#I would love to talk with someone about Russian doll

[nikosaki]

Please may I request Yandere fyodor with a reader who’s in love with dazai. Thank you, have a nice day/night

Yandere fyodor with reader crushing over Dazai

Summary: Uh oh! Having fyodor as someone who is obesesed with you and then going for dazai? Tsk tsk what a foolish bird you are!

Genre: yandere, dark content

Warnings: dark themes, manipulation, bite marks, gaslighting,

a/n: reader has some nerve to even look at dazai if it’s yandere fyodor💀

Oh hell naw- 💀

You think having a yandere Russian man stalking you 24/7 is not enough so much that you went to crush over another crazy maniac

Well lets be clear first, let’s say reader is in the Rats in the house of the dead then it would cause more conflict especially between the two geniuses.

Fyodor already has a whole chess game prepared now he wants his doll to play with?

Fyodor knows what goes on your head you can tell too whenever his eyes narrow when your feeling nervous, excited or sad, he know everything

Perhaps it was his mistake of introducing dazai to you, his darling was just so curious!

But fyodor knows he know whenever your eyes had this small form of heart whenever he talked about him or showed his picture.

It became worse when you and dazai met the first time, oh golly-

I am pretty sure dazai already knew about how you love him and though at first he thought he could use you, you look like quite the peculiar person.

Having the demons doll wrapped around his finger is such a great way to provoke him

Dazai is a smooth charmer just like fyodor, he probably takes things further each time you two meet

One time he would say soothing words, another kissing the back of your hand, complimenting your work, and maybe at times leaving a trace of him on you intentionally.

Maybe even going far as leaving a mark on you though I doubt fyodor would allow that.

If anything fyodor got pretty angry when he found out you two even interacted! How dare his doll chase after another man

Foe now he will let you ran into the man you love but when he confronts you a bout it..I hope you will be both physically and mentally prepared.

Dont look at me like that! Fyodor is a sadist and he loves punishing you whether it’s mentally or sexually.

I do think he would lock you in a room for days with no sunlight rather than do physical punishment. What will you blame him on? Touching you?

You can’t really it’s your fault, why did you ran into his arms, do you not know who you belong to? Do you want to leave him? Is he not enough for you?

All sorts of manipulation tactics will be used against you and at the end you will become more submissive.

I am pretty sure if dazai by any chance falls in love with you it would be better for fyodor, why does he need to be angry? disturbing Dazai by any way makes his ego grow!

Two birds with one stone.

In the end you will be far too of a lifeless doll who learned its lesson from living in a dim cell for far too long. How many days has it been? You do not know but atleast fyodor didn’t abandon you.

A/N: not proud of it too much *sigh*

[miley1442111]

hi, this is so random but can you do a story for bucky barnes from marvel? Like something angsty with him and reader being separated and she's a hydra agent but it's kind of just before infinity war. Like she was frozen too because she was a scientist and seen as a threat but also an asset and now she's like 'the new winter soldier' since he escaped hydra and she doesn't remember him, but then she does?

Thank you! 💓💓💓💓💓

thank you for submitting this, this inspired me to open up a marvel category!

I'll always find you, doll.- b.barnes

a/n: this is a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: your mission to get a hard drive from the avengers compound can only go well, right?

pairing: buckybarnes x reader

warnings: general marvel topics, mind control, fighting, hospitals, reader being seen as 'dangerous', general angst.

Everything was so loud. The gunshots, the punches being thrown at you and the ones you were throwing back. You were fighting a teenager in a spider-suit. Somewhere in the back of your head, you knew that was wrong, but you couldn’t even access the memory of your name. Only your orders remained. Get the hard drive.

You had fought your way through Agent Romanoff, Spider-boy, Agent Rhodes, Bird-man, and Bug-man. Next up was Stark and Captain America. The others were either dead or unconscious. 

“You don’t have to do this, let us help you,” the Captain spoke, his shield at the ready. 

“And why would I do that?” You asked, taking your knife from the holster on your waist.

“Because we have Barnes,” Stark cut in. 

“Who the hell is ‘Barnes’?” You spoke, then threw the knife. It hit the Captain before he could dodge and it lodged itself in his arm. He let out a groan of pain and pulled it out, ready to fight again. Stark relied on his suit and attempted blasting you, but you were too quick, jumping out of the way. 

After a long back and forth between you and the two men, Stark got close enough to drug you, and everything went black.

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You woke up in a hospital bed with no recollection on how you got there. You rattled against the chains that held your hands, screaming for anyone. After a few hours of yelling, you realised no one was coming, and your body let itself sleep again.

You woke up again, to someone outside your room. 

“You have to let me see her!” A male voice. 

“No way Barnes,” Stark sighed. “She’s too dangerous like this. You’ll either set her off or make her angry-”

“She knows me,” Barnes shot back, cutting Stark off. 

“Oh, you mean the woman who flat out asked who the hell you were, that woman knows you?” Stark snarled. "we have bigger things to deal with, Thanos is coming!"

You stifled a groan at the throbbing pain in your muscles. You clearly had no medication, no IV, nothing.

“I'm well-aware of our current situation Tony. I'm also aware that some part of her knows me!” Barnes argued. “Just… let me see her, please. Even if she’s asleep. Please Tony, she’s my wife.”

Who the fuck was he talking about? 

Reich, Händler, Kohle, Regel, Atmosphäre, Markieren, Strafverfolgung, Haltung, Überfall, allmählich. 

Rich, dealer, coal, rule, atmosphere, mark, law enforcement, attitude, raid, gradually.

They played in your head like a pulsing mantra. You had never been one for speaking Russian, so you had German words. You hated the people that did this to you. The people that tortured you, the people that wiped your memories, the people that broke you. 

“Bucky, you’re going to end up killing yourself over this, don’t bother with her.”

Bucky. Your Bucky. 

Your Bucky was behind that door. Your husband. The man you loved so dearly before you were taken by Hydra. 

“Buck?!” you shouted, clarity pushing the fog in your brain away. You broke through your chains, the strength of the serum making it easy. “Bucky!” You screamed again, trying to get the door open. 

“Y/N?! Doll?!” He shouted back, opening the door. You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms and legs around his torso in an all-consuming hug. “I thought you were dead,” he whispered into your neck as he hugged you. 

“I thought you’d never find me,” you sobbed into his neck. 

“I’ll always find you, doll,” he promised, holding you tighter. You pulled back a bit, tilting his head so you could kiss him. For the first time in 60 years, you kissed your husband. It felt good. His lips felt the same as they did on your wedding day. Yes, it was a quick wedding in a courthouse in 1942. Yes, most people thought that you were pregnant, or you were using him for army benefits. But none of it was true. You adored each other. You just couldn’t wait. You were so in love with each other.

“I love you,” you grinned against his lips, the kiss tasting of salty tears, though neither of you cared. 

“I love you too.”

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[rvmanticlvr]

hi for the 3rd time in a row pooks!

(i love you)

anywhoo, I have a thick french accent and recently i’ve been picked on about my voice because no one understands me. 😭😭

so I beg. please do your thoughts on how simon would react to a french girl?!?

would he like it?!?

love,

L.L.

(i love you too) FRENCH ACCENTS ARE SO PRETTY (whoever is picking on you im coming for them * with a knife *) (and im not a native english speaker and my accent is pretty much like russian accent and i get insecure aswell)

i think simon wouldnt mind any accent really.

i mean, he himself has that manchaster accent and when he gets too into the story he becomes hard to understand aswell. also, if you ever tell him how youre insecure of your accent he will simply tell you that he knows pepple with worse accent than you.

"awhh c'mon doll, you really think your accent is weird? look at johnny, luv. he cant even understand himself when he talks. but listen to me darling, youre accent is so sexy and anyone who says anything differently ill deal with them. you just tell me "

and then he pecks your cheek and goes deal with those motherfuckers :)

if the whole team finds out all of them would be so ressuring (and also a little bit shocked because why would someone pick on YOU?!!??!)

price would deffinately says something along the lines of "kid thats so silly, all of us have different accents and that because all of us are from somewhere else. you dont need to change your accent because its so beautiful. and if anyone picks on you again we will have that dealt with. although, im pretty sure ghost already has it done"

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

How would be for Jack fallen in love to someone much as powerful as him?

I think it would reassure him in more ways than one—

1) he would have someone he could talk to about his powers, someone who understands

2) he’s no longer this solo super powerful being, there’s another like him and that takes some pressure off

3) (this reason is kinda sad, but I do think that it’s something Jack would think, especially after how Dean (and many others, really) treated him like a monster) he has someone who can stop him or keep him in check. He can never go on some power trip, because there’s someone just as powerful as him to stop him.

