between Bucky and Priz as possible.

"Buck is a special case. He's a beta but the part of him he called the soldat is an alpha. That's why it's so easy for him to pass. In a way...he's both. So his inner alpha responded to your heat until he couldn't take it anymore and took over." He didn't comment on her claiming he was fine.

He felt guilt radiate off the omega on his back, "Its nothing you did wrong, he just hasn't been so effected by an Omega before. I don't think he's even met one since Peggy."

Everyone knew the story of Caps long lost love, who died of old age before Prism joined.

Yet, he found himself very aware of the heat pressed to his back as he carried the omega into the alien forest. This was going to be Steve's first real attempt to be a good alpha, and a big part of that was protecting omegas in danger.

Even if the danger was his best friend.

-

"It's the best way to hide your scent for a while. He's a hunting machine, Priz." The look in Steve's eyes was one of worry and embarrassment.

He was right, of course, the scent of an Omega in heat was one of the most potent and easy to track one's known to alphas. It was ingrained in their biology.

But if her heat were temporarily sated/if she took an alpha her scent would be covered for a short time, taking away Bucky's main lead.

She bit her lip nervously, knowing that it must be serious for Steve to admit he can't win cat and mouse with a beta. He wouldn't mess with her at the cost of his pride.

"You said it yourself, I'm fine. For whatever reason you don't effect me like an Omega usually would. I just want...I..." he ran his hand through his hair, stressed.

He'd never felt like this before but he wanted to protect her, not mate her.

While he couldn't find the words, she could sense that this alpha wasn't responding to her unintentional barrage of fuck me pheromones. She couldn't scent any elevated level of arousal from him at all.

If anything, he seemed reluctant.

That was enough for her to trust him.

But she knew she'd only get worse and harder to move over the next few days. They needed to get some distance between them and the Soldat before that happened.

Sighing, she nodded. "Okay. But once we get back we never speak of this again."

"Never." He agreed , casting his eyes away as she sat up and took the pants of her suit off, her scent bombarding Steve's senses but his only reaction was a half chub.

One look at her open and soaked sex told him she was more than ready. She'd been sitting against the wall with her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms locked around them, forehead on her knees with her eyes closed.

He realized she'd been fighting her own urges. He knew she didn't really want this. Hell, neither did he.

But this was for -probably- his survival and her avoiding being forcefully mated and marked by Bucky.

Steve knelt in front if her.

"Present for me, Omega." He said the magic words that's made any willing omega absolutely drip.

Prism did, getting on her hands and knees facing away from him so her waiting entrance was practically shoved in his face.

After stroking himself a few times to get fully hard, Steve used one hand to push down on her shoulder blades. She gave a compliant chirp and laid on her breasts and cheek, keeping her back arched and important bits in position. "Stay down." He growled in his alpha tone so her heat brain would force her to accept the command; thus, keeping her neck away from him.

"Yes, Alpha."

Steve's chest rumbled as he pressed himself inside until her little body swallowed him whole- inner alpha preening at the submissive mewls of pleasure that left her throat.

He kept a tight reign on himself as he grabbed her waist and started guiding her back to meet his thrusts, his eyes rolled back in pleasure at his first taste of omega pussy. His chest gave a low rumble of approval that made her eagerly meet him, trying to wiggle her hips against him.

"What is it, little one?" he asked, lightly fucking her, the term of endearment falling from his lips naturally. Most of his trepidation melted away as soon as he got the head inside and instinct began to take over.

"I...I want...I want to feel...to..." she blushed deeply, bullet silver eyes shamefully met his crystal blues with half her face pressed into the dirt. Long moonlight hair in a slightly messy Dutch braid that tumbled over her back and shook with each thrust, dangling under her.

She looked beautiful. So submissive and desperate.

"Tell alpha what you need."

He knew. He just wanted to hear her say it. Even given the circumstances, he couldn't be clinical about this like he'd hoped. It was still having sex with an omega in heat, and his inner alpha wanted to enjoy it.

Prism whimpered and tried more to wiggle against him, so he pulled half way out and paused. She let out a long whine and tried to push herself back only for his hands to tighten on her hips and keep her still. "A-alpha..." she looked like she was going to cry.

"Tell me what you need." He repeated, firmly this time.

After another whimper and needy side to side shuffle on her knees she closed her eyes in embarrassment and spit it out. "I need to feel you deep inside me, I want to feel how you stretch me."

A slightly cocky smirk crossed his lips, pride building in his chest as the omega shyly begged for him.

Lizard brain forgetting the current circumstances and that the omega in question was Priz, he shoved into her fully until he was seated as deep as he could go.

She groaned as she slid forward a bit in the dirt, brows knit. "Please...please..."

"You want me to stretch you, huh? Show you how much bigger than you I am? How strong your alpha is?"

She meweled in response, already feeling his head in her lower stomach she was sure was bulging.

He leaned to the side a little, careful not tear her but enough for her to feel how her body adjusted to accommodate him. Her moans got a little louder as he did this, making him pull a little roll of gauze from a little pocket on his suit.

"Can't have that, sorry. We're trying to avoid Bucky not call him." He quickly made a knot in the fabric and tore it into a gag, holding it out for her as he speared her.

"Open." He commanded.

Immediately she obeyed and let him tie the gauze around the back of her head with the knot in her mouth.

Steve gave a couple of experimental thrusts, biting his lip a little as he pushed in firm and slow- each one resulting in a small whimper of pleasure from the beautiful being under him.

