#and they had a spirits one too with their apple spirits bc it was a cider brewery on an apple farm

[galaxywhale]

@queervagabond oh that’s so interesting! I wonder why! Paddle makes much more sense to me hahaha but I’m sure there’s a reason

I love that breweries (here? idk if that’s a thing elsewhere?) have tasting paddles bc I just tried way more cider than I would have otherwise and were having a lot of fun ranking them and comparing our ranking (my + my sister’s husband are Correct, she is Not)

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Tricks and Treats🎃

A Halloween Special!

Alive!Kyle Spencer x f!reader Headcanons

Warnings! Headcanons (may be OOC, hopefully not), some smut/ nsfw, f!gering, oral (f!recieving), períod sėx, mentions of p n v, mainly fluff, not proofread

Requested by @vi0l3tgard3ns

I really wanted to do this, but bc I’m having issues rn with my laptop, I decided to write some quick headcannons instead. I tried to an even amount of SFW and NSFW. Also, Happy Halloween everyone! Hope you had/ have a great time!

Sfw

• Kyle loves hanging out with his frat boy friends, but holidays are different. You’re the most important thing to him, so he’ll choose to spend the night with you any day. But especially a holiday, and Halloween is definitely no exception

• Kyle would immediately come up with wacky ideas for matching costumes if you brought up the topic

• He wouldn’t mind trick or treating with you if that’s what you wanted, going around confidently in your costumes and picking up candy at each house like you’re kids again (despite being college students :p)

• He’d prefer most to stay home with you and either hand out candy or snuggle up and watch scary movies in matching Halloween pajamas, munching on candy and popcorn. Possibly both at the same time.

• He’ll pretend he’s not as scared of the movie than he actually is. But you can tell when he fidgets a bit and smoothly holds you tighter, usually sliding his hand into yours and squeezing. He’d brush it off as him trying to comfort you instead.

• If you’re scared of the movie, he’d cover your eyes and ears until the scene is over and you can continue watching the less bothersome parts. Maybe giving you a few head rubs/ pets and soothing kisses along your face until your heartbeat stopped racing and your anxiety calmed.

• If you’re not into scary movies, he’d put on Tim Burton and Charlie Brown with you. Again, he’ll pretend that he’s a little more tough and that he doesn’t enjoy it as much as he does. But he’s too gentle and sweet to be the image he tries to mimic of his friends. (He’s working on coming out of it though and being more authentic, especially because he wants to be fully comfortable being himself around you).

• He’d make sure that Halloween night isn’t the only time you celebrate. The whole month he’ll take you on small dates to the pumpkin patch, the orchard, a fall fest, some cafes to buy all their halloween specials. You’ll carve pumpkins at home and decorate your houses, you’ll definitely go shopping together for your costumes. Matching or not.

• He’d tease you and goof around, trying on all the stupid and scary items hanging in Spirit Halloween or whatever costume shop. He’ll try to scare you on some occasion, but it’s purposely corny, and of course, you’ll try and get him back and he just has the biggest grin on his face.

• Kyle jokes about the pumpkin spice craze, but secretly he’s part of the hype. I think his favorite flavor for fall would be Apple Cinnamon though.

• If you had a pet together, he’d convince you to dress them up in a costume too, and if you were matching—of course your pet would too.

• If you’re on your period that week, he’d buy lots of chocolate from the store for you, and some to hand out, letting you eat any of the leftovers. He’d have a heating pad ready for you when you snuggle and watch movies, having you laying back against his chest as his hands rest over the heating pad on your abdomen.

Nsfw

• If you bought a skimpy costume, one that showed any amount of your curves and body flauntingly, he’d lose his mind. He’d be focused on it all night and his mind might trail a little when he’s around you or you walk by. He’s definitely checking you out very obviously, even though he’s trying to hide it. Sometimes.

• If you teased him any amount in costume, even if you were at a Halloween party with his friends, he’d find a place to fuck the shit out of you until neither of you can think.

• His favorite sexy costumes would probably be (not in order): Playboy Bunny/ Bunny costume, sexy cop, sexy lifeguard, sexy angel or devil, sexy cheerleader.

• Since it’s Halloween, he’d subtly ask to involve candy during sexy. Like rubbing your lips and tongue with a lollipop so he can lick the sugar off when you kiss. Or covering your skin in a little chocolate sauce or whipped cream. He’d go crazy if you wore a skimpy costume and let him lick whip cream off your nipples (he’d more like inhale it, but y’know. Same difference.)

• If you decide not to dress up and stay home, he’d find a way to finger you or eat you out on the couch while you’re watching a movie. Oh, you’re too scared while watching the movie? Well here, let’s distract you with some mind numbing, knuckle deep massaging in your pussy while we watch, so you don’t have to worry. You’re bored? Why don’t you lay back while I let you grind yourself on my tongue and nose.

• It’d most likely eventually lead to the both of discarding the movie marathon and just fucking on the couch for the rest of the night until you fall asleep. The movie still playing in the background. Talk about Netflix and Chill.

• If he was feeling really frisky, he might ask you to try some spiked aphrodisiac candy with him to see how long you can last before one of you finally caves. Of course, the first one to cave is punished, but you’ll worry about that tomorrow.

• If you’re on your period, he’ll dress up as a vampire and beg to eat you out and fuck you. It’s ridiculous, but strangely hot. He says that it’s to “help with cramps” and that it would be the perfect opportunity, but it’s obvious that’s just an excuse because he wanted to try it with you after regularly helping you on your period (and doing some research) and was too embarrassed to ask until now. (You end up caving and it’s the best and strangest experience you’ll ever have. And of course you’ll want to do it again. Even after Halloween.)

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[dilftaroooo]

a lil something for my black gorls bc apparently every reader in this fandom is fair skinned </3

oh lord ghost turns into holy spirit bc of how much he worships u and yo body goodness gracious (i am so sorry father god 💀🧎🏽‍♀️). got carried away. p.s. yall i haven’t written anything in a hot minute so this small thirst might be raggedy as hell (my coochie was doin the thinking)

tags: smut + afab reader + ghost loves you sm + just as much as u love him + finger lickin good pussy eatin + body worship + slight dumbification + i was planning on making him rough with u but then i went soft :) + p power + piv sex + barely proofread + im so sleepy i’ll probably edit the format later + forgot how much i fucking hate tumblr’s editing antics.

You had lost count already. How many times you came to be exact. Has it gone up to Two? Three? Yeah—three. At least that’s what you think. Well—you suppose thinking is starting to become more and more of a rare luxury considering the state you were in—dazed and stupid. Eyes decorated with a red glow from the tears that spilled from them along with a glossy sheen that finished the look.

Subtle hints of wet mascara slid down the apples of your cheeks as Ghost’s fingers delve deep within your wet entrance. His digits were more than acquainted to the slimy ridges that lived inside of you. He graciously pets your most sensitive spots with the utmost care, making your pussy scream as his moist lips kisses your bothered clit as though he’s cooing it to sleep. His tender nature juxtaposes the foreboding gleam of his skull mask and dark eyes drowning in war paint.

It’s those eyes. The ones that made you shiver and whine whenever they catch sight of you. The ones that glare under dim, yellow lights when you inevitably made him jealous. Enough to make them turn green. The ones that form crescent moons whenever he reminds you how much he loves you (the mild appearance of crow’s feet adorning the outer corners). Those eyes—

God, those big fucking eyes.

Sweat makes your melanin coated skin glisten, emitting a warm glow that send tingles up Ghost’s spine. He can feel the goosebumps covering his body as you inadvertently arch your back, pushing your warm sex up against his upper lip, making him groan into your sensitive nub. Your core tighten once more, your pedicured toes stretched across the apex of his back, polish chipped and damaged from irritation, the power of your orgasm jolting you with a hot flash.

Now it's your fourth time.

Brown areolas raise up and down from your big breaths, in the process of coming down from that high you’ve encountered just a second ago. But Ghost doesn’t know rest as he gorges your nipple in his mouth, adoring the quick yelp escaping your lips.

“Ah, Ghost…” You say with kind fragility. Your palms lightly tap his shoulder. Not telling him to stop but telling him to slow down. It was too much. His hands caressed your naked curves. He loved admiring your body. Taking the time to relish just how gorgeous you really are—from head to toe:

Your cornrows styled in intricate parts, freshly layered with the tropical smell of coconuts. Skin gleaming with the overly used shea butter that rarely missed a day off your body. Lips full and plump and coated with that cherry chapstick he loves to taste. Your breast were round and soft to the touch. And your pussy—Fuck, that pussy shined with your juices. Juices he created from fucking you silly with his fingers.

Ghost wasn’t a religious man. He never was. But of all the possible religions out there, your pussy was the one he worshiped the most.

He loved this pussy. Kneeled for this pussy. Prayed for this pussy.

Your being was his shrine and your name was his mantra. He couldn’t get enough of you and your light touches and gentle praises. Ghost couldn’t find more ways to thank you for your existence.

He releases your nipple with a soft pop and utters a voice lower than you’ve ever heard him use, “I need you, love.” You don’t take long to nod with evident fervor. Languidly aiding him in unbuckling his pants and releasing him from those tight restraints.

“I need you,” He repeats. “need that soaking wet cunt.” His Mancunian accent is thick and laced with desire when his mouth spewed that last word. You let go of a wanting mewl before spreading the dark, puffy lips that lead to your sopping wet hole. Just what he wanted.

You both moan in unison as you both get what you want. His hand engulfed yours and you’re quickly reminded of how big he is. His fingers are long and thick. Your legs twitch as you remember how they feel rubbing inside you. He leisurely finds his way deep in your sex. Your tightness pains him in the way that he likes. Leaning down to grunt into your ear, nose filled with that familiar coconut scent, you clench around him when his teeth bites down at the shell of your ear.