4) he won’t have to worry too much about hurting her, or others hurting her

But even besides all these reasons, Jack just loves her. She’s powerful and she’s strong and she can take the bad guys out with barely a thought, but she’s also kind and she likes to heal people and animals. The two of them like to go out and look at the stars at night, and they like to go to parks and people watch, and go into the woods to look at animals.

They like music and chocolate (and nougat, of course) and dancing and those little Russian dolls that open up and there’s another one inside. They like exploring not only nature, but human stuff, too.

[ilovescaredysquirrel2]

Someone PLEASE make an English Dub of Buratino's Return (obscure Russian movie)

Okay, so I heard about this Russian cartoon animated movie recently, and it's got this Wild Thorberries-Rugrats-ish art style and the songs slap! The one that's gotten really popular was the one with the singing Barbie dolls, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2CSmp02Emk in this video here (turn the captions on). I heard the name of the movie is actually Возвращение Буратино which translates to Buratino's Return apparently. It looks amazing! I love talking toy themed movies that are NOT Toy Story. It doesn't look as amazing as Raggedy Ann & Andy Musical Adventure but it looks good enough to watch and enjoy. The thing is, the subtitles on the original Russian movie, the English subtitles SUCK! I got them saying weird things like "Oh yeah Obama" when she was apologizing to the other doll, and apparently the dog's name translates to "Potatoes" which... is actually kinda cute not gonna lie! If the movie gets dubbed, they should keep it!

Yeah, so the whole "dubs vs subs" thing is ridiculous. Dubs are obviously way easier to watch and understand. If you're hearing impaired and need subtitles, that's one thing but if you're not and you want to watch a movie, it's way easier to watch a dub. Plus, subtitles aren't always accurate and sometimes make things sound more awkward. Like, the dubbed versions often make more sense. Plus, subtitles go fast and you can't always pay attention to little details if you're watching it with subtitles, it's too distracting. I wholeheartedly believe that dubs are better all the way! If you don't speak English or Russian, maybe it can be dubbed in your language too! There needs to be a Spanish dub, French dub, Japanese dub, whatever language you might speak! The only language I speak is English, so that's why I'm trying to get someone to make an English dub. By the way, the English captions for the Мой Портрет - Трафарет video were an exact translation, I feel like the dub would change it up.

My friend wondered about the songs being ruined in the dub, which I would be worried about too, but they could hire a translator and songwriter to work together and make the lyrics make sense but also rhyme. Even if it was a fan dub, they could still get enough permission and help to make it a good dub without ruining the songs.

Another thing, let's talk about this not being popular in Russia, where it was made. I mean, it came out in 2013, the same year as Disney's Frozen! It didn't stand a freaking chance in theaters! Frozen literally took the world by storm... a snowstorm, that is! (haha, funny joke). Plus, a lot of non-English spoken movies don't get an English dub until years later. 2013 was 11 years ago, but who said it's too late for an English dub. Especially, now that the Barbie doll stencil song is becoming popular online. I also haven't actually seen the full movie, I just skimmed through it on YouTube to get a grip of what it's about and apparently it's about talking toys but they have to escape from a bad guy who wants to destroy them and turn them into the same "evil" toys to create a bad future of children. I also found out that apparently Buratino is Pinocchio and I like the idea of a non-Disney Pinocchio movie, because Pinocchio has been around for like 150 years, way before Disney made it into a creepy a** animated movie and they shouldn't take copyright of Pinocchio. There's also that other Russian movie "Pinocchio a True Story" where Pauly Shore voices Pinocchio and Tom Kenny voiced Geppetto. Also, this movie Buratino's Return was animated in 2D form, when a lot of early 2010s movies were 3D. I'm not sure how that effected the marketing and who wanted to see it but I'm almost sure that a lot of people were more hyped about Frozen or other popular movies.

Here's something else I found, apparently it was also based off "The Adventures of Buratino" which is a really old story, and I think this 2013 movie kind of looks like a creative twist on that story, kind of like what Disney does, but also kind of makes fun of Disney as well. Basically it looks like they're basing a story off old fairytales Pinocchio and The Adventures of Buratino, just as Disney does, except they're changing the things about Disney that isn't woke and making fun of the things that are wrong with Disney. I know a lot of you probably hate it when I talk crap about Disney, but I always give my side of how I feel and let you have your side. With enough convincing and understanding, hopefully we can understand both sides!

Anyway, feel free to chat with me about this in the comments! I'm always happy to hear opinions, even if they're different from mine. SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS!

[ametistacollinsworld]

✰ Uzi,Doll and V x Adopted! Sad! Human child Reader hcs✰

My 18 request! Hope you like!

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> Your backstory:

You were an orphaned child living in a very poor orphanage, until some JCJenson scientists came along and adopted you! But it was all just part of an internal experiment… They wanted to use you as a laboratory rat..and in the end they sent you to Copper 9 to die..humans can be really horrible..luckily someone found you!

• Uzi:

I imagine Uzi found you on one of her weapon parts searches, finding a trail of small footsteps and following them to your hideout. Uzi was reflective for a moment seeing your trembling figure, but after seeing how scared you were her decided to shelter you. Since you still didn't trust her at first, it was quite difficult to take care of you, but Uzi gained your trust after a few weeks, even though her father could be an inconvenience.

If you had a nightmare and woke Uzi up, she would be a little irritated at first until realizing your tearful state and fear-shaking figure, gently pulling you to her chest and starting to rub your back not really knowing what to do. But even so, Uzi tries to make sure you're safe and okay with her, soon falling into a deep sleep with you.

If you called her mom/mommy, I think Uzi would be so shy and proud of it, after all, it means you trusted and thought of her as your real mother.

Basically you get an emo mom who cares about you a lot.

• V:

I imagine V found you on one of her hunts, she ended up hearing a cry and followed thinking you were a worker drone, but when she took a closer look she realized you were human. V was confused by the situation, but she ended up deciding that it would be best to take you to the ship to see the situation with J.

Since you didn't trust her at first, besides very afraid of her, it was really hard to take care of you, but with time and N's help, V finally got your trust.

If you had a nightmare and woke V up, she would give you tired eyes and a few murmurs before pulling you into her lap like a baby, covering you like a burrito and starting to swing you gently singing a lullaby under her breath until you come back to sleep, then also falling asleep with you.

If you called her mom/mommy, I think V would be so proud and happy, as well as showing off to J and N talking about how you liked her as your real mother.

Basically you get a mother who loves violence but takes good care of you.

• Doll:

I guess somehow you sneaked into the colony, so Doll found you in a isolated spot in the colony hiding. Doll didn't quite know what to do in this situation, but she ended up taking you in anyway.

Since at the beginning you still didn't trust her, and also couldn't understand what she was saying it was quite difficult, but Doll quickly had a simple solution for that, communicating with you by notes in [English], thus gaining your trust over time .

If you had a nightmare and woke up Doll, she would be disoriented for a moment, then asking you in Russian if everything was okay even if you didn't understand her, then pulling you into a hug, where she places a kiss on your forehead murmuring sweets things in russian until you sleep feeling safe.

If you called her mom/mommy, I think Doll would be so proud and surprised, she never expected you to reach the level of calling her Mommy! But she is happy that you trust her and see her as your real mother.

Basically you get a Russian mother who takes care of you with great affection.

[is-emily-real]

Girls, Girls, Girls

Steve stepped into the haze of the club, bass thumping like a heartbeat and giving a little pep to his step. Robin stayed glued to his side as she scanned the room for anyone they knew, but he kept his head high. They were hours away from Hawkins. The chances that anyone from their hometown would be in a gay bar in Chicago for spring break were slim to none. Right? 

Steve sure hoped so, or he’d have to have a very awkward conversation with his mother.

The skirt gave him a confidence he hadn’t had in a long time. He loved the way it brushed against his skin, showing off the legs he was so proud of. The heels certainly helped.

He dragged Robin to the bar, catching the attention of the woman behind it. “What can I get you, doll?” she asked, never losing her rhythm. 

“Two rum and cokes, please,” he replied.

Robin nudged him. “So I’m supposed to go talk to people, right?” She was jittery

“Grab a table first, then I’ll walk you through it.” She nodded and slipped away, immediately apologizing as she bumped into someone.

After a moment the bartender set the drinks in front of him. “Don’t let your friend be a wallflower all night,” she advised with a smile.

“Few more of these, and hopefully she won’t be,” he replied with a wink before cutting through the crowd to the booth Robin claimed. “You’ve really never flirted with anyone before?” he asked. 