"That's a good girl." He grunted, speeding up his deliberate movements while she melted into a moaning, whimpering, sopping wet mess. The echoes of their activities danced against the cave walls as he tried to hold in his own little growls but some slipped through.

His alpha wanted to take his time but Steve knew the sooner it was done the sooner they could get out of there. He didn't love the thought of being holed up in a cave any longer than they had to be; effectively cornered.

He gripped her hips tightly, groaning at how soft and round they were in his big calloused hands; perfect omega his instincts purred.

"Gotta finish up, Priz. Then we've gotta get going." His voice was a little strained as he neared his end, hammering away.

Unable to resist, he grabbed her braid and pulled back on it making her moan into the gag as her head was forced back baring her neck but keeping it out of reach as she stayed planted on her chest.

Prism's face was half covered in dirt, hair messily sticking out on one side by her face. Even still, in the moment, Steve thought she was gorgeous.

He gave a few extra hard thrusts, watching as her body bounced in recoil before burying himself as deep as he could and groaning as his fingernails left crescent marks in her flesh.

Her face crumpled in pleasure as his release triggered hers, making his roll straight into another round of spurts as he ground into her, pressing his thighs flush with her backside as he shuttered, eyes closed as he lost himself in the moment. "Fuck." He groaned.

Steve clenched his jaw as he felt his fangs elongate, instincts urging him to mark the omega but he refrained partially due to his thinking ahead and making her stay out of reach.

Wasting no time, he pulled out and righted himself. "Get ready." He grunted somewhat awkwardly, making her head clear mere seconds later.

Blushing furiously, Prism took her gag out and used the cloth to clean herself a bit before pulling her pants back up and shoving herself to her feet.

Her legs shook slightly, and she braced herself on the wall for a moment to steady herself while Cap scouted the entrance.

"Lets go."

She nodded and ran beside him while they took off onto the alien forest again.

"Any idea how far he is?" Prism asked after another couple of miles.

Due to how close Bucky and Steve were, and the subsequent pack bond they had, the blonde was very aware. Even in alpha Soldat mode, Bucky couldn't truly hide his presence from him.

"He's at the cave now, probably scoping it out and about to be even more pissed off when he finds that gauze and realizes what we're doing."

"And what we did."

He snorted a small laugh, "Yeah, Alpha Buck is gonna be furious he lost first dibs."

Prism glared and gave him a small shove as she walked beside him, "I wish I could punch you for saying that."

Steve smirked down at her, knowing her Omega hormones wouldn't let her assault an alpha, much less the one who's cum she was currently full of. If anything, she'd probably end up sweet on him for a bit after this was all over.

She wouldn't be able to help it.

Luckily, there was no risk of breeding without a mating mark on both parties involved so at least that wasn't a concern.

They had enough to worry about.

"I'm sure you'll punch me at your earliest convenience, omega." He teased.

"You're damn right." She snickered, fully intending on decking him when she got back on her blockers.

"Good to have you back, Priz." He chuckled, glad to see she was almost as bitey an omega as she was a beta. With her primal omega brain sated for the time being, her true self was peaking through.

Other than being less violent, she was largely the same.

Steve wondered why this pleased him.

Nonetheless, it did.

--

A couple of hours later, Steve stiffened just before Prism whimpered and clutched her lower stomach. "Ahh...." He looked back in time to see her face crumble in pain as a cramp tore through her.

"I did not miss this." She complained, "I thought...ugh..." she flinched, "I thought it would last longer."

Steve sighed, "You're in unmated omega in heat traveling alone with an alpha. Your body metabolized my-" she cut him off by clearing her throat.

He rolled his eyes, "What I gave you," she nodded to indicate this re-phrasing was acceptable, "And now that you're empty again, it's asking for a refill."

"Demanding is more like it." She groaned in pain, wiping sweat off her forehead as she walked a little slower, falling a bit behind.

"You really don't know much about omega biology, do you?"

"That thing I've been fighting against since day one in your multiverse? No, I can't say I do." She sassed, brows furrowing as another cramp hit and her leg gave out.

In a flash, she found herself face to chest with Steve as he caught her. Surrounded by his scent, she couldn't help but melt against him.

"P-Priz..." he sighed again, tapping her butt lightly. "Hop up. I'll carry you until I can find somewhere to...take care of you." His chest fluttered when the needy little thing climbed him and wrapped her legs around his torso like a baby monkey, arms around his neck and head on his shoulder-adorable.

He shook his head slightly to clear the thought. Be a good alpha, Steve, protect the omega from the rival.

The danger.

Yeah. The danger, that's what he meant.

Her pheromones were stronger this time, and he was having a difficult time keeping his head. The thought of her being savagely mated by the soldat cleared some of the fog from his brain as he reminded himself the omega was depending on him.

His inner alpha puffed up his chest at the reminder that he was being trusted.

Resolve strengthened, Steve was able to ignore Prism who began to helplessly scent him, breathing in his scent deeply while he carried her through the forest- clenching his jaw when she started to nip at him; a common way for Omega's to ask for their alpha's attention.

"Stop it." He commanded, needing to stay focused. Prism whined but obeyed, purring slightly when he softly pressed her nose back into his neck. "Scent only."

"Yes, Alpha."

He carried her to the bottom of a cliff side, feeling Bucky moving faster now that he was fueled by jealousy.

Prism refused to let go when he tried to put her down so he laid her down on her back, undoing his pants with one hand.

Omega brain was pleased her alpha accepted her and let go of him long enough to push her pants to her ankles. She ignored the rocks under her and focused on the alpha on top of her.