He loves you. He loves you so much—your hair, your eyes, your lips, your smile, your voice, your taste, your scent. You’re wonderful. Breathtaking. Beautiful. So so beautiful. He’s so glad he has you. That you’re in his arm moaning so prettily for him. And its almost unbelievable to him that you think of him the same way he thinks of you.

Once your breathing gets heavier and his thrusts gets sloppier and your eye starts twitching, you both finally succumb to the hot rush of pleasure. You don’t object to his heavy weight toppling over you after he fills you up (you encourage it with a hug despite how heavy he is). It feels good—laying like this. So intimate. You pet the back of his head taking in his warmth. Time passes before he slowly looks up at you, his eyes the same temperature as both of your bodies meshed together, and he suddenly states,

“That’s your fifth one, doll.” And you can’t help the quiet snicker that leaves you before giving him a playful slap to his arm, telling him to shut up. You somehow manage to catch a small glimpse of him rolling his eyes beneath that inky mask of his. This was intimate indeed. You finish off the night with a kiss to his forehead and you felt your heart flutter when he answered with a subdued hum.

[dragon-queen21]

Some fall hcs for regressor Suma with cg tengan and the wives!

-I can totally see her carving pumpkins and crying to her cgs with her hands out covered in guts

-Makio had to gut it for her

-doesn’t like trick or treating due to scary decorations

-Makio thought it would be fun to go spirit Halloween and poor Suma just cried and got jumpscared by many animatronics

-she likes to help hinatsuru with making candy and caramel apples in the kitchen

-picked one of the tiniest pumpkins at the pumpkin patch

-she cries every time she leaves a pumpkin patch bc she feels bad for the pumpkins being all lonely

