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tigerkirby215 · 3 years ago

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5e Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness build (My Little Pony: FIM)

(Artwork by SophiesPlushies on DeviantArt.)

Like, it took me a solid 5 minutes to find the first image in this post and I had to sift through so much softcore porn to find it. I didn’t even find it by searching DeviantArt I had to go on fucking derpibooru oh my lord.

Anyways: here’s another shit brony build because people don’t hate me enough! Well that and I do genuinely love the characters from My Little Pony, and think that they’d be fun to make builds for. But feel free to call me a garbage brony at your leisure.

These are the words of a man who has been beaten down after being a brony for around 10 years.

GOALS

I'm just good with animals - Fluttershy talks to animals. That’s one of the main things she does really.

I'm doing this because you're my very best friend - As the element of kindness we of course need to share our heart and soul with our friends.

Nopony pushes new Fluttershy around! - MLP Wiki makes an express point of mentioning The Stare in Fluttershy’s powers, so of course we’ll do our best to include that.

RACE

Before you say anything no I’m not a pegasi stan just because I did both Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. Regardless Aaracokra still makes the most sense for Fluttershy unfortunately because there’s few bird races and fewer flying races.

As an Aaracokra you +2 to Dexterity and +1 to Wisdom which we’ll be keeping because I don’t know if your DM will allow Tasha’s rules. You also get 50 feet of Flight but you can’t be wearing Medium or Heavy Armor to do this, which means I don’t get to say “something something Medium Armor.” And finally you can buck someone to deal damage equal to a d4 plus your Strength; technically their Talons which deal slashing damage but feel free to view them however you want.

If I was to build Fluttershy I’d honestly use the Owlfolk UA race (which will hopefully be out in Wild Beyond the Witchlight and / or Strixhaven) for a multitude of reasons, the most notable of which being the fact that you can fly with Medium armor as an Owlfolk. But the Detect Magic Ritual ability is also nice as is the reaction to stop yourself from falling. Unfortunately Aaracokra technically made more sense since Fluttershy can’t detect magic.

Basically even I have to make choices which are suboptimal in order to ensure maximum roleplay, and even when I play my builds I change them to make them better to play.

ABILITY SCORES

15; WISDOM - You are compassionate and good with animals: both those things are Wisdom skills!

14; DEXTERITY - Since I can’t go “something something medium armor” for this build (yay Aaracokra) I guess getting a 16 in DEX thanks to your race is a good call. If playing an Owlfolk or something you can afford to having 14 total in DEX, as you can then wear medium armor.

13; CONSTITUTION - Look, roleplay stats are great and all but so is not dying.

12; CHARISMA - You are cute small pony... bird... Pony-bird...

10; INTELLIGENCE - Most of your time was spent taking care of animals and most of your knowledge comes from on-hand training as opposed to studying. Basically you’re not Twilight.

8; STRENGTH - As a young filly Rainbow Dash would do most of the heavy lifting for you. As a young mare Rainbow Dash still does most the heavy lifting for you. She is a Barbarian after all!

BACKGROUND

Most ponies know to come to you if their pets are in trouble, and if you’ve ever had pets you know the doctor that helps them is a true Folk Hero. As a Folk Hero you get proficiency in Animal Handling (yay) but I’d swap the Survival proficiency out for Stealth because well... you’re very good at hiding. You also get proficiency with Land Vehicles (most Land Vehicles in D&D are controlled by animals; usually horses! Wait... aren’t you a horse?) and an Artisan’s Tool of your choice: go for Carpenter’s Tools to make some bird houses and chicken coops!

After living in Ponyville for so long most ponies are willing to give you some Rustic Hospitality, giving you a warm place to rest and recover... as long as you can get over your crippling shyness! Eep!

(Artwork by probablyfakeblonde on DeviantArt.)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - CLERIC 1

Starting off as a Cleric because I thought Wisdom and Charisma saves were more fitting for Fluttershy, and for the Insight and Medicine skill proficiencies.

As a Cleric you get to choose your subclass at level 1, and there’s nothing you love more than a little bit of Peace and quiet. As a Peace Cleric you get proficiency in Performance thanks to Implement of Peace, for those great MLP song numbers. But more importantly you can call on the power of friendship for an Emboldening Bond!

As an action, you choose a number of friends within 30 feet of you (this can include yourself) equal to your proficiency bonus. Your friendship bonds them together for 10 minutes or until you use this feature again. While any bonded creature is within 30 feet of another they get a d4 they can add to an attack roll, ability check, or saving throw once per turn. You can use this feature a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

And finally we can talk about the Spellcasting! You get three cantrips from the Cleric list at level 1: Guidance is always welcome among friends, and Spare the Dying can be a literal life safer! Other than that you are still expected to fight in D&D so take Sacred Flame to defend yourself. You can also prepare a number of spells equal to your Cleric level plus your Wisdom modifier. As a Peace Domain Cleric you can inspire Heroism among your friends, or protect yourself (and hide!) with Sanctuary.

Other than that Healing Word is a staple healing spell (we aren’t taking Cure Wounds right now for reasons but feel free to prepare it), Shield of Faith will let you defend your allies, Protection from Evil and Good will help you invoke the Elements of Harmony against the big bad of the season, and Detect Evil and Good will help you find the Elements of Harmony!

You could also take Bless, but I’m not going to tell you to take Bless because optimizers would crucify me for telling you to double up on d4s.

LEVEL 2 - CLERIC 2

Second level Clerics get their Channel Divinity once per short rest and you have a variety of options to choose from:

Turn Undead will make skeletons and zombies not want to hurt the cute little ponies, which will force them to run away for awhile.

Balm of Peace (the main reason we took the second level in Cleric) will let you run around and heal all your friends for 2d6 plus your Wisdom modifier.

And Harness Divine Power (ty Tasha’s) will let you recover a spell slot, but can only be used a limited amount of times per Long Rest.

You can also prepare another spell and be a little less nice with Command. Telling your enemies to “LOVE” isn’t going to be that effective, but making them grovel or drop works just as fine.

