#MESSY RANT NOBODY WANTED SORRY-

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

how does anyone say this guy isn't gay look at that FACE

I KNOW YOU sent this as a joke but HONESTLY some of the DEEP DENIAL I have seen in *coughing* some communities regarding him and the other characters is TRULY astonishing. It ends up being so pathetic and rooted so deep in homophobia, biphobia etc that it just cycles back to being pathetic and kinda sad.

I'm not intending to turn this into a rant, but to me-and to pretty much any queer MGS fan (or LGBTQAI if you dislike queer) it's....obvious. He doesn't fool (us) for a hot second. It's not even a debate. Yet to deeply toxic dudebro *and other toxic het communities, or just the same 'uber masculine' gaming communities that haven't left the mindset of the 90's yet that used to print naked women in magazines just to appeal to them (Link to a video from Caddicarus here that goes pretty good into how atrocious some of this shit got in regards to magazines) he's gotta be ANYTHING but gay.

I genuinely didn't think it was still going to be an issue-but I have seen it still up for debate as early as 2022 and people so desperate they will argue against Vamp being bi even tho Snake LITERALLY SAYS SO in the text. But Snake could've just 'been joking with Raiden'.

We've all seen the posts, we've all seen the stuff, and while it's largely so pathetic it's not worth dwelling over except for amusement-it's kinda sad too.

NO, we never just plain old get "Ocelot is gay" In text but I wanna explain something else too.

I'm *for tumblr anyway* an old man. I'll be 32 years old at my birthday this year. When I was in HS, meterosexual was still a thing. "Gay" was the biggest insult you could be called. A friend had to TELL ME I was bi because I HAD NEVER heard the term.

Gay marriage was legalized in Canada when I was 14-the same year Brokeback Mountain came out. I remember watching the first legally married gay couple on tv and my uncle gagging. When I was much younger, and a teenager, the 'gay character' wasn't called 'gay'.

Instead, they didn't like the opposite sex. Instead, random jokes were made about them being 'abnormal' or 'eternally single'. Instead, incredibly subtle nods were put in to make references to things you would generally only understand as 'this character is gay' if you were an adult with at least SOME exposure to it.

Ocelot, is *in my opinion* absolutely written that way. If you go through the series, there are as many 'hints' and 'nods' and little references that all point in that direction. Is it a cop out? Depends on how you look at it (keep in mind gay marriage still isn't legalized in Japan) I'm not here to discuss another culture though that I'm not a part of-I'm a white Canadian man; I have no say on what is or isn't appropriate for Japan. But I DO remember how homophobic the world used to be-and at times can still be.

The dude bro's making arguments against Ocelot being gay-denying it so hard they turn blue, are usually guys my age or older. I am NOT excusing them-we've got the internet now, 'gay' stopped being an insult a decade ago, it's time to grow up. But I do know how gay characters were written at the time-Ocelot's a perfect example.

Sure, Vamp is stated to be bisexual in 2001. THAT WAS NOT THE NORM AT ALL. And Volgin being Raikov's lover was made obvious in those textual clues-but still only ever stated outright in the original MGS4 Encyclopedia.

I wish these dudes would open their minds a bit (I'm also generalizing a bit, it's not just men in denial). But at the end of the day, it will never not be interesting to me how obvious Ocelot is to us, but not to them.

(THIS GOT OUTTA HAND SORRY-)

[whateverloomis]

I freaking deleted the ask accidentally but luckily had taken a screenshot of it 😩🥲

Anywho, Stu is a little freak, we all know this 🙈😈 I hope I delivered anon 🫡

Warnings: Spit kink (it could be gross for some,) rough sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, mention of Billy wanting to fxck with reader (I'm sorry, I'm a slut for Billy, I have to include him somehow 💀,) slight degradation, oral (reader receiving,) cum eating. Revised June'24

Reader: AFAB, no pronouns used.

Masterlist <33

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"Fuck, I couldn't wait any longer." Stu whispered...

He hadn’t seen you that day until after the curfew was announced. It was when he walked in the video store that he did. Stu started talking to Randy, who ranted about his stupid theories related to the ghostface killings, but Stu got distracted the second you walked in. He followed you with his eyes as you were approaching the horror section, and he was sure Billy was going to approach you the minute the boy saw you, but he wasn’t going to allow it. He had been wanting to fuck you good since the last time you were at his house, which hadn't been that long ago. Five days, to be exact.

Before his best friend had the chance to talk to you, (and most likely use his charm to try to get his way with you, again,) Stu hugged you from behind and bit your neck lightly; “Hey babe, missed ya.” he said, loud enough for you to hear.

"What d'you want?" You asked teasingly, knowing damn well he wasn't being casual.

"Mm I just miss you baby... And I wanna show you how much I do." He said and walked you towards the "employees only" door which led to the back of the store. A small warehouse filled with a bunch of movies to restock.

It wasn't the first time you guys had snuck back there to fuck. Nobody walked in there until closing time, so it was perfect for a quickie.

Stu didn't waste time and picked you up over his shoulder, sitting you on a table. All the movie boxes that were placed neatly on the surface fell as he pulled you towards him by your waist and kissed you roughly. It was messy. Your tongues slid against each other and you bit his lower lip occasionally, making him growl and dig his finger nails on the flesh of your thighs.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He whispered and ground his crotch between your legs, his hard cock grazing against your center roughly, eliciting pleasure with every hump.

Stu licked your neck and bit the flesh just enough to send little bolts of pleasure and tingles all over your body.

He didn't waste time and pulled your pants down roughly. Sucking his fingers and covering them with saliva, the boy slid his hand between your legs and rubbed your clit in circular motion. He felt the little patch of hair on your mound and chuckled. He loved it when you didn't shave, it drove him crazy.

At the realization he moved between your legs and buried his face on your cunt, licking and sucking your clit with his expert tongue. He moaned against you, savoring every inch of your pussy. "You taste so fucking good," Stu said and moved his hand between your legs, inserting two fingers in your needy hole.

His mouth and fingers fucking you created obscene sounds that echoed around the room. You were so soaked that the squelch was louder than usual. Combined with the licking and sucking, it sounded like a wild animal was eating you whole.

Stu sucked on your thighs occasionally, leaving little bruises on your skin. The slight pain felt delicious as he finger fucked you like there was no tomorrow.

"Fuck, yes, mm I'm close..." You whimpered pathetically and Stu chuckled at how needy you were for him.

At your admission, he disconnected from your center and pulled a string of saliva with his lips. Stu collected the fluid on his fingers and spread it over your pussy, using it as extra lubricant.

He hovered over you again and spread your legs, pulling his cock out of his pants quickly and rubbing the tip up and down your pussy, spreading your juices and coating his length. Stu spit on his hand and pumped his cock a few times to get his length as wet as possible before pushing every inch inside you, sliding all the way in. You swore you felt him hit the end of your pussy hole and he wasn't even all the way in.

"Fuck... You feel so fucking good around my cock," Stu said before pounding into you. Both of you breathed heavily and moaned as quietly as you could.

You pulled his hair and held on to his shoulders, leaving scratch marks on his soft skin. Stu growled at the feeling and attacked your neck with kisses and little bites. He sucked on the flesh just like he did on your thighs and left little bruises that ran down your collar bone.

He grabbed your tits, waist, thighs... Anywhere he could get his hands on.

"Mm fuck, I'm gonna fill you up good." He said and every word drove you closer to your release.

You snaked your hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit while Stu furiously fucked you. You squeezed his length deliciously and he grew impossibly hard inside you.

Not long after you came around his length, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from practically screaming. A few seconds after, Stu filled you up with his seed, but he wasn't done yet. The boy made sure to clean his mess up with his mouth, lapping at your hole to collect both of your fluids until you were clean.

"We're so hot," he said and you let out a breathy laugh, "Yes we are."

[melrodrigo]

favorite - t.c.

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a day of feeling useless, Tara’s the only one who can make you feel better.

Pairings: Slight Amber Freeman x Reader in the beginning, Tara Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: Am I projecting? Maybe. Tara’s my bbg 🫶🏻

Amber

YN - Why do you only want me when you have nothing else to do?

You bite your lip as you hit send, swiping out the app as fast as you can to try and quell the feeling of regret you know is coming.

Your lover of sorts, Amber Freeman, had been acting weird lately.

You’re not sure what to call the two of you, best friends that kiss each other? friends with benefits? two buddies in a situationship?

All very accurate descriptions, you think as you laugh bitterly.

It had been weeks of bliss at first, with flirty comments, secret kisses, and love notes stashed in your locker.

But for the past few days, she’s been awful. Gone are the nights spent giggling together on your couch while you watch a movie, gone are the butterflies whenever you see her name pop up on your screen.

She’s quiet. It makes you uneasy.

At first, you tried to ignore it, think to yourself she must be busy.

She loves me, she’ll answer, you reason.

Nothing hurts more than being proven wrong.

A - I think we should stop talking.

YN- What? Why? Can’t we talk this out?

A - I wanted to tell you a couple of days ago in person but…I’m sorry. I just don’t like you anymore. I met someone else.

You blink back the tears already welling in your eyes. You shut your phone off, refusing to answer, part of you hoping she might beg for your forgiveness after seeing you upset.

Nothing.

Your chest heaves as the hole in your chest deepens.

How could she? After everything you’d been through together. Especially after the Ghostface attacks last year, you’d hoped she cared a little more.

You’d been the one to warn her, even. When she told you she had feelings for you, you’d made her promise that she swore they were true. You weren’t taking a chance on a ‘maybe’.

But alas, your moon-eyed perspective had affected your decision-making skills. She’d told you she loved you, and that she was going to be your girlfriend, and you had believed her.

You fall back onto your bed. Hands pressed to your forehead harshly as you think.

