#and ik he's also just tweaking

[suckerloved]

So like............................................................

anyone else agree thanos and min-su was also toxic yaoi? just me?

[late-night-gotham-thoughts]

Ok team, what the fuck was that teaser 🧍‍♀️

[sn0wcake]

Comphet ace gay tavros u will always b canon to me <3

[lorelovinglunatic]

Each member of the Batfam has a signature color except for Tim and I’m tweaking out about it.

In age order:

Alfred (Agent A) Pennyworth is white. (Ha ha yes literally) but also he’s clean and somehow manages to be classy even when splattered in blood. Also his hair.

Bruce (Batman) Wayne is gray. Bro is the night but he’s also not born to it. He’s as close of an imitation to darkness as someone who is still undeniably hopeful can be.

Kate (Batwoman) Kane is red. But in a lesbian way. Bordering on the magenta in the flag.

Barbara (Oracle) Gordon is orange. Yeah it’s probably because of her hair. Also it’s a brassy orange. She’s strict and intelligent but also funny. Idk man

Dick (Nightwing) Grayson is blue. Royal blue. Predictable ik, but he’s predictable. He’s a (not-so) reformed crash out and I think he deserves his peaceful blue that’s also just a little too bright to really be peaceful.

Cassandra (Black Bat) Cane? Black. Actually silent. All the training of Bruce without the white, quiet joy and domesticity of being raised by Alfred. Is the night. The opposite of Bruce, who chose to emulate the night when suited up, she is cursed to be it even out of costume because of her upbringing.

Jason (Red Hood) Todd is red. Not the bright red of his Robin days, but not too much darker. The blood he’s spilled mostly absolved by his later actions and his realization of his manipulation by Talia, but still staining his conscience.

Steph (Spoiler) Brown is purple. I mean the costume is literally purple, but she’s also just chill like that. She’s funny and pretty much does anything for the plot. She’s so purple to me.

Tim (Red Robin) Drake is ???. He’s not really red despite it being in his name. I can’t figure out what color aligns to him, especially because imo he hasn’t really had his own identity. Jokes about him being the Replacement hit hard when you realize that just like the rest of the Robins, barring Dick, he didn’t have a strong emotional connection to the suit. Tim arguably had more of one than other robins, from his stalker days and idolization of Batman and Robin, probably in third behind Jason “Robin makes me magic/literally haunted by his own younger Robin self” Todd. Then, just as he’s getting his footing being Bruce’s kid after his parents die, Bruce disappears and the mantle is passed on to Damian. So he becomes Red Robin because he still doesn’t know who he is without being Robin. And then writers mostly forget about him, sticking him with being Red Robin indefinitely and also eternally 17 because they can’t b bothered to give him any decent character development. So I don’t know what color fits him and it’s really very upsetting because he’s a very interesting complex character and should get one. Anyways

Duke (Signal) Thomas is yellow. Yeah it’s his suit color and also he can literally manipulate light, but he’s also the literal embodiment of the color. He’s arguably the most normal of any of them, and a practical ray of sunshine compared to most of the family. He’s also the only one working the day shift.

Damian (Robin) Wayne is green. No, I don’t know why. In some comics he wears more green than other robins, but in others he’s exclusively in red, gray, and black. Every time I think of him in his league wear I think of it as green, but it’s not, it’s gray or black. I don’t know why he’s green, he just is. He’s feral and loves animals which gives me forest green energy but he’s also terrifyingly trained and in control which gives me army green energy. He’s a green somewhere between the two.

Anyways they all have a color except for Tim and I’m really sad about it thank you

[vagabond-umlaut]

a battle well begun is the war half won

gojo notices you. you notice gojo. [the boy wants your eyes on him at all times.]

teen!gojo x fem!reader; first meetings; love at first sight[??]; lovesick gojo[??]; mostly fluffy; 1 small discussion on death; reader is in 1st yr whilst gojo is in 3rd yr; gojo has a very... unique definition of romancing in his brain; 'one-sided enemies to lovers' vibes; 2.2k wc

belongs to the series 'fictitious force' but can be read as a stand-alone if you wanna

the og saying is smthng else, yeah... ik. i js tweaked it a bit for fic title purposes, hehe. also, pls no comments on how i named this series... i used to hv a love-hate thing with pseudo-force problems in physics during my hs... and i'm srsly out of ideas :D

header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

the sky bleeds green, the first time gojo sees you fight.

it isn't anything enthralling. your movements, far from well-practised. your twisted expression screams unease at best, extreme discomfort at worst— you are definitely not one of the best sorcerers the boy has seen so far—

yet he finds himself utterly transfixed.

feet rooted to the earth as an even brighter green beam cuts through the forest. and the second mountain of cursed energy becomes a few wisps of smoke. your form slumping to the ground not long after—

were the boy a better person at heart, he reckons he would've rushed to help you. but he isn't. not really.

so he keeps to his vantage point. blue eyes narrowing a touch behind his shades, as they watch you slowly heave yourself off the mud, face shifting into a scowl as you trudge towards a tree and plop down with no ceremony in front of it—

a barely-there rustle to his left.

followed by the appearance of the steady simmer of a cursed energy, all too familiar.

"yo, nanamin!" gojo greets, wearing a wide beam the second the said kouhai comes before him, feet carefully and soundlessly treading the rugged terrain— the latter's perpetual glower turns into a momentary flicker of surprise.

but it's vanished before the older boy can comment on it.

nanami's face flattens back to its usual state of annoyed indifference.

"the tournament is already over. yaga-sensei wants us all to report to him in another ten..." the boy trails off. rather abruptly. rather strange for him— aha! so nanamin has finally spotted you in the valley below, huh?— gojo wraps an arm around his kouhai's shoulders, allowing his gaze to return to you as well.

you look pretty cute when you're yawning...

"she's from kyoto, isn't she?"

"yes," the younger boy replies, pinning gojo under a curious look. but it's gone all too soon, all too swiftly like the ones preceding. he drops the arm resting on his shoulder.

gojo lets him. simply pouting in response, before he hums, "do you know her?"

"personally, no," nanami is quick to answer, "but from what i've heard from others... she's somewhat peculiar, if i may say so."

this is honestly one of the best opportunities he will ever get to tease that stoic underclassman of his, even more 'cause since when did he, the nanami kento, start gossipping like old geezers!?— but gojo opts to let this chance pass by.

getting more deets on you is way more important for him.

he doesn't bother to hide his burgeoning interest from his tone. "you know her name by any chance?"

nanami does. and as far as gojo knows, your surname doesn't belong to any of the sorcerer clans. none of the major clans, he is pretty sure of that— you might be from a minor one. or, what his gut feelings are telling him, you're from a non-sorcerer background.

not that it matters to him. he is better than the elders of his clan.

"and which year is she in?"

"first year."

wow. you haven't been in school for more than a few months, but you have already managed to make people talk about yourself, huh? quite impressive, gojo thinks as he steals another glance of you.

this time, no longer yawning. just staring vacantly at your keds—

except those muddy shoes are no longer the object of your attention. it is him— really, so very him— your bright, blinding, blindingly bright gaze, every ounce of it focused on him, as your back straightens. and he spots your shoulders tense, brows furrow—

gojo satoru doesn't run away.

he is one of the strongest duo of jujutsu sorcerers. the boy does not, he cannot, he must not run away... yet that's what he does when his gaze collides with you the first time.

grabbing nanami's hand and wasting not one moment to warp them both to the school rooftop, his kouhai's yelp of surprise goes with an ear-piercing whistle of the winds— gojo releases his hold on the boy, the moment his feet touch the concrete— and turns to him, eyes the calmest he can make them seem.

"tell me everything you know about her— like, right now— or i will tell your dear geto-senpai you were the one who finished his melon pan— quit glaring and start speaking, nanamin!!!"

****

turns out, nanami's heart has a very soft corner for gojo's best friend.

also turns out, the third-year need not wait till the breakfast at 10 am tomorrow, to approach you— you amble into his life, dressed in a tad too washed-out set of pajamas and a terrible hairstyle— gojo reckons an angel too would look the same, when you flip the kitchen lights on, making the clock seem a halo-ey thing behind your head.

you stop. suck in a sharp breath.

the boy swallows the last bit of his mochi. and grins.