-likes to help make fall reaths with her cgs

Eee I love Suma being little. Why do I not talk about her more I don’t know. Anyways!

~~~

~Do you know the Charlie Brown Halloween movie? Where they carve the pumpkin and Lucy’s brother is crying that he didn’t know she was going to “kill it”. (Link to youtube in case anyone doesn’t know what I am talking about)

~That but with Tengen when he first cuts the top of the pumpkin and Suma is so upset. Maybe they should have stuck to painting the outside of pumpkins instead.

~Okay but the spirit Halloween stores are not kiddo friendly at all. I’m with Suma on this one I would probably cry too.

~And by helping we all know the baby is taste testing everything and trying to eat all the caramel without any of the actual fruit

~She would probably love going on hay rides! (Also bonus note some pumpkin patches will have those animatronic bull rides and I can imagine Tengen absolutely loves going on them.)

~Awww going out and collecting leaves and pinecones and adding a bunch of glitter to make it all sparkly.

[shadowknightapologist]

do yuo have any mcd gene headcanons perchance……

BOY DO I!!! hello my new favorite person enjoy your stay /silly

WARNINGS FOR: referenced child abandonment, sick parent, mild body horror (bad piercing habits), cannibalism, execution, and murder.

prior to being a shadow knight...

gene is afro-dominican (maria is dominican, his father is black).

bisexual demiromantic, he/they, BPD + insomnia (i fear him and laurance are going to become personal conduits /hj silly).

if he'd have had the chance, he probably would have become an artist.

he always loved cats. his childhood pet was a golden tabby molly named apple (after dante bc it was one of his favorite words and gene wanted to make sure he could pronounce it). she was very affectionate and usually rode around on his shoulders while he was patrolling the village and she'd cry at him whenever dante got out of school. very accomplished mouser and gift-giver, much to chagrin of her household. she got sick just before maria did and died the day after gene's execution.

gene was executed at 19 (dante was 13) and is 25 as of season 1. he looks about 21-22.

he looks like his father and he hates it (the design i made is already a little outdated but that's okay i'll figure it out one day).

his full name is eugene alejandro de la cruz.

"eugene" is after his father, but calling him that whether you're aware or not will get your teeth knocked in. the only person who got away with this is his mother, maria, because she was sick (dante, before and after gene's execution, would probably be fine too, but dante never had a reason to call him eugene anyway so).

gene took care of both dante and maria.

gene DID actually work to be headguard, and he was going to be picked fairly. however, he was in competition with an older, well-respected gentleman and panicked—i'm thinking the lord was corrupt and made it so low-ranking guards and villagers were kinda miserable, so with maria getting sick and their father leaving, gene was terrified he'd be unable to properly support them without the rank.

so his first run-in with his magiks was an attempt to manipulate the man into no longer wanting to be headguard so it'd leave gene as the only option. instead, he corrupted his memories so bad that he got severe PTSD and had to step down as a guard completely.

i think that, in addition to memory warping, gene can cast small illusions. this is how dante is introduced to gene's magik—he used to do little shows based on fairytales to help dante sleep.

gene was too busy growing up to bother with crushes or attractions beyond physical/aesthetic attraction and occasional flirting bc he's charming and knows how to read/talk to people. yes this means i'm making the lord's daughter thing largely noncanon!! instead she liked him and he used it to his advantage (not in a gross way) (more like "my family is safest when i'm on your side so that's where i'm gonna be") (unkind, yes; assault-y? no).

after becoming a shadow knight...

gene developed feline qualities after becoming a shadow knight. when passing for a human, this is visible in his eyes. in his usual knight form, he has a tail, the claws, and the teeth. in his more beastly form he basically looks like a fucked-up, zombified big cat.

additionally. shad gave him a nether-born feline mount.

in my headcanon, shadow knights are kept in the nether for 1-3 nether years (26-78 overworld days) so they can start training, acclimating to the realm, and be brainwashed. gene stabilized pretty quickly for newborn shadow knights, especially as magiks user. shad allowed him to leave with supervision after eight months (17 overworld days).

i believe that, in general, spirits suffer memory damage after dying. it's typical and usually fixes itself in the afterlife. however, since gene never got to any afterlife, nothing fixed itself. so when he's reborn, he believes, whole-heartedly, that dante betrayed him. his little brother, his shadow, the one person dante would have done anything for—now the one who tossed gene away, who let them make a public spectacle of his murder.

gene eats his lord, the two senior knights, and the boy who executed him. while he's fighting he takes a few chunks out of people. all in all it's a complete bloodbath. i think he would have done something to keep maria and dante away from a majority of the violence tho, whether that was trapping them in the house or using magic to create some sort of "bubble" so they couldn't hear anything.

gene still hits dante with the "someone has to remember" line, but no one's memory is actively changed (1, because everyone is dead; 2, because gene is still scared of his powers at this time, having not used them a lot; and 3, a part of him is hesitant to inflict that on dante). he leaves the communication amulet with dante and tells him to run.

after that, gene stays with maria for a while. either she dies of natural causes or he kills her himself (considering it a mercy kill).

dante (and maybe shad, but in a different way) is gene's only flaw as a shadow knight. he's the one thing remaining of his old life that gene can't kill, the one thing that makes him act out. gene will simultaneously hurt dante and beat the shit out of any knights that breathe a word about him.

aphmau reminds gene of dante. laurance and aphmau remind him of him and his brother (i'm not doing laurmau i think).

gene handles most of the rebirth process for baby knights. laurance was his favorite due to the unusual circumstances surrounding his turning.

gene is an exalted knight.

gene has tattoos + piercings. the piercings are mostly from him getting bored and just... stabbing things through his body.

in a perfect world, gene forgives dante and makes him a shadow knight with him and they serve shad together. he doesn't know why he hasn't done it yet (he'll say dante needs to suffer the consequences of his actions a little longer, but the truth is some deeply buried part knows and acknowledges that being a shadow knight is torture. he doesn't want that for his dante).

gene considered sasha a friend against his better judgement, up until she fled (he knows considers her a traitor and a coward). vylad is disconcerting and frustrating to him because he's hard to read. vincent is a coward. laurance is both infuriating and, truth be told, a little scary to him. gene isn't a stranger to eating other knights so zenix is straight up just annoying to him.

um this quote makes me think of dante and gene

these are probably so boring and all over the place, i just got excited </3 some may be subject to change bc i fear they're not very interesting!! but we'll see

[menlove]

could you tell us some more about lord hear my prayer? looove some religious imagery <3

GOD SAME it was born entirely out of a) john my beloved by sufjan stevens and b) the fact that there's not a lot of religious imagery in mclennon fics and i wanted to change this. it kind of stalled bc i wrote this big long scene in paris & then realized it didn't really... fit well w the theme of the fic? so i threw it into my "killed darlings" folder but lamented bc i lost like 3k of this fic & lost steam. but i 10000% wanna finish this one.

it's john's pov and basically centers around the idea of paul as a religion to john. inspired MAINLYYYY by the lyric "i've seen religion from jesus to paul" which is taken as like ya know being about beatlemania but when you have on yaoi goggles like me....

anyway, here's a snippet!

1953

The wooden pew was uncomfortable and unforgiving under John’s arse as the twelve year old shifted, squinting in the morning light at the painting hanging at the front of the room. In the soft, golden sunshine and aided by his piss-poor eyesight, the rough brushstrokes had faded out, giving the subject an ethereal sort of look that’d left him feeling like the wind’d been knocked out of him. 

Course, John knew who Jesus was. Been dragged to enough sermons with Mimi and George to get the gist of it, but looking at the painting, John thought he might get it. A little. The figure in the painting was- well, beautiful, in a way he’d never seen a man painted to be. The man’s eyes were turned heavenward, eyelashes falling over supple cheeks, golden curls spilling around his shoulders. All brought together by strong, masculine hands clasped in front of him as he prayed, veins painted with a care that had John’s heart racing uncomfortably in his chest. 

Truth be told, he’d never understood the whole Jesus thing. Now, he wasn’t an atheist or summat- only the truly worst sorts of people were, at least that’s what his auntie said. But it was all just a little hard to believe, wasn’t it? Sounded more like the books he liked to read than something that actually happened. If God was out there healing the sick and the blind, then why was John’s vision still shite? Didn’t make a lick of sense, not to him. But staring at the painting, he thought- well, if that’s what he’d looked like, he probably would’ve followed him too. 

Not in any queer way, mind, just the same sort of way he gotten a right thrill out of Carl, one of the year nines, inviting him with the rest of the lads for a smoke. Leaned against the brick of the school wall, choking on smoke and feeling his head spin from the rush, he’d looked up and seen the smoke from all the boys’ ciggies clouding around Carl’s face and thought it looked right out of a film. It was the same sort of feeling he felt now, twisting up in his chest and tugging.

Was that what people were talkin’ about, then? When the little old ladies would coo about the spirit of the lord? Maybe that was it- the painful, swooping feeling stuck under John’s ribs as he blinked up at the painting, remembering Carl’s toothy grin as he’d laughed and laughed and laughed at John’s coughing. His pink tongue poking out between those teeth, head tipped back to reveal a long neck and protruding Adam’s apple. 

John’s cheeks had started to heat and he shifted to lean back against the unforgiving pew, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling embarrassed for reasons he couldn’t even begin to place. Next to him, Mimi shot him a look, reaching over to pinch his shoulder until he sat up again. He sighed, uncrossing his arms with a scowl, eyes flicking away from the painting. Up by the pulpit, the priest’s strong voice washed over the crowd, Bible clutched in one outstretched hand.

“We must remember, from Corinthians, what the Lord has said of all earthly temptations,” the priest began. He cleared his throat, sweeping his eyes over the congregation, imploring them to listen. John already knew he wouldn’t understand- those old words were too jumbled up and confusing. “‘There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.’”

At the front of the church hall, the priest looked tired. His hair was thinning and he’d swept it forward in some attempt to pretend it wasn’t. What was probably a handsome face when he was John’s age had turned sour, like fruit that’d been sitting out on the kitchen table too long. His nose was a deep red, speaking to just what sorts of temptations  Nah, he decided, fixing his gaze on the blue polka-dot fabric of the woman’s dress sitting in front of him, he didn’t get it all.

[marzzthehuman]

🧃🍜📚🎬📺

sorry im just really curious ,:3

uwaahhh!!! yaayayyy

🧃- uhh favorite cold drink hmm. maybe like soda?? or water. or apple juice but maybe not? I'm still not over the time I drank a bunch of it after learning a dance that was too much. I think I got sick of the taste lol

🍜- hmm my favorite dish is probably this soup (okay had to Google for this) It's the "One-Pot Creamy Lemon-Dill Chicken Soup with Couscous & Scallions" from a hello fresh meal my dad got once. (we don't get hello fresh anymore my dad just saved the recipe cards lmao) idk I just really like it. (we cant have it anymore bc according to my stepmom 'its not soup season.' cries)