LEVEL 3 - RANGER 1

When you spend enough time around animals you’re automatically either a Ranger or a Druid. Quinn? Never heard of ‘em. Regardless multiclassing into Ranger gives you proficiency in a skill from the Ranger list and it’s good to know about Nature so you can find plants to help your fluffy buddies! Deft Explorer also gives you two language proficiencies (again: pick your poison) and Expertise in a skill. You’ll never guess which skill we’ll be getting... it’s Animal Handling. You’re good with animals.

We actually aren’t going to be taking Favored Foe because we aren’t using weapons for one, but more importantly despite it’s name Favored Enemy is also good for tracking friends! You have advantage on Survival checks to track your favored “enemies”, as well as on Intelligence checks to recall information about them. Go for Beasts to easily find a feathered or fluffy friend! Oh and you also get more languages because I don’t know why, so again pick your poison.

LEVEL 4 - RANGER 2

Second level Rangers get their Fighting Style, or as I like to call it your Helping Style because we’ll be going for Druidic Warrior! You can pick up two cantrips from the Druid list: I opted for Druidcraft (you can grow some flowers for your friends; yay!) and Mending to tend to your cottage.

And of course with cantrips we also get more Spellcasting! You can learn two spells from the Druid list: you’re never not going to want Cure Wounds (which is why we didn’t take it earlier btw) and Animal Friendship is an obvious must.

LEVEL 5 - RANGER 3

Third level Rangers get to choose their Ranger Archetype and we’ll be going for the Gloomsta- Ah you all know it’s going to be Beast Master. You get a Ranger’s Companion not from the PHB but from Tasha’s! The Beast of Land would make the most sense and while it’s probably expected that they be a wolf or something you can pretend that you’re playing Fighting is Magic and have Angel Bunny fight for you! Anyways here’s a crash course on your new fluffy friend:

Their AC is equal to 13 plus your proficiency bonus (currently 16.)

Their health is equal to 5 + five times your Ranger level (currently 20) and they have a number of d8 hit die equal to your Ranger level.

They have a 40 foot movement speed and a 40 foot climbing speed.

You can command it to attack with your bonus action; it has the same hit chance as your spell hit chance (WIS mod + Prof Bonus [currently 6]) and deals a d8 + 2 + prof bonus damage.

If they move at least 20 feet straight toward a target and then hit with an attack on the same turn, the target takes an extra 1d6 slashing damage and must make a Strength saving throw against your spell save DC (if they’re a creature.) If they fail they’re knocked prone.

You can command the beast to attack, dash, disengage, or hide with your bonus action.

If you don’t command it they take the dodge action.

You can revive them with a spell of first level or higher 1 hour after they die, and can change your beast after a long rest.

Man, who knew that taking care of a pet was so difficult? Well you also get Primeval Awareness (because Primal Awareness actually doesn’t work that well for this build.) You can use your action and one spell slot to sense the following types of creatures within 1 mile of you: aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. This lasts for one minute, and doesn’t reveal the creatures’ location or number.

And you learn another spell: Goodberry is good to feed yourself and all your friends! As long as they’re okay with eating berries, of course. C’mon... they’re good for you! Pleeeease?

(Artwork by AssasinMonkey on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 6 - RANGER 4

Finally an Ability Score Improvement... or Feat? We’ll be going for Eldritch Adept, which is admittedly weird but it’s the only way to get Beast Speech so you can Speak with Animals at will! Is total level 6 a little late to finally be able to speak with animals? Yeah, but this is unlimited so it fits better and doesn’t spend your spell slots.

LEVEL 7 - CLERIC 3

Finally back to Cleric land which means finally we can prepare some second level spells! As a Peace domain Cleric you automatically get Aid and Warding Bond prepared, both of which are very good for keeping your friends alive. You can also finally get Hold Person to finally have The Stare!

LEVEL 8 - CLERIC 4

Level 4 in Cleric means another Ability Score Improvement: Wisdom is still your core stat so increasing that by 2 would be your best choice.

You also get another cantrip at this level, and can prepare two more spells! For cantrips I’d recommend Light to see with your dumb bird eyes unless you’re an Owlfolk, and I’d recommend preparing Lesser Restoration and Enhance Ability to further boost your friends.

(Artwork by Koveliana on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 9 - CLERIC 5

5th level Clerics can now Destroy Undead of CR 1/2 or lower with their Channel Divinity. Don’t feel too bad about it; they were big dumb meanies anyways!

You can also prepare third level spells too! As a Peace Domain Cleric you get Beacon of Hope to help with healing, and Spike can send letters out for you with Sending. You can also prepare Dispel Magic in case Twilight needs help with more dangerous spells.

LEVEL 10 - CLERIC 6

6th level Peace Clerics get Protective Bond. When a creature affected by your Emboldening Bond is about to take damage, another bonded creature within 30 feet of the first can use its reaction to teleport to an unoccupied space within 5 feet of the first creature. That creature then takes all the damage instead. It’s worth mentioning that since this specifies “creature” you can actually bond with your beast companion and have it use its reaction, or have others go in to defend angel.

You can also prepare another third level spell like Revivify, so you don’t lose any friends. And to top it off you can use your Channel Divinity twice per short rest! Woohoo!

LEVEL 11 - CLERIC 7

7th level Cleric, 4th level spells. As a Peace Domain Cleric you get Aura of Purity to protect your friends, and Otiluke’s Resilient Sphere to put your enemies in time out. You can also prepare another spell like Freedom of Movement, in case you need to run!

LEVEL 12 - CLERIC 8

8th level Clerics get a variety of features. To start off you get an Ability Score Improvement, which means we can finally cap off your Wisdom for maximum spellcasting! This also means you can prepare more spells, but we’re actually going to hold off on getting more spells for now.

You can also put a little more LOVE into your spells with Potent Spellcasting, adding your Wisdom modifier to the damage of your Cleric cantrips. And finally your Channel Divinity will now Destroy Undead or CR 1 or lower.