"heeey! you're the newbie from kyoto, right? heard a lot 'bout you!"

honestly? it was less of hearing and more of extracting info, but gojo decides not to mention it. you don't have any business knowing that, whatever can be the case— ten painfully slow seconds tick by before you return him a response—

a stiff smile.

an even stiffer bow.

followed by you turning on your heel.

were gojo any slower, you would've slipped from the kitchen without any doubt. but he isn't. which is why not even four seconds can pass before he stills you again, this time not by his tall figure lounging in a terrifyingly dark kitchen but by his fingers grasping your wrist.

thumb pressing into the dangerously frantic pulse beneath your skin.

you try to snatch your hand away. and the boy lets you. only 'cause he was too distracted by the furious warmth of embarrassment creeping into your pretty face— no, it is not for how your skin felt a tad too soft beneath the callouses of his palm...

you're the first one to speak this time. voice so quiet... so firm.

"i don't think i can help you with anything, senpai. please don't bother me this way. let me go... please."

no way in hell is gojo bothering you right now— the indignant retort is the first thing the boy can think of. but he resolves to bite it back.

a stupid argument isn't how he wants his story with you to start. sure, there might and will be those later on, but not now. no. he shoots the second grin of his this night, your way.

"aw, i don't need your help with anything— but yeah, you're right. i'm not supposed to stop you like this... you need to sleep enough before tomorrow's one-on-one duels, don't ya?"

"yeah," you agree easily, eyes drifting to your shoes in a small nod.

gojo's grin widens.

maybe like a cheshire cat.

maybe like a victor cat who finally got the rat right where he wanted: in his paws.

"but you won't be needing a lot of rest if you're already determined to lose the match tomorrow— will you now?"

no, you won't. you obviously won't. gojo has learnt enough about you to predict this much accurately; but maybe not too accurately. given you don't show any sliver of shock or fear in return.

just two eyebrows raised, only to slowly descend to their original level a moment later. your tone feels firmer this time. "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?"

"nothing too serious," the boy hums easily, stuffing his hands into his trousers pockets. why do they start being so cold, so clammy now of all times??— "just that it doesn't take a hell lot of work to maintain an image of being an incompetent idiot, like the one you always seem to be— c'mon," the boy coaxes, making his voice seem extra petulant at noticing still no emotion whatsoever on your face, "you do know what i'm speaking of, don't you?"

in retrospect, maybe... he should have handled you with greater care. you're not only new to your school, but also to the world of sorcery in general. pressing you so hard will hurt you, if not break you entirely— but gojo doesn't let such concerns form in his mind. not even for one whole second.

not when he wants to see something, anything come to life in those bright eyes of yours. he is dying to see a spark in them.

you fold your arms across your chest. brows nearing in a mild scowl. gojo doesn't really understand, but loves the sense of joy the sight is bringing him— "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?" your adorable voice repeats, stonier than before.

he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks. or worse, coo at you.

the boy removes his hands from his pockets. copying your stance as he says, "i cannot really tell you anything, y'know— you're almost as smart as me— i mean, tricking those stinking geezers into believing you're just some weakass, with neither a cursed technique nor good fighting skills, despite the insane amount of cursed energy you've..."

"why did you never curb your cursed energy, by the way?" the query slips past his lips into the space in between: horribly genuine. a fact that doesn't escape your eye, he grasps when you reply— in spite of the not-too-little reluctance marking your features.

"the higher-ups were aware of my high cursed energy before i even knew what the hell it was— it was honestly too late," you state in an awfully matter-of-fact tone, "they would have noticed if i tried to do anything to it."

the 'and they would have harmed me or my family' goes unsaid, but gojo doesn't need to hear it to know it. not entirely intentionally, his voice grows softer with the next question.

"but you tampered with something that no one knew anything of yet— you lied about having no cursed technique, didn't you?"

your hesitation overpowers you this time, however. brows furrowing for a beat at him, before they flatten again. you offer a curt nod.

few more seconds borrowed until you speak again, "but my horrible fighting skills weren't a lie entirely... i really am shit at fighting— you saw that today, did you not?"

he did. he so did—

but that very moment, he also saw just how strong your technique is. surely not as powerful as his. but pretty much capable on its own— it frankly won't be a serious issue even if you keep fighting how you did today—

the sound of a yawn breaks his internal musings.

those big eyes of yours blink up at him. so bleary, so bright. he stifles the urge to pinch your cheeks again. deciding to shoo away the sleep in your eyes by throwing the next ask his brain has cooked up. one he knows, has the biggest 'yes!' ever for its answer—

"you're very scared of dying, aren't you? that's why you always make yourself seem so weak— so much so that you aren't assigned to any mission— don't you?"

— only to question his brain when he notes the easy smile twist your lips. it sharpens at the edges as you answer, "dying's rather easy and uncomplicated, senpai. it doesn't really scare me, except maybe, the pain i might have to suffer— but do you know what's scarier??"

"no," gojo says back quietly. honestly. your smile grows something an awful lot similar to pity— the boy detests it usually... but coming from you, he thinks he will take it.

he will take any look you're willing to give him.

as long as it's you on the other side—

your words reach him quieter than the breeze outside. "what's more terrifying is the worry of what is going to happen to your loved ones, should you just die someday— death is inevitable, but i just want to stave it off for as long as i can. just so i may live with my family... you know what, senpai?" you interrupt yourself abruptly, voice becoming the sharpest in these last fifteen minutes.

a feeble sound escapes the boy.

he isn't sure if it's because of that sincere little hum in your words or if it is the gleam of the moonlight on your face. perhaps, both...

yeah, both— it is rather difficult to distinguish between the beauty of your inner self from that of your outer self— the smile simmers down to a subtle twitch of your lips.

something stutters and stumbles inside gojo's chest.

"i know you see me as nothing more than a coward right now, but i believe... it's better to be a coward and alive, than to be a hero and dead— isn't it, senpai?"

[you're pretty bold, however.

far braver than he could ever deem you to be, the boy muses later to himself with a wry smile, an ice bag on the big toe of his right foot— this poor thing swollen and bruised from how mercilessly the heel of your slipper stamped onto it earlier—

okay, fine— the sorcerer concedes to the imaginary angel perched on his shoulder. something between a grumble and a sigh escaping— he shouldn't have asked you out on a date, in return for him to keep your secrets.

it was really inappropriate, he admits. and gojo likes to see himself as a gentleman... yet, yet, yet.

the need to see that placid mask of yours crack— let it be by a glower and not by the smile, he has never seen on you but knows will be just as lovely as you— that need was too overwhelming then as well...

shushing the angel and fist-bumping his guardian devil, gojo tosses the ice bag away. and falls back into his bed—

a very happy, a touch too giddy grin splitting his face into halves:

you really are a peculiar girl, heh!]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

masterlist

[teeskzagain]

original post got taken down unfortunately😔😔, here is the updated version

Anonymous asked:

I keep imagining Mingi forcing you to cockwarm him at a movie theatre AHHHHHHSHSHH and like he teases you by occasionally thrusting up to hit all the right places and saying it was just him “getting comfy” or “he had a cramp” when he really just enjoys seeing you try to keep everything together 👹 I also feel like he’d whisper in your ear like “pay attention Angel, I didn’t spend money on these tickets for nothing” WITH HIS DEEP ASS VOICE AHHHHHH IK GENUINELY TWEAKING RN- 🙏🧎‍♀️AHEM- He would also SO massage your thighs and hips (IMAGINE THROWING YOUR HEAD BACK AND HE STARTS PEPPERING YOUR NECK WITH KISSESHSJSHSHHSJSGRRRRRRRRR)

There are so many “also’s” in that sentence 💀 BUT WHATEVER YOU GET THE POINT HOPEFULLY 🤡 don’t feel at all obligated to make anything of this especially since idek if you take requests 😭 I just thought that this is such a YUMMY Drabble prompt 😀 and HAD to share it <3 take care pookemssss

OHH??? uh first off I would like to say I'D LOVE TO TAKE REQUESTS (you're actually the first to provide me with a prompt) and second this is so absolutely delicious.

warnings: smut (COCKWARMING, exhibition, semi-public, teasing, kissing) 18+

wc: 1.2k

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this probably wouldn’t even be the first time you found yourself in this situation. no, it’d be a regular occurrence at this point, a developmental game if you must. that’s why bf!mingi absolutely loves the movies, because that’s when he get’s to play his favorite game.