Her knees fell open wide, presenting to him the best she could in the position he'd put her in.

Steve's chest rumbled as his eyes took her on from head to toe, quickly lining himself up and sinking into her. As her mouth opened, he cursed and covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her moan.

He tapped her hip, "Hands behind, lift for me."

She gave a little chirp and did as he said, putting him at an angle that made his tip kiss her cervix.

He took her hard and fast, each thrust making her gasp at the feeling with the occasional, "Alpha!" into his hand as she squeezed him.

Sweat beaded on his forehead while he supported himself on his one arm, a feat of strength not missed by the quivering omega.

"Gonna fill you so deep you're gonna feel it slosh inside you." He growled, getting closer as she met his eyes with her own silver pools of lust. "Would you like that, omega?"

Steve took his hand off her mouth to grip the sides of her throat, lifting one of her legs for leverage as he rutted into her roughly.

"...need your cum, Alpha!" She panted, cheeks pink.

He shoved himself into her until he hit a wall, moaning as he lifted her off the ground slightly by one leg to really get in there in hopes to sate her for longer. He squeezed her throat tighter as he shot rope after rope deep into her, making her give a choked moan as she milked him for all he had.

She whimpered slightly as the Captain withdrew, he smirked with primal satisfaction in his eyes when he saw nothing was dripping out of her.

He turned away while they both righted themselves again. He helped her to her feet and handed her a meal bar from his backpack, getting one for himself too.

"Not idea for your situation b-" "Nothing about this situation is ideal, Cap." She cut him off with a grin. He chuckled, "You're not wrong."

"But I do want to thank you for...doing this for me. I know we don't..." "We're cats and dogs." He finished quickly. "Cats and dogs that's a good way to put it!"

They shared a laugh for possibly the first time ever, both consciously quieting down before they got too loud.

Covering her scent wouldn't make the Soldat lose them entirely - not by a long shot- but it did slow him down as his easiest and quickest trail marker was taken away.

"You're welcome, by the way." He said once they finished. "What you said the other day really...woke me up." He looked away from her, walking beside her. "The fact that you'd rather die in pain than ask me to help you heal...your Captain or alpha should be the first person you go to if you're injured." He stopped at a huge fallen log and dropped to one knee with his hands in a basket, tossing Prism over the large tree before climbing over himself and dropping down first while she hesitated.

"Fly down. We've gotta go."

She shook her head. "I can't. As long as I'm in heat my magic is useless."

"Biology sure is a bitch." He held his arms out to her.

"Ain't it? Programmed to be a damsel in distress." she gave a small smile before sitting on the top of the tree and sliding into his arms. "That's why I need my blockers as soon as possible. I wanna kick ass, Steve." She whined like a child, pouting.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, a grin playing on his lips.

"And I owe you a punch. Don't think I forgot."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Bon." He patted the top of her head, smirking as she accepted it, though she pouted the entire time.

Adorable.

W-what?

Gotta be from the sex. We're just a little sweet on each other from the sex and hormones. It'll pass. He told himself.

--

They managed to walk for several more hours after that, her body remained sated and thus her scent had dulled.

The sky darkened much like it did on Earth and the Captain found them somewhere to sleep. "He knew even Bucky would have to rest some time, and at the rate he'd been pursuing them he had to be tired by now.

When Steve focused, he became aware of Bucky's slow and relaxed heart rate, telling him he was correct.

He found them another cave for the night, frowning when she asked if they could have a fire. Unfortunately, the light and smoke would give away their position.

Steve leaned against the wall facing the entrance with his shield beside him, using his backpack as a pillow.

"Fine. I'm tired anyway." She grumbled, immediately stomping over and dropping to lay half on him, curled under his arm.

"You might need another top up before bed."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're a cum drunk omega, Priz. You adore me, we're actually getting along...it's not you." He chuckled.

She tch-ed and pinched him, blushing as she felt the muscle of his abdomen.

"Backfire?" he grinned confidently down at her, rubbing up and down her forearm softly despite his teasing.

"Fuck you, Rogers."

"That's my girl." She preened at his words of praise. "And my offer." He caught her eye and winked.

She met his cocky gaze with a glare, "I'm not cramping. I don't need it."

"Give it a minute. I can smell you again."

Sure enough, not long later her body got hot and her core grew slick. She doubled over as her body punished her for allowing her supply to run out, cramping again like a chainsaw to the stomach.

"I told you so."

She growled, stopping as soon as he reached for her. She let him sit her in his lap, knee on either side.

After another shuffle of clothing, Steve grabbed her bare hips and lead her to slowly lower herself on to him. Her face crumpled slightly as she felt her channel widen to take him to the root. He groaned, "S-shit...Priz..." he blushed and threw his head back, breathing hard.

He leaned her forward and scooted down a little, hammering into her from below while firmly grasping her thighs. The V-neck of the top of her super suit showed her plush breasts nearly falling out and into his face as he did this, each thrust making them jiggle.

It didn't take long for him to flip them over so she was on her back. He put her legs on his shoulders this time, lifting her butt off the dirt floor by gripping those broad hips he'd never been more attracted to.

He couldn't believe he'd never suspected anything before, because now that he'd become more aware of the shape of her body she was very much built like an Omega.

Beta girls were usually built more straight on the sides, taller and naturally more toned. They also definitely did not have impractically sized breasts like Omegas- in the back of his mind he assumed she must strap them down on most missions for convenience and for the sake of her beta charade.

Being in heat, she'd decided to forgo that for now- her chest was too sensitive for that much pressure.

