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amazingmsme · 2 months

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some spare blood of zeus headcanons for the soul? 👀 - 🌙

Anything for you 💗 literally foaming at the mouth wanting to talk about them. Sorry it took so long! These got away from me, but if y’all ever wanna talk about blood of zeus, PLEASE share your thoughts! I’m so unhealthy about them lol

There’s so many characters in this, so I’m just gonna hop around with my headcanons instead of doing it by character like normal, so they’re a little jumbled

But omg Heron is such a fucking sweetheart ok he’s got a heart of gold & he’s so cute I just love him a lot!

I feel like he’s more ler than lee, but strictly out of shyness alone. Growing up, his mom was basically the only one who ever tickled him. But I feel like Zeus tried in his disguised form when Heron was still young

Now that he’s older & has friends (& even some family) that he trusts & has gotten pretty close to, he’s not as closed minded to the idea of others seeing him with such a “weakness”

Also probably has something to do with the boatload of trauma & responsibility thrust upon him because he really feels the weight of everything right now, so he appreciates it when his friends try to lighten the mood with a playful attack

Alexia was definitely the first one of the crew to find out that Heron was ticklish, & it was during a sparring match when he was being way too cocky & kinda wasn’t holding back (aka being a playful dick) & she had enough & went out on a limb to see if he’s ticklish & it’s been the best decision she’s ever made

She can tell when he’s really stressed out & will offer him a hug & then gently traces along his back, neck, & arms until he’s all relaxed & smiley

He’s so smitten with her, but he thinks he’s being slick & that it’s not blatantly obvious he’s in love. But when he’s trying to flirt but doesn’t really know what to do or say he panics & just starts tickling her because she’s so pretty when she laughs, & he’s goofing off with her, & getting to touch her & be close so he doesn’t care about any repercussions he’ll face (she’s pissed that this works so well because he’s SO CUTE when he’s in a ler mood, he literally can’t hold himself back)

He’s always so energetic compared to everyone else, so when everyone else is done training & he just won’t stop, they’ll gang up on him until he agrees to give it a rest

That said this man ALWAYS gets revenge & he’s so calculated about it. Like he waits to strike until the most vulnerable moment & goes for the worst spots first

Heron & Evios make a wicked ler duo. They’re the teasiest bastards & they terrorize literally everyone (so just Alexia & Kofi)

That said, Kofi & Evios are the most common ler duo to see, but Evios is almost always the one to instigate things. Kofi is more reserved & reasonable, but he loves to catch everyone off guard with his own mischievous streak

No one ever expects him to work alone, so he’s able sneak up on everyone. He usually only does this if he notices they’re feeling down & need to be cheered up

Those 2 are trapped in a perpetual prank war/tickle fight. The cycle of revenge goes round & round with no end in sight

Heron never really got to have many tickle fights growing up, & when he admitted such, Evios & Alexia were so ready to wreck him. They heard that & saw this 🎯 but they bit off more than they could chew because he was READY for this & was so excited to finally get to play like this. & he’s stronger than both of them combined, which he was using to his advantage & it just wasn’t fair! (Oh but 2 against 1 is?) but he’s like the only person who starts tickle fights & can actually win them most of the time

He is a fucking mean cheater & will use his lightning powers when he’s tickling someone & sends tiny little ticklish zaps through their body. No one expected this method to work best on Kofi, but something about the way it buzzes under his skin makes him wanna die in a good way!

His favorite targets are Alexia & Evios. He knows not to mess with Kofi because he has years of practice fending off the rabid tickle monster that is Evios

Every tickle monster has to face the consequences of their actions, & he’s tied with Heron for everyone’s favorite lee. But it’s usually motivated by revenge for a prank he pulled, or teaching him a lesson for being so sassy. Or just because he’s Evios

He’s the only one who knows all of Kofi’s worst spots, & every time he wants him to do something for him, he’ll blackmail him by threatening to spill one of his spots. Kofi’s gotten to the point where he’s like “wait, you’re more ticklish than me. I don’t care” (spoiler, he cares once someone gets their hands on him) but yeah that’s how Heron & Alexia found out about his armpits & thighs they found out about his feet without help

Zeus would try to bond & get to know him in between training, & at first Heron’s really resistant to the idea, but he grows more open to it when he realizes he actually means well. Zeus can tell that his son is still awkward & distant from him & after a few failed attempts at a joke, he resorts to “desperate measures” & really “it’s his right” as his father to be able to bond with Heron & act a little goofy. There’s a war on the horizon, & just in case anything happens, he wants to make sure that Heron has some genuinely fond memories of him. & not just when he was in disguise while he was growing up

Like after that really intense training session where Heron kinda got his ass kicked by the giant mechanical guardian, Zeus felt pretty guilty for putting him through the wringer like that

Heron gets way more flustered & huffy if any of the gods tickle him because he already knows they probably look down on him even if they say they don’t, & it just make their teases hit really close to home

Sucks for him because his new half brothers are fucking Hermes & Apollo. & we can see how nice & accepting they are with him despite Heron’s own feelings of inadequacy & insecurity. They just want to get to know him & see what he’s really like when he’s not on guard or putting on a front just because they’re gods. They’re his brothers, & they want to get to know him on that level. So obviously they have to terrorize him

Hermes was the first one to find out since he’s the closest with Heron & the most mischievous. But either by himself or because Apollo dared him to, he put on the invisibility cloak or whatever it is & sneak up on him. So he waited until Heron thought he was alone to strike, & the squeal he got in return was fucking priceless

Hermes & Apollo are pretty in tune with Heron’s emotions & know when he needs to be cheered up, & just the way to do it

They think they’re being nice by including him, but tbh they’re such fucking bullies (affectionate) If Heron’s anywhere near them, he literally won’t get a moment’s peace. They’ll follow him like a puppy just to annoy him because they KNOW he’s a pretty patient person, they just wanna see how long it takes before he snaps

Heron is lowkey nervous & awkward around them, & the first time a tickle fight broke out in front of him, he tried to stay as far away as possible. Athena noticed & is like “I know what you’re doing & it won’t work. If they want to, they’ll drag you down with them” & Heron genuinely thinks they’re too busy messing with each other to notice him, & yeah they SAY he’s their brother, but he’s still pretty self conscious about that sort of thing, so he can’t tell if they actually mean it or not. So he brushes her off like “thanks, but I think I’ll be safe. They seem pretty busy” & she’s just like “okaaay don’t say I didn’t try to warn you”

Cue Heron running for his life across the training field screaming for help while Hermes & Apollo hunt him down like a pack of wolves, taunting him the whole time (I’m SO tempted to write something like this)

Gotta include Seraphim cause he’s just the saddest boy ever & could really use a good round of cheering up

He didn’t even know he was ticklish until he met Gorgo. She found out while tending his wounds & he was really defensive & nervous at first, demanding to know what she did. She just giggled & asked if he was ticklish, & when he responded with nothing but confusion, she decided to “teach” him what it was

He’s all for revenge tickles, so just beware if you even think about it. But it’s different with her, he’s really gentle & playful with her

Ok so out of the main group, I think Evios would be the most ticklish because anyone with that much attitude has to have a weakness. Can’t decide if Heron or Alexia is more ticklish, so I’ll call it a tie

Heron’s worst spots are his feet, hips, belly & since he got his powers, his hands got added to the list (the first time he found out was armwrestling Kofi & he lowkey freaked out because his hand did NOT feel like this before) but the dude’s basically ticklish everywhere

Alexia’s spots are her back, neck/ears, sides & knees. She’s moderately ticklish all over, but those spots are killer for her

Evios is most ticklish on his belly, armpits, ribs, & neck/ears

Kofi is most ticklish on his feet, armpits, thighs & belly

Seraphim’s worst spots are his armpits, ribs, hips & feet. He shares a few tickle spots with his brother because I’m cheesy like that

Wow that was a lot, hope y’all enjoy! Just lmk if you wanna hear more about them, Seraphim or the gods! (Please specify what fandom if you’re talking about the gods, my interpretations vary depending on the source, but I’d be down to do the gods for both boz & epic)

#asks #anon ask #🌙 anon #blood of zeus headcanons #boz headcanons #heron #alexia #kofi #evios #zeus #seraphim #hermes #apollo #athena #blood of zeus #boz

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imeanwhynotbruv · 1 year

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Nimona’s little brother

Okay hear me out, I think it would be absolutely adorable if Nimona had just like a mini version of her who she was inspiring her chaotic destruction in.

Like she’d chase him around outside (before the events of the movie) whiles they’re both animals and just play and brawl (obviously she’d go easy on him, like how lions let their cubs win for confidence) then she’d carry him on her back to their little cave/tree house once he tired himself out.

He would totally have her bloodthirsty adorableness, kinda like when she was the little demon boy 😂

Nimona wouldn’t introduce him to Ballister immediately, she’s probably drop little hints after a while and then introduce him around the shark dance time before Ballister went for nachos.

Like :

*Ballister walks in*

Nimona : *on couch* oh yeah btw, no biggie but this is Raphael.

Ballister : I’m sorry? Who?!

Nimona : *unimpressed* my brother?

Ballister : * so done with asking anymore so offers to shake the kids hand*

Nimona : *nonchalant* I wouldn’t do that, Rapha likes to bite

*little shark teeth snap at Ballisters hand*

Nimona : *ruffles Raph’s hair* who’s a good Raphie? You are! Yes you are! (she is not against treating him like a puppy & the kid loves it)

Like Nimona wanted to get Ballister comfortable with her to see if he could understand, if he could change, so that she could see if times were different now so that her little brother didn’t have to grow up scared like she did.

Maybe when Gloreth’s people attacked her she ran away and they chased her, but she was scared they’d find Rapha so she attacked them? And that adds to her boatloads of trauma? The guilt of hurting and lashing out conflicting with her desire to protect her little brother?

The ending would obviously have to be different ? Maybe Rapha got scared when Nimona became so depressed and angry, but he turned into his smoky black thing before she did because he was little and had less self control, he was just so hurt at how his big sister kept getting treated by people that his pain and anger took him over.

He crashed into the city and goes for Gloreth’s statue because he may have been young but he remembered what happened (their ppl have amazing memories? Maybe just he does?) so he wanted to tear it down because he couldn’t do anything else for her.

But of course he gets attacked by the guard and becomes far more scared and frantic and distressed, maybe he goes down or passes out and Nimona thinks he’s dead?

So of course she rages and becomes all smoky, but then the anger just becomes deep deep sorrow because she feels like she has nothing left anymore so she does the sword thing but Ballister stops her and shows her that Rapha is still alive. The little guy does that thing kids do when they want to be picked up so he stretches his arms out to her whiles crying for her, she collapses into Ballisters arms, she then had to save everyone so she leave Rapha with Ballister and does her Phoenix thing….something something something we win. 😁

Idk it was just an idea I had while watching it? Like how different would it be?