‘how long are you gonna last this time around?’

imagine bf!mingi, who’s caressing your thigh tenderly with the backs of his fingers, shushing you and mumbling sweetly into your hair while your ass continues to squirm against his pelvis. getting situated always took the longest. so tedious, finding that perfect spot where you can just slide down and onto his lap, your walls gripping his cock and swallowing it whole.

he sits idly and unmoving, allowing you to move around for a bit. because at some point, bf!mingi’s gonna start the fun part of the game. the part that really tests your strength.

and once you finally achieve that perfect spot, the sensation makes your face scrunch pleasantly and a soft sigh floats out of you. so entranced, you almost don’t notice the pretty pink blanket, draped over the both of you, slip just slightly down your leg.

“shhhh…okay baby, i need you keep still,” he’d tell you, and a part of him almost doesn’t want to go reposition it. what if he left you out and exposed? imagine, someone walking up and discovering the disgusting scene. it’s exciting him, these thoughts, but soon enough he’s lowering himself down and recovers you two, all the while holding back a smile. it’s enjoyable for him, just the riskiness of it all.

how the dark theatre somehow shadows your lewd actions, yet the monumental screen ahead provides illumination onto your struggling face, “if you wanna win, you know you can’t move.”

after many weeks of playing, you haven’t won a single round. not once. you would get so close, but then luck out whenever bf!mingi would buck a bit too hard, or your own desires began to consume you. every, single round, a loser had been made out of you.

“last time, you couldn’t even make it through the previews before you fucking came all over my legs,” he reminds you, a slow and sick grin spreading wide, “you gonna try harder? wanna get your prize tonight?” it’s pathetic how you have to bite back a mewl from his words.

this is always the hardest part for you: the taunting. it kills you every time.

at the start of the movie, it’s through his teasing voice; his low, grumble of a tone that buzzes perfectly into your head.

“see? already made it through the trailers,” he’d laugh. as a reward the aimless touch he provided earlier turns into a hard grab, kneading at the flesh of your thighs with a quiet groan, “one step closer. just needa make it through the movie.”

then, it’s through his touches.

as you become more conscious of your ragged breaths, his hand trails from your leg and drags up towards your shirt. teasing your breasts through the fabric, he grazes absentmindedly before running then back down your stomach, only stopping when he meets your bare pussy. it takes his full strength to not end the game by just simply fingering the orgasm out of you. but if that were the case, then he wouldn’t be able to see you whither. and that’s always his most favored part.

the most you could do is shut your eyes and pray your body doesn’t betray you. but even that doesn’t get you far, with just a few minutes into the movie, friction starts to build within you. while bf!mingi rests his back against the plush seat, grateful for his top view of the movie theatre, a slow thrust of his hips find a rhythm in your core.

it's torturous. the intentional, unhurried movements, leisurely rocking in and out of you. it's like he's rubbing himself inside you, and you're forced to seal your mouth.

"you holding up okay, angel?" he mutters and you give him a brisk nod, turning to the side momentarily. he finds that comical. your desire to always win. the need to prove him wrong.

but he knows you. he knows you're slipping with every second his leaking cock stays within you, radiating the pleasure you so desperately seek. he knows you're crumbling. you’re gonna unravel soon.

right when you think you've conquered this section of the challenge, a quick shift from underneath you has your eyes vibrating, a small gasp leaving you as bf!mingi practically buries himself closer to your cervix.

"ah, oops, sorry...just need to.." he moves around some more, adjusting his position, along with you, before halting once again, "alright, there we go. i feel much better. how about you?"

the angle he’s now hitting feels like it’s splitting you open and a strained yet airy moan tupples from your lips. with no more strength, your head falls down into the space between his shoulder and neck, eyes shut and brows furrowed, "i can't- i can't do it-"

"mmm, baby, no," he wraps an arm around your torso to reach your cheeks, clasping them together with a smush then forcing you back forward, "baby, you gotta keep your eyes open."

he drops his hand but that doesn't stop your whining, you sobbing out a, "no- i can't-"

"shhh y/n what did i say?,” he locks onto your inner thighs and widens them, “you know i didn't spend money on these damn tickets for nothing. come on, watch the movie."

as you feel him start up again with his quiet thrusts, you loll your head back with a grimace and hooded eyes, little noises now spilling out. your neck fully exposed, bf!mingi takes initiative to lean up and bring his lips to the vast area, nipping and kissing at it. he suctions onto your skin which sends a jolt throughout your core.

and just like that, you're done for.

"you're so close, i can feel it." he whispers on your neck as a devilish smirk overtakes his kisses, "i fucking knew it. i knew you would lose."

his words nearly egg you on as you accept defeat, allowing yourself to succumb to the slow pace of his length sliding against your insides. your fingers curl with the repeated motion, a continuous build up until eventually you burst and your orgasm hits you hard.

it causes you to wriggle against him, contracting your body so tightly you’re shaking then releases you, repeating this over and over again all the while bf!mingi keeps his kisses coming on your neck.

like said, this is always his favorite part of the game. the thing he looks most forward to. because no matter how hard you've tried, it always ends the same.

"aww," he notices your high coming down, excluding the occasional body twitches, "and the movie was almost over."

"you're awful." you could hardly muster that sentence, your back resting on top of his chest while you regain your composure. your cunt still pulsed every now and then around him.

he supplies a silent laugh before going in your ear once more, "well, look at it this way. now we can go home and play your favorite game."

while bf!mingi returns back to his seat, bringing you with him, a small whimper is produced by you. because absolutely not what was to come, your favorite game. in fact, it felt merely like an extension of this game.

‘how many different ways are you gonna make bf!mingi cum tonight?’

[aliyahwritings]

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*This is during the two weeks that Rafe ignored her, here is the chapter.*

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username01 i didn't believe it at first but i think she broke up with rafe

username02 pls don't tell me she broke up rafe

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username07 @/username06 that's what i'm thinking and also the pics of them at kelce's party THEY ARE FINE!!! you r all such dramatics 🙄

username08 what if she relapsed yall.......

username09 @/username08 STOP BC WHY WOULD SHE PUT THOSE NESSA LYRICS

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ynmodelz guys i'm fine 🤍 im just being dramatic i promise

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username08 did yn relapse?

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username10 @/chiararoro MY ENDGAME

username11 @/chiararoro you should be w him instead of that fugly model

username12 mf hasn't seen his girl in two weeks and started reconnecting with nature 😭😭

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[greenflowerceo]

hii im suuper late to my own week ik (i'll post the rest of the days from time to time, college applications were a pain </3 but i've got most of it down

This piece is a redraw of my very first post ! This has been a wip since the start of the year so my art style unsurprisingly changed a bunch as i tweaked the lines and colors. it's not the best but it's looking as good as it can be!

as for the zine, people are free to draw up pieces for the week up until the end of september and we can compile it all together! it's not really the usual zine format but who knows.. we can maybe try to figure out a way to formally start a more structured zine project for these two

Anyway! I've decided to dedicate my greenflower week posts to my headcanons I've made up for them from the past 4 years.. I figured you guys could take a peek into my brain since I haven't really been good at that unless you catch me in a vc :") there's a buncha hcs and old ass art i never posted finally unearthing under the cut if you wanna take a peek

So, first thing: Body headcanons..

i took super long getting what i want with this waay back when I started posting cause I was still figuring out a lot with my art. i couldn't get in good details/features that would properly differentiate them or make them fun to draw. I wasn't striving to be really innovative with the designs or anything, I just wanted them to feel like characters I like looking at and thinking about

finally, i'm somewhat able to settle on these as of right now! It will most likely update as the time passes and my art changes, but this is what I got!

basically the main idea is that i wanted Lloyd to be bulkier but sharper. grew up fast and has all these edges, but then you get to know him and he's just a big ol dork. Mostly wears loose-fitting clothes that hides his figure, but he's quite built underneath

Brad's a lil taller and pretty lanky. my art style may not be able to show that properly but lloyd can snap him in half <3 he also seems hella chill but that's probably cause he got balls of steel after living through a million ninjago invasions

This thing below is an old outfit concept I have for a project that I've been working on. does not reflect my current headcanons with his physical appearance but i do like his clothes

I think he loves his role as the green ninja, saving the world and such. it came with lots of baggage and reflection but i do promise that he enjoys it for the most part. I think him wearing green is kind of like wearing work clothes so he tends to avoid it on days when he's free to keep from being too ready to jump into ninja mode

i do tend to keep him in green though cause the fandom sure does love their color-coded ninja

anyway .. that's about most of what i've got for this that looks good enough to post, so here's a bunch of other doodles/sketches, both old and new ToT

oh and a quick comic too cause why not

one more: bonus greenflower yuri

thanks for coming to read this far :) there'll be more soon

[cr33p5]

