#and i don't want to get triggered by any of that or if i see a Bad Take it will bring me right back there

[drdawnbreaker]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 ☆ 𝐁.𝐁

Synopsis: Bucky was a myth amongst men. Yet here he stood, ready to protect you and take you away from the cruel life you lead... The only catch is you have to give him something in return... your hand in marriage.

Word count: 7.78k

Genre: Smut. Fantasy. Angst.

Pairing: Chief!Orc!Bucky x Princess!Fae!Reader

Warnings: Swearing. Blood. Gore. Reader is heavily conflicted with herself and was abused by her family in the past. Fighting. Dry humping. Yelling. Crying. Cocky Bucky. Kinda mean Bucky at the start. Self hatred. Drooling. Mocking. Pet names. Dirty talking. Multiple orgasms. Unprotected sex.

Note: I want to state that, for the most part, this can be read as dub-con kinda fic. But I want to assure you that nothing terrible happens in this story. I don't want to spoil anything, but please read this with caution. If anything in the warnings triggers you, or if anything in the fic triggers you, please, for your sake and mine, do not read this fanfiction. Thank you

Also, I'm really proud of this, and I definitely enjoyed writing this type of genre. So please give it all the love you can ahh.

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White Wolf: A fierce warrior and saviour of the world. He is the chief of one of the largest orc clans there have ever been. Most knew him as cruel, dangerous, and unforgiving. His people had raided village after village, and now here he was directing his beastly men to capture any humans, Elvin and Fae, they could find. But what no one knew was that he was looking for someone in particular, a sweet little fae to be his chieftess.

A princess to be exact.

There were rows and rows of cages. Humans and fae alike chained and scared. No one moved, not even much of a peep as the orc chief walked past each and every one of the enclosures. It was only when he got to your cage that he stopped. His eyes fell onto your shaking figure in nothing but tatted rags. His lips curled into an evil smirk.

You noticed the presence in front of you, shuffling yourself until your back hit the cold wall behind you. You gulp with a dry mouth, fear crackling down your body. White Wolf chuckled, walking right up to the bars of the cage, his eyes never leaving you. The other orcs quickly parted to make way for their leader, letting the chief get the perfect view of his reward. "And who might you be, sweet thing?"

White Wolf knew who you were. In fact, you were the exact Fae he had been searching for. But he loved the way you shifted under his gaze; he couldn't help himself. Your eyes raked over the orc, seeing his armour and white wolf skin cloak. His deep green skin was a stark contrast to the bloodied metal and fur.

"I'm the Fae princess of Ellegard." Your words were small, barely a whisper, even though you tried to sound authoritative. The orc whistled to the guard, indicating for the cage to be opened, which the other orc followed suit swiftly. He stepped into the cage, towering over you with his huge figure, his smug smile hiding a bit of concern but never faltered from its sinisterness.

"A fae princess? My, my, how. Delicate." His deep voice made you gulp with a strange tingle in your gut, causing your wings to shiver slightly. His head tilted at the sight, his eyes darkening. "Stand."

You listened, standing tall on your shaky limbs. You were covered in dirt, even your wings stained with grime. His thick hand came up to gently brush along your appendage, dusting off some of the muck, watching the sparkles move along his fingers as he did. "Such pretty things... it would be a shame if they were to break."

You gasp, taking a step back, almost falling, but his hand comes to grab your waist quickly, holding you up. "No, please. I can't live without my wings."

He smirked again as he heard your sweet little gasp. His hand tightens on your waist while the other continues to run along the veins of your sheer appendages. "I could easily rip them off you if I wanted to. You're at my mercy, little princess."

Your hand comes up to brush against his chest, feeling the cold metal under your small hand. A tear pricked the corner of your eye as you watched him with a pleading gaze while he continued to touch you. "P-please. Don't hurt me."

He pouted mockingly as he carefully wiped the tear away with his thumb. For an orc, he was extremely gentle—almost caring. "Awe, don't cry. I have no intention of hurting you. All you will be doing is proving yourself to me."

"P-proving?" You finally meet his gaze, staring deep into his pitch-black eyes. His smile grows as he nods, loosening his grip on you. He walks back over to the bars of the cage, running a finger along the rust.

"Yes, prove yourself. Prove that you're worthy of being my Cheiftess. That you're strong enough to be by my side and rule my clan with me." He turns back around with a determined look. An almost crazed gaze in his eyes.

You stare at him with shock, covering your mouth with your hand to mumble, "Chieftess!? You want to take me as a wife!"

He chuckled, a deep, guttural sound. "That's right. I've been looking for someone to be my wife, someone to rule beside me and bear my children. And you, little princess, have caught my eye."

You looked towards the locked door and noticed you were completely alone. All the orc guards had left you alone with him... You gulped, "But... you're an orc, and I'm a fae..." Your eyes briefly wander down to the cloth that hides his lower half. "We are of different sizes..."

He follows your gaze before letting out a low, amused laugh. "Ah, yes. The size difference. That doesn't matter, little one. I'm certain we can make it work."

You swayed a little from side to side, unsure of what to say. Or what to do. Your mind was all over the place, from the war only breaking out a moon ago to laying awake in a Dungeon, crying yourself to sleep while begging for death to take you away. You had no idea who had raided your home, only hearing whispers from others that the man was cruel and beastly. You still would have never thought it would be him. The beast of myth. The creature you read about in text. James Bucky Barnes... the White Wolf. The great change.

Bucky was right next to you when you shook the fog from your eyes. He was so close to the point that you could feel the heat of his body once again. His voice dropped to a low, sultry tone. "Are you afraid, princess? Afraid of what I might do to you? Or what I might make you do?"

Your eyes widened, stuttering, "I... I don't know."

He chuckles, his hand reaching up to gently caress your cheek. "Well, I'm gonna take that as a yes. So don't worry, you're pretty little head. I'm gonna take good care of you." His touch was so gentle, so comfortable. You couldn't help but feel completely conflicted by his actions and his words. Never in your life would you ever think someone would speak so softly towards you. Calling you such sweet names. Actually, look at you instead of through you... And it also happened to be by enemy number one.

From the destruction of your home and the increasing number of orcs that would outweigh your species. Deep down, you knew there was no other choice than to play along until you could escape and find your family. So you nod slowly to him, accepting his offer.

He smiles, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin, gently tilting your head up to look at him. "Good girl. You're a fast learner. I like that. Now, let's get you out of this cage, shall we?"

You nod again, choosing to stay silent for the moment. He simply grins, his eyes glistening with a mix of lust and excitement as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a key. He moves from your body to unlock the cage door before reaching his hand out for you to take. "You're mine now, princess, and I intend to make sure you never forget it."

You yelp as he grabs your wrist, pulling you snugly against him. The grip was firm but not painful. There was tenderness hidden beneath. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. You're a mess, princess."

You follow him close, eyeing where everything is. Fires burning, tents set up everywhere. Your home was as good as gone. And you didn't know how to feel about it. Anger? Joy? The looming question was if your parents—the king and queen—were even still alive. He led you through the back end of the camp, his hands still wrapped around your wrist as he guided you into a huge tent. He pushes the flap aside as he leads you inside, the interior of the tent dimly lit by a few lanterns hanging from the ceiling.

The tent is spacious, with a large couch-like bed on the left side with a few chairs and tables scattered around the edge. There was also a small fire pit in the middle of the tent, and a few animal pelts laid out on the floor around it. "Welcome to my quarters, princess. You'll be staying here for now until we can go home."

"Home..." You whispered with a gulp as you held your stomach. The large orc noticed your nervous expression. He gave you a gentle, toothy smile, eyes raking over your shaky body.

"You look scared, princess. Don't worry, I won't bite," he leans down to whisper in your ear, "much."

Your eyes widen as you look around the room, slowly trying to free your hands from his tight grip. Panic suddenly set in. The sudden need to run was becoming increasingly prominent.

He noticed you trying to free your hands, so he tightened his grip, pulling you closer to him. "Ah ah ah, no escaping, princess. You're mine now, remember? You can't go anywhere without my permission."

You felt a nerve snap. "Yes, I'm aware of that." You speak bluntly. "I just wish to have my hands free." You look at him with a squinted expression, annoyance lingering in your tone. "I will not flee. I promise."

He eyes you for a moment, studying your face before finally relentingly, releasing your wrists. "Very well, princess. But remember, you're still my prisoner. You do as I say when I say it. Understood?"

You rub your red-pained wrists as you sigh, "I understand."

He smiles, satisfied with your response. Walking over to a large chest, he opens it to pull out a simple sheer sleep-like dress. "Put this on. It'll be more comfortable than those filthy rags you're wearing."

You gaze upon the fabric he's holding, taking it slowly from him. The silk was soft, almost like royal Elvin. It was only when you held it against your frame that you noticed. This is mine!? Your eyes widened, snapping back up to see his smug face, almost as if he had read your mind. No words were exchanged, though, only longing looks and thickening tension. That was until you spoke softly, "C-could you... Turn around while I change."

Bucky simply raised a brow at your request. He eyes your figure one last time before complying with your words, turning around with arms tightly crossed. "There, happy now, Princess?"

You couldn't help but sigh lightly, feeling like you could breathe again. No longer under his strong gaze. "Yes, I am." It was a quick response, but he could hear the sweetness in your tone, making him aware there was a smile on your delicate features.

Staring at his armour-covered back, you can finally take in the detail on the metal now that the pelt he had draped on was gone. The flower design on the outer lining. The cloth wrapped around his waist was thick leather, most likely the skin of a dragon. You had an expectation in your head from the books, but actually seeing him in person was a different story. You couldn't seem to shake the tingle in your gut the moment you saw him. Confliction raiding your mind. A part of your brain was overjoyed; he was the one who captured you, and the other was screaming that orcs are nothing but beasts. You could hear your mother screaming at you, calling you tainted for even thinking such a beast could be an equal to your own species.