LEVEL 13 - CLERIC 9

The reason we held off on getting more Cleric spells last level is because now we get those big 5th level spells! As a Peace Domain Cleric you can help your friends out of any jam with Greater Restoration, and know what they really mean to say thanks to Rary’s Telepathic Bond.

You can also prepare some of those big hitter spells like Mass Cure Wounds to save your friends, and you can cast both Dawn and Summon Celestial to call on Celestia herself! Isn’t that Twilight’s job? Well, it’s still good to have contacts!

(Artwork by CigarsCigarettes on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 14 - RANGER 5

Now that we’ve got all the support we could need for our friends it’s time to return to our roots and focus on Angel! Feel free to focus more on Ranger instead of Cleric if you so desire when building this yourself; I simply opted for more healing instead of damage.

We’re finally 5th level with Ranger which finally means you’ll be getting an Extra Attack!... Which you probably won’t use because you can use cantrips instead. Well it’s still nice to have?

The good thing though is that you can learn more Ranger spells like Healing Spirit, which is a really strong healing spell that was kinda gutted by erratas. But it’s still nice and efficient regardless of what spell slot you casted it at, effectively being a 6d6 heal for a second level spell slot!

LEVEL 15 - RANGER 6

6th level Rangers can now add Roving to their list of skills from Deft Explorer. Your movement speed increases by 5 feet, and you get both a climbing and swimming speed equal to your walking speed. Is total level 15 a little late to get a 30 foot movement speed? Yeah probably, but every little bit helps!

Speaking of another little bit you get another Favored Enemy... I mean friend! ...I don’t know pick whatever you think will be relevant for the campaign. Also yes: you do get more languages, because Ranger.

LEVEL 16 - RANGER 7

7th level Beast Masters have Exceptional Training with their Animal Companion. You can use a bonus action to command the beast to take the Dash, Disengage, or Help action on its turn... which you could already do anyways thanks to Tasha’s.

I’d say that after Tasha’s this feature would work even if you don’t command your beast, but as always discuss the rules with your DM.

Well at least Angel’s attacks count as magical to overcome resistances, which is good because you were probably dealing with nonmagical resistance for awhile now.

You can also prepare another spell like Pass Without Trace, so you and your friends can sneak around unseen. Pass Without Trace is one of those spells that is always useful regardless of what level you are, so picking it up now is still useful!

LEVEL 17 - RANGER 8

8th level Rangers get another Ability Score Improvement. You’ve probably noticed our uneven Constitution score by this point: yeah that was because we were going to grab Resilient Constitution at some point. Increasing your CON gives you a nice +17 to your health and makes your Constitution saves (and concentration saves!) a +8 total.

You’ve also spent so much time on the ground moving through nonmagical difficult terrain costs you no extra movement thanks to Land’s Stride. You can also pass through nonmagical plants without being slowed by them or taking damage from them. Additionally, you have advantage on saving throws against plants that are magically created or manipulated to impede movement. You may be able to fly but that doesn’t mean being able to move on the ground isn’t useful!

(Artwork by AssasinMonkey on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 18 - RANGER 9

9th level Rangers can learn third level spells, and you’ve probably spent enough time training with Rainbow Dash by this point to make a Wind Wall to protect your friends! (Basically the Ranger spell list sucks and we’re only really going down Ranger still for more subclass features.)

LEVEL 19 - RANGER 10

You get a new feature from Deft Explorer at this level: you are now Tireless! As an action you can give yourself a number of temporary hit points equal to 1d8 plus your Wisdom modifier (so 5.) You can use this action a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest. Additionally whenever you finish a short rest your exhaustion level is decreased by 1.

You’re also a master of avoiding social interaction. Nature’s Veil lets you turn invisible as a Bonus Action until the start of your next turn. You can also use this feature a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and regain all expended uses when you finish a Long Rest.

LEVEL 20 - RANGER 11

11th level Beast Masters can invoke Bestial Fury! With 11 level in Ranger and 20 total levels in this build your Animal Companion can now... attack twice! Look Beast Master is playable now, I never said it was good.

At least you can learn one last Ranger spell: in your ultimate stand against darkness Daylight will help you banish the dark! ...Or something. Look again: the Ranger spell list sucks.

FINAL BUILD

PROS

You do not hurt my friends! You got that? - Even with the multiclassing you still get spell slots up to 7th level, and have more than enough magic to shake a stick at. Not to mention that Angel will always be by your side to pump out a bit more damage with your Bonus Action!

You’re the cutest thing ever - Maxed out Wisdom was rather expected from a Cleric, but Expertise in Animal Handling combined with unlimited Beast Speech means that you can easily make friends with any beast you come across! Just make sure your DM is okay with you giving a hydra belly rubs.

Whatever you wanna do is fine... - You’ve got quite a good mix of features that will help you both in and out of combat, meaning that there’s plenty that your friends can rely on you to help with! In fact there’s a lot of things that only you can do as a Ranger which are quite helpful!

CONS

You’re such a loudmouth... - Most of your class resources only come back after a Long Rest, with only your Channel Divinity coming back after a Short Rest. You’re still plenty capable with just Angel by your side but don’t spend everything in one fight, or else you’ll be left with nothing but Sacred Flame and Animal Companion attacks.

Are you coughing because... - So let’s talk about Angel: even with 11 levels in Ranger they’re not great. AC of 19 is pretty good but they’ll probably max out around 60 HP. Your average Wizard will have more HP than this by level 20. Two maul attacks will do decent damage but you could get equal value out of Spiritual Weapon, and you only get the second attack with Angel at total build level 20. And yeah for most of this build Angel is going to be sitting around 25 max HP, meaning they’re likely to go down a lot. Aid can help keep your pets healthy and happy but don’t be upset when your level 4 Ranger companion keeps going down.

Awful, just awful! - We kinda miss the best of both worlds for the sake of a build that’s “in-character.” No 10th level of Cleric means no Divine Intervention (even if it’s only a 10% chance it’s still good to have), and no 12th level of Ranger means no ASIs. One good thing about this build is that it does peak around level 10 or so where the multiclassing doesn’t start to damage it, but if you really expect to run all the way to level 20 I’d sooner play either a straight Ranger or a straight Cleric.