OKAY

i know that it’s probably just a rlly mundane or stupid reason for doing 3 and 3 for a video right?

and obviously it’s like nothing huge but THINKING ABOUT IT for more than like 5 seconds is making me tweak out

“so i grabbed logan and patton and here we are” PARDON??? PARDON ME? and you didn’t grab virgil? in the year 2025???

i know it can be chalked off as like ohh virgil is embarrassed he doesn’t wanna do the trend ykyk but like, the idea that he just didn’t even bother with him is CRAZY. welcome back season 1!??

like semantically, how crazy is it that virgil’s actually being lumped in with janus and remus exclusively??????

like yeah it’s been seen or referenced before like in the “if tss was an anime” video, but that’s still different bc they were all in a lineup so it was all of them there, and even though they lined him up closer to janus and remus, he’s still clearly *part* of the “light” sides

and not to mention like, EVERY one of these like silly filler or joke videos, it’s always just janus and remus being “left out” from the main 4, like merch too is always just the main 4 and then janus and remus are like usually left out until later

and also considering how much virgil clearly doesn’t like them and tries so hard to distance himself from them and what he used to be, that it’s now like officially 3 and 3 ????

and like yes ik it’s probably just for an easier video format or some shit to make a two parter

BUT YOU GET WHAT IM SAYING RIGHT??????

(delusional)

like fr i don’t think it would’ve been that much more to include virgil w the other three, or honestly just knock ‘em all out in one video but

that’s still like crazy to think about right or is it just me

also side note (no pun intended)

roman saying “what’s up doc, me that’s what” was CRAZY i was like, okay.. i see the remus in you. i see the parts of you that you hate. tone it down, boy.

ANYWAY that’s just my first deranged ramble guys pls reply if u have anything 2 add on i luv talking about virgil 🙂‍↕️🔮

[insomniactic-daydream]

My Y/n x Aizawa Crack Fic:

Single mom Y/n Shinso and Shoto Aizawa.

Y/n had Hitoshi as a teenager with a psychopath, and Hitoshi’s quirk manifested while trying to save her from literally being murdered by him. (Dark ik)

This caused Y/n not to trust men, and she never brings back dates to her house unless it's serious, which it never reaches that point.

She meets Aizawa after trying to pick up her son from late training (going home for the weekend maybe) and Eri is also there, and everybody gets introduced. But nothing really sparks there, just friendly talk.

However, on a date goes wrong, Y/n gets stood up at the bar; the same bar Aizawa just so happens to be at while babysitting Midnight and Mic, with the support of sober Toshinori.

They end up talking, and he ends up walking her back to her place (just walking mkay). And she is completely fine with it cause it's her son's teacher, yknow. But holy shit this is her son's teacher, and she kinda of likes him and he kinda likes her.

Hitoshi has always been fine with her going on dates; I mean, none of the men really lasted long enough for him to see. That was until he heard a man's voice in the kitchen after his mom late date. He freezes internally. A man in his home means shit is serious, but not to the point of them meeting cause he heard the man's car leave shortly after.

He tries to question you, reaching for any information you might give about the guy, and you're just tight-lipped, saying that if not, his business unless it becomes serious.

You're always cautious with what time to bring Aizawa home for a stay-in date, never doing it unless Hitoshi stays at the dorm.

He is going crazy trying to draw conclusions on who it may be. And it just so happens, the mystery man slips up and leaves a jacket. Wafting up the kitchen up of sandalwood and vanilla cologne.

Of course, the jacket is gone by the next day, but Hitoshi swears he's smelled that specific cologne before.

And so when he walks the halls of U.A and smells that same cologne. He quickly snaps his neck towards its direction.

"No fucking way." He says as he stares directly to Present Mic. Who just so happened to have stole Aizawa's cologne that day cause he forgot to spray some before work. LMAO.

It takes a lot for Hitoshi to be baffled, and this was his breaking point. He storms over to Present Mic and grabs his shoulders.

"Please for the love of all my sanity, tell me you're not the man my mom is dating." Hitsohi says as he explains his evidence to him.

Mic had suspected Aizawa to be seeing someone but not a student’s mother. So in Mic fashion, he just starts fucking screaming. Causing a few bloody ear drums in the halls.

Then his quirk is nullified by none other than the motherfucker (literally) himself.

"What's with the rucus?" Aizawa glares at the blonde.

"Shinso thinks I'm dating his mom because of the cologne I'm wearing, care to take a wiff." Mic says smirkingly as he just found out his friends biggest secret.

Aizawa doesn't even need to smell. He knew his damn bottle at his desk was missing. And although he's holding his composure on the outside, he's just thinking, 'Shit. Y/n is going to freak.'

Aizawa sighs, stalling trying to find the words because it's either he tells the kid or Mic spills the beans.

"What's going on here?" Y/n appears, with none other than the infamous jacket, intertnally panicking considering Aizawa said it be the perfect time to give it back to him; guess not.

Hitoshi lets go of Mic and nudges him towards his mom.

"Go on. Grab your jacket."

"What are you about, man. I don't wear anything but my signature leather."

“Why else would my mom be hear with a man’s jacket that smells exactly like you, huh?!”

“Hitoshi, honey relax, please.”

“You’re not even going to deny it!?”

At this point, Shinso is fully tweaking out. Any spec of his normal composure is just gone; which Y/n and Aizawa are secretly finding funny.

“It’s not his jacket honey” you nervously laugh out fiddling with the jacket, unable to find words to tell him that you’re dating his mentor.

Aizawa sees this and decides to take the reins of this disaster, after all, he did leave the jacket in the first place.

“It’s mine. And the only reason Mic smells like it is because he’s a thief.” He says, taking the jacket from his girlfriend’s hand while glaring at the blonde culprit.

“What.”

“I’m taking this as my cue to leave..peace! Nice meeting you Momma Shinso” Mic says awkwardly between the baffled silence between his friend and his student. He quickly leaves.

Y/n and Aizawa exchange glances before looking to the baffled boy. Shinso still in the process of how he should be feeling.

Relieved that he won’t have megaphone siblings, but also aghast at the fact that the person he viewed as a father figure is actually not far from being it.

“I think we broke him.”

“Shut up. You’re the one who left the damn jacket, this is all you. Hitoshi honey? Are you alright?”

Even after all the stuff with his bio dad, Shinso never thought that he would ever say the words that are about to come outta his mouth.

“I think I need a therapist.”

This has been in my drafts since forever. I used to have a few chapters of this concept on my Wattpad idk if I still do.

[the1864thregression]

No but I'm so so obsessed with the idea of orv's reader reincarnating or smth into the ORV world, being born some months after kdj was born, as this story was made for him. They have their own "Wall", however they aren't 'permitted' to interfere with dokja's story until high school, because the story NEEDS dokja to go through what he went through to discover twsa, and cling to it.

So when they finally meet high-school dokja they decide to stick by his side, help get rid of his bullies, and do whatever it takes to be his closest friend until he finishes twsa.

Maybe what they want is to help kdj change his ending, but would that also mean the story requires a replacement then? What would you have to experience to be kdj's replacement?

(ik the original ORV works differently but I'm just tweaking it to fit to this scenario guys)

[xoxoavenger]

Hi! I saw your ask were open!!

I was thinking of Bucky with a fem!reader who's a time travelling witch. She's the old-fashioned, harry potter-esque kind and they meet in the 40s by accident after she heals pre-serum Steve but he never got her name.

He sees her again after a portal opened in the Compound where all the Avengers where reunited to discuss a plan. She gets spit out of the portal with her familiars and he recognises her immediately bc of the way she's dressed but she can't due to his arm/the longish hair and because she "just saw" him in her last time travel and him and Steve did not look like THAT.

Everyone's confused why Bucky insists he knows her and that she can help with their situation.

I LOVE this request omggg! I tweaked it a tiny bit to fit the plot, and also i've never seen/read harry potter lol. I wrote this in basically one sitting yesterday but I finished it at like 4 am and fell asleep proofreading it but now its here and I hope you enjoy!

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pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Witch!Reader

word count: 5122

warnings: reader does not call Bucky 'James' in this one (ik I just made the announcement but there is a reason I promise), Salem Witch Trials mention/explanation, Bucky's traumatic past mention

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"I told you to stay with me." Bucky says lowly as he wipes Steve's forehead with a cloth he had stolen from a nurses station. His best friend had picked another fight, except this time there was a knife involved. The doctors stitched him up the best they could, but his body is already so fragile, he's got an infection he's struggling to fight. Bucky feels so helpless, and even though Rebecca keeps telling him that short of kidnapping Steve, there was nothing he could have done.