But then again, no one was equal to Fae. She hated all other creatures, considering all of them as slaves or peasants. Your father would even strike you if you ever tried to suggest otherwise. But your feelings did not matter. The longing did not matter. Nothing did. Only your parents mattered. Only the kingdom mattered. You had a duty, and you had to follow it. Otherwise, you are unclean.

Bucky’s low chuckle caught you out of your thoughts—that you hadn't even noticed you slipped into. His head shook, still facing away from you. "You're a shy princess. I have to admit it's adorable. But you need to hurry up, little one. I don't have a lot of time."

You sporadically look around the room in search of the exit. Once spotting it, without another thought, you jump into flight, weaving towards it. But as you reached for the slit in the tent, Bucky turned around just in time to see what you had planned. Surprise painted his expression as he lunged forward, grabbing you by the waist before rotating you so he could hold you flush against his chest.

"Oh no, you don't, princess. You're not going anywhere." His voice was right in your ear as you thrashed against him, flapping your wings with all the strength you could muster.

He grins, clearly enjoying your attempts to escape. Holding you tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around you like a vice grip. But from the powerful wind of your wings, he lost his balance, falling back onto the couch with a grunt. "Stop struggling, princess. You're only making it harder for yourself."

You didn't listen; your body beginning to panic, but not because of being held by him. Your whole life had crumbled in one night. You felt guilty and refused to admit that you were happy about it. You try to wiggle off him, your hand hitting his armour. Your legs fell on either side of his waist, making you fall more snugly against him. He let out a low growl, feeling you rub against him in a way that sends shivers down ones spine. He tightens his grip on you even more, his hands roaming over your body, finding the base of your wings. "I said, stop struggling, little one. You're only making this more fun for me."

Your wings had stopped their flapping, but your hips continued to buck. He let out a sharp gasp, his head tilting back slightly, feeling your little frame struggle against him. Your clothed pussy was rubbing against his growing cock so nicely, he couldn't help himself from feeling more and more aroused with each passing breath. "Oh, princess... you're playing with fire now."

He used the hand that was at the base of your wings to snake up to grab a fist full of your hair, tugging you back, forcing you to look up at him. "You're feisty, you know that."

There was rage clouding your judgement, all the pent-up aggression you had bottled up for years, finally overspilling, but you were yelling at the wrong person, "I will never listen! Never submit. I didn't ask for any of this!" You finally settled, but only to hit him against his metal-covered chest.

"I have had people try to mould me into their perfect tool. But they had all failed. I will never listen." You hit him again, your knuckles starting to redden. "I'm not your perfect little daughter. I will never be... pure enough... for you." Tears rolled down your red, flustered cheeks, your knuckles bloody and bruised. You finally stopped, sobbing quietly while your forehead fell against his chest.

His expression becomes unreadable as he watches your little outburst. He had been told by one of his informants that you were being abused by your family, but he didn't expect you to be so...broken. He couldn't help but feel the desire to slaughter everyone who had hurt you. His grip on your hair loosened. "You do not have to be perfect for me..." He lifted up your face to wipe your tears as he said your name for the first time tonight.

Your face was inches from his, and you hadn't realised until the cool breeze brushed over your shoulder that while struggling, one of his claws must have torn the strap to your shirt, exposing your soft skin slightly. "Looks like your clothes are getting a little torn up, princess. I guess I got a little too rough with you during our struggle."

You blushed, looking away from him. "Then unhand me." Even though you tried to speak firmly, you no longer made an effort to move, feeling like all your adrenaline had finally washed away. You had become vulnerable in front of the enemy... Maybe your mother was right. You were simply just useless.

He gave out a lowly chuckle, fully loosening his grip on you. His hand rested on your hip while the other ran a finger along your exposed flesh. "And why should I, baby? I think I quite like having you in my arms."

"You cannot hold me in your arms forever." You huff, placing both my hands on his strong chest, moving to sit completely straight, staring up at him.

"Maybe not forever, but for now, I shall hold you. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it." He smirks as he pulls you closer to him. You lean back in annoyance, taking in his whole demeanour. Your arms cross over your chest, pushing your breasts up, making more cleavage pop out the top of your rags. You notice his eyes flicker down to your chest, lingering on the plump flesh for a moment before snapping his stare back up to your face. "You poor sweet thing. Why would anyone ever want to hurt you..."

You were stunned by his words, feeling your heart race at his softness. Noticing your shocked silence, Bucky had to smile brightly, his tusks being shown off proudly in the grin. "You are too cute. And I bet you'd look even cuter under me."

You growled, almost sounding like an angry cat at his inappropriate remark. You couldn't lie to yourself though, knowing just how much his words affected you. But he didn't need to know that. He chuckled nonetheless, clearly amused by the noise that left your lips. He had to stroke your hair, which was surprisingly gentle as he whispered, "You're even cute when you're angry, princess."

You go to move off him again, feeling his hands loose on your frame, but when you shifted you felt your lower half rub against his half-hard cock, making you suddenly deathly aware of the situation you had gotten yourself into. You froze. "..I..."

Bucky let out a deep grumble, bucking his hips lightly while his hands tightened once again on your hips, stilling you. "You're playing with fire again. Keep doing that, and I won't be able to control what happens next."

Your gaze flutters towards what lies beneath you, seeing the large outline under the cloth and leather he is wearing. He's huge... You gulp. The orc seemingly noticed your eyes travel down, making him smirk with pride. "See something you like, Princess?" He taunts.

Snapping your head back up, you look around the room with brightened red cheeks, trying to calm your racing heart rate. "N-no..."

He growled, his smirk growing wider. "You're a terrible liar. The look on your face says everything. You were staring at my cock, weren't you, princess?"

You stutter, feeling yourself wanting to crumble into a ball and hide forever. "I don't know what you are talking about..."

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing you to look back at him. His deep, almost pitch-black eyes bore holes into your own as he read your expression. You couldn't help but clench around nothing, a pulse shifting through your cunt. He could feel every movement, making him groan while his cock twitched in response. He had to pull you closer, his hand exploring your figure. "By the gods, you drive me crazy, princess."

"Good." You poke your tongue out like some child throwing a tantrum. But Bucky was quick, snatching your tongue between his fingers. He gripped your wet appendage firmly but not too painfully.

"Careful now. You've been testing my patience all night. If you keep this up, I will punish you, darling." Your eyes widen at his action, your body shaking at the new nickname. Your mouth has to open more as his thumb pushes against your tongue, watching it create a bundle of saliva which started to leak out onto your chin and his hand. His eyes hollow with growing desire as he stares at the drool, watching it drip onto your lap. "You look so pretty like this, princess. All messy and helpless. I could do anything I want to you right now, and you wouldn't be able to stop me."

Your wings flap in annoyance as a high-pitched noise leaves your throat. His grip on your tongue tightens slightly as he mocks, "Oh, don't give me that look, princess. You brought this on yourself. You were being a brat, and now you're paying the price."

You let out a huff through your nose, mimicking the way Orc's huff when they are displeased. That made Bucky raise his brow, but then you ground your hips against him, causing his fingers to loosen off your tongue. He looked at you with a mix of surprise and lust in his eyes, watching you pull away from his grip. "Fuck you have no idea how badly I want to lose control."

It was like the world had stopped, like nothing mattered anymore. And for the first time, the power was in your hands. You weren't a doll to be dressed up and manipulated by others. You weren't a toy to be thrown around and forgotten the next. You had power and wanted to see what you could do with it. "If you want to lose control so badly, Why don't you?"

His grunt was animalistic, rumbling up his throat, his eyes narrowing even more at the challenge you gifted him. "You're asking for it, darling. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Before you could let out any snarky reply, the large orc tipped you back until you were both falling towards the floor. He held onto you tightly, his one hand bracing your head while the other held your waist, easily manhandling you onto the soft pelts that lay spread on the floor by the fire. A small 'oof' left your lips as you watched Bucky above you with pure surprise. His grin was toothy, his huge frame caging you snuggly. "You look so good like this, darling. Laying here, at my mercy. You have no idea what thoughts are running through my mind right now."

You rolled your eyes without a thought, wiggling slightly with a small pout. This caused him to chuckle, using one of his hands to grip your chin again, but this time squishing your cheeks together. "Oh, you think you're so tough, princess? Trying to act like you're not enjoying yourself right now. But I know deep down. This is all you've ever wanted. Like you said, you'll never be pure for your family. For your kingdom. So why not just fully commit to it?"

You gulp, feeling your pointed ears redden as your gaze never left his. He was right. You both knew it. You had dreams of being swept away. Having the saviour come to rescue you from your royal prison. But a part of you—the part that still is her family's little princess—wanted to stay, prove you were pure enough. Make your family proud. It was pitiful, really.

"Come on, darling? I can see the effect I have on you. Your ears and face, are all red and flushed. Your hips are bucking at every movement. The staggered pants and lust-filled eyes. You're enjoying this. You like being pinned down by a big, strong orc like me."

You shook your head no, and you don't even know why. Stop fighting, you screamed to yourself. Your parents never loved you. No one ever looked at you. But Bucky...he was looking at you and not just as a prize to be won or a trophy to be left on a stand. He looked at you like you were real. Like you deserved attention. Like you were the only thing left in this god-forsaken realm.

His expression was unreadable again, his hand moving from your chin to your hair, stroking the strands gently with a sigh. "You're a terrible liar. Must I repeat that? I can see right through you. Why must you be too stubborn to admit it?"

"I..." You stop yourself, watching his gaze never leave your own. His hand that sat on your waist, moved delicately upwards, slowly sliding along your body, feeling the tattered rags beneath the pads of his fingers.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I just need a yes, and I can make anything you've ever dreamt of come true. You're mine now, and I'm gonna make sure you never forget." Your whole body was shaking as he continued to move his hand along your figure. His touch is gentle but possessive at the same time.

