#I need to write this damn story XD

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Oc in 3

Thanks for the tag @theprissythumbelina! Sorry I'm getting to ya so late! I did Donnie and Ian already 🫡

Rules: Post three pictures that relate to one of your characters

I tag: @the-void-writes @televisionjester @silverslipstream @revenantlore @winterandwords (Only if you want! Open tag too!)

I'm gonna do Elliot. Let's keep the deer's going.

[abdy-18]

Trying to write a spy x family fic without knowing shit about spy stuff or European politics in the mid-20th century is a whole new experience.

[redbullgirly]

Can you do a Lewis Hamilton smau where she is basically like Barbie? I feel like since Barbie is a fashion icon and so is Lewis, it would be a match made in Heaven. I read your pinned post and tried to make a request based on your rules. Sorry if it isn’t good enough

HI BARBIE! HI KEN! [part 1, LH44 smau]

Lewis Hamilton x reader

Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part2, LH44 smau]

Summary: Lewis Hamilton is part-time Formula One driver and full-time fashion icon. And so is his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who's also known as a real life Barbie.

Warnings: None... but a lot of pink XD. Also this story is set in December 2023, so no broken hearts over Lewis going to Ferrari... actually maybe just a little teaser.

Author's Note: Hi Anon! This request is great and thank you so much for it, it definitely is good enough! :) I had fun writing and creating this, even though at the end it's kind of different than what I firstly intended to do. The original idea was to make Y/N very Barbie coded, but at the end I'd say she's Barbie inspired and I focused more on the fashion icon part of the request. Though there's a sweet storyline about why her nickname is Barbie, so I hope you won't be disappointed! :)

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lewishamilton A lot happened in 2023 season and there was also a lot of outfits 🤞🏾✨

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user1 MY GOD THIS MAN IS BEAUTIFUL!

yourusername this was definitely one of my favs 💝

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lewishamilton What can I say... pink is the color of real men 🫶🏾

yourusername but do i still wear it the best?

lewishamilton Of course ma'am

user2 I love them sm 😭

user3 can we talk about the fact they're the best couple ever?!

user4 so sweet🥰

user5 And the fact she's literally the only person he interacts with in the comments...

user6 You are the best Lewis, can't wait for another season 👏

user7 ���❤️

mercedesamgf1 Did someone say Barbie and Ken?💘

user8 YES

user9 admin you're so real for this... they literally ARE our barbie and ken 🤭

user10 The only question is who is the Barbie and who's the Ken? xd

user11 lol imagine barbie lewis💀

user12 GOAT ⬆️♥️

carmenmmundt Me and goergerussell63 when?

gourgerussell I don't really think pink is my colour...😬

yourusername don't worry honey, if he won't wear pink w you i will 😘

carmenmmundt Oh I knew why you're my favourite Y/N 😘

georgerussell63 No wait I changed my mind darling!!

carmenmmundt Hmm now I'll have to think about it 🤔

georgerussell63 Y/NNNNN

yourusername 😌😚

user13 i love how he always manages to get y/n into his posts

user14 The power boyfriend Lewis has over me😩😩

user15 RIGHT?!

user16 he's just so... asdgsagfsgd 😫

user17 I literally need this version of him to live!!!

user18 i'm weak for bf lewis🥵

user19 Y/N looks SO GOOD in that coat

user20 I need to know how she does it

user21 fr

user22 The best driver and a fashion icon... damn he's got some talent 🙇‍♂️

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yourusername great season and now it'll be even better winter break w my love 💋💞

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f1 Our own Barbie🤩

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user1 yeeeees

user2 Wait I'm new in formula one, why do we call Lewis Hamilton's gf Babrie??

user3 idk user2 she just gives off the energy 😆

user4 Actually I think Lewis himself once called her Barbie in an interview when there were rumors about them dating and then it just stuck with her 🤷‍♀️

user5 oh really?!! tbh i had idea he ever called he barbie himself... y/n is just iconic xd

user6 IT'S Y/N'S WORLD AND WE'RE JUST LIVING IN IT 🗣🗣

lewishamilton Can't wait to spend the winter break with you ✨

yourusername *mwah*

user7 pls I'm so excited for them!!

user8 the vacation photo dumps are gonna slay🤭

alexandrasaintmleux stoppp you're so pretty!🎀

yourusername nooo you are alex 🥹🫶

user9 they could never make me hate these two just 'cause they're dating the hottest drivers on the grid🫡

user10 The outfit in the second photo? HELLO?!

kellypiquet 🤍

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charles_leclerc I see you like the Monaco circuit very much👀

yourusername i see you're stalking my photo dumps very carefully charles leclerc 🤨

charles_leclerc Well I have a feeling we'll see each other more often soon so I have to get to know you better😉

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charles_leclerc Caught in the crime😂

user11 WHAT WAS THAT CHARLES?!

user12 omg I wasn't the only one to see it? I'm not delusional right?🫣

user13 idk what you saw 'cause i didn't but this interaction is so funny to me XD

user14 mommy- sorry... MOTHER

user15 ❣️❣️

user16 y/n & lew >>>>

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yourusername i'm barbie. he's just a ken (and he won some trophy for p3 in the championship... idk where it is) 💖💄

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user1 I live for Lewis leaving the trophy there💀

user2 and the way y/n basically confirmed this by saying she has no idea where it is😭

lewishamilton You're everything. I'm just Ken 🙏🏾✨

yourusername exactly... though you're the best ken ever 💞

sebastianvettel Isn't he more like Allan then?

yourusername ohhh true seb 🤭

user3 YOU WANNA TELL ME THE SEBASTIAN VETTEL SAW BARBIE

yourusername yeah we made him watch it and he cried during gloria's speech 💓

sebastianvettel I'm not ashamed about it.

yourusername and that's why i love u seb 🫶

user4 why aren't all men like sebastian???😩

user5 I love these three with all my heart y'all don't understand

user6 my fav driver watching my fav movie and crying during speech about feminism is my roman empire

user7 AAAHSDFHFGSDHSG😍

f1 If there was a prize for fashion icons, the Hamilton household would definetly win it! 🏆

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user8 not admin calling them hamilton household🥹

user9 Lol that would be the only fairly given trophy this year

user10 OMG I just realized that one day Y/N and Lewis WILL be both HAMILTON😭😭

user11 I'll tattoo the date of their wedding on my arm fr

user12 that's real dedication user11 💀

user13 TRUE DEFINITION OF A QUEEN... LOVE YOUUUUUU

kellypiquet Gorgeous darling!💖💖💖

yourusername we both babeee 💖🫶

user14 the IT wags casually supporting each other

user15 I love they're still friends even though their bfs are probably the biggest rivals xd

user16 not the shade about the trophy💀

user17 Waiiittt what happened?

user18 someone who was at the ceremony said lewis gave him the prize 'cause he didn't want it😭

user17 Oh and Y/N wrote in her caption she doesn't know where it is?

user18 exactly😭

user17 Whoops... I love her, she's queen for that

user19 and the fact fia tried to deny these rumors💀

user20 Absolutely love this look 🤍

user21 you and lew are just such a good looking couple

user22 THE DRESS I REPEAT THE DRESS🥰

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roscoelovescoco Mom's look's so handsome's ☺️☀️

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lewishamilton Agreed

yourusername awww my boys are too sweet 🥹💕

user1 lewis complimenting his gf not w one but TWO accounts makes my heart melt

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user2 I want a man like him🤧

user3 WE LOVE ROSCOE CALLING HER MUM

user4 Lewis, Y/N & Roscoe are the best trio ever🥰

user5 parents and their son

user6 literally omg

yourusername wow who's that handsome boy laying on a couch 🥴😻

lewishamilton Handsome you say?😏

yourusername yeah, right next to u 🥰

lewishamilton Oh no, I should've seen that coming😒

roscoelovescoco Thank's mom's I'm handsome's boy's 😊👅

user7 these interactions give me the will to live

user8 I love the Hamilton family🥺

user9 lol y/n calling roscoe handsome xd

user10 The funniest part about this is that Lewis manages Roscoe's profile😭

user11 omg yes user10 not him playing being offended on his main and then being all sweet as roscoe...

user12 Love forever ❤️

user13 Y/N is so beautiful I can't believe my own eyes

user14 the two belong together forever 🙌🫶♾��💫

user15 fr

user16 If they ever break up I'll stop believing on love

mercedesamgf1 Mr. & Mrs. Mercedes

user17 pls give him decent car in 2024 to win another championship🙏

user18 The most iconic couple in history of motorsport 💅

user19 ❤️😍

user20 what's Ferrari doing in the likes?🤨

user21 lol calm down... he's literally lewis hamilton🤣

user22 No but it's weird... they never like other team's things

user23 and after the rumors during monaco gp too 🥸🥸

user24 I think this photo dump caused global warming... like daaammmnnn they're both so fine 🥵

user25 let's just say roscoe isn't the only one calling them mommy and daddy-

user26 lmao

user26 but true🫢

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yourusername barbie has a great day everyday... especially when she gets pink mercedes she wanted 🛍🤍

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lewishamilton Seems like Ken is good for something

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yourusername maybeeee

lewishamilton You want pink Ferrari too, don't you?

yourusername ☺️☺️

user1 ohhh to have a man like that

user2 OMG LEWIS PLS GET HER PINK FERRARI

user3 Yeah, Y/N will slay in that car😌

user4 i wanna be barbie too if she gets pink mercedes

user5 but first you'll need to have a ken like lewis hamilton

francisca.cgomes this barbie is so prettyyyy

yourusername love u! 💓

user6 Okay okay I NEED the bikini😫😍

user7 QUEEN

user8 Y/N looking gorgeous like always🫶🏼

user9 gold digger alert!!!!🤮

user10 Girl go away, you clearly know nothing about their relationship xd

user11 jealousy alert!!!

user12 the first pic does something to me 😩

user13 The most beautiful woman ever

user14 Lewis won lottery w her

user15 yes she's literally so pretty and they seem so happy together🥰

user16 fr I don't think I've seen him this happy before

user17 yeah he looks so much calmer and even younger when y/n is with him at event and gps...🥹

user18 Plus the OUTFITS?! I love them sm

user19 Where is Lewis 🙂?

user20 c'mmon he doesn't have to be in every post she makes🙄

user21 stunning as always 💘

user22 SLAYING AS ALWAYS

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Y/N’s interview

photo 1: Y/N: How did you and Lewis meet?

Y/F/N: Oh, you guys'll love the story!

photo 2: Y/N: It was actually in a toy store. Lew was there with his niece and I was there because... [laughs] Let's say I still like to collect dolls and lego, sue me.

photo 3: Y/N: Anyway, Lew's niece saw me, thought I'm a real life Barbie and wanted to say hi. [laughs] It was honestly so sweet that I didn't have the heart to tell her I'm just a normal girl.

photo 4: Y/F/N: So does she still think you're Barbie? [laughs]

Y/N: Yeah, I think so... She calls me Auntie Barbie! [laughs too]

photo 5: Y/N: But back to Lewis - I didn't recognize him and just thought he's really cute. We talked for few minutes, though then I had to leave and didn't have the courage to ask for his number.

photo 6: Y/N: But few days later he followed me on Instagram and I was just like - yes!

Lewis’ interview

Interviewer: Lewis, you recently followed a known influencer and model on Instagram. Is there something going on between the two of you?

Lewis: Are you talking about Barbie? Oh, shoot, sorry... [laughs] I mean Y/N?

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yourusername aesthetic life w the best man, cute son and lots of flowers 🌸💖

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roscoelovescoco I got's mom's the's flowers's 😊🌷

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yourusername thx roscoe baby!! 🫶 guess daddy will have to learn from you 😌🤍

user1 ... are we gonna talk about the fact y/n just called lewis daddy?

yourusername ... no please don't, you know what i meant 😭🙈

user2 Too late Y/N, the twitter girlies are going to go nuts about this (me included)

landonorris Awww look at that grumpy little dude 🥺

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pierregasly Mate are you calling the seven world time champion grumpy little dude?🤣

user3 lando tf-

user4 This is so funny for no reason😭

user5 Lewis being called grumpy little dude wasn't what I expected from this winter break tbh

landonorris ROSCOE

landonorris I WAS TALKING ABOUT ROSCOE GUYS

user6 💀💀

pierregasly Lol

yourusername why did you even think it was about lewis peirregasly ??🧐

landonorris YEAH MR. TRIPOD TELL US

pierregasly Goodbye...👋

user7 u and lew are so sweet

user8 MOTHER IS MOTHERING 😍

alexandrasaintmleux Shining like a star✨💖

yourusername and you're my sun ☀️💖

user9 I want a man who gives me so many flowers!!!

user10 yeah and they're beautiful and tasteful too

lewishamilton So lucky to have you darling! 🫧🫶🏾

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yourusername we're both so lucky lew 💗🫶

user11 and i'm lucky i was born in the same century as you so i can witness this love

user12 I LOVE Y/N & LEWIS🥰

user13 I'll ask again... When is he going to put a ring on it? 💍 C'mon Lewis you obviously love her sm

user14 Your guys love is so special ❤️

user15 if this is the content we'll be getting during winter break, i don't think i want it to end

user16 races are great... but boyfriend material lewis hamilton is better🤤

user17 REAL

THE END

Author's Note: Hi and thank you for reading! I'll be glad for likes, reblogs, comments, follows and any other ways of support. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT PART 2! I really enjoyed this version of Lewis and Y/N... and perhaps I have a lot of pictures that unfortunately didn't make it to the story because picture limit isn't very friendly. Love you and have a great day! :)

[mischiefmaker615]

Chef's Choice

Over the past time of having tumblr, i have collected my personal favorites- stories that i always get drawn back to when i need inspiration, something to read, and/or something to enjoy with whatever mood or situation that needs tending LOL (not in order and there are so many others i love!!)