But you’re coming along to share your kindness with everypony around you, and guide your friends to victory! Use your expertise to keep your friends alive while Angel kicks some major tail! Get down and be assertive, but remember not to push yourself too hard. Everypony already loves you for who you are, even if you’re in fact a little shy.

(Artwork by Rodrigues404 on DeviantArt.)

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hopelessly-me · 3 years ago

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Winterhawk in a haunted house

Hehehehe. Okay so- I didn't know what flavor of haunted house you wanted- like paranormal or jump scare. But I went with paranormal. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Winterhawk, rated T. Mostly silly and goofy but probably contains a swear word or twelve. 1868 words.

“Spooky spooky spooky,” Clint muttered as he climbed the stairs inside the old Victorian house, using his flashlight to check the floor below them, half expecting someone to be standing there ominously. Just the thought of it raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

“Clint,” Bucky said, half annoyed from the sounds of it. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“Yeah, I used to not believe in aliens too,” Clint said as Bucky reached the top floor and looked either way before turning right. “And then I met gods and had an alien try to makeout with me, and then Venom did makeout with me.”

“Not sure those things correlate, doll,” Bucky said gently as he opened a door and peeked into a room. “Oh hey look, it’s you,” Bucky said brightly before he flashed a light into the room, illuminating a few dozen dolls. “You’re my doll, and these are some dead person’s dolls.” Clint glowered at Bucky, not amused. “Come on. Six hours and we can go.”

“I really don’t see why I have to be punished for you losing a bet with Sam,” Clint grumbled, leaving that room and hoping that was the only room with those porcelain abominations in it.

“Yeah, I thought that was implied in the whole ‘til death do us part’ part of our marriage contract,” Bucky replied, closing the door after Clint. “I have to deal with your stupid shit, so you are stuck doing my stupid shit. Forever.”

“Charming. Romantic even. Ten out of ten recommend,” Clint rambled on.

Everything about this house screams demon in the basement. The furniture was old and covered in fabric which was under inches of dust. The shades on the lamps were at least from the fifties, cobwebs in the shades and gleaming off the metallic bases, shimmering in the dim light. The floorboards creaked under even the slightest amount of pressure.

It was spooky and Clint hated spooky. It was right up there with magic, might even be tied for first place. He could handle fake haunted houses- he had done them when he was in the circus, learned how to pickpocket that way even. But places that were rumored to be haunted? Yeah- that’s where Clint threw in the towel.

“Spooky spooky spooky,” Clint whispered as he followed behind Bucky as they toured the house, Bucky holding a camcorder like the old man he was. But was Clint going to comment on it? No. Because that old man was the only thing between him and whatever creature from hell lived in the basement. If push came to shove, Clint was fairly certain he would sacrifice Bucky and take off running. That might result in a divorce but… Clint had been divorced before, right? He could handle being divorced.

“Clint.”

“Leave me alone,” Clint sang as he peered into a bathroom. Back in the day, Clint had a feeling this bathroom was glorious- the tub alone was so deep he was pretty sure he could properly soak in it. Now- it was lackluster at best. Clint closed the door and caught a glimpse of Bucky as he went to go back downstairs.

“Why do you believe in ghosts anyway?” Bucky asked as they walked into the kitchen. The kitchen from hell. The murder room. It looked like a murder room.

“Agnes from the circus,” Clint answered.

“She was a con.”

“Oh, she was definitely a con when it came to reading people, but she wasn’t a con when it came to a lot of other things,” Clint answered. “She’s the one who taught me not to whistle in the woods, and to leave weird things found in the woods alone.” Bucky reached to pick something up and Clint slapped his hand. “No.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Bucky said, turning around, camera coming closer to Clint. “Tell everyone how much fun you are having, sunshine.”

Clint narrowed his eyes. “I would rather drink bleach than stay in here overnight.”

“Clint.”

“I mean, yay, look at me, having so much fun,” Clint said in a monotone voice. Bucky rolled his eyes. “Just so we are clear, if Mothman climbs out of the basement, I am shoving you down the stairs and running for it.”

“You know what? If Mothman comes out from that basement, you don’t even have to push me,” Bucky said with far too much confidence for Clint’s taste. “I will gladly stand between you and a Lunar moth.” Bucky turned around and walked. “How about this? Why don’t we talk about something else to get your mind off of whatever Agnes traumatized you with.”

“Yeah, sure- let’s make that attempt,” Clint said.

“Since I am forced to do this as punishment… why don’t we gossip about the others?” Bucky asked. “Like… did you know Sam actually owns more Avengers merch than he admits to?”

“... he what?” Clint asked.

“Yep. I raided his apartment one day when he was gone because I was going to set up a prank and I looked in his closet. He has a Captain America teddy bear,” Bucky said.

“You’re lying.”

“Swear on my mother’s grave,” Bucky said. “He has Cap bear, and a Iron Man figurine.”

For what it was worth, Bucky was very good at distracting Clint from their situation. Clint was into the gossip, whether it was Bucky telling him things or Clint sharing what he knew, careful to skirt over anything about Natasha because he didn’t have a death wish. And when they weren’t gossiping, they were talking about needing to go for a grocery run and needing to buy new pet beds because Lucky had decided the beds were stuffed animals. Which then turned into needing to send Lucky to Kate and America’s for a bit so they could take a vacation. Clint wanted a beach vacation- any excuse to lay under the sun was his favorite thing. Bucky wanted to go tour historical sites, which Clint knew he would cave to because he liked seeing the wonder in Bucky’s eyes when he toured sites he had only heard about or seen on television. Scratch that- he was a sucker for anything that Bucky did. Since when did he become a sap?

They finally settled down and were sitting in the living room, both of them wordlessly agreeing that sitting on the furniture wasn’t an option so they cuddled up in a corner. Bucky had set up a lantern so they could see what was around them, and they used their sleeping bags under their legs to prop them up better. Clint reached over and held Bucky’s hand and fiddled with his wedding ring, smiling as it gleamed. Bucky took care of that ring like he did his arm. He was constantly cleaning it, checking to make sure it was perfect. Clint was currently on replacement ring number three- which averaged to one ring per year so he was taking that as a win.