"P-please..." You whisper, your eyes fluttering closed, your body giving in to temptation. He moves his mouth to your neck, his breath tickling your skin, but he doesn't inch closer.

"That's not a yes, darling." He grunts, his other hand moving from your hip to your thigh, pushing them open gently, holding you in place as he continues to explore your body. He watches the way your brows scrunch and your eye seal shut. The way your hips beg for friction and your mouth parts, desperate for another. But he still needed to hear you say it. He needs that single word to leave your lips.

A long, deep sigh left your lungs, but no matter how hard you tried, the word you needed didn't come out. It was like someone had held your mouth closed or taken the word from your vocabulary. And then you had an idea. Opening your eyes, you are met with Bucky’s soft gaze. White Wolf was gone from his expression, leaving only him. "...Mok..." [yes]

Bucky froze, staring down at you with narrowed eyes. He couldn't believe what he had heard. You...his delicate little fae, speaking Orcish. He smiled toothly, closing the gap between his lips, latching his tongue on the hot skin of your neck. He kissed and nibbled at your jugular, his hand on your thigh gently stroking the soft skin. You spread your legs without much control, feeling yourself finally relax under him. He chuckles, his hand moving to rest on the inside of your thigh, his fingers gently tracing circles on your skin that was close to your dripping core. "That's it, Darling. Open up for me. Let me see all of you."

He takes in the way your body finally relaxes, seeing all your defences slowly wash away. His lips travel along your collarbone, where he starts to place kisses and gentle nibbles, feeling the way your body reacts to his touch. Your eyes are completely shut now while your hands unclenched from being fists. Your legs spread further, feeling the cloth that was covering your lower half now riding up your figure ever so slightly. His hand moved higher up your thigh, his fingers tracing along the hem of the fabric covering you, teasing the cotton. He pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over your body as he takes in the sight of you spread out beneath him.

"You never need to have fear ever again..." He whispers against your skin, hearing you moan as his hand moves even higher up your plump flesh, his fingers brushing against the edge of your panties. "...Bin mog g'thazag cha.." [I will protect you]

You felt tears run down your face as you heard his sweet words in his native tongue. The feeling of his fingers on your clothed cunt makes your hips buck and a whimper to leave your trembling mouth. He watches as your hips buck and you let out a whimper, his eyes darkening with desire. He leans down to whisper in your ear again, "So responsive, Darling. You're so sensitive. I can feel how much you want me, even through your wet panties." You feel him pull your panties to the side seeing your soaked pussy in his full. He swore he almost busted a nut right then and there. He couldn't feel but have a satisfying smirk on his face as he took you all in, "Look at that, Baby. You're so wet for me. Do you need me to touch you?"

You whimper at the cool air hitting your cunt feeling the need for more. Your hips bucking as you finally open your eyes to look up at him pleadingly, "P-please Bucky..."

He grins triumphantly, his hand moving to gently stroke your pussy, cupping it entirely. "So you do know my name, Darling..." He continues to stroke you, bringing his pointer finger to your clit, moving in slow teasing circles. "You're gonna moan my name so beautifully. I love hearing the sounds you make when I touch you. It's like music to my ears."

"Please more, Bucky." You admit.

He chuckles, his fingers moving faster as he gives you what you want. "That's a good girl, begging for more. I love seeing you like this, all needy and desperate for me. I'lI give you more, don't worry. I'lI give you everything you need and more."

You nod at his words, grinding your hips against his fingers, feeling yourself creep closer to your climax. He watched in awe, as he let out a grunt, "That's it, Darling. Fuck yourself on my fingers. Let yourself feel the pleasure. You're so close, I can feel it. Just a little bit more, and you'll come for me. Take all of it. All this pleasure is yours to take."

It didn't take long for all your pent-up emotions to come breaking through the gates, tipping you over the edge, as you come against your big orcs fingers. "Fuck..."

"That's it. Such a good girl. I knew you could do it. You're such a good girl when you listen to me." He chuckles as he pulls his hand away, watching a string of your juices soaking his fingers, even some of it leaking out onto the pelt below you. Bucky’s eyes roll back as he takes his fingers inside his mouth, tasting the sweetness that is you, all the while you stare in disbelief, having never seen such a hot sight. "You liked that, didn't you, little one? Seeing me lick your slick off my fingers. You like seeing me taste you. Like knowing that you're mine and can do whatever I want to you? Hmm?"

You nod a little too quickly, but you couldn't care anymore. "Yes..." It was suddenly like your tongue was loosened and all the words you've kept deep inside were suddenly spilling out, "And to answer you before, I've known who you are for a long time. heard the stories of the orc who raided villages. I.. I admire you. and I felt ashamed to be a fae in love with an orc. But all the good you did. All the species you had saved, it was hard not to..." You felt your face redden as you noticed what you had just said. All your secrets had been let out to dry. You let out a whine, covering your face with your hands. "I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Bucky was taken aback for a moment, before a smirk formed on his face, grabbing your wrists with a deep chestful giggle. "You've known who I am for a long time, huh? And you've been in love with me? That's quite a confession princess. I never thought a Fae would be interested in an Orc like me. But I have to admit, it's nice to hear you say that."

You sucked in a breath, watching every detail and expression on his face, "You're a war hero. I don't care if you're an orc... In fact, I love that you are." You felt a little self-conscious speaking about such things, but Bucky had made you feel like it was okay to open up in just a few houe than your parents and other Fae like friends had ever in your life.

He looks at you with a mix of surprise and pride, enjoying the way his ego was being stroked by you, "A war hero, huh? You really know how to flatter a guy. I never thought I'd hear those words from a Fae, let alone one who's in love with me. It's nice to be appreciated for my accomplishments and not just for my strength and brutality. So thank you, my darling."

You sat up slowly, watching as he followed your every move until he was on his knees. You finally take him all in, "I'm sorry for trying to run away before, I was..." You felt tears creep down your cheeks as you hiccuped, "I was so scared.... what my village would think of me. What would the Fae King and Queen... my parents would say. T-they hate orcs."

Bucky reaches out to gently wipe the tears from your puffy face. "Hey, it's okay. I understand why you were scared, little one. It's not easy to go against your family's beliefs and expectations. But you don't have to be afraid anymore. I won't let anyone hurt you, especially not your parents. You're mine now, and I'll protect you no matter what."

"You promise?" You hiccuped.

He nods, his expression serious but soft, "I promise, my love. I swear on my honour as an Orc that I will protect you and keep you safe. You're under my protection now, and no one will lay a hand on you without going through me first."

You reach for him, your hands snaking around his neck. Bucky let you guide him into a tender kiss. He was caught off guard for only a moment but quickly recovering as he wrapped his arms around your small figure, pulling you flush against his chest.

He kisses you back fiercely, his tongue dominating your mouth as he claims you as his own. You drop a hand to the knotted leather against his shoulder, untying the straps of his armour. He helps to get the chest plate and any other metal off his deep green body. Pulling away for a moment, you could finally see all the scars and blemishes on him, knowing each wound held a story. Without a second thought, your hands found the cloth around his waist, letting the fabric fall off his pelvis, freeing his angrily hard cock. He looks down at you with a mixture of desire and amusement grabbing his cock to squeeze it firmly, "Eager, are we, Darling? You can't wait to see what I'm packing, huh?"

You stutter, bring your hands to your sides as your wings shiver in anticipation. "Y-yes..." You admit.

"You're so cute when you blush, Darling. And those wings of yours are trembling with excitement. You're practically begging for it, aren't you? My precious little Fae."

You gulp, but instead of verbally responding, you decide to untangle the bow that laid on your shoulder, letting the rags fall off your figure before throwing the cloth somewhere in the room. Bucky watched with a bitten lip as his gaze darkened with lust, getting a full view of your pretty plump breasts and your dripping cunt.

"Fuck, princess. You look so beautiful like this. Spread out for me, completely bare and ready for me to take. You're certainly a sight to behold." He moves closer to you, positioning himself between your legs, his thick thighs only barely fitting. Your eyes had fogged over with a new form of adrenaline, shaking in anticipation over the idea of having him deep inside you. He positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing your tight hole. You both took a large breath as he slowly began to ease inside you, watching as every inch of his cock sunk deeper and deeper. The burn sent your mind into a tailspin as you dropped your head back onto the soft fur below you. Most fae men were tiny and did not pack enough length or girth, but orcs, they were huge in every possible way.

"Oh, love, you're so tight. I can feel your pretty little pussy clenching so much." He chuckles at your gasp, watching your face contort in a painful pleasure. He enjoyed the feeling of your tightness around his cock. He slowly starts to push into you more and more, taking his time to make sure you can handle his size. Your screams grew louder as you basked in the feeling of him. Bucky couldn't help but groan in response to your lushish noises, feeling them fuel his own desire to keep going. "That's it, darling. Let me hear you scream. You feel so good around me. You're taking me so well, like a good girl."

He continues to push into you, his cock stretching you wider and wider until he finally bottoms out inside you, his cock buried to the hilt. He lets out a low growl of satisfaction, "You're taking all of me, baby. You're so full of me, aren't you? You're stretched around my cock like a perfect little cock sleeve."

You nod panting through your bitten lip as you stare up at him with watery eyes, "s-so full."

He smirks at your response enjoying the way you're reacting to his size, "You like being full, baby? You like feeling me stretching you out. Fill you up? You're such a good girl, taking my cock like this. I bet you'll be even more perfect when I start to move, huh?"

"Yes, Please. More. I need more." You confess, your voice raised over several octaves as your nails scrape along the pelts.

He grins at your pleading, "Oh, my love, you're so eager. You want me to start moving, huh? You want me to pound into you and make you scream my name?"