Thought it be best to introduce you to some of the greats out there :D

“Seems like the prince of Asgard is seduced by a mortal woman”

By: @fictive-sl0th

(OMG i absolutely LOVE the doctor themed stories with Loki XD ya never know what direction it's gonna end up ;) )

A Coveted Bride

By: @magicbystarlight

(i absolutely LOVE jealous Loki, anything in the realm of dark theme and possessiveness XD we don't judge here. it's an enquired taste and darling, you cooked!!)

Duplicitous *Long Snake Moan*

By: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

(everything you write, i got to read! truth be told, we didnt ask for but we absolutely needed!!)

Pinned Down The Rite Liberties

By: @lokisgoodgirl

(come on, just by the titles alone you know it's gonna be good! everything you've written, i've fallen in love with each detail, nothing is rushed and personalities are captured beautifully! i've caught myself gasping out loud in public with some of the stuff you bring us and i absolutely love it!)

Overstimulation Welcome Him Home More Between His Thighs

By: @sarahscribbles

(had me drooling in kinktober!!! just the title alone, i hit favorite so i could read it when i got time and darling, you didn't disappoint! so many stories just draw my attention and every aspect of them is truly perfect!!! i need more!!!)

thirty seconds

By: @muddyorbsblr

(what i would give to be in the readers shoes!! omg i loved this!!! hit all the right feelings and i cant help but reread this far more than thirty times LOL)

The Chambermaid

By: @wheredafandomat

(i want Loki to step on me!!!! i wouldn't mind slave life if it meant serving him LOL gods this was perfect!! i always loved maid x Loki themed stories, keep them coming!!)

Kinktober Day 16

By: @suguru-getos

("we listen and we don't judge" *cough* i love me some CNC! seems like a very hidden kink topic so i got positively excited when i saw this mentioned in your writing and just HAD to read it Lol kinky indeed!!! truly my favorite fic of yours so far!)

Overtime Safehouse Conquer Close Quarters

By: @cleo-fox

(I'm pretty sure all of tumblr knows who you are Lol i have enjoyed EVERYTHING you've come out with; your plots, details and character embodiment, Loki is on point!! i cant even fathom where to begin on making storylines this deep with all the bells and whistles. you are truly an incredible writer!!)

"I can do….terrible things to you."

By: @oh-look-at-her

(i can't literally do anything but bow down to you and get up only when given permission LOL truly a damn good time reading your work!!)

Firestarter

By: @delaber

(who doesn't love a good enemies to lovers story Lol can't tell you how many people i've shooed while i was in the middle of reading this XD)

Frozen Stiff Happily Never After

By: @simplyholl

(tbh i struggle finding REALLY good Jotun Loki fics and absolutely fell in love with this one!!! thank you for letting me die in peace now Lol had me giddy and blushing!!)

Have Mercy

By: @mochie85

(you captured his hot and pain in the ass personality so well!!! i LOVED this went through all the emotions on this one!! kinda like an enemies to lovers story Lol why cant it be me!!!)

A Tales of Tangled Desires

By: @angelremnants

(i fell in love with the part one, not expecting for my request to be answered but i got a part two and absolutely have become obsessed!! i love your writing so much and thank you for the prayer being answered! Lol)

And The Gods Made Love

By: @thefairywithboots

(thank you for my request being answered!! anything you publish, i cant get enough of and love the pure art like pace you take to form every inch of your story!!)

Plus One

By: @societyfolklore

(EXACTLY what i needed to start the new year ;) thank you!)

Mission Accomplished

By: @asgards-princess-of-mischief

(i love the whole "there's only one bed" scenario LOL this was absolutely perfect!)

Handcuffed Together

By: @anonymousfiction211

(it's in the title LOL this had all of my emotions :D it was fun, hilarious and incredible sexy!! truly loved this!)

Gentle

By: @writingfics-passingtime 

(THIS HAS EVERYTHING I LOOK FOR IN A FIC!!! Never thought tickling could be so spicy LOL well descriptive, seasoned, paced, his personality is on point, plot is chef's kiss, everything!! i want a part 2!!)

[bilolli]

Just Dance Care AU!

Ok ok so I thought of a story for this Au but it’s nothing really impactful or full of drama and angst like my other au’s, I wanted to leave this au easy and fun to play around, because, let’s say it. Just Dance and drama in the same sentence makes me laugh. 

story and PNG version under the cut!

(I gave up on Y/n design because I couldn't figure out a general look for them. This is you we are talking about! Draw your own JD fit, I'll draw mine soon XD)

Anyway here’s the story so far: 

Year 2029, videogames industry made a huge step forward and classic consoles and devices were substituted by the new and upgraded VR headsets with full body tracking. It’s something like the NerveGear in Sword Art Online without the kill switch. Some games still require you to actually move your body (like fitness games or sports because yeah, they don’t have a purpose otherwise). 

Y/n wanted to buy the newest VR headset but, while searching for the best offer, they found out FazCo entertainment was hosting a giveaway, the prize? One of their prototypes, a VR meant to be released the next year coinciding with the opening of their first mega pizza plex.

(so the plex doesn’t exist right now). You decide to sign up for the giveaway and after a while you receive an email telling you you won the VR headset and that, to claim it, you need to read and sign a series of NDA policies (understandable, it’s a prototype headset that’s not even in commerce). Some clauses are a little bit concerning but nothing you hadn’t read on other electronics booklets, so you decide to sign. After, like, a day, you have the VR in your hands. 

The box let you know with super saturated and colorful writing, that the VR came with a game pre-installed inside. Uh, that’s why they were giving one away, they wanted a free game tester…but you know what, it’s worth it.

You always liked Just Dance games, they make you think about happy memories of your childhood. This pre-installed game called “Five Dances at Freddy’s” is a close copy of your childhood game with original FazCo songs, characters, environments and also some collaborations with other famous artists. It probably will be the cause of a big copyright infringement report.

There are various ways to play it: story mode, Casual dance, Five Dances, and Just Dance Care.

The first one is similar to the casual dance mode but with little cutscenes between a dance and another to tell a tale, Casual dance is how you can play the collab songs, Five Dances is the multiplayer mode and Just Dance Care is a more uhhhh “hard” way to play the game with all the other modes mixed in it. You stare at the description of the last mode smirking and decide to try it first just to see how far you can get before losing (yes you can lose in hard mode in this Just Dance, but you don’t die, you just have to restart from the beginning). Turns out the FazCo wasn’t kidding when they advertised the new headset as a breakthrough in the world of virtual reality headsets, the thing TRANSPORTED you inside the game itself. 

You almost have a heart attack when you can’t find your VR on your head, but before you can try something you are blocked by two tall individuals who you think are the “tutorial” characters. 

Yadda yadda, tutorial, you can pause the game and exit whenever you need just by opening an hidden menu, you find out your tutorial characters are called Sun and Moon and that you are way worse than you remembered at dancing (damn full body tracking, there is no way you are going to do a cartwheel in the middle of a dance, you still don’t know if your body is inside your home and if you’ll physically feel pain if you fall and you don’t want to find out).

You pass an embarrassingly long time trying to win your first dance battle just to discover it was still the tutorial. 

You try to go on with the story but you fail at the first real battle with a bear character named Freddy. 

And guess what? You have to start again from the tutorial! Y/n is gonna spend A LOT of time with Sun and Moon if this goes on.

[rivendell-poet]

Hello! It’s the same anon who asked you about the Hobbit movies :) I was wondering if you could write (no pressure! I just mostly wanted to share an idea) funny headcanons or a scenario of a female reader (could be a non-Mirkwood elf or someone from a long-lived race) who was part of Thorin’s company and meets Legolas again 60 years later when she’s with Frodo in Rivendell? Reader remembers how Legolas wasn’t too courteous to the Company and locked them up in the dungeons which made her dislike him quite a bit. And let’s just say that she wasn’t all too… thrilled upon meeting him again in LOTR and him joining the Fellowship with her ahaha. Bonus points if she remembers Legolas calling Gimli a ‘goblin mutant’ when he looked at Gloin’s locket in the Mirkwood forest xD.

Again, please take your time with this :) I understand that you have quite a few things to write, and I only want you to write whatever you feel happy writing <3

Hi anon! Sorry it took so long for your request, but hopefully this was what you meant with scenarios. If you'd prefer a oneshot please feel free to put a new request in <3 Thanks so much for the idea by the way, it was super fun to work with. And it genuinely means so much to read the last note on your request, so seriously thank you

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✧ To be perfectly honest, you hadn’t wanted to join the Company in the first place - it was more of a collection of favours than a real desire to reclaim Erebor.

✧ Which made it so much worse when you and the Company got captured in Mirkwood.

✧ (It probably didn’t help that you’d let out a small laughed at the blond elf’s joke about Glóin’s son. In your defence it was funny.)

✧ As an elf, the guards had been cordial to you - and you’d managed to find out quite a few things about the kingdom. Such as the blond elf being Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.

✧ He tried to visit you, once, holding the idea of having a better bed and better food over you if you gave up the information.

✧  And you may not have wanted to be in the Company, but you’d be damned if you weren’t loyal to them.

✧ So you’d simply refused to speak to him.

✧ Although all that knowing his name, and your time in Mirkwood, really did was help put a name and reasons for your grudge.

✧ A grudge that hadn’t gone anywhere, until now.

✧ Because sitting across you from you at the Council of Elrond was the same elf as the one who you’d only properly seen through bars. Not that there was recognition in his face.

✧ The matters only got worse when you realised the name of the dwarf who was joining you - Gimli.

✧ For the first leg of the Fellowship you don’t bring it up, because the quest to save Middle Earth is (sadly) more important than a simple grudge.

✧ It doesn’t mean that you can’t still be slightly petty to him however.

✧ You never do anything that could endanger him, just subtle things - like waking him up a few minutes before his watch should start, or loosening his dagger from his scabbard only enough to make him confused.

✧ Gimli eventually figures out it was you, but promise not to tell. He’s the only one aside from Gandalf who actually knows of your involvement in the Fellowship, but not of the precise comments.

✧ That’s a little bit of information you want to share on a good occasion.

✧ You decide to finally share the story a little after leaving Lothlórien, because you can tell the Fellowship needs some cheering up.

✧ And when you say it you feel completely justified in waiting this long.

✧ Because you get to watch the elf almost turn pale - as pale as an elf could go - as the realisation hit him.

✧ (The rest of the Fellowship does briefly have to deal with Legolas looking horrified while you laugh and try not to keel over.)

✧ Merry and Pippin join in the laughter as soon as you explain the joke.

��� And it does the job in cheering the Fellowship up.

✧ Legolas takes it surprisingly well, although afterwards approaches you to apologise in private - genuinely expressing remorse for his actions.

✧ It’s unexpected but welcomed, and you thank him for it.

✧ From then on it becomes an inside joke between you all (especially you and Legolas).

✧ And, when facing what you are, even a simple joke can be one of the brightest lights for the two of you. A light both of you are grateful for.

A/N : Sorry to any readers who wished for comedy, I'm afraid I'm not great when it comes to writing this. But hopefully you enjoyed it! And, honestly, I'm very open to writing more in this universe/with this premise if people want some <3

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Red, White & You

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Enemies to lovers one shot)

Summary : Inspired by Bucky in the MCU becoming a congressman, I present to you this story which explained why he ended up becoming a politician. Sprinkled with some intense enemies to lovers moments, I hope you guys will like it ;)

By the way, I was already finished writing this when I realized he is a congressman and not a senator XD But I had no time to change it and I thought he was a senator in What If, so I decided to keep him as a senator here. Besides, running as a senator is more high stakes and high profile, which makes more sense for the story. Hope you guys will enjoy it ;)

Warning : some cursing, some non vulgar smut. If you're under 18, proceed with caution.