“Have you met me? I can’t even ask for ketchup in a normal way.” She took a big sip of her drink before pulling a face. “You’ve seen me try to talk to Vicki.”

Steve put his hands up with a laugh. “I wasn’t gonna say it.”

“Like you’ve done any better. I’ve been watching you strike out for the last year. It’s just embarrassing after a little while.”

“Yeah, with girls. That’s why I’m trying to bat for the other team.” He shrugged. “Maybe it won’t go so bad tonight.”

He gulped his drink, leaving a burgundy lipstick stain on the rim. Ever since he and Nancy had broken up, he hadn’t been able to turn on the famous Harrington charm. And once Robin came out to him in that mall bathroom, he’d let himself ask the questions that had always hovered right over his shoulder, the ones about why he got jealous when certain girls came around his friends and why he liked playing dress-up with Holly. He’d asked them, sure, but he’d never acted on what he found.

Until tonight. 

“If I’m doing awful, you have to come get me okay? Please don’t let me embarrass myself.”

“I promise, Robs. Now finish that. Alcohol makes it easier.” He scanned the room, catching a few eyes and sharing easy smiles. There were a couple people he wanted to dance with, but first he had to get his better half acclimated. 

She drummed her fingers to the beat and shook her hair out once she’d downed her glass. “Lead the way, o romance maestro.” 

He pulled her onto the floor, basking in the energy as they began to move. He felt free here, free in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. He found himself forgetting the Russians, the Upside Down, all of it as he shed the worries he’d shouldered over the past few years. He could breathe again. 

The song changed, then changed again as they came to life. Steve couldn’t help but laugh at Robin’s gawky movements. She swatted his arm with a smile and shouted over the music that she was getting another drink. He kept an eye on her as she disappeared into the crowd.

He felt someone slip into her place. “Babysitting tonight?” a rough voice whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. The man was about his height, piercing blue eyes in a tan face scanning him up and down. 

“She’s just not comfortable yet,” he replied with a soft smile. “She’ll be fine once someone catches her eye.”

“And you?” the man asked with a smirk. “Anyone caught your eye?”

He batted his eyelashes. “We’ll just have to see how the night goes, won’t we?” The light touch on his arm told him it worked just the way he wanted it to. He leaned into the touch and kept swaying with the music. 

“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?”

He chuckled at the complement. “Once or twice.” They exchanged small talk as they danced, a warm hand making its way to his waist. It lingered longer than he wanted. He took that as his sign and claimed he needed another drink, slipping away before the man could protest.

Steve felt his eyes stay on him as he looked around for Robin. She was back in the booth, conversing animatedly with a redhead. Thank God.

The pace had picked up since he’d been at the bar last. He leaned against it as he waited, listening to glass clink and people chatter. 

An oddly familiar voice called out behind him. “Charlie, can we get the girl a drink?”

The bartender’s eyes flicked behind him before she asked, “Ready for another round?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He turned to find a face he’d prayed he wouldn’t see here. 

Eddie fucking Munson.

Dark curls framed his soft brown eyes and wry smile. “A bit of wisdom, sweetheart. That guy’s a jackass.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest. His heart pounded in his throat, but he fought to keep his voice steady. “And you know this how?”

“A couple bad encounters.” Eddie sighed dramatically. “Some men don’t know the meaning of the word no. But what can you do?”

His heart twisted. “Thanks for the warning. I better go check on my… friend.”

Eddie nodded, a peculiar look on his face, but ultimately let him pass. He sped to the booth.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said with only a glance to the newcomer, “but Robs, I think I’m in the middle of a crisis.” He plopped down onto the bench and set her drink before her.

She didn’t touch it.

Or respond, really. 

She just gaped at him, eyes flicking between him and whoever she’d been talking to. He turned to get a good look at them.

Chrissy Cunningham stared at him from across the table.

“Oh shit,” was all he could think to say. “Aunt Laura’s gonna kill me.”

“If you tell my mom, I’ll tell yours,” she said hurriedly, a threat he hadn’t heard in years.

“Pinky swear.”

“Done.” She extended a hand, and he curled his little finger around hers just like they used to do as kids.

Robin laughed nervously. “Does this have anything to do with your crisis?”

“A little bit?!” He squawked. “When were you gonna tell me about this?”

“I was going to play it off if it was just me, but you ruined that, dingus.”

“You’ve never successfully played off anything in your life. Also, you don’t drive. Who else would have brought you here?”

“Listen, that’s not the point. What’s got you worked up?”

He gripped the edge of the table hard. “I just had a conversation with Eddie, and I don’t know if he knows that I’m me.”

Robin gasped. “First boy crush Eddie? Is here? Now?”

“Who else could I possibly be talking about?”

Chrissy piped up. “Would now be a bad time to say he’s here with me?”

Steve wanted to dig himself a grave right there. A swift death would certainly be better than whatever was to come. He sat with his head in his hands, silently contemplating everything. Robin rubbed small circles into his back as she steered the conversation away from the obvious.

Eddie had called him a girl, and Steve felt good about it. Too good, in fact. His eyes burned as he tried to recall every interaction they’d ever had. They were few and far between, but Eddie’d given him a pet name each time, princess, pretty boy, sweetheart . He’d seen right through his facade in every taunting conversation, every lunchroom callout and run-in at parties. Steve’s bullshit, Nancy had called it, Eddie was able to tear through it like paper, speak right to his core, joking or sincere.

Maybe that’s what Steve always liked about him, as much as he tried to hide it. He’d held on to this “little crush” for so long, knowing full well that it would never come to fruition. For so much of his life, spending too much time with The Freak was social suicide, and so he’d pushed it down, tried to bury it in ashes each and every time that ember blazed to life once more. 

But, fuck, now they were here . Now it could be more than a fantasy, if only for a fleeting moment, until they were back in the hellscape they called home.

He’d let so many chances pass him by in the name of upholding an image he didn’t even like. A max of three people here knew who he was, and not one of them gave a shit that he was Richard’s son, “an all-American boy through and through”. So why should he let this once in a lifetime chance go? 

If he did, tonight would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Steve sat up and squared his shoulders. He needed to make a move.

Robin cocked an eyebrow at him. “Made up your mind?”

He brushed his sweaty palms against his skirt and nodded. Chrissy gave him a crooked grin. “He just stepped out back.”

“How do I look?”

“You are the hottest person here.” Robin clapped him on the back, “Go get him, tiger.”

With that, he stalked to the back door, a bit of sway to his hips. The clack of his heels filled him with a sense of assertiveness. 

The night air nipped at him as he pushed through the door. He spied Eddie leaning against the brick, wisps of smoke curling up from the cigarette in his hand.

Steve walked up to him with an ease not reflective of his mental state. He plucked the cigarette from between his fingers. “Mind if I bum a smoke?” Before he could reply, he took a drag, letting rich smoke fill his lungs. 

“By all means.” The streetlight glittered off Eddie’s rings as he tapped them against the wall. “How’s Miss Birdie?”

“In good hands,” he said with an exhale. “I always knew she had a thing for redheads.”

Eddie took the cigarette back. “And you? You have a type?”

Steve hummed, idly reaching up to twirl one of Eddie’s curls around his finger. “More into brunettes.”

His Adam's apple bobbed as he quickly looked away. “I didn’t think this was your scene, Stevie.” So he did know it was him.

“Well, it’s not quite yours, either.”

“I didn’t think Chris would like the kind of places I usually go.”

He was pleased to see the heels had given him the slightest height advantage. “She’s full of surprises.”

Eddie looked him up and down. “Apparently, it runs in the family.”

Steve felt the tips of his ears heat up as he shrugged, trying to convey nonchalance. “Always wanted to try it, y’know? Just couldn’t do it back home.”

“Yeah. You, uh… you look good.” It was obvious he was balking, the way he wouldn’t quite meet his eyes, instead choosing to peer down the alley, but he could tell there was something there, a nervous air about him, like he was tiptoeing across a high wire.

He’d be lying if he said he felt differently. “Never known you to be quiet, Munson,” he said, looking up at the haze of the city. 

“You just surprised me, is all. Not quite how I pictured my Saturday going.”

“I can leave if I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“No,” came rushing out of his mouth, a bit of an edge to it. “It’s a pleasant surprise, trust me.”

“Oh?” He shot him a hooded glance, only to find the man’s lips curled into a soft smile. The amber light brought a warmth to his face, his eyes glittering with emotions Steve couldn’t place.

“This isn’t how things happen. The Munson doctrine firmly states that no incidents of this nature are possible in the cosmic fabric of the universe. No hometown heroes are allowed to contain multitudes. Turns out Dustin was right, the little shit. There is more to you than meets the eye.”