You pick up your phone once more, ignoring all thoughts that tell you this is a horrible idea, and call her up.

-

“Hey. Thanks for coming.” You tell Tara as you step back to let her in. She’s dressed in an oversized AC/DC t-shirt paired with gray sweatpants.

Her hair is slightly messy like she’s just woken up from a nap. You curse as you catch yourself thinking about how cute she looks.

“No problem.” She tells you without missing a beat, walking into your house and up to your room like it’s her second home.

You and Tara had a history.

All throughout grade school, you had the biggest crush on the brunette, but she never reciprocated. Not that you ever told her about it. Later, when both of you were in high school, she confessed that she liked you.

You were so confused between your feelings for Amber and for her back then, you ended up never giving her a clear answer. And after time, the two of you just started to drift away.

But you wouldn’t be able to say that the underlying feeling she was the one wasn’t always simmering within you.

Your feelings for Tara were something that could never be explained. Not even to your best friends over the years, who would hear endless rants about the girl.

She was just so, perfect.

Well- nobody was perfect; you knew that. She was always somewhat of a rebel throughout your school years. But you found her imperfections endearing, which only made her more human and in turn, more perfect to you.

It didn’t help that she also looked like an angel that had fallen from the skies.

In short, Tara Carpenter was an enigma. You’ve had crushes before, of course. But this one, you think will never go away. Whether you viewed her from a romantic or platonic lens, all you could feel was adoration. You were incredibly fond of the girl.

You snap out of your daze and follow her upstairs, closing the door behind you.

“So, you wanna tell me what this is about?” She says, not unkindly.

You play with the hairs on the nape of your neck as you answer her.

“I’ve just been feeling…sort of weird. I needed some company.” You tell her, somewhat awkwardly,

“And nobody else was free?” She prods, her eyes filling with an emotion you can’t quite place.

You look down shyly as you shake your head. “No, I wanted you to come.” You mumble, loud enough for her to hear.

You sneak a peek at her expression and relax once you see she’s smiling.

“Good. ‘Cause I’ve been missing you.” She says, grinning.

Her words make you feel like a weight’s been taken off your shoulders. Everything’s normal. Everything’s good.

You relax, moving over to join her on the bed.

“I missed you too.” You say.

She doesn’t miss a beat before she reaches for your TV remote and pushes herself further up your bed. She takes her hair out of the bun it was in and whips out her glasses.

She never likes to wear it because she thinks it makes her look nerdy, but you think it’s the cutest thing.

“You sure are making yourself at home.” You murmur, earning a soft slap from the girl.

“Hey! This is how you’re supposed to experience a movie.“ She says, nudging herself into your bedsheets.

You scoff as you join her and place your leg over her own.

“Who said we were going to watch a movie?” You challenge, raising a brow at her.

She shrugs, unserious. “I figured I’d take the lead. You need a distraction, and you weren’t doing anything…so.”

You nudge her with your shoulder one more time before settling in beside her, not willing to debate.

She scrolls on your TV a little while longer before you nearly leap out of your seat as you see your favorite movie pass.

You open your mouth to force her to pick it, but she buts in before you can get a word out.

“Yes, I know it’s your favorite movie. I’m putting it on now, shush.” She teases, smirking slightly.

You relent without a word.

Halfway through the movie, you can tell Tara’s getting sleepy. Her eyes droop and her head is falling further into the pillow.

You bite back a chuckle and pull out your phone, ready to take a photo that’ll surely embarrass the brunette.

She stirs in her sleep when the flash goes out, looking up at you groggily.

You panic and shove the phone underneath you, moving over to do anything to distract her. You don’t have enough time to think, you surge forward and press your lips to her forehead.

Her eyes widen, no doubt wondering what the hell you’re doing.

A forehead kiss? Yeah, that isn’t suspicious at all!

She’s still still under you, blinking slowly.

“Go back to sleep Tar.” You mumble against her skin, using a nickname you haven’t called her in ages.

It works though. You feel her physically relax and in the next few minutes, she’s fast asleep against you once again, this time with her arm wrapped around your waist.

You feel your cheeks get hot and thank the gods that nobody can see you.

You watch as the credits of the movie finally roll, and you feel the tiresome events of the day finally catch up to you.

You look down at Tara, studying her features. You want to reach out and touch her freckles, but you resist the urge.

Whatever Tara Carpenter was to you didn’t matter today, you reason. The only thing that matters is that she’s here, and she’s made you feel better than you have in months. Friend or something more, she’ll always be the one to brighten your day.

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 33)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,

"Alright, let's eat," Cillian's father announced, bringing everyone back to reality but Frank shook his head.

"You cannot possibly pretend that you are okay with this, dad!" he said, looking at his father with anger.�� "How can you sit here and pretend that this is okay? This is my stepdaughter for Christ's sake!" he spat, gesturing to you and Cillian before dropping another insult. 

"But hey, bravo, Y/N! Your slutty behavior got you a sugar and a baby daddy, all in one, so I am sure you are proud of yourself," Frank went on, causing Cillian's face to grow dark with anger.

"Shut up, Frank," Cillian ground out, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "This is the mother of my child who you are talking about," he snapped, before turning to you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and you couldn't help but feel your heart sink at Frank's harsh words. You had never intended to cause any problems or hurt anyone's feelings, especially not Cillian's family. But it seemed that no matter what you did, you couldn't escape the judgment and criticism.

"Yes, she is because, clearly, she is too young and naive to use birth control," Frank sneered, not holding back any punches.

You could feel the tension in the room growing as Cillian's grip on your shoulder tightened.

"Please, Frank, enough," Cillian said, his voice strained but Frank was not listening.

"No, Cillian! You slept with a fucking child and don't see anything wrong with it," Frank shouted, unable to control his anger.

Cillian's grip on my shoulder tightened further, his body rigid with fury as he glared at his brother. "Frank, I said enough," he growled, his voice dangerously low.

But Frank was not deterred. He pointed a finger at you, his eyes filled with disgust and contempt. "And you, Y/N. You think this is all just a game, don't you?" he asked while even your mother tried to hold him back.

"No Frank, I don't think that this is a game at all and I am no child. I am adult and have been for quite some time. I never asked for anything from you and mum and I never asked for anything from Cillian either. I was going to have an abortion and get on with my life, but you know what?" you suddenly stood up, causing the entire room to fall silent as you took a deep breath, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek. "I am glad that Cillian stopped me from being so selfish. He wanted me to keep the baby and I am glad that I did as we both love her unconditionally, which is not something that seems to be the norm when it comes to my own upbringing," you stated, holding Mara tighter as she snuggled herself comfortably against your chest. "Nobody has ever wanted me for who I am. First my mother sent me overseas, then my father sent me back and then the two of you kicked me out because I fell for a man I shouldn't have. But you know what - I thank for it now because I am happy for once, with your brother, so there is that. You can keep on ranting all you want Frank, but nothing is going to change," you continued, speaking your mind before taking a deep breath, leaving everyone else in the room speechless. 

"I am sorry for ruining your birthday," you then finally said to Cillian's mother, knowing that all this trouble and rage was the result of your presence.

"Don't be silly," Cillian's mother replied with a smile, patting your hand comfortingly. "Family is always messy. Always will be. Family drama is nothing new for me. Besides, I am glad that you and Mara are here. She's quite something," she said fondly, admiring a sleeping Mara while Frank rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," Frank muttered, pushing his chair back and standing up abruptly. "I can't handle this crap anymore." he asked angrily, gesturing toward you with a flick of his wrist before walking off. He clearly needed to calm down and collect himself before returning to the table but, honestly, you couldn't care less about his feelings in that moment.

You were fed up with his constant judgement and criticism. Fed up with him acting like he had some sort of authority over you. Fed up with being treated like a child instead of the adult that you were. You deserved respect and dignity, just like everyone else.

"Let's just enjoy the rest of our breakfast," Cillian's father suggested, trying to diffuse the tension but your heart was still racing with anger and frustration.

You barely touched your food as you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and sadness wash over you. This wasn't how you wanted things to go. You didn't want to cause a scene or upset anyone, but sometimes the truth can be hurtful.

After breakfast, your mother excused herself to check on Frank, leaving you and Cillian alone with his parents at the table.

You could feel the tension radiating from Cillian's body as his grip on his coffee cup grew tighter and tighter.

"I'm sorry," you whispered softly, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "I didn't mean to make things any worse by speaking up," you told him but he turned to you, his eyes filled with sadness and regret. 

"No, you did the right thing," he said, squeezing your hand. "You did well," Cillian assured you, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your temple. But you couldn't shake off the guilt and sadness.

"I just wish things could be different," you said quietly, staring down at your untouched plate.

"Hey," Cillian said, lifting your chin with his finger to look at him. "Things are different. We are different. And that's okay because we are together. We have each other and we have Mara," he reassured you, his gaze steady while his mother looked on with awe. 

"Thank you," you whispered, leaning into his touch as you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur as everyone tried their best to avoid any further confrontations. Your mother and you were careful to avoid any topics that might trigger Frank and Cillian's parents were equally cautious not to upset anyone as you celebrated Cillian's mother's birthday. 

As the day drew to a close, you found yourself lying in bed next to Cillian, your bodies entwined as you tried to drift off to sleep.

Mara was fast asleep in her crib, her soft breathsicle lullaby that filled the air.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you as you listened to Cillian's steady heartbeat, your bodies pressed close together. You trailed your fingers gently up and down his chest, marveling at the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

Despite everything that had happened earlier in the day, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Cillian's presence in your life. You wouldn't have changed anything, not even the mistakes you had made. 

Because they had led you to Cillian, and he was worth it all. You shifted closer to him, your breasts brushing against his chest, your nipples hardening at the contact. Cillian's grip on you tightened, and you felt him stirring against your hips.