Word count : 7k

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The world had been broken before, but this time, it felt different.

After the Blip, after the battle against Thanos, after years of loss and chaos, people had tried to rebuild. But what did that even mean? The old systems didn't work anymore - if they ever had. The world wasn't just healing; it was searching, desperate for something new, something better. People needed hope. And not just the kind that came in the form of superheroes soaring through the sky. They needed real leaders, people they could trust, people who had seen the worst and still fought for something good.

The United States was no exception. The government was a mess, tangled in corruption and power struggles. The Senate was just another battlefield, full of the same egos and self-interest Bucky Barnes had spent a lifetime fighting against. He had no interest in joining that fight.

For the first time in decades, Bucky had found peace. He had spent years making amends, crossing names off his list, learning how to live with himself. The nightmares had faded, the weight of the Winter Soldier was no longer crushing him. And yet - what now? What did a man like him do when there was nothing left to run from? When his war was finally over?

He had thought about leaving the city, finding somewhere quiet where no one knew his name. But that wasn't who he was. Not really. He had fought too long to disappear now. He just didn't know where he was supposed to go next.

That answer came in the form of Sam Wilson and a woman who looked like she could topple empires with a single glance.

—--

Bucky had been a lot of things in his life - a soldier, a survivor, a man out of time - but a politician? Not a damn chance.

So when Sam knocked on his Brooklyn apartment door with a team of eager political strategists, all grinning like they had just won the lottery, Bucky was already bracing himself for whatever ridiculous pitch was about to come.

"No," he said flatly, arms crossed before Sam even had the chance to step inside.

Sam sighed, shoving the door open anyway. "Just hear me out..."

"No."

"Bucky... "

"Nope."

"At least let us sit down before you reject democracy entirely," a new voice cut in.

Bucky turned, and that was when he saw her.

Y/n L/n.

She was something out of a different world - polished, poised, and utterly unimpressed by him. Dressed in a perfectly tailored blazer, her sharp eyes scanned the room like she was already ten steps ahead. She carried herself with an air of certainty, like she had never lost an argument in her life. And maybe she hadn't.

She wasn't smiling. She didn't try to charm him. Instead, she strode inside, tossed a thick folder onto his coffee table, and said, "That's your polling data. You're already more popular than half the candidates in this race, and you haven't even announced. So, congratulations. You're running."

Bucky blinked at her. Then at Sam. Then back at her. "The hell I am."

"You are." She perched on the arm of his couch, all sharp edges and authority. She clicked her pen once. Twice. Like a metronome of impatience. "The American people like you. They trust you. You have a better shot than anyone else."

Bucky scoffed. "I don't even like politicians. Now I'm supposed to be one?"

"You don't have to like it," she said smoothly. "You just have to be better than the alternative."

Bucky exhaled sharply. He knew what she meant. There were too many corrupt, power-hungry bastards in Washington looking out for themselves, and Sam had spent months railing about the mess they were in. But that didn't mean Bucky had to be the one to fix it.

He turned to his best friend. "Sam. Seriously?"

Sam rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Look, man. I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you could do this. People need someone like you. Someone real."

Bucky stared at him for a long moment. His gut told him to walk away, tell them all to shove it. But something about the way Y/n was looking at him - calm, expectant, like she already knew the answer - made him pause.

"Give me two weeks," she said suddenly.

He frowned. "What?"

"Two weeks," she repeated. "If I can't convince you by then, I'll walk away."

Bucky narrowed his eyes. He didn't trust her. Too polished. Too confident. Too damn sure of herself. But he also knew Sam wouldn't have brought her here if she wasn't good. And if this was what it took to get her off his back...

"Fine. Two weeks."

Y/n smirked, shaking his hand. "You won't regret it."

Bucky already did.

—--

The next morning, his regret solidified when she showed up at his apartment at seven a.m.

She knocked once before letting herself in like she owned the place. "Rise and shine, Senator Barnes."

Bucky groaned, rolling over on his couch. "You can't just barge in here."

"You gave me your address."

"For meetings. Not home invasions."

"Tomato, tomahto." She dropped a suit bag onto his chair. "Wear this."

Bucky cracked one eye open to glare at it. "What's wrong with my clothes?"

Y/n gave him a once-over, unimpressed. "Unless you're planning to campaign as the poster boy for 'Brooklyn Man in Crisis,' you need a better look."

He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand down his face. "You're insufferable."

She grinned. "And you're going to be a senator."

God help him.

—--

Bucky should've known two weeks with Y/n would feel like two years.

From the moment she barged into his life, she was relentless. She had a plan, a schedule, and a level of energy he didn't know how to handle. She dragged him across the city, introducing him to people he supposedly needed to meet, and he hated every second of it - until he didn't.

The first stop was a veteran's shelter.

Bucky had no idea what she expected him to do here, but the moment he stepped inside, everything felt familiar. The smell of instant coffee and cheap floor cleaner, the low hum of a broken television in the corner, the weight of men and women carrying too much on their shoulders.

Y/n introduced him to Robert, a Vietnam vet in a tattered army jacket with a wheelchair that barely rolled.

"Barnes, huh?" Robert eyed him, unimpressed. "You got that soldier look."

"Yeah," Bucky admitted. "Got the baggage to match."

Robert huffed a laugh. "Join the club."

Bucky listened as Robert told him about the shelter's struggles - how the government aid barely covered meals, how the VA left calls unanswered, how the system forgot about the people who fought for it.

He was still listening when Robert shifted in his wheelchair, wincing as the wheel snagged against the floor.

Bucky crouched down. "What's wrong with it?"

"Damn thing's falling apart," Robert muttered. "VA won't replace it for another year."

Without thinking, Bucky rolled up his sleeves, inspecting the rusted bolts and worn-out bearings. "You got any tools?"

Robert looked surprised. So did Y/n. But ten minutes later, Bucky was on the floor, sleeves dirty, fingers working with muscle memory as he patched up the chair. When he tested the wheels and felt them glide smoother, he exhaled, satisfied.

Robert grinned. "Maybe you ain't just another pretty face after all."

Y/n's voice was quiet when she said, "I told you."

—--

The next stop was a family-owned diner on the verge of shutting down.

Linda, the owner, was in her late fifties, with tired eyes and a forced smile. She poured them coffee and explained how a chain restaurant opened two blocks away, stealing her customers and threatening to erase thirty years of her life's work.

Bucky saw the exhaustion in her hands as she gripped the coffee pot. The weight of running a business, trying to compete with corporations that had lawyers and loopholes.

"I don't wanna shut down," she admitted. "But I can't survive another year like this."

Y/n leaned forward. "If a senator fought for policies that actually protected small businesses instead of bending to corporations, would it make a difference?"

Linda scoffed. "It'd change everything."

Bucky watched the way Y/n studied Linda - how she genuinely cared. He was starting to understand that this wasn't just politics to her. It was about people.

And for the first time, he wondered if it could be for him, too.

—--

The last visit was to a single mother named Marissa.

She lived in a cramped apartment with peeling paint and a broken heater, raising two kids while working two jobs. She told them how childcare was so expensive that working barely made sense, how health insurance barely covered her son's asthma medication, how politicians always promised to help but never did.

When Bucky met her daughter, a five-year-old with bright eyes and tangled curls, she tugged on his sleeve.

"Are you a superhero?"

The question hit harder than he expected.

Bucky knelt to her height. "Not really."

"But you help people?"

He hesitated, then nodded. "Trying to."

She beamed. "Then you're a superhero."

And that? That stuck with him.

—--

That night, Y/n drove him back to his apartment.

She was quiet for the first time since he met her. When she finally spoke, her voice was softer. "So?"

Bucky exhaled. He still didn't trust the system. He still didn't want the spotlight. But tonight, he realized something - if he didn't do it, someone else would. And they might not give a damn.

He glanced at her, then out the window.

"I'll think about it."

Y/n smirked. "That's politician talk, Barnes."

He shot her a look. "Shut up."

She laughed. "You're already getting good at this."

—--

The next morning, Bucky woke up with the weight of yesterday still pressing on him. The stories he'd heard - the veteran struggling to get by, the small business owner drowning in red tape, the single mom working two jobs just to stay afloat - echoed in his mind.

He wasn't a politician. He wasn't a leader. Hell, he barely had his own life figured out. But something about yesterday wouldn't let go of him.

Y/n had been right about one thing - if he didn't step up, someone else would. And that someone might not care about the people who actually needed help.

By the time he made his way to the campaign office, she was already there, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, barking orders at an assistant who looked terrified.

Her eyes flicked to him the second he walked in. "Oh good, you're here. We have a lot to - "

"I'm in," Bucky said, cutting her off.

Y/n froze mid-sip. Blinked. Then, very slowly, a smirk spread across her face. "You're gonna have to say that again. For legal reasons."

Bucky rolled his eyes. "I said I'm in. I'll run."

She grinned like she'd just won the lottery. "God, I love being right."

Bucky sighed, already regretting this. "Don't make me change my mind."

"Oh, no chance, Barnes," she said, already reaching for a stack of folders. "Now sit down. We've got work to do."

And just like that, the fight began.

—--

Y/n had worked with stubborn candidates before, but Bucky took it to another level. He refused to follow a script, hated media training, and had an allergic reaction to the word fundraiser. He was a walking PR disaster waiting to happen.

"I'm not saying you have to lie," she argued, pacing the room as he leaned against a desk, arms crossed. "I'm saying you need structure. A message."

Bucky scoffed. "People don't want scripted bullshit."

"No, but they want confidence." She threw up her hands. "Do you think Captain America winged his speeches?"

His jaw clenched. "I'm not Steve."

She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. "No. But you're running for Senate. And senators speak to people."

"Yeah? Well, I'd rather speak like a human than a goddamn teleprompter."

She groaned in frustration. "You are impossible."

And he was. The same way he refused to wear a damn tie to the fundraiser she'd been planning for weeks.

"It's a tie, Barnes," she said, arms folded as she blocked his path.

"I hate ties."

"Oh, I'm sorry - are they strangling your delicate little neck?" she shot back.

He smirked. "You wishing you could strangle me, sweetheart?"

She made a strangled noise. "Yes!"

The tension between them simmered like a slow-burning fire, always waiting to explode.

And one night, it did.

—--

The office was dimly lit, the city skyline glowing through the windows. It was past midnight, and they were alone, trapped in yet another heated argument.

"This is not how you win a debate," Y/n snapped, throwing a folder onto the desk. "You need to stop acting like you can just wing it!"

Bucky's hands curled into fists. "I don't need a script to tell me how to care about people."

"No, but you need one so you don't screw yourself over." She stepped closer. "I don't understand how someone who actually gives a damn can be this stubborn."

"I don't understand how someone so smart can be this damn controlling."

Her breath hitched. He was too close.

The tension in the air shifted, something sharp and electric. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Her pulse thrummed wildly.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, with a growl, Bucky slammed his hands on the desk behind her, caging her in.

Y/n sucked in a breath. He was right there, inches away, heat radiating off him in waves. His blue eyes burned into hers, his jaw tight, his breathing ragged.

Her back pressed against the desk.

His fingers twitched like he wanted to grab her.

And then, just as suddenly, he stepped back.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

Without another word, he turned and stormed out.

Leaving her standing there, breathless, heart pounding, wondering what the hell just happened.

—--

Something changed after that night.

The fights didn't stop - but they became different. Less about proving each other wrong, and more about understanding.

Y/n started to see it - the way Bucky avoided scripted speeches, not because he didn't care, but because he felt too much. The way he hated fundraisers, not because he was lazy, but because he despised the idea of rich donors controlling politics.

And Bucky? He started to see it, too.

The way Y/n fought for his campaign like it was her own life on the line. The way she anticipated every obstacle before it happened. She wasn't just good at this. She was brilliant.

And for the first time, he realized - maybe she wasn't his enemy.

Maybe she was the reason he had a shot at winning at all.

—--

Bucky never imagined himself in politics. He wasn't cut out for speeches, handshakes, or the endless parade of fundraisers. But once he made a decision, he committed. And if he was going to run, he was damn well going to win.

Bucky officially entered the race, and the world took notice.

The media loved it. The New York Times called him The War Hero Washington Needs. Talk shows and political analysts couldn't stop talking about the ex-soldier-turned-senatorial candidate. Social media flooded with clips of him speaking - raw, unscripted, genuine. He had that rare quality that made people listen.

Y/n watched the madness unfold with a mixture of awe and annoyance.

Because as much as she hated to admit it, Bucky Barnes was a natural.

He was charismatic, self-assured, and - when he actually listened to her - practically unstoppable.

"Admit it," he teased after a particularly successful rally, leaning against her desk. "You thought I'd suck at this."

She gave him a flat look. "I still think you suck at this."