Steve’s heart twinged, a budding hope that this could be something more than some back alley romance springing to life. “I could say the same about you. Don’t get me wrong, Chris is a nice girl, but you of all people taking a shine to her is shocking. I always thought you didn’t care for us preppy types.”

Eddie threw a hand on his chest haphazardly. “My cast iron heart is not immune to sugar, unfortunately. It’s not very metal of me, but we all have our flaws, I suppose.”

He grinned despite himself. “You think I’m sweet?”

“What if I did?”

He could practically hear the crackle of electricity as Eddie threw that lure, gave him an opportunity to make this more than a careful dance. It gave him goosebumps. “That’d be enough to get a first date out of me, if you really meant it.” Good God, did he want it to be more. 

“Then you better call the dentist, baby, ‘cause you're about to give me cavities.”

That got a laugh out of him, bubbling up from deep in his chest and giving him a pleasant buzz. This was so easy , easy in a way nothing had been for years now. Eddie’s tentative confidence drew him in in all the right ways, and he found himself drifting closer, eager to figure out all his idiosyncrasies. The way his bottom lip got caught between his teeth when he was pleased with himself, the rhythms he relentlessly tapped out, the tattoos he knew were hidden underneath his jacket, Steve wanted to learn everything he possibly could before the dawn came.

The excitement sent a shiver through him. Eddie immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over his shoulders. 

The leather was blissfully warm, but more so was the breath on his face, whiskey and tobacco as long fingers remained curled in the collar. He waited on a razor’s edge as dark eyes searched his, flitting back and forth from his lips with a question neither of them dared to ask. His ribs were about to crack under the hammering of his heart. The tension was thick, overpowering, stealing the breath from his lungs like he was at the edge of a high cliff staring down at the wine-dark sea below, watching it froth and churn, knowing the only way forward was down.

“Just kiss me already,” was all he could exhale.

Steve’s eyelids fluttered closed as soft lips pressed against his own, and oh, how glorious was the fall, the rush that passed over him as he sought the touch of the waves. He’d never known what others described as fireworks, but now? Now he felt the blazing heat of the sun tightening his skin, bleaching his bones as he plummeted.

The soft moan that escaped Eddie’s throat plunged him deep into need, a heady, joyous thing that helped his hands find purchase on a lean waist, slotting in place like they were designed by God to fit right there. He wanted to spend forever pressed together against the rough brick, moving in tandem like nothing else existed until all the stars burned out in the sky, until the molecules that formed him folded in on themselves and collapsed under the weight of space.

An unfortunate flaw in his anatomy meant he needed oxygen to survive, so he let that wish slip away, drawing back just far enough to get a good look at the boy underneath him. He looked as punch-drunk as Steve felt, pupils blown and chest heaving like the secrets of the universe had been revealed to him.

“You okay?” Steve asked gently.

“I think I’m having a religious experience,” he gasped.

That was enough to draw him back in, let his hands roam over Eddie’s back as he lost himself in the embrace. He was floating, surely, stripes searing up his throat as hands made their way into his hair, fingernails scraping delightfully across his scalp. 

Steve was determined to kiss him stupid, and he certainly tried his best, letting his lips trail down a pale neck, leaving red smudges along the way. The little gasp Eddie let out when he finally sucked just under his jaw filled all the space in his brain. He slipped his hands under the hem of his shirt, feeling the goosebumps rise as his thumb traced the curve of his hip.

“Stevie?”

“Hmm.” He was a bit preoccupied at the moment, enjoying the brush of Eddie’s stubble against his lips.

“That, uh, that date you mentioned? Were you joking about that?”

“I’d love a date with you, babe,” he murmured against his skin.

“Oh, good.” Eddie caught his lips again, and it was his turn to let his hands wander, leaving tingles in their wake as they traced patterns under the jacket. 

Steve basked in the heat of it all, born again under Eddie’s touch. Time meant nothing to him. Hell, years could have passed and he wouldn’t have given them a single thought. He was wonderfully alive, the electricity in his veins keeping his heart beating its staccato pattern.

His ears pricked up at the sound of the door opening, briefly letting the noise of the club escape, but when a wolf whistle sounded, he pushed Eddie back. Judging by the lipstick he’d left behind, Steve knew he looked downright indecent. “If we keep this up, this is gonna go much farther than I’d like it to in public.”

“Lucky for you, there’s a well-christened bathroom stall less than twenty feet away.”

Eddie cackled when he scrunched his nose at the suggestion. “I’m good for a hotel room, thanks.”

He took Steve by the hand. “Then let’s blow this joint.”

*****

They drove home in the midday light, the radio crooning softly. With a phone number burning a hole in his back pocket and Thursday night plans, Steve hummed along. 

Robin rested her head against the window, the cool glass helping to fight off a hangover. She broached the silence. “So, Chicago?”

“Chicago,” he replied with a grin.

[neighborlywelcome]

Hello hello !!! May I get a tadc matchup? <3

I'm nonbinary & transmasc , preferred pronouns are he/it

I'm aroace, bisexual with a preference for men, and cupioromantic <3 I'd be comfortable matching with anyone, but I lean more towards men :3

I'm very sorry if this causes any trouble for you, but I would not like to be matched with Caine </3

Personality: I'm generally a very quiet person, not really speaking unless spoken to and stuff, but I'm not necessarily a shy person. I can hold a conversation pretty well once someone starts speaking to me. I don't change much with people I'm close with, besides initiating conversations more often (but it's unlikely. I have to be very close in order to do that) I'm very much a people pleaser, always trying to make changes to whatever I can so someone else can get what they want. I can be kind of mean and blunt sometimes, but I'm not trying to! It's just hard for me to tell my tone :( Another thing, I'm uncomfortable with physical touch. If someone touches me I will automatically push them away. That doesn't mean I don't like it! If you warn me beforehand or ask me before touching me, I'll be more likely to say yes. (not a guarantee though, it depends on how close we are)

Hobbies//interests: Psychology, philosophy, classic literature, dolls, bats, human anatomy, mori kei, cult party kei, sweets, small animals, wintertime/cold weather, literature analyzing, psychological horror, and trinket collecting ^_^

In a partner, I usually try to look for people who can put up with my bluntness, and people who can initiate conversations first. If they don't, we probably won't ever speak 😭 I like people who are outgoing, it gets me out of my comfort zone a bit :3

My love language is most definitely acts of service. I'm not great at expressing my feelings through words or physical touch, so I always opt for doing things for the people I love.

I'm a Scorpio ^^

I looove Jirai, menhera, and all things like that :3

Fun fact: I'm deathly cold 24/7 and I speak fluent Russian <3 (Honestly I'm not that great with English irl, I can barely speak if I try </3)

I hope this is okay!! Have an amaaazing day <333333

Hi, yeah absolutely! I hope you have a good day too and thanks for the request! <3

YOUR MATCHUP IS…

JAX!!!

Okay, I know Jax can be a lot to deal with but I am confident that you can do it. He probably softens up a little when he actually likes someone too, which may take awhile but he’ll slowly but surely grow into his infatuation with you. So I think you and Jax would be a good match!

As long as you can put up with his Jax-ness, he doesn’t mind how blunt or mean you are. Odds are, when he’s getting closer to you he even finds it charming. Everyone around the circus is too nice or goody for him, so you’re a nice break away from that. And he’s not afraid of talking either, so initiating conversations with you is easy-peasy for him!

Jax is not big on physical affection, so no worries about that. He’s likewise not great with expressing himself through words (his jerky persona makes it so he’d be too flustered to admit to being nice…) so the two of you are better with showing love through your actions! He’ll do the sweetest thing for you like save you an extra dessert but get all defensive if you try to ask him about it any further.

He acts like he doesn’t care about others but with you, he’s actually very interested in your thoughts and interests. Being into psychology/philosophy, you would talk to him while he listens, only interrupting with a witty remark every now and then. Maybe you could even teach him about why he’s like… that lol (imagine: the scene in Lilo and Stitch where she’s showing Stitch the chart with his “badness” levels).

I think Jax is easily flustered when he’s in love over the little things his partner does. With you, he loves hearing you speak Russian, it’s like his guilty pleasure. He’d definitely try and “trick” you into speaking Russian by initiating conversations in what little Russian he knows but he’s not sly. You indulge him anyway and he sits and listens, interjecting with what you’ve taught him so far, even if he doesn’t fully understand it.