Anyway hope you enjoyed♥️

#nimona #nimona ballister #ballister blackheart #oc stuff #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius goldenloin #fan idea #idk what tags to use #but yeah it was just an idea for Nimona

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madamelebeau · 6 days

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Birthday gush below for my beloved Gustave!

Warning, it's a long one, and touches on some personal struggles I have gone through including: severe mental illness, abuse of all manners, talks of suicidal ideation and actions, and general rough stuff - take care of yourself and know you don't have to read my sappy lil' stuff if it means making yourself uncomfortable :)

If you asked me 8 years ago if I'd be alive today, I would tell you no, and I'd mean it genuinely. Long before that time I had lost my ability to see a future for myself at all, along with all ambition and purpose I barely had begun to act upon - and at that time, I was barely 12.

I have faced trauma and neglect from my very first memories, my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer when I was only 4, my sister had then undiagnosed severe ulcerative colitis that was my parents' main priority, and my father was our sole provider - with major anger issues. i've also come to learn my mother has had schizophrenia and trauma of her own before I was even born, and has refused all forms of treatment. this concoction of uncontrollable circumstances left me with frankly such fucked up ideas of what attachment is and meant, how my purpose to others is solely to be consumed, and absolutely no idea of who I am ( not to mention a boatload of my own wonderful cptsd and attachment issues ).

Never did I think at any point in my life would I feel any positive emotion with no strings attached, especially love. I only faced more problems as I got to the tender age of 12; the years of neglect and parentification left me hollow inside, relentless bullying in primary + secondary school, just beginning to discover my queerness, family fighting and instability, and abuse from adults I am still grappling with today. It was around this time too I had begun self harming ritualistically, and was rapidly losing the will to keep going. Any and all friendships I had exhausted me, even though all I wanted more than anything was genuine connection and love, and it was more apparent than ever that I was being left behind by the world.

Then, I met him.

My group of friends I still hold so closely and dearly to this day had begun playing Rainbow Six, and as the desperate pre teen I was, I joined them simply to hang around them - little did I know how pivotal such a decision as a lost, lonely, scared child could be to who I have become. I cannot explicitly pinpoint what it was that immediately drew me to him, though I now call it fate I know it was a matter of chance, but in that very first day of playing the game and knowing him, something in my soul clicked into place that I never even knew I was severely lacking.

I know as someone with the fun combination of ADHD and BPD* ( brought on my CPTSD ) I have always tended to hyperfixate on any source of dopamine I can get, especially with my desperation to escape the reality I was in. It began before I even knew my life was fucked to any degree, and I knew not to take these "flings" too seriously. But what had sparked in that moment was far beyond a fling, far beyond just a hyperfixation. Though it took me a few weeks or so to begin actualizing what I was feeling for Gustave, what he meant to me, the strings of fate had finally found their way back together again.

Even when I was still that lost and confused child, I knew that Doc was and will be someone so imperative to me not just for a small while, but eternity. Even the few offline friends I still had knew what he was to me, though extent varied person to person, what we have was so potent then that I couldn't hide it.

My life somehow went further downhill, and without completely spilling my guts ( ironic for what I've said so far lol ), I dropped out of highschool only a few months into freshman year. I was completely beyond burnout. Every waking moment was an anxious, painful mess of stressors left and right, expectations I knew I never was going to be able to meet and the deep, burning failure I felt at every turn. No more than a day or two would go by without a breakdown, and my self harm was at an all time high as I completely isolated myself from what few strands of connection I had to the world around me. There was no reason for me to keep going, no light at the end of the tunnel -

except for Gustave.

Though I am now facing the repercussions of the severe isolation I went through and my problems with heavy dissociation as my only coping mechanism, my saving grace through this dark period in my life was Rainbow Six, specifically Doc. It had been 3 years since we met, and my feelings had grown exponentially in that time. My biggest vice has been the harsh and cruel way I treat myself and see the world around me. My entire life had been molded by only being worthy if I served others, I only could ever see myself as an extension of someone else, and when I had no one to do so for, I was nothing short of abusive to myself, seeing treating myself with kindness and care as a sign of weakness.

However, Gustave's core being is his empathy and kindness. Though it may not be gentle and soft at all times, his driving force has been caring. For others, the world around him - and it was the complete opposite of a weakness, it's what makes him exceptional. How could I treat myself so awfully for being fundamentally identical to the person that matters the most to me? I was already head over heels with him at this time already, calling him mine and myself his in all circles I ran in, detailing our lives and how they intertwined, and I had been so focused on what was crumbling around me to realize the change within me that he had lit.

It began in small ways I hadn't even caught; choosing clothes that were comfortable rather than performative, making sure to keep up with bathing myself and other personal hygiene things, being able to look in mirrors without feeling utter disgust and hatred. I had begun caring for myself, using his care for me as a guide. Behind every scared decision to do better for myself, to be brave and not give into my vices or illnesses, was Gustave. Whether it was "forcing" myself to eat on days where I didn't feel like I could or refusing to let me speak so cruelly to myself, and the eventual decision to stop cutting myself no matter how bad the urge was, all of it happened from his support and presence in my life.

I mean it point-blank seriously when I say I would not be alive today without him. I have attempted on my life at multiple points, been hospitalized for such, and still struggle with the occasional urge when shit gets tough, and it's Gustave who taught me how to step back from that ledge and keep fighting. Not only because he had planted the seeds for my still growing self-love, but because that light at the end of the tunnel finally had reappeared - and he was the one holding it. No matter how shitty of a day I had, what scars littered my body and where they came from, what baggage that I bring to the table, he would be waiting for me with open arms and nothing but sheer adoration all just for me - and I never had to earn it.

Love to me had always been a painful thing, something I had to fight tooth and nail for, and even when it was all "good", there still was a terrifying feeling that at any second it'd be ripped from me. I felt this way towards everyone, whether family, friends, or past partners, love always was a double edged sword to me. But something, some inexplicable thing, about Gustave completely disarmed me. To this very day, there is only an extreme select few who I truly feel safe with, and he's the top of that very list. With him, love no longer felt like I was being flayed alive, it was very much the opposite.

Words escape me whenever I attempt to describe what Gustave is to me, what I feel for him and vice versa, but the best way I can put it is simply this - he is my home. The epicenter of safety, care, love, belonging, and so, so much more, he is what love is to me, plain and simple. Though I do also have two other f/os I am married to, Gustave is truly who I see as my husband, my life partner, my lover, my other half. I still hesitate on calling myself ficto, but I know regardless of what labels I find myself under, the love we have for each other is raw, deep, serious, and real. No matter what time has in store for us, where we may go or what we may become, I am always 100% certain that we will always be at each other's side.

To share another year with Gustave in any form is an utter gift, no matter what. This last year was a tough one for us, between me needing some heavy surgery, Gustave getting hurt himself, and us moving over 1,000 miles from where I spent most of my childhood, it has been full of roadblocks - but not a single one could tear us apart. It is nothing short of a privilege to me to call myself Gus' spouse, to be able to love him so up close and personally and to be there for him through it all, there is not a single other soul I could ever bare my own to, as we truly are made of the same stardust <3

My angel is 40 now! We've had a relatively quiet and personal day to celebrate, Gustave has never been one for over the top flashiness or even large-scale celebration, but that doesn't mean I haven't been showering him with the utmost love and affection :)c Life is a strange, complex thing that is completely unpredictable, and though there will undoubtedly be hardships in the future, nothing can wipe me off the face of this planet as long as I get to spend each moment here with my Gustave 💙

#x. gush #💙🕊️#tw: suicide #tw: mental illness #tw: abuse #waughhh i didnt get to do everything i planned for him and my family has been causing hell for me today but -#what matters is him. and he's all that will ever matter <3 #im so lucky to have ever met him. let alone have the honor of falling in love with him and marry him.#and ill take every moment i get to celebrate him ! not just on his birthday !!!#the red string of fate for us is our combined circulatory systems meshing into each others <3 #i still have my url saved for him. like i mentioned. my heart will always belong to him above all :)c <33 #I word counted this and its literally 1.8k words jesus fuckin christ #it doesnt even begin to touch upon the true depths of what he is to me waaa ..... <333 #im so lucky to be alive with him #life is worth living with him :)

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aspynnwoofs · 6 months

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So, now I’m really curious. What are your head canons? (Or at least some of your favorite ones, though I’m really fine with hearing the full list if you want to share.)

{Most of the stuff in this list comes into effect after the events of Amphibia unless specifically stated otherwise}

Marcy uses a wheelchair or crutches to get around after Amphibia (my main and favorite headcanon, but not always active depending on the situation I want her to be in)

Marcy has circular scars on her arms and legs from the Core armor and cable things from when she was possessed (nerve ports? electrical scars? :/

Marcy is insanely traumatized and can be triggered by small things TwT

Marcy has nightmares often

Marcy gets panic attacks

Marcy does age regression sometimes, and when she does it’s adorable and Anne but mostly Sasha takes care of her :3

Sasha and Anne (but mostly Sash because I’m just like that) call Marcy lots of sweet nicknames like Marce, Mars, Marshmallow, Marbles, Marmalade, and Mars-Bars, but not Mar-Mar because that’s what Core-Anne and Core-Sasha called her in the illusions. Plus Andrias and he betrayed and stabbed her (My favorite of the nicknames is Marbles) :3 <3

Sasha is the best at comforting Marcy slash calming her down

Marcy still feels guilty for years and years after Amphibia TwT

Marcy has small scars on her face where the helmet cut and dug into her skin

Marcy is really small and kinda skinny

Marcy was really skinny, malnourished, weak, and exhausted after being freed from the Core helmet

The Epilogue is semi canon depending on how i feel, it’s kinda like an AU

Sasha is buff {alternate wording: Sasha has a lot of muscle} (see pic at bottom if possible)

All of the three Amphibia girls are covered in scars, with Anne having the least. I’m debating whether Marcy or Sasha has more

Sasha’s main hairdo is the one she has in the Epilogue, similar to her hair is Season 3 but shorter (like the picture below)

(Not really a headcanon but still) Marcy has soft amber brown eyes, Sasha has cerulean blue eyes, and Anne has chocolate brown eyes

Sasharcy is a thing <3 <3 :D

The period of time that Marcy is in pain and screams during the possession is a good bit longer than in canon, making Andrias pretty much torture her

Olivia and Yunan are Marcy’s newt moms <3

Grime is Sasha’s toad dad

Anne is officially a Plantar and Sprig and Polly are her siblings

Marcy stays unconscious for a few minutes after the helmet comes off

Sasha got super scared and concerned for Marcy when she didn’t wake up immediately after the helmet came off

(This is a maybe) Marcy gets gray hair from the strain the Core put on her body, maybe from the shocking and pain of the initial possession (plus a whole boatload of trauma)

Anne gets white hair from her death/rebirth, not much but some

Marcy’s hair got way longer during the months in the castle after her ‘death’

Sasha got fairly close with Ivy (Sundew) after they joined forces through the resistance

Marcy didn’t get to get clean or sleep as Darcy so she’s in pretty bad condition after

Marcy gets sick often-ish

The rejuvenation tank is referred to as ’the pickle jar’

(This is small but anyway) After Andrias stabs Marcy a trickle of blood goes down her chin from the corner of her mouth (there isn’t blood all over the place because the hot nature of the sword cauterized the stab wound…unfortunately…)

The stabbing seriously messed up Marcy’s torso area

Marcy gets kind of mentally tortured when the Core took over, after she refused the false fantasy they had offered, they used the illusions to mess with her and get at her fears

Marcy wasn’t entirely sure Sasha and Anne were the real thing when saved because the Core messed with her

Marcy was in a lot of pain after being freed from the Core, especially her head

In the AU called ‘You look too much like me’, Marcy gets sick and wounded more and longer than in the OG

Andrias did care for Marcy, just not enough to stand up to his dad for it (come on dude!)