His smirk deepened. "The polls say otherwise, sweetheart."

She hated how much she enjoyed this.

But the honeymoon phase didn't last long.

—--

It started with a headline: "Can We Trust the Winter Soldier in Washington?"

Then came the stories. The grainy footage. The whispers of blood on his hands.

His opponents had been waiting for this moment.

They called him a terrorist. A murderer. They dredged up every dark piece of his past and plastered it across news stations and debate stages.

Bucky took it all in silence.

And then, one night, he walked into Y/n's office and dropped a newspaper on her desk.

"I'm done."

She stared at him. "Excuse me?"

He exhaled slowly, jaw tight. "They're never gonna let me move on. Doesn't matter how many people believe in me - this campaign is over."

Y/n clenched her fists. "So that's it? You're just quitting?"

His glare was sharp. "You think I don't want to fight? You think I don't want to - " He cut himself off, shaking his head. "I'm tired, Y/n."

She stood, slamming her hands on the desk. "You don't get to be tired."

Bucky blinked.

"You think I don't know what they're saying about you?" she continued, voice heated. "You think I don't see how much it gets to you? But you do not get to let them win."

His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

"You are not the Winter Soldier," she said fiercely. "Not anymore. And if you quit, you let them define you forever."

Bucky swallowed hard. "Y/n..."

"No." She shook her head. "You listen to me, Barnes. You want this. You deserve this. And I didn't waste my time dragging your stubborn ass into this race just for you to back out when it gets hard."

Silence filled the space between them.

Then, slowly, Bucky exhaled.

"...You really don't like losing, do you?"

She crossed her arms. "No. And neither do you."

A slow, tired smirk tugged at his lips.

"Fine," he murmured. "Guess we keep fighting."

—--

That night, after a brutal press conference where reporters refused to let up on his past, Bucky showed up at her office with a bottle of whiskey.

"I swear, if one more reporter calls you a brainwashed assassin... " she muttered, rubbing her temples as she watched the coverage.

"They're not wrong," Bucky muttered, pouring them both a glass.

She shot him a look. "They're not right, either."

He didn't respond. Just handed her a glass and sank onto the couch beside her.

For a while, they drank in silence. The city lights flickered outside the window.

"I never wanted to be a hero," Bucky admitted suddenly. His voice was low, tired. "Didn't ask for it. Didn't want it."

Y/n watched him carefully. "Then why are you doing this?"

His fingers tightened around the glass. "Because... you were right."

Her breath hitched.

He turned his head slightly, blue eyes locking onto hers. "I want this. Even if it's messy. Even if it's hard. I want to fight."

Y/n's chest tightened.

Slowly, she turned back to her drink. "I never wanted to fall for a candidate," she murmured.

Bucky froze.

Neither of them made a move.

A thick, charged silence settled between them, the weight of unspoken words pressing into the space where they sat. The dim glow of the office lamp flickered against the amber liquid in their glasses, but neither of them took another sip.

Bucky watched her carefully, the words settling between them like a live wire, humming with something unspoken.

His fingers tightened around his glass, knuckles pale. Then, in a voice rougher than before, he murmured, "I never wanted to fall for my campaign manager."

Y/n's breath hitched.

Bucky exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before letting out a dry, humorless chuckle. "But here we are."

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The air between them thickened, heavy with everything they weren't saying.

Finally, he exhaled, his fingers tapping against his glass. "I never wanted this either," he admitted, voice low. "But somehow... it feels like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."

Y/n swallowed, gripping her glass a little tighter. "Good," she said quietly. "Because I don't work with quitters."

Bucky let out a breath that was almost a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I figured that out."

For a moment, everything felt suspended in time - just the two of them, the campaign, the weight of their choices pressing down like an inevitability neither of them could escape.

Then, without another word, Bucky stood, downed the rest of his drink, and left.

The moment he was gone, Y/n exhaled sharply, setting her drink down with a clink.

Damn him.

Damn the way he looked at her. Damn the way he made her care.

She closed her eyes for a brief second, willing away the storm inside her chest. Because this was temporary. It had to be. The stakes were too high and they couldn't afford any mistakes. And being with him would be the biggest mistake she could ever make.

—--

The weeks leading up to the election blurred into a whirlwind of rallies, interviews, and endless strategy meetings. Every day felt like a battle, not just against the opposition, but against the weight of expectations, the relentless media cycle, and the ghosts of Bucky's past that refused to stay buried.

For Y/n, it was all-consuming. She barely had time to breathe, let alone sleep, her mind constantly spinning with talking points, damage control, and making sure Bucky didn't self-sabotage. He was brilliant, infuriatingly so, but he also had a habit of ignoring every carefully crafted plan she laid out for him.

And Bucky? He was exhausted, but he wouldn't admit it. The pressure of it all sat heavy on his shoulders, his name dissected in headlines, his past dragged through the mud. He knew this fight was bigger than him, but that didn't make it any easier.

And Y/n - Y/n was right there in the thick of it with him.

Which was why, when another long, brutal day finally broke them both, the tension snapped like a live wire.

"You have to stop going off-script!" Y/n snapped, shoving a stack of notes against his chest.

Bucky barely caught them before they scattered to the floor. His grip tightened, knuckles flexing as he let out a sharp exhale. "Maybe if your scripts didn't sound like a damn robot, I'd actually use them."

Her eyes flashed. "Oh, I'm sorry that actual, thought-out speeches aren't good enough for the great Bucky Barnes."

He stepped closer, his voice low, rough. "And I'm sorry you think I need a damn leash just to talk to people."

Y/n tilted her chin up, refusing to back down. "Someone has to keep you in line."

Bucky's jaw ticked, his fingers curling around the edge of the papers still pressed between them. Neither of them moved. Neither of them blinked. The tension was thick, electric, sparking between them like a live wire.

The stack of notes crinkled as his grip shifted, the paper caught between their hands the only thing keeping them apart. The way she was looking at him - heated, daring, like she wanted to push him further - made his pulse pound.

He wasn't sure who moved first. Maybe it was her, maybe it was him, but suddenly they were too close, the air between them charged.

Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed against hers, just barely, just enough to send a shiver up her spine.

His voice was quieter when he spoke again, but there was an edge to it, a slow, deliberate weight. "You think you can handle that?"

Y/n swallowed, her throat bobbing. She should've stepped back. She should've put distance between them. Instead, she held her ground, her breath quickening as his gaze flickered down, tracing the curve of her lips before dragging back up to meet her eyes.

Her pulse hammered.

His fingers flexed.

The moment stretched, thick with something neither of them were willing to name.

Then - just as suddenly as it had come - Bucky stepped back. The papers slipped from his grip, falling to the floor between them.

Y/n exhaled sharply, blinking away whatever that had just been.

Bucky smirked. "See you at the fundraiser, sweetheart."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, heart pounding, hands trembling, and mind racing with a thousand thoughts she had no business thinking.

Damn him.

Damn the way he looked at her, the way his voice got all low and rough when he was trying to push her buttons. Damn the way he smelled - clean and sharp, something like cedarwood and stubbornness. And damn the way her body reacted every time he got too close.

She shook herself, gathering the fallen papers with sharp, jerky movements. She didn't have time for this.

But ignoring it was easier said than done.

—--

The tension between them didn't fade after that night. If anything, it got worse.

The next morning, they had a meeting at headquarters. Y/n arrived early, coffee in hand, already scanning through the latest poll numbers. She didn't even notice when Bucky walked in - at least, not until he leaned over her chair, close enough that she felt the heat of him against her back.

"Black coffee, no sugar?" His voice was amused as he plucked the cup from her hands.

She turned, scowling. "Excuse me?"

He smirked, taking a slow sip - too slow, too deliberate. "Just making sure you're not poisoning me."

She huffed, yanking the coffee back. "Please. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't waste a perfectly good coffee to do it."

Bucky chuckled, that low rasp of his sending a flicker of heat down her spine. But she refused to let him see how much he got under her skin.

Unfortunately, that was becoming harder by the hour.

At the next campaign stop, it was even worse.

They had a rally in the city, and Y/n was supposed to be watching from backstage, making sure everything ran smoothly. But then Bucky, in all his reckless glory, decided to go off-script again, throwing in some charming, impromptu remarks that had the crowd eating out of his hand.

She stood there, arms crossed, biting the inside of her cheek. Damn him for being good at this.

When he finally walked offstage, flushed from the adrenaline, grinning, she grabbed his arm, dragging him into a quiet hallway.

"You cannot keep doing that," she hissed.

Bucky arched a brow. "Doing what?"

She groaned. "Going off-script! Improvising! Making my job impossible!"

He smirked, stepping closer. "Oh, sweetheart. If you think this is me making your job impossible, you should see me when I'm actually trying."

Her breath caught.

He was close. Too close. His eyes dark, locked onto hers, his lips curled in that cocky little grin that made her want to slap him - or maybe kiss him.

The worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing.

Y/n squared her shoulders, refusing to back down. "Just - stick to the damn speech next time."

Bucky tilted his head, studying her, then smirked. "No promises."

—--

By the time the night of the fundraiser arrived, the tension between them was unbearable.

Y/n had spent the whole evening pretending not to notice the way Bucky looked in that perfectly tailored suit - how the fabric hugged his broad shoulders, how his tie was just slightly loosened like he couldn't be bothered to be fully put together. He looked unfairly good, and worse, he knew it.

She was doing a great job avoiding him, too. Right up until they ended up in the elevator together.

Alone.

The doors slid shut with a quiet chime.

The air immediately felt too thick, the space too small.

Bucky leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, watching her with that slow, assessing look that always made her insides twist.

"You've been avoiding me," he said.

Y/n huffed, crossing her arms. "I've been busy."

He smirked. "Uh-huh."

Silence stretched between them. The hum of the elevator filled the space, the soft, distant chatter of the fundraiser slowly reached them as they ascended.

Then - Bucky shifted.

Not much, just a slight push off the wall, a subtle step closer. But it was enough.

Y/n's breath hitched.

His gaze dropped - to her lips, then back up, slow, unhurried. The air between them was thick, humming, electric.

He reached out, just barely brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was barely there, the tips of his fingers ghosting against her skin.

Y/n swallowed hard.

"Careful, Barnes," she murmured, forcing a smirk. "People might start thinking you actually like me."

His lips quirked, but his voice was lower when he replied. "What if I do?"

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

The elevator chimed.

The doors slid open.

And just like that, the moment was gone.

Bucky stepped back, smirking as he gestured for her to exit first.

"After you, sweetheart."

Y/n exhaled sharply, forcing herself to walk forward like her knees weren't about to give out.

Damn him.

Damn herself.

And damn whatever the hell this was between them.

Because it wasn't going away.

If anything, it was getting worse.

Then came the moment of his speech at the fundraiser.

A disaster.

Bucky went completely off-script again, saying something reckless about corporate donors that had Y/n seething.

"Are you insane?" she hissed the moment they stepped off stage, grabbing his arm. "You just alienated half the people funding this campaign!"

He yanked his arm away. "I told the truth! You should try it sometime."

Y/n's nails dug into her palm. "You think this is some noble fight? This is politics, Barnes!"

"Yeah?" He turned on her, stepping way too close. "And?"

The air thickened.

They were too close.

His chest brushed hers. Her breath hitched.

His jaw was tight, his breathing uneven, and his eyes - god, his eyes burned, locked onto her with a mix of frustration and something darker, something that made her stomach flip.

Her pulse pounded.

Then, his gaze dropped.

She saw it.

The flicker of hesitation. The war happening in his head.

And then, in the next breath, he snapped.

Bucky grabbed her wrist, yanked her into the nearest dark room, and slammed the door shut.

"Hey - "

But she never finished the sentence.

Because Bucky was on her.

His hands gripped her waist, her back hitting the wall with a quiet thud. His body pressed against hers - heat, tension, the sharp inhale she barely had time to take before his mouth crashed into hers.

Messy.

Desperate.

Like weeks, months of biting back every unspoken thought had finally exploded.

His hands were everywhere - skimming her ribs, gripping her hips, fingers digging in like he needed to anchor himself. Y/n gasped against his lips, her own hands yanking at his tie, pulling him closer, closer, closer...

His teeth scraped against her bottom lip, pulling a soft sound from her throat that made him groan, low and rough.

"Fuck," he muttered against her mouth, his forehead dropping against hers for a fraction of a second. His breathing was ragged, his grip on her tight.

Y/n swallowed, chest rising and falling against his.

This was bad.

This was reckless.

But then Bucky's lips traced along her jaw, hot, open-mouthed kisses dragging down the side of her neck, and suddenly she didn't give a damn.

Her head tilted back, hands gripping his shirt, her own breath shuddering when his tongue flicked against her pulse point.

"Bucky," she whispered.

His body tensed.

And then - just as quickly as it started - he pulled back.