📚- gegegegeggeg favorite book I'm excited. ok here's a few: Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White, The Spirit Bares It's Teeth by Andrew Joseph White, My Best Friend's Exorcism by Grady Hendrix, The Tunnel to Summer, the Exit of Goodbyes by Mei Hachimoku, and probably some others I forgot.

The books by Andrew Joseph White have gore, homophobia/transphobia, religious trauma, ableism and a lot of other stuff so I would take caution before reading (I also believe there's a warning at the beginning of them, I might be wrong but I hope I'm not?? I don't have them with me rn)

(excuse my bad summarizing lmao)

Hell Followed With Us is about a trans boy escaping from a cult but he was chosen to be the savior or whatever so he had this like??? substance?? infection??? (OKAY THANK YOU GOODREADS. its a bioweapon) put in him so he'd become the monster thing its great. (lots of gore, though)

The Spirit Bares It's Teeth (okay sorry if this one is especially bad this book is hard to descirbe) is about an autistic trans boy who wants to be a doctor ?? I think there's this whole setting thing with ghosts and stuff (its pretty cool I just don't know how to describe it lmao) basically he's put in an arranged marriage and was diagnosed with 'veil sickness' so he has to go to a boarding school. lots of gore. I don't want to spoil a specific scene but there is gore very much. its a super good book though.. I need to reread it

My Best Friend's Exorcism also has gore in it?? I think?? it gets pretty disturbing so. It's set in the 80's where this girl's best friend goes missing one night and then comes back possessed (obviously, as stated in the title) but no one believes her when she tries to tell people that that is not her friend. her friend gets all evil n shit (I mean she is possessed by a demon)

The Tunnel to Summer, the Exit of Goodbyes is about a boy who hears rumors at school about this tunnel that will grant your wishes in exchange for you getting older. he finds the tunnel and is intrigued. (he also wants to know if it can make his sister come back bc she died in a tragic accident)

and unrelated but I also like the Komi Can't Communicate and TBHK mangas :3

ookay moving on~♪

🎬- MY FAVORITE MOVIE IS SCOTT PILGRIM VS THE WORLD !!!! ITS SO COOL I WATCHED IT WHEN WE HAD A 6 DAY BREAK DUE TO WEATHER IT WA SSOOO COOOL

📺- I don't really watch tv but I like Young Sheldon, the office, and superstore :33

thanks for the ask even though this is super long and the book summaries probably make no sense at all!!!

[littleblueberryartist]

Old Mondstadt hcs

I recently reread the biography of Gunnhildr so now I'm thinking about how that slots into my existing order of meeting for the Old Mond Gang hcs perhaps (also a bunch of general hcs bc I think about them a Normal Amount, this got l o n g)

These are also the hcs used in this small bit of writing I did!

Nameless Bard (and Venti!):

Rebellions take a damn while to happen! And I like the idea of Venti and the bard having more time to get close and form bonds. So Venti's "I met a boy not that old" in Boy and the Whirlwind is referencing when they first met (I like to think when the bard was maybe 16+?) and the bard would die at 19+ during the rebellion

They met either by Wispti flying smack into the bard's face while searching for the faint song in the wind or by nb catching a wisp stealing his apples lol

They are the closest within the group and have known one another the longest

Venti is actually the name given to the wisp by the bard, and thus the name that Venti prefers to use (alternatively the bard's name was Venti and Barbatos is pulling a Stanley I'm down for both hcs tbh)

The bard is the more chaotic one actually! Venti had his own level of chaos but the bard made it worse (affectionate)

Nameless Bard is the one that sparked the rebellion so obviously he's the first to join the gang

He was already singing about change I think, but his voice was never enough to be heard above the storms.

Venti carrying his tunes with the wind so that he could finally be heard over the storm gave him hope

The little wisp's stories of the outside renewed his ambition and made him yearn for the sky

The bard taught Venti the importance of freedom, to dream and fight for it. But Venti also inspired him, and gave him the hope to fight (THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SM YOUR HONOUR)

Despite how much I brainrot about NB I don't actually have an exact idea of how he died. My current thought is that he was shot by redirected arrows. As a wisp of the wind Venti had been helping during the battle by guiding the arrows to their mark. But he was but a wisp and Decarabian was a god. They could not stop everything.

But since he also climbed the tower with the rest of the gang (Amos Bow description) maybe the arrows were blasted back by the force of Decarabian's death instead?

Also does he get to see the sky with his dying breath at least? Or did he not even get that? Who knows depends on how angsty I'm feeling ig

Red Haired Warrior/Sir Ragnvindr

NB frequently plays at a small tavern in the city bc at least indoors he had a slightly higher chance of being heard

And heard he was, by a certain red haired bartender that sort of wandered into the city, couldn't get out and then set up said tavern (the Freedom Sworn description refers to him as a flame-haired wanderer)

The tavern later expands into the Dawn Winery of today thanks to the availability of trade post rebellion. The name Angel's Share was coined later. It was a nod to an old friend, one who the warrior was no longer close to but still held fond memories for none the less.

But back to the pre rebellion days! Ragnvindr was the first to believe in the wisp and the bard, and it was he who helped to fan the flames of revolt. He passed out the first windblumes, a code word created by his bard friend, and recruited more to their cause.

He came to care for both of them, but never truly saw the wisp as they're own "person"

Perhaps that was why he was so upset when the wind spirit took the form of the young boy he had watched grow and die too soon?

Either way he turns his back on the god, leaving immense emotional damage in his wake

He does cool down eventually, and comes to regret his words, just a little. So comes tales of a red haired wanderer, spreading the word of the anemo archon. A silent apology to the wind.

He eventually returns to Mond. But by that time Venti had already left to see the world on the bard's behalf. (left so he wouldn't hurt mond like he hurt ragnvindr)

Lady Amos

Ah Lady Amos. I feel like they'd be wary of her at first because of the chance that she'd tell Decarabian of their plans.

As Decarabian's lover though, she likely also had some authority

I feel like she either caught wind of the rebellion anyway and offered her valuable knowledge to gain their trust bc by then she had grew disillusioned with Decarabian too

or the funnier option (and the one I'm a bit more biased towards): nb is a rebellious little lad that sings of rebellion and overthrowing the king, possibly leading to a music ban of some kind. Guy lands himself in jail and meets Amos herself who lets him go. They do this song and dance a few times and the bard manages to charm the Lady with his determination and charisma and his cute little elf friend. (also his chaotic whimsy)

Big Sister Amos has joined the found family!!!

SHe acted as an informant because of her closeness to Decarabian but also hoped to reason with him and looked for solutions that didn't end in death. (she failed)

She taught the Bard to wield a bow (bc I think Windblume Ode was his) and Venti took up archery in her honour

She and the rest of the gang scaled the tower together (from Amos Bow description), but Amos was the one that dealt the final blow

Perhaps she had gone ahead to try and reason with him one last time, maybe the others stopped because NB got shot and she went ahead full of resentment, perhaps the wisp and Gunnhildr could only protect so many people. Regardless the result is the same. She looked the storm in the eye and shot the arrow that ended the tyrant's reign. But with his death she and the tower fell too.

Knight Gunnhildr

Okay so. According to the Biography of Gunnhildr the Gunnhildr clan used to live within the storm walls, but left after becoming disillusioned by Decarabian's rule. How did you get out???? Huh????

For now I'm going with the explanation that maybe the walls were strengthened soon after the clan left (and came back?) bc of said leaving but if someone has a better theory please lemme know

Anyway the clan finds a way out somehow and then proceed to start freezing in the blizzard rip.

As a wisp of the wind, Venti can move in and out of the storm walls (this is also how he got those eagle feathers he never managed to give the bard in his character story 4)

On one such trip to look for stuff for either nb or the resistance, he hears the prayers of the Gunnhildr clan, and above all Gunnhildr's faith

Dang their faith was strong enough to give him powers and using those powers they blessed Gunnhildr "with the power to protect"

This is part of the reason why I think she (and Venti) may have played a part in maybe shielding the red haired warrior from the worst of the blast when Decarabian fell but wasn't strong enough to save Amos and the Bard

With Venti's help, the clan makes it's way back within the walls and she becomes the last to join the gang

Though she's the last to join she's also the last one that stayed.

The bard and the archer perished, the warrior left to wander. And even her god friend departed after reshaping the land.

But she remained, from newcomer to constant and a pillar of support for the newly ascended Barbatos (as he was for her in return)

She was hesitant to let him leave, knowing the impact Ragnvindr left on them, but also knew that Barbatos did not want to rule and had been overworking himself to try and do right by the ideals of the bard. Seeing the world could be good for her old friend. He visits often and sends her messages by the Dandelion hotline so it's all good.

Then she hears of the Red Haired Wanderer, spreading word of the new god. She understands quickly, the meaning behind this, and when the warrior returns she meets him with silent understanding.

Gunnhildr was always a bit more quiet and hesitant because she was the last to join the group (+ she had more of a formal worship relationship with venti bc he saved her clan that the wisp wasn't the biggest fan of)

But she and Venti grew a lot closer as the two left in the group

She also got the other two to finally fucking talk (no diluc kaeya lack of communication here on her watch)

They were never as close as they used to be, and things were never the same. But Gunnhildr is nothing if not hopeful and faithful. And they do reconcile to an extent.

She was Venti's guide to being a person. They had learnt much from the bard in the years they knew one another but getting used to a whole new form was hard, getting used to human emotion was hard, grief was so, so hard.

And the immortal experience of realising that you'll outlive everyone in the end... that was hard too.

Gunnhildr was there for him in all those aspects. But she was only mortal and though she was the last to stay, Venti was still the last one left.

She also has a hair clip that kind of matches Amos' hair feathers which I think is cute <3 (keeping my hcs platonic for the most part bc I'm not really into ships but do what you will with this info)

Oh w o w this got long this will be quick I said I just have to expand a little on the general timeline I said

Anyway I hope you enjoy my brainrot rambles lol

[c-11-22]