You whimper, bucking your hips against him while your hands move up to grab your thighs, holding them up so you are spread further for him to take you deeper. He growled, beginning to move, slowly at first, but then gradually picking up speed. He starts to thrust into you with a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of your soaked cunt. Your screams of his name are like a broken record, and you feel like you're already coming apart.

Bucky grumbles in response. His pace picks up as he senses that you're approaching the edge. "That's it, Darling. Scream my name. Let everyone know who's making you feel this good. I can feel you getting close. Are you going to come for me again, baby?"

Tears stained your puffy red cheeks as he picked you up, holding you tight around your waist. With his brute strength, he fucked up into you at a deeper angle causing you to let out a yelp, "Yes! I'm gonna come. I want to come around your huge cock!!"

"Good girl. You can come, baby. Come for me, let go and give in to the pleasure. I want to feel you clenching around me as you come undone." He barked as he watched with narrow eyes as your wings fluttered and flapped like crazy. He placed his large palm on your back, holding you close, letting you fall into the crook of his neck, nuzzling against him. You scream his name for a final time before coming, squirting all over his cock and the floor below. He groans as you come, feeling your walls clench around him chokingly. But he continues his harsh thrusts, riding out your orgasm to prolong your pleasure.

He let you back down onto the pelts below, taking in every detail of your shaking figure. From your fluttering wings to the way your pussy kept sucking him in. "You're so beautiful when you come, you know. I can feel you squirting all over me, soaking the fur. You're a mess, but you're my mess now, darling."

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. My mess. You couldn't help but giggle lightly at the thought. You had always been a mess, a disappointment, and unwanted. But in this moment, you were more than happy to be defined as 'a mess' as long as it was solely his.

"Your mess..." You spoke with a battered breath.

Bucky smiles back at you, his expression, possessive and proud, "That's right. You're mine. You belong to me now, and I'm never letting you go. You're my mess to play with and claim whenever I want." He leaned down to kiss your cheek delicately.

"Then claim me, Bucky...C-cum inside me." You hiccup as he shifts, making you feel every bump and vein of his cock inside your overstimulated pussy.

"So eager to please me, to be mine. It's adorable. But I think you've had enough for now. I don't want to break you just yet." He chuckled, slowly pulling out of you. But without another thought, you follow his movements. Using your wings, you push yourself into his arms, making him fall onto his back, letting you straddle him.

You can feel his cock resting against your ass, grinding gently on his pelvis, you whimper, "I want you to come to Bucky. I want to feel you come inside me."

Bucky was caught off by your confession. His parted lips quickly turned into a sly smirk as he clearly enjoyed the way you were begging for him. As if you couldn't get any more perfect, you one up yourself. "You want my cum, my love? You want me to fill you up and claim you from the inside out?"

You nod, making him groan as his cock twitched against you. His hands find your hips as he picks you up effortlessly. He rotates you until you are on all fours on the pelts, and your head is facing the fire pit. "I want to make you come one more time, and then I'll give you what you want. Got it?"

You feel like your body is already growing weaker by the second but you sigh at an 'okay' while you wiggle your hips, letting him sink back inside your abused pussy from behind. He thrusts pick back up, harshly snapping his hips into you. Bucky reaches down and starts to rub your clit with his thumb, adding extra stimulation to bring you closer to the edge. "You're doing so well, baby. Just a little bit more, and you'll come again for me. I can feel you getting close again. Just let go and let yourself feel the pleasure."

Your climax came quicker than the previous, your screams were stripped from a sore throat as you tipped over the edge clamping around his large cock while you drug your nails into the soft pelts. Bucky could feel his own orgasm approaching, but he held back, wanting to savour the feeling of you coming undone around him once more. He knew he would never get over the feeling of you clenching around him, and it was going to quickly become one of his favourite things in the world. "Your body is so responsive, so eager to please me. I'm going to fill you up now, my love. I'm going to claim you and make you mine forever."

The mixture of the flame from the fire and the heat shivering down your body made you hot to the touch, and with a few more hard snaps of Bucky’s hips, he finally reached his own climax. He lets out a low growl that is almost animalistic as he comes, his sticky load spilling deep inside your cunt. He keeps his cock buried inside you as he rides out his orgasm, making sure to fill you up entirely while he gazes at you. Laid out flat on the floor with a heaving chest. You were completely fucked out of my mind, sweaty and content. A smile plastered on your face, you whispered. "Thank you."

You had no real reason as to why you said those words, but in your heart made you felt like they needed to be said. Thank you for saving me. You thought. Thank you for being the hero the world needs. Thank you for keeping hope alive. Your mind wandered for the right words, but thank you was all that had come out in the end.

Bucky pulled out slowly, careful not to hurt you, but before he could say anything, he noticed you had fallen straight asleep. Your little snores make his heart swell. So he got to work, grabbing the sheets from the nearby bed before lying down next to you, wrapping his arms around your figure tightly so he could pull you close. His nose nuzzled in your messy and tangled hair as he whispered to you, "You belong to me now and I, you. Once we are home, we will be married. And you will finally have the freedom to do whatever your heart wishes."

He felt a twinge in his heart at the possibility of your parents trying to take you back, but he would gladly kill them before they would ever land another finger on you. He knows he's claimed you now, and he'll make sure everyone knows it, too, especially your filthy parents. You're his, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep you by his side. Protected and loved.

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Your blog is super helpful with advice and research.

Do you have any resources on writing a character with PTSD, specifically from the Vietnam War era? I want to be accurate and respectful.

Thank you so much!

Writing Notes: PTSD

Posttraumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)

in DSM–IV–TR, a disorder that may result when an individual lives through or witnesses an event in which they believe that there is a threat to life or physical integrity and safety and experiences fear, terror, or helplessness.

The symptoms are characterized by:

reexperiencing the trauma in painful recollections, flashbacks, or recurrent dreams or nightmares;

avoidance of activities or places that recall the traumatic event, as well as diminished responsiveness (emotional anesthesia or numbing), with disinterest in significant activities and with feelings of detachment and estrangement from others; and

chronic physiological arousal, leading to such symptoms as an exaggerated startle response, disturbed sleep, difficulty in concentrating or remembering, and guilt about surviving the trauma when others did not.

Subtypes are chronic posttraumatic stress disorder and delayed posttraumatic stress disorder.

When the symptoms do not last longer than 4 weeks, a diagnosis of acute stress disorder is given instead.

Changes in PTSD criteria from DSM–IV–TR to DSM–5 and DSM-5-TR include the following:

Exposure to the traumatic event may be secondhand if the event happens to a loved one or if there is repeated exposure to aversive details (e.g., as with first responders cleaning up after a disaster);

the subjective criterion requiring that the person feel fear, terror, or helplessness has been eliminated;

symptom clusters have been recategorized, with additional symptoms; and

separate criteria have been developed for children age 6 years or younger.

Who Develops PTSD?

Anyone can develop PTSD at any age.

Some factors can increase the chance that someone will have PTSD, many of which are not under that person's control.

For example, having a very intense or long-lasting traumatic event or getting injured during the event can make it more likely that a person will develop PTSD.

PTSD is also more common after certain types of trauma, like combat and sexual assault.

Personal factors—like previous traumatic exposure, age and gender—can affect whether a person will develop PTSD.

What happens after the traumatic event is also important.

Stress can make PTSD more likely, while social support can make it less likely.

What Are the Symptoms of PTSD?

PTSD symptoms usually start soon after the traumatic event, but they may not appear until months or years later.

They also may come and go over many years.

If the symptoms last longer than 4 weeks, cause you great distress, or interfere with your work or home life, you might have PTSD.

There are 4 types of PTSD symptoms.

To be diagnosed with PTSD, you need to have each type.

That said, everyone experiences symptoms in their own way.

Reliving the event (also called re-experiencing symptoms). 

Memories of the traumatic event can come back at any time.

They can feel very real and scary. For example:

You may have nightmares.

You may feel like you are going through the event again. This is called a flashback.

You may see, hear or smell something that causes you to relive the event. This is called a trauma reminder, cue or trigger. News reports, seeing an accident, or hearing fireworks are examples of trauma reminders.

Avoiding things that remind you of the event. 

You may try to avoid situations or people remind you of the trauma event.

You may even avoid talking or thinking about the event. For example:

You may avoid crowds because they feel dangerous.

You may avoid driving if you were in a car accident or if your military convoy was bombed.

If you were in an earthquake, you may avoid watching movies about earthquakes.

You may keep very busy or avoid getting help so you don't have to think or talk about the event.

Having more negative thoughts and feelings than before the event. 

The way you think about yourself and others may become more negative because of the trauma.

For example:

You may feel numb—unable to have positive or loving feelings toward other people—and lose interest in things you used to enjoy.

You may forget about parts of the traumatic event or not be able to talk about them.

You may think the world is completely dangerous, and no one can be trusted.

You may feel guilt or shame about the event, wishing you had done more to keep it from happening.

Feeling on edge or keyed up (also called hyperarousal). 

You may be jittery, or always alert and on the lookout for danger.

You might suddenly become angry or irritable. For example:

You may have a hard time sleeping.

You may find it hard to concentrate.

You may be startled by a loud noise or surprise.

You might act in unhealthy ways, like smoking, abusing drugs or alcohol, or driving aggressively.

What Are the Symptoms of PTSD in Children?

Children may have symptoms like those above or other symptoms.

As children get older, their symptoms are more like those of adults.

Here are some examples of PTSD symptoms in children and teens:

Children under 6 may get upset if their parents are not close by, have trouble sleeping, or act out the trauma in their play.

Children ages 7 to 11 may also act out the trauma through play, drawings or stories. Some have nightmares or become more irritable or aggressive. They may also want to avoid school or have trouble with schoolwork or friends.