You had been brave today, louder and stronger than you ever thought possible, and now it was time to let go. 

"I love you Y/N," Cillian murmured, caressing your face gently as he traced your lips with his thumb, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill run down your spine.

"I want you so bad," you whispered in response, your eyes glazing over with desire.

"I want you too babe, but you know we can't. You haven't healed yet," Cillian reminded you, his voice heavy with restraint.

"Yes, I do know that. But it doesn't mean I can't still pleasure you," you murmured suggestively, pressing a soft kiss to his chest and causing Cillian to groan.

"No, please. I want to wait until I can be inside you again," Cillian pleaded, but you could hear the desire in his voice, the longing.

You traced your fingers up his chest, teasingly, before resting your hand on his crotch. You could feel his erection, hard and straining against his boxers, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of power.

"Fuck Y/N, you are not playing a fair game," Cillian gasped as you traced your fingers over his length, feeling him twitch beneath your touch.

"Why should I? You are the one denying me something I want so badly," you replied, keeping your voice low and seductive.

You could hear the struggle in Cillian's voice as he tried to resist your touch.

"Mara," he gasped, reminding you of your daughter sleeping soundly in her crib.

You glanced over at your baby, but saw that she was still fast asleep, her breathing deep and steady.

"She's asleep. You just have to be quiet," you told him.  You wanted him, needed him, and you were determined to have him.

Slowly, you pulled down his boxers, exposing his erect cock to the cool air.

Cillian hissed at the contact, his hips jerking slightly as you wrapped your hand around his shaft.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his voice low and deep.

You smirked at him, your hand moving slowly up and down his length, feeling him grow harder and harder in your grasp.

"Sshh," you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear.

Cillian's breathing grew labored, his fingers tightening in the sheets as you continued to stroke him.

"I don't know if I can keep quiet," he admitted, his voice strained.

You chuckled softly in response, your hand continuing to move up and down his length.

"Well, you better find a way," you whispered, leaning in to brush a kiss against his lips.

Cillian groaned as you deepened the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair. You could feel his hips thrusting upwards, seeking more friction as you continued to stroke him.

Breaking the kiss, you trailed your lips down his chest, your tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

"I need you to cum down my throat so that we don't stain your parents' sheets," you whispered hoarsely, your hand still working its magic on his cock as you adjusted your position.

Cillian hissed at your words, his hips bucking upwards as you took him into your mouth.

You sucked him deep, your tongue swirling around his tip as you tasted his arousal.

"Yes, just like that," Cillian groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair as you took him deeper into your mouth.

You hollowed out your cheeks, creating a vacuum as you sucked him harder and faster.

"Fuck, Y/N," Cillian hissed, "I am close." 

You moaned in response, your hand still working its magic on his base as you sucked him deeper.

Cillian couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, he came down your throat, his cum filling your mouth as you swallowed every last drop.

You released him with a pop, licking your lips clean as you looked up at him with a satisfied grin.

Cillian's chest was heaving as he looked down at you, a mixture of lust and admiration in his eyes.

"You are unbelievable," he said, his voice husky with pleasure.

You grinned up at him, feeling empowered by your ability to make him lose control like that. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you teased, running your fingers along his thighs.

Cillian's hands were still gripping the sheets tightly, and you could see that he was still partially hard. "Do you want more?" you asked, raising an eyebrow seductively.

"No," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I want to return the favor when we get back home tomorrow," he told you, ensuring to place emphasis on those words.

"I am still bleeding Cillian," you told him as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

"I know," Cillian assured you before planting a kiss on your forehead. "But I've got an idea," he said, a mischievous look in his eye before pulling you closer into his arms.

The two of you lay there for a few moments, enjoying each other's warmth and comfort before the sound of a door opening caught your attention followed by two familiar voices, arguing with one another.

"I am so sick of this, Frank," your mother said, her voice strained. "You cannot keep behaving like this. It's not fair. She is still my daughter," she went on, her voice cracking as she tried to hold back tears.

"She might be your daughter but she is clearly out of line, whoring around with my brother, a 46-year old man," Frank retorted harshly, causing you to flinch at his cruel words.

"Enough," Cillian barked, his voice firm as he got out of bed abruptly before walking towards the door to address your mother and Frank who smelled of alcohol. 

"Frank, I don't know what your problem is, but I am tired of this bullshit," Cillian said as his face twisted in anger, which is when Frank leashed out towards Cillian without warning, swinging his fist towards his jaw.

The yelling woke up Mara, causing her to start crying at the top of her lungs just as, suddenly, you heard a loud thud. 

"Oh my god Frank, what did you do?" you then heard your mother shout as Mara's cries filled the house and you quickly picked her up before racing out of the room to see the damage that had been done.

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[smallidarityfan]

this is my first ever ask hi I just wanted to say.. u shared that adorable teleporting clip of scar and pearl & Ive been thinking about them ever since!!!!....... & I know this is a smallidarity account but you've infected me so if you have any more scearl thoughts in that large brain of yours. me personally. I am all ears ^__^ ^___^ ^____^

JAHSHS HI im very honoured to claim your first ask and also sorry for replying to this after months 😭 tbh I just wanted an excuse to show this art I made of them like 2 years ago that i recoloured recently

anyways thoughts:

I watched both their POVs since the start of Season 8 to season 9 and loved their vibe of messy, ambitious architect x bright and passionate artist and caretaker?

( character rant ahead )

In Season 9 to me, Scar is this stressed out architect trying to envision his ambitious dream for his theme park within the limited timeframe of the season. He struggles taking care of himself staying up for projects and inevitably leaves messes around the place (chest monsters and lack of proper base lighting)

Even before the sudden light into his world, Scar already admired Pearl's work as an artist— frequently going to her base just to admire what she's done— and now this amazing artist was here at his theme park working as his designated cleaning lady, as someone who doesn't mind the crummy pay of 64 diamonds per week he was only able to offer...

And then Pearl comes around and decides to offer her cleaning lady services to lift his stresses yk? She offers to help him organize his chests, to clean up the area, and to teach him how to take care of himself again. Scar was appalled by that care since nobody really took that time for him, yet slowly melts into it yk?

Haven't even gotten into the life series aspect of their relationship GOSHHHH with the whole sunflower thing AGHDGGDHSD

In Double Life, there should be something said about how Scar was able to understand Pearl's loneliness after Scar's Magical Mountain in Last Life... and especially how they both loved their soulmates in Last Life/3rd Life before they abandoned them in the series about soulmates.....

And then Secret Life.... Secret task: Be Pearl's Wingman.............. "What's going on here Sunflower?"................ "If there's one thing I learnt, Pearl, is that no alliance is ever sacred." "*chuckle* Y'know what Scar, you're growing on me."............... Scar having to choose a side between Scott or Pearl and decided to side with Pearl..................... She's dead Scar, you won..............

IM ACTUALLY CRAZY

In my head, nearing the end of Secret Life is when they both already internalized their feelings but of course so close yet so far due to their own griefs (Pearl specifically with the Mounders and her failure of sacrificing herself for them. AND MAKES IT UP BY OFFERING HERSELF TO SCAR........) to ever pronounce it to each other and now Life!Series Scar lives with that grief within him forever CANONICALLY....... BECAUSE HE ISN'T DEAD........ STILL IN THAT FREAKING SUNFLOWER FIELD........................ GAHHHHHH

[elliesstrapon]

False Accusations

✧˚ · . Oblivious Ellie Williams x Devoted reader

"I was all over her.." ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

✧˚ · . Summary: In which your feelings couldn't be reciprocated.

✧˚ · . Warnings: Swearing, Friends to lovers, slow burn, light make outs, Ellie isn't in love with you, childhood friends, dorm mates, cheating

✧˚ · . Part 1

Your heart belonged with Ellie Williams.

You knew that for the longest of time now. You strived to be in her presence, to hold her when you saw her after a long period of time. You wanted but nothing other than to kiss her, and tell her your otherworldly thoughts you had about her late at night.

And yet, you didn't. You never did because Ellie always had someone. You'd never once a day in your life ever gotten much as close as a peck on her lips. Other than being her best friend, you were nothing more than another one of those girls who were head over heels for her, and reasonably so. Her lips were a peachy wonder, her fuchsite colored eyes better than any of the planets the world knew of, her freckles painted like stars, and her auburn hair soft, not to mention, you'd felt her arms more than a million times, they only got more muscular over the years, and her stomach was so toned, you were lucky you were the only other person in the world besides Ellie's constant line of "the one's" to see it.

It was nothing new to you when she'd come to you again, ranting about how shitty another one of those girls had been to her after she'd given them everything they asked for, her head layed gently on your lap, your fingers tangled in her messy bright hair. "I mean, 'fuck was she thinking." she fidgetted with her hands, groaning at her once again failed relationship. " 'm so done with these whores." She complained. "Then why are you still bothering?" You subconsciously rolled your eyes, your mind fogging with the jealousy. "Just fucking drop them" you bit your lip, fisting at the sheets of your bed in the palm of your hand, angrily.