[i-loathelucy]

more about “the doll”

ooc: hey!! there’s some more important info abt lucy that i wanted to share + some not as serious lucy fun facts. this is kind of lengthy so everything is under the cut 💜

personality / misc hcs

she hates that she has to be addressed by her callsign. she wasn’t called her actual name for years—she was only addressed as Subject Number 27 in the lab—she wants to be just lucy again.

lucy calls her brother “jem” a lot because when she was first learning to talk she had trouble saying “jeremy” so she said “jemmy” instead.

she and scout butt heads a lot because of how ideologically different they are, but they love each other dearly. they both are very protective over the other.

she shows her affection through acts of service. she’s very bad with her words.

lucy loves loves LOVES tea and sweet foods and drinks.

besides her work uniforms, she doesnt really have any clothes of her own. she has a couple of dresses (all gunne sax) gifted to her by spy for her 16th birthday.

the work/combat boots she wears are horrifically beat up. they’re worn out because they’re all she wears. she has another pair of shoes and mary-janes as part of her uniform, but these shoes in particular are cherished by her because they were the first piece of clothing she was given after being rescued from the lab.

because she didn’t grow up in boston for too long, lucy doesn’t really have a bostonian accent, but when she says certain words, it kind of slips out.

lucy has a slight gap in her front teeth. her teeth didn’t grow in properly. she was playing baseball with her brothers when she was four, and a stray pitch knocked one of her baby teeth out and the other lodged into her gums.

as part of her training for her “psychic abilities” she had to learn how to do multiple complex actions or tasks at once. this is the reason why she knows how to play multiple instruments (piano, fiddle, some woodwinds), why she’s very skilled in ballet, why she’s a skilled singer.

lucy was told that fighting is a lot like dancing. she really internalized it. she moves very gracefully and fluidly the field—however, normally she moves very stiff and awkwardly.

lucy was taught different languages in the lab as part of her “educational enrichment.” she’s best with french and struggles a little with german. she tries to teach herself russian (mainly for heavy)

lucy is mixed. in my hc, her ma is filipino.

she is not comfortable in her own body. she feels like she’s somewhere in between being a girl and being a boy but she doesn’t know how to express that properly.

lucy is ace.

lab related

lucy is incredibly pale due to being stuck in that dark lab for a decade. dark circles under her eyes are more visible because of this.

she has high pain tolerance due to training procedures in the lab. they needed to make sure she could still use her abilities even when her body was under high stress or running on incredibly low amounts of sleep or being dehydrated or dangerously hungry. many of her natural body “cues” are not normal. the mercs need to keep her in check because of this.

lucy has a really weird relationship with food because of the lab. even though she hated what they forced her to eat, those foods still bring her comfort.

she had to mature way too fast and way too soon. she felt she had to “kill” the child that she was in order to survive in the lab. but that child never truly “died” so lucy is in a really bad balance of being fiercely independent or concerningly codependent.

she has bad dreams nightly. her nightmares involve her being found by the AiHB and them killing or torturing the people she loves. or it’s her death in the lab. someone else being experimented on and she can only stand there and watch. her being unable to save someone because she can’t overpower their attacker. she would calm herself down by going to find scout or sniper or spy to make sure that they were there and safe and well.

lucy had to keep a journal in the lab. there were drawings and written entries in it. scout took the journal, then spy stole it from him and he keeps it with him after that. they both wanted insight on her mental state. scout never learns spy stole it from him—he just thought he lost it. lucy does not know that this happened.

lucy becomes very paranoid over her privacy. of people listening to her conversations in secret, hidden cameras.

she becomes especially sensitive to the mistreatment of animals.

she has oddly specific fears and all of these are because of the lab—she’s afraid of black vans, she’s afraid of dotted fabrics. the sound of EKG machines.

she was terrified of men in white coats, so she was terrified of medic. she wouldn’t talk to him, she couldn’t be in the same room as him. he mistook her genuine fear of him as her trying to intimidate him. after that, he actively makes sure to assure her he is nothing like the men in the lab.

addressing the RED and BLU lucy of it all

so when i was first making lucy’s character, i had the comics in mind more than i did the game. there are implications in the comics that are different from the games. the most important one to lucy is the whole “spy is a deadbeat” thing

because in the games its heavily implied (but. basically canon.) that the father of RED scout is BLU spy. the father of BLU scout is RED spy.

but in the comics, RED is kind of written as if they are the only team. making RED spy the father of RED scout.

so for me i have been treating comics lore lucy differently than game lore lucy. she has the same story no matter what—she will always be scout’s little sister and second child of the spy, but the exact semantics of her differs.

because i realized kind of quickly that both a RED and BLU existing in the same space at the same time would be a little problematic logistically. because both lucys work as assistants to the administrator who is authorized to go down to the respective RED/BLU base that her brother works for. but i feel like both teams would definitely realize “wait, if she works for the administrator…then she…”

so there IS. a RED and BLU lucy, however they do not/cannot in the same timeline. they’re in parallel timelines to each other.

because this is something that is interesting to me, both lucys have knowledge of the other but they don’t realize that.

they both think that the blips they see or things they hear are not related to an “alternate timeline.” they both simply think that they’re experiencing side effects from their meds or their psychic abilities.

how did this happen? a procedure performed in the lab went horrifically wrong. lucy’s abilities at this point are wildly out of control. she unintentionally caused a power surge and lucy almost died due to the machines she was hooked up to.

this event happened at the same time across the main RED lucy and BLU lucy timelines. there’s more about this but it gets kind of even more confusing but. anyways does this at all make logical sense? probably not! is this at all necessary? absolutely not but im keeping it in bc i think its cool lol

RED lucy and BLU lucy

RED lucy prefers to act as support, usually acting as the team’s second sniper or giving medical aid to anyone she sees in base. RED lucy is a lot more defensive than offensive. she uses her abilities more for self-defense or disorienting the enemy to allow someone to get out of a dangerous situation. she avoids the frontlines she’s more afraid of getting killed on the field or getting captured because she knows she’s easy pickings to the other team.

BLU lucy would be found on the frontlines near her brother. she feels much “safer” there, because she thinks it would be easier to kill or capture her if she’s alone. she uses her abilities to cause major distractions to lead the enemy into surprise attacks.

RED and BLU lucy both consider sniper to be one of their closest friends. they both consider pauling to be a sister figure.

i really like how a lot of people portray BLU as being more serious than RED. so that means BLU lucy is a much sunnier person. she processes her trauma in the lab differently—she cracks more jokes and laughs more easily about it. her viewing it as a fucked up joke is how she ignores/suppresses her trauma.

they both are left handed.

okay this was a fucking lot lmao if you have any questions i will gladly answer them. thank you for reading or getting this far 💜

[ria-writes-stories]

Loving danger

Ship: Dizzy Genre: Romance, Cotton, Angst Description: 'Meteor Shower, quick take cover' For @exotic-dinostuff TW: If you know meteor shower, you know why there is a TW but once again if u watched MD u should be- well- you know mentally prepared for this type of writing cuz you saw it visually more than once. Implied death Side note: why did Doll suddenly go from direct english to translated one aka russian and then (translation) text? Cuz there was a slight of a pov change, like the pov focused somewhat on Doll and then it switched to Lizzy, so it would make sense that Doll understands what she hears directly while others hear her speak Russian and then through the filter of their own mind then translate and understand her words -------------------------------

(No one's pov)

Doll and Lizzy found each other, once upon a time, it's unclear who first spotted the other, unclear when it happened, who took the first step, or if it was all arranged, but the two stuck together tighter than any other friendship or relationship around them. An unbreakable bond, but what made them as such…?

"Isn't fire so beautiful?" Lizzy said with a wide smile on her face, swinging her feet on the edge of the jumping goat in the gym. It was way past hours, and sometimes these two would stay late to exercise their moves for the next day, in truth it was an excuse to be with each other alone.

"What?" Doll asked confused as she looked at Lizzy baffled by her comment. "The fire. It's beautiful. It's in a constant movement of dancing and sparkling even when it's close to dying off. I wish my head could catch on fire like Braiden's." "?! Lizzy don't say that!" The way Lizzy spoke her words so casual, it scared Doll, terrified her to the grave. "Why?! It's not like I would melt! We live in an atomic-cold world! Plus, our materials are resistant enough to endure fire! Isn't it such a cool thing that the fire somehow maintains itself despite the temperature and lack of fuel? It's so pretty!" Doll looked at Lizzy more concerned than ever before. It wasn't unusual for Lizzy to sometimes say something out of the ordinary like that, but this statement, out of the blue, scared Doll more than anything else that Lizzy could ever speak.