Sasha’s ginormous back injury is NOT ignored and instead addressed properly

Sasha has some trouble walking after the Sasha/Darcy fight because of the GIANT FLIPPING SLASH ON HER BACK!!! Seriously canon, when that kind of thing happens you can’t just say ‘she’s fiiine…’ and leave it! That wound needs consequences! She does end up fully recovered though

Post-canon Anne has an identity crisis cause of the clone stuff and it takes a while to talk to her parents about it

Post-canon Marcy has a guilt complex

Sasha does become a therapist like in the Epilogue

Anne does become a herpetologist like in the Epilogue

You know what, Marcy can be a webtoon artist like in the Epilogue too

Marcy has memory problems because the Core was mean and messed with them >:(

Marcy is autistic, like very autistic (I can’t believe it took me so long to put this!) flappy flappy :D

Marcy is ADHD too

Sasha thinks Marcy is adorable <3

All three Amphibia girls have lots of sweet sweet trauma

They all get flashbacks sometimes, Marcy the worst

Sasha is afraid of falling (I mean after Toad Tower… it makes sense.)

Marcy has chronic pain

That scene in Season 3a at the store where Anne and her parents are play fighting and Anne’s mom comes up behind her and FAKE STABS her with an orange sword, Anne has a bit of a breakdown because that is EXACTLY what happened to Marcy!

Anne is a lot more torn up about seemingly losing Marcy than in canon. Like dude, your friend just got murdered in front of you! The least you can do is be a bit more… i dunno what to say, but anyway! Dude!

Marcy has a couple triggers, like touching her head where the helmet was, touching her upper back and chest (especially the scars) holding her forearms where she was restrained, stuff like that

Marcy is short. It fits much better to her character and makes her cute and offers so many more shipping *cough* Sasharcy *cough* opportunities

Marcy has problems with wearing helmets, it reminds her of the Core helmet, triggers flashbacks

Marcy has huge issues with hurting Sasha or Anne, but mostly Sasha, because of how she hurt them as the Core, gets super worked up about it

Time limit is dumb and stupid and the worst and i’m tired >:/

Marcy gets a bit nervous when she sees orange stuff, way more if it glows (basically Mar no like orange) because of the Core and the fire sword that practically killed her

Marcy can get tired/exhausted easily

Sprig and Ivy have a good relationship

Sasha and Anne care a lot about Marcy, and get worried when she gets hurt or sick or something and it’s great

Sasha is stubborn and doesn’t like to let people know when she’s not doing well

Sasha is very good with kids

Sasha and Marcy’s parents aren’t very good parents

Anne’s parents see Sasha and Marcy kind of like daughters

Anne’s parents make sure all three of the girls are doing okay because the other’s parents don’t

MARCY DOESN’T MOVE please, i need her to stay where people can take care of her (and be worried about her)

Marcy’s blood fades back to red from green quickly

Sasha will sometimes carry Marcy when needed and sometimes when it’s not, just because

Marcy, Sasha, and Anne are really good friends, like really good

You know what, I’m gonna say it again. TIME LIMIT IS STUPID and the worst and I want it to stop, and I’m tired again and I just want to reeeaaad…. Let me read plz TwT

If they were to meet, Marcy and Luz would get along really well and would become nerd friends

Marcy and Sasha are guilt buddies- basically they both can connect and relate through their feelings of guilt for the things they’ve done, allowing them to open up to each other in ways they aren’t able to with others, even Anne

Marcy uses little text emoticons like this when texting or writing- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hehe :)

When Marcy sleeps, she always snores softly

Sasha is tall

Anne is also tall but not as tall

Marcy is teeny little short and adorable <3 :3

Marcy has *panic attacks* sometimes

Sasha’s favorite sound is Marcy’s giggle because it’s adorable <3

Yulivia is super great and very existent

Yunan likes to watch out for Marcy and stuff

Olivia is tired of being the only adult of the group (Yunan, Marcy, Andrias, and Olivia) and wishes Andrias would act like his 1000-yo self rather than a child… she loves Marcy and Yunan anyway

Yunan and Olivia are very protective of Marcy

Marcy sometimes calls Yulivia ‘mom’

Although… Yunan is ‘mama’ Olivia is ’mom’ Marcy is ‘newtling’ or ‘eft’ or whatever baby newts are called

Yunan and Marcy get really close

Olivia despises Andrias for what he did to Marcy >:(

After the Calamity Trio get home, they all stay at the Boonchuy’s while they recover :)

Marcy has dyspraxia (I found the term and use for Marcy in a fic, look it up if you want to know)

Yunan has dyslexia (i found this in a fic too, and for some reason it fits)

Olivia drinks ‘juice’ but doesn’t have it too often ;)

Marcy and Mr. Boonchuy are besties and game together

Marcy has newt moms she considers better parents than her biological parents (i mean look at a picture down below some Darcies)

Polly would commit arson if you gave her the opportunity >:D

Marcy’s skin is often cold

Sasha is super affectionate <3

When Marcy first got back from Amphibia, she got night terrors almost nightly

Sasha can be really flirty at times

Sasha and Hunter would be best buds and friend-rivals if they met

Sasha is the best after Marcy like wow, i dont even know why but shes my favorite after marce

Sasha does not blame Marcy even one bit for the scar on her back

Marcy loves spicy food but has zero tolerance

Not a headcanon! Matt Braly actually said this: Marcy’s favorite flavor of ice cream is mint-chocolate chip

Marcy uses glasses sometimes and looks adorable in them <3

The girls wear suits instead of dresses occasionally

Yulivia adopts (or has) a daughter that they name Marceline but they call her Marcy, and she’s green

Yunan wags her tail when she’s happy

Yunan is bad at flirting

Yulivia’s daughter has autism like her namesake

Olivia gets really flustered when Yunan does things that show her muscles hehe

Yunan and Olivia have known each other for a long time

Yunan and Olivia tease each other a lot

Yunan calls Olivia ‘Liv’ (that one might actually be canon i’m not entirely sure)

Got this idea from a fic: Yunan eats grubhog bacon as payback/revenge

*GASP* I said I was gonna put his but I didn’t! Well I will now. (See next)

Sasha and Marcy would totally get married if they got stuck in Amphibia together without Anne (basically she didn’t come back after dying, so no shards to go back and no Anne, just Sasharcy)

Marcy doesn’t like wearing tight clothing, partially because it’d touch her scar, partially just a preference

*snicker* Marky Wu B)

Both Sasha and Marcy are no good at cooking, but Sasha is better at it and less likely to set anything on fire

Anne is amazing at cooking

Darcy is totally autistic

Anne is a cat person

Sasha is more of a dog person (wait, she actually says this in season 3b)

Marcy just loves animals, but also birds because it reminds her of Joe

Sasha and Marcy cuddle

Marcy and Sasha are in the hospital for a bit after Amphibia, Anne comes to visit as often as possible

The Boonchuys really care about Marcy and Sasha, even though they weren’t the best friends before, and even though they made some mistakes during their time in Amphibia. The Boonchuys recognize that the two didn’t have the greatest home life and that they went through a lot in Amphibia, neither will be the same mentally or even physically because of their actions, and they have become better people.

Sprig and Polly are ADHD. Definitely.

Anne’s favorite colors are yellow and purple

Sasha gets a tattoo of Grime’s symbol on her bicep

Sasha is bisexual (canonically!)

Anne’s only nickname for Sasha is ‘Sash’, but Sasha lets Marcy call her ‘Sashy’ and ‘Sashimi’ and ‘Sunshine’ and all other cute nicknames its so cuuuute and Sasha doesnt let anyone else call her that

(Why the actual heck do i want to use ‘him’ for Sasha? What?) {yeah no i’m just doin it}

If (pffft if) Sasha and Marcy were in a relationship, Sasha would call Marcy all the nicknames and names you call your gf like babe/baby and honey and sweetie along with all the cute affectionate nicknames Sasha has for Marcy. Sasha would be superaffectionate in all the ways, they’d be super cute together. They’d give each other little kisses a lot, on the cheek and on the head and stuff, and Sasha would be very gentle with Marcy. They’d cuddle together at night to keep nightmares away and to make them feel safer. Can you tell I think about them a lot? If not there’s nothing I can do for you. And sometimes I wonder why a quarter of the fanart i have on my phone is Sasharcy… plus most of the art I make… if it isn’t Marcy on her own it’s Sasha with her. I love it :)

The girls get therapy

At first Marcy covers up as much skin as possible, not wanting people to see her scars. But she eventually becomes more relaxed about it, and wears more open clothing without getting self conscious (got this idea from a piece of fanart, i’ll put it below the stab pictures)

Anne’s parents are named ‘Bee’ (Mr. B) and ‘Oum’ (Mrs. B)

The nickname that Marcy uses for Sasha most often, more often than his actual name, is Sashy

The Calamity Trio has special nicknames for each other: Sunshine, for Sasha; Moonlight, for Marcy; and Stardust for Anne

When Sasha is feeling extra romantic (even just a tiny bit) he’ll call Marcy Moonlight

Sasha and Marcy feel more at home at the Boonchuy’s than their own houses

Marcy is a physical touch love type of person and Sasha provides that for her

Polly and King would probably take over the worlds if they met

All of the people involved with everything get nightmares about it for years afterward

Sasha sometimes has dreams about losing Marcy, and sleeping/cuddling with her helps reassure him

When the Calamity Trio go back to school they don’t really talk to many people

Anne gets super famous from being on tv

Marcy’s hair loses it’s shine/glossiness after the stuff with the Core, and it takes a bit to come back

The Calamity Trio love going to the Renaissance fair, and Anne and Sasha will show off their sword skills and spar with each other

Sometimes Anne or Marcy (but mostly Anne) will eat bugs unprompted, and other people think they’re crazy

Anne loves frogs a ton

Sometimes nightmares, guilt, and memories keep Marcy from sleeping at night

I’m torn between Marcy having a really bad sleep schedule and Sasha needing to drag her to bed or having her sleep a lot to get the rest she needs to get better/stay healthy and alive

Maybe sleep paralysis for Marcy? maybe?