Like he was waking up from a dream.

Like the weight of it all had just come crashing down.

Silence.

Harsh, panting breaths.

The air between them was still charged, thick, suffocating. But something had shifted.

Bucky's hands lingered on her waist. His thumb brushed her blouse - once, twice - before he stepped back.

His jaw was tight. His expression unreadable.

And then... he kissed her again.

This time slower, deeper.

Not just frustration. Not just tension.

This was giving in.

Y/n whimpered as his hands found her thighs, lifting her against the wall. Her skirt rode up, his fingers digging into bare skin as her legs locked around his waist.

Her mind screamed at her to stop.

But then his mouth was back on her throat, his hips rolling against hers, and any thought of stopping vanished.

It was fast.

Clothes pushed aside, hands desperate, mouths bruising.

A slip.

A mistake.

A perfect, shattering mistake.

And when it was over, when their breathing slowed and the reality of what they had done settled between them, Y/n found herself staring at the ceiling, trying to steady her pulse.

Bucky was silent.

Then, with a deep breath, he pulled away.

Fixed his shirt. Straightened his tie.

Y/n swallowed, smoothing down her skirt with trembling fingers.

They didn't speak.

Didn't look at each other.

And when Bucky finally reached for the door, he paused - just for a second.

Then he left.

Y/n exhaled sharply, staring at the empty space where he'd just been.

She didn't move for a long time.

And just like that, they went back to the way they used to be.

As if nothing had changed.

Even though everything had.

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The next morning, Y/n sat stiffly at her desk, her fingers gripping a pen she hadn't used in minutes.

Bucky stood across from her, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

They didn't talk about it.

Didn't dare.

But the air was different now - charged, restless, crackling with something unsaid.

Every glance stretched too long. Every breath felt too shallow.

And every touch - accidental, fleeting - was a live wire.

Y/n felt it when his fingers skimmed her wrist in a meeting, the warmth lingering far too long.

Bucky noticed the way her breath hitched whenever he leaned in close, the way her pupils dilated when he said her name.

They should stop.

They really should.

But neither of them did.

—--

Sam noticed.

Of course he did.

One night, after a particularly tense briefing, he pulled Bucky aside, arms folded, expression heavy with suspicion.

"You and Y/n."

Bucky blinked. "What about us?"

Sam scoffed. "Don't play dumb. I see it."

Bucky clenched his jaw.

"You wanna throw your whole campaign away for this?" Sam pressed, voice low. "Because if this gets out..."

"It won't."

Sam exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "Man, I know you. And I know her. And whatever this thing is, it's dangerous."

Bucky said nothing.

Because he knew.

The warning sat heavy in his chest long after Sam walked away.

He knew the risks. Knew what was at stake. But none of that changed the way his pulse jumped every time Y/n was near. It didn't erase the memory of her lips, the way she had fit against him, the way her breath had trembled when he dragged his mouth down her throat.

It didn't erase the way she had looked at him after - like she knew it was a mistake but still wanted more.

They hadn't spoken about that night.

Hadn't touched again.

Hadn't let themselves want again.

At least, that was the lie they told themselves.

Because it was there.

In every stolen glance. In the way their fingers brushed too long when she handed him a file. In the way her voice softened, just a fraction, when she called him Barnes.

In the unbearable, suffocating tension that neither of them dared to break.

Bucky wasn't sure how much longer he could take it.

But with the final debate looming and the weight of the entire campaign pressing down on them, there wasn't time for mistakes.

—--

Bucky had faced war. He had taken down enemies, survived impossible missions, and fought battles no man should have walked away from. And yet, standing in Y/n's office, just hours away from the final debate, he felt something he hadn't in a long time.

Fear.

Not the kind that crept up on you in the dead of night, whispering reminders of past sins. No, this was different. This was the fear of failure. The fear of losing.

He wanted to win now - not just for the people, not just to prove to himself that he was more than his past, but for her.

For the woman who had dragged him into this campaign, who had fought for him even when he gave her every reason not to. The woman who had challenged him, frustrated him, made him feel alive in a way he hadn't in years.

And now, she sat behind her desk, arms crossed, watching him with that sharp gaze that always saw right through him.

"You're nervous," she said.

Bucky scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "No, I'm not."

"You're pacing."

"So?"

"You never pace."

He stopped, exhaling sharply before turning to her. "I don't want to let you down."

That caught her off guard. Her brows lifted slightly, and she hesitated before speaking. "Me?"

Bucky clenched his jaw, his voice rougher than he intended. "Yeah, you. You're the reason I made it this far. You fought for me when I didn't deserve it. You believed in me. So yeah, I need to win this."

Y/n stood slowly, stepping around the desk until she was right in front of him. Close enough for him to smell the faint scent of her perfume, the one that had tormented him for months.

"Then get it together, Barnes."

His eyes darkened. "Barnes?"

Her lips curved slightly, a challenge gleaming in her eyes. "Until you prove you can actually stay controlled."

Something inside him snapped.

One second, they were standing inches apart. The next, Bucky had her backed against the desk, his hands gripping the wood on either side of her, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths.

Y/n's breath hitched, but she didn't back down. If anything, she leaned in, eyes locked onto his.

His nose brushed against hers, his lips hovering dangerously close, teasing.

"Control, huh?" His voice was rough, low, sending a shiver down her spine. "That what you want?"

Y/n swallowed, her resolve wavering for the first time. "Show me."

Bucky's grip tightened on the desk, his knuckles white. His whole body ached for her, months of tension reaching a breaking point. But instead of giving in, he pulled back at the last second, his breath ragged.

"Tomorrow," he murmured, his voice full of promise. "After I win."

And with that, he stepped away, leaving Y/n breathless and gripping the edge of the desk for support.

—--

The auditorium was packed. Cameras lined the back of the room, reporters perched on the edge of their seats, the audience buzzing with anticipation.

Bucky sat backstage, rolling his shoulders, exhaling slow, measured breaths. He could still feel Y/n's presence beside him, could feel the tension crackling between them like a live wire.

"Ready?" she asked, voice steady.

He looked at her then, really looked at her.

She was the reason he was here. The reason he wanted to win.

Instead of answering, he reached out, his fingers brushing hers for the briefest moment. A silent promise.

Then he stepped onto the stage.

The debate was a bloodbath.

His opponent came swinging, throwing every dark piece of his past at him - the assassinations, the destruction, the years of being the Winter Soldier.

But Bucky didn't flinch.

He looked straight into the cameras, into the eyes of every person watching, and he owned it.

"Yes, I have a past. A dark one. A violent one. And I've spent every day since fighting to make up for it. But I am not that man anymore. I am a soldier. A survivor. And I will fight for you the way I fought for my own redemption."

The crowd erupted.

His opponent was left speechless.

And Y/n - standing just offstage - watched him with something she had never seen before.

Pride.

—--

The announcement came hours later.

James Buchanan Barnes had won.

The victory party was chaotic. Reporters swarmed, cameras flashed, and people cheered his name. Music blared, champagne flowed, but Bucky barely heard any of it.

His focus was on her.

Across the room, Y/n was talking to a group of campaign staffers, but she felt his stare, turning to meet his eyes.

And that was all it took.

Bucky pushed through the crowd, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into a dimly lit hallway, away from the noise.

She barely had time to react before his lips was on hers.

It was desperate. Months of tension, of late nights, of stolen glances and almosts - all of it exploded in that kiss.

Y/n gasped against his lips, her hands fisting in his suit jacket, pulling him closer.

He groaned, hands gripping her waist like he'd never let go.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, he smirked down at her. "Told you I'd win."

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way her heart raced.

"Shut up, Senator Barnes."

Bucky chuckled, his grip tightening on her waist. "Say it again, sweetheart."

She huffed, but there was no real bite behind it. Instead, she grabbed his tie - and yanked him down to her level, their noses brushing.

"You're insufferable," she muttered, but the way her fingers lingered against his jaw told a different story.

Bucky grinned, tilting his head like he was considering something. "You love it."

Y/n didn't dignify that with a response. Instead, she kissed him again, slow and deep, like a promise.

The victory, the campaign, the chaos of the night - it all faded.

Here, in this quiet hallway, it was just them.

Just the two of them, pressed close, breathing the same air, caught in something neither of them could deny anymore.

Bucky traced his fingers down her arm, his touch deliberate, reverent. "You realize," he murmured, "this means you're stuck with me."

Y/n arched a brow, lips curving. "Oh, I've been stuck with you for months, Barnes. The real question is - " she dragged a hand over his chest, toying with the lapels of his jacket - "what are you going to do now?"

His smirk softened into something deeper, something real. "Keep fighting," he said simply. "For this. For you."

Y/n's breath caught, but before she could respond, his lips found hers again, slower this time, savoring.

The world outside could wait.

Tonight, they had already won.

[gwinaesfer]

Shameless Selfpromotion Saturday -SSS

Listen guys (gn)! We need to proudly yap about our creativity more. Of course it's great, when awesome kind souls mention us in a rec-list or reblog our blurbs and blobs. But, let's be real, to most of us, more likely will happen... right... NOTHING! So that's what we do from now on, every damn Maker-given Saturday:

We make a post and show off, what cool stuff we created over the past week. Art, Screenshots, writing (anything from a questionnaire about your OC to the 100K epos...) anything we do is worth to be seen and to be promoted. And by tagging people, commenting, and reblogging, we share the love and boost ourselve's and other's confidence. No matter what form you choose, whether you reblog your initial post, or create a new one with teasers, you decide!

I was tagged by the incredible @pixiedurango and there's a shit ton of people I admire that I want to tag but I'm shy JFSAHOIFSAJODSA so the moots @fanfiction-artist-prototype @thewardenisonthecase @rookinthecrownest and anyone who wants to participate!

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First, and I'm really proud of it, I FINALLY set my website up! I'm coming back from a very numb period of my life so I don't have much to show yet, but I'm happy I managed to make this and have the proper place to show my stuff and make it easier for people to contact me for work!

(haven't made a post yet but commissions are open if anyone wants to check it out).

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Second and another new project, I started setting up a youtube channel to make art content, because I love it and I don't have close friends/a community to share my interests so I'm making my own. There's nothing in it but it exists now and I'm happy about it. (posting it here in case anyone wants a head start XD).

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As for art I haven't drawn much this week because I was tablet-less DFISOADOSIAKDSAKOIDA my drawing tablet came in a few days ago so I'm just getting used to it. I did draw this from the Spots to Kiss prompt list (that I would also love it if you guys sent more because this was so fun, I have one more in the works but it's a wip XD).

Calmer week but still a good one <3

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Tsuzuru Minagi | [R] Casually Showing Skin Mode | L3tt3r Fr0m A Gy4ru

Tsuzuru: (And I’m finally done with classes for the day. Okay, guess I’ll head home—.)

Tsuzuru: (Hm? That’s quite the crowd. Wonder what’s going on…)

Taichi: Ah, Tsuzuru-kuuun!

Juza: Good work.

Tsuzuru: Oh, so you guys are here too. Is there some kinda event going on or something?

Taichi: I dunno, we just got here. It sure is busy. Wonder what’s up.

Juza: Huh, there’s a whole lotta stuff here. They’ve got random things, books, ‘n even household appliances lined up.

Tsuzuru: Ahh, I get it… It’s probably a reuse market.

Taichi: Reuse market?

Tsuzuru: It’s a kinda on-campus event where students who are about to graduate give away things they don’t need anymore to younger students.

Juza: Now that ya mention it, you got a book of short stories at the last one, didn’t ya, Tsuzuru-san?

Tsuzuru: Yeah, I was curious about this one that one of the upperclassmen told me about, but it happened to be out of print.

Taichi: Damn, lucky! Where’s that book now?

Tsuzuru: After I finished reading it, I started passing it around the company to anyone who wanted to read it.

Tsuzuru: That reminds me, I wonder who’s got it now…

Taichi: Who are the ones who wanted to read it?

Tsuzuru: Umm, Miyoshi-san, and Takato-san have already read it… And I think Furuichi-san and Tsukioka-san said they were interested too.

Juza: I’m interested in readin’ it too.

Tsuzuru: Gotcha. I’ll bring it over to you whenever I get it back then, Juza.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: I’m back.

Tsuzuru: (...Huh, did I leave a book out on my desk…?)

Tsuzuru: (Ah, that was the book we were just talking about. What perfect timing to get it back. I’ll go and bring it over to Juza right aw—.)

*Paper falls out of the book*

Tsuzuru: …Hm? Did something just fall out of it?

Tsuzuru: A note?