As time passed, Doll's concern only grew further more, as Lizzy began to form a passion for meteors and asteroids, naming them as 'spectacular crackling space fires'. Doll couldn't help but ponder weather there was a deeper meaning behind this. Lizzy was a very stylish and fashionable girl, of course anything she found as aesthetic she devoted her time to it. Doll made all sorts of scenarios in her mind, nightmares and awful things was the result of it. Why was she tormenting herself like this? Lizzy was fine! She just…liked something a lot, even if Doll didn't understand it, that didn't mean that something was terribly wrong with Lizzy. Doll's main concern was that someone would find out and call Lizzy defect, which would be beyond soul crushing for the red eyed Russian drone, because she could be thrown to the mechanic, or become an outcast like Uzi. She didn't want that, she dread that, she couldn't help but tense up each time Lizzy brought up the subject, or anything close to it, like the sky and the stars. She would watch Lizzy talk, praying to all that she has dear that the girl won't slip her strange passion for fire and meteors.

It took a long time for Doll to get over it. She would ask herself why she panicked in the first place once all of her fears were gone. Perhaps that is what happens when you love someone so much. Maybe you start thinking silly things because you care about them so much, and these funny little thoughts made you care for that person even more, wanting to keep them as close as possible to ensure their safety and well being, and praying, begging on your knees, to this world, that you will be enough for them to live a long happy life, or at least your idea of what that is. She hoped and pray that her ideal life was the same as Lizzy's, so that when she wants the best for her, she can be ensured that indeed it is what Lizzy would also wants.

"If I am ever to die or become so old and shriveled with wrinkles that my system shuts down, I hope I'll get to see a meteor shower before it all!" "Lizzy, don't say such a thing." Doll scolded her with a concerned look on her face. The two were laying on Lizzy's bed, late at night with the lights closed, staring at the ceiling filled with glowing stickers. "Oh come on! It's possible! You saw Uzi's dad, that man has wrinkles! Like wow- and you know what? I think it would be really beautiful." "To be a wrinkled old lady?" Doll teased as Lizzy smiled and nudged her playfully. "Hardy har har!"

'If I am ever to be pass on from another reason other than my system wearing down, I want it to be a meteor shower'

These haunting words rang in Doll's ears as she watched the sight in horror. The sky was falling. The shiny stars were falling upon the earth, and they showed no sign of stopping. "Lizzy we have to go." Doll said panicked as she got up immediately, grabbing the girls hand and dragging her off, but the girl wasn't moving.

Her neon pink widened in excitement as she looked at the sky with a wide smile on her face, the same look she had at times when she'd watch Braiden's head catch fire.

"Lizzy! Come on!" Something was wrong. Doll could feel it in her core. She was slow, sloppy, as if her system was partially frozen. It made no sense. Was this fear? Was this what was happening? She didn't have time for such none sense! They had to get to safety! She had to protect Lizzy.

"Lizzy we have to get to safety!" Doll repeated as she began to drag the girl, forcing her to move, but her eyes stayed fixated on the sky, looking at it in an awe from this majestic sight. It is not always that you get to witness such a thing.

The sky was a beautiful bitter dark, enlightened by the many purely white orbs of light falling left and right like snow flakes in a storm, like rain drops in a rainy day, but there were a few, more special than the others, because they had a blue flame, and it was beyond hypnotic. It was an intoxicating sight, a sight that made Lizzy unaware of her own actions, filling her to the brim of her core, making her act outside of her survival instincts.

Doll was running. Running like never before in her life. Not for herself, not for her sake, but for the life of the last person on this cursed planet that she had left. For the last person that she loved beyond her grave and death. The last person she would give it all up for, if it meant that nothing in this world will ever draw out tears from her eyes.

Somewhere in the forest, they got lost… Doll's mind became numbed by terror, and Lizzy was stuck mesmerized by the sight before her. And somewhere in the forest Doll realized that Lizzy's grasp was no longer in hers. How did this happen? Doll stopped at once, looking at her hand, she just felt Lizzy let go, so she expected the girl to be at best just a few feet behind her, but she was so much further away, barely visible from Doll's vision. How could this be? How was this possible? She was holding her, just a few moments ago.

"LIZZY! TAKE COVER!" Doll screamed desperately as she began to run back, as she looked between Lizzy and the sky terrified. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, this couldn't be real, it couldn't, this had to be a bad joke, a prank, something, anything!

"LIZZY!" Doll shouted, but for nothing. A bright light and a loud noise, Doll leaped forward, she was so close to her, so very close and yet…

"Lizzy?! Liz-" Doll was on the cold frozen ground, as her head rose she saw a small pitch black rock with some melted snow around it, just a few inches away which made her cut herself off. She turned around to see where Lizzy was but her heart dropped in an instance, going awfully silent as the sight before her made petrified her, before she quickly rushed to her feet, forcing herself to snap out of this state as she brought the girl in her grasp, holding her on her lap and closely to herself with her arms. Her visor was blank, a huge hollow gap and a crack in it.

Doll gasped quietly, as she felt a dagger stab her in the throat, preventing her from speaking, as the pain grew more as tears sprouted within her eyes, she didn't notice the blind spot from her own vision, and as she looked closer to the girl she loved, she saw her reflection. She…was hit too, but then, how, how was she alive but… how was this possible? This made no sense- She'll fix it. She'll patch her up and she'll use the very string of her own soul if she needs to. There was no FATAL ERROR, there was nothing there- there was nothing, just like her parents, just like her at the prom when-

Doll gasped for air loudly as she bolted awake, jumping on her feet, and rushing to a mirror, she had an eye patch. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Lizzy. Where is Lizzy, where-

Doll's body began to tremble as her vision got foggy and everything blurred out, as she tried to breath. This wasn't real. But it was, she could feel that patch on her eye, so then what happened? Why did she have one, where was Lizzy. Think, think, think… The AS… yes, that's why she had an eye patch… but then, where was- right… Doll left the colony long ago…but what if it wasn't a dream? What if…

Within the blink of an eye Doll was in Lizzy's bedroom. She was right there. Safe and sound asleep, or at least she used to be.

Lizzy got startled awake as she felt a sudden shift in her body, which wasn't caused by her… She woke up in the pitch black darkness of the night, being held tightly, almost painfully, by a face she didn't she'd ever see again. "Doll-?!" Lizzy asked baffled. Last time they saw each other Doll threw her off like a piece of worn cloth, so then why was she here? Was she here for revenge? Her sides hurt… but no. The girl was crying bitter tears, her breath shaky, trembling all the while she held Lizzy to herself as if she's just got her back after a terrible event. "Моя любовь. Моя любовь. Моя любовь." (My love. My love. My love)Doll mumbled over and over again endlessly. Usually Lizzy could understand her, but now Doll was talking too fast for her to understand.

All the fear that Lizzy felt was gone in the blink of an eye as she saw the dearest person from her life break like this. It was painful to loose Doll the first time around, when her mind became wicked and poisoned from the grief of loosing her parents, but she never thought she'd get her soul torn to shreds like that by the same girl twice.

"Doll. Doll calm down. Talk to me. Doll." Lizzy's attempts to calm her down were in vain. Doll didn't stop for a moment. Lizzy tried to clean her tears, but she couldn't. Because Doll held her closer, pressing their bodies against each other, whispering the same thing softly over and over, hiding her face in her neck as the same painful dagger stuck in her throat, trying to prevent her from speaking, but she didn't care, she couldn't care, it was the least of her worries now. She had to feel her. She had to know she was alive. She had to know she was well. She had to know she was there. She was so foolish to throw her off like that. Did she even thing of what could have happened? She didn't, but she should have. She had to make sure she-

Her trail of thoughts were cut off as a soft whisper shushed her gently, as a familiar touch caressed her face, as soft loving hands twirled their fingers in her hair, running through it, affectionately bringing her back to the real world, where they were both in each other's grasp, both conscious and breathing, both functioning and unharmed. "Shhhh, it's alright, it's alright." Lizzy whispered.

Once silence washed over, a voice spoke. "Do you want to go outside?" Once the murder drones were defeated, their favorite activity became star gazing since they were no longer in the threat of being hunted down. "Нет, снаружи опасно." (No, it's dangerous outside) Lizzy didn't know what Doll has witnessed or saw out there, it's been so long since they've been next to each other… "Alright…we'll stay here…we'll stay here." Lizzy said quietly as she kissed Doll's forehead softly as the other girl's grip stayed just as tight. They slowly began to drift to sleep within each other's comforting grasp, as the tears dried up and soft loving kisses were shared, with Lizzy kissing her cheeks and Doll kissing her shoulder softly. No matter what will happen in this life or another, they will forever be part of each other's soul.

The end

[winter-tospring]

for @dustlines .