The conversation fell and Clint snuggled up, resting his head against Bucky’s shoulder. He was exhausted, unable to sleep the night before. Clint went to close his eyes, maybe take a nap, and that’s when he heard it- a creak on the floor above them. He tightened his hold on Bucky’s hand and looked up.

“Its an old house,” Bucky reminded Clint. “And it’s windy out. Creaks are going to happen.”

Clint nodded and settled in again. Bucky was right- houses settled and creaks, and the wind was howling outside occasionally. But then the creak happened again before he heard what sounded like a boot step, followed by another step, and another. And they had toured that house, twice, top to bottom, minus the basement because Clint outright refused, and there was nowhere anyone could have hidden that they wouldn’t have seen. They were trained, for goodness sake- if there was a place to hide, they would have checked it.

The creaking ended at the top of the stairs and Clint and Bucky both leaned over to peer up the stairs. “Someone probably snuck in here and is trying to mess with us. Probably Natasha.”

“Probably my sleep paralysis demon catching up to me,” Clint muttered.

Bucky turned his head to look at Clint. “I understood that reference and I worry about you.” Bucky got up. “I’m going to go check.”

“You’re kidding me, right? I know you have watched horror movies. That never ends well,” Clint insisted.

“I love you but you need to start taking therapy seriously,” Bucky said, grabbing his flashlight and heading towards the stairs.

“As if you are one to talk. How many knives you got on you?” Clint retorted. “Not that you can stab a ghost to death.” Bucky waved him off and stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up, slowly moving his flashlight to get a better image. Clint half-assed crawled over a few places to take a peek for himself.

“Well, I don’t get to stab a ghost because there is no such thing as-” Bucky began to say before there was a noise from the kitchen. Bucky frowned and turned his flashlight. “... definitely Natasha. She uses windows.”

“Hey! Hey! You can’t just leave me here,” Clint said, scrambling to get us. “Again. Horror movies. Respect the horror movies.” Bucky just waved him off and disappeared into the kitchen. “... dammit.” Clint snatched his flashlight on his way to the kitchen to follow Bucky. “Listen, I know you think it’s dumb but I really think- Buck?”

Bucky was staring at the floor, his head tilted to the side. Clint walked over to him and looked at a knife that was on the floor. Clint’s eyes traveled from the knife over the cabinets, every single one of them open.

“You alright?” Clint asked.

“It… just came flying out,” Bucky said. He reached out and waved his hand around before he picked up the knife, using his flashlight to inspect it. “But there’s no string attached.” Clint leaned over Bucky and looked at the knife as well, frowning.

“Spooky.”

A noise caught their attention and they both looked over at the basement door. It sounded like someone coming up the stairs, heavy footsteps and creaking boards. Clint slowly started to stand up, ready to run at a moment’s notice.

But just as quickly as all the noises came, everything seemed to stop. Clint hadn’t realized he was gripping onto the back of Bucky’s shirt, slowly letting it go and smoothing it out. Bucky was starting to lose his tension, his muscles starting to relax it seemed.

“So… that was weird,” Bucky commented. “Should we go-”

“You will have to drag my corpse to that basement if you want me to go with you,” Clint said. “I want to go find a corner, I want to take my hearing aids out, and I want to sleep. Or try to sleep.”

Bucky turned and smiled, reaching a hand up to hold Clint’s face. “I promise that if I see Mothman or… whatever… I will wake you up and let you have the headstart.”

Clint smiled a little and leaned down and kissed him. “My hero,” he murmured against Bucky’s lips.

#winterhawk #spooky season prompts #a wild prompt appeared #thanks for the fun prompt!

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putschki1969 · 4 years ago

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Hikaru Exclusive Space emo Release Event ~ Quick Report

Yesterday I posted about the exclusive Tower Records Release Event, today I would like to talk a little bit about the Space emo Release Event. Once again, everything worked out nicely, you got a lot of bang for your buck. The video will be archived till Nov 27 so everyone who bought a copy, be sure use the opportunity and rewatch the video as many times as you want in the next few days.

Compared to yesterday, there were a lot more people watching the live stream (~50) which was a huge relief. There were also quite a lot of foreign fans taking part which seemed to make Hikaru very happy. YAY for that. I felt super bad for Hikaru during the Tower Records streaming event because there were only like 12 people watching live (｡•́︿•̀｡) I guess it’s because the order period was only three days and many people missed the deadline. Also, after reading about the awesomeness of the first release event I am sure many fans got curious and made a last minute purchase today to take part in the second event. Anyways, today’s event was a tad shorter than yesterday’s but otherwise quite similar. A bit of general talk we have already heard and then she was mostly answering our questions. She remembered me (”the person from Austria”) and did a little shout-out so that obviously made my day XD Overall, Hikaru was once again super precious and adorable. I just can’t stop looking at her cute face.

Highlights:

Hikaru explains it’s much harder to write lyrics for an anime-tie in than for a regular song. The one verse+chorus which is featured in the anime is the most difficult part to figure out because that needs to be particularly representative of the anime.

Someone points out that it looks like Hikaru is finally getting used to talking by herself. Hikaru does not agree, it’s still super hard for her since for the past 10 years she never had to do any talking by herself, there were always the other members of Kalafina around. But since she knows all of us are watching, she tries to do her best. [I personally think she is doing an amazing job!]

She thinks it’s great that online lives feel quite intimate even though you are not actually in the same place together. But the camera is very close to her face and all the viewers get the same good view of her so that’s a definitive win.

The hahaha part in “landscape” was pretty much a last minute improv

She sang the English parts of “disclose” with very strong intonation and lip-movement. She really likes how the English lyrics have such a unique appeal compared to the Japanese ones. As a contrast, she wanted to make sure to emphasise the beauty of the Japanese language in the lyrics for “landscape”.

I think the audio wasn’t as good as yesterday but still decent enough. Her performance was definitely enjoyable.