Thx 4 l3nding m3 thiz, Tzr-kun. I w4z rlly impr3zz3d w h0w clvr th3 f0r3shad0wing w4z. Th3 nam3z of th3 flwrz n th3 flwr l4ngu4g3 m3nti0n3d n th3 prlg s3nt such 4 shvr d0wn my spin3 tht I rlzd tht th3 clprt mightv3 4ctlly b33n TwT nstd 0f xD. If I w3r3 t0 pl4y tht r0l3, M sur3 thtz wht I wld d0…

Tsuzuru: The hell…? Is this a cipher or a prank or something?

Tsuzuru: —Ah.

Tsuzuru: Is this… that gyaru-speak thing?

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Tsuzuru: Jeez, he better still be here…

Omi: Welcome back.

Izumi: Hey, Tsuzuru-kun, would you rather have curry udon or soy milk curry hotpot for dinner tonight?

Tsuzuru: Aren’t both of them still curry? Well, it was pretty cold today,  so hotpot would be…

Tsuzuru: Wait, that’s not what I’m here for! Is Miyoshi-san here?

Omi: Kazunari’s in the kitchen.

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Kazunari: Lookin’ for me~?

Tsuzuru: The hell is this? I literally can’t read any of it…

Kazunari: Oh, gyaru-speak! What’s this about?

Tsuzuru: What do you mean ‘what’s this about’...? You didn’t write this?

Tsuzuru: It was stuck in the book I just got back, and you’re the only one who would write something like this, Miyoshi-san…

Kazunari: Ermm~, well, it wasn’t me.

Tsuzuru: What? But if it’s not you, then the people who I lent the book to after you were Takato-san, Furuichi-san, Tsukioka-san—.

Tsuzuru: No, it had to have been you, Miyoshi-san.

Izumi: Maybe if you read the note you’ll be able to figure out who wrote it?

Tsuzuru: Right. Umm—.

Tsuzuru: …

Tsuzuru: Yeah, not happening. I’ve got no clue what it says no matter how hard I try to read it…

Izumi: Let me see. …Umm, I can’t read it either.

Omi: Those don’t even look like sentences to me.

Tsuzuru: Damnit. What are we gonna do…?

Kazunari: I’ve gotcha, fam. I’ve got this gyaru-speak translator website.

Kazunari: Just gotta take a pic, scan the text, and… copy-paste and translate ♪

Tsuzuru: That’s incredible… So, what does it say?

Kazunari: “Thank you for lending me this, Tsuzuru-kun. I was really impressed with how clever the foreshadowing was. The names of the flowers and the flower language mentioned in the prologue—.”

Kazunari: “Sent such a shiver down my spine that I realized that the culprit might’ve actually been crying instead of laughing.”

Kazunari: “If I were to play that role, I’m sure that’s probably what I would do…”

Kazunari: Wait, could this be…

Tsumugi: I’m back~.

Tsuzuru: Perfect timing. Um, Tsukioka-san. About this note…

Tsumugi: Ah! Thank you for the book, it was really interesting.

Tsuzuru: No, not that…! Did you write this, Tsukioka-san?

Tsumugi: Yeah. Ah, did I forget to write my name on it?

Tsuzuru: Forget about that! Why is it in gyaru-speak!?

Tsumugi: Kazu-kun told me that gyaru stuff and gyaru-speak are really popular nowadays, so I tried using it.

Kazunari: Ohh~, yeah, so, I might’ve told TsumuTsumu about that translation website the other day…

Tsuzuru: So it WAS because of you!

Tsumugi: Ahaha, maybe I should’ve written it normally. Sorry, my bad.

Izumi: I never would’ve thought it was you, Tsumugi. That was quite a surprise.

Omi: Yeah. Good thing we figured it all out.

Kazunari: But like, wasn’t it kinda fun? It was like a little cipher game.

Tsumugi: Yeah, and it was really easy to do. Why don’t we recommend it to the others?

Kazunari: Banger idea, bestie! I bet RonRon and Taicchan would eat this up, don’tcha think?

Tsumugi: I bet Azuma-san and Homare-san would enjoy it too.

Tsuzuru: Wait! Quit trying to come up with weird trends!

[triptychcryptid]

Ok, here's some stuff on Demon's Disciple Stan. I think I'm putting these out almost EXCLUSIVELY for @localcanadiancreature62 because they like it so much. XD

The second half of this is more self-indulgent though. XD

After being betrayed and injured by his brother and left to die in the multiverse alone after Ford went back to Bill, he would have stumbled upon an alien tribe that helped him and gave him a translator. Yes, the same one Ford ran into in Journal 3.

After this incident, Stan would be EXTREMELY distrusting of other Fords. He would not project his murderous intent or abject hatred on all of them though, because he IS smart enough to realize that not all Fords would be the same. But if they showed the same ego and lack of accountability as his own, he'd write them off as useless to him and leave.

He would end up being generally more serious than Cannon Stan, but would be able to turn on the charm instantly when he needed to, which was often. He'd be a BIT of a playboy like cannon except it would actually work. Most of the time though, he only slept with someone because they had something he needed. And you know, the man's got needs. XD

He is very much a wanted criminal in the multiverse too because he's MUCH less discriminate about what he steals than Cannon Ford was. He steals things for survival, but also just things he wants because he's an expert swindler. XD

He got into "trading" goods and bounty hunting and got damn good at both. Basically he got in with this one dude who accepted some earth contraband he had on him (cigarettes, probably. VERY hard to come by in certain places) in exchange for some clothes. Particularly this one brand of combat boots that are the most comfortable boots he'd ever had. Sturdy, teflon coating, light and LOTS of cushion. He would also trade for mods on the boots that gave him speed, enhanced jumping capalities, magnetism, etc.

His jacket would have temperature regulation capabilities and he would get a coating on it to protect from laser guns, as well as teflon for when he made it to parallel versions of his dimension that had regular ol garden variety guns. XD His fingerless gloves have padding on the bottom to help protect his palms in instances of climbing or gripping things that could harm his hands normally. They also have the ability to shock, burn and stun people, as well as tell him his heart rate, the time or weather, depending on what he wanted to do. XD There's a button in the back that controls this.

He would stay away from Fords for the most part, unless they happened to have parts he needed and could steal. The only Fords he could stand to be in the same room with would be the most NOT versions of his Ford.

If he happened upon them, he wouldn't mind @tinfoil-jones's Jerk Ford if only because Jerk Ford knows he's a jerk and is upfront about his assholery. XD There is no trying to hide it for ulterior motives or just straight up denying that what he's doing is for anything other than his own selfish reasons like his own Ford. He would like Anti-Ford because that would be the most NOT Ford you could be. The streaming stuff would annoy him though.

If he ever came across @nowimjustastranger's Watchdog Ford, Stan would tell him in no uncertain terms was his Ford to get another Stanley. He was in fact, very much alive and had big plans to kill his twin when he got back home.

One of the services he would offer would be himself, after he found out that humans were VERY coveted in certain sectors. Most folk would pay handsomely just for a few ours with one, and this was actually how he met his best friend/fwb. She hired him one night and offered a large sum of money. He declined, stating instead that he wanted some parts she had that could work for a gun he was building. She agreed.

Afterward, she asked why he needed it and he explained his story. She took pity on him and offered him a drink. He accepted, and suddenly his broken and chipped teeth were fixed. His nose that got broken and never quite set right. His spine that got kinda messed up from all the years of sleeping in his car. The fingertip he lost during his last fight with Ford when Ford stranded him.

After this, they became allies and stole things together for Stan's boss. XD

[flymetosnarryland]

My Snarry WIPs' list.

I would like to share something. My Snarry WIPs' list, yup. Why? I always felt weird writing about myself and stuff I do, but I'm processing changes and thought I can share not only art, lol.

How many project are you working on? I'll dive into couple of mine:

Date with a Star - a Post-War romantic comedy. Harry is in love with Severus, Severus secretly loves Harry. Both are too scared to say what they feel to not lose their friendship. A friend in need asks Harry for help and this is where the wild ride with dumb dating TV-show starts. Especially because Harry don't know that the same friend-in-need blackmailed Severus to get him into the same show too. This is actually a second Snarry fic I ever started to write, inspired by dating TV-show from 1992. I remember that when the idea for this one hit me, I was laughing for a good hour (that TV-show was absolutely ridiculous). And I still feel a pinch of positive embarrassment when think about what's going on there. In fact this story made me want to learn how to translate my wiritngs into English. It's half written and translated too. I really have to finish second part.

Infraction - my first monster fic. My baby. Crime (serial killer), slow burn, Muggle AU featuring Marauders and Death Eaters, political sheananigans and Severus' old flame. I have entire story written out from beginning to the end. What's more... with an ending that allows me to dive into second book (I'm excited lika a child) including the initial idea for it, ahh. Every time I think about Infraction, I feel butterflies in my stomach and a tear comes to my eye, damn. However, the entire project requires a huge amount of work. And a few modifications that I finally have to do to complete the first stage. It's not simple, though. I regret a bit that I released the cover, prologue and first chapter. I was prematurely carried away by the joy of creation, but that's okay. Going to fix it all in time.

In the Moonlight - working title. Something I planned to write for last year's Snarry AUctoberfest, but the beast got bigger, lol. Crime (kidnapping), Muggle AU - my great weakness and, most importantly, inspired by the movie Bodyguard (the one with Whitney Huston). Much like Infraction, this fic is fully planned and scripted. I can't believe I managed to do it. I wrote 1/4 of the whole thing and even have the lyrics of original song that Harry dedicates to Severus, although I don't know anything about music at all (an elephant stepped on my ear).

In between - a drawing series. Harry and Severus in a cute/fluff version. Post-War and happy life, because that's what they deserve!

First time - Drama/Romance, Muggle AU (gosh, yeah, again!). This is a project I want to do 50/50 as a fic/comic. A few works and dirty sketches have already landed here. I have a little dream of writing something that includes e-mails/text messages. In general, a romance that started online. Aren't Harry and Severus purfect for this? (Plus doing art in colour for this project was a test I wanted to start before 3B.)

3B - a Vampire fic, yessss. Can you believe that once I said, I'll never ever write or do anything connected to vampires? Hehe, now I'm in the middle of it, fully commited and over the moon. A bit dark/angsty story with a bonus: illustrations. Crime (more like, cri-me a river, lol; I mean, again? Yup xD), Post-War, a few intrigues, even a SnarryWedding o_0 gosh. That is another thing I said: "No, that's not going to happen." I guess, I fell on my head since now I do everything I promised to myself not to. But it's fun. And bloody, mhaha. I also created my own Vampire Villains and I kinda fell in love with them. Going to sneak into this fic a bit of blood magic mechanics that I created for my fantasy book, too. The picture at the top is one version of the cover sketches ɷ◡ɷ

Adrenaline - working title. Post-War/Drama/Romance and slow burn, a bit of Hogwarts, a bit of Quidditch and for a change Severus will have to show that he wants something more. I mean, I always writing/thinking about Harry chasing Severus. So here the dynamic will change a little. Can't wait for it! The idea for this one was accidentaly born last week and I can't stop it anymore. The inspiration comes from the cover art for Witch Weekly that I did, lol. I had no idea that at the stage of brainstorming, it would turn into another monster. It supposed to be a short story, but, apparently, I'm not good at short stories and it's time to come to terms with it xD I won't cry either because I like Harry and Severus pairing up in different ways/AU's, hehe. And most importantly - creating all these things, even if they don't fully see the world outside my drawer, still gives me great joy!