" 'm over it" she sighed, watching you grab your flip phone. "who's' it?" She raised a brow, "just Jesse, wants to know what I'm doing." You replied, your fingers still twirling her hair softly. "Tell'im your busy" she grabbed the miniscule device, typing out the sorry reply and throwing your phone to the dark corner of your guys's room, it landing just barley on the sofa chair. "What the hell, Ellie?" You furrowed your brows at her, " 'm talkin' to you, he can' wait" her voice was low, begging for your attention. You didn't understand sometimes why she always came to you with her bullshit, she had everyone in your friendgroup to go to, and you were always the one who had to comply. "He gives me shit tomorrow, I'm putting the blame on you." You stopped playing with her hair. "See how it plays out for'im" she grinned, "yeah, whatever" you chuckled. Your gaze not leaving hers, the sounds of only your breathing filling the dimly lit room, the light reflecting off the millions of photos hung up on the wall. It was the moments like these ones that compelled you. Her lips and demeanor utmost hypnotizing, her eyes acting like a wormhole, swallowing your dignity, the irresistible urge to confess to her right then and there eating you alive, all while she unknowingly complained about all those nobodys you were oh so envious of. You imagined what it was like, her ruining you in bed, whispering the sweetest things into your ear, and then after taking care of you like a pitiful worthless princess, you dreamed about it so often, you knew the plot of every one of them that repeated night after night, yearning for it to all come true. "Movie?" She asked, her plush fingers tapping your hand that rested on her shoulder motionless. Her light eyes looking up at you, " 'k." You replied vaguely. Moving from beneath her head, you walked to the square shaped television, "which one?" You picked up the dvds uptop the disc player, squatting down, showing her the options. " 'Dunno..." she scanned the movies, "Laura" she hummed, watching you slip the dvd in, the disc player eating it. You grabbed the half empty bag of potato chips that had been on the night table for three nights already, plopping down next to Ellie, her head resting on your shoulder, her breaths calmly blown onto your bare skin, making the hairs on the scruff of your neck stand up, and the butterflies in your lower abdomen picking up like a migration. You left the chips between the two of you, her hand reaching frequently to grab a handful.

You were never this tense to her touch, you used to melt into it, absent mindidly excepting it. Now you were only overstimulated. The goosebumps spreading through out your body as her hands swiftly brushed past your hips, when she wanted you to move to the side at the gym. Or even when her breath tickled your lobe when she whispered nonsense into your ear during lectures.

You were naive.

Your mind only filling shamefully with the thought of her being yours and yours only, and in a way, she was... Platonically. The way you were the one she always came back to, or how you so innocently held hands in large crowds, or when you went out to clubs late at night, and then she'd ghost you, a limit of contact when she'd met another desperate woman, most of the time not on purpose, and others the women she dated pleading for her to cut contact with you out of jealousy.

"You feelin' alright'?" She raised her head, stretching her arms, a faint groan leaving her lips as her wife beater lifted so slightly, exposing her happy trail. "No, I'm fine," you shook your head. Your eyes fixated on her lower stomach "Why?"

"Well for starters, you' 'been starin' at everything' not the movie" she scoffed. "Was I?" You raised a brow, smirking playfully, "Yeah, you were'!" She chuckled. "Whatever, I'm fine, just tired." You stood up, "I'm gonna get ready for bed." You told her. "Y'sure?" She asked, concern masking her voice. "Yeah" you picked at the dead skin on your thumb. "Goodnight" she frowned slightly, still helplessly feeling worried, "g'night."

It must've been late when you finally managed to have fallen asleep that night. Ellie still managing to hover over your dreams, her painfully soft lips clouding your brain. Only waking up to your bed an uncomfortable mess, yet Ellie wasn't anywhere to be found around the dorm room. You messily grabbed your phone, flipping it open to see a few unread messages, 2 from Jesse, and another from the missing female that lived in your dorm.

"Told her he'd give me shit" you sighed, as for Ellie, she'd sent only a mere photo, she'd gone out for breakfast, to no surprise without you.

You got up from the lumpy mattress, lazily fixing the bed to look presentable, before moving to get ready, the thought of Ellie floating around in your head like a balloon, fixated on the again, repeated dream, the unreal words she'd said repurposing at the front of your thoughts. You brushed your teeth, rapidly doing your hair the way you always did, a hum of satisfaction slipping past your lips when you'd finished. You threw on a pair of low rise jeans, adjusting them around your hips in the mirror, a laced tank following, sticking to your figure like velcro. You finished up finally, zipping up your grey sweater only half way and slinked on your heavy tote bag over your shoulder.

You walked down from your floor, checking your phone again, texts from Dina popping up on the blurry screen.

Is Ellie with you?

Are you up?

Y/n?!

I'm only just leaving our dorm now, and no. Why?

You texted her back, drawing blood from your lip as you continuesly bit at it stressfully.

I thought she'd be with you since I hadn't seen her in English, earlier.

No she went out for breakfast without either of us, lol.

Why am I not surprised? Where are you?

You could already invision Dina rolling her eyes from behind the screen, making you grin widely, you wiped the blood off your lip, staining the cotton grey of your sweater, the dots of blood trailing around the wrist of your sleeve.

I'll meet you in the courtyard?

You texted, pausing at the door of the staircase to the first floor, patiently watching the dots dance around in a pattern.

See you there!!

You closed your phone, tucking it in the detailed back pocket of your jeans.

You thought it weird how Ellie would just leave for breakfast without you, or rather the idea itself wasn't so mindblowing, but rather she didn't wake you up, instead sending a measly single photo of some overrated restaurant down the street from your dorms, even her leaving so early, before you waking up, making you feel uneasy. Of course, you didn't control, and couldn't dictate her life, so you let it be, packaging it up and tossing it in the back of your mind, knowing it'd probably come back to haunt you.

"Y/n!" You heard Dina's heart warming voice in the distance, running towards you in a hurry. "Hey Dina!" You grimaced, indulging her in an embrace. Her hair brushing against the skin of your neck like a feather. "You okay?" She asked. "Jesse complained to me last night about how you blew him off—"

"It was Ellie" your eyes rolled back into your head annoyed. "Figured" she laughed, "what was her deal?" She raised her thick and full eyebrow. "Just another dumb break up." You huffed. "Mm..." She fixed her ponytail. "You ever gonna tell her how you feel?" She questioned, " 'prolly not' " you smiled at her weakly. "She wouldn't get it" you scratched the nails of your fingers, the nail polish chipping off them like dust. "Oh, please! You don't know thatt" her hands rested on her hips. "I know enough" you frowned. "I'm a bit hungry, d'you wanna grab a bite to eat before our next lecture?" You asked, "No, yeah, sure." She grinned, rubbing your shoulder calmly. Her jokes lightening the gloomy atmospheric pressure, and Ellie slowly slipping from your mind.

Dina was the only one who really knew about your feelings for Ellie. You'd gotten high with her one night at her apartment, the tension bouncing off the walls like a ball, and the idea of foolishly confessing things you'd never told anyone before being brought to light, you mindlessly told her about your romantic feelings for Ellie, and then kissed her due to the intoxication, blissfully tasting her like a full course meal. Then endlessly cried in her arms for god knows how long, tears staining your cheeks as your complaints about all the pitiful women who Ellie'd dated foamed out your mouth.

"You think Jesse will agree to going to that party?" She asked, biting into her hot chocolate chip muffin." Maybe if you lied to him and told him it was a study group" you giggled, still removing the textured paper from yours. "Yeah, you're probably right" exiting the cafe, "why the hell do you think Ellie just left like that?" Dina suddenly brought up. "Not sure, it's so... Out of character for her, I don't know.." You trailed off, still yourself trying to figure it out, that box of wonders at the back of your mind resurfacing and unraveling the unanswered question. "Right? Even the photo you said she sent... Weird." She took another bite.

You entered campus again, slipping past millions of other girls and boys your age. Gossiping, and giving eachother snarky looks, and then others quietly getting around to make their future worth it.

"Hey, look! It's Jesse! He has Ellie with him" Dina gasped, covering her mouth from the crumbs of the muffin flying out. "Jesse!" You called, waving your arm high, "Dina, Y/n..." He rolled his eyes. "Jesse, has Ellie told you it was Infact she, that sent the message." He dramatically cupped his lips. "Did she, now?!" He furrowed his brows jokingly. "It was me'n'Y/n time, wasn't 'bouta have you' ruin it." She smirked. "We're all friends here, I feel like she should've gotten the luxury of texting me back" Jesse scolded. "Jerk" Ellie scoffed, a smile plastering across her lips playfully. "Y/n, 'm headed to the gym t'night, 'you wanna come?" She asked. You looked to Dina nervously, accepting her offer.

"Nice" she smiled.

It's the fluff before tears!!! Pt. 2 sometime in the next three days!!!

[sapphire-weapon]

Sorry to bring more discourse to your blog, but it's about the whole "problematic" shipling thing, because it's a part of older RE plot, that absolutely does my head in. It doesn't fucking make sense. We can talk ALL day about how Leon is canonically responsible for genocides. It's canon that these things have happened because he never has the backbone to finish the job or manage his feelings like a grown adult. It's an interesting talk, but it's NEVER (or very barely) addressed that way in the actual material. His whole "turn the other cheek, because he needs a vague romance" trope is really just one massive fucking plot hole and I don't know why people aren't completely pissed about it. His messy narrative is one of my least favourite things in the series. It almost turns me off of his games and movies entirely. I enjoyed REmake, 7 and 8 the most because at least the characters add up. Their motivations are clear. It's a fully formed story and we know who does what and why. They just haven't fucking done that with Leon. They can't decide on whether to flesh him out properly or to keep throwing him early naughts b-movie tropes that arguably, just make him less likeable (to me).

Sorry for the rant. But holy shit. Anything about his character outside of "I'm angry, let's shoot" has been fucking terrible, in my eyes. They have no idea what to do with him. His choices constantly fucking contradict themselves. He's like a nonstop, unstable "what to doooo?" asshole and I DON'T KNOW WHY ANYONE ELSE ISN'T MAD ABOUT THE CONSTANT PLOT HOLES AND SENSELESS BULLSHIT THIS CHARACTER DOES I HONESTLY DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW HE BECAME MORE POPULAR THAN CHRIS, CLAIRE, WESKER, HUNNIGAN, ETHAN AND JILL OTHER THAN "HE HAS COOL BANGS AND TELLS JOKES SOMETIMES" LIKE WHAT?