Steve doesn't answer, eyes closed and mouth parted slightly as his shivers. He's sweating but freezing, and Bucky doesn't even want to look at the bloody mess that is the gauze covering the infected gash on Steve's malnourished body. Bucky feels guilty about this - he should have been there, he should have made sure that Steve wasn't in trouble. The kid loves to find trouble wherever he is, but Bucky never imagined this would happen.

Bucky's parents have come by, brought him food that's been left on the table untouched for hours, because Bucky feels sick just being in this room. But he can't leave, no, because this is his best friend, and his best friend doesn't have any family. Doesn't have anyone but him.

"You can't die on me, pal." Bucky whispers, emotion clouding his voice and making the words sticky as they climb up his throat. "I still need you."

It happens too fast for Bucky to figure out what exactly is going on. One minute, he's alone in the dark room, then next there's a bright purple light. A woman stumbles through, dressed in a long, dark lavender skirt that's high waisted, a white, pleated blouse tucked into it. She has a matching bow tied around the neck collar. There's a lace trim around the skirt, making her look old fashioned, even though she looks like she's probably his age. She's carrying a briefcase, and just when Bucky thinks this entire situation can't get any weirder, a black owl flys through the purple light and lands on the other chair that Bucky wasn't occupying.

The woman had been running from something, her momentum taking her forward until she hits the end of Steve's bed, dropping her briefcase and falling onto the floor. Bucky is frozen, not sure exactly what to do.

"Ow," She whispers, using the bed to stand up.

"Who the hell are you?" Bucky whispers, standing from his spot. He looks over at the owl, who's just staring there, then back at the woman, who now has her briefcase on the bed where Steve's skinny legs aren't taking any space.

"There's no time." She says, and Bucky looks over to see her briefcase filled with herbs and bottles and crushing tools. "Is he your friend?" She asks, finally looking up at Bucky. She's beautiful, her face seemingly timeless.

"Yes." He says, because he doesn't know what else to say. "Where did you come from?" He asks, watching her pull Steve's blanket down to get a better look at his wound.

"A portal." She answers, as if it was obvious.

"What?" He asks, and she takes a deep breath, before she looks at him. His brain is so jumbled, and his eyes keep going over to the owl, still just staring.

"I'm a witch. I time travel to places that need my help, and it seems your friend here is in desperate need." She answers, and Bucky can only blink as she moves Steve's hospital gown away to take a look at the gauze. It's already bloody, and puss is oozing from it, the infection making itself known. "What's his name?"

"Steve. I'm Bucky." He answers, without a second thought. "How-how does the portal know who needs help?" He asks, watching her begin to go to work. She pulls herbs out, and then begins to crush them together.

"The portal doesn't know that." She laughs, as if Steve isn't dying so bad that a time traveling witch came to save him.

Maybe Bucky's dying. That must be the only way to explain why an owl is sitting in Steve's hotel room.

"I made a spell that takes me to people who are meant to help the world that are dying. It seems your friend is important." She explains, but Becky's still lost.

"So you only save the important people?" Bucky asks. She adds a couple liquids that Bucky isn't familiar with, and then starts to spread it on Steve's wound. Bucky almost stops her, but he has a feeling Steve's gonna die without the help anyway.

"No," She tells him, smiling warmly as she finishes her spread. She moves over to Steve's bedside table, where a small roll of gauze is. "There are some people who need saving, because later on in life they do the saving. Your friend isn't supposed to die right now." She says, taking her tools toward the bathroom. Bucky checks on Steve, who already seems to be breathing easier, then follows her.

"So you just spend your life saving people?" He asks, watching her clean her tools in the sink.

"Yes." She says quietly, and Bucky frowns.

"What about your own time? What about your family? Friends?" He asks, and she blinks because damn, this guy asks a lot of questions. He's also accepted the 'witch' part of this story with surprising speed; if everyone reacted like this, she would tell them outright who she was instead of lying and saying she was a healer.

"Ya know, of everyone I've saved, no one ever asks this personal of questions." She says, turning the water off and looking over at him. "I just saved your friend, who is destined to do great things, and you're worried about my time?" She asks, and Bucky's stunned. This witch is telling him that Steve, skinny, defenseless Steve, is supposed to save people. His life is so important that it caused a magic potion to stop in their timeline to save him, out of all the other people in other times she could be saving.

"I guess, it just seems like a lonely life. Do you ever take a break?" He asks, causing the witch to scoff, passing him to go back to her briefcase.

"I mean, yeah, but my days aren't the same as yours. I can go from the middle of the night in the fourteenth century to broad daylight in the twenty first." She says, and Bucky is honestly shocked by this. She seems so put together for how much she's going through.

"Maybe you should stay here. Get some rest." He doesn't know why he offers, only that he doesn't want to see her go. He feels connected to her; she's someone who's only trying to do good, who feels out of place but is trying their best. He needs to know more about her, needs to know everything.

"Nice try," She says with a smile, and he hopes she knows that he means the offer genuinely. She takes something out of her briefcase before shutting it, looking up at him one last time. "But people need me."

"I want to see you again." He blurts out, because if he doesn't tell her, he knows that she'll be lost forever. She looks shocked, genuinely torn now, as if she hadn't expected him to say something like that. "Please," He realizes she never told him her name, and it makes his heart race with anxiety.

"Maybe one day, Bucky." She says, and it seems so sincere, so meaningful, that he could never guess what her next sentence would be. She throws the powder she was holding on the ground, a purple light appearing just like the one that did right before she came into the room. Her owl flies and finds a spot on her shoulder, so she looks over the other one, straight at Bucky as she stands before the portal. "But I really hope you won't need saving that badly."

And then the only witch Bucky had ever met was gone.

He stared at the spot for what felt like hours, but he couldn't be sure how long it really was. Soon, Steve woke up, no longer sweating and actually now hungry. The doctors called it a miracle, and Steve called him crazy when Bucky recounted the story, but Bucky knows what happened. He knows that there was more to her than she let on, and he knows there was a connection. But he also knows that he isn't important enough to be saved if he were to be hurt.

His fears are only confirmed when he's taken by Hydra the first time, dying underground. He prays to her, to that stupid fucking potion she had said that choses where she goes, but she never comes. He imagines it a couple times, but after awhile he knows it's not real. It's only worse when he falls off the train, when he cries out a mess of emotion, because he doesn't know her goddamn name. He stares at the blood soaking the snow, left behind like a phantom hand, and he knows that she meant what she said. She must have known that he didn't need saving, because he wasn't worth it.

The only good part of him getting his memories stolen was he was no longer plagued with the hope that she would rescue him.

~

As Y/N steps through the portal, she wishes she would have stayed in 1940 with Bucky. She is tired, she's been running through these portals for too long, and the job before Steve was risky. She doesn't even want to think about how she barely escaped, how she felt like she couldn't breathe the whole time. But she saved someone, and in doing so they're going to save many people, so it was a success. Even if right now, she feels like she just wants to curl up in her childhood bed and listen to the sounds of rain hitting the dirt outside.

As always, it takes her a moment to get acclimated with the scene around her. She's in a room, a bright one, so it must be some time in a newer century. It looks very much like the twenty-first century modern decorative take that she was afraid of the first time she was transported, but by now she's come to be familiar with many of the styles around the world. She doesn't go to the twenty-first century much, and it always scares her given that there is so much technology she doesn't quite understand.

"Who the hell invited Laura Ingalls?" A man says, and she turns to see him in a completely metal suit. It frightens her slightly, as she's never seen anything like it.

"Holy hell," A huge blonde man whispers from beside a bed. He's got a weird costume on as well, red white and blue. Y/N looks and sees everyone around her has weird costumes on, and she has no idea why she's here and who needs help.

"Where did you just come from?" An even bigger blonde with long hair asks, red cape dangling from his shoulders. She blinks at him, too overwhelmed to answer.

"And who are you?" The most normal of them all seems to be an archer dressed in all black, but even then she's not sure just based on the fact that he's hanging out with these people.

"Okay," She says mostly to herself, because this is just a group of crazy people. She can deal with them. She just needs to figure out who's hurt and what's wrong with them, and then she can go find somewhere to sleep. "I'm here to help. Is there someone who's injured, or maybe sick?" She asks, looking around the group.

"You're the witch." The blonde near the bed says, and Y/N blinks at him.