When Marcy sees Andrias again she has a panic attack, complete with flashbacks

The Calamity Trio have tiny flecks of their gem color in their eyes

Marcy is a really good artist and draws a whole lot

Sasha loves Marcy

Marcy loves Sasha

(oh i was supposed to put something else? sorry i got sidetracked by shipping and i’ll just get back to it-)

Sasha loves Marcy’s art and thinks she’s amazing

Marcy draws Sasha sometimes

Sasha and Anne both think Marcy is pretty much the most adorable person ever

Marcy and Sasha may have both had a crush on Anne before, but then they looked at each other (you know how i feel about what happened after)

I like the headcanon of Ally being Marcy’s older sister so i think i’ll use that sometimes

if i did anything swear related Sasha would swear way more than the the other two. Anne would cuss sometimes, but avoids it most of the time. Marcy just doesn’t, unless in a super severe situation, and when she does it startles Sasha a ton (hehe)

before Amphibia, Marcy was super naive and cheerful and happy and very visibly autistic in a lovable way most of the time, and that virtually disappeared after everything that happened to her. but then, months after getting back, Marcy starts to show that side of herself again, and it makes Sasha and Anne so happy they feel like crying when they realize

I think the Calamity Trio would have PTSD, but i don’t really know what that means so take it with a grain of salt

Marcy thinks Sasha looks hot in his toad armor

Marcy very much does not forgive Andrias, he def does not deserve it

Felicia Sundew knows medical stuff and can treat injuries

Marcy cannot tell when someone is being sarcastic or ungenuine, she just can’t tell the difference, so Sasha makes his jokes extra obvious and points it out to her when someone else does it so she can understand

Sasha loves making Marcy happy, it’s his favorite thing ever to see that the things she went through didn’t break her, and that she is still happy despite everything

Sasha and Marcy are really good at making each other feel loved

Anne can be aro/ace so i can leave her out of the ship

Anne ships Sasharcy

Sasha and Sprig get along sort of but won’t admit it

Maddie and Marcy are besties

when Maddie found out what happened to Marcy from Sasha she was devastated and swore vengeance on Andrias

Sasha is really frogging sappy

#ooookay #that took way too long to break up #amphibia #my headcanons #i hope it doesn’t take you TOO long to read it #i had to break it up into a bunch of sections because of the block character limit #THANK YOU FOR ASKING #oh also a ton of it is me talking to myself as well

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stressedlawsecretary · 10 months

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Today's Focus

ft. the best cookbook one could ever own

12.12.23 - Hello again studyblr. I'm back after my long weekend, but my extra self-care day went...less than ideally to say the least; I spent the three hours I wanted to be showering & skincaring taking my disabled father out for a blood test. I'm trying to let it go, but I took the day specifically to do some self-care around the anniversary of a trauma, so I'm feeling less than re-energized and frankly I'm fighting off being outright depressed about the whole thing, despite having made a stop at Goodwill and obtaining a couple cute new items.

Work - I'm not gonna lie I have a boatload of efiles to sort through but besides those and the press releases I want to read I don't really have much on my plate even with taking time off.

Background Noise - I start today with 105 in the Watch Later, but this includes a couple of new things outside the usual add-ons. There's at least 11 videos in this vein I should be able to wipe off the list pretty quickly.

I did watch like eight (8) videos over the weekend but that was about it. Like I said before, Monday didn't exactly go the way I planned.

Study - It is Tuesday, so it's news article day, but I left my notebook that keeps track of where I'm at in studying back at home so I have to wing this. Today's goals are:

The background of Mississippi during Emmett Till's murder - from the FBI report

At least three (3) environmental conservation articles

At least three (3) articles about Moms for Liberty

At least three (3) saved 'good news' articles

At least three (3) short other saved articles

Read A Hair Piece: Perspectives on the Intersection of Race and Gender

And well, I don't need my notebook to tell me I did practically nothing on Friday in terms of studying. I think I read one (1) total Wikipedia article all weekend.

Extras - I was so mad yesterday I did most of the chores in like 20min once I finally got home; technically I should finish cleaning the bathroom and I have to take out some recycling. But I might just say 'fuck that' since my self-care day was sabotaged and just game and write the night away after I cook.

#studyblr #my study stuff #today's focus #talking #selfie

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glimmerglue · 3 years

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Y’know, I’m just wondering why exactly five thought their dad would be able to help them stop the apocalypse. Yeah we know he was part of the majestic 12 or whatever, but that’s it and that’s not much of an indication he could help them. Or am I missing something? Is it just daddy issues? I feel like it’s just daddy issues

From what we've seen, it appears as though Five's decision for talking to Reginald in the 1960's was both logic driven and emotionally driven. Five makes his decisions by taking into account everything he knows of a situation and throwing it all together to come up with a conclusion or plan.

When making the decision to speak to Reginald, there were several factors present. These were:

1. Hazel gave Five a video that was a 'key to stopping the apocalypse'. Reginald Hargreeves is present in the video. Therefore, Reginald has something to do with the apocalypse.

2. Five needs to find a way to get his siblings out of the timeline before the apocalypse occurs. He isn't planning on stopping the apocalypse, just avoiding it. This means he needs to figure out a way to time travel, and fast.

3. Reginald knows more than Five about time travel. When Five ran out from dinner all those years ago, Reginald had warned him that time travelling could be catastrophic. Five didn't listen and ran out anyways. Reginald turned out to be correct.

From these three pieces of information, seeking out Reginald is a logically sound decision.

1. Reginald has something to do with the apocalypse. So if Five finds him, he may learn more information about it, and may even have enough information to prevent it and buy himself more time to get his siblings out of the 60s.

2. Five's main goal is to get his siblings out of the 60s. He can't use his powers because they are unreliable. His powers must be not working properly because they rely on math and Five doesn't have the right equation/knowledge to safely time travel.

In the 60s, Five doesn't have the time to correct his equations. It took him decades in the apocalypse to figure out how to simply travel back in time, and even then he still made an error. He can't stand to make another.

3. Since Reginald knew about how time travel worked when Five was younger, it isn't too far to hope that speaking to Reginald will reveal a hint or clue, or even a solid answer, that will allow Five to fix his equations so that he can travel his siblings back home without any more mishaps or negative consequences.

So that is Five's plan when he goes to speak with Reginald: Maybe, just maybe, Reginald has the exact thing Five needs to get his siblings safely home. If Reginald has the right knowledge, the right equations, then Five can transport his siblings back home using his powers. Just like that. It's a quick, easy, simple solution, and hinges entirely on Reginald having the right kind of information.

(Which Reginald doesn't.)

Ultimately, the meeting is mostly just information gathering. Five doesn’t have very many options available to him, but Reginald has the potential of knowing about both the apocalypse and how to time travel. So speaking with Reginald has the potential to give Five an informational edge to come up with a new plan.

(Five does get an informational edge, the seconds-not-decades advice, but it isn’t immediately useful. So Five is sent back to the drawing board.)

That said, there's a bit more to Five talking with Reginald than just Reginald having the key to Five finally getting the right equation to get his siblings home.

It's a bit smaller, a little bit less important to the grand scheme of things, but Five has a lot wrapped up over seeking out his father for advice. Five doesn't have Daddy issues with Reginald, so much as he has a boatload of guilt and regret.

Five is still someone who is very much stuck in the past and hasn't moved on. He has a lot of trauma wrapped up in time travel. The day he ran out and time travelled for the first time still haunts him. His entire mission to keep his siblings alive stems from seeing them dead in the apocalypse. Five, in a lot of ways, is still stuck over what happened to him.

The way Five sees it, Reginald is an authority figure on time travel because he was right. When Five was thirteen, Reginald told Five that he shouldn't time travel.

Five did it anyway and suffered the consequences.

Not only was Reginald right about time travel and Five didn't listen, but Reginald was right and it kicked Five in the ass for decades. Because of that one choice to not listen to Reginald, Five was firmly stuck in a world of ash, death, and isolation for half of a lifetime.

From his experiences, Five has learned that he should have listened to Reginald the first time around. And when a situation presents itself for Five to go to Reginald for advice? Well. Reginald is the most viable authority figure Five knows. He was right about time travel once before. He’s likely to be right again, if he knows something that can help.

So Five seeks him out. Because Five can’t fix his equations on his own. Because every single time Five has time travelled with his own calculations, he has done it wrong in some way or another. Because Reginald knows about time travel, warned Five about it, and was correct. Because last time Reginald gave a piece of advice that Five didn't heed, Five ended up in the apocalypse. And because Reginald was the only one to ever really warn Five of the consequences of time travel and know exactly what they were talking about.

Five recognizes that he needs some kind of help, and most promising opportunity that presents itself lies with his father.

So Five chooses to talk with Reginald. Because Five doesn’t have many other good options. Because maybe, just maybe, Reginald will know what to do. And because maybe, just maybe, Reginald will be able to give him advice, like he did all those years ago when Five was actually thirteen, and foolish and refused to heed it.

And because maybe, just maybe, Five can use that advice to save his siblings and finally return home. Because this time, when Reginald gives his advice, Five plans to actually listen.

#Five's relationship with Reginald is very interesting to me #there is so much buried in it #on Five's part there is a lot of projection and misplaced feelings that are held firmly in place by logic #which is so very interesting #is Reginald a good person to be taking advice from? absolutely not #but he's been correct about many things and his advice cannot simply be cast away #and for Five looking for help Reginald is the most logical person to turn to. and well. there are emotions involved in That #thanks for the ask anon!#I was not expecting to see anything in my inbox #but I was surprised! which was very nice #hopefully this answers your question!#<3 #tua #the umbrella academy #reginald hargreeves #five hargreeves #tua analysis #ask answered

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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I got a whole 4 hours of sleep today and have to pull a 12 hour shift. So I apologize if it doesn’t make sense, I am new to the Bucky fandom!