Setlist:

landscape: Pretty similar to yesterday I would say. Yesterday her vocals were a bit more on point though.

disclose: Here it was so fascinating to see her transfrom within a millisecond from her bubbly and cute MC personality to the badass singer that absolutely owns the stage. I almost got whiplash from the sudden change in her expression XD

シオン | Shion | Aster: I was already expecting her to sing this afer performing “Spiranthes” yesterday. Another super cute song 💕 Love the chorus so much. (I feel like I say this with 90% of her songs XD)

H-el-ical// tweet | Hikaru// tweet | Space emo tweet

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Update on Hikaru’s Animate Customised Autograph

One of our fellow foreign Kala-fans got her autograph today and turns out, her message is different to the ones Japanese fans received. As I have mentioned before, fans in Japan received one out of six cute messages and Hikaru used the fan’s surname to personalise the autograph. Hikaru changed her pattern a bit for the “foreigner” autograph. She used the given name (in hiragana) instead of the surname and wrote an English message “Please enjoy it”

#kalafina #hikaru #report #hikaru//#helical #h-el-ical//#space emo release event

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softpepperony · 5 years ago

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Mission: Kitten

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,508

Warnings: VERY brief mention of animal abuse

Summary: You fall in love with a kitten from the shelter you volunteer at. After meeting him, Bucky does too, he just takes his sweet time to admit it. FLUFF

*This is my first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad, I’m sorry. Don’t be afraid to leave constructive criticism or even prompts in my inbox! TY<3*

You got in your car with your new cat, Finnigan. After years of volunteering at the local animal shelter, you’re surprised you’ve made it this long without taking at least one of the animals you take care of home. Part of the reason was that your boyfriend, Bucky had made the “no pets” rule. It wasn’t that he didn’t like animals or was allergic, he was just worried that your lifestyles wouldn’t make allowances for such adorable little balls of fur. After all, he was an Avenger and you worked for S.H,I.E.L.D, so your lives were a little unpredictable. But this little guy stole your heart the minute you saw him. He’s just over six months old with long black and white fur. His missing eye and smushed face are just to die for. You set Finnigan’s, or Finny’s for short, carrier in your passenger seat and began to make the drive home.

“Oh Finny”, you say to the carrier to your right, “I’m sure he’ll love you... don’t be nervous... are you nervous?”

Of course he isn’t nervous you think to yourself He’s a cat! You’re the one who’s nervous [Y/N]

The rest of the ride home was you rehearsing how tonight would go

“Hey Buck... You know I love you very much.. right” no

“Hey babe... don’t be mad at me BUT” oh no, he’s definitely gonna be mad

“Hey buck... iknowyousaidnopetsbutthisoneisspecialandicouldn’tsaynosopleasecanwekeephim” Well, at least it’s straight to the point.

You pull into the driveway before you were done planning the scenario in your head.

“looks like I’m winging it” you mutter under your breath.

You get out of the car and take Finny’s carrier in one hand and fling your bag over your shoulder with the other. You were just about to open the door, but Bucky beat you to it.

“Hey doll, how was the shelter today?” a soft voice asks as he pulls you into a hug.

“Oh ya know, it was.... great just.....great” you reply, trying to conceal Finnigan’s carrier behind your legs.

“Oh? Is Everything ok? Here.. let me take your bags for you” He takes your purse from your shoulder and then reaches for the carrier. “Um Doll, what’s that?”

Shoot. Uhhhh cover it up

“Bucky.. that’s my purse... I take that with me everywhere... It has my phone, wallet, keys..”

“I mean... what’s... why is that plastic case meowing?”

Buckyyyyy this wasn’t part of the plan

“Look, Buck.. I know you had told me no pets, but this little guy... I just.. couldn’t say no to him. He hasn’t left me alone since we brought him in” You say as you lift Finnigan out of his carrier. “I mean, c’mon look at his little face! And his fluffy fur!!”

“[Y/N], I told you, we can’t have a pet. We can’t take care of a pet! Maybe if you brought home something smaller like a fish, it would’ve been fine! But a cat? Where is he gonna sleep? What does he eat? What if he makes a mess of our place?” He looks at your falling expression, “what if we have to go on a mission all of a sudden?”

“Bucky, It’d be YOU going on a mission, remember? I’m the brains, you’re the muscle.”

“Doll....”

“Please Buck, please?”

As hard as he’s tried, Bucky Barnes could never say no to you.

You notice Bucky deep in thought, after a few seconds and your puppy dog eyes looking directly at him, he finally declares, “Fine, I suppose he could stay. For a little bit at least”

“YAY! Bucky, thank you so much!!!” You throw your arms around him, leaving almost no room for poor Finny. You don’t realize this until you hear a faint squeak come from between your bodies. “Sorry Finny, I’m just so happy you’re finally home”

You bring your purse and Finny inside, leaving Bucky to take the carrier.

“I just want you to know this is TEMPORARY” You hear Bucky’s voice call from behind. “what are we going to do with him?”

“Well, he’ll need a bed, food, a water dish... a litter box” you reply.

“And where exactly will we get these things from?”

“Well, if you don’t mind staying here, I can run to the store and-”

The door opens and Sam Wilson enters.

“Hey guys I was just wondering if- well who is this??” Sam asks when Finnigan starts rubbing his ankles, a cats way of asking for attention.

“That’s Finnigan” you answer as Sam picks him up, “I was actually just on my way out to pick up some supplies for him”

“You were?” Bucky asks

“Well, yes unless you would like to go and I’ll stay with the cat?”

“So you’re telling me you just brought this cat home on a whim five minutes ago and now you want to leave me alone with it?”

“Do you need someone to watch him?” Sam interjects, holding and petting Finn while Finny purrs away in his arms. “Because... if you do.. I really don’t mind”

“You’re a bird, Sam, aren’t you supposed to be AFRAID of cats?” Bucky retorts.

“Nah, not this one dude. What’s he gonna do? Snuggle me to death?” Sam answers and Finnigan mews in agreement.