"Is it that obvious?" She asks, looking at Azio. Her owl just flys over to an empty shelf to perch, watching the group and making sure nothing bad happens.

"You know her?" A girl with dark red hair and a black suit asks.

"Look, if no one is hurt," Y/N started, but someone had to be at least ill. Sometimes, people didn't even know they were sick, and she had to diagnose them and give them the medicine she hoped would help cure them.

"No! No, we need your help." The man rushes, and Y/N feels slightly concerned by this. This man clearly seems to know her, but she would remember meeting someone so... large.

"Alright," Y/N started, looking around the group again. She paused when she saw a literal red man, and then turned back to them. The blonde man looked desperate, a lot like Bucky had just been. She hoped that Bucky was okay, wherever he was.

"What's she going to do? She looks like she doesn't even know what electricity is." Y/N turned to glare at one of the men, because she noticed there was only two women in this room besides her.

"She's a witch." The blonde repeats, and Y/N still doesn't remember who he is.

"I'm sorry, have we met before? I don't remember you." She says, and it's silent for a couple moments as everyone looks at them.

"Well, technically I haven't met you, but you healed me. In 1940." The man says it so matter of fact, but Y/N's sure he must be lying, or at least misremembering.

"What year is it?" She asks, a smile on her face because this must be some sort of prank.

"It's 2016." The man in the metal suit says. Y/N pauses, because that would make the blonde man around a hundred years old.

"Why are you lying?" She asks, walking closer. "I only healed one man in 1940, and he did not look like you." It's then that she notices the man laying on the bed. He has long, dark hair, and he looks like he's been through hell and back. She feels a sort of connection, but she's pretty sure she's never seen him before.

"I know. I'm Steve." He says from next to her, grabbing her attention back.

"Steve did not look like that." She says, looking down his large body. She turns back to the man on the bed, who seems to have a metal arm? She's pretty sure her potion keeps her in one universe, but she can't be too sure, especially with all these weirdos.

"Bucky told me about you." The man claiming to be Steve continues, and Y/N just puts her briefcase on the bed, opening it up. The name makes her pause, but she has to keep her cool. She needs to get out of this time. "He'd be so glad that you came to help him." Steve's words make her vision turn white with emotion.

"Stop!" She yells, because this man is implying that the person in this bed, who looks so horribly tortured, is Bucky. And he's not that much older than the Bucky that she just met. "Please, just let me heal this man, and then I can leave." There are tears in her eyes, because this is too much. Bucky reminded her too much of herself. She couldn't risk the connection.

"We had to knock him out, and he hasn't gotten back up. There's something wrong with his head." A woman with lighter red hair and a soft voice says, her costume completely and ridiculously red. Y/N nods, not wanting to know why they hit him that hard. She lifts his head, feeling around. She finds the problem, the large incision on the side of his head. She makes a fast acting concoction, using some of her own magic to help speed up the healing process. Just in case this is actually Bucky.

"How do you know Steve and Bucky from the 1940s?" The red head in the black outfit slides next to Y/N as she's packing her stuff up, ready to leave this shit-show.

"I just healed Steve in 1940, and he didn't look like that." Y/N whispers to her staring at the man in the bed. His face is bruised, and his hair is long, but she can't help but think about how this man may be the man she just had a connection with.

"Yeah," The woman laughs lightly. "He was injected with this serum that made him super strong, probably not too long after you left. He's still the same guy, though." Y/N turns to her, because she sounds honest but Y/N feels so conflicted.

"How would you know?" She asks defensively, making the red head chuckle once more.

"The serum just enhances everything that was there before. It makes good better, and bad worse." Her smile drops as she looks at Bucky. Y/N follows her gaze, because the man is starting to gain consciousness.

"What happened to him?" Y/N whispers, finally taking in that this is the same bright eyed man she saw what feels like moments ago. Even asleep, his face looks so scarred by life. She wishes there was a way for her to fix it, but she wasn't called to any time in between 1940 and now.

"He got the serum too. But a different version, from different people." The red head looks a lot less playful now, and Y/N wonders just how much Bucky has had to go through.

"How are they alive?" She finally asks the question that's been on her mind. They've got to be pushing a hundred years old, and yet Bucky doesn't look much older than the last time she saw him. Steve may look different than when she healed him, but he's still young.

"Steve crashed a plane carrying bombs into freezing water over the Arctic. Due to the serum, he was able to survive being frozen for about 70 years." She doesn't comment on Bucky, and just as Y/N is about to ask the man in question begins to wake up.

"Buck?" Steve is at his other side, watching Bucky open his eyes and blink against the harsh light.

"What happened?" Bucky rasps out, and Y/N fights her gasp. His voice is so much lower, so much more pained than the voice she heard in 1940. "What did I do?" He rephrases with wide eyes, looking at Steve and then at the man in metal, who stands at the end of the bed.

"Nothing we couldn't handle. It's not your fault." Steve answers. Y/N looks around for answers, but it seems no one has them. "We're just lucky you're okay."

"Yeah, well, Hydra at least had a good enough serum to keep me alive." Bucky grunts as he sits up, still not noticing the witch to his right.

"It wasn't the serum, Bucky." Another man in metal armor, one Y/N hadn't noticed before, steps up, arms crossed. He looks serious, and Y/N looks away like she's in trouble.

"What?" Bucky asks, confused. He looks around slowly until he finally lands on her. "It's you," He whispers, because he never got her name.

"Yes," She says, heart in her throat.

"You finally came." Bucky sounds so relieved, a little closer to the man she first met. "You finally saved me." He says it so soft that most of the people in the room can't hear it, but they all want in on this information. Bucky has never shown this much interest in anyone.

"Alright, we all have debriefs to fill out. Let's leave them alone." The red head says, forcing everyone out of the room. Steve is the last one to leave, smiling and winking at his friend.

"Told ya she was real." Bucky smirks, and Steve rolls his yes and mutters 'punk' before walking out of the room too. Y/N and Bucky are left alone, and while it's only been moments for Y/N, it's been years for Bucky.

"What's your name?" He finally asks, and Y/N smiles.

"Y/N." She answers, and Bucky gives a small, echo of a smile in return.

"I was starting to think that I just made you up, and that's why I didn't know your name." He tells her, and she chuckles a bit.

"You look... different." She says after a couple beats of silence. She watches his face fall, his eyes going to his metal arm. "I just came from 1940, so it was quite the jump for me." She tells him, and he flicks his eyes back to her.

"You mean, the last place you were at was Steve's hospital room?" Bucky asks for clarification, but he knows exactly what she's saying. He's lived a lifetime - two lifetimes - in the time that she walked through a purple light.

"What happened, Bucky?" She asks quietly, sitting on his bed but angling her body to face him still. He levels her gaze with a stare, unwilling the recount how he desperately prayed to a witch that he didn't even know the name of.

"You first." He counters, making Y/N furrow her brows. "Tell me what happened in your time."

"It's not important." The words are barely out of her mouth as she rolls her eyes before Bucky's speaking.

"It is to me." He says simply, and they stare at each other for a few seconds before she sighs, breaking eye contact and looking toward the window.

"My time was originally the seventeenth century. I had the misfortune of being born in Salem Village, Massachusetts Bay Colony. I knew that I was different from everyone else before the whole witch hanging was popular. And there were these girls, they were young and stupid, and they thought being a witch was cool. They called it 'possession.' But I am not possessed. I am a person." Y/N has to take a deep breath as she feels tears gather in her eyes, threatening to fall. "They accused everyone. Well, all the women, of course, because the men couldn't be tried for their wrongdoings. They pointed fingers left and right, and I know that these women were innocent. They didn't even know witches were real. They were just women." She pauses to wipe the tears that have raced down her cheeks, her heart pounding as she recalls the story. She looks down at her hands, unable to look at Bucky. "I was trying to keep a low profile. I had already been kicked out of my father's house, and I didn't have a husband. But there was this little girl, she couldn't have been more than five, and she was dying. She was going to die. I couldn't just sit there and let fear get the best of me." Y/N can remember it like it was yesterday.

"Y/N," Bucky starts, but she shakes her head. It feels good to finally tell someone, after years of meeting people and moving on immediately.