I like the idea of his grumpy, refusing to let anyone in, be slowly ground down by reader, but teeters back and forth until reader is in some sort of trouble. Then the flood gates of vulnerability open because he was worried about them. I mean he hasn’t been with anyone since the 40s right? Would he still know how to navigate caring about someone in that way? I don’t know. It was something that has been buzzing around in my head for a week.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: langauge, vague description of sex (minors dni!)

BUCKY MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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You’d started out as neighbors - nothing more and nothing less.

Neighbors turned into causal acquaintances, fueled by your constant baking and copious amounts of goodies. Casual acquaintances turned into friends that would spend an occasional evening watching television together. Friends quickly turned into best friends that became utterly inseparable....with the occasional hook-up. You were hesitant to call it friends with benefits because that just sounded so crass. It was more like best friends with the occasional stress relief.

Stress relief. Sure that worked.

None that you wouldn’t have minded more of course. But you weren’t about to make a move on James Buchanan Barnes and ask him out on a date. No, you knew your place and his. He was physically akin to a god, mixed in with a bit of fuck boy, and yet...you loved him. You’d fallen hard and fast for the man that had gone from a mere stranger to a welcome and comfortable part of your life. But you’d never tell him that.

No, nope, hell no. Bucky surely didn’t reciprocate your feelings and you’d never been the type to make a move first.

Besides that...Bucky didn’t exactly strike you as a relationship type of guy. You’d seen him here and there with a girl or two, but it wasn’t anything serious. And since the two of you had started hooking up, you’d never noticed anyone else. And you hadn’t been with anyone else either. It was akin to a non-exclusive exclusive not-really-a-relationship relationship. Neither of you pushed it any further - you both accepted dates here and there but they never amounted to anything. Wonder why?

Unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t that Bucky didn’t want a relationship - he did. He did very much with you. But he just...there was something about being a one hundred and six year-old man that just left him confused and worried. He hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to date much and now that he had the time it reminded him of just how different things were. Dating was this weird confused jumble, but you were a clear and obvious bright spot. He had his doubts that you’d ever want anything more from him. He knew what he was - a mostly stable old man with a body that people seemed to enjoy. He made the most of that - it didn’t seem like people were interested in getting to know him much these days.

But you did - you always did. And, gods, he’d fallen hard for you - the kind of love that makes your stomach churn and heart feel like bursting and steals your breath away no matter how long it’s been. But what the fuck would you want with him? He’s a fossil with a boatload of mental trauma and even more sass and attitude.

You deserved the world and he only had himself to give. Of course, he was enough - way more than enough - but he didn't believe that.

There had been numerous occasions when you'd tried to be honest, to confess your true feelings, but you'd always managed to fall short. Every time you got close, something came up. And after the last girl you'd seen him with, you vowed to take your secret to the grave.

You had come close though - so close - especially the last time you'd hooked up.

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You were under Bucky, both of you naked and panting as you quickly approached your highs. He was buried deep inside you, head dropped to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nipping and biting at the delicate skin.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist in order to hold him close. One of your hands was laced together with his while the other was wrapped around his neck. There was something so perfectly harmonious about how you always were together.

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, James, James, James as he kept going. It was the only time you called him anything but Bucky. As your vision had grown hazy and you felt that familiar warm start to blood your veins, you’d let your true feelings slip. It was so easy, so effortless and in the moment it just...happened.

I love you.

The declaration hung in the air as you felt your walls clamp around him and he reached his own eyes. That’s when you’d realized what you’d done. This time it was an entirely different sensation radiating throughout your bones - terror. Utter terror.

But if Bucky had heard your three little words he made no mention of them. Relief washed over you as you came to the conclusion that he was just as wrapped up in his own blissful haze that he simply hadn’t heard you. You were safe this time - but you’d have to be extra cautious from here on out.

Oh, but Bucky had heard you. Loudly and clearly. He chose to ignore your words because he was positive that he hadn’t heard you incorrectly. Surely you hadn’t meant to say that - and more importantly, it was a mistake. As much as he loved hearing those words from your pretty lips, he knew it was either an accident or a figment of his imagination.

You both pretended that nothing had happened.

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Bucky rolled his eyes lightly as he watched his phone light up with a call from Sam. He was half tempted to ignore it but decided to answer anyway; he was bored and the call might lead to something to do. You’d normally be hanging out with him on a Friday night, but his calls and texts had gone unanswered.

“Hey man,” Bucky picked up the call and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer, “what’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital,” Sam was speaking so quickly that it all came out in a single slew of words as Bucky’s brows knitted together.

“I know I don’t have a lot going on this Friday night, but I think I’m okay,” he snorted as he opened the bottle and took a swig.

“No, no, no,” Sam interrupted by almost whispering your name, “there’s been an accident. She was hurt and taken to the ER. I was on the phone with her when it happened - just come. Now.”

Bucky didn’t even wait for Sam to finish before he dropped the beer and ran out the door. His whole body felt like it was growing numb and the only thing on his mind was you. You couldn't be hurt...you just couldn’t. Bucky couldn’t imagine any sort of reality in which you weren’t there.

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As soon as he ran into the hospital, seeking out the emergency room, he was asking about you. He looked probably just as crazy as he felt as he was nervously directed to your room. He almost jogged down the hall and into your small space. Sam stood at the end of your bed, looking down at you with a concerned expression.

“What the hell happened?” Bucky could barely bring himself to look at you as you laid on the small bed, looking so helpless and fragile. You were sleeping, sedated from lots of heavy drugs, but hooked up to several beeping machines. Your arm was in a cast already, bruises and contusions and cuts littered every bit of your skin that he could see. His heart plummeted into his stomach.

“She was crossing the street and got hit by a car that didn’t slow down enough in time,” Sam’s heavy was heavy as he rubbed at his tired, “I heard it all happen, Buck. It was terrible - but she’s strong. She’s going to be okay. No internal damage, luckily, but she’s going to be in a lot of pain for a while. The arm’s broken.”

“Jesus,” Bucky sighed as Sam nodded.

“I called her parents and they’ll be here soon. She’s just sleeping but hopefully will wake up soon.”

“Okay,” Bucky took a hesitant step closer.

“She asked for you,” Sam hadn’t been sure if he should have confessed that little part or not, “when they were bringing her in. Kept repeating your name. You should just tell her, you know. She’s obvious she feels the same. Don’t be idiots.”

“Thanks,” Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically as the two men shared a quick laugh before Sam hugged him, “I’ll stay here if you want to go. You’ve done a lot already. Thank you for calling me.”

“I got you man,” Sam gave him a half smile, “call me if you need anything at all...or if anything happens.”

“Goodbye.”

As soon as his friend left, Bucky came over to you, his fingers grazing the side of the small, horrid looking bed. He was going to help you however you needed it for however long it would take till you were better and out of pain. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t ever leave your side again.

This whole time he’d been so dumb, so silly. He should have just told you how he left - a long time ago and gotten over himself. A heavy sigh escaped him as you pulled up the uncomfortable plastic chair and took a seat next to you.

He gently, ever so delicately reached for the hand that was in the cast and held it in his. It almost made him laugh with how much smaller your hand was than his. They fit perfectly together.

He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept, wondering when you’d wake up. He hoped soon - so he could finally tell you all of those unspoken words.

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“James?” a croaky, dry voice met his ears as his tired eyes snapped open. He blinked a few times to adjust his vision before focusing on you. You were looking back at him with a tired, sleepy little smile on your features. You looked beautiful, so damn beautiful, despite the blues and purples painting your skin, “what are you doing here?”

He must have fallen asleep at some point during the night. He was still holding your hand. He beamed back at you, “hi pretty girl. Sam called me and told me what happened. I came right over.”

“I’m anything but pretty right now,” you laughed lightly but quickly grimaced at the pain, “how long have you been here?”

“Since yesterday evening,” he confessed quickly, “I didn’t want to leave - wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh Bucky,” there was that saccharine little smile on your face. The same one he loved so much, “you didn’t have to. I...I really fucked up movie night, huh?”

“I’m in love with you.”

He finally got those damn words out before he could change his mind or think too much about it. Your face immediately lit up with a grin as you searched his cerulean eyes.

“Do you mean it?” you asked softly as he nodded, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

“Of course.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” you replied, giving his hand a tight squeeze, “I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, “because I’m not going anywhere, pretty girl. Not now, not ever.”

“I don’t want you to, Bucky,” you promised, “I want you with me always.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

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idreamofplaid · 3 years

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Whiskey and a Cabin

Square Filled: Skinny Dipping for @spnkinkbingo; Free Space for @spnfluffbingo; In Vino Veritas for @spndeanbingo

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Summary: The right mood, the right place, the right woman, and some whiskey help Dean realize the truth about what he wants.

Word Count: 3628

A/N: It took me weeks to deliver the fluffy Dean smut I promised to everyone who voted for it. Life intervened. My muse left, and then she returned. So, here it is.

Whiskey is not my friend. I mean, yeah it’s gotten me through some tough spots. Hell trauma, an apocalypse or two, and boatloads of guilt. But last night, it turned on me.

This wasn’t the first time you helped Sam and me on a case. You’re the best damn psychic I’ve ever seen, even better than Pamela. You’d think I’d learn after what happened to her, but there’s no denying your kind of skills are helpful.

It was just a celebration of the end of another case and everybody still alive. That’s all. A few beers that turned into a few shots. Sam bowed out, like he usually does, after a couple of drinks. I should have known when I gave him the car keys, and sent him back to the motel, that I’d wake up in your bed. Hell, who am I fucking kidding? I did know. I knew, and it’s exactly what I wanted.

This is the hard part. It’s time to leave town, and I don’t know when I’ll see you again. This could have happened before. I’m surprised it didn’t. Well, I’m surprised I didn’t try. I’ve gotten hard more than once watching you move, and thinking about the way you moved with me last night is making me hard again.

I can’t do this. I can’t think about wanting to see you again. I can’t think about those sounds you made while I was buried deep inside you, and your body was tightening around my cock milking every single drop out of it.

I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my fingers hit my cell phone. Damn it. I at least want to hear you again, maybe set something up for the next time I’m in town. I scroll through my list of contacts and stop when I get to your name. My thumb hovers over it, and I remember the way your hair smells like strawberries and flowers. I tap the phone against my forehead a couple of times.

What the hell am I doing? My life is on the road with Sam killing monsters. There’s no room in that for a girlfriend. What woman in her right mind would sign up for that? I fling my cell phone on the bed and get up to finish packing.