I know I'll get roasted and shredded for saying it, but jesus christ man, it's such an enormous pet peeve of mine. I just want the remakes to finish their job of understanding that Leon hasn't been written well and he's gotta be fixed. That Ashley actually has a whole load of potential and Ada has only ever been an empty, racist and sexist stereotype that can't be fixed unless they bother to actually write any sort of story for her other than "sexy Asian is mean sometimes, but her terrorism is okay because the emo boy kissed her this one time and has known her for a combined 15 hours."

Phew. I am mad. I'm sorry for exposing you to this. I've only gotten into RE like less than a year ago and the stupidity and lack of literacy and analysis in this fucking fanbase is crazy to me. If I see one more "sibling coded toxic age gap, Leon is flawless omg ashley little girl so silly" post I'm going to shave my head. Even my phone is glitching because it can't keep up with my seemingly very unpopular rager.

homie i'mma need u to fuckin breathe and understand that this is the same series where the only reason that the main villain ever had to hate the main protagonist was the fact that the main protagonist laughed at his science project -- and then that detail was retconned out of the remake, and now there's no reason for wesker to hate chris at all, actually.

this is the same series that killed off its main villain way too prematurely, realized immediately that they fucked up by doing it, and, instead of just retconning it and bringing him back, they tried to "oops! all weskers!" it, then didn't know what to do with that, then just decided to write it so that he had a son, but then nobody liked him, either, and now they're just going FUCK IT LET'S JUST REMAKE THE WHOLE THING.

this is the same series that is so unabashedly and unrepentantly racist that it sends its white american protagonist into the heart of africa, whereabouts he encounters a village with actual mud huts in it, where the townspeople are dressed in actual tribal clothing, and they chuck actual literal spears at him.

this is the same series where the creators openly admitted to not allowing their main female protagonist to visibly age because they thought it'd hurt their bottom line.

this is the same series where the objectively best title in it has a story that's so fucking bad that the dude who wrote and directed it said that he'd only support a remake of it if the remake fixed his shitty fucking story and actually told a good one.

this is the same series where rachel fucking foley exists and is meant to be taken seriously.

this is the same series where a dude fucking a spider is, questionably and arguably, canon.

leon is not remotely the worst part of resident evil's storytelling, nor is ada the most offensively racist part of it. THE ENTIRE NARRATIVE OF RESIDENT EVIL IS NONSENSE DOG GARBAGE. leon and ada are just par for the course.

if you are not a raccoon and/or opossum who enjoys gorging yourself on garbage, perhaps resident evil is not the series for you.

that's why they called it raccoon city in the first place.

because the playerbase must inevitably be filled with raccoons, because only raccoons would enjoy the sheer amount of garbage that the story throws at them.

[aesopsbaby]

Um... so I've heard that you're comfortable with people talking to you about their ocs, and I wanted to hear your thoughts on mine, if that's okay with you ofc! <3

My oc is a Creepypasta one, so If you fin it a little cringey pls keep in mind that I created it on 2017 and I just went adding or removing things and/or aspects of her personality 😭

Okay, let's start from the beginning...

Her given name is Katherine, althought her "real" name is Variaton_LifeExperiment.07.-Attempt1.

She is an experiment realised by The Offenderman, she was made using parts of a recently dead body that he found in a Hospital and tons of wires and robotic parts and programings. She was created to guide young beautiful girls to him under the cover of asking them to take her to x place saying she was lost, so The Offenderman could woo them into spending a night with him.

Katherine was always LifeExperminent07 to The Offenderman, or at least for the first few months of her existence, because as time passed by her human brain began to work again thanks to the electric shots that sometimes the wires sent through her body, and so her past memories started to appear again along with human behaviors and emotions. He saw how LifeExperiment07 began to develop human emotions and thought acording to the age of the corpse he used to make her (a 13 y/o teenager exactly) and so he gave her a name, Katherine.

After some time, Offenderman had to go away for an indefinited period of time to "solve" things with The Splendorman and left Katherine with his most responsible brother, The Slenderman, and so she went to live with him temporaly.

(and since this oc was made in 2017 you can imagine that my oc started living strange yet funny adventures with all the fanon! creepypasta steryotypes we had back then lol).

Now that her backstory's been explained let's move into her appearence:

She is 5"3 and has medium dark brown hair, very messy dark brown hair, it gets kinda wavy in the ends but not to the point of being curly.

She only has one human eye, a blue one. The other one is covered by a piece of metal since he used the eye cavity as a space for conecting wires.

What is left of her human skin is white, a pale tone of white, but not to the point of looking like a glass of milk tho.

She has little freckles in her nose and right cheek (the left one is the one that has the eye covered with metal and so you can't see the freckles).

Her original clothes were a kinda torn apart hospital T-Shirt alongside with a pair of short jeans, black stockings and a pair of white converse. Anyways, when The Offenderman started to notice her more human-like behaviours he bought for her a new outfit, her current one, which is composed of a black oversized hoodie with a red rose drawn on it's center, a red skirt (the same color of the rose) and the same stockings this time with red doll-like shoes.

If we move onto her personality...

She is a very caring bionic little thing who loves to smile and to make people smile. She tends to laugh at everything that seems funny to her and can tell pretty good jokes.

Her intern program is connected to the internet so she is a very good help to plenty of the manor residents when they need information on something. She also has a selected dictionary that, to her much dismay, won't let her curse so the creeps like Jeff and Ben tend to (kind-heartedly) laugh or make fun of her when she can only bring herself to say "Zoinks!" when scared or frustrated (just like Shaggy from Scooby Doo lmao).

She can also mes a little with her programing and use her human eye as a projector on the white wall on game/movie nights.

She is also kind of hyperactive and as her two legs are mainly metal and half of her right arm is too she loves to go into places she shouldn't. Like climb onto trees, walk on the manors ceiling, hang from the spider lamp in the dining room or sleep on the top of the fridge 💀

That's all I think, Sorry for the rant but I just don't have nobody to listen to me talking about my ocs lol 😭

(can I be your 📹anon pls?)

You have no idea how much I absolutely LOVE and adore listening to ocs and ESPECIALLY CREEPYPASTA OCS??? I love them <3 I used to be a huge creepypasta fanatic as a child,,so I'm still one at heart even after so long :,) But I was mainly in marble hornets eheh

She sounds amazing and I LOVE THE SILLY THINGS SHE DOES <,3 her story is just 🤌🤌💞 fits so well and so well thought out!!

PLEASE YOU CAN SPAM ME WITH YOUR OCS FACTS I DONT MIND!! :,D its really interesting to read about!! And sure thing, you can be 📹anon!!

[eli-rooks-ni]

Timeline of my Writing, TWs, and Author's Notes

Hello, any poor souls who stumbled upon this blog, this is the author, Eli, and I'm still a high school student trying to find fun amidst the stress of the Taiwanese education system.

Anyway, some notes before you read the thing.

The author (Eli) is not really confident of their work.

I'm a personality typology fan and may rant about the characters' typing and stuff.

The author is an INTJ 5w6 so/sp (5-3-9) if anyone even cares. It's a bit relevant. Since most of the main characters would be INTJ.

My fandoms are wild and messy. And the author loves researching about languages, too. So there's going to be a lot of awkward non-English phrases in the works... Sorry in advance.

I'm not writing romance. I can't.

Will update when I feel like it.

Tales in C minor (TIC): 

Ascendance (first draft): 2023/1/23~1/27

Recruit (first draft): 2023/2/22

Fall (first draft): 2023/2/26~4/4

Align (first draft): 2023/5/23~7/16

Reminiscent (first draft, unpublished): 2023/8/22~8/29

Requiem (first draft, unpublished):  2023/9/17~10/15

Stranded: 2024/1/18

Verumese Visit: 2024/7/5

Notes:  This is a story based heavily on Assassin's Creed lore, and I don't own Assassin's Creed in any way. It belongs to Ubisoft. So this is just a fanwork of a bored 9th grader (back then). The quality is low, and I really hope nobody would read it too carefully. I may or may not continue digitalizing this series.

TWs: (badly described) Violence, general bad writing

Description tags: 

#modern setting (Ascendance set around 2021)

#no romantic relationships (a QPR if you squint)

#AC fanfic without AC characters

#looks like there's no angst 

#if you don't want angst, don't read the oneshots 

#middle school writing

 Written in Black and White (WBW):

Pawn: 2024/5/12

Prologue: 2024/3/2

Notte Tranquilla: 2024/3/5

Fianchetto: 2024/3/17

The Opening: 2024/3/17

Desperado: 2024/3/17

Endgame: 2024/6/9

Rematch: 2024/8/25

(To be continued)

Notes: This is my original work (finally). It belongs to me (finally). 10th~11th grade me is much better than before (probably). I don't have much more to say...

TWs: Violence, descriptions of abuse, descriptions of criminal acts (still badly written)

Description tags: 

#actually a vent fic at first

#dystopian (set in 2040)

#attempt at angst

#revolution and civil wars

#work in progress

[azure-clockwork]

Way to tell us your groundbreaking original opinion shared by only more than half the fandom in a "better than everyone" tone despite being an extremely surface level analysis.

Like damn, I'm not arguing with you and I'm sorry for the rude sarcasm, but you gotta understand that post like yours keep popping once in a while in the characters tag ( despite having all discourse tag and discourse-prone blog blocked ) when they don't add anything to the discussion. Three Houses is such an interesting game to analyze so if you're going to do discourse, at least get a bit in depth!

Because yes, you're complaining about the discourse but your post is just... participating in the discourse, just in the average "centrist" fe3h fandom way for a lack of a better word. If you hate it so much why add your grain of salt in it? You're the same as the annoying Edelgard/Dimitri/Claude you're speaking about! I mean at least some of them at least provide interesting analysis about the game within rant.