Children ages 12 to 18 have symptoms more similar to adults: depression, anxiety, withdrawal, or reckless behavior like substance abuse or running away.

Vietnam War Veterans

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) has a long and complicated history.

During the Civil War it was call DaCostas Syndrome, named for the doctor who published about the troubling symptoms he was seeing in soldiers from both sides of battle. They suffered:

shortness of breath,

rapid pulse, and

fatigue during times of stress, and especially when recalling certain aspects of battle.

Shell shock,

Battle Fatigue, and

Post Vietnam Syndrome were all names given to symptoms of PTSD before it was officially added to the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) as an anxiety disorder in 1980. It has since been changed to a trauma and stressor related disorder.

Military service and PTSD are often linked because of the danger men and women in the armed forces face.

Their ability to show grace and present calm after traumatic experiences in life threatening situations can often be misinterpreted by those around them as being “fine”.  

The reality of war zones often forces them to march forward without the opportunity to process the trauma as other civilians might be able to.

A flash of light, a noise, or unexpected movement can trigger a jarring memory for service members thus causing them to experience PTSD. 

Symptoms can be distressing to daily life and create daily traumatic experiences. 

In the past, the image of the brave soldier made acknowledging, discussing and getting help for PTSD nearly impossible for many veterans. 

Alcohol abuse, addiction, depression, muscoskeleton pain and other illnesses are frequently linked with PTSD and can cause problems in family and work life creating distress for veterans and the people who care most about them.

A major difference during the Vietnam War and previous wars was the homecoming experience.

While their fathers had come home from World War II to ticker-tape parades and national adulation, Vietnam veterans were often told to hide their military service or encouraged to not share it with others.

Many were maligned and mistreated.

This compounded the trauma that they experienced in Southeast Asia. 

Vietnam veterans worked to change the narrative around PTSD. Men like Max Cleland, Lewis Puller Jr., and Hal Moore openly spoke about their struggles adjusting to civilian life.

Do People With PTSD Get Better?

After a traumatic event, it's normal to think, act, and feel differently than usual--but most people start to feel better after a few weeks.

Talk to a doctor or mental health care provider (like a psychiatrist, psychologist, counselor or social worker) if your symptoms:

Last longer than a month

Are very upsetting

Disrupt your daily life

"Getting better" means different things for different people.

There are treatment options for PTSD. For many people, these treatments can get rid of symptoms altogether. Others find they have fewer symptoms or feel that their symptoms are less intense.

Your symptoms don't have to interfere with your everyday activities and relationships.

What Treatments are Available?

Both trauma-focused psychotherapy (sometimes called counseling or talk therapy) and medication are proven to treat PTSD.

Sometimes people combine psychotherapy and medication.

Trauma-focused psychotherapy

A few trauma-focused psychotherapies are the most highly recommended treatments for PTSD.

"Trauma-focused" means that the therapy focuses on the memory of the traumatic event or its meaning.

The 3 most effective types of trauma-focused psychotherapy are:

Cognitive Processing Therapy (CPT) where you learn skills to understand how trauma changed your thoughts and feelings. Changing how you think about the trauma can change how you feel.

Prolonged Exposure (PE) where you talk about your trauma repeatedly until memories are no longer upsetting. This will help you get more control over your thoughts and feelings about the trauma. You also go to places or do things that are safe, but that you have been staying away from because they remind you of the trauma.

Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR), which involves focusing on sounds or hand movements while you talk about the trauma. This helps your brain work through the traumatic memories.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Notes ⚜ Character Development (Tips & Notes) ⚜ PDFs

Consider the above notes, and then the following tips & advice to further develop your character:

Writing about Mental Health Conditions

Character Development

Thanks for telling me, I'm glad to hear that! You can find more information in the links. If you can, speaking with a person/s with PTSD would provide valuable insight into your story, as well as doing further research on media portrayals of and by people with PTSD. All the best with your writing!

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౿ ݁ . 🚀 ︵ ｡ Ꮺ ˚ now introducing… an 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 x 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 story .ᐟ⋆

synopsis: Lyla always knew she was different, she just didn’t realize how different. Sure, being raised by a trigger-happy raccoon and a talking tree isn’t exactly standard in any galaxy, but it was her normal. It’s what shaped her into the seventh member of the Guardians of the Galaxy. And after getting caught up in a mission gone wrong (something she was pretty used by now), Lyla believes she ended up stranded on another side of the galaxy... Or maybe, another universe?

𝓢𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

TRACKLIST !!

falling skies — yungblud ft. charlotte lawrence

1960 — humbe

black star — radiohead

get jinxed — league of legends, djerv

headlock — imogen heap

love — zoé

chihiro — billie eilish

vienna — billy joel

and more !

CHAPTER COUNT . . .

empty for now, see you soon !

1. —

WARNINGS — AUTHOR NOTES

🛸, firstly, english is NOT my first language, so if you notice any errors or spelling mistakes, pls tell me so I can fix it!

🛸, since this is fanfiction, I want to take creative liberty at certain points. Don't expect material 100% attached to the movies, comics or the series, I'm trying to deliver something that feels a little fresher. Just as I will make modifications, as I said before, things that don't happen in the series may happen here and things that DO happen in the series may not happen here. The point is for it to be entertaining and for me to be able to create my own plot twists.

🛸, i'm not a marvel or invincible expert, I love both franchises, but keep in mind that the content may not be completely canon, so bear with me. 😭

🛸, even though this fanfic is about Mark Grayson, it is also about the Marvel universe and is a story about an individual protagonist who does not rely on a romantic interest to tell her story. There will be chapters that are exclusively about my protagonist, her story, her world, and what surrounds her. And if this doesn’t appeal to you, you are completely free to withdraw.

🛸, and btw this will be written in first person pov, so if you don’t like it pls don’t hate me ‼️

🛸, i hope every one of you enjoys this story! it’s my first time posting a story here on tumblr so i feel a little nervous, but i really wish that you guys would like it 💗 i’ll post the first chapter soon !!

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In lieu of your most recent art post, do you perhaps have some Nestor and Rafta thoughts to share with the class...? :0c

Oh man do I got thoughts to share with the class. Mainly sad but something fluffy too :)

Long rambling about my fave load bearing straights with slight spoilers and a TL:DR at the end:

With regards to Nestor and Rafta, I always consider it a greater tragedy than I do an all out romance. I know I've already gotten quite a bit of infamy (kinda lol) about how much I just talk about character dynamics and themes of the game and everything else in between. But why these two especially compel me is how, at least to me, I saw them as this narrative bridge between the cursed and non-cursed if that makes sense.

But to expand a bit about what I mean by a narrative bridge is that, as I've said many times before, cursed individuals are still very much people, it's just that their physiology and psychology have been altered drastically. The game hammers it so many times that some cursed individuals are still people and it is a gamble but ultimately a good thing to treat them as such. And meeting somebody who is very much capable of having a crush and shooting her shot whilst still being cursed was just very sappy and heartwarming to me. We've seen cursed individuals be capable of the full (not full but like surface level full) range of human emotions and expression. We see sarcasm, apathy, friendship. Mutt's Fish and Chips and the campfire boiler room are filled with interactions, dialogue and dynamics that proove this point. We've seen cursed individuals in standard human relationships but we've never seen an actual romance up to that point from cursed individuals post witnessing/ contact. (I'd count Lyle but that crush predates the Visitor by who knows how many years) This shows that cursed individuals are very much capable of being people in every sense of how we perceive our fellow man. It cements their status as people, sentient beings worthy of giving a damn about.

I choose to believe that Rafta did not intend to seize control of Nestor like that. From all of Rafta's dialogue she seemed too lucid to want to do any harm. To me, it seemed like it was genuinely unintentional, like she might not have even been fairly aware that she was cursed to begin with, that's what her dialogue implies at least. It seemed she might have just gotten too close to Nestor when he looked into her pipe and direct contact might've triggered something worse in her. So for her to take control of Nestor's body was most likely another instance of a cursed individual loosing control of their body and attacking/ harming other people. Jeanne is a very good example of this exact thing happening.

It makes me genuinely sad to think about because the Visitor's effects on society were far deeper than what is initially presented. Not only does this set the precedent that cursed individuals will be discriminated against but there will be pervasive paranoia amongst the non-cursed. Being sociable has far greater consequence than before. Sure if you hung out with a stranger before there's a chance they'd harm you in very human ways. But now as a non-cursed individual death isn't even the worst thing that can happen to you. This is slightly unrelated but it's an aspect that I can't ignore when thinking about Rafta and Nestor.

But as I've said before in a previous post, I do believe they could've made it work if it weren't for the ultimate reality (at least as of posting this, I'm still holding out hope there's a proper quest for these two and Eugene in a patch/ update) that Rafta takes control of Nestor's body. They could've been friends, they could've been romantic partners or they simply could've been acquainted with each other's presence. But we don't get that. We see Rafta seize control of his body and puppet him around. It's another cursed individual hurting an innocent non-cursed person. It's a budding relationship (romantic, platonic, acquainted etc.) being destroyed before it even starts. And seeing something be unwound both because it's my own/ the player's fault for telling Nestor to go and because Rafta couldn't control herself is tragic. It was preventable and yet to deny somebody of their feelings feels just as painful. By intentionally not giving Nestor that letter you send a message about how you feel about Rafta. It's as though you're telling she's not worthy of romance because of what she's become and you have the authority to decide that because you're normal. Even if that's not your thought process or intention by not giving Nestor the letter, you're still disregarding Rafta's feelings, there will always be some level of disrespect by not giving Nestor the letter. This disrespect ranging from unintentionally invalidating Rafta's feelings to completely dehumanising her, by seeing her as lesser than. You go through a whole quest, you search various levels of the apartment for this oddly specific stationery. You go through quite a bit of effort, which is an indication that you care about this quest and by extension Rafta to be doing all this. And as soon as this letter is drafted you say you're not gonna do that? You're just not gonna complete the quest after stringing this woman along, giving her a bit of hope with each piece of stationery you give her. That's fucked on so many levels.