Steve grunted above her, watching her greedy body take him again and again, he could vaguely see the sides of his cock glistening with her juices each time he retreated. His fangs elongated again as he got closer, baby blues flicking up to see her cover her own mouth as her moans and whimpers got louder.

"Gonna make you so full, omega. Are you ready for alpha's cum?" his voice was slightly unhinged as he squeezed her legs.

"Need your cum, Alpha." She panted, uncovering her mouth for a moment to say it.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me and take it all. I'm gonna flood your womb with my cum and you're gonna thank me for it, understand?"

"Yes, Alpha!" she chirped, one hand fisted the dirt while the other reclamped over her mouth.

Steve couldn't help the growl that came from his throat as he shoved in as deeply as possible and shuttered, burst after burst pumped into her- body taking it deep inside as it squeezed him like biology demanded.

Prism moaned into her hand as her eyes fluttered and back arched as her body tightened.

"F-fuuuuck..." he groaned as he slowed his thrusts, trying to make sure as much as possible would stay inside- buying them more time before they had to sate her again.

Somewhat sweaty, the alpha pulled out with a small grunt as the head popped out of her tight channel.

"What do you say, Omega?" he asked before her fog could lift.

"Thank you alpha."

He smirked, sense of superiority scratched, and they put themselves away.

"Don't make me thank you for it like that." She wrinkled her nose as she curled up under his arm without a second thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how would you like to thank me?" He winked before laughing as she smacked his pec with a playful glare.

"You know what I mean."

"Omega brain likes it, and means it."

"It doesn't count when I'm in heat. It's out of my control."

Steve sighed dramatically, "I guess that's fair." He rested his cheek on the top of her head and they fell asleep for the night.

--

The next few days went much the same. A few close calls when they'd slept late and the Soldat got a too little close for comfort, but they managed to loop back to their crashed ship- arriving the day after her heat ended.

With Prism back to normal, normal for an Omega at least, Bucky also returned to his normal Beta self.

He apologized for his behavior over and over, promising them he'd never speak of this if they didn't.

Prism and Steve lost the brief pseudo-mate bonding they'd developed and returned to the status-quo; with a few modifications.

As they agreed, the bickering continued as normal between the males and the female at her request for things to remain as normal as possible.

--

The night before the rescue party would arrive, Prism was on watch since her magic returned as her heat left. She sat on the cliff top overlooking the camp where her team mates lay sleeping.

With a frown on her lips, she stepped off the cliff and flew down to them silently.

Using her Omega pheromones, she was able to soothe them and keep them soundly asleep as she approached. They lay fairly close to each other, side by side.

Prism knew they slept together occasionally so it was no surprise they looked like they'd been spooning not too long ago.

It played out to her benefit anyway.

She knelt between them by their heads and hovered her hands over them, silver and pastel purple magic cast an ethereal glow across her features, hair shimmering.

Under the shadows of night, Prism re-wrote their memories the mission. Every trace of their knowledge of her secret was gone and filled with mundane ones. She even synced all of their memories that included the other so they'd remember things the same.

As far as Steve and Bucky were concerned, this crash landing was uneventful and not particularly memorable.

Her secret was safe.

[lady-phenix]

Blog intro, Rules, Tags, and character profile

Welcome one and all to the Court of Ravens! My name is Ash and this my new rp blog. I'm trying to be a little better about being "professional" on here, though I wouldn't honestly call myself a pro. I've been role-playing here on Tumblr on and off since 2012 and I just like to have fun with it! That all being said I do welcome almost any and all folks from any Fandom to interact, with only few exceptions. Please continue reading below the cut to fully enjoy your stay ^.^

Rules

1. Absolutely no minors. Sorry guys, but im 30+ years old and not that I don't love yall and wish you the best, but it'd feel kinda awkward interacting with you guys. If you need help or advice though feel free to ask. I'm a person first and an adult second. Still if you're under the age of 18 please wait until you reach that age before interacting/following.

2. I don't generally do NSFW unless I know you very well (I'm demi-sexual and this kinda also applies to my characters). Also I'm not a porn source. I only NSFW if it serves the plot (I may be RPing as a demon but I generally don't participate in stuff like Sinday. More power to you if you yourself do, it's just not my thing). Also if you're below the age of 20 please don't try to do NSFW plots with me. If you have teen at the end of your age, you're kinda still a teen in my eyes. It's like that awkward gray area for me...sorry.

3. We are tolerant on this blog. I don't accept any kind of -phobia or -ism on here of any kind. Please be nice to each other and be nice to me. Don't be a dick.

4. I don't do Fandom drama on this blog. Whatever is going on with Viviziepop or who/whatever has nothing to do with me nor do I share any parties views. The opinions/thoughts expressed on here are purely mine. Don't pull me into drama or there will be problems.

5. Please be patient as I do have a life outside of this blog, and I'm about to work two jobs as well as work on a novel! I have a lot going on in my life so replies aren't always gonna be on my top priority. I also run several other blogs and have other OCs that I sometimes get more of an urge to write for. Thank you for your patience.

6. As the mun of this blog I have every right to choose who I do or don't interact with. Please don't take it personal if I don't get back to you right away. I'm probably super busy or I'm occupied with another rp for the time being. I admit I'm bad at multi-replies but I'm trying to get better.

7. Don't bring politics or social drama on here. I'm here for a good time and not to be reminded that reality sucks. Thanks!