“Tell ya what, [Y/N], Sam and I will stay with the cat while you go out and get him some things. Ok?” Bucky offers. He’s volunteering to watch him, that’s a good sign, right?

“Sounds good” you say, grabbing the keys to you car off the shelf, “See you guys later. Please don’t wreck anything OR HIM while I’m gone”

The door closes. Sam and Bucky make their way to the furniture that’s set up in the loft.

“So when did you decide to adopt a cat? I always thought you hated animals!” Sam questions while lounging in the large armchair and placing his feet on the coffee table.

“Sam- it-it’s not that I hate animals, it’s just... having such an unpredictable lifestyle...”

“Buck, I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s not like [Y/N] goes on these missions too. Sure being a Shield agent can be unpredictable at times, but if worse comes to worst, you could always hire a sitter” Sam attempts to calm his nerves.

“A sitter.. for a cat? Sam c’mon don’t you think that’s a little much?”

“Nah man, people do that all the time!”

“Ok fine, but what if he breaks stuff, or worse, gets hurt? I swear I’ll never hear the end of it!”

“Bucky, he’s a kitten, look man, he’s already asleep” they both glance down at Sam’s lap where a sleepy Finnigan lays contentedly.

“Maybe for now”

“Having a pet may not exactly be easy but be thankful it’s a cat. She could’ve come home with a tarantula... or another exotic animal, one of those 14 foot long snakes” Sam laughs.

“At least those guys stay in their enclosure”

It seemed like nothing was ever going to make Bucky ok with the idea of having a cat. No matter how hard Sam tried to talk to him, it would always come back to “but what if we get called on a mission?” “what if he ruins our house?” “his fur is gonna get everywhere it’s gonna be so messy!”

The door opens and you enter with an armful of Petsmart bags. Finnigan’s little ears perk up in his sleepy state. Once he realizes what’s going on, he jumps off of Sam’s lap and runs over to greet his new mother.

“Hi Finny baby!!!” You baby talk to the kitten, “I’m back and I have some food, a bed and some toys for you sweetie!! Are you excited?” Finny meows back and Bucky shakes his head.

“It’s gonna be ok, man” Sam reassures him.

You don’t waste any time in setting up the kittens living area. You set his food and water dishes down on a mat on the tile floor of the kitchen, his bed right near the furniture in the loft and unpack a wand with some ribbons attached for him to play with. You drag the ribbon across the floor and watch as Finnigan scrambles to catch it. Sam laughs, Bucky does too but as soon as he knows you’ve noticed, he goes back to being unamused.

“Oh! And one more thing!” you say, pulling a teal blue collar with reflective stars on it out of it’s packaging, “I got you a collar and will be ordering tags just in case you get lost!” you put the collar around Finny’s neck.

“You got him a collar? [Y/N], you know we can’t keep him right? We are only taking care of him until we find him a family that wants him”

“Bucky... please” you beg.

“[Y/N] no, I told you this is only temporary. He’s cute and all but we really can’t have him running around making a mess of things and getting his fur everywhere!”

You decide that having Finny home with you for now is good enough, at least Bucky let the cat inside... which is more than you thought he’d do.

“Hey guys, it was fun hanging but it is getting pretty late. I’m gonna head back home. If you guys, or Finny, need anything, you know where I’m at” Sam gives Finny one last pat on the head before closing your door.

In all the excitement, you really didn’t realize just how quickly time moves. You glance at the clock, 12:01 am. It’s definitely time to call it a night. Bucky makes his way to your shared room while you pick Finny up and give him a kiss goodnight.

“It’s ok Finny, we’ll convince him sooner or later” you promise to the kitten while setting him in his bed. He purrs and drifts off to sleep. You head off to bed as well.

You wake up the next morning and find Finnigan(by some miracle) right where you had left him. You start brewing the coffee, throw some bagels in the toaster and then go to sit with your new baby.

“Good morning Finny” you greet him. He nuzzles his little face against your hand and you start petting him. “How’d you sleep little guy? You must have really slept huh? Cause I found you right where I left you last night. I thought kittens like to cause mischief while their parents were asleep but not you sweetheart, you’re an angel” you continue to have this one sided conversation with the kitten until you hear the toaster go off. You stand up to take the bagels out but Bucky beats you to it.

“It’s ok doll, I’ll get them, you can keep talking” A small smile forms on Bucky’s face which he immediately wipes away when he sees you’ve noticed. You stand up anyway to go greet him with a kiss.

“Morning baby, how’d you sleep?” you ask

“I slept all right darlin, howabout you?”

“All right as well”

“Do you want cream cheese or butter on your bagel?”

“Cream cheese please!”

“What time are you going to the shelter today, doll?”

“I was going to head out as soon as we finished breakfast. We just got in this litter of kittens, 4 of them found in a plastic bag on the side of the highway, mother nowhere to be seen”

“Okay doll, does that mean I’m watching Finnigan?” Bucky asks while pouring two mugs of coffee.

“If you don’t mind”

“So am I just going to be left with the cat every day?”

“Not everyday Buck, besides. He’s so cute! How can you be mad about spending time with a face like that?”

“Not mad, doll.” he pauses, “and I suppose I could watch him today”

“Thank you”

You finish up breakfast and quickly get ready. You give Bucky and Finny a kiss goodbye and then head to your car. The day went by so slow. All you wanted to do was be home to spend time with your furbaby, but you also realized there were other animals that needed caring for. You went through your daily routine of cleaning the cats crates, playing with them, making sure they all had food and water, and brushing them as well. Especially the long haired cats. They always required a little extra care because of their easily tangled coats. You and another girl you worked with took the dogs for a walk and cleaned their crates. Caring for 40+ animals daily was a lot of work but well worth the gross and tired feeling at the end of the day. By the time the end of the day arrived, you were ready to be home.

You pulled in the driveway and opened the door to a seemingly empty house.

“Bucky? Finny? Anyone here?” you called, hoping there would be an answer.

“In here doll” you heard a call from the bedroom.

“Please tell me you have the cat as well”

“I do” Bucky replied, and you relaxed.

“I’m gonna take a shower, Buck would you mind getting dinner started?” you ask.