At least tag your post the next time, because even some of the worst lord stan have the decency to do that.

Sorry you got my rant, but your post was the drop that makes the ocean of badly tagged similar takes overflow my discourse limit. Three Houses discourse sucks hard in every form it takes. Still, have a good day at least.

Okok I did say I was asking for this so, fair

First, sincerely, how would you like me to have tagged this? This is an honest question to which I don't actually know the answer, and I'll go back and edit the tags cuz I don't want to bug more people (and kinda the only reason I'm replying because otherwise I feel like engaging is kinda not what I wanna be doing with my life nor yours, but sadly my brain doesn't shut its trap once I start thinking so I feel compelled to share with the class). Actually, you can skip the rest of this if you don't wanna bother lol

Secondly, I just wanted to be funny because I think that accusing fire emblem characters of war crimes is amusing. I recognize that the Geneva Convention sorta breaks apart the moment magic or crests or dark beasts or gambits come into play, and it's also not what people mean when they say 'Dimitri did war crimes' or 'Edelgard is a war criminal', but I think its hilarious to do anyways. When I see people making arguments about characters and using the term 'war criminal', roughly half of my brain starts laughing about how teeeeechnically using that one gambit with the poison barrels counts as criminal, regardless of if I agree or disagree with the argument made. And I'm memeing on myself here too (or at least trying to): "Jay is gay for Edelgard" is a truly terrible justification to base decisions of morality on . I'd argue that picking a house/the church based on attraction to the lord/Rhea is a sillier motive than a numerical tally of official violations of the Geneva Convention.

I really didn't want this to come across as Discourse tm because I don't want it to be; I just wanted turn my own desire to make a list of every single 'technically a war crime' into something semi amusing, because nobody actually wants to sit and read far too many words about how technically if you recruit and deploy Cyril to rescue Flayn (which is before his 15th birthday by like a month) that makes you a war criminal.

If you want my actual opinion (because making you scroll back thru my blog to read the unhinged rants I came up with while deciding between crimson flower and silver snow would be kinda a dick move), fe3h is a messy, morally grey game regardless of your chosen route. You have to make rough choices, kill your friends and former students, and stand by while everyone, including your allies, does terrible things. For me, I bonded really hard with most of the cast fairly quickly because white clouds let me feel like I was doing the worlds best job teaching my kids. And then you have to kill them. You cannot save them all. It broke me a little. The first student I killed, perma-killed, with the music dropping out and all, was Hilda during the Deirdru fight against her and Claude. It was an accident; she died on enemy phase, and I was out of Divine Pulse charges. She wasn't even a requirement for victory. That was the cost of taking Deirdru; that was the cost of waging war. I lay awake that night thinking about how if I had a different sword equipped I couldn't have counterattacked her from 2 tiles away, or if I had done less damage, or tanked a hit, or--

I'm not arguing that every route is equally morally reprehensible, but I think it matters quite a bit that every route makes you complicit in some terrible things. For several reasons, I'm a big fan of crimson flower (I Do Not Like The Church and I also agree with all of the characters who would like to do away with the nobility and crest systems), but that's tempered by the weight of the actions of Those Who Slither. I am continually unsure of just how much I feel the weight of TWSitD's actions falls on Edelgard herself, and I vacillate between "she didn't really have any other options to cause any kind of change from her position, so an uneasy alliance with TWSitD was the lesser of two evils" and "she bears a significant chunk of responsibility for all of their actions, including Jeralt's death". And I have similar, albeit often less strong thoughts about the rest of the characters. Nobody is operating with the full picture, the characters are all massively blinded by their emotions, and everyone makes choices between what they think is the lesser of a few evils. While the exact number of war crimes is irrelevant because whoops, the Geneva Convention doesn't exist in Fodlan and war crimes aren't the only immoral things you can do, thinking about what means are justified by which ends and who bears the responsibility for what acts is actually a really important part of the game for me.

I guess at the end of the day, I walk away from this game believing the war should not have had to happen. But the world doesn't run on shoulds and should nots (in Fodlan or irl), so the best we can do is make choices based on what we do know, and to do our best to help people with the tools we have. I personally land on crimson flower in the end, but I think the real beauty of Three Houses is just how hard it makes that choice.

Ok, I'm done blabbing; just tell me how I ought to tag this to avoid bugging people and I'll be on my way. I mean this sincerely: have a nice day yourself, and sorry to have annoyed you!

[tammyhybrid21]

Seen the meme going around so, OH BOY. Throwing my hat into the ring, some of these are SUPER OBVIOUS.

Like Inv getting a lot of negatives on the Slugcat version, other's it's well... I feel like I should explain a few things, but I'll leave those under the read more, for folks who don't care about it.

Favourite Characters: Of the iterators it’s Five Pebbles, to nobody’s surprise. I mean if I could say any character dragged me into Rain World backwards it was our traumatised, bad decision boy himself. On the Slugcat side, MONK. I just, I feel very strongly about them and have no real way to explain it in depth. What you see is kind of what you get with me liking Monk. They’re just, so important to me, especially as a mirror and contrast character to Pebbles.

Liked By Everyone But Me: Suns, just Seven Red Suns is the OBVIOUS choice here. If you don’t know why, just wait for me to get myself together and post the iterator ref sheets I’ve been working on. But short answer, good lord this enby has bad skills at reading the room. Bad decisions, sure Pebbles has them but maaan Suns... Meanwhile, I don’t... particularly have any slugcat I don’t really like, so freespace I guess.

Didn’t Like At First: Inno was knee-jerk because the surface is shallow and I got caught in the whole. “This character doesn’t like the character I really like so they’re auto bad” trap initially. But I definitely like her more now, because hooo boy. Choo-choo the complicated train! And meanwhile Spearmaster, mostly because I struggled to figure them out, and also their campaign and it’s goalposts made me CRY, a lot.

Would Like to Know More About: Obvious answers are obvious. Chasing/Grey Wind and Unparalleled Innocence for the Iterators and Nightcat/The Watcher for Slugcats... Just I want to knoooow.

Least Favourite Character: Sorry Suns, I just... don’t like you much. And Inv, Good lord Inv. Do I need to even explain why I’m not fond of Inv or do we all already know why?

Like the Design Dislike Character: Sorry Wind, it’s not that I don’t like them but more like-- the minute I stop thinking about Wind I kind of just... forget they exist. Wind you’re just the average-person so much. Rest in the wind. And then Saint... Oh boy Saint... I have so many complicated feelings about them, but ultimately it comes down to, I really like everything that Saint represents, everything they could be and are, but ultimately, I also really, really dislike them and kind of want to just throw my controller or pencil and give up.

Like the Character Dislike Design: Sorry Sliver, but you just feel, absent. I know she haunts the narrative and all, her presence is so FELT. But when it comes to actually designing her, I waffle between feeling too plain or too decorated and it sucks. Something here is not working and I need to find a better inspiration for her... Meanwhile, sorry Survivor you suffer from design feels too bland... and Spearmaster. Oh this is a twist one. I love the character, but man their design, the core of it, kind of sucks. More on the actual biological working as a creature side. Like Suns, you’re so BAD at creating living beings.

Similar RELATABLE Personality: I have been Moon in the past and I definitely have been Five Pebbles. If you go digging you can even find a rant of mine about those two. As for slugcats... Oh who of us isn’t just trying to survive and adapt these days?

Favourite Ship: Yes, I am a Ragequit Shipper. I just, look. I have reasons. I HAVE REASONS. I have even ranted about them, if in brief the first real time I drew Sig and some headcanon moments. There is nuance in the canon mess, Sig doesn’t hate Pebbles, it’s more than that, complicated and messy and I will sink with this ship if it comes to that. As for the slugcat side... I just think Monk crushing on Hunter is cute so sue me.

Least Favourite Ship: There are exactly two worse ships than both of these but I didn’t dare to go there. I just.... don’t understand Milkshake as a ship. It feels very ships that pass in the night style of shipping and I just no. These two might be fun as friends, messy and complicated, getting along fine one moment to screaming at each other about something random the next, but shipping NO? If Inno has a crush on either of the siblings it’s a crush on Moon... as for Fishsticks... I just can’t vibe with the ship. Sorry, maybe it’s from the opposite ends of the timeline thing, but more they just... don’t have the vibes. Sorry.

Would Befriend IRL: Ironically Suns should be here to, because I have proven to fall for those kinds of people’s presentation of themselves... I feel like I could DEFINITELY get along with NSH, And Moon... well she reminds me so much of my own big sister so... I do think she’d be someone I could more than get along with. We can just spend the time... and the Slugcat siblings. I would so love to befriend them, do think we could get along. Could have included Gourm but well, forgo--

Would Never Befriend IRL: Sliver is probably just dead still and Pebbles. HAHA, The irony is that would be a situation of “We are too much alike with our flaws and it would be on SIGHT”. I SHOULD’VE PUT ARTIFICER HERE noooo! Inv, no explaination needed.