8. I don't tolerate abuse of any kind. Mistreat me or my muse (as in like your characters whole thing is being an asshole for no reason) I will not hesitate to end the interaction and block. Me and my characters do not exist to be your punching bags. Fight scenes are fine, and insults depending on context are okay too. But being needless or senselessly cruel without reason isn't okay. Kinda goes back to just don't be a dick!

9. I LOVE shipping! I LOVE crossovers! And I LOVE OCs! All of that stuff! As it says in my description I'm Canon divergent and crossover/oc friendly. If this is a problem for folks I'm definitely not the blog for you. Please be respectful of my rp partners!

10. Seriously just have fun with it! I don't mind a little chaos, just so long as it's the fun kind. I try to be the cool mun who isn't so stingy about everything.

*as a quick side note, music is a big deal on this blog, so by all means feel free to share music yall love with me, and I may just do the same for you ;) *

Tags/taglist

This is kinda more for me than it is anyone else cause I'm terrible with tags and I'm trying to get better. These are subject to change/be updated. I'll also try to tag NSFW and triggering subjects as necessary.

tag: The Phoenix Sings- usually song/music related.

tag: thoughts of the Phoenix- usually just stuff I think Phenix would think of. These can be kinda random.

tag: matters of the court- anytime the Court of Ravens is mentioned, usually for lore purposes.

tag: matters of the goetia- any time the ars goetia or the goetia family are brought up/interacted with. Again this is usually for lore purposes.

tag: OOC- out of character, pretty self explanatory, whenever I interact out of character.

tag: open starter- any time I post an open rp starter that can be answered by anyone.

tag: rp title- I like to title rps sometimes so I'll use the title I come up with as a tag to keep better track of it. More for fun/organization purposes.

tag: Phenix interacts-tag used when interacting with specific characters. Again more for organization purposes.

tag: NSFW- pretty self explanatory

tag: TW- trigger warning: then followed by triggering thing- Done more as a courtesy than anything else.

tag: Phenix Aesthetic- Anything that goes along with Phenix's aesthetic

tag: Phenix Fashion- Things I imagine Phenix would wear. can be clothes, make up, etc.

tag: Phenix Poetry- usually poetry and/or quote related. Sometimes it's about her, other times will be specified.

tag: Phenix family- anything pertaining to her family, biological or in law.

tag: fanart- whenever I reblog fanart. Pretty self explanatory. Will also tag characters.

tag: The Phoenix Calls- used when reblogging rp memes and starters.

tag: Phenix canons- used for dropping bits of lore about phenix and her family.

About Phenix

And those are all I can think of. If I come up with anymore ill update them! ^.^

Verses and AUs

1. Canon universe- formerly trapped in an abusive marriage, Phenix spends most of her time taking care of imps and other hellborn and sinners who escaped bad situations in her family home, Raven Hall. She wishes to continue her mother's legacy with the Raven Court, and wants to eventually make it an official branch of hells government to give the so called lessers in hell a voice.

*Canon for the blog, but not the show. Though I do try to work within the shows boundaries with this.

2. Ward of the Morningstars/ ward!phenix AU- in this alternative universe, Phenix was taken in by Lucifer after her mother was killed because he felt partly responsible for what happened to Ravenna and for Phenix's fall from favor with Paimon. She sees Luci as a second, but primary, father, Charlie as her sister, and Damian Morningstar as her brother. Vaggie is her future sister in law, and the deadly sins are her aunts and uncles (though some she favors more than others).

3. Royal Guard AU- this is an AU where Striker is a captain of the guard in the House of Andras. Realizing just how bad Andras actually is, Striker and Phenix concoct a plan to free her and put an end to Andras' wicked hold on her. This features the pair Striker/Phenix in a romantic way.

4. Human AU- Phenix is a human royal from the small kingdom of Goetia who's of marriageable age.

5. Genderbent AU- Male Phenix whos escaped from a bad marriage and just wants to raise his two kids, Javier and Viviane, in peace.

6. Queen of Wrath AU- This is based on a fanfic that I'm writing in which Paimon and Satan, the king of wrath, struck up a deal many years ago and has led to Phenix becoming the deadly sin's wife. Unsure if I'll post the story itself but this will be updated if and when I do.

*please note that all of these are subject to be changed/updated*

Full name: Phenix Quezala Goetia

Gender: female

Age: 30+

Demon bird form: a giant five eyed quetzal (two on each side of her head plus one in the middle of her head) that appears to be made of various colored flames.

Ordinary demon form: (terrible at drawing so I'll give a physical description) 9 feet at the tallest. She's mostly red feathered, though she has gold feathers on her face, particularly around her eyes and prominently in her long tail feathers. Her chest is black feathered, with what looks like a light red/orange heart on her bust. Her eyes are mostly black with red-gold irises and odd lavender pupils. She has a third eye in the middle of her two regular eyes, but its usually shut so not visible to most unless they have supernaturally goof eyesight. The feathers on her head start short at the neck and shoulders and but spread elegantly down her back, as though theyre layered atop of each other. They're mostly red but are tipped in black with gold accents. Her style of dress varies on the day and who she interacts with. Despite her fiery colors she actually has a deep fondness for cooler ones like emerald green, blues of any kind, and anything purple. Will on special occasions wear her husband's colors of cream, black, and purple...rarely.

Powers: pyrokinesis, sound manipulation, imitation of any voice, knowledge of most if not all instruments.

Nicknames: Nix, Nixi, Rose Red (I highly warn against calling her this, unless you want your vocal cords pecked out)

Titles: Princess of the Goetia family, Grand Marquess in the House of Andras, and Queen of the Court of Ravens.