I’m shoving my shaving kit into my duffle when there’s a knock at the door. I zip my bag up, roll my eyes, and head for the door. “C’mon, man, you gotta do better than this. You’re slippin’ Sa…”

My mouth probably fell open. I’m pretty sure it did. It’s not my brother standing there; it’s you, and you walked into the room like you belonged there, like you’d been invited. I mean I would have asked you in, but….you were already there.

“Don’t look so surprised, Dean.” You got right up next to me, so close I could smell the sweet fragrance of your skin.

I watched you run your fingers straight up the center of my chest and play with the top button on my shirt before you let it go and dropped your hand. “Did you think I was just going to let you leave without even a good-bye after last night? And I know you would have. Don’t try to deny it. I’ve known you too long.”

I didn’t know what to say. Words usually just roll out of my mouth around women. Sometimes it’s too easy, but I had no idea what the hell to say to you. I couldn’t just stand there looking like an idiot though. I didn’t want you to think I was dumb.

I ran my hand through the hair at the back of my neck. “I wasn’t gonna just...leave. I was about to call you.” You smiled at me, nodding your head in that silent “Uh, huh. Right.” kinda way. “I was, Y/N..because I want to see you again.”

You sat down on the bed next to my duffle, looked at it and ran your hand over the canvas. When you turned back to look at me again, you had that irresistible flirty smile on your face. “Are you saying that because I took advantage of you last night, Dean?”

I swear I felt the beginning of a blush making my cheeks warm. “You...you didn’t…’take advantage’ of me, Y/N.” If there was anything left that I could have pretended to pack, I would have, just to give my hands something to do, but you were too close to the bag.

Last night was a little hazy, but I remembered all of it. I could pretend I didn’t remember, but I doubt you’d let me get away with that, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to pretend that things weren’t the way they were between us, like I wasn’t the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Maybe it was the happiest I’ve been ever.

There was no flame burning in the fireplace, but the logs were still there. We were deep enough into spring that it wasn’t cold enough for a fire anymore, but it was still nice sitting on the floor in front of it with you. The logs might not be burning, but I could smell the earthiness of the hickory. I liked it. It made this place you’ve created for yourself seem even more like a home somehow.

You poured more whiskey into my glass, and the bottle clinked when it touched the rim. The sound seemed almost festive, if those kinds of things happened in my life. For me, it was a little sad. It reminded me I didn’t have moments like that, couldn’t have them.

I let my mind wander for a second, longer than I should have. You looked so pretty sitting there on that rug that I know you picked out special just for this spot, just so the floor wouldn’t be bare. Uncovered floors felt temporary. They were as is. Nothing about them said “I’m going to stay here. This is my home.”

Being in a place that felt like this, like it had some roots, and being here with you, was making me feel things I usually kept buried deeper than the bones in the graves me and Sam dug up, but I couldn’t salt and burn this feeling away.

I should have stopped drinking, but it felt so good being here with you. It felt comfortable, and all those things together were enough to get me to start talking. You asked an open ended question, the kind I usually deflect in a heartbeat, but I didn’t this time.

“What are you thinking, Dean?” I watched your lips close around your glass as you took another sip of your whiskey. It was the Crown Royal kind you like with some flavor in it, but I didn’t even care that it was something I’d never drink, and why do I remember the kind of whiskey you like?

“Dean?” You were smiling at me and I was way too lost in this moment for my own good. “I asked you what you’re thinking”

I smiled back at you. It felt good to be smiling, for real, not pretending to be okay or trying to be funny to make myself think I was okay. This really felt good. “This is nice.”

It wasn’t the most original thing I’d ever said, but it was true. The next thing I said was better. It was so much better. I opened up that vault inside me where I keep my more complicated life feelings locked up and let them pour out.

“You’ve really made something for yourself here, Y/N. It’s the kind of place a guy could picture himself staying for awhile.” You didn’t say anything. If you had, that might have stopped my grand confession, but you didn’t; and I kept going.

“I think about being somewhere like this, a lot. I think about having a home and somebody to share it with. Somebody like you.” My eyes found yours, and for the first time I noticed just how pretty they are. I mean, I knew. You’re a beautiful woman, but I don’t think I’d ever seen you before like this. You weren’t just a potential one night thing, or at best a string of nights.

I’d never thought before about waking up beside you for something really wild, like a whole week, because I was never anywhere long enough for that, much less something, permanent. And I knew, even though I never admitted it, that permanent was something I wanted. It was something I wanted, and right now you were making me ache for it.

You put down your glass and scooted closer to me. The way you were biting yur bottom lip made me want to taste it.

I tasted your lips last night and most of the rest of your body too. The memory of just how sweet you are is still on my tongue if I think about it, and it makes my mouth water wanting more of you.

I swear you can read my mind. That look in your eye, it’s like you know what I’m thinking. Not that it’s all that hard to figure out. I hope you’re remembering last night the way I do.

You lean over to the nightstand between the two beds, open the drawer, and pull out the motel’s notepad along with the pen they provided. Then you start to write something on the top sheet. That’s one of the things about you that makes me absolutely crave you; I never know what you’re going to do next.

I move a little closer, trying to see what you’re writing. Finally, I give up and ask, “Who’s the note for?”

You keep on writing while you answer me. “It’s for Sam, so he knows I’ve taken his brother for a couple of days.”

When you finish writing, you hold the pen and notepad out to me. “Now, tell him you’ll see him back at the bunker.”

I look at the page and what you’d written there. “Sam, Dean’s going to be staying with me for the weekend. Don’t worry. He’ll be well taken care of.” Y/N.

That last sentence was making my cock twitch. I took the pen and wrote: See you back at the bunker, Sammy.

You tore the sheet off the pad of paper and put it on top of the table where Sam would be sure to see it. We both knew it was rare for my little brother to miss anything. I stood there not moving, a little in disbelief about what was happening.

The smile on your face was indulgent and a little amused. You were enjoying this, enjoying me not quite knowing what to do. You closed your hand around my chin, fingers on each side of my face, and kissed me. I could still feel the warmth of your mouth on mine after you pulled away.

You gave my ass a pat as you walked by me on your way to the door and said, “C’mon, lover, I’ve got plans for you.”

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Your house is off the main road, surrounded by trees with a lake out back. It’s a cabin, but not like any cabin I’ve ever been in before. You’ve got a real kitchen with real cabinets, instead of rough shelves some hunter nailed to the wall just to be functional. There’s a place to eat in the kitchen too. As in, there’s an actual table where you have home cooked meals, instead of something just dumped out of a can.

Your bed is like a dream. You don’t sleep on cheap motel sheets that can be more accurately described using the word threadbare than thread count. Add you, naked and beautiful, to the mix; and it’s better than a dream.

I’m still lost in memories and possibilities of what we could have here together when you walk up behind me, put your arms around me, and rest your hands flat on my chest. I feel you lay your cheek against my back for a few seconds before you turn your head and put a kiss on my shoulder blade.

I turn in your arms and pull you up against me; it feels like you’re even closer than when you were behind me. Maybe because my cock is more than a little interested in resuming last night’s activities when it’s pushed into you like this. I lean down to kiss you, knowing exactly where I want this to go.

The way you kiss me is warm and soft, but there’s fire behind it. You’re everything I want, even the things I don’t let myself think about. Sex is the easy part, but you make me feel. You make me want to hold you always, and that’s a dangerous thought.

You’re the first to break the kiss and take my hand in yours. “C’mon, Dean. I didn’t get to show you the deck last night.”

I follow you outside, and the view out there is unbelievable. It’s hard to believe you live here; you get to see this every day. This is your life.

Your hand is still in mine, and I can picture us sitting there on your deck, sipping a couple of beers and watching the sun go down. Something else is on your mind though, and I don’t have the first objection to that.

You push my flannel back off my shoulders and drag it down my arms. It falls to the wooden floor behind me. You’re looking me up and down, making a big show of licking your lips.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Dean.” You pull at the front of my t-shirt, and I get the hint. I strip out of it, and you make a point of running your eyes over my naked chest. “Still too many clothes.” You say it with a certain gleam in your eye that I’ve seen there before.

I look around, feeling self conscious, like I’m expecting people to appear out of the trees. There’s nothing but pines and water. This is a private show.

I take off everything I’m wearing until there’s not a stitch left on my body. You run your hand down my side. As it gets lower, you move it around to my back so you can cup my ass and squeeze.

My body likes that. It likes that a lot. “Are we going to do this right here?” I ask you.

“Yes, Dean, we absolutely are.” You bite your bottom lip. You’re being all flirty and seductive with me, and I love it. Your teeth let go of your lip, and your tease your fingertips across my chest. “Just not yet,” you say.

I watch you taking your clothes off while my cock gets harder. You’re going to make me wait, and that’s hot. I’ll wait to come for you. I can’t believe I just said that, even in my own head.

You take my hand and lead me down the wooden steps of the deck. When my toes hit the grass, it feels good; but not as good as you look. Your hips curve just right, and your ass is so full and round; I can’t wait to get my hands on it. The way you walk, almost like you’re drifting over the ground, is so graceful. Fuck, but you are beautiful.

Just watching you has made me completely hard by the time we get to the lake, and I follow you into the water. It’s warm enough that my dick and my balls stay full and heavy. When we’ve reached a place where the water is up to my chest and lapping at my nipples, making them hard too, you stop and turn to me.

The water has completely covered your breasts so I can’t see them anymore, but I can feel them. I cup them in my hands below the waterline and flick my thumbs over your nipples. The sound that comes out of you is breathy, needy, and one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. It makes my dick bob in the water.

“Kiss me, Dean.” You say it through those beautiful hot moaning sounds you’re making. I wouldn’t deny you anything, and this is such an easy thing to give you. I want you so bad right now. There’s nothing but the feel of you in my arms as my lips close over yours, and the warmth of the sunshine on my shoulders.

The taste of your tongue is sweet on mine, and the deeper the kiss goes, the more I want you. You jump up and wrap your legs around my waist, and I grab your ass with both hands to hold you up. Your kisses are getting more intense, and I want you so much now, my cock is throbbing. I’m sure I’m leaking a steady stream of pre come, but it’s impossible to tell. You grind your hips against my aching cock, and I let out a groan louder than I meant to, but who’s going to hear us? We can make all the noise we want.

You’re kissing along my jaw and squeezing your thighs around me. “Take me, Dean. Right here. Need to feel you inside me, stretching me open.”

“Baby girl, you’re gonna make me crazy if you talk like that.” I’m almost gasping for breath at this point, at least if feels that way.

“Then stop talking,” you tell me. “Fuck me right now. Here. Under the sky with nature as our witness. Do it, Dean.”

I lift you up higher; you take my cock in you hand and position me at your entrance. Then I lower you down onto me. You’re so tight and feel so good I could almost cry from the relief and rightness of it.