Don't take my words as gospel, these are just thoughts that I have about these two. To me it's always been about how every interaction in this game is a microcosm of the greater reality of the game's world. It's not just a romantic tragedy between two people but it's another reflection of how relationships (applicable to all relationship types not just romantic) have been destroyed and eroded. That you can't even so much as date somebody without having some form of defense if you're not cursed. There's an erosion of trust of not only those close to you but to those you don't know. You have to have some level of trust in order to even try a first date and this breaks that trust completely. Yes there are examples of how people hangout despite it all, but that's all been cursed individuals hanging out together, you never see non-cursed people doing that other than Sam. The separation is understandable but it's clear.

I'd go deeper into that whole tangent about the erosion of relationships but then that goes into a connected but still separated from this post's territory that I already received an ask about and am genuinely excited to talk about. So that's a yap for another day.

But I do have more positive thoughts about the two :)

Here's a compressed list of some personal headcanons and ideas of mine:

Nestor was initially very hesitant to put his head next to the pipe so they instead compromised by having him sit next to the pipe and just talking. They'd just talk about whatever comes to their mind, they just wanted somebody to talk to in all the isolation of the world.

Nestor was camping out in the bathroom because he was understandably terrified of all the cursed individuals roaming the apartment. The dude was probably very relieved to get that letter because he just wanted some form of normalcy in all the chaos. "Like sure, talking to a girl through a pipe is weird but at least she's not a monster so that's normal enough for me." is what I imagine Nestor's thinking to be. And going off of that, Rafta absolutely would've hidden the fact that she is in fact, one of those monsters that Nestor about. Like some part of her eventually figured out that she was cursed, even if she doesn't want to fully accept that. She eventually confesses to him that she is cursed. He'd definitely feel betrayed, the one person he felt safe talking to about all this turns out to be another monster, probably trying to manipulate him into being it's food or something worse. But then he'd come around to it and realise there was definitely a bit of prejudice in how he talked about cursed individuals that he wasn't even aware of and Rafta helped him realise this. Definitely could work that into a fic.

(Already said this in a different ask) Them going on scheduled picnics. Like maybe between 12pm and 3pm they have a scheduled hangout time during The 15 Days. But they always go over whatever planned time they set up, they like each other's company that much :3

TL:DR: Rafta and Nestor's relationship is very sad to me because it shows how the relationship between cursed and non-cursed people are going to be difficult to form post Visitor.

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Nabi Notices (June 4, 2025)

We have a slew of BL stuff airing, but I'm not fixating on anything. Which means...I'm treating shows like a buffet. Basically sampling everything. I'm not admitting how many different shows I watched this week. But suffice it to say -> I'm taking full advantage of the buffet which means I'm probably gorging myself more than I should.

The Things I Noticed This Week:

Fabulous Fit

The looks that caught my attention this week were not full outfits but rings and necklaces.

The Next Prince

I'm intrigued by this necklace that Paytai wears. It's a bit hard to tell, but it might be a green rose which are symbols of the cobra clan. I really need a better shot of it to be sure though.

Did Ramil give it to him? If so, is it a version of a day collar? Or is it more like the other gifted necklaces we see in BLs. Because a lot of information about their dynamic could be hiding in that necklace.

Also in the category of "Does this mean anything", choir boy Jay not only starting sporting a ring after he started getting close to our hidden prince. He started wearing a necklace too. One with a ring style pendant (although it seems too small to be a ring).

Trapped in Osaka

And the necklace that's actually about "fit" rather than symbolism. I didn't realize a man wearing pearls would be a big deal for me. But now I know that I like it. I like it a lot.

Fascinating Find

I'm breaking my rules and repeating a show (and rehashing a post). I haven't researched a lot of new stuff this week. But this throw away line in The Next Prince triggered a bit of research about the cost of ambulances in different places around the world. I'm truly glad for all of you who get free or low-cost ambulance rides. That's wonderful. But I'd be giving the same look as Jay if someone asked me this question. Speaking from experience, those rides are expensive here.

Fantastic Frame

I'm cheating this week in this category too. I'm choosing scenes rather than frames.

The Untamed

I've made it to episode 10, and there are numerous beautiful frames. But I particularly enjoyed this scene. There's symbolism with the rabbits and multiple levels of underlying meaning to the dialogue. And I appreciated the framing too with a noticeable separation between Wei Wu Xian and the siblings. We already know that something bad goes down in the future to wreck this picture of harmony. They may be dressed the same. They may be representing the same clan. They may be enjoying their time together, but there's still a distance between them.

Followed by Lan Wang Ji looking up to say farewell. We know he wasn't just saying farewell to the rabbits.

Knock Out

Just like the other one, this is more about the scene than any particular frame.

I appreciate the chemistry between this pair, but they also keep subverting the norm. Keen is upset about the ex calling and interrupting what was a really good time, but he doesn't pitch an absolute hissy fix. And Than chooses to let Keen have his feelings while still showing that he's there for him. The hard moments are the test of a relationship, and I loved how this was handled. For a show that features boxing and some darker themes, this pair has been much softer than I anticipated.

Fun Flourish

Reset matching Armin's outfit to the poster in his room was a great detail. The movie Rebel Without A Cause has a lot of symbolism for Armin. There are so many potential quotes and parallels that could apply. It'll be fun to see exactly which ones are relevant as the show progresses.

I loved The Little Prince cake in Moon and Dust. Honestly, this show is probably my favorite thing I watched this week. References to the Little Prince already get me, but this one was even a bigger grab than normal. Enough so that it triggered a reread. After all, if we're going to have dialogue references (which we already have) and use it symbolically, I don't want to miss any of the connections. I'm almost certain big bro is our rose and there are so many delightful implications in that. Plus, the imp is majorly unhinged. I'm here for it.

Favorite Fragment

It should not come as any surprise that my favorite dialogue segment this week was the one between Kenta and Kim in Pit Babe 2. Like many people, I live for the crumbs. Would I even be watching it if this pair wasn't in the show this season? Maybe, but I make no promises.

The delivery of this line just worked. Just a simple statement of fact to show Kenta's resignation that he is unlovable 😭 and Kim's disbelief to remind us that he really did grow up in a completely different environment.

Feral Fan

The special category that only comes out every so often when a moment either just really shocks me or causes a very very strong reaction from me. And this week there were TWO. I appreciate my mutuals that let me hash out all of my thoughts on these scenes.

The Next Prince - There's an essay here.

My Stubborn - I enjoyed this lift. I also really expected them to cut away, but...they never did.

People have had very different takes on both of these scenes. But regardless of whether you loved it or hated it, it had an impact.

My Queue for the Coming Week:

As always, this is up to whim and fancy. I'm going to watch a lot of things that are NOT on this list. But here's the ones that I'm fairly certain I'll watch.

Moon and Dust (Ep 3)

My Stubborn (Ep 8)

Two Husbands, One Wife (Ep 9)

The Untamed (at least a few more)

LFLS -> Finishing up Ep 6

[bellestalesoffiction]

Got Milk? - Steve Rogers x mom!Reader

Summary: It's late at night and your neighbor is the only one that you know will help. He also happens to be Captain America

Warnings: fluff, mom!reader, female presenting reader, use of Y/N, named child, parental exhaust, past trauma, allusion to mental abuse/gaslighting by ex

A/N: This is unedited on my phone, 5 minute ficlet written in between answering phones at work when I should be doing my job. Also sorry if I miss any triggers, this is my first post like this in i think almost 2 years since Reassurance and Cuddles 😅 feedback appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

A frantic knock at his door had Steve jumping in his reading spot. He had been so engrossed in his newspaper that he didn't hear anyone approaching, rising from his spot the knock sounds again. He approached the door carefully, tension tightening when he picks up on the sniffling and whining of a child.

Cautiously, looking through the peephole, his body instantly relaxes entirely seeing his neighbor, Y/N, and her little boy in her arms, Alex.

"Hey, whats wrong?" He opened the door, taking in their state immediately. Y/N looked exhausted and ready to cry, tears brimming her eyes, a few betraying her already had escaped down her cheek. Little Alex, just a few weeks over a year old, curled into his mother whining and gripping at her shirt sniffling.

"I am so so sorry to bother you, Steve" Y/N started out, taking a shakey breath mid scentence, voice trembling sentence, "I-i just got off work, the sitter, Mrs. Derek's granddaughter drank the last of the whole milk with dinner and didn't say anything until I got home, a and Alex keeps waking up and won't go down, you wouldn't be able to spare a cup with the shops closed?" Y/N's voice drifted between exhausted anger and pure defeat as she looked up at him gripping her child arms shakey and tense.

Steve glanced at the digital clock in his stove. 12:43 glared back at him, he didn't realize it was that late at all.

"Of course, come in. Give me just a moment" he watched as she shyly stepped in, trying to make herself small, holding out the spill proof cup for Steve to fill, doing her best to soothe whatever was making Alex so upset.

Steve watched, his heart clenching for a moment, taking the cup and hurriedly filling it, wanting to help and make his little buddy feel better. He toke a moment to softly coax Alex, finger brushing softly against his cheek, standing behind Y/N so the little boy could see him clearly. Gently, Steve watched as the little guy lifted his head from hiding and offered him the cup, "hey buddy, need a drink?"

Alex whined lip trembling, wet spots on his mother's work vest from his tears, moved to grab his cup hugging it to his tiny body while rubbing at his face watching Steve as his little body slowly started to calm down, recognizing his 2 favorite people. Y/N let out a small breath of relief as her son's whimpers died down and he started to drink and soothe himself. Her shoulders sagged, arms shifting to continue holding up her son's growing weight.