[real-godzekiel]

urging to hm (computer disease) rant about how i can never be right or good which makes me evil in many moral ways in which i leave dirty and messy and shit-stained toxic footprints on planet earth. but i guess funny funny. Also it is something that must be noticed that whenever a post like this is constructed in the mind then typed then posted it will be intentionally formated in a way that tries to make the reader feel it's cultured. So here is the message between the spaces which is nothing. This won't stop you. I can write how every sentence I type will make you think a way about me but that will create a loop. I'm sorry for the ways in which I look at people. Guess nobody ever matters to me, which can be interpreted as my guilt of not caring that only further proves that I care.This is not. 🛤️

Oh . This is not art. You will think it's art. People have written and are writing and will write things alike believing it's art. I want to put my head in a shredder

I ruin you. You ruin me. People hurt people ok cool

Someone will think this is a reference to a horrible song by a horrible person

Someone will think this is a cry for help

Wait for tomorrow because I am not htinking as I write this but it has been 2 years in which I learned nothing. I think, I will genuinely, I think I will genuinely prefer if people were reckless to me person to person in private. If I know everything about what you think of me, I will think that is wrong

Either way nuke China

[peonywish]

ppl always said that the trauma of adora on how she think she didn't deserve to be happy and catra is her happiness so she suppress it which always put me wrong

bcuz when adora left the horde, she never truly misses catra, never really care about her and how everyone surrounding her especially Light Hope asking her to let go

to let go of Catra

why is it always Catra tho?

and are you trying to tell the audience aka me that I should get mad at Catra for making those bad decision?

bcuz I feel all of her action are justified bcuz she's hurt that adora just move on even w/o her, unlike Catra who still protect her again and again even after she left

adora fucking know the abuse that sw caused her but did anyone care?

nope

and to throw the episode of adora saying she misses her too to tell the audience adora did in fact miss her but at what cause?

it always put me off and ofc ppl keep reminding that adora is traumatized too as tho to equalvalent both of their pain but it doesn't work on that way

sometimes I truly think catra deserve more and yes, I'm a catradora stan.

and I can't be the only one that's upset about ent*apdak and how dt literally victim blame Catra which put me wrong cuz how is that different from sw and hordak

anyway this is just my personal thought, if I'm thinking it wrong or whatever then I will accept criticism gently

[olderthannetfic]

I realise that "fandom where a ship is so popular that people erase the actual characters inside it in favour of just making them hold hands and smile forever" could apply to... Several things. In this case, the characters are the younger siblings of the actual main characters, and they both have massive dependency issues with their older siblings. They end up having some co-dependency issues with each other as they get older because that's basically how they deal with their siblings becoming more distant. One of them tries to emulate his sibling, the other latches on to people who remind her of her sibling. Fascinating dynamic to explore, but they're technically childhood sweethearts so nobody wants to explore the messy side of the dynamic, and the fact they both have PTSD and other issues gets brushed over because there's a weird... Pervasive? Idea that they fix each others issues by being in love. (The irony here is canon had a whole episode demonstrating that they actually fed into each others problems and could only provide bandaid solutions to huge underlying issues. But of course, this was a late 90's anime for kids, so the dub is partly to blame here for brushing over their issues as well and rewriting that whole episode to make it cute and romantic instead of... A serious and draining look at two people who couldn't actually fix each other but really wished they could.) Anyway, I'm just ranting at this point, sorry. The characters are great, they have a great dynamic, I prefer them as friends than romantically anyway, but fandom turning them into cardboard cutouts has made me averse to anything with both of them present lol. Also its Digimon. The fandom is Digimon.

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[someonetookmyawesomename]

It must be painful to sail a dead ship 🥀

Tell me something about it, since I haven’t the slightest who they are? 😅💐

(Warning, this is gonna be long as heck because I'm sad my ship is dead, so I'm sorry in advance if I talk too much)

YES SAILING A DEAD SHIP IS PAINFUL (My chosen ship is Liir/Trism from the wicked books)

Here's just a summary of things that you can expect to experience:

you have nobody to talk about it with (yes, even on tumblr. So far, I've only met 3 people who are interested, and they're all pretty busy, so I'm alone on this 99% of the time

There is very little art (I've seen less than 20 works most of which were commissioned by @lillifaba so I have her to thank for what little I can find)

Even posts such as headcanons and rants are nonexsitent

Next to zero fanfiction (there is less than 30 works on AO3 that have my favored characters tagged. They don't even appear as minor characters in most works about wicked)

Most of the fanfiction that do feature them usually only use them as minor characters

As for those that use them as major characters, most are abandoned and are about a decade old if not older

Unless you have the skills to make your own content, you're stuck licking crumbs off the floor

Now that that's out of the way, here's some basic information about Liir and Trism:

They're both characters from the wicked book series which provides a fairly adult backstory to the wicked witch of the west from The Wizard of Oz

Neither of them appear in the wicked musical, because their story happens after the events of the musical

They're part of the next generation of characters from the books

Liir is the son of Elphaba (the lead heroine in the musical AKA wicked witch of the west) with her definitely murdered (in the books) lover Fiyero

Unlike his mom, Liir does not have any sort of happy memories from his childhood

Elphaba gave birth to him while in a coma, so she refuses to acknowledge him as her son

he was heavily bullied throughout his childhood for his weight (he was on the chubby side as a child) and was almost drowned by his bully

Unlike his extremely motivated and go-getter mother, his terrible upbringing made him more weary and passive

He achieves greater things compared to his mother, but only because he was forced to do so, not because he wanted to

He kind of just stumbles through life, winging it as he goes

Despite that, he is extremely mentally strong and is able to withstand torture and threats to his family

Liir has a wife named Candle

She kind of accidentally forces him into a relationship with her because she r*pE$ him and gets pregnant while he's in a coma in an attempt to warm his body to keep him from dying (I know, shit got messy real fast)

Trism is a soldier Liir meets when he enlists in the army (Liir enlists after Elphaba is killed because he was a literal teenager at the time with nowhere to go)

Trism is described as being VERY hottt (Kinda reminds me of America/Alfred from Hetalia when it comes to looks, blonde, handsome, and VERY muscular) which appeals to my gay senses

He and Liir initially don't get along that well, but in true enemies to lovers fashion, they get together later on

Trism becomes a dragon trainer working for the current ruler of Oz

Unfortunately, the ruler is corrupt and uses the dragons to oppress the masses, murdering countless innocents

Trism grows tired of working to oppress the people and Liir convinces him to kill the dragons

They become fugitives and in the process become lovers and start fricking (yes I enjoyed this part and I'm not ashamed)

Trism delivers my favorite line from the books "Are you slow, or are you just falling in love with me?" I love me a cheeky man

This all happens while Candle is pregnant

In order to reunite with candle and keep her safe, Liir sends Trism to pick her up (He literally sends his lover to pick up his wife my goodness)

She refuses to come with Trism

Trism leaves alone and gets captured and tortured by the government for killing the dragons and to get info out of him

Liir reunites with Candle, but she refuses to tell him what she did when Trism came to pick her up

Trism and Liir don't meet for many years (I think like a decade or 2)

When they do meet again, they're on opposite sides of a war

Trism is training dragons again, but this time he plans on participating in a revolution that destroys the emerald city, Oz's capital in an attempt to depose its corrupt ruler

Liir on the other hand wants to avoid the attack because it would kill many innocent lives

I'm not explaining it very well, but both of their choices are honestly quite valid

Liir gets kidnapped and tortured in order to force him to work for Trism's side

Liir still refuses to work with Trism

They both acknowledge that after many years of separation they still love each other

But don't get back together because they're on opposite ends of a war

It turns out Trism never needed Liir's help because he manages to help conquer the emerald city just from his experience with dragon taming alone

The political issues get resolved after the war but Liir and Trism never get back together

To add insult to injury, Liir and Candle have a major fight that ends in divorce

By the end of the books, Liir is left all alone waiting for either Trism, Candle, or both to return to him

It's left open-ended whether either of the two decide to come back for Liir

Why I ship Liir and Trism:

There's this comfort and openness in their relationship that isn't there with Liir and His wife

Liir and his wife were simply forced into a relationship because of a sudden pregnancy that honestly did not make sense to me how it happened

Liir and Candle are also just terrible for each other

Their relationship becomes icy and toxic near the end of the books

Trism is highly protective and supportive of Liir, loving him even after he gest captured and tortured

Throughout the story, Trism is often mistaken as Liir's husband because of how close they are

Liir and Trism both worked for the military and share plenty of experiences together

I imagine that after the events of the books, Liir and Trism reunite and they apologize for causing each other so much pain as well as help each other get through the traumas they experienced

LIIR AND TRISM HAVE SO MUCH ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, AND ENEMIES TO LOVERS POTENTIAL

It's a shame people don't really know about them

Here's some extra things I just wanted to express:

I'm so invested in their relationship that I can't even read fanfiction about other ships right now because I keep fixating on them

I'm lowkey salty that most people in the wicked fandom only seem to care about Elphaba, Fiyero, and Glinda (I'm NOT an anti, this is just me being an envious, bitter, unreasonable bitch who can't accept that my ship is dead. I understand why people like Elphaba, Glinda and Fiyero, I'm just jealous that these characters seem to be the only ones getting attention, but it's understandable because they're the main characters in the musical)

I'm hoping that one day, Liir and Trism follow the steps of Achilles and Patroclus and go viral so I can finally get some friends who also ship Liir/Trism

I think the wicked movie will be shit, but if there is the chance that it might convince people to read the books and maybe increase the number of Liir/Trism supporters, then I'm willing to support it

I'm incredibly starved for Liir/Trism content and will jump at any opportunity to talk about them

So yeah, thank you for coming to my TED-Talk. I'm sorry I ran my mouth so much! I just got excited that somebody asked me about Liir and Trism

[mindofharry]

In which bucky realises the mistake he made and does everything in his power to get you back.

losing you masterlist: here!

smut!! fluff!! angst!! i’m so fucking in love with this series. mean!bucky, sex and a bit of grovelling! ALSO!!! thank you for 2k, i never expected to get this far with this page. writing has always been a passion for me so thank you guys for taking time out of your day to read my stuff. i appreciate and love you all immensely <3 happy reading!

The first thing bucky notices about you not being here, is the how quiet and lonely his apartment is. Usually, your moans, whimpers and giggles fill the small space. Not anymore. The only noise he can hear is you saying those words to him.