[tsamsheadcanons]

So, y’all lemme pretend that everything is just whole fluff in this show for the sake of my sanity LIKE Y’ALL LEMME DREAM 😭 Like huh, KC, Bloodmoon and practically half of the characters died/have died once, what do you mean that everyone ain’t a happy little autistic family? YOU WERE TRAPPED IN A DIFFERENT TIMELINE, WAKE UP 🙄

SOOO WITH THAT LET’S GET STARTED! :D

Because Solar is still getting used to officially being a father for Jack, he sometimes gets REALLY overwhelmed by just the thought. Like, him taking care of another living being with its own needs that he needs to attend to 24/7? He LOVES Jack, don’t get me wrong – But he is TERRIFIED of failing this really important thing and failing to fill this role. It feels like an overwhelming responsibility that looms large over him because he feels SO ill-equipped to handle that – And that’s why he more and more doubts his parenthood because everything feels like too much for him to carry. And because KC is like the wise old dad/grandfather I DUNNO, he sometimes gives him tips about parenting and stuff and tells him it’s okay to sometimes doubt oneself, but you have to try your best! Sometimes, if Solar is just too tired and needs a nap, KC takes care of Jack and makes him a ‘marshwich’ – A marshmallow sandwich that has grilled marshmallows between two chocolate chip cookies! :D Jack and also Dazzle LOVE them! :D

Bloodmoon and Lunar ALWAYS used to watch Bluey and other kids’ shows together while the others were busy with work, with Bloodmoon often making fun of them and Lunar laughing alongside him! However, mentally, they’ve grown up a bit and still watch these shows sometimes, but not really often. And now, Dazzle and Jack ALWAYS watch these shows that they used to watch – And it feels like this bit of their ‘childhood’ or how you can call it passed down to them. It’s nostalgic to see them shake with laughter just like they used to – Two ‘kids’ laying on the floor, looking at the TV and watching their favorite cartoons together :3

Eclipse and Sun sometimes smoke together on the balcony, usually after a very emotionally heavy day. There are many different reasons as to why it was a draining day for them – For Sun, maybe it was because he had another panic attack again due to flashbacks of his past, or for Eclipse because he relapsed and had this utter self-hatred nearly strangling him again. But it is like a special moment when both do the same for different reasons – It just feels like connecting a bit. Not many words are exchanged, they just smoke in silence with the embers of cigarettes acting like small stars that they had pulled down from the mass of others shining above. [DAMN I’M SHAKESPEAR >:D]

OKAY LIGHT-HEARTED HEADCANON! >:D Moon and Solar write a My Little Pony fanfiction together (with OCs included of course, one of Jack that Solar added into the story and Sun added a OC of Dazzle :3) and every Sunday, they present it in front of the family like some PowerPoint presentation XD The family sometimes give them ideas on how to continue the story or flesh out the characters and are involved in making the project truly what it is! Both are EXTREMELY awkward about it at first – But then they’re the unstoppable autistic duo rambling about their shared hyper fixation a second later :3 It’s their shared project that they work on instead of actually doing the work that they have to do but procrastinate until the last day, relatable, I know 😌✋

I'M SORRY THAT THEY'RE SO LONG- 😭🙏

But no worries, I WILL RETURN WITH MORE! >:D But I will procrastinate that of course ✨😋

I love AUs where everyone is a big happy family

[the-spam-specialist]

It might have taken me half a year to finish the first half but tada! I really enjoyed the sleepover fic the way you portrayed Magolor was just so good! I hope I did it justice I genuinly laughed out loud at the part were Magolor said whats the worst that could happen BAM waddledoo getting carried away by the storm and the mental Image of the Kirby and Magolor being like ah it can get worse. XD (alr in the drafts to continuing with that >:])

Anyway, I wanted to say thank you so much for writing the story it is one of my favorites on ao3 and I hope you are having a great day/night. ^^

OH???? MY GOD???? I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF THIS FIC IN A HOT MINUTE HELLO????

AND YOUR STYLE IS SO DAMN AMAZING????

AND I NEED TO STOP DOING THIS QUESTION MARK GAG????

I don't think words can properly express how much I love this. This is...wow. WOW. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you so so so much for this. I love it!

[tamelee]

i just saw a posts about novels that went like

sarada told sasuke he has lipstick stain, sasuke tries to wipes it off and she says he doesn't have one and sakura doesn't wear lipstick.

how do they defend this novels with their lives? it confirms sasuke never kisses sakura and doesn't know if she wears lipstick or not and kisses someone else who wears lipstick. it also confirms naruto likes to wear lipstick XD.

Please. These novels are ridiculous. Kishimoto already confirmed they’ve never kissed in Gaiden. Twice. 

(* something nicer = meant the forehead poke)

Though I wouldn't believe anyone if they said they actually like these novels, because the story (or lack thereof) is complete shit, but it’s fine if they do. A good story isn't the intention unfortunately. I genuinely wish that people understood what exactly it is they are defending. I’m writing a post for someone who asked something regarding canon, but I need to take brakes from it because it pisses me off that this happens constantly to franchises— not just Naruto. 

And in this case it’s even worse, or perhaps it’s just a prime example, because Jun Esaka (writer for some of these novels) made such a fool of herself on twt by making it all too obvious what her intentions were by writing them. (If it wasn’t already obvious.) First, when people pointed out the many flaws, she admitted that it’s “just her story” and “just her interpretation” (she had only read 'Naruto' for the first time a few months before that), but when other ss-shippers started to defend her and said she was a better writer than Kishimoto (as there’s 0 love between SS when he writes), she basked in that glory and went along with it. Even to the point that she completely disrespected Kishimoto, the story, the craft, openly made fun of other characters (mostly Hinata) and ships like NH and demanded her other novels to be animated as well. It’s unprofessional af. And then when fans asked her for a nsfw novel for SS she agreed and told them to harass the company about it. (She didn’t say ‘harass’ exactly, but come on you can’t be that dense given their reputation with staff.)

What are they defending? 

How can you defend anything when the motive is so obviously just personal bias/gain and/or financial profit to a company where both in this case don’t give a shit about the original story. It's not about shipping though, it happens all the damn time to all my favorite franchises and I'm genuinely sick of it. And it's not even about a writer writing about what they want either because I already expected that, but Esaka did her absolute best to try and disprove the bond between Naruto and Sasuke and change narratives completely even for individual cases for the sake of telling her "story". SNS-moments weren’t romantic to her and she quite literally made fun of it by copying them in her story to point out its "irrelevance", but give them to her het-ship and now all of a sudden it is romantic???? She basically calls Kishimoto a liar because ‘Sasuke Retsuden’ in particular is a direct response to ‘Gaiden’ (made by Kishimoto). She blatantly tried to disprove anything he said and indicated about her ship. She wrote about characters that, yes, have the same name as those in ‘Naruto’, but are so out of character it hurts. It took me months to recover my lost braincells. 

I don't think my post about it is still up, but to name a few things in that novel if you're interested: Sasuke resents Naruto and his test-tube daughter because he’d rather travel with Sakura, his wife whom he loves so much. But he has to do stuff just because Hokage Naruto said so and his daughter wants to stay in Konoha so he has no choice but to comply. Being apart from his wife-(did we mention he loves her so much? because he does. so much.)- makes him feel so very lonely and he misses her body so much because he knows it so well. He fails to do anything other than being jealous about the women-deprived prisoners going after the new hot doctor, Sakura, who is his wife btw. that he loves a lot in case you missed it. and he rather stares at trees that remind him of her than helping his friend Naruto who’s apparently dying from his own chakra or whatever kind of bs. Sasuke lets himself be bullied by prison-guards that aren’t even Shinobi, for having long hair and looking like a girl, though Esaka makes sure to mention how so very handsome he is and he looks like a cat. Sasuke loses a battle against an overgrown lizard and tries the same damn jutsu 4 times(!!!!) before realizing it may actually not work, I think because he forgot how to fight, but he can however create anything from ice like Elsa (Frozen), or from dirt like some Gaara-hybrid to make Sakura a ring because he loves her so much ofc… oh and he’s now a healer too. Sasuke sacrifices people’s lives even when it’s not necessary at all bc ig Esaka thinks he's a killer, and also he wouldn’t mind being brought back with Edo Tensei if it means he can stay with Sakura, because fuck everything they’ve been through in the original story, yeah? They also immediately forgive the bad guy cuz he's so relatable even though he just murdered I dunno how many people. SS kiss while an injured Naruto is squished in between them because SS-shippers have some sort of “Naruto has to watch our ship being in love to really make it legit because that’ll learn him for getting in between!”-kink (that's real actually) and according to Esaka, Sasuke is so worried about his daughter and in fact did meet up with them during those 10+ years because he loves them oh-so-much and fuck you Kishimoto that’s why. 

Be so fr right now. It’s such a joke. And these are just the few things on the top of my head that I remembered ;-; ...

Again, what are they defending exactly? It would be nice to just have a genuine fan of the story write an actual story. No other motive other than "I really like the story and would love to explore some options while respecting Kishimoto's work because it'd be fun!" Except, that's unfortunately not very marketable and ffs it's just sad. (I know there's a Kakashi version and I personally really want to know more about his role as Hokage and what he's done etc, but alas.)

[arcane-ish]

more rambligns on Vi and her role in the finale and arc issues in season 2

@vi-is-badass //response to this discussion

I came over to read it and wanted to possibly start a conversation

No worries, I love big damn essays and I often seek out people who also do big damn essays because I hope that means they will also be more okay with my tumblr skewing so heavily towards big damn essays.

A big part of this issue is that I don't think the second season really backed up the claims that "Vi always chose Jinx to her own detriment" and that "Vi never would have let Jinx go".

Fully agreement with you there. I feel like this arc, this message is there in the writing, but it's mostly in what Jinx says (particularly in the scene in the cless where she runs off to try and kill herself), but the interviews of the writers do A LOT of heavy lifting/very little of that made it to the actual screen.

I will say that this is a problem of several stories, that fairly essential scenes were left off screen.

Vi simply doesn't choose Jinx to her own detriment in season 2.

I think one can read that as "Vi's interactions with Jinx improve because she has eased up on Powder". I haven't read your response to the schnee video yet, but I think that was one of their main points that the underlying motive of the show is accepting change and that for the most part people get punished if they don't accept change and rewarded if they do.

So you can read season 2 as "Vi learned and grew, became more open minded about Jinx, made better choices in regards to Jinx and so she doesn't deserve to be abandoned by Jinx". But I'm not convinced that that is fully the right frame either. Like my gut instinct is that Arcane generally isn't a show about "rewards" and "you did the right thing, you did the cookie". I'm not convinced that the writers really think of the show that way and yes it's a frequent way we the fans deduce meaning but I'm not convinced that rewarding characters for their definiotion of good behavior was necessarily how the writers thought about it.

OKay, this is getting long and rambly, it's time to make a cut for readability XD

(I remember they talked about in season 1 they had a guiding princinple of always defining what a character has a core want and them getting it but always in an ironic way. ie Silco wants indpendence but when he gets it he can no longer enjoy it, Vi finds Powder, but finds her changed; but they also talked that that principle fell to the wayside in season 2. so they always had a strange, dramatic ironcy/maximize the drama concept of rewarding characters in the first place and they didn't even stick with that consistently)

The other aspect is that their focus might just not have been Vi. They would have looked at it not as "Vi is getting punished" but "Jinx needs this for her character development".

Switching from "Vi is the main character on a journey in season 1" to "Jinx is now the character on a journey in season 2" would always have been a shock, but imo that could have been an approach, but to make that more satisfying it would have helped to maybe be more explicit of this duality (I think it is suggested in the fight in 2x05 where argue and Jinx she's the hero now) and if they made Vi support the other arcs this time she could still have had a very consistent support role and maybe even have a smaller arc within that support role.

And it's these two big things being what the final decision hinges on that makes the fact that the sisters' final scene was written before they wrote the rest of season 2 incredibly obvious because, with the way they had Vi progress, this ending doesn't make sense for her (to me).

Full agreement. Like I said, I do buy that they saw the scene as their "guiding star" and I do think they built towards it happening, but they built it up from Jinx's point of view. The seasons is all about Jinx's journey and building up to where she comes to the point of making this decision.

This is the big contrast to season 1 where Jinx was freakishly obsessive and possessive about Vi and jealous of Caitlyn.

Season 1, Jinx abducts Caitlyn and Vi and wants to kill Caitlyn.

Season 2, tadaaaa, character growth, Jinx tells Vi to be happy with Caitlyn and hopes out to follow her own path

I don't know how fixed all the elements of the last Vi and Jinx scene were (did they always know that Vanderwick was gonna be hanging from Jinx's leg? did they always know it was gonna be set against the backdrop of arcane threat Viktor's puppet apocalypse or was it more like the dialogue was fixed and the general idea of Jinx leaving/falling). But what sticks out to me about this scene how deeply deliberately it is from Jinx's side.

Jinx pulls up, precision hits the gem on the gauntlets, disabling the gauntlets, forcing the letting go. Jinx has a lot of agency in this scene (and even opportunity to show off her character), while Vi doesn't.

Jinx has an arc this season and Vi is the focus and the object of this arc.

We can gleam meaning from Vi's place in the story, but a lot of it is fanwanking, writer interviews and "facts not in evidence".

Like I think many have settled in on the interpretation "Vander parentified Vi, it wasn't healthy hat she felt that responsible for and guilty about Powder, it's a good ending that she ends up exploring a relationship and future with Caitlyn".

But in that sense it's frustrating how much of that is fan assumption and writer interviews.

Especially if you contrast it to Jinx in season 2. Jinx gets a bit of a resolution with her father figure. She gets a scene with Silco's chair where she essentially says "you'd probably want me to be out there and fighting Piltover, but I think I'd rather hang with Isha". And she gets a scene where she hallucinates Silco into telling her what she wants to hear/giving her permission for her chosen path (to break the cycle).

But at the same time, Vi never gets that with Vander. Vi never get a scene with her getting angry at being put in this position. Or a scene where Vander hugs her and tells her "hey kid, I didn't want you to tear your life apart over this, of course I wanted you to be happy".