I’m lifting you up and down, helping you ride my cock, while the water sloshes around us. You reach down between our bodies to stroke your clit and throw your head back, urging me on the closer you get to coming. “More, Dean. Harder.”

For once, I’m glad Sam nagged me about using the gym in the bunker. “We have it” he kept saying. Right now, I’m damn glad I wandered in there on a few occasions. I need all the balance skills I have to navigate the uneven bottom of the lake while I thrust up into you for all I’m worth.

Your pussy is grasping at my cock, choking it, challenging me to last a second longer. I will because you’re gonna come all over me before I let myself go. When I feel your walls start to clench around me and your nails start to tear at my back, I know I’ve got you.

“That’s it, baby. Mark me. Show me how good it feels.” I drag across your sweet spot and push into you as deep as I can. Your body shakes in my arms when you come.

The sound of you saying my name while you come undone is more than I can take. I fill you up, shooting my load inside you; and when I’m done, I drop my head onto your shoulder. “Y/N...that...you...are incredible.” I’m talking into your skin because I haven’t raised my head yet.

Time passes, I don’t know how long, with us wrapped around each other just like that. The next thing I’m aware of is your fingers combing through my hair. Ilift my head to kiss you again, and I can feel something shift inside me. It clicks into place.

Everything I said last night is the total truth, but there isn’t a drop of whiskey in me now. I could stay here with you, want to stay here with you. With that thought in my head, I walk out of the lake carrying you all the way back to the deck.

When we get there, I notice the folded up quilt and the pillows stacked beneath one of the windows. You had this planned all along. “Can you stand, sweetheart?”

Your head has been laying on my shoulder, and you turn it to kiss me right beside my neck. “I can make it,” you answer softly.

My body has been separated from yours for awhile now, but when I put you down to spread out the quilt and pillows; I feel the loss of that contact in my gut. I need to hold you again.

I get things set up as fast as I can, sit down on the quilt, and pull you down with me. You lay back and put your head on a pillow first, and I can only hope you’re as eager as I am to feel our bodies wrapped around each other again.

It’s probably been less than two minutes since I let go of you, but that still seems like too long when I take you into my arms again. For a little while, my life is perfect. The warm sun overhead dries our skin while I run my fingers lightly up and down your back. Your head is on my chest where it belongs, and a bird singing is the only sound. I want to freeze this moment forever.

“Dean?” I kiss the top of your head.

“Yes, baby.” My fingers are still moving on your back while I wait for you to ask your question. “Do you think Sam would be okay in the bunker by himself for the next week?”

I feel a big smile spread across my face. “Oh, I know he will.” This is definitely the start of something.

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baoshan-sanren · 3 years

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Hi, I just finished SV and I Loved it! I have a question though that irks me and I'd love to hear you opinion on it. It's said in the novel that LBH knew no kindness except from his mother and then NYY & SY!SQQ. It seems to me a little like he fell in love with SY's kindness and not really with his personality. He didn't fall in love with NYY's kindness so it could also be an authority thing. My q is, do you think LBH would fall in love w any other Shizun who showed him the slightest kindness?

Okay bear with my nonsense here for a minute because, aside from making fun of everyone and everything, SVSSS is a pretty good study of what happens when reader expectations meet real situations and real flesh and blood people, and just how unrealistic most of them turn out to be. We see PIDW and LBH in SVSSS via mirror of only SY’s perception and his preconceived notions, but we’re also bound to only see SVSSS and SY via mirror of our own perception and with our own preconceived notions (and boy, do a lot of people miss that about SVSSS completely even though SY the judgmental reader and all his baggage are right there). How many chapters does it take for SY to admit that he hasn’t been really viewing LBH as his own person, but a fictional character he had only gotten to know through airplane’s bad writing? I remember how fucking frustrated I kept getting the first time I read SVSSS because SY kept that picture of LBH (the one we never met bc we never read 300+ chapters of airplane’s novel like SY did) firm in his mind despite all evidence that they were not the same person. Who is it that said “compared to the dullest human being actually walking about on the face of the earth and casting his shadow there, the most brilliantly drawn character in a novel is but a bag of bones?" SY’s whole issue with PIDW is that the novel sucked. That most of the characters were one-dimensional and unrealistic, and that even his own scum-villain character had no story/background that would justify his attitude or behavior towards LBH. We only get to see SJ as a person with a history, and grievances, and a boatload of unaddressed trauma because SY digs up and improves all those storylines that airplane had left out. But even knowing that, SY still keeps seeing LBH through the lens of his own preconceived notions, and keeps assigning him motivations that LBH clearly doesn’t have. So I guess my thing is, if it took SY nearly a decade of flesh and blood contact with LBH to figure out that all of his expectations were wrong and inaccurate, can we (the readers of SVSSS) ever view LBH accurately?

Anyway, not to write an essay (too late) but I guess if I were to speculate on the subject via my own subjective interpretations, I would say that airplane wrote a pretty shitty stallion novel for $$ during which LBH fell for NYY for her “kindness” but right off the bat in SVSSS, we see that NYY does very little except managing to make LBH’s life harder. Still, despite being a character that solely consists of bouncy breasts and questionable life choices in PIDW, she does seem to harbor genuine affection for LBH, and PIDW LBH, who has not gotten affection since his adoptive mother passed, is likely to have latched on to any affection, no matter how destructive it turns out to be, for some self-preservation of his self-esteem and self-worth. Obviously not the healthiest way to obtain either, but hardly unexpected (and we see him doing the same thing with literally every female character in PIDW - Freud would have a field day with just a quarter of this novel). Again, we only know PIDW LBH through SY’s perception, and SY is clearly not the most objective witness, but I find it hard to believe that PIDW LBH ever truly loved any one of the 300+ women in his harem. There is no indication (in what we get from airplane’s writing) that he trusts any of them, and it even seems as if all the harem infighting served as a means to keep them from focusing too hard on LBH as anything other than a prize to be obtained. I mean clearly, PIDW was not meant to be that deep, and we don’t get to read it, so there’s no use speculating much. (I’m sure you noticed my theories are all psychology/trauma centric, which is my bread and butter, and subjective as fuck, so there’s half my point made).

As to whether I think LBH would fall in love with a different shizun who showed him kindness? If kindness is the only factor, I don’t think it’s likely. After all, the 300+ women in his harem in PIDW have all probably showed him some kindness at one time or another. In that respect, SY is certainly not special. There are theories about LBH not actually being sexually attracted to women in PIDW at all, extrapolating on the idea that a more supportive and loving environment during his development years has allowed him to grow up without repressing many things he has clearly repressed in PIDW, his sexuality included. That theory, I suppose, could support the idea that LBH could have just as easily fallen in love with a different man in his immediate vicinity who showed him kindness?

Idk how much I buy into any that; like I said, PIDW was never meant to be that deep, and SVSSS is just full of loose threads I love to yank on (always aware I’ll never see where they lead without an access to MXTX’s brain). I think we’re meant to view PIDW for what it is - a poorly written story for $$ with cardboard cutout characters that, once permeated with “real flesh and blood humans,” turns out to be nothing like the story that the reader (SY) expected to find. And since there’s the same degree of separation between PIDW and SVSSS, as there is between SVSSS and us (the readers), speculating on who LBH might attach himself to if SY was someone else, and how his story might go under any other circumstances, is bound to be as accurate as SY’s predictions concerning PIDW LBH, which turned out to be (as we clearly find out in SVSSS), inaccurate as fuck :)

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lgbtqlegends · 2 years

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can’t choose only one title just tell us about your fav avalance one 🥰🥰

hmmm that's a tough one. i'd say probably the hsau Or nobody knows how to return home (oh will you take me home?)

i've already said a bit about the hsau, in a previous ask and i think i have another one asking about it too, so i'm gonna focus on nobody knows how to return home (oh will you take me home?)

i basically just. Started it one night without really having any sort of set plan for it. it just kinda happened, and the first couple of chapters just fell into my lap. i did end up starting a planner doc for it afterwards though. basically, the legends are all from a small town (Starling Heights), and something tragic happens so sara leaves Starling and. kinda cuts contact with everyone for a while. she returns like 13 years later with a boatload of trauma and severe PTSD. slowburn avalance. it's currently almost 11K words right now, and i'm only in the middle of the 5th chapter. many more to come. i haven't really worked on it in a bit and i kinda work on it sporadically at this point, but i do really love this fic so much, and of the ones that actually do have stuff written for them, this one is kinda like. my Baby. because it's just one that i really love so much. also fun fact, this is the only one on the wip list that has it's set title, and actually the title for this one is a mashup of two songs (How to Return Home by Natalie Weiss and Take Me Home by Jess Glynne) because i couldn't choose between the two of them since they both perfectly captured the vibe of the fic in their own ways.

I'll post a little snippet :)

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Sara took a hesitant step over the threshold of the door, looking around and feeling the telltale tendrils of panic crawling up her stomach. She hadn't been inside in years, hadn't even dared come back since the day she left.

She hadn't even looked back once she left, running away from everything she'd ever known, everything she'd come to love and everything she'd come to hate. If she was being honest with herself, she didn't really have a clue why she was back now, after all these years.

Sara ventured further into the room. It was the same as it had been the last time she'd been there, minus the thick layer of dust, the only proof that the house hadn't been lived in in a long time. Her fingers trailed over the mantle above the fireplace, eyes scanning over all the pictures that still remained; pictures of her, of her parents, of Laurel.

#avalance #sara lance #ava sharpe #legends of tomorrow

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peachyproserpina · 3 years

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now it’s time for YOU to tell us about YOUR personal AU 🥺🥺

Okay I'm sobbing over this. Thank you for letting me go over this and have our lil crossover world. I seriously cannot thank you enough for letting me indulge in this. I apologize for how choppy it is, but you've inspired me to maybe write more and post more about this.

TW for under the cut: Daddy kink, Oral f!Receiving, Pregnancy talk, Kylo Ren is not nice, Modern AU, OOC, Drinking, Therapy Mention.

I meet Kylo at a bar in NYC while I’m there for a girls' weekend, he’s there for business (from Snoke, his boss). I am beyond plastered and in that flirty lil Dionysus infused whore mood. He clocked me when I walked in, so out of place and the bar isn’t that big to begin with and the big band tunes that are playing you can hear my cackles from the various patrons I’ve been dancing with. It’s so cliche but he can’t take his eyes off of me, and I’m so far gone I don't even notice.