"Here, why don't I take him for a moment and we can sit on the couch and get you off your feet?" Steve offered softly, keeping his voice low and calm. He had Y/N and Alex over plenty of times before, dinner, neighborly chats and even watched him for a bit when a sitter quit last minute and she had to run into work due to demanding shift managers threatening her job. Y/N looked up at him, tearing up again slightly, face flushed, and nods slowly, turning towards his living room still hugging Alex close, who was much calmer now and drinking the cool milk in his cup to soothe him.

Steve followed, hand resting on the small of her back in a guiding manner, concerned for both of them, having known them long enough that whatever had happened recently was enough to startle them both and it was more than just lack of sleep and milk.

Once seated on the couch, Steve grabbed a blanket and set it over Y/N's lap gently, moving to sit himself, holding out his hands for Alex, smiling softly. Alex, hugging his cup in one arm, reached out to Steve as well, babbling and cooing softly, sniffling slightly.

Y/N hesitated, but handed her baby boy over trying not to let the butterflies in her stomach come out to play seeing this man, their neighbor, be so soft and caring with her little boy. If only his father was that way, she thought, but no, she had to fall for the tricks of a man less than kind.

Alex's father had been a very handsome man, one that once made her feel secure and protected, but also talked down to her and made her feel like she needed to earn his love. He had slowly changed her view of her world, isolated from all her friends, family and those that had told her there was something off with him, waving those comments off stating they were jealous or couldnt see how he loved her. He had convinced her to move in with him, before suddenly getting a great opportunity in his carreer stating they had no choice but to move to Washington DC. A month later, with no support system, she had showed him a positive pregnancy test and he chose to blame her and leave her for his young secretary who wasn't trying to 'trap' him or force him to be what he wasnt, when he had been the one to for go protection.

This story Steve had heard few couple times when he had offered assistance. Y/N's story was always one that made his blood boil.

Steve had noticed how amazing Y/N is the more he got to know her. Living next door for the last 6 months, watching her struggle as her baby turned into a toddler, little Alex growing from 6 months old to a whole year. When Alex's birthday came around, Steve was sure to drop off a little cupcake and a gift, having felt bad that they had no one else to rely on. Y/Ns family had never responded when she tried to reach back out and same with friends. She had co-workers, sure, but Steve was pretty sure in the way she tried to hide in on herself most days, he was her only friend.

He wanted to be so much more to her and to Alex, and it seemed like Alex wanted that too with the way he settled right into Steve's elbow, drinking from his cup and his eyes drooping shut slowly, finally feeling calm enough to sleep.

Y/N watched Steve and Alex quietly, wiping away tears from another rough shift between the corner shop she worked at during the day to pay rent and the grocery stocking she worked in the evenings to buy food and keep Alex fed. She had gotten it from both managers for being half asleep durring her shifts, neither knowing that she had stayed up 2 nights in a row with teething pains and nightmares after Alex's father had shown up, drunk. He had been beating on her door, screaming at them making Alex cry in fear. She hadn't told Steve it had happened because she was scared to involve him in her toxic ex and his hot and cold attitude with their son. Scared that Steve would eventually see them in the same light, something not worth fighting for.

A sad soft tired smile graced her lips seeing Alex fully resting against the man that was there for them and that had helped so much more than their blood. A man that had been there and celebrated his 1st birthday with them, that had taken photos with and of them for a scrap book. A man that Y/N had a secret crush on, but would never admit because why ruin a good thing with messy relationship stuff when there was no one else around, especially because she thought she wasn't worth the trouble.

Little did she know, the super solider sitting across the sofa from her was thinking the exact opposite. Thinking they were exactly what he wanted to come home to, wondering how exactly to ask her over for dinner to discuss them and wanting to be apart of their family. Steve decided, that night in his apartment, baby asleep on his chest, hand reaching out towards Y/N, they were worth every battle.

[pointlesscandies]

Tag Game: Scenes I will never forget

Rules: Share 5-10 scenes you can't forget. Not your favorites, the ones that got stuck in your brain for any reason. thanks @watchthisqqq @dramalove247 and others for the tag!

Last Twilight: Mhok and Day breakup scene

Let me start out by saying this entire series broke me. It gave one of the most breathtakingly beautiful and real stories I have ever seen on TV, only to absolutely destroy it all in the last 2 episodes. I still don't think I have recovered from the tonal whiplash and from the destruction of a story that meant so so much to me for 10 weeks.

This scene shook me because it is just so unnecessary. This is not who Day is; especially because he knows about Mhok’s past trauma, and even more so, because it’s not that big of a deal. People decide not to move across the world because they want to stay close to their loved ones all of the time. That + the way that no one comforts Mhok and Mhok loses the person he loves more than anyone else and then it stays like that for three years has led to this scene being seared on my eyeballs. They deserved better.

First Note of Love: Neil and Matt in the car together Listen. I do not cry for much and when I tell you I sobbed over this scene. This may be the only show of 2024 that I actually cried at. The immense loss that Neil experienced is absolutely palatable in this scene. First Note of Love did grief better than I've ever seen it done in a bl and this scene in particular hits hard. Neil's desperate attempt at closure, him trying to ask his brother if it is okay if he moves on without him, and the crash coming suddenly to end their time together, just like it did for real three years ago. I may cry just thinking about it honestly.

Vice Versa: The Reunion Scene There’s something about this scene that has always stuck with me. The way Puen lights up when he sees Talay, only to immediately shut down when he thinks it’s Tess. And then the look on his face when he realizes that they are finally back together again. The hug. The crying. The way that even in this emotional scene they’re both teasing the other. Honestly idk what they put in this scene but I definitely have it saved on youtube just as a little treat for myself

City of Stars: The Reunion Catch me here noticing in real time that I have a thing for reunion scenes. What can I say? I’m a softy at heart. This reunion was just so sweet and wholesome and it truly showed how much these two love each other. Fueang dropping the plates to bolt up the stairs, and then the way he starts to cry as soon as he hugs Krom because he missed him so much?? Adorable. Occasionally I remember this scene specifically and think wow I should rewatch that whole series

Happy of the End I don’t even know which scene to put in here specifically. Is it a cop out to just say this entire series? I mean…every trigger warning imaginable but it was somehow beautiful to see these horribly broken people survive despite it all and I have never forgotten the things I saw. Ever. Ever.

Laws of Attraction: The airport scene

You know why this scene lives rent free? Because Charn planned to act like the dick everyone believes him to be, assuming that Tinn would buy it instantly. He never expected Tinn to see the best in him. But Tinn didn’t even hesitate to say he didn't believe him. That kind of trust and confidence was honestly not what I was expecting from this scene and the look on Charn’s face when he crumbles is poetry.

Bonus because I’m a cheater: The airport reunion scene between Thee and Thaenthai also lives rent free. See above: I may have a thing for reunion scenes…

Love in the Air: Riding

Honestly this is the NC scene that has stuck with me the most and I would say that 20% of that is the insanity of them starting it in public at a race track (never change you two weirdos) and 80% of that is the dialogue. “This is also a type of riding���???? Gagged me when I first watched.

Your Sky: Hia and Real get together

I adored Hia and Real and this scene was adorable. Them negotiating “friendship” boundaries? Both of them being worried that they may ruin their friendship if they ask for more, but both wanting more anyways? Real kissing him and then Hia immediately pulling him back in to keep kissing? The lift and carry? Chefs kiss.

If you havent done it yet...@stilesinwonderland, @nihilisticcondensedmilk @boozles-archive @letgomaggie, @hughungrybear

[ask-experiments-au-official]

"Testing... Is this thing working?"

"Ah, it is. *Ahem...* Hello there. I'm Miss Grace. The leader of the Paper Lab Foundation. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"We'll be answering whatever questions you may have. Just make it worth our time and don't try anything funny."

[Yup. Changed this blog again. Mod Øliver here. This is an official ask/roleplay blog for my FPE AU :DD I was bored so why not?]

You can ask: Staff Members or Experiments.

Staff Members: Miss Circle, Miss Bloomie, Miss Thavel, Miss Sasha, Mister Demi, Miss Emily, Miss Grace, Mister Compass, Claire, Ruby.

Experiments: Engel, Lana, Abbie, Oliver, Zip, Edward, Skell, Riley, Robby, Petunia, Lizzy, ∆lice.

You can find more info on them here:

🧪Lab Rules🧪

- No NSFW or suggestive asks.

- Don't be afraid to send an ask or start a roleplay. Again, this is obviously a roleplay blog so roleplaying is encouraged here.

- Please do not ask for donations.

- Please be patient with me if I don't see your ask, I'm either busy, sleeping, doing something with my family or it makes me uncomfy.

- Do not spam in the askbox.

- UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES LOOK INTO ∆LICE'S EYES. IF YOU SEE HER, GET AS FAR AS POSSIBLE.

- Just have fun! :3

"Scientists speaking/general text"

"Experiments speaking"

"∆lice speaking"

Canon ships in this au.

- Miss Circle x Miss Bloomie (dating)

- Miss Grace x Miss Emily (married)

- Mister Demi x Miss Sasha (married)

- Miss Thavel x Mister Compass (crushes)

- Engel x Claire

- Lana x Abbie

- Zip x Edward

- Oliver x ∆lice

- Ruby x Skell

- Riley x Robby

- Petunia x Lizzy

[If you don't like any of these ships, at least respect mod for shipping them.]

Blogs I find cool :P

@theswedishcatlord101 @astoriaateurskittles @just-cutie-avocado @daisy-thesillyfan @ross-theartist @randomratty @angryxxsigh @abbie-appleboy @ask-margaret-sterling @scizz-anatomy-teacher @pansexual-music-teacher @lesbiansimp177 @the-ugly-fetus @liameats-limes @h0ll0wtr33 @okamithewolftherian and multiple others- :3333

That's everything, I think- Will update if necessary.