my sister got her period two mins after we linked at the airport i was jealous bc i havent had mine all month AND it was on the full moon we shared ice cream and giggles and some amira what r u doing w this art shit words the moon is wild up here bc this island sits on a very particular coordinate, u never know where the moon sets or pops up really. the island is called dog island bc the tribes who lived here had one type of real furry dog along w them everywhere and used his fur to make blankies the bones n guts of the island is quartz, which makes the electro magnetic field of dog island a bit wonky. pull out a compass n the needle hovers three degrees left of where true north is, always. it makes 9-5 hard here is what i overheard. i walked around their home its overgrown and pear trees are common there are two types: pears for cider and pears for raw enjoy — i tried one pear from every tree and im making a map identifying where theyre at. theres apple trees and wild blaxkberry vines i tripped over every other stride most likely. one trip i thought i was about to deeply frighten three deers, one was a baby. a dough? lol i just started chatting with them while i ate my pear. it was odd because ive been looking at this photo my sister sent me of three deers this past week, she was facetiming me and i couldnt pick up, but she had the camera on those deers i felt like i knew them. they were turning to move towards a different area of the pasture/woodsy area we were in, not too far from the house, and i was like please do not go yet keep in mind the light was dusty lavender blue and the fog was coming up, orange white streaks of sunset coming thru the birch and pear and oak trees the baby literally turned around paused stared and stepped closer to me. we just talked, i finished my pear and said bye, she didnt move a muscle deers are two spirit creatures i think she was my cousin lmao we walked to the store by the ferry to get kombucha her husband felt bloated. people here are white, move slow and very calm. they clear pathways behind their houses for wine or jogging trails. i dont understand the leisure i went to the plum tree i peed on six years ago and ate a plum. there was a husky there with the craziest eyes like ice blue and she was so soft chilling by the lighthouse i got a plum for dani and we saw the moon over the water was crazy it looks real it look fake it looks like someone tore part of a indigo cobalt sky to the real stratosphere which is orange and warm and charged and everyone is a giant with armor that slips right off into a lustrous skim coat of skin when a certain someone looks at them a certain way i fell asleep when danielle was make the bed literally around me it was ten pm its 9ish thats 11 hours im rlly grateful lol

i just got my period im bleeding

[caramelmochacrow]

here are my ocs, andi and camile. (i'll do a proper post for them when im less busy, im going camping atm--)

their refs (atm), click the image for better quality bc tumblr hates me:

here's the inspiration charts for them, btw. :3c

i already answered an ask about andi (that was when i didnt have a name for her) so i'll just talk abt camile here. some stuff abt andi there is a little outdated but shhh it still holds up, dw.

cut to spare people

[Camile] is an Italian-Brazilian girl born and raised in the Philippines. She was friends with Andi when she was younger because of their shared judo classes, their bond being a core memory. She had a vacation in Brazil to visit family and when she returned back to the Philippines she couldn’t find her Andi ever again. She is the class president, and is a very good one at that. Many girls in the school look up to/admire her, while the boys have a dislike toward her because of her popularity. She developed an obsession with Andi because of their past. She switched from judo to brazilian jiu jitsu after she accidentally went to some classes in Brazil. She is one of the top honor students, planning to move out of the Philippines and to Brazil for a better future. She knows the basics of Italian and Portuguese but cannot hold long conversations. She feels better using English; Tagalog she’s pretty average with it. Even though she’s butch, she wears the girls’ uniform so people in the school still ‘trust’ her. Her father is Italian while her mother is Brazilian. Both of them used to travel a lot before they decided to settle down in the Philippines. [I’m still unsure what to do with their jobs so it’s undecided right now] but because of the amount of time they spent with their jobs, Camile had to spend a lot of her time in the house alone. She used to be quite carefree as a child but after Andi moved away, she suddenly turned very strict toward others. When she met up with her friend again, her carefree nature returned, but she only showed this side of herself to Andi.

Pretty obvious, but they're set in the philippines, their school being a public school. Might set this around the 2018-2019 era because that's the education system I remember. (I might update this when I know more about the current system tho)

Extra drawings of them ^ also, Andi's hair when she was younger is less messy than that but im too lazy to fix it atm. Her parents would kill her if they saw her hair like that.

Fun facts about them/things i couldn't add because im rushing:

Andi's first name is taken from Andromeda, the constellation. Not only this, but Andi means courageous, strong and -- apparently -- masculine.

Andi's second and last names, Hirundo and Bulalakaw, mean sparrow in latin and meteor/shooting star in tagalog respectively. (h-hopefully...)

Camile's first name is taken from chamomile, the flower. Not just because it's a flower, but also because the flower references apples. The name Camile also means noble and free-spirit.

Camile's last names, Esteva and Leone, have Spanish and Italian origins. Esteva means crowned with laurels while Leone is lion.

Their birthdays, June 27 and July 26, are just the reversed versions of the other's. 6/27 (Andi) and 7/26 (Camile).

The both of them mainly take inspiration from Junna, Nana, Futaba and Kaoruko but the others were slowly picked up along the way.

Camile is half Italian because of memedub Nana, that's literally it.

Ivan and Till were purely by accident because of my older sibling pointing out how similar they are to them.

Camile actually dresses more masculine casually, but she wears the girls' uniform because of the reasons stated above.

Andi owns a red bike, as in, a bicycle. Her parents don't allow her to own a motorcycle.

Andi used to get injured alot, which caused both Camile and Andi's mother to treat her almost all the time.

They have a 6 cm difference, with Camile being taller.

Andi used to call Camile 'Cammy' when they were younger, now she just calls her Camile. (Camile is disapointed about this.)

This is all I can say, I'll make more silly drawings for them later, hold on. (This post is queued up, lol)

[their80smichelle]

alright gonna do top 3 and im on desktop so I can't get the cheers emoji but it's me lol

fav beverages:

corona, double lime with chamoy on the rim and tajin, it's rly savory and the spicy flavor is so fire

cheerwine float (optional dark rum shot), the last one i had was on a picnic by a rushing river with a pretty girl sitting next 2 me so it feels special

pepsi double lime double cherry = pepsi wild cherry zero mixed with half a spoon of maraschino syrup and juice from 2 lime slices, stirred and poured over ice

im also a big grape juice fan i love that it tastes like an aluminum can

fav foods:

watermelon - not as much a summer weather enjoyer bcs i get hot flashes but watermelon makes it worth it. it's one food that you can eat a lot of and feel satisfied but never too full for seconds. my dad taught me how to pick them too since he used to be a gardener and understood what makes the sweet ones grow.

coleslaw - but only the way my dad taught me how to make it, everyone who does it only with apple cider vinegar is wrong. everyone who makes it way too sweet is wrong. ur all wrong only my dad is right. i can legit eat an entire bag of slaw by myself just from coleslaw salad.

carolina style backribs - slow cooked for 4-5 hours with the sauce caramelized at the last minute...godddd there's literally nothing better. and sucking out the bone marrow from the bones too

fav color:

green - never seen a green that i didn't at least partially fw

red - used to be my #1 but im trying to cultivate a gentler spirit

black - looks good in most things and lots of different shades.

my questions for u are:

do u like to watch sports at all?

if you went to university, what was your major? if not, what is ur dream career?

Hii hope you had a great day ! 🍻

You have pretty great choices🙏🏼 I look very basic beside to you but I don't go out so I don't get to try stuffs XD

I like sports yeah ! Mostly watching Basketball ! And football with my dad too !

I'm actually at university and I'm struggling af :') not going to validate this semester for sure but maybe the second one I hope🤞🏼

I'm in Musicology superior studies and it's long to explain but I study music History since 9th century until today's music (of course in different classes with different professors) and we just finished studying The Beatles now we're studying The Rolling Stones and it's obvious my professor is a Beatles fan and not A Stones one XD

My dream career would be to play guitar or bass on stage with a band but I have no skills and no band so I'll wait maybe to go in England cause it looks like they're more into music and little bands than in France :')

I don't really have a dream job beside it maybe why not trying to be a roadie or something, I want to travel with music🗣

Or even a manager why not ??

I have a lot of ideas just to stay into the music universe XD

How about you ? ^^

[rwqv]

yes vro u get it ...... i hate it when people just say that megumis whole thing is just being the "potential man" cus thats his whole character arc ..... vro ...

why were u thinking while driving ummm officer write her a ticket ... no but ur rigjht except for the fact that naoya was not an ignorant teenager but an ignorant 27 year old LOLL but i get what u mean. all of the toji parallels with maki are effing sick like ugh as the number one toji glazer for life i loved it so bad

cursed naoya was literally so ugly like i lost all my feelings for naoya when i saw cursed naoya LMFAOOOOO but i lowkey like predicted that he would somehow come back ... cus i was like no way they'll show this character that wanted to kill off all the mcs and who was such a big antag just for him to die so easily .. and then boom he came back

vro yusukugojo would be actually insane and lowkey too goated ..

dude i remember watching the scene where toji shoots riko with my brother and i like had to pause and take a walk because wtf .... why did i actually believe theyd get a happy ending like girl there r still so many episodes left ur in for it ...

i disliked toji at first but after realizing that his character was so much more than a broke ahh assassin i learned to love him so bad .. i like to say that i appreciate his writing and his sexiness a healthy (unhealthy) amount ...

GROWLSLLSSSSS TOJI GIRL DAD OMG ..... ive been wanting to talk about toji and write for him SO FUCKING BADDDDDD but flore hates him so ... ill just go die now i guess ...... but TOJI GIRL DAD IM GOPING VERALLLLLL ..... he would totally let his daughter put makeup on him and he would totally wear the smallest princess costumes that dont fit his huge ahh ... and growllslss he would totally take that shit so seriously . "he" as in the man i made up in my head in place of toji fushiguro whos the love of my life and father of my kids ,,,

something abouit toji has been making me go crazy lately like .... i might cheat on gojo for him LOLLLL joke lang joke lang

everytuime i think of toji i go fucking feral like its not even a joke anymore ... if i had the will to wriute i woild write and write and write until i turned into the apple logo like him

higuruma ... hehe ... the man U are higuruma ..... goodness the bathtub scene made me go in sane in the mem brane liek ..,.. hooweee .... what doja cat said

naoya is 27 and still acting like this bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 grow up bro you are NOT sat or u gojo 😭 i wish he died the first time but noooo come back and then noooo come back ahain as a cursed spirit just LET IT BE no one likes you (except for people in japan i guess. number 5 is too high)

i swear if jjk shippuden doesnt happen where they are all happy and fun i will cry and yknow what else id kinda like to see is what sukuna said in yujis head… i think thatd be funny

OR special afterlife episode

toji is such a tragic character tbh… at least he found enlightenment hope hes with mamaguro he loved her so much id die

I LOVE TOJI GIRL DAD i love toji in general. hed be such a good father (lie) and care about his kids (lie) hed buy her everything she wants because she made a pouty face and he cant resist it and would carry her on his shoulders bc she wanted uppies and go shopping at the mall and ride the carousel with her on the unicorns even though he barely fits… hed pretend to be hurt if his daughter hit him playfully in a “fight” and say “wow ur rlly strong” and shed giggle and laugh and itd be one of his favorite sounds and shed hold his finger with her whole hand and laugh and he’d realize “ill never get to experience this again”

if one time shed ever ask what hes going out to do and what his job is and he’d just say “im out to fight bad guys” and shed think hes a superhero and tell all her friends at school that and hed be a superhero in her mind forever

sorry … id talk about toji anyday everyday hes sassy

OH MY GOD THE BATHTUB SCENE it is all over the SCREEEN

i tihink jjk has fan service for the male characters not the female characters like i see gege is trying a bit with that killer body mei mei has but gege just draws buff men too good