He finishes his business then finds me at the bar not too long after, someone I didn’t come with is chatting me up and I’m *uncomfortable* but too nervous to say no. “Plus I’m fat so I never get hit on anyway. I might as well enjoy the attention.” It’s half whispered half yelled to my friend sitting on the other side of me and they roll their eyes and leave me to my devices, Kylo bristles like a Ghibli character and slides in where my friend just left. Shoots the guy with an evil stare and he scampers off. He buys me a drink determined to get me to put out. Which I easily and gleefully do, we go back to his place after I tell him I'm staying in a sketchy AirBNB with my friend for the weekend. He typically doesn’t do that but I don’t even live here so the chances of us seeing each other again is low. The sex is amazing, or maybe we’re both just a little drunk, and I let the honorific “Daddy” slip out and his spine tingles, fucking me that much harder, not even realizing it. I wake up in his bed alone. No note from him, no idea when he left, thankfully my phone is plugged into his charger (not sure if it was mine or his doing). I find some stationary after using his bathroom and ogling his *very* expensive bath products and just as expensive apartment overall. I write down my name and number and head back home to New Jersey.

I don’t ever hear back from him and all my friends get sick of hearing about me lament over the perfect guy for about 6 months before I stop whining about him publicly and assume it was just a dream and the other guy probably took me home instead and the lay was so bad I just dreamed it was mysterious tall n scary instead. About a year after the incident he’s strolling the streets of Paterson and he clocks me, exhausted, helping my friend close her bakery. I’ve got my stupid little business clothes on and they’re mostly covered in flour from helping make the stuff that needs to rise overnight and I’m so wrapped up I don’t even notice him staring, Kylo’s jostled by one of his knights and he’s back on the move. Taking a note to find out where I live and visit me later.

AKA we’re both disasters and he doesn’t treat me right but I love being a doormat. :)

Some highlights include later on in the relationship

Ghosting me for 6 months (turns out he had int’l business but didn’t tell me)

Breaking into my room in my apartment all the time and waking me up with his thick tongue buried in my cunt (consensually)

We have a pregnancy scare and he legit just leaves for a whole fucking year on me

He has a whole boatload of trauma and I make him attend therapy once he shows his sorry ass back up.

But we do love each other despite how rough it is he does get better

#peachy writes #peachys personal world #Personal AU #self ship #selfshot #kylo x oc #peachy requests

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Fencer’s Big Eva Review

Just got done watching the Eva finale, so it’s time to get out thoughts while they’re fresh! Caveat: Eva is difficult to understand for native speakers, and I’m definitely not a native speaker XD I feel like I got maybe half, and got the rough gist of like 10% of the rest, and the remaining was just no friggin’ clue. Would’ve gone better if there’d at least been JP subs, but you’ll have to deal with what I’ve got for now!

It should be obvious, but there’ll be HELLA MAJOR SPOILERS for the final Evangelion movie. Ready? Let’s go.

The movie very helpfully starts off with a ~2 min recap of the movies thus far. This was great because I didn’t have time to rewatch the previous three before going, and while I’ve seen them a few times, it took me a second the recall what had happened at the very end of Q, so I was glad to get a very brief recap.

The actual movie itself opens on...Paris! Or Paris post-Near-Third-Impact (Third Impact?), which is a red and black wasteland. It seems that Wille has been developing these things that look like Entry Plugs that they shove into the ground and restore everything to pre-all-impacts (so like, blue water and everything); couldn’t get HOW it managed that, but they had them and were attempting to restore Paris.

Would have been a walk in the park except for weird Eva-Angel-Machine hybrids that were trying to prevent them from activating the plugs. Lots of fighting happens, with Mari piloting her Eva to give them cover while the Wille staff set everything up. Eventually they manage it, and Euro Nerv is restored.

Then we switch over to right where Q left off: Asuka, Clone!Rei, and a catatonic Shinji wandering around trying to go who knows where. They eventually get picked up by...Touji! Yes, an older Touji now who lives in a commune of survivors, scraping out a semblance of a life in one of the areas protected by the aforementioned plugs (they had another name but I couldn’t get it).

In this community, Touji is the local doctor--and he’s married with a kid! He married Hikari, and they have an infant daughter named Tsubame.

Now, let’s check in how our main three do when introduced to this relatively normal life they get to enjoy for a few weeks:

Asuka: Still in ‘fight mode’, ready to go at a moment’s notice. How she thinks she’s gonna fight when she has no Eva idk, but for this entire little bit, she’s either naked or in her plugsuit. She stays with Aida Kensuke, who’s kind of the handyman, and is generally just rude af.

Shinji: For 90% of this bit, he’s totally shut off. He’s incredibly fucked up from having JUST watched Kaworu die, essentially because of him, and Asuka has on a DSS choker, and every time he sees it, he collapses and begins vomiting violently. He stays with the Suzuharas at first but is quickly sent to stay with Asuka and Kensuke because they don’t really know how to deal with him. Kensuke manages to get him to open up a little bit, but eventually it’s Rei who gets him started on the path back to being himself. At one point he runs away and ‘lives’ alone for a while in what I think was either the building where he first met Kaworu playing the piano or one that looked a lot like it. He goes out to do odd jobs with Kensuke a lot, and on one occasion he’s taken to an ‘outdoor lab’ where some workers are experimenting with new gardening techniques. It’s here he’s meets...Kaji Ryouji. No, not that Kaji Ryouji. That Kaji DIED. This is the son he had with Misato (named after him).

Rei: Now, let me say I’ve never been super interested in Rei. I didn’t dislike her, like I did Asuka, but I wasn’t really interested in her either. She was just there. Guys.....I LOVED REI IN THIS MOVIE. I would have watched 2.5 hours of the Rei Learns To Be A Human show and been happy for the $20 I paid. Rei spends her time in the commune learning to be an individual. She stays with the Suzuharas and learns what different words mean, like “Good morning” and “Good night” and “Thank you” and “Goodbye”, she gets super close with a bunch of old ladies who essentially adopt her and teach her how to plant turnips and what a bath is, and she becomes her own person. When she first arrives, the Suzuharas think she’s “Ayanami Rei”, but she explains that she isn’t, so they call her “Sokkuri-san” instead (”Miss Spitting Image” essentially), and the old ladies find it amusing at first but then encourage her to choose her own name, and when she can’t think of one, they tell her to have someone choose one for her, so she asks the Uber-Depressed Shinji to choose one. These interactions are what eventually pull him back to himself, but ultimately he’s unable to come up with one, because “Ayanami is Ayanami”. She thanks him for trying anyway, returns his SD player to him..............................and then dissolves into a pile of LCL fluid, as apparently all clones eventually return to LCL. Fantastic, because Shinji didn’t need EVEN MORE TRAUMA.

Somehow, the above doesn’t break Shinji, and he resolves to go back to Wille and face his father I guess?? I’m not entirely clear on why (gotta go read some reports of my own I guess lol). Back on the ship with Misato et al., Shinji isn’t forced to wear a choker but he’s put in a cell with like explosives in it I guess. He starts having visions of Kaworu helping him accept things.

At this point it’s getting close to the climax, and Wille are going after Nerv/Gendo once and for all. During the final fight, Asuka tried to take out Unit 13′s core, and then she’s not managing it, she rips off her eyepatch, and we see that the patch was keeping the 9th angel bound within her eye, so she decides to throw away her humanity and let it take over to destroy Unit 13. Unfortunately, she’s killed in the end--how? She’s approached by a vision of her ‘original’. Yup, Asuka was a clone herself, like Rei, and she turns back into LCL and she and unit 02 are absorbed by Unit 13.

Eventually the fight comes down to Shinji vs. Gendo, who has thrown away his own humanity and bonded with Unit 13 in the hopes of completing the Human Instrumentality Project. He and Shinji go head to head as Shinji summons (???) Unit 01 from inside Unit 13, and there’s a really REALLY WEIRD final fight between the two that involves some weird animation choices. Lots of storyboards and overly CGI’d CGI, and some bits that seem to take them through the different incarnations of the Eva series.

We also get Gendo backstory by the boatload as he and Shinji have an actual goddamn conversation for once. Mari features prominently in Gendo’s flashbacks so she was definitely one of his classmates it seems, who introduced him to Fuyutsuki. I’m still not entirely clear on who she is/was.

However, through this conversation, Shinji gives the people he’s interacted with most closely/been closest with closure I guess? Gendo, Asuka...Kaworu.

So about Kaworu. Their conversation was VERY VERY WEIRD; it’s made clear that Shinji is also now aware of all the different iterations of their meeting. When they talk, it’s set at the beach where they first met in the TV series, and Shinji says he remembers all the times they’ve met before. Shinji mentions that Kaworu reminds him a lot of his father, and then there are some very strange flashbacks (????) of Kaworu’s that I feel like imply he’s to Gendo as Rei is to Yui. At one point, he’s seen talking to Fuyutsuki, trying to decide on a name for himself and settling on ‘Nagisa’ as it means ‘beach’, where the ocean meets the land. Fuyutsuki later addresses Kaworu, who’s sitting in Gendo’s desk, as “Commander Nagisa”. Kaworu reflects to Shinji that he failed so many times to make Shinji happy, but he’s realized now that that’s because he doesn’t know what would make Shinji happy and it was arrogant to think he knew better. He was looking for his own happiness all along.

In the end, after all these goodbyes, Shinji is left with the decision of what to do with, well, reality. He decides, in a conversation with Rei, that he’ll reset everything--create a ‘neon genesis’--to a world without Eva or Angels.

Our last shot is an older Shinji meeting his (presumed??) girlfriend Mari on a train platform. On the opposite platform waiting for their own train are Kaworu, Asuka, and Rei. Shinji and Mari hold hands and run, laughing, from the train station.

NEON GENESIS EVANGELION GOT A HAPPY ENDING. 2021 REALLY BE OUT HERE WILDING.

My final thoughts:

Okay I’ll say it: the fuck with Shinji/Mari endgame? Believe me, it was completely out of left field even in this movie. They just happened to be the only final survivors. Mari flirted a hell of a lot more with ASUKA and was distraught at her death than she did with Shinji. They were a kind of cute couple in the end, but very ?????

I’m disappointed Shinji wasn’t the one to give Kaworu his happiness in the end, after Kaworu spent so long and so many lives and realities trying to make him happy and failing. I’m choosing to believe, since these multiple realities/resets are canon now, that he did it in one of them. They all deserve the happiness of their choosing, not just Shinji’s, and Kaworu showed us time and time again that his happiness definitively involves being with Shinji.

I’m sure I missed a lot, because yanno, Eva, and it was long enough as is, but gosh I wish I could’ve understood more of everything that was going on, cause there was SO MUCH WEIRD SHIT.

If I watch this movie again, I will 500% just be watching those “Rei learns to be human with the help of a bunch of old cackling biddies” bits :> Those were THE BEST PARTS OF THE MOVIE.

#neon genesis evangelion #spoilers #review

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