Mod: @sillymultifandomgirly

[glitter-stained]

Are the people who keep complaining that jason got away with what he did completely unscathed actually okay? Like, did we read the same comics? There's extremely little I can think of that didn't happen to Jason as "punishment"

like why are the people who want him to be punished forever not happy he is already getting punished forever what else do you want

[homielander]

i'm sorry but hotd positing that all women are innately cautious and peaceful and compassionate while men are rash warmongers is not a feminist win! i could see the value in everyone being hesitant to go to war at the onset of the story because it intensifies the tragedy of this house tearing itself apart, but at this stage, rhaenyra has as much reason for bloodlust (if not more) as the men on the show. it's pretty heavily implied that the shock of her usurpation killed her daughter, aemond killed lucerys, and one of aegon's kingsguard snuck into her quarters with the intent to assassinate her. most importantly, she has felt entitled to the throne since she was named heir as a child. she should be incensed! rhaenyra's inaction in the season 1 finale due to a sudden aversion to violence was already stretching believability -- this is the same woman who expressed nothing beyond mild shock at vaemond's beheading, who plotted with daemon to have an innocent man killed to facilitate laenor's escape while declaring that the realm should fear her. to have rhaenyra insist on peace at this point in the story, when war is already well underway, is incredibly irrational.

this problem is not limited to rhaenyra. alicent ordered larys to kill mysaria's network of spies and any suspected traitors in the red keep, presumably without any due process, and neither of these decisions was depicted with the gravity they deserved for a character who was once horrified by any bloodshed. meanwhile, aegon had a few extra ratcatchers executed, and not only was the direction sufficiently ominous, but we also got a lengthy monologue from otto about how it would spell his doom. it is probably pointless to bring up rhaenys because she is written less like a believable human being and more like a mouthpiece for the writers to assert whatever political opinion they believe is correct in a given episode -- but she did very much kill dozens if not hundreds of smallfolk last season. she did do that and very clearly did not care. why is she an advocate against war? for both alicent and rhaenys, there is a strange dissonance where their actions are at odds with their attitudes about opposing large-scale war for the good of the realm. i'm not saying this dissonance cannot exist, but it should at least be acknowledged.

helaena raising concerns about the losses suffered by the smallfolk might have worked in isolation, but for it to accompany everything above is exhausting. can none of these women be allowed to feel for themselves?

[cobra-creampuff]

the fact that they made it illegal to make ads louder than programs on tv in 2010 but haven't updated it to apply the same regulation to streaming. who do i have to call.

[gremzon]

I might have OCD actually

[daz4i]

kinda unfortunate that i'm getting bad again. like what was all this for then -_-

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: Valicer In The Dark -- Fun With Trauma

Hi all -- it's time to talk about my VITD trio again! Specifically, today we're discussing their Traumas! :D Now, "Trauma" in Blades In The Dark refers to a condition your scoundrel picks up when they max out their stress during the course of their adventure -- once they fill up all their stress boxes, they have some sort of mental break, can no longer participate in the rest of the current score, and develop a new specific personality quirk that will haunt them for the rest of the adventures. A character can develop four traumas before they have to be retired from life as a scoundrel (either literally retiring or being thrown into jail as a sacrifice to the Bluecoats). On the plus side, each new trauma is also a chance to earn extra XP -- if your character struggles with the side effects of a trauma during a score, you can mark a point or two of XP for it and level up your character a little bit faster. The book has eight potential traumas for scoundrels to pick up -- Cold, Haunted, Obsessed, Paranoid, Reckless, Soft, Unstable, and Vicious -- but as I've thought about my trio and where I want them to go (and what other systems in the book I'd like to use), I've come up with somewhat more bespoke traumas for them:

-->Alice: Our favorite Cutter actually starts with a trauma -- as I've mentioned before, I looked at the description for the Haunted trauma -- "You’re often lost in reverie, reliving past horrors, seeing things" (pg 14) -- and went "yeah, that pretty well covers her hallucinations of Wonderland." (It's the reason she also gets two starting abilities instead of just one -- trade-off!) As for her next potential trauma, I was initially considering Vicious -- "You seek out opportunities to hurt people, even for no good reason" -- but then decided that perhaps a slightly more logical one would be a tweaked form called Overprotective -- "You make sure everyone knows that what's yours is yours, to the point of violence." Alice is, of course, protective of Victor and Smiler even before she picks up this particular trauma, but afterward, she can get a little overenthusiastic about keeping danger away from them, simply because she doesn't want to lose the people she loves again. That house fire where her family died did a number on her head, after all! The pair probably have to rein her in sometimes to make sure she doesn't accidentally cause them more trouble trying to keep them safe. I don't have a specific scene in mind for what triggers it, but I know it would have to involve Victor and/or Smiler getting hurt and her just letting loose to protect them.

-->Victor: My initial ideas for a trauma for our lovely Whisper were Paranoid -- "You imagine danger everywhere; you can’t trust others" -- as the result of a particularly dangerous score that spooked him badly, or Obsessed -- "You’re enthralled by one thing: an activity, a person, an ideology" -- as the result of him getting a little too much into studying the dangerous magic of Duskwall...but then, while researching the Ritual special ability to figure out how to create new rituals for Victor to use, I found the sample ritual "Portal to the Depths" -- which involves singing an ancient song to open a portal up into the Void Sea, swamping anyone unlucky enough to be in front of it with its dark water filled with mysterious starlight and dragging them into the cold depths. The thing is, whenever someone uses this ritual, along with taking six stress, they must also tick a progress clock called "Seduced By The Leviathan's Song."

Cue me coming up with a scene where Victor, having filled up that progress clock, is with Alice and Smiler at The Docks (yes, this the name of a neighborhood in the city; it is self-explanatory) -- and ends up getting mind-controlled by the song of a nearby Leviathan into nearly walking off one of said docks to either drown or get devoured. Fortunately, this is after the trio have started playing with hypnosis in their private lives, and Smiler and Alice are able to stop him in his tracks by invoking their control over his mind -- but the experience leaves Victor with the custom trauma Phobia -- "You are terrified of a particular person, thing, or place and refuse to be near it." As you might imagine, Victor's terror revolves around the ocean, and he refuses to be anywhere near it if he can -- no more scores involving The Docks for this trio!

-->Smiler: Deciding on any trauma conditions for our cheerful combination Leech/Slide was a bit tricky for me at first -- not only is Smiler a naturally-cheery person who takes a lot of things that would stress out others in stride (see them very casually talking to ghosts in "Start At The Beginning...Sort Of"), they also of course end up in possession of the ability Functioning Vice, which allows them to adjust how much stress they clear when indulging their Vice and makes emptying out that track between scores a lot easier. I really wasn't sure which of the ones on offer would actually fit them --

And then. While reading through the "Changing The Game" section of the book, I stumbled across the "Forgotten Gods" section in "Advanced Abilities and Permissions." Which details what happens when your character opens their mind to a forgotten god -- including access to the ability Glorious Visage, which allows the character to hit everyone in the vicinity with an image of the god's form, costing them three stress and causing everyone around them to at least flee in fear or be paralyzed with dread. The more traumatized the character, the more harm they can do, up to killing a specific person by shattering their mind. I was like "Oooooo, wow, creepy but neat" --

And then I was like "Smiler's already been touched by their god..."

Cue the creation of the custom trauma Vessel -- "Your body is capable of hosting the will of a forgotten god -- and they know it." The way I see this working for Smiler is, the first time they overmax their stress, their god Mar-Mal sees this, is like "!!! Let me help!" and straight-up possesses their body for the rest of the score. Fortunately they do leave once the danger is passed -- helped by Victor and Alice going "It would make us VERY HAPPY if you gave us Smiler back" -- and Smiler recovers from the experience, but the door has been opened in their head, and it's not being shut anytime soon. The trauma automatically gives them access to the customized special ability Joyous Visage -- where Smiler can use Mar-Mal's power to stun people with happiness (it works a bit like the "Hysteria" power in VTMB's version of the Dementation discipline, with people getting completely incapacitated by laughter) -- but every time Smiler uses that power, a die must be rolled. On a six, they use the power safely and only take two stress; on a five through two, they use the power but Mar-Mal takes an interest in the proceedings, forcing them to take three stress; and on a one, Mar-Mal is like "time to take over again!" and possesses their body for the rest of the score. On the plus side, Mar-Mal automatically succeeds at everything they do while in control of Smiler's body (they are a fucking god, after all); on the minus side, when they leave, Smiler has to deal with Level 2 "Post-Possession Exhaustion" harm (because hosting the power of a god is no joke). Smiler has mixed feelings about this whole situation -- on the one hand, they're super excited that they can host the will of their god and not die, but on the other...they are a little scared that maybe, one day, Mar-Mal won't give their body back...

And there we have it -- three lovely traumas for my characters to suffer with! I don't know yet when they'll come into play during all the various stories I have planned, but they are there when I need them! I'm sure the trio are thrilled. XD

[choking-on-roses]

I am so used to being an afterthought in everyone's lives that if someone came along who put genuine effort into spending time with me, like truly just wanted to hang out with me and made time to do it, I would probably 1) break down sobbing and 2) immediately fall in love with them

[altruistic-meme]

if you could... describe aftg in 5 words

oh this is not as easy a question to answer as it should be akfhsdkf bc like. i could describe its plot, or my thoughts on it as a fan, or how it makes me feel, or just make a joke, or or or and bc idk why you're asking it makes it harder :'))

but let's see...

plot: gay sports mafia found family.

fan: drama, familiarity, trauma, comedy, home

feelings: love, understanding, chaos, joy, comfort

joke: you know, i get it-

(as you can see, i couldn't pick which one to go with, so choose whichever 5 words you want lmao)