"Her dad turned me in. Said I had probably possessed her when I healed her. I saved his daughter, and he repaid me by throwing me in a cell." She watches Bucky's face change at this, but she doesn't know why. "I was held there for a month before they came to get me. They didn't feed me properly, gave me water in a bowl that they threw into the cell. I didn't even have a bathroom in there, and no one else had them in their cells either. There were times when I wouldn't eat, because I couldn't get over the smell, and I thought 'If I die of starvation, then at least I'll be free from here.' When they eventually did come, they put me in a cart, like an animal, and paraded me down the street to where my trail was held. But it wasn't actually a fair trial. Not for me, at least. I wasn't even allowed to speak. At my own death sentence!" She wipes her face again, wanting to wrap up the story. "I'm lucky on the walk to the hanging that there was some lavender and rosemary. I tripped into the bushes and crushed the plants so quickly, no one noticed. By the time I was saying the words, it was too late." She sniffles as she stares at her feet, a good point between her and Bucky so she doesn't have to look directly at him.

"You save the people who are destined to save others because you feel responsible for the women who were hung." Bucky says, reading her like a book. She snaps her gaze up to him, and he's just waiting for her to answer.

"If it weren't for me, no one in Salem would have even been thinking that witchcraft was a thing." She says, but Bucky shakes his head.

"You don't know that." He argues, and she just sighs.

"I have spent years moving around different times, saving people who are meant to be saved. And not one of those women have ever been apart of it. The only thing I've been able to do was help a woman who broke her ankle trying to run from her husband. And I almost got caught. Again." She almost shivers as she remembers helping Elizabeth right before she had helped Steve, how fast she had to go through the portal. "And now, I can never go back anyway, because they all know I'm a witch. They've seen me disappear. Twice." She thinks of all the women she was unable to save, who were hung publicly for no other reason but being a woman in Salem. It's quiet as they both take in what she's just revealed, and then Bucky starts talking.

"The first time I was taken by Hydra, it was right after you had come by. I joined the army, trying to do my part during World War II. But my unit was captured by Hydra, which was a Nazi group that largely worked underground. Steve eventually found me, but it took a month, and by that time Hydra had chosen me as their test subject. I didn't even know what they were doing, not until later, but they had given me a version of the super solider serum. I guess I should be lucky it didn't boil all my skin off or turn me green, but God, I was sick the whole time. They would take my blood, have me do certain tests, and sometimes, they'd just beat me until I was bloody." Y/N shudders as Bucky recounts his own story, feeling stupid for thinking that her starving in her cell was some sort of hell. That was just living compared to what Bucky was going through. "Steve and I formed a team after that, and we actually were pretty good. We were on a Hydra train, just trying to hijack it, when the wall was blasted off and I fell out. I should have died. But I lived, and of course, Hydra found me." He looks over at the silver arm, and Y/N figures that he must have lost it in the fall. "They wiped my memory. Made me into a killing machine. They gave me these trigger words, to keep me in line. They froze my body when they didn't need me to preserve it so I could be primed to go on missions. When Steve found me again, I didn't even know who I was. But somehow, he got through to me, and now I'm here, I guess." He doesn't seem too happy about being here, wherever it is. Y/N swallows back the tears from his harrowing story. 

"Sounds like we have a lot more in common than I thought." Y/N says, and Bucky nods, jaw clenched. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you when you needed me. But I'm here now, which means you save people, Bucky. You are important. You deserve to be saved." She scoots closer with him, putting her hand on his.

"I just turned on my entire team because of ten stupid words. That's all it takes to trigger that part of my brain again." He tells her. She doesn't quite understand exactly what he's telling her, but she understands his emotions. 

"They clearly care for you. They know it isn't your fault, Bucky. I promise, you are worth saving." She doesn't tell him that she thinks it may be her that will be saved. She's here for herself.

"So, are you gonna throw that magical powder again?" He asks, clearly upset at even the thought of Y/N leaving. She licks her lips, looking toward the window once more as she gathers her thoughts. She looks back at him, a small smile on her face.

"I was actually thinking that I may have some rest, finally." She says, just the thought of sleep causing her to yawn.

"Oh?" He's trying not to get too excited, he's only been dreaming of this moment for literal decades.

"I'm exhausted of running. Ever since that first portal, I've never stopped to catch my breath. I don't even know how long it's been, how much time I've spent doing this." She feels a little emotional even thinking about it, but Bucky seems to understand. "I want to live my life again. And I know I can still help, but maybe in a different way. Maybe in this century." She says, looking around before finally looking back at Bucky. He's grinning, looking so much more like the man she first met.

"I could help you, ya know." He says, and she laughs lightly as she moves around to lay in the bed with him.

"Sounds like a plan." She rests next to him, afraid to move, but he puts an arm around her and pulls her in, holding her tightly in his arms. She snuggles into his chest, feeling more content than she has ever felt in her life.

"Sleep tight." He whispers, and she sighs as she lets go of everything she's been holding onto.

"Where did Bucky come from?" She asks softly, wanting to know where that came from before she falls asleep in his arms. She wants to know a lot of things about him, but for right now, this small question will subdue her.

"My middle name is Bucahanan." He answers, smiling from this question.

"What's your first name?" She's almost slurring, sleep trying to take over quickly.

"James." He says, rubbing her side and trying to slyly untuck her pleaded blouse so he can slip a hand under her shirt to feel her skin.

"Yeah, I'm calling you James." She tells him, and he just laughs, unable to believe that the woman he'd been dreaming about is in his bed.

It may be too early to tell, but Bucky's pretty sure they're meant to be.

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[schizoidcel]

# JAX & GANGLE (SEPERATELY) x THEIR S/O IN THE REAL WORLD THAT ACCIDENTLY ENDED UP IN THE CIRCUS ☆

Ehmm so this is the req I accidently posted while I was like BARELY finished (awkward).

Anywho we don't care abt allat. Here it is 🙊 Srry for the wait anonsie !!

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🤍 HEADCANONS !!

warnings :: Not proofread, and like. 0.1% angst on both of them

♪ JAX ..

Jax is one of the members that notices something is off

Your body language, the way you speak etc. is something that makes him think "Did I meet this person before entering this digital world or am I tweaking??"

He's curious on why he feels like this, so he hangs around you more

This includes you getting pranked more than the others, getting dragged with him to anywhere, and all that shit.

He usually sits next to you at the feast table aswell

But no matter what he does, he can't seem to figure out why you feel so familiar to him (And why your antics make him feel weird inside in a positive way but he pretends this isn't happening)

So the conclusion he just came up with was you being an old co worker, old friend, or anything like that in the real world

Once you two were walking around, trying to find some sort of item for the current in house adventure

Jax told you in that moment about how he felt like he met you before entering the digital circus, and if you ever knew someone who acted like him to confirm his theory

To his luck, you did!

What he didn't expect though was you saying he kind of acted like your S/O.

You kind of regretted saying that after in fear of things getting awkward between you two but Jax looked like he didn't give a single fuck

Infact, he looked like he was questioning everything right now while also not looking like he was questioning everything right now

Did this mean he had a S/O?? That is you???

Hes abit conflicted with that statement ofcourse, and thinks about it

It would make sense; The reason to why you make him feel weird would be answered too

Though even then I feel like he wouldn't be sure how to go on about this.

Give him some time, I'd say

♪ GANGLE ..

Gangle also notices something weird, like she met you once before

But she thinks it's just her overthinking

Though, she did find it abit odd aswell because both of you got along immediatly

Like something clicked between you two.

You also defended Gangle alot, which was kind of suprising to her

You were interested in what she was interested, and even if you werent, you didn't go out of your way to look at her weirdly or make fun of it

So ofcourse she'll get attached.