Blood Family: Shax (maternal grandfather), Viviane (maternal grandmother), Ravenna (mother), Marchosias (older maternal uncle), Malphus (younger maternal uncle), Paimon (father), Stolas (older half brother), Octavia (niece)

Married family/in laws: Andras (husband, a just no, JN for short), Caim (Andras' brother, a just maybe, JM), Larissa (Andras' mother, JN MiL), Aamon (Andras' father, a total Just Yes, JY FiL)

Important information: There's a lot of backstory to her, but I might reveal that in increments rather than just dumping it all here. So here are the top ten things you should know about Phenix:

She's King Paimon's oldest daughter, but not his oldest child. She's younger than Stolas by about eight years. He went through wives like Henry the 8th. Phenix is the result of his second marriage and her mother's name was Ravenna, who started the Court of Ravens under everyone's noses.

Phenix and Stolas are close, despite their mothers having been serious enemies. He's one of the few people in her life who call her Nixi. She's also 100 percent supportive of his divorce and is close to Octavia.

She got her grimoire at 11, much like her brother, and was given the purpose to act as a muse for musicians and poets throughout the world and across time. She was also betrothed to her husband Andras at this time.

She married Andras at age 20. They've been married for ten years but have no children...yet. Andras has tried to keep her content through the use of illusions. On the blog, she's mostly out of his fog, and he's the reason she hates the nickname Rose Red.

The Court of Ravens was created by her mother Ravenna when Paimon attempted to divorce her but failed. She meant for it to be a safe haven for anyone seeking refuge from a bad situation. Anyone can join the Court, no matter their station, any and all hellborn and sinners are permitted to join the Court.

Phenix has a key to the Court, which is disguised as a portrait ring of her mother. There's more of these rings that are commissioned in Lust and Gluttony. They all look slightly different but always have Ravenna's flying raven signature on them somewhere. Gates to the Court can be found in Gluttony or Lust, and they can only be gained access by the rings which are guarded by Beelzebub and Asmodeus respectively.

Phenix is technically Queen of the Raven Court, and has been since her mother passed. However, she didn't know about the Court until she herself had need of it.

Phenix is accepting to any and everyone. She despises the Goetia's way of thinking, and when she takes her place as Raven Queen, she denounces the Goetia in favor of "her" people, the outcasts and needy of Hell who come to her for protection and sanctuary.

She has seriously thought of killing her husband and taking his prized angelic sword, Exnoctum, as her own.

She does eventually want to have children, not only to succeed her as Raven Queen/King, but to pass on her so called radical beliefs about equality in hopes of eventually ending the stigma that comes with the caste system of hell.

And that's pretty much all you need to know about Phenix. If I come up with anything else or change her canon, I'll be sure to update the list. Now as I said there's a lot of lore surrounding this character and a lot of it involves her family, and especially her mother and connections to the other sins. However, I feel like those should be revealed in time. Until then, by all means feel free to interact! Phenix is super friendly towards most folks. Thank you so much for reading! I know it was a lot! <3

-Mun Ash

[cherrycola27]

Styx and Stones

Part 2:

"It isn't love, it isn't hate, it's just indifference" -Taylot Swift

Pairing: Rooster x OC Delilah Grace "Styx" Mitchell

Warnings: Language, drinking allusion to Smut with eventual smut. Mentions of cheating Mentions of a character wanting to unalive themselves. 18+ Minors DNI

"Good Morning Avaitors." Maverick called to the Daggers who had assembled once again at Top Gun. "As you know Fritz is currently on leave for his honeymoon, so the Navy has called back another elite Top Gun graduate to fill in during his absence. She is a former winner of the Top Gun Trophy, and us considered the deadliest Navy Aviator on record with an astonishing seven confirmed air to air kills. And true to her callsign, the only thing separating our enemies from death... is her. It is my pleasure to introduce my niece, Lieutenant Comander Delilah 'Styx' Mitchell." Maverick finished his speech as Styx walked to the front of the group.

As she made her way past them she heard several hushed whispers about who she was and the rumors that followed her.

Styx knew she was good, hell, she was, by all accounts, the best. No one in the Navy had more kills than her. She was a finisher. If the Navy needed something done, they called her, but Styx wasn't the best with authority.

There had been many times she had been reprimanded for not following orders, buzzing towers, or pulling dangerous stunts in the air. Several Admirals had said she was more reckless than her uncle, and there had been many times she had been shipped off for pissing off an Admiral, but the Navy knew she was good and that they needed her, so they always called her back. If she hadn't been on a covert mission the last time the Daggers had been assembled she was sure she would have flown with them too.

The other aviators in the room glanced between her and Rooster while Maverick explained the training exercise for today, they would be going up in dogfights against her today. She knew from the knowing looks that Rooster had probably told them about their history, but she didn't care, what was passed was done and over with. The only thing she could do was to try and correct her mistake.

Hangman and Rooster were the last pair to go against Styx, everyone else had failed miserably against her.

"Rooster just keep your head level. Don't let her get to you." Hangman reminded him while they cruised the air.

"I know Hangman. I don't want to let her get to me. I just its hard." Rooster confessed. He had always been one to let his emotions get the best of him.

"You can do this Rooster, now, game face on and let's get her out." Hangman encouraged him.

"Let's do it man, but where is she?" Rooster asked as there was no sign of Styx.

"I've been here the whole time boys." Styx said while flying out from under Rooster and turning inverted. Something she learned from her uncle.

"Maverick can't deny that you're his kin can he?" Hangman joked. "No he sure can't Bagman." Styx shot back. "Now are we going to fight or am I just going to fly here all day and look pretty?" She teased.