“You’re selfish and mean. And i deserve better”

It felt like it was ringing in his ear, no matter how loud the tv is or the children running up and down the hall, it was on a continuous loop. Selfish. Mean. Deserve better. It was meant to be no strings attached, something to let off a little steam. But then bucky got those butterflies, he wanted to take you dancing, take you to meet his friends. He didn’t like the feeling, so he didn’t the only thing he knew how to do.

Push you away.

Bucky didn’t like how he felt with you, he couldn’t understand it. He felt like he couldn’t be that person for you no matter how fucking hard he tried, bucky couldn’t be the one you cuddled up with after a stressful day. He couldn’t be the one cooking dinner for you. And he most definitely can’t be the person loving you, he’s just not programmed for that. Bucky hasn’t felt love in decades. He doesn’t know how to process it yet.

Bucky knew what he did was wrong and now laying on the ground, his back against the hard wood, the only thing he wanted was you. Y/N.

Bucky wanted Y/N.

He decided then and there, he would fix himself up, go to his therapist. And get you back.

Back in your apartment, you were still in your dress, only this time your make up was smudged and your date was cancelled. Who were you kidding? Nobody could replace bucky barnes, nobody. Fuck, you love him so much. This feeling, it’s so big. It feel like it’s taking up all of your body, this fire so big that no one can put out. Bucky is a drug, and you’ve definitely become addicted.

After what felt like hours staring at your wall, you decide it’s best to head to bed and just forget about what a disaster this night has been.

“So” Dr Raynor said, crossing her legs over. Bucky was sat in front of her, his legs bouncing up and down as his therapist tried to figure him out. Bucky hated therapy. He hated everything to do with it, he would rather be put in jail than do this bullshit sharing feelings thing.

But if he wanted any chance of getting you back, in his bed, kissing him than he would do it.

Bucky barnes was officially smitten.

“Tell me” Dr Raynor said, leaning foward. “What’s going on, james?” She asked and bucky sighed placing a hand over his eyes.

“I need help” He said and Dr Raynor nodded. “Well, yeah. That much is obvious” She teased making bucky roll his eyes.

“With a girl” He said and his therapist grunted leaning back in her seat. Bucky hasn’t been this embarrassed since middle school when he peed his pants and had to go home early, everyone laughed at him in the playground. He never forgot that, but right now, his therapist trying to keep her laughs in made him feel a little small and fragile.

“Fine. I’ll find someone else” He mumbled, moving to get up. Dr Raynor settled herself down and held her hand up to stop him. “Oh, be quiet. Tell me about this girl” She said putting her notebook down. Bucky looked down at his hands and smiled.

It almost startled the therapist, she’d never seen him smile like that. Or ever, for that matter.

“Y/N” He started.

“Y/N is the most beautiful and wise woman i’ve ever met” He said. “Always there for me, willing to do just about anything i asked her to do. Fuck, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me, since well ever” Bucky said and the therapist nodded.

“But i fucked it up. Said somethings i didn’t mean and now she won’t even look me in the eye. I was so shitty to her just because i couldn’t admit my own feelings.” Bucky groaned and Dr raynor nodded agreeing.

“James, what do you want me to tell you? You messed up, now go and apologise” She said and buckys eyes widened. “I can’t just apologise to her” He said and his therapist lifted her hand up.

“Exactly. Problem solved”

Bucky made a noise of complaint while dr raynor packed up her stuff. “See you next week, lover boy” she said walking out of the room and leaving bucky to his own thoughts.

Flowers? Chocolates? Dancing? A poem? What do women like you, like these days? God, he’s still way too new in this world to be thinking about these things. But he really fucking needs you. He needs you and your jokes, you and your witty nature.

Bucky just needs you, and he’s about to do anything in his power to get you back, starting with an apology.

You were sitting in your living room a glass of wine in your hand and new girl on in the background. Your mind was somewhere else, you’ve just felt off all day. You keep zoning out, not being able to concentrate. Is this what a broken heart feels like? A knock on the door brings out of your thoughts and back to reality. A shitty fucking reality. You sigh and put your wine down on the table and make your way over the front door, you nearly tripped over your stiletto heels on the way there. You didn’t move them last night because you were so exhausted and out of it.

Opening the door you see bucky. Just the man you didn’t want to see, you begin to close the door in his face when his foot blocks it. “Please, just hear me out” He begged and you sighed crossing your arms over your chest.

“Can i come in?” Bucky asked and you scoffed.

“Why should i let you come in? Do you remember what you did the last time?” You said and bucky placed a hand over his eyes, obviously frustrated. You didn’t understand why, he made your place in his life pretty clear.

“I should come in because i need to apologise to you. For everything. The way i treated you and the things i said. I need to apologise, so please let me in”

You sighed and opened up the door wider and walked down the hallway. You sat back down on the couch taking a gulp of you wine. You were so easy, you thought. You barley put up a fight, you should’ve just closed the door in his face. But you did want to hear what he had to say, what bullshit apology he’d come up with.

“So?” You said and bucky nodded sitting beside you.

“I miss you” He started and you rolled your eyes. “No, fuck. I do miss you, but i’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry” Bucky said grabbing your hand. You wanted to pull away but you just couldn’t, his hand felt so good in yours. You leaned over and put your wine on the coffee table. Bucky took that as permission to take your other hand.

“I had feelings for you, no i have feelings for you. I just, i’m not good at expressing myself, i’m working on it. My therapist told me to get you flowers and shit, but i left them in my apartment and this is just a whole mess” Bucky ranted, you had to bite your lip to make you not burst out with laughter.

“You talked about to your therapist?” You asked, giggling. Fuck, even your laugh is beautiful. What is there not love about you?

“I’m sorry” He said, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “I have feelings for you, and i didn’t know how to express that. So i pushed you away and treated you so badly. I’m going to apologise for that until the day i die. I just, i like you a lot Y/N” he said and you could feel your cheeks burn.

You really weren’t expecting that.

“My thought process was that i would never be that person, you know that boyfriend who’s ready to cook dinner and take the dogs for a walk” He said and you nodded understand.

“But i’m willing to do that for you, if you’d give me another chance”

You looked up at him, staring into those beautiful wide eyes. This is what you’ve been waiting for.

“Bucky....”

He moved closer to you bringing a hand to your cheek. “Please, i have hundreds of flowers and like 10 boxes of chocolates back in my apartment. Come back with me? Please?” He asked, so much vulnerability could be heard. You sighed and looked around.

You didn’t deserve what happened, but you know he’s sorry. Maybe a little more grovelling? Make up sex is the best, though. You contemplate a little longer and then nod.

“Yeah, i’ll stay at yours for a bit”

Bucky nearly cried when you said that. Maybe he’d actually have a chance.

He helped you up from the couch and watched you get your shoes. He could get use to this. “You ready?” He asked holding out his hand, you nodded taking it. It felt nice to be wanted.

After a short walk to buckys apartment, your met with (literally hundreds) of yellow flowers. You could cry, he did this all for you? You lift your hand to your mouth and look around the room.

“Do you hate it? I can get better-“

You interrupt him with a peck to the lips. He was shocked, but he didn’t hesitate with kissing you back. He placed both of his hands on the side of your head and as you gasped, he slipped his tongue in.

“Fuck, i missed you” you said in between kisses, you moved your hands to his chest. Bucky pulled away and moved back.

“I just want you to know, that i wasn’t planning on seducing you or anything. If you want i have sex we will, if you don’t, then we’ll watch a movie. There’s no pressure” He said reassuring you. You smirked and pecked his lips.

“Why don’t we go to your bedroom?”

Bucky pulls you along to his room, lifting you up once he opens the door. “Your room is messy” You said and Bucky laughed. “Hasn’t been the same without you” He said and you pouted, kissing his lips.

“I’m sorry about that, let me help you?” You said taking your shirt off, leaving you only in your pjs short and bare breasts. Bucky was staring at you intently, making your nipples harden. He reached out and ran his fingers across your nipples making you moan with pleasure. His finger was cold and just what you needed.

“Strip and then you’re going to ride me. Been too long princess” Bucky said and you nodded quickly taking your shorts and skimpy underwear off.

“Fuck” Bucky said as you lay down on the bed, legs wide open. You were dripping wet, your hands coming down to play with yourself a little. “You’re gorgeous,” He said, kissing the inside of your thigh.

“Seems like you’re wet enough for me, yeah? i’ll play with you more later” He said and you nodded, just wanting him to be in you.

Bucky rolled over and took a condom out from the door, he quickly got out of his clothes and you almost moaned at the sight of him putting on that condom. He really does like hot doing anything.

Bucky lays down his head on his pillow and you quickly and swiftly move to sit on his lap, your knees either side of him.

You placed his cock, in your dripping pussy and loved the sound he made. Bucky groaned, his hands coming to your hips immediately, to guide you at a good pace. Your hands moved to his chest, scratching at it slightly, bucky moaned at that too. Pain kink, you figured that out pretty quickly. You began to move your hips and created a good rhythm.

“Oh, god” You whimpered, as you bounced on Bucky's cock.

“Missed you, and this” Bucky said and you nodded, your hips bucking.

You begin to move faster and faster, the bed frame hitting against the wall and bucky groans and your whimpers the only thing you can hear. God, you missed him and his cock so much. Bucky is so deep inside of you, you can feel everything. He’s so good at this, sometimes he doesn’t even have to try.

“This…. is so good…..” You said whimpering, leaning down to peck his lips. Bucky responded, moving his hands to your breasts and giving them a squeeze.

“Are you gonna cum?” He asked, bucking his hips up fucking you faster. You nodded and moaned.

“Please! Oh fuck” You screamed, feeling that pleasure start to build up. As the both of you came down from your highs, bucky brought you into his chest.

“I’m never losing you again”

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