But she still tells herself she's probably overthinking about the whole "I met you before entering the digital circus" thing

It would make sense, but it seemed impossible for her

She basically thinks that someone like you (Boss and shit) wouldn't hangout with her (Girlfail and shit) if it was actually both of you in the real world, even though you two regularly hang out in the digital one (Ik she is one of those people that think like that I just KNOW)

I feel like Gangle is also one of the few people that forgot almost everything about the outside world, this includes ofcourse having a S/O

And therefore, like the others, she'll also get upset when you tell her while you two were having a drawing sesh that you got here while helping the police investigate your S/O's missing person case

Gangle planned on confessing to you before you told her this

She didn't feel nervous around you, so she felt like that even if you rejected her, you could still be friends

Ofcourse, now she won't confess anymore, since she knows you already have a partner, and she dosen't want to make you uncomfortable in any way, shape or form (Oh girl)

Let's hope that if you both get out, Gangle gets her faded memories back and you see that your partner was literally in the digital world with you the entire time

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ׂૢ་༘࿐ Thank you for reading! ♡

This took longer than I wanted it to. I think imma quickly finish up some asks and then take a quick break lol

[sungstars]

how riize lost their virginities

- anton , he didn’t… he’s either waiting till marriage or he just has no plans too anytime soon, he has no reason too but i heavily feel like he is, he gives off virgin energy im sorry

sohee - he experimented with boys but he hasn’t actually lost it yet

wonbin - he prolly put it in someone but he didn’t like the experience (wonbin asexual king),

sungchan - def had sex multiple times prolly even did it with other idols, he’s too bad

eunseok - he prolly only did it once or twice once he was like 20 but he doesn’t see the need to constantly have sex more than a few times. year, only when he’s rlly rlly rlly horny

seunghan - he’s def fucking girl he prolly fucking RIGHT NOWWWW… i feel like he the type to make u do crazy things just bc the dick is thatttt good like

shotaro - it’s obvious he’s had sex. it’s nothing wrong with duality like ik he has a cute personality but like he’s wayy too skilled with every part of his body (esp his hips) to not be putting it to good use

i’m screaming like this made me laugh out loud when i was checking this blog on my break.. oh this made my day in the best way possible. let’s talk about it. i definitely got a bit off topic in most of these!

content warning: talking about sex, loss of virginity minors dni

anton… well yes! i just think he might not have found the right person to have sex with. i dont think marriage is something that he’s particularly waiting for. if it’s how that works out, for sure! i think that he’s just waiting for the right person that he can trust with something so intimate. i dont think he would be the person to slut himself out, but also i think that would be super yummy if he did. i love thinning about anton with a huge dick and doesn’t know how to use it. he’s definitely a hands on learner so it would be quite interesting having sex with him. he probably would accidentally push all the way in because he got lost in pleasure and apologize for it. 100% virgin but after he loses it… a bitch in heat!

sohee… THIS ONE MADE ME LAUGH IN A GOOD WAY LIKE OH I GET IT SOOO BAD. sohee has definitely experienced sexual interactions with boys. make out with a boy? hell do it. go down on one of his members? yeah he’s done it! but fucking a girl? not yet! they make him soooo nervous. i think sohee has plenty of girls who wanna fuck him… he’s just probably super nervous thinking about it because he wouldn’t know what to do even if it was in his face. i think once he found somebody who would takes their time and guide him through it, he would be ready to sleep with a woman! but it just hasn’t happened yet.

wonbin… i fear that i have to disagree. i think wonbin be fucking just not that often! he gets these spurts of where he wants to fuck any and everybody, but after he feels satisfied, it’ll be a good little bit before he wants to have sex again. i think wonbin is a bisexual king who isn’t picky about gender when it comes to sexual or romantic partners. just my honest opinion about it though! i personally just think that he does fuck a lot of people when he feels up to it! well.. i dont think he has to put it in to have fun. he lovesss foreplay. fingering & oral (giving & receiving), dry humping, handjobs, literally tweak his nipples, sloppy make out session and bite him.. that’s probably what he prefers more so than actual sex.

sungchan… definitely think he’s experienced. i’m not saying he’s easy but if you’re pretty and ask him to fuck… he’s definitely not saying no. sungchan lost his virginity and didn’t look back since. the first time he had sex, his partner was genuinely surprised because she thought he was a virgin? he was!! sungchan is just naturally good at sex and probably also took some notes from amateur porn on twitter. sungchan is definitely a man of pleasure and would prefer to take care of his partner before he takes care of himself. a selfless lover if you will.

eunseok… mm i fear i have to disagree slightly. i think eunseok gets down because he’s a freak nasty bitch. however, i think he prefers to keep it to one partner like anton. eunseok started out as a freak weirdo loser (in a hot way) so when he lost his virginity, he was completely lost and the girl definitely was confused because she thought eunseok would know what to do! looks can be deceiving. however now, i think because he knows what he’s doing, he definitely does fuck somebody frequently!

seunghan… definitely gets down the most out of all of them. i think seunghan is like eunseok & anton in regards to having just one partner instead of sleeping around / seeing multiple people. i think he’s also a freak nasty guy who knows how to use his dick. definitely has girls crazy over him because of how good his dick game is. while i think he has fun fucking, i definitely can see him like wonbin where he likes foreplay. i also think he can be a bit of a selfish lover! sometimes he focuses more so om pleasure than his partner , but when he realizes that’s what he’s doing hell definitely make up for it!

shotaro… FREAKKKKK. FREAK. NASTY. FREAKY NASTY. shotaro gets DOWNNNNN. shotaro has bitches lined up for every day of the week if he feels up to it. his cute persona is a TRAP. you think he’s super goofy and silly, which he is! but in bed he’s fucking nasty as fuck. gag on it! choke on it! cry! hell spit in your mouth and choke you out. shotaro gets down and always leaves somebody wanting more. too bad he doesn’t really see the same person more than twice if he can help it!

end!

[thisbitchcantdraw]

Genuinely tweaking because it’s 4 in the morning rn and I’ve been drawing this all day, literally the second I was free I was drawing.

AND IT TOOK ME 6 HOURS WHATTT

So as some of you know I’m a big fan of a FanFiction made by @theellipelli and it’s epic and great and it’s yanqing and Jing yuan and time travel and family issues GO READ IT IM GREAT AT PROMOTING THIS HAHAH.

So like… I didn’t read the new chapter and I’m scared to do so BECAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN TW DEATH??? STOP.. I better not cry

Anyway so I had the idea on what the idea was but I didn’t know how to make it right so I ended up with this, here’s the starter sketch with colour

Now MEGA TRANSFORM RENDER BOOM WOW heheh thank you thank you👏👏👏👏

If you can’t tell Baiheng is drunk and in my head she should be kept at least 5 miles away from any person when she’s drunk

Jinglius hand looks weird but look at yanqing he looks great #neverdoingmysondirty

The atrocious hand grip on yanqing head I head to learn how to draw hand can someone teach me

Ik it’s really hard to tell what’s going on with df and yingxing but I wanted to fit all the quintet in (they are just whispering to each other which is pretty much “bro can we please leave” “nah”) Df is so circle I’m sorry idk what happened I’m tweaking again

Sorry that jy, yq and baiheng look so much better than everyone else that’s the difference between start vs finish

And if anyone is out there “6 hours for that?? Man you got to be joking” well Uhm actually I’m a very slow artist

I think I spent the smallest time on yingxing

But I think I spent at least like an hour on the sketch sigh can I get a pat on the back

ALSO DRAWING THEM WAS SO HARD BECAUSE OF THE SMALL AMOUNT OF REFERENCES I HAD..

I wanted to do cloud night Jing yuan but the design was different from the fic one so I had to live of that one art the author of the fanfic did (go check out her tumblr tagged her above she’s great support her on every platform possible or you’ll die)

Anyway ik not a lot of people are reading this but I would like to thank art Jesus, art God and Beyoncé for giving me the motivation to finish this in one day

Uhm that’s the end make sure to support the author love you all bye,!

Scared to post this second thoughts are gonna be the end of me

[lonelyloverz]

servamp ch146 spoilers

is it just me or is mahiru’s hair sticking out more than usual like dog ears

(i’m guessing this is mean to be an homage to his beta design or tanaka sensei is tweaking her artsyle again. also i love the dog and cat parallel beta mahiru and kuro had ☹️)

this panel is so freaking cute

and he’s so freaking cute too

i missed this comedic side of servamp

i read some of the jp fandom’s reactions to this chapter and some were saying how slightly ooc tubaki feels and i’m ngl i kinda agree. ik he’s always been pretty flippant but he’s acting a lot like hyde, teasing kuro alot, but ig it kinda makes sense with how they resolved their conflict and need to work together now. i’m not complaining tho, he’s so cute i want to pinch his cheeks

anyways the chapter was so good i want to cryyyyy

also i was listening to servamp audio dramas last night (most of them are up on iscanthings’ page) and im pretty sure the title was “alicein family / the day he was here” and omg after the recent chapters of mikuni wanting to be misono’s dad that audio drama is lowkey fucked up 😢

i was listening to it in bed so my memory’s kinda hazy but it was abt misono dreaming of playing chess w mikuni who had never ran away from home. bro i wanted to ball my eyes out so badddd

no but fr tho, listening to the other more jokey audio dramas, mikuni is such an ass. bro literally has no friends other than abel. i think my favorite appearance of his is when he switches bodies with jeje so all you here is jeje’s va in a light mood talking about how handsome he is skdjfifjrnfnf