[daz4i]

congrats! you got it wrong but ily anyway 🖤

the right answer was "melville spends his entire arc hunting a metaphorical whale"! while melville is a character in bsd, his role is very minor. his ability is actually um. how do i describe it. like a spirit of a whale? that's also. a real whale?? but not really?!?! anyway his group turned it into a giant ship that eventually got sunk. but nah, he didn't have an arc or anything, he was just There and he slayed the entire time and i love him.

anyway, explanations under the cut!

edgar allan poe tries to kill a guy he's been obsessed with for years:

that is actually his introduction! he was obsessed with ranpo for 6 years after ranpo beat him in some detective thing, and wrote a book to get him trapped and eventually killed in. needless to say it didn't work and now they're besties (😏)

a guy asks his best friend to kill him so he can write a better mystery novel:

that'd yokomizo! he's trying to write like, an ultimate mystery novel. also he's dying from cancer. so he asks his bestie (😏) to strangle him to death, to give him a better ending, and to make the mystery in his novel more compelling to readers (as it mirrors what happens irl)

goncharov is there. and he's a simp. and can't feel sadness:

hate to be the one breaking it to you but goncharov is a real author. and a character in bsd

dostoevsky gave him a lobotomy, so he can't feel sadness. and bc of that, he considers fyodor his master and is obsessed with him

french men yaoi:

verlaine and rimbaud have a weird gay thing going on. the fun part is the irl poets also had a weird gay thing going on. i'm too lazy to find screenshots of the characters being gay sorry just trust me bro (it's from the light novel stormbringer tho. and mentioned in fifteen iirc tho i'm p sure verlaine isn't named)

a 10 years old child feels the pain of every tree in the country at once:

this one's actually a mistake on my end! they're 13, my bad. i accidentally misled people with this, so sorry. but yeah this is about q; their ability is that they can mind control anyone who hurts them. so, steinbeck attached his ability to them - he can do shit with trees. idk man - to turn them into a mass weapon

the main team beats up gang members for messing with their favorite cafe:

this is the plot of chapter 38, basically. i can't find a good screenshot just go read it it takes like 3 minutes

a 14 y/o farmer solves a crime by being nice:

that's kenji! he's just friends with everyone in the city so they give him clues and secret information bc they like him :)

a clown puts dostoevsky and his narrative foil in a death race:

nikolai, my beloved, my everything, makes fyodor and dazai inject themselves with poison that will kill them in 30 minutes. their goal is to escape the prison they're in before that happens, and whoever gets there first will get the antidote. he's just silly goofy like that

a guy gets stabbed so he can roleplay as a princess with his ex-partner:

i love that this is third place. no this is just dazai. he had a whole elaborate plan in dead apple. eventually he gets stabbed by the guys he's been in cahoots with for said plan. the knife has poison on it too. luckily he had antidote hidden in his mouth but he needed something to get it to work. enter chuuya aka his ex-partner, who fought a dragon and is now looking for dazai in the wreckage, finds him, and punches him which is exactly what breaks the antidote and gets it to work. then this happens

given that he had the antidote ready hours before he got stabbed he knew this would happen, and he trusted chuuya to be there to give him his princess moment (and chuuya knew this, too)

also this isn't a part of it i just need the non-bsd fans who are looking for context to see this which also happens seconds later:

that is all! you are so brave for getting through this bullshit and i am proud of you. go read bungou stray dogs if you haven't yet

well since you all asked so nicely

i felt like "guy throws a building at a dragon" is like basic stuff by now. tried doing stuff i haven't seen in polls before afaik

people who don't know bsd I'm dying to hear your answers ^_^

[seekforwarmth]

hii, lou! 💗

i remember in your first message you said that you don't like when the participants in the event are required to reach out the other, because some of them are not consistent. which had me thinking someone had disappointed you in the past. so i didn't want to be one of those people. 😶

i have top 3 favorite from walls: kill my mind, defenceless, two of us (but i usually skip it, because it makes me too emotional). 🌸

i just googled how the flower of death and i thinks it's really beautiful, even though the title sounds a bit dark. ☺️

sign of the times is really a good song. when he performs it live, he puts so much emotion in each word. it makes everyone around him feel on top of the world. 🎀

sometimes i'm so excited to just tell you who i am, glad the end is near... 😋

my question for the day: what is your favorite fruit? 🦩

hope you have a wonderful february,

- your secret valentine 😄

hi my love 💕💕💕

tbh i didn’t say it bc of me. i’ve been pretty lucky with the secret santas i’ve got (bc i’ve never participated in a secret valentine before) but it seems that my luck persists :)

i also skip that song 🤧 it’s too painful. they’re a great top 3 btw (i’d say that abt any combo of songs, let’s be real)

omg yeah it sounds dark but i promise it isn’t used for bad things! in my country we honour our dead around the end of october and the beginning of november. we set our homes to welcome our dead relatives (in spirit obviously 😭) and we make what it used to be their favourite food and drinks. cempasúchitl (the flower) is used bc of its characteristic smell so the spirits know where to go. we also use candles to guide them to the right place. it’s a very important tradition and it’s just a form of remember our relatives. and now after writing all of that i realise that i could’ve just said “like the movie Coco” 😅 but yeah, basically that.

i love hearing sott live! i hope he never stops singing it <3

just a couple of weeks more!! i’m very excited to call you in my head by your name and not only “my valentine”, which you will forever be btw! 💝

ahhhh my favourite fruit. it depends but i love strawberries, bananas, and apples. mangoes too but mainly in beverages. what abt yours?

wishing you a fun friday! take care 🫂🫂🫂

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Warmth

Pairing: Alpha Beefy Bucky x Female Mutant Reader

Summary: Being paired off with Bucky Barnes on a mission was hard enough. Hell, the two of you being a part of Hydra a long time ago was already hard enough. But when the two of you are forced to seek shelter in an Avengers safehouse, it gets even worse.

Because there's only one freaking bed.

Will you survive the night with the grumpy Alpha by your side? Or will you rip your hair out?

Who knows. The nights are unpredictable.

What you do know is, is that Bucky Barnes is too fucking hot for his damn good.

Maybe you just might pull your hair out.

Warnings: Heavy A/B/O dynamics. Mentions of past torture from Hydra for both Bucky and the Reader. This Bucky is sort of a mix between CW!Bucky, (hence the beefy!Bucky), but also TFATWS!Bucky bc I love grumpy old man, sassy Bucky. Some angst/hurt/comfort, because I'm a hoe for angst. No heats/ruts in this lil fic, just good ole rough smut. Some biting and some mild blood too. This sex would be considered unprotected irl, but in the a/b/o verse, I don't think you'd need protection??? Who knows. Italics are for when Bucky and the Reader are talking in Russian. The Reader also has a nightmare, which ties back in with the whole mention of past torture from Hydra. If I missed any other warnings in this, let me know and I'll make sure to add them!

Additional Notes: This was written for @agentofbarnes's writing challenge! Congrats on 7k, Zee! I'm sorry this took so long. I started writing this in July, and let it marinate for far too long. But it's here now. I hope you enjoy!

All writing mistakes in this fic are mine, as usual.

Word Count: 4,602

Hell.

This was absolute pure fucking hell.

As you and the former Winter Soldier, James "Bucky" Barnes himself stared at the front door of one of the safehouses for the Avengers in case of emergencies, you couldn't help make eye contact with him.

Great. This was just great.

No one, not even Clint had told you that it would be snowing in freaking January in rural Ohio, of all places.

Then again, you had faintly remembered doing gymnastics before you had been taken by Hydra with some arrogant Alpha guy named Lance. He had been a real pain in your ass and you remembered you had made him cry once. After you had escaped from Hydra, you had bumped into him again. Funnily enough, he was still just as scared of you as he was all those years ago. Which, you know, was nice.

But what was not nice was the Alpha that was currently looking back at you. James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, Buck, White Panther, Jesus, Bionic Staring Machine- (the last three nicknames, all given to him by the Alpha Sam Wilson himself), scowled at you. His blue eyes even narrowed at you.

You wouldn't call what you and Bucky had a friendship. You two weren't even enemies. Heck, colleagues? Teammates? That was just putting it lightly, the relationship you had with the Alpha. Even when you had been captured and brainwashed into serving Hydra, the two of you had never crossed paths. It had been only after Hydra had fallen, did the two of you actually meet in person. Other than that, nothing. Nada. Nope. No with a capital N.O.

"Come on, let's go." Bucky all but grumbled. Realizing he didn't have the key to get inside, he looked at you. Like you had the key or something.

"James, I don't have the key." Bucky groaned. "Do you have a bobby pin, Omega? Something?" He asked in Russian. You plucked a bobby pin from your hair. A stray piece of hair fell. Putting the flat side in, you managed to unlock the door. You turned to look at him, giving him a toothy grin.

"Learned that from Pit Pocketing for Dummies, 101."

Bucky rolled his eyes at that. You just sniggered as you opened the door, greeted by cool air smacking against your face.

It made you shiver.

Because, unlike Bucky, you did not have any of that good ole supersoldier serum in your veins.

You were a mutant that could control water. Sometimes, you wished that you had the ability to control fire, because then, at least you could be warm in such dire situations such as these.

Taking your shoes off and putting them at the door, you surveyed the place.

It was a small house. Like a cozy little cottage. Probably only had at least two rooms at the max. It certainly gave off that vibe. There was a fireplace in the living room. A fully furnished kitchen, complete with a little wooden table with benches instead of individual chairs near the window.

Your grip on your bag of clothes became tighter as you realized that you needed to take a shower. Your stomach grumbled, alerting Bucky that you were hungry. Your comms had died. The two of you could contact no one until you charged them.

Which meant for at least tonight, or whenever the snowstorm outside stopped, you only had Bucky Barnes for company.

Well. That certainly would be pleasant.

"Go and shower first. I'll make dinner."

***

After your shower, you walked back into the kitchen, your sweet smell that reminded Bucky of deserts that his Ma used to make for him and his younger sisters back in Brooklyn drifted towards his nose. Thanks to the serum, he had already smelled it a mile away.

Cinamon rolls. Apple turnovers. Apple pies. Pumpkin pies. Bucky felt his Alpha rumble at the smell. Even Winter stirred at the familiar scent he loved so much.

When Bucky had gotten the trigger words wiped away from him due to Princess Shuri's genius, the Winter Soldier hadn't gone away from him. Rather, Winter had become a part of Bucky. Winter had been what Bucky became to survive Hydra. Winter was Bucky, only darker. More possessive. The deepest, darkest thing of him that the Wakandan Elders had helped him find again and reconcile with.

It was during times like this, making dinner in the kitchen that reminded him so much of his time back in Wakanda. Taking care of his farm and his pet goats, (that he sadly couldn't bring back with him when coming back to America), that he missed the most. It was domestic, in a way. He could almost feed into the fantasy, the thought that you were his Omega, his Bondmate, and that he was just making dinner for you.

From an outsider's perspective, it might've looked like Bucky didn't like you. That he just tolerated you. Treated you like how he treated everyone else in his life.

But it was the contrary.

He liked you.