Will the sun eat us up

If we're just a flicker in the dark,

In our sky, our stars, our constellations we named after our own stories

Might have memories of their own

A whole species born and gone

The sky as a cemetery, not like heaven,

Though if you think of it as a pretty thing,

A heaven it could be, to rest there forever glimmering for others to yearn towards

But then aren't we that too

To someone out there, right now, or later, one day, a fuel for their dreams,

A sign

If the light takes years to reach us

Are we talking to each other now?

Are we speaking, will we get to touch fingertips before our times catch up to the middle, where we can never be,

Both, at once?

A bug's life seems so short, we could cry about it

Would the sun laugh, or cry, for us?

If it could see us, if it could hear, and if we could know

Would we make it our god?

What's beyond?

Russian dolls of life crying for each one inside

Do I need a magnifying glass or a telescope?

Will you write for me, before our words fall back into our bones, to dust, to sun, to space, to substance that hasn't made you yet, hasn't made you.

All this means something just because it can.

If it breathes life, or holds your hand,

If you know me, really, and still want me here,

You're sleeping and the earth almost quakes with the thunder, and I'm thinking about our planet in the nameless dark,

how things ended fast, for the dinosaurs,

how the sound outside, that's what the end is made of

But I'm okay,

I'm next to you,

And so it's safe, and time is long-

It's all been right, since we get to be in love.

[shipcestuous]

If someone has watched "Married... with children", I would like to know more about Bud and Kelly. I only watched the Russian remake of the series, and that is one of my favorite incest pairings ever, so I would want to know more about the original. Incest Subtext TV Tropes page describes them as this: "Married... with Children has Bud and Kelly. Bud always rags on her skankiness, Kelly has many comments about his sex life (she seems to be jealous of his blow-up doll). She enjoys when he acknowledges her hotness or achievements. "If you weren't my brother..." Kelly comments after Bud does something really nice. In one episode, she seductively leaves lipstick marked kisses on him. Together they create the Bundy Bounce and she has him drooling. A date (Corey Feldman) disses Kelly cause she won't put out, so Bud purposely gives him the measles. Kelly cruelly gets revenge for Bud on a girl who humiliated him. When Bud discovered Kelly's knack for counting cards while in a Vegas casino, he got down on one knee right there and shouted, "Marry me! Damn the law!""

In both the remake and the original series siblings also don't end up with any of their love interests, which I loved.

(in addition to previous ask) If someone knows Russian, then I totally reccommend the remake, its name is "Cчастливы вместе". Last seasons of this show were unique content (not an adaptation of the American version), and we got shipcest moments, such as: siblings playing husband and wife, body switch and - unbelievable - the AU episode where they're not brother and sister and they get engaged!

Wow! Russian remake for the win.

I've seen some episodes of Married With Children but not enough to really talk about Bud and Kelly's dynamic. However that is quite a list from TV Tropes. I've always wondered about watching that show for them but I haven't gotten there yet.

I didn't know that the siblings end the show single. That is a HUGE plus for me.

"Marry me! Damn the law!" - I need a reaction gif of this for the reactions page.

[that-is-who-you-are]

Why do I, like many other Ukrainians, don't like the Czech band "Vesna" and their song "My sister's crown".

I write this purely for informative purposes, because I see how much people like their song and many Ukrainians do not even see the problem and thanking them for their support of Ukraine.

I wouldn't have a problem with this song if it was purely about feminism and women supporting each other. But not when they brought Ukraine here, "supporting" it with a verse in Ukrainian, seriously, is that enough?Because they also sing in the Bulgarian and English language. Why don't we consider this as support for these countries?

Because apart from that, all I see in the clip are some matryoshka dolls, one of which is being fed propaganda,by some bad man/shadow ,the other two are zombified by the TV .I don't know how it is for someone, but it all reminds me of the justification of the russians, who are not guilty of anything, it's all the fault of some evil people from above.

And the biggest problem of course,I have with fucking russian woman (Olesya Ochepovská)in the group,that sings to me about sisterhood between Slavic countries :

«Once upon a time in a Slavic Kingdom. There was love and sisterhood. Until one day,shadows crept in ,and everything was forgotten.»

Hmm,what an interesting message, where else have I heard that? What do they mean by these "shadows", maybe NATO or evil Americans,that destroyed this beautiful Slavic paradise? Surely not one of the sisters attacking another)

Or was I supposed to catch some other thoughts when what I was trying to understand these images in the clip?

I heard that one of the girls justified herself in some interview and said that they did not mean anything bad by this "Slavic sisterhood", because for them this word does not have a negative meaning, but then I have a question for the Ukrainian woman in this group, and if you go all the way ,to this "good russian ", they have never heard of this problem either?Seriously?

And he main appeal of the song “choose love over power” ,in theory, there is nothing wrong with it, but if they appealed to russians, well,it doesn't work, but against the background of the critically needed arms supply to Ukraine it can be very harmful if it gets into the heads of Europeans. So thanks for nothing.

One of the final thoughts about this, I saw it from another blogger, but I don't remember where, but she asked an interesting question about which "sister's crown" we are talking about, because Ukraine does not have any crowns on its coat of arms, unlike Poland, the Czech Republic/Czechia, and russia .Or is this part was just about feminism? Because then they took too much on and combined two topics very poorly.

In summary, I would still have a problem with this band, because there is a russian woman there. But if they did not brougt in support for Ukraine and the sisterhood of the Slavs, then it would be a normal song about feminism. And it is clear that I will not convince anyone to dislike this song/band, but the problem exists for me, as well as in the obvious completely inappropriate theme of the song from Switzerland.

I think Ukraine will give the Czech Republic some points, as well as to Nepo baby from Poland, because Eurovision is still about politics, no matter what some people say, and I will be disappointed by this, but what can you do.

[lilywily143]

Never thought I would try this but.

Live blog of new episode!!

Last few seconds!!

Pretty Intro of course

Prom in 3071!? Long time into future

Hologram things it seems are around

Glasses girl seems to be chased by it, no wait it's Doll hurting robo's now!! I knew she could've been a murder drone with that program revealed last episode but sheesh.

Also reflection of victim in the clevor knife thrown was awesome

bugs stomped

crossing out names with prom as the title

ooof her parents are surrounded in bugs.... I think..

oh no Uzi! Guilt: Active... What a setting

"Thank you for being my friend" drawing from the drone friend she just hurt last episode. my heart

hah!! Her non stop groan all day even to a ball in the face, but is out of it went knocked by a brat.

also, that guy she took the consicnese over still has a fire head went she burnt it last flashback.

normal school for Uzi again it seems but all that program tech makes her go for it again. Oh her dad took her evidence stuff

She mad about it.

Agrument...

Nonono don't stop her from seeing N!!

Oh this is great...Dad is a chaparaone.. Popular girls shall force her to be popular .. Which includes Doll. sooo not great

so many dead human bodies..

Oh N is sad. V don't do this.

in a fancy dress Prom murder TM. Of course

holo spooky snake crab J??? Oh N

How is V sounding nicer now after the murder talk?? Oh she has to know her origins but not N

back to girls

I love Doll's voice. Didn't get that last episodes

Uzi notice wierd amount of bugs

How is Lizzy being kinda nice yet bratty??

Oh ho Doll is creepy

N is so nice

Oh V really got his head gone like the piolt and like how Uzi done that

"What's best for you even if you hate me for it." V. WHat Do YoU KnoW and how Are hYOu being DecNst?? JNfljewflakn

Prom dress Uzi!! And her weird program thing refered to by her as robo Satan !!

oh no. oil or actual blood?? So red

Oh back to repaired N. Get the suit!! "No time!" oh come on.. "Dapper in" !!yes!! fancy N shall come

bathtub of blood I think with robo parts

ooo Uzi found a vent!

"As they say in Russian. whoops I should've predicted that someone could escape out of a vent shaft using discarded mirrors as stairs." Really Doll? shes great

Go uzi go Uzi!! Oh N again!! They found each other!!

reconnect plz

Yes!! "Dapper Buddies" yes N. And Uzi Blush at her inviting N

ooo dance finally. Also, a student did a classic robot dance before a girl gave a smack to his head

"PUNCH BOWL decoraction only. You will super die." Ooo like the piolt's "dont wash your hands. Your a robot dummy"

THAD!!! BEST MOVES!! And did he wink at some boy robot? I can't tell

Oh no dad can't find Uzi at prom

"entire prom court MISTERIOSLY disappeared-" Nice Liz. Love the pink she has thou

and crap there's V. She stellar

oh no did V really somehow speand time with Liz long enough to convince her that she didn't wanna murder off screan? That's kinda sad for Liz..

oh she stopped her near attack becuase she was appinted queen of prom.