Take the scene with the letter. In theory this scene should be super meaningful for Vi. She spent season 1 being convinced that Silco was the devil and this is how she finds out that he knew Vander and Vander felt bad about hurting him. This could have been her big "things aren't as black and white as she thought in season 1" scene. Or it could have been easily tweak to Vi getting from that that Vander spent his life in regret that he couldn't work things out with Silco, so she shouldn't let the chance to be with Caitlyn pass her by.

Really just any scene of Vi getting to reflect on he letter would have been good. Just some Vi and Jinx scene where Vi goes "So, Vander and Silco, crazy story, huh" and Jinx could have reacted by opening up a bit about living with Silco and how often he talked about his Vander trauma.

Instead, yes, Vi does get her Vander hug and learns to trust Jinx more. But within the context of her "choose her own happiness over familial duty/overcome her trauma with Caitlyn's love" arc, this isn't necessarily all that useful. She jumps right into protect/heal the family member with Vander. She still tries to rush in and protect Jinx in the battle where Isha dies and is held back only by injury and Caitlyn. She then wakes up in Caitlyn's spiffy mansion and rather than talking to Cait immediately rushes off to break Jinx out of prison. And in the final battle she is still paralyzed by seeing another "dead" Vander.

Based on how the second season played out I believe that Vi should have seen Jinx after her "death" to confirm to her and the audience that Jinx is in fact alive and been told by Jinx that she's going to leave Piltover. Vi is left with a choice: she can stay in Piltover and be with Caitlyn or leave with Jinx. In this moment she chooses to let Jinx go.

I agree that that would have made Vi's arc feel more complete. (or even just a small thing like having Vi be the one who deduces that Jinx ran off and indicating with facial expressions that she approves).

The core problem of Vi's arc is definitely lack of choice. My theory is that at the core of it Amanda's statement of what Vi would choose if she had nobody left to protect and that itself is a flaw like the writers and such as the show insist that Vi would never willingly give up her responsibility and duties, so the show operates on a logic that everything, every person, every responsibility, every choice has to be taken away from Vi.

IMO one angle is that Amanda writes Jinx/Vi/Caitlyn like it's a romantic triangle that she wants Caitlyn to win. That's why Jinx has to leave.

From Vi's perspective the happy end would be clearly that Vi gets to enjoy her romantic relationship and also have a good relationship with her sister/rebuild her relationship with her sister. But if you see it from the point of view of a rabid Cait shipper maybe that idea isn't as attractive, because you want Cait to fully have Vi and have all of Vi's attention focused on Cait. That doesn't mean that the character of Cait wants that at all. The character of Cait wants what's best for Vi. But the story sometimes acts this way.

The other aspect is that you can read season 2 as "they chose Jinx and Cait as the new main characters (evidenced by screentime) and wrote accordingly" The fact that Cait knows about Jinx's death and not Vi in the end makes sense if you are writing the season as Cait's arc. Cait gets an arc this season about being obsessed with hunting Jinx, she gets a moment of reconciliation in the prison with Jinx where she expresses a desire to end their emnity, is willing to let Vi spring Jinx out of prison and it concludes with Caitlyn smiling at the thought of Jinx getting away.

And here's where my personal convictions come in where I think the writers don't owe us a story. Like they didn't owe us to keep Vi as the main point of view character. They didn't owe us a Zaun becomes independent story. Basically, I believe in writers having a right to tell the stories they are interested in, even if I would have been interested more in a different story. IMO season 2 still has flaws beyond that. I can support their right to choose to tell a certain story and then point out they did a poor job of executing it. Like they had a right to shift focus from Vi to Jinx and Cait, but there's things they could have done to make things go over more smoothly if that was their goal.

IMO they could still have given Cait and Jinx the main arcs of season 2 and have given Vi a smaller supporting arc inside. That still would have been less satisfying for people who watch mainly for Vi but it would have just worked more smoothly if they had given her her own thing or at least make a better job of communicating why they think certain shifts are necessary. Like you said, be more explicit why Vi is being unhealthy. Or maybe make it explicit that maybe Amanda felt Caitlyn needed a dark arc because Vi was underestimating or putting Caitlyn on a pedestal in season 1.

For what it's worth: I think a scene where Jinx and Vi speak after the battle would indeed have been a satisfying conclusion to Vi's arc, but I do think it wouldn't have gelled with the mood the writers were going for. Like as fans of course we crave a good arc and a satisfying conclusion, but I think Arcane specifically wanted to end on some sort of perfectly imperfect/not as straight forward mood. I don't think they wanted things to be neatly tied up, they wanted it to be a mix between good and bad. That's why Sevika and the council are glaring at each other, that's why we have a montage about both Piltover and Zaun mourning the dead, that's why Mel's is journeying into the unknown with mixed feelings.

And to me that really does feel fully intentional from an artistic point of view. They didn't want to end on happy or easy or even concluded.

So something like Vi and Jinx having one more talk I think would have felt too neatly tied up to them compared to what they were going for.

She also doesn't know her place in the world.

Just wanted to add a big fat yes. That's a big bugbear of mine. IMO the show could easily have dropped more hints that show off that Vi actually likes enforcering, giving us an image of what their future life will be like and what she likes about it. Whether she likes the investigating and the deducing, the camraderie, the helping of people. IMO that is something that could easily have been achieved without changing the overall openness of the ending or the focus on Cait and Jinx's arcs. Yes there are moments you can interpret that way, but you have to basically find them with a mangifying glass and a lot of headwank to make it happen.

They don't really allow Vi to move past her guilt and responsibility

For what it's worth I can picture that one could read as the message being there's no easy moving on, but at least Vi and Cait will do it together. I think that fits the mood of ending that we are shown the effects of the battle on Zaun and Pitover, we have Caitlyn still marked by her battle, we have Caitlyn's monologue saying that people likely fuck up again and not learn from the past.

I actually think that that is a really interesting contrast between Cait's monologue:

Our only consolation that with every loss, we found some good, some light, worth gaining, worth fighting for. And though we are doomed to revisit the error of our ways… spark ever more conflicts… our story isn't over.

And the monologue from Silco's apparition which Amanda said was the central thesis of Arcane:

Killing is a cycle. One that started long before Vander and me. And it will continue long after the two of you. We build our own prisons. Bars forged of oaths, codes, commitments. Walls of self-doubt and accepted limitation. We inhabit these cells, these identities, and call them "us." I thought I could break free by eliminating those I deemed my jailors. But… Jinx… I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away.

I can you can definitely read this about Vi being somebody to his trapped in her commitment to protect the family, in her identity as sister. And the show does I think propose the idea that walking away from violence and walking away from commitment and responsibilities and expectations that feel like trappings is a good thing.

But I think it also takes the stance that just because it's a good thing doesn't mean its an easy thing. It's not you discovering that the cheat code is walking away and then everything works out. Walking away is hard and maybe has its own downsides, but it ultimately is the right choice according to them.

I was always fascinated with Amanda saying that she included Maddie also because it was Caitlyn trying to date somebody more appropriate from her mother's point of view (which I think doesn't make a lot of sense to people because it's never mentioned in the show and from a meta point of view Maddie is still underclass and she's an enforcer something we know Cassandra disapproved of). So there easily could have been a stronger theme of Cait, Vi and Jinx all stepping out of the roles and identities that trap them.

Cait wants to fill her mother's shoes in the beginning of act 1 and according to Amanda Maddie is part of that, but of course she ends up going with Vi.

Vi wants to follow Vander's last order to protect Powder/the family, but ends up not being successful at that and instead moving on with Cait.

Jinx of course rejects both Silco's message to focus on building a weapon and fighting Piltover and his message that everyone betrays them and it's only the two of them by forging new relationships and reviving old ones. But you can also read her to some extent maybe being trapped by the Jinx personality and the expectations that come with it (whether it's the expectation to be craaaaaaazy or the expectation to be a savior)and she breaks out of that.

This could have been more explicit if we had had a scene where Cait intentionally lays down her job as commander. In a "okay, I'm gonna stop messing with politics and walking in my mom's footsteps, I'll go back to being a normal enforcer, the thing she hated, as soon as things get back to normal" kind of way.

I am interested to hear what you think about this. I genuinely would like to know if you're willing and able to answer. I think you are good at expressing your viewpoint and bringing up a lot of good points that I hadn't necessarily considered.

Hah, I fear my response was very scattershot and all over the place. Maybe I'll eventually manage to rephrase it as into something more coherent. I do really enjoy gabbing with people who like to write long rambly metas just like I do. So never feel worried about meta-ing at me. I might not always respond, but if I don't it usually is always due to lack of time and not because I disapprove. In fact, I love it when people respond to my rambles with reverse rambles.

I also do want to say I don't want it to sound like I think Amanda is the devil or anything. It's just the situation that she has been the most open about her thought process and has taken a lot of both credit and responsibility for writing this particular story.

I actually do think that she both had the best intentions and that she is quite talented and likely has written quite a lot of things we do really enjoy in the show (I really don't buy into the idea that some season 2 haters have that everything they liked in season 1 was written by magical other writers and the big 3 (Amanda, Christian and Alex) had zero involvement in anything they liked. Plus she also seems to have an a lot more level headed take on fandom interaction and response than Christian but also many other writers.

I do think she wrote good stuff, but there are some tendencies in the writing that I don't think necessarily worked towards her stated goal of making a big fat but also messy and complex lesbian OTP and others that to me make more sense if you interpret with some favoritism or kind of fanficcy tendencies.

[point-of-the-stag-enjoyer]

OC Bio: Jackson-10.

Okay, i should start writing this shit. Starting with the first OC i cooked up, way way back in a freshly-dropped Witch Queen when Loreley Splendor was hot shit, and now i just can't bear to get rid of it. It's her thing, yknow? I did make an alt look w/ my beloved niche baby Stronghold later down the line tho. Bloody loving that this season eh xD Let's get some deets down.

Name: Jackson-10.

Nickname(s): "Jacks".

Pronouns: She/her.

Ghost's name: Mica.

Ghost's pronouns: He/him.

First resurrected: Early-mid Dark Ages.

And now the wordy stuff:

Jackson-10 started her life as a Risen pretty tumultously, all things considered, in agricultural territory being fought over by a trio of Warlords in Old Russia. She had to learn how to use her new abilities fast, and damn did she.

She proceeded to do the 'sensible' thing, and issue a challenge to all 3 Warlords while barely a few weeks 'old' and blinded by rage at the Warlords' actions. Jackson slew the lot one-on-one, claiming her first 3 final deaths, cleaving their thrones in 2 with a single swing each and claiming their territories for herself, along with Loreley Splendor from her third and final opponent. She ran her newly-acquired territories fairly well, for a greenhorn. Establishing a consensus to give her new citizens a voice, prioritising projects to ease her citizens lives & lending a hand in their implementation herself. Villages didn't quite thrive under her rule, but they were better off than being in a 3-way warzone, especially with her disproportionately violent anger-fuelled defensive efforts. Being an up-and-coming Warlord in Old Russia, it didn't take long for Jackson's exploits to make their way to the ears of the Iron Lords. Negotiations kicked off, and before long Jackson's fledgling kingdom entered a tenuous alliance with the Iron Lords, one that grew stronger over the years. That alliance ended after nearly a century, with Jackson being inducted into the Iron Lords proper, and her territory being subsumed. While her and most of the Iron Lords got along on at least a professional level, she did not see eye to eye at all with Felwinter & Saladin. The butting of heads was so frequent (mostly thanks to Jacks' anger management issues) that Jackson resorted to staying away from the Iron Temple as much as possible, returning to her old kingdom and defending & aiding it like she used to. All... "good" things come to an end, mind. Summoned to a meeting by Iron Lords Timur and Felwinter, Jackson stormed out after starting an intense argument over the usage of SIVA. She was firmly against anything to do with the Warmind, having heard countless horror stories over what happened to anyone who messed with it over the years. Not being the most diplomatic sort, her angered objections fell on deaf ears, and she was the only Iron Lord to reject the plan to seek out the Warmind, heading back to her old kingdom to try and take her mind off things. It wasn't long before she heard how poorly things had gone. Jackson made her way to the Iron Temple to offer aid to Saladin and Efrideet, only to be roundly rebuffed by Saladin. This was the last straw for Jackson, now totally disillusioned with the Iron Lords as a concept. She made one last trip to her former kingdom to grab her belongings and make sure the place was as set as it could be, then departed Old Russia for a city half the planet away...

Footnotes! :D

Godddd, okay. i think that's enough. Ngl i excel at writing up origins for my blorbos, getting them to the point of being, like, in a playable area of the game and then kinda leaving off the writing. Cause like, i play/played that bit. I don't know if i need to write it. Anyhow. That's Jacks' brief intro sorted. 1 down, 6 more to go. Gonna try and make these roughly weekly, but schedule schmedule. They'll be done when they're done, watch the tags. Thanks for reading <3 -'Stag