Rooster tensed up at her words. "You want a fight? Then let's go!" He challenged breaking right.

"Rooster, I'm the one who is supposed to leave you, not the other way around..." Hangman stated clearly annoyed that his friend had once again let a Mitchell get in his head. Hangman took off after them in an attempt to help his wingman but Rooster and Styx were tpo caught up in a lovers quarrel to remember he existed. Hangman decided it might be best to let them have it out until the entered into a cobra maneuver and rapidly made their way towards the earth below them.

"Styx, Rooster! The hard deck is 5000 feet, I don't care what shit yall have going on, you need to pull up and pull up now!" He commanded them. Both pilots were too stubborn to listen until Maverick came over the coms "Bradshaw, Mitchell, pull up right now before I ground both of your asses permanently! Thats an order!" He screamed into the coms. Knowing he would make good on his threat both pilots pulled out of the spiral and went back to base.

"What the fuck is your problem Rooster!" Styx yelled and threw her helmet down as she made her way across the tarmac to him once they had landed. "My problem, what about yours?!" He screamed back.

"I don't have a problem, I just want us to be able to work together and not die on this mission!" She told him. "Well maybe if you didn't act like such a show-off all the time, we wouldn't have to worry about dying!" He yelled in her face. "I thought Hangman would be the one to lead us into an early grave, but now I'm pretty sure it will be you!" He screamed at her, his face red with anger.

Styx was taken aback by his words, sure, she was reckless, but she never put her team in danger. She valued the lives of the people she worked with. Any risks she took while flying she made sure that she would be the one in danger, not them.

"I'd rather be a show-off than a prude who can't finish what he started." Styx replied darkly. She knew that comment would cut Rooster deep. She hadn't wanted to go there but he started it.

In that moment Delilah was sure that Maverick was wrong, Rooster didn't love her anymore. In fact the only feelings he had towards her were probably those of rage and hate. After all, the look on his said everything his mouth didn't.

Styx quickly turned around and made a beeline for the locker room. After a quick shower where she scrubbed her skin raw, she changed into some civilian clothes and bolted to her silver Jeep which was waiting for her in the parking lot. It was a great day in San Diego so she had decided to take the doors and tops off her Wrangler to enjoy the weather. She quickly jumped in the driver's seat and cranked the SUV. The engine roared to life as she made her way off base.

Delilah knew she needed a drink, and while there was always the chance that Rooster would show up, the Hard Deck is where Deliah would always go. At least if Bradley did show his face, Del could always count on Penny to let her hide in the back.

"I swear if those don't kiss and make up I am going to choke on all of their unresolved sexual tension!" Hangman complained to the rest of the Daggers who had gathered at the Hard Deck. Rooster and Delilah had been stealing glances at each other from their respective corners the whole night. The team could tell that they both still cared about each other but they were also both too stubborn or too stupid to admit it.

"What if we locked both of them in a room until they hate fucked?" The whole team collectively choked on their drinks as they turned around.

"Jesus Bob! You can't say shit like that without giving us a warning!" Phoenix scolded her back seater. "What?! I was just trying to be helpful. It worked with you and Hangman didn't it?" Bob said shrugging before returning to his snack.

Bob was right, the team had conspired to get her and Jake together and one "hate fuck" as Bob called it and many dates later Natasha and Jake were married.

"It's a good idea in theory Bob," Coyote began. "But Rooster and Styx have history. Like does a hate fuck work if you have already non hate fucked that person?" Coyote continued.

"Well when know it has been a couple years since they have seen each other of talked, so maybe it would be more of a make up slash hate fuck." Payback added. Several members of the group agreed as they began the scheme ways to get Rooster and Styx to not kill themselves or each other.

"What is going on over here?" Maverick asked startling the group. He had come to the Hard Deck and found Styx and Rooster sulking in separate corners away from the group while the rest of the aviators where huddled in a booth no doubt planning something.

"Oh we are just planning on how we are going to get Rooster and Styx to get over themselves... it was Bob's idea really." Fanboy nonchalantly told him.

"Ooohhh meddling in two of my favorite people's lives... count me in." Maverick said a little too gleefully causing some of the others to raise eyebrows. "What?" He defended himself.

"You guys may not no this, but I've never seen Delilah or Bradley happier than when they were together. They brought out the best in each other both on the ground and in the air. I know they both are still in love with each other because they have both told me on separate occasions, but I can't tell them what each other said because I can't force them to like each other. They have to come to that on their own terms." Maverick explained while the others nodded.

"So what's the plan? I think we should just lock them in a room until the admit their feelings for each other... it worked with Hangman and Phoenix didn't it?" Pete asked gesturing to the couple.

"Mav I swear you and Bob must share the same brain cell because that is exactly what Bob said!" Jake huffed.

"Actually I said we should get them to hate fuck, but Mav's idea works too, talking could be okay." Bob replied while popping a peanut in his mouth.

Maverick looked back and WSO stunned. "Bob, I've known you for years, and it still surprises me some of the things that you say. You never fail to address the elephant in the room, and yet it still catches us off guard when you do."

"It's the glasses." Bob shrugged "No one ever suspects the guy in the glasses."

"Another one kid?" Penny asked Delilah as she stared at her empty glass. "No thanks Aunt P, I'm good for now. I'm driving home in a while so I don't want to drink too much, but I will take a water if you don't mind." Delilah replied. Penny grabbed a bottle from under the bar and handed it to her. She also poured Delilah a ginger ale because she knew I niece liked to have something to sip on even when she was finished with the booze.