Doll. Why do you have a evil laugh?

"I'll get my dad to DOCK UR FRICKED GRAADES!!" So Liz is a teacher daughter

it is nice the audience is giving V compliments. SHe might not be used to that.

"Clap harder losers!!"

oh dad tried to leave but Doll powers..

"Not the doors..." Of course he'd say that. Mr. Cahl Doors

"I can kill everyone after??" aww V

Oh there is a fucking red x where V is, Doll seems to have it set up, and Liz is having second thoughts about the plan even with her knowing grin to Doll a bit ago. JHAFSkldbklf

Liz do something...

YES UZI AND N

"Well I'm confused" I don't blame ya Uzi

"Run, you idiot" Well at least Liz tried

Everyone is getting crushed!!

OhhhhhhHHHHHH V killed Doll's paraents!!! ok that makes sence. she was extra nuts.

Doll is taking bullets!! wait they are getting deflected

You adorable N and Uz, save the murder drone!!

Go ninja star kicks!!

door unlocked but dad is staying behind in room!!

Aww go Uzi defending her two murder buddies ^-^

but man both N AND V look shocked that Uzi lost family to their doings. Was it J and they weren't aware?

"I'm done dealing with everything alone." Happy look to N. "We move forward together or not at all!" Happy look to V. Both murderer look so happy. Go Uzi!!

AHHHHH N NOT THAT!! DON"T PUSH HER OUT OF THE WAY OF DANGER!! YOULL GET UNDER THE PROGRAM WITH THAT DAMAGE!!

AHH DAD TRIED TO RUN BACK IN BUT 180 DEGREE HEADTURNEDING DOLL STTOPED HIM NOO

Uzi still got hurt from it, and she JUST TOOK A KINFE THROUGH THE PALM!!So that's what that season 1 trailer thing was refering too

Slow walk to Doll

Aww the two drone arent under the program!

"Thank you, Lizzy!" Both of them -> "Shut up, loser" hhh so mean to N. He was just happy she had his arm..

Oooo the music & lights got epic with a stab to the dj controls

Pretty fight in prom dresses!!

N is Back to fight and of course "QUIT SAVING ME!!"

They are dance fighting, did the same missle shot twirl last episode, and grazed Doll's hair with a knife!! AHHH

explosin

Suh a short sweet moment before, "OKAY YOUR TURN"

N GOT BODY SLAMMED WITH A DECORATED TABLE!!

everything flying cus Doll

ooo she lost a bracelet with a similar look to N's poilt medalian, kick to the face, and a stab in the back of the head from V near the end! Go team!

wait the brackelt had a key thing

ah they found the room with the bugs over bodies and V said 'heh heh, nice'

so many bugs still

V is fucking eating a arm from the scene the three of them discovered!!! Oh she's so hilarious and wonderful!

"what was the point of a worker drone killing over worker droens" hmmm I don't know yet

something under a blanket!

wait the actual trailer scene where Uzi stares at oil then we focus on her mouth like she wanna lick it like a murder drone! but then blanket is off! two bodies of family

"V, u kinda suck." Go N

YEVA was the mom and fuck Doll is back and the screen went dark but yes Uzi finally used he own weird powers like Doll's for herself!! Is purple instead of Doll's red

"i'm sorry for you" wait, are the powers a curse for Doll?

Uzi's chocker? Why'd we focus on that?

Now Doll is making a helping offer??

Why is Doll looking like a hologram in red instead of J's blue ones?

SHe exploded???

"UGH I HATE IT HERE" I don't blame you Uzi

okay we are outside and we are with, I think a rando.

"Ah. That's where i left my excuse to be out here" his own glasses... goofy

WE GOT ANOTHER LANDING POD FROM EARTH I THINK!! MORE MURDER DRONES ARE HERE I THINK!!

A teddy bear flew across the screen... why

Woah rando killed by a REALLY human looking thing and their sword. It might actually be a human in a suit..

TESSA CERTIFIED TECHNICIAN is her nametag

cool swordOH J IS BACK IN FULL HEALTH

from J tossed to human thing, Keys with a moon keychain decoration

and the credits....

[time-is-restored]

WIP GAME

(aka my wips are eating me out of house and home for the love of god someone Help Me-)

tagged by @/trentcrimminallybeautiful! if ur seeing this and you'd like to join in, then consider this me tagging you, too!

Rules: in a new post w/ rules attached, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIP’s; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write three sentences in that file. If the file name is one you can’t share (for example, an event fic), write three sentences on it anyway, and then write three more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join, or just post.

so, five most recent file names:

TRENT: KILL (Ted Lasso)

BEARD AND [redacted] GET RUSSIAN DOLL-ED (Ted Lasso)

Trent Crimm Analysis Shit (Ted Lasso)

Stage play Dream Sacrifice (Ted Lasso)

fucked up and evil persona bad end (Persona 5 Royal)

would love to say this is the totality of my TL wips but actually the fourth file has like. a good ten or so snippets from other concepts + scenes also floating around in there so unfortunately i just Live Like This. trent crimm becoming a regular did something irreversible to my brain </3

and here's the snippet, from the second WIP!

Ted gasps again. Beard ignores him. So, apparently, does Roy. “Alright. What the fuck’s code blue, then? ‘S’at for Man City or something?”

Several undignified seconds pass where Beard cannot fathom why Roy would possibly think he was talking to him about football. 

“...What? No. Code Blue- Coach,” he looks behind him, throws some appropriately befuddled eyebrow movements in his direction, “how does he not know about Code Blue?” 

Ted tilts his head to the side. He’s smiling, and doesn’t look the least bit thrown. Fucking improv practice. “Probably because it’s a code you and I came up with on our lonesomes, and we’ve yet to pen any manifestos espousing its utility to the masses?” 

Beard takes a moment to process that. “Yeah, okay.” Swings back round to Roy. Lowers his hand, which is still tired from the rowing, and folds his arms across his chest. “Code Blue’s our ‘no questions asked’ code.” 

“For when you’ve just witnessed the start of a zombie apocalypse, or an alien invasion- anything that’d have your buddy looking for hidden cameras, otherwise.” Ted chimes in, diligently steering Roy’s attention back to him. Beard passingly wonders what his plans are for unscrewing Beard’s professional reputation. Knowing him, it almost certainly involves too much whisking. Fucking Lasso. “Cuts out any time wasted with the whole ‘aw, honey, I’m sure it was just a trick of the light’ routine - which is patronising as all get out as far as counter-arguments go, so I’d like to think our attempts at debunks would be little more nuanced either way- but that’s besides the point.”

“There’s a point?” Roy says, eyebrows creeping even higher. 

“Sure!” Ted says, cheerily. “The point in question: if someone calls Code Blue, you don’t argue. It’s sacred.” There’s a pause. “Hey, wait a minute, that first bit rhymed!” 

“No questions asked,” Beard cuts in before Ted can start work-shopping a couplet, nodding once, firmly.

“No! Questions! Asked!” Ted echoes, punctuating each word with an enthusiastic rap on his desk. 

[desperatepleasures]

3 right back atcha aaaaand 19

gonna answer out of order bc of reasons :3

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

ahhh well i had my first fic idea around the time i joined the kkm discord! the timing worked well bc i suddenly had a community of pple to talk my ideas through with and getting personal feedback has been really helpful!! it's a lot more intimate than just waiting to see if someone comments on ao3, and it's helped encourage me to write stuff that'll be less popular, bc i know no matter what at least one person (*cough*larka*cough) will read & react to it no matter what. hence me out here writing ships with zero ao3 representations exploring kinks that had not previously been written about in this fandom!

but in any case, my first fic was a time loop story, bc i love time loops!! they are a great Device for getting a character un-stuck from a stagnant emotional place, and the relevant ship (yuuram) is (at least in some versions of canon), in a very Stuck will-they-or-won't-they place. it's a popular ship so it got a lot of good and helpful feedback, so i treasure that fic to this day even if it was, ya know, very much Baby's First Fic. :')

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

WELL SO when i wrote that time loop fic, i would put Russian Doll on in the background which is one of my fave time loop stories! (also the time loop episode of legends of tomorrow, but a whole season of a show is easier background material than just one episode). because of that i developed a pavlovian response where if i get stuck, putting on season 1 of russian doll gets me unstuck. XD

outside of that, my usual routine is:

furiously write notes in my private discord server until that method becomes too unwieldy

transfer that to a bulleted list in gdocs and expand upon it

turn the bullet points into sentences somehow (unclear how this happens. witchcraft?)

when done, put the whole thing in comic sans and rewrite it start to finish in a different font (usually cambria)

check for typos

post it!!!