He liked you very, very much. Other than Steve, Natalia, and heck, even the winged pigeon- you were one of the only people to truly understand him. You were probably even on the same playing field as Natalia, because you knew what it was like to be controlled by the Russian government. You held him at an arm's length at most, and you never treated him like he was some fragile, broken man. When you treated his wounds, you never fretted like other Omega's. Nor did you dottle. Ask him if he was okay every five seconds. It was disappointing in a way.

Bucky turned his head, just as you hopped yourself onto the counter, away from the conduction stove.

The smell of butter pasta was filling your nose. You watched with rapt attention as Bucky shut off the stove, grabbed the freshly grated cheese, and dumping it in. To hell with calories. Stirring quickly for a few seconds, he stopped. Turning his head to look at you, he gave you a low smirk. His scent of something sandalwood, oceany filling your nose. It made your Omega preen.

"Get some bowls, will ya doll? And forks too." Hopping off of the countertops, he heard a chirping, yet sarcastic reply.

"Yes, Sarge."

He felt his pants tighten at the thought. Hearing you grab all of the stuff, he swallowed.

Not that he would tell you that.

No.

Never.

***

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking with me."

So, as luck would have it. There weren't two bedrooms.

Nope.

There was only one.

Not only that, the entire room was fully furnished. A closet was on the left side of the door, against the wall. There was a window and just a bit to right, in the middle of the room, was a queen-sized bed, all made up with all the fluffiest blankets, comforters, and pillows imaginable.

"And you're sure this is the only room?" Bucky said. "Yeah! It's the only one, James. It's either this or the couch. And I'm not sleeping on the couch. It's too cold. Whoever built this safehouse didn't have any heaters built in either. Fuck, is this how I die? Freezing to death?" Your voice was getting higher with concern.

Bucky just rolled his eyes.

"No, doll. You're not to freeze to death. We're going to share that bed."

You turned your head towards him like he had just grown a second head. "What?" you exclaimed. "No. No, no, no. Noooo. James. Nu-uh. Uh-uh. I'm not going to sleep with you in my tank top and underwear. the least you've seen me in is a pair of short shorts and a tank top."

Bucky inhaled deeply through his nostrils.

Get yourself together Barnes.

Don't throw her over your shoulder.

Don't do that.

"You're a water mutant, doll. You're not a fire mutant. You aren't a supersoldier either. I'm not letting you freeze to death. I'll keep you warm all night. Better yet, don't sleep in your tank top and shorts. Our body heats will do just fine." Bucky snapped at you. You were still trying to collect your thoughts.

And then the realization, the reality of your situation, smacked you right across the face.

Bucky was asking you to sleep naked.

With him.

In the same frigging bed together.

Oh you were going to die. You were going to die and go up to wherever other spirits went to after they died. You weren't really all that religious nor spiritual.

But tonight though?

Yeah. Maybe you believed. Maybe a little.

Just the slightest bit.

"Okay, okay," you grumbled, "I won't wear any clothes. Better yet, I'll even give you a show. That'll even out the odds, James."

***

Warm.

He was just oh so warm.

Your back was flush against his front, feeling skin-on-skin.

You had stopped shivering about an hour ago.

Bucky had scouted the safehouse, to see if there was actually a heater, in case you had missed anything.

Nope.

There were no heaters in the safehouse.

Absolutely none.

Not to mention, all of the blankets weren't as thick. From what Bucky had observed a few hours ago after dinner while you had tackled the task of doing the dishes, was that the safe house had been abandoned for a while. It was either that, or nobody had stocked this place up for a while.

He had chosen the latter.

With his strong arms wrapped around your stomach, he pulled you close. You were asleep. Dead asleep. Bucky felt and saw your body rise up and down as you slept, your breaths all evened out.

It was nice, almost. Outside was quiet. Bucky could hear other than your breathing only the soft wind blowing due to the snowstorm outside.

For a moment, Bucky was lulled into a sense of calm. His mind was clear. His Alpha and Winter were quiet. He didn't have to fret. Or look over his shoulder. Didn't have to second guess himself or his actions anymore.

And then he heard it.

Soft whimpers coming from the sweet-smelling Omega that he was currently holding in his arms. You had begun to squirm, arms thrashing out. Your legs smacked on his knees, trying to desperately claw yourself free from his tightening grip on you.

"... I'll be good... just don't chuck me in the freezer again... please sir... I hate it there... please don't chuck me in the freezer, please..." you were sobbing in your sleep. You started to blubber, continually trying to claw yourself out of Bucky's grip. The metal plates of his Vibrainum arm shifted as his metal fingers tightened around your stomach. Bucky knew not to apply too much pressure on you- you weren't like him, Steve, or Natalia. You didn't have the serum in you.

"Doll? Hey, doll. C'mon, wake up. It's not real." Bucky tried shaking you awake to no avail. You had continued to thrash in his arms.

Sniffling loudly, your Omega was thrashing in her cage, in the confines of your mind. She was whispering, yelling at you to wake up.

"Omega. Wake up."

Bucky didn't mean to use his Tone. But you were being so hysterical, shaking, and crying to the point where it was beginning to worry him. Your sweet scent had begun to twist and turn into something more burnt. Singed. It made his eyes water.

You stopped thrashing in his grip. Your body froze up at his use of his Tone. Your Omega stopped throwing her temper tantrum too. She had paused for a second.

Her Alpha had given her a Command.

So why wouldn't she listen?

Peering from her cage in the confines of your mind, she sighed happily.

Alpha. Alpha cares about us. She whispered in your ear.

Slowly returning to consciousness, you struggled to know where you were for a second.

You had been having a nightmare.

A full-fledged nightmare.

You hadn't had one of those in a while.

"... Where am I?" Your voice was gentle but confused.

You still didn't know if you were still in that godforsaken Hydra facility or not. But you just wanted to make sure.

"Here, doll. You're here with me. We're in Ohio, remember? Sharin' one bed together cause I don't wanna be a bad Alpha and letcha freeze to death." Bucky said.

You couldn't help it. You snuggled into him, hearing a deep rumble coming from his chest. Bucky's Alpha was pleased. Very pleased. Winter was quiet. Which surprised Bucky. The little shit was usually more vocal about his own needs these days.

For a moment, it felt okay. You felt that weird fog lifting. Your brain slowly settling in your current surroundings. Your sweet, filling scent that had twisted and burnt into something smoky and burnt was slowly wearing off.

You were still a little shaken up. You could still hear your screaming echoing in your head. Your voice trembling, and because you didn't know if you were still stuck in the facility, "How long?"

"Not long."

Bucky watched as you lifted your head up, blinking once. And then twice. And then again, just to be sure.

Your body felt like it still wasn't physically here. Your body still felt like it was back in the cryo chamber, stuck in that damn freezer. Bucky watched your chest heave up and down. Taking in deep breaths.

Then you flopped right back into your previous spot, your back facing his front. Bucky pulled you back with his metal arm. You heard the metal plates in his arm readjust and move. You couldn't help it. Your vagina throbbed at the sound. Chewing on your bottom lip, you wiggled a little bit.

A deep rumble had come from Bucky.

The metal-armed Alpha had pushed a little bit of his weight down on you. Making you feel all warm and safe with the sandalwood and salty scent wrapped all around you like a cocoon.

You wiggled up against him again, trying to get comfortable. Your eyes closed.

A deep groan came from Bucky.

Was he asleep?

You stopped moving.

Another groan came from Bucky. His arms were wrapped around you. Not tightly, but still. It was kinda nice in a way. You could feel every muscle on his broad chest against your back.

Maybe Bucky had the right idea to sleep naked after all.

You shifted again. Trying to wiggle out a little out of the embrace.

A deep growl rumbled from Bucky. His grip on you tightened. You squirmed against him again.

Voice gravelly, "Stop moving."

Your eyes flew open.

He was awake.

And you had been-

Letting out a hiss, Bucky pushed his entire weight onto you and grinded his half-hard cock against your ass cheeks. Not even caring about if his entire weight would crush you, because of the serum.

He saw red.

Pure absolute red.

You choked. A needy little whimper filled the room.

Bucky's metal hand traveled down, all the way down to your pussy, his knee pushing your legs apart. You were panting in anticipation, eyes wide as saucers. His metal fingers were shoved deep, all the way to the knuckles. A pitiful whine left your lips. A needy whine too.

When he entered you, a choked sob escaped from your lips. Your hands curled into fists, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the formerly brainwashed assassin let out a growl.

"So sick and tired of you teasin' me," was what the former Winter Soldier growled under his breath, hissing at the way your cunt wrapped around him. Slick was smeared around your inner thighs, and you couldn't help but sob at the feeling of being so full.

Bucky was groaning above you, his hands nearing shaking.

Never had he ever thought he could ever get to do this again.

Because Bucky very much still liked sex. He very much so was a sexual creature. Being inside you gave him flashes of his life before Hydra. It made him remember a much skinner, smaller Steve. A much duller, war-stricken Brooklyn. It made him remember the giggles of Omegas. It made him remember his Ma's cooking growing up. Rebecca's giggles in his ears. Just like the old times.

Not for the first time in his life, he didn't feel trapped.

He felt free.

This was freeing to him.

And when he began to move, position his hips against your back, smacking roughly. Good enough to leave marks in the morning.

Wet, squishing noise echoed noisily every time he bottomed out of you. Every thrust in, filling you, completing you. It sent you gasping and crying out into the pillows. His hands- both metal and flesh, reached under you, to grab ahold of your breasts in a tight grip that only made you sob for more.

"More, more, more, please James, please-"

Something snapped in him.

Broke.

Bucky had never felt this feral before. The last time he felt this feral had been the hours when he first presented.

You whined loudly when he slid out of you, crying out at the empty feeling. Your Omega screeched in alarm.

Why had her Alpha stopped? Why?

Grabbing ahold of your legs, he lifted them up. Before he thrusted back in again, filling you up to the brim. It was deeper than last time, and his cock hit that spongy part. Hit your g-spot so good that you screamed into the pillows.

You were coming. You were coming so fast, that deep coil inside you snapping like a bomb wire being cut that you never got the chance to feel your programs. Your body jolted, spasmed. Your legs lifted off of the bed or at least tried to. Bucky's body weight was still keeping you down. So all you could do was grip the bedsheets when Bucky started to pound into you again, taking all he could.

You couldn't help yourself. You glanced back, just to take a glimpse of him.

James Buchanan Barnes looked downright feral and your pussy clenched around him deeper at the sight. as if she knew.

Every thrust made him go deeper, hitting your cervix every time. It made your second orgasm piggyback off of your first one, sobbing into the pillows. It was only when your second orgasm came, your walls clenching down onto his cock that Bucky's teeth sank into your shoulder, shattering, breaking the skin there. The taste of copper filling his mouth. Bucky let out a grunt as he came. Filling you up with so much of his jizz that he was sure it would drip from you tomorrow morning.

Bucky lifted his mouth from your shoulder.

Pants filled the room as the two of you tried to regain yourselves.

Bucky shifted, moving off of you and lying beside you. His eyes weren't black anymore. They were back to their normal blue. They reminded you of the sea in the morning on a peaceful day.

Your hand came to touch his face. Your hand faltered, trembled though. Because you were nervous.