Delilah kept to herself most of the night perched at a corner of the bar. Every now and then she would steal glances at Rooster. Eventually he must have tired of sulking because he join the other pilots near the pool tables.

As the night went on some of the patrons of the bar got louder and rowdy. Styx had decided she had enough of the crowd and was ready to leave. She turned to get up but was met with a wall of man blocking her path.

"Hey there sweetheart, leaving so soon?" The clearly drunk man asked her looking down.

"Yeah, I have an early start tomorrow so I will just be on my way." Delilah said trying to get around him, but he was much larger than her and blocking her path.

"Well, how about you stay for one more round, let me buy you a drink, a pretty thing like you shouldn't be here alone and you definitely shouldn't be leaving here alone." The man pressed.

"No thanks, I'm good really." Delilah looked around the bar hoping to catch Penny's or Maverick's eye. She was getting some bad vibes from this creep. Little did she know Rooster was watching the whole interaction.

"Princess, I insist. What you have a boyfriend or something I should be worried about, ha, I'm sure you don't because there is no way a man would leave a pretty thing like you here alone. So why don't you take the compliment, set your fine ass back on that bar stool and let me buy you a drink." This guy was not taking no for an answer.

Instead of trying to turn the man down again, Delilah simple tried to push past him, she didn't have time for games or rude men. But what she didn't expect was for the stranger to tightly grab her upper arm and hold her in place.

"I don't think you heard me bitch. I said sit down." The man mumbled low in her ear tightening his grasp causing Delilah to yelp in pain as she tried to push him off of her. "Get you're hands off of me!" She yelled at him.

That was all it took for Rooster to clear the bar and and grab the stranger by his shirt collar. "Hey jackass why don't you pick on someone your own size." Rooster sneered at the man. The man laughed in Rooster's face. "I believe this young lady here asked you to take your hands off of her sir. So I suggest you do it... or else." Rooster threatened noticing the man still had a hard grip on Delilah's arm.

"Or else what?" The man asked getting in Roosters face. "Or else I'm going to do this!" And with that statement Rooster's fist connected with the man's nose. There was a nasty crunching sound followed by a river of blood coming from the man's face. Bradley had broken the man's nose no doubt.

The man let go of Delilah and grabbed his face. He went to attack Rooster but before he could do anything Delilah followed up with a swift kick the the groin causing him to double over. Payback, Hangman, and Coyote quickly scooped up the man and tossed him out with the warning of never to come back.

After he was gone Delilah quickly gathered her things and headed for her car. Rooster followed behind her. "Delilah!" He shouted as he caught up to her. "Are you okay?" He asked looking at her arm, a bruise from the man's grip was already starting to form.

"I'm fine, but you didn't have to do that!" She huffed at him. "Well excuse me for trying to save you from a douche bag! You're welcome by the way." Rooster shot back.

"Ugh same old Rooster thinking I need him to save me. I'm not some damsel in distress! I don't need you to to save me Bradley!" Delilah yelled at him putting her hands on her hips.

"I never said you needed saving. I was just trying to help you! Fuck! I know you are the mythical Styx who doesn't think she needs anyone but for crying out loud would it kill you to be appreciative for once?!" Rooster yelled back at her.

"But you don't want me help, don't want me to 'save you' fine! Mark my words Delilah Grace Mitchell this will be the last time I ever try to save you!" Rooster shouted at her before storming back into the bar.

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[skimblyshanks]

Since the jemistrap ruffled someone's feathers, and since there's stuff I've been wanting to broach abt the non replica for a while. I have some tough news to break abt another potential thing from kilworth house (not tough as in I think it's bad, tough as in if yall had any moral consistency you'd stop watching this show rather than go after people for shipping what the show gives us to ship)

Alonzo is likely in secondary school. I made a whole post breaking this down.

Demeter is decidedly not a schoolgirl

They likely went with Demelonzo, not Demestrap. In the clip we have of the Ball, not only are Jemima and Munkustrap dancing together, but so are Demeter and Alonzo. This photo also implies Alonzo was the one demeter rushed to following the Macavity fight

Sailor dresses aren't the exclusive domain of young children. Nautical inspired fashion was popular in the 30s (as was a high waistline), and explicitly sailor-themed dresses were huge in the 40s (there was a fucking war)

(That last one was the main dress I was referencing while drawing my piece)

Pigtail braids, likewise, are definitely not exclusive to young children, especially if someone has a lot of hair but isn't actively styling it up atm.

But here's the thing:

It actually doesn't matter whether or not she's "intended" to be a certain age. I think she might have been, but I haven't seen the full show.

Even if she's intended to be a little kid, I don't see her that way so tough shit lmao. I think it's p clear I didn't draw a child.

I'm not forcing anyone to read Jemima as older.

I'm not forcing anyone to ship her with munk

It's very out of left field and out of hand to send me anons 3 days out with the presumed intention of guilting me into thinking that shipping pretend cats is the same as allowing real children to be groomed and abused.

It's especially underhanded to finger wag at a trans person abt grooming in the current climate, especially when you and i both know these are fake characters, and you cant even cling to the idea of child actors bc every actor involved here is an adult.

Since you've got me talking abt kilworth house jemistrap, tho:

Balaclava were British military gear in ww2. Munk is in the military. Jemima is wearing a balaclava.

He's a pilot, and she's got a navy dress; air and sea

Their reason for being at the station apart from the air raid could be that he's shipping back out and she's seeing him off.