"It's okay," his voice was deeper, huskier. It made your pussy throb. "You can touch me. It's okay."

Your hands came to touch, cup his jaw. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his. His lips were soft. Your lips moved together, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss became deeper. You hadn't expected it to become deeper. You had been just going for an innocent kiss.

You swore.

Like- you really did.

You didn't expect to be fully making out with James Buchanan Barnes.

But it wasn't like you were complaining though.

Because you weren't.

Bucky was the first one to pull away. He could see how red, bruised your lips looked. He didn't recoil from your gentle touch on his face. He welcomed it. He truly did. Hands holding your hips, he looked at you.

His lips traveled down to your mating gland. He touched over it with his tongue, giving it a broad lick. His teeth sank in, piercing the skin.

Your ears popped. You cried out. His grip on your hips didn't falter.

"Yes, yes, yes," you gasped. Bucky lifted his mouth up from your gland, before sinking his teeth back in and biting again. Making his mark all that deeper.

It was only when he lifted his mouth from your gland, wiped your blood off of him with the blanket did you come at him, sinking your teeth into his gland. It made him grunt, even groan. His flesh hand came to your head, pushing your head down, making you sink your teeth even deeper into his gland.

"Yesss," hissed Bucky, his flesh hand sinking into your hair, gripping it. "Deeper, doll. Go deeper."

Winter and his Alpha completely agreed.

Theirs.

You were theirs.

After what seemed an eternity, you lifted your head up. Wiping your mouth on the blanket, you spoke.

"I missed you. What did you do to get us paired on this mission? I thought I was going with Sam," you said to your Alpha. A smirk stretched over Bucky's lips. "Ah," your Alpha said, still smirking, "I might've put something in his drink to make him vomit his guts out. He got sick."

A noise came from you.

"You gave him food poisoning? James!" You scolded him. Bucky leaned back against the headboard. "Don't worry doll, it'll wear off when we come back to the Compound. Bird Brain won't even know what hit him."

You shook your head in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable, Sasha. Did you teach Natalia that trick, too? Hmm? She and all of your Widow students?"

Bucky was still grinning ear to ear at you when he responded back.

"Well little bird, someone had to teach them. After all, I was their teacher. They all called me Yasha. Speaking of my Widow students..." he trailed off in Russian. You looked at him.

"You've contacted one of the KBG? About that leaked Russian tape with the orange man that is, unfortunately, our President?" He asked you. You nodded. "Yeah, Sasha. Everything's going as planned. Although, I think assassinating the orange man would've been a much better option. We would've gone in there and made it a done deal by now! Fuckin' Steve and his righteous self." You grumbled unhappily.

"Hmm. It would've been great as a date night. Don't you think, doll?" Bucky drawled. You gave a serious nod.

"Although... seeing him freak out on Twitter is much, much better. The tea is better when it's hot." You grinned. Bucky just let out a sigh.

"I'm restricting your phone privileges. And your TV privileges. You need to stop watching those drama channels, Mega."

A noise of deep discomfort came from you.

"Sasha!" you whined, "then what will I do while you're gone on missions?"

"Wait for me to come back?" Bucky suggested. You just sighed. Even shook your head in fondest. You happily snuggled up to your Alpha, your nose rubbing up against your Mate's gland. "I always wait for you to come back, Sasha. I wait and I worry. I love you, James."

A deep rumble came from your Mate.

"I love you too, Little Omega."

Your head peeked up.

"So, can we tell the rest of the team when I leak the tape?" You asked, your eyes glimmering with mischief.

Bucky burst out laughing.

"Yes, yes, yes. We can tell them once you've wreaked havoc, Omega."

"Good." You were nodding seriously, in complete agreement. "It'll be fun. And... also, I forgot to tell you."

The joyful expression on Bucky's face was suddenly replaced with one of worry.

"What? What is it?" He asked gently. "When you were gone for your last mission two months ago... I... I came off of my suppressants. I'm ready, James. I want a family with you."

Shock flickered over Bucky's face. And then he was shoving you back into the bed with a shriek coming from you.

"When's your pre-heat?" He demanded.

You felt it. A cramp. It made you whimper.

"N-Now, James. Now," you stammered. Your Alpha pulled your legs apart roughly before he thrusted back into you, making you gasp.

"Say it," he hissed. "Say you want it. Say you want my knot. Say you want my pups."

"I want it, James." Your voice was a low whisper, even staggering a little bit. "I want your knot. I want your pups. Please. Please, Sasha."

His hands, both metal, and flesh gripped your shoulder tight as that vein of his neck nearly popped. His eyes were black with want. Soon, his Rut would be upon him and he'd breed you. Put his pup in you. You'd carry his pup. He'd have the pack that Winter and his Alpha desperately wanted after all these years.

A whine came from you when he pulled out, only to let out a scream when he thrusted back in. Hitting that part of you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your mouth fell open, but no words came out.

His pace was brutal, not even letting you hold onto him. Your hands were left to grip the bedsheets again. You gripped them so tight that your knuckles turned white and you thought that they were going to pop.

Bucky continued to push, continued to shove his ejaculate deeper and deeper inside of you. A mixture of your slick and his ejaculate smeared all over your thighs and trickled down your legs, and you just didn't know what was happening. Your hindbrain was telling you that this was what was needed. That your designation wanted, nay, demanded this. After all the shit you had gone through, your Omega had found her Alpha and now, now she was determined to have a family. Have the pack she desperately desired.

"Mine."

A harsh thrust made you sob.

"You're mine now. I waited for you for so long. Wanted you for so long. You're mine now. Got my Mark. Got my clothes in your nest. Gonna give you my name. Gonna give you my pups. You're mine. All mine. Say you're mine. Say it!"

You came screaming. Your orgasm making you see white. Bucky continued slamming into you, the wet, squishing noises coming from your pussy becoming louder and louder the more he pushed in. Your teeth sank into his flesh shoulder, shattering and piercing the skin there. You tasted copper in your mouth.

Bucky came with a shout. He shoved you back completely, making you shriek. And then he was leaning in again, sinking his teeth into your gland. Making another deep mark. It made you fall limp into the bed as his knot swelled, locking the two of you in place.

He lifted his head.

Being inside you... knotted inside of you... it was bliss. It was just as good as cockwarming. His cock all nestled deep inside of you whenever you two would sneak off to sleep together.

"Bite me again. Give me your mark, Omega." he panted. Slowly, your head went up, you slowly sat up, before taking in a deep breath and sinking your teeth back into his gland.

Home.

You had brought Bucky home. He held you tight, whispering in your ear how much he loved you and how much of a good Omega you were.

"I love you Omega." His voice was rough.

Lifting your head from his gland. Blood still trickling down the corners of your mouth. You offered him a smile. A genuine one. One that made his stomach all fluttery.

"I love you too, Alpha."

[theconfusedartist]

The funny thing is that Layla is wrong bc Reader *is* Desmond and Desmond *is* the Reader, but he can't explain that bc that literally will get him archived/permabanned. Clay keeps them undetected in the Grey, which is why they're able to see what happens in the calculations and even manipulate it, but Layla has no idea about any of that and Clay only really knows some of it even though he's been in Desmond's brain--bc even in Desmond's mind he never outright states it.

So, Clay and Layla have the assumption that the Reader will only *see and read* but don't realize that Desmond is the (for lack of better terms) the way that he's able to experience and track things. I guess if I were to explain this, it would go like this:

The apples are his body, mind, and voice/spirit which have different functions and hold his physical code

His isu body, which is usually active when he doesn't have a body of his own, and he has access to it when he focuses (although he does later on learn how to use both at the same time)

His human body, which had the old DNA from when the Isu were still flesh and blood, as well as human DNA from being born of human and machine parents

Then the Reader body which is then able to place Desmond in any timeline, time, or place but has to follow specific rules to make that happen

This is a bit hard to follow bc I don't quite know how to explain this

Like

Desmond needs to have at least 3 of the bodies in the physical world functioning to still be considered alive rather than dead, and any one or two bodies (save for the Reader who can not die, only be deleted) can die and put Desmond in a "state" of death but he can still recover from these states.

Permanent death for Desmond looks like either his physical and isu bodies being dead at the same time, the physical body being forced to house the Reader's consciousness for too long which destroys the other bodies as well, or all three apples being destroyed. There's a bit more to it, but these are the general rules for death as pertaining to Desmond, and it's also why Desmond has such a steep learning curve when it comes to using his body.

All of his settings are turned all the way up when he's born and he has to learn how to control them remotely while in his body (which is why it takes him 5 years to learn how to properly walk). He is born, and Altaïr watches over him. He's like Altaïr "where are the buttons?! Where are they?!" Only to realize the human body doesn't work with buttons and menus, it's very jarring for him.

Layla is so good in the rewrite. She gets to the Grey were Clay and the Reader are dealing with Yggdrasil and the conversation pretty much just goes

Reader: we are looking at every possible outcome in the hopes we can fix the electromagnetic problems

Clay: it's a bit hard when shit periodically goes south all the sudden, then we have to calibrate and figured out why that happened

Layla: it does this every time?

Reader: while it's not every time, it's almost inevitable and we don't know why

Layla: why are there only six branches you're focusing on?

Clay: oh, those are just the six permutations that were completed, the other billions of branches are the worlds under different conditions and specific variables

Reader: we were unsure you'd even come to this place but it became more likely after the solar flare, the odds went from one in millions to only 6 in 26

Layla: what happened during the solar flare?

Clay: Desmond had to upload his consciousness 26 times

Reader: he died btw

Layla: that's fucking horrible! Why don't you use a timeline where he doesn't sacrifice himself?

Clay:...

Reader:...there is much tragedy down that path. And besides, Desmond would never willingly forsake the world

Layla: he doesn't have to willingly forsake the world, all he has to do is not get burnt to a chicken crisp right?

Clay: no he'd still get fried well done, no getting around that

Layla: do you have *any* permutations where the world burns? Even one? We have to compare it to the other outcomes

Reader: I don't want to experience it

Layla: but then won't your calculations be thrown off? Why are you so against this?

Reader: ....

Clay: because he'd be lonely

Layla: ??? What does that have to do with literally anything?

Reader: as previously stated, Desmond would never forsake the world, but...he can be. Pushed. To such a point where he will momentarily choose selfish satisfaction for a single moment that ends in tragedy for everyone else. I do not. Wish to experience it

Layla: but Desmond is Desmond and you're the Reader, right? Technically, you *aren't* experiencing it

Reader:....

Clay: she's got a point though

Layla gets to the Grey and immediately starts shaking the table. She doesn't know that she dies in that timeline but it doesn't stop her from convincing them to at least have ONE permutation where everything goes wrong, just to be able to calibrate in the other permutations to make sure that shit doesn't happen

*permutation 17 begins*

(In the corner) This action will have consequences!