“That would be a question for Finnigan”

“Bucky what are you talking about?”

You open the bedroom door to find Bucky laying on the bed with Finnigan sprawled out across his legs, both of them were clearly comfortable, ESPECIALLY Finnigan. You could hear his purrs all the way to the door. You smile and shake your head.

“I thought you didn’t like him” you tease.

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like him, it’s just that I was scared to be responsible for another life when mine is so unpredictable. But [Y/N], he hasn’t left my side all day and just has the cutest little voice. And look at him! He’s so fluffy and his little face with his missing eye! How can you not absolutely be in love?”

“Bucky, this is what I’ve been trying to show you! So...”

“What, doll?”

“Can he stay”

“Of course”

Nothing made you happier than hearing that. You loved Bucky with your whole heart and seeing him fall in love with that kitten made you love him even more. You place a quick kiss on his lips before saying “Thank you”. He wraps his strong arm around you and pulls you into his chest. He kisses your forehead as you nuzzle into him further. Finnigan walks up to rub his face against yours and licks your nose delicately before laying beside you. Everything is perfect. You’re with the love of your life, and Finny is yours and Bucky’s forever. This little family is all you could’ve asked for and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you” you tell Bucky

“I love you” he replies, “And Finnigan too” patting the almost asleep kitten on the head.

“I’m so lucky” you mumble, so tired you can barely speak.

Bucky grins and holds you closer.

“Go to sleep doll, you’ve had a long day”

And so you do, you drift off to sleep in his arms with your kitten right beside you.

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avengersnthings · 6 years ago

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Family (Dad!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request: Heyyyy, I wanna say your writing is amazing and I love your fics sm 💜 Humm, Idk how it works to make a request, sorry! Can you write something dad!bucky really really fluff???? Thank you, anyway 😍

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1,988

Warnings: None? Unless if you count Fluff as a warning.

A/N: Hi guys! I finally wrote something! AND IT WAS REQUESTED! I know, I know, it’s a big shock. I just had a Bucky dream last night and I just had to write something for him so I decided to do a request! Well, I hope you all enjoy it and let me know if you want to be added to my Tag List!

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MASTERLIST

Bucky was sprawled out on his bed as he slept peacefully. The sunlight was streaming through the window, bringing morning light that danced across the bedroom like ribbons of gold. The quiet chirp of birds that sang outside stirred Bucky from his slumber, gradually waking him from his dreams of you. Peaking one eye open, a small smile graced Bucky’s lips at the sight of your sleeping form. You were curled up into his side, arms enclosed around his waist as your head rested on his chest. His smile grew with each breath that you took. You always look so peaceful when you sleep, Bucky thought to himself as he gently placed a kiss into your hairline.

Maybe just a few more minutes, Bucky thought as he placed his arms around you. The two of you never got to sleep in, whether it was work or-

“Daddy!” A high-pitched voice called out as the door swung open with a bang.

-or your child barging into the room at the break of dawn.

The small figure climbed up onto your shared bed, crawling across the tangled up sheets. Pretending to be asleep, Bucky tried so hard to hold in a smile as he felt small hands shake him awake.

“Daddy, you need to get up,” Your daughter whined as she shook her father. “You too, Mommy.”

Your daughter began to shake you as well, to which you let out a groan. “Too early,” You groaned as you buried your face into Bucky’s chest.

“It’s morning, Mommy!” Your daughter whined once more.

“Yup, too early,” Bucky agreed as he pretended to go back asleep.

“Daddy!” Your daughter protested as she began to shake Bucky once more.

Peeking one eye open at his daughter, Bucky smirked lightly. “Why, is something happening today?”

“Yes!” Your daughter exclaimed as she fell back against the bed between her parents. “We’re going to the zoo!”

“The zoo?” You questioned as you sent your husband a sly wink. “Why would we be going to the zoo?”

“BECAUSE IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” Your daughter shrieked excitedly as she began to bounce up and down on the bed.

“What? That can’t be,” Bucky said as he sat up in bed. “I perfectly remember. You had your birthday last year, there’s no way you can have it again.”

Rolling her small eyes at him, she grabbed onto his metal arm. “Daddy, that’s how birthdays work!”

“I don’t know, Evelyn,” You smiled at your little girl. “How old are you going to be?”

Smiling brightly at you, Evelyn promptly held up four little fingers.

“Well, since she is four, I guess we could take her to the zoo,” Bucky smiled at his daughter as her face lit up.

“YAY, ZOO! LET’S GO, LET’S GO!” Evelyn demanded as she began to pull on both of your hands.

“Alright,” You let out a laugh as Evelyn pulled on you. “Let Daddy and I get ready first. Why don’t you go get your elephant and tell him where we are going today, okay?”

“Okay Mommy!” And with that, your little Evelyn bounded happily out of the room to go get her stuffed elephant. Looking at your husband, you gently pushed back his long hair with your fingers.

Smiling at your action, Bucky gently grabbed you chin and tilted your head up towards him. “Morning, beautiful.”

“Morning, handsome,” You said as you placed a soft kiss against his lips. This was one of your favorite things about being married to Bucky: being able to wake up every morning next to the man you loved and greeting him with a kiss.

Before Bucky got too carried away, he pulled back and gently kissed your nose. “C’mon, doll. We have our four year old to take to the zoo.”

“Daddy, look!” Evelyn shouted excitedly as she grabbed her father’s hand and dragged him towards the polar bear exhibit. Stopping right in front of the glass, she stared up in awe as she watched the polar bears dive gracefully in the water. Her eyes were wide in wonder as she watched the bears play with each other. “They are so cool.”

“They sure are, sweetie,” Bucky agreed as you stood on the other side of your little girl.

“Aren’t they cool, Mommy?”

“They are!” You said excitedly as Evelyn reached out for your hand. “Look at them play with each other, they must be friends.”

Evelyn tilted her head at that as she watched the bears. “No, they’re brother and sister.”

“How can you tell?” Bucky looked down at his daughter.

“Because they act like Unca Steve’s kids. Watch-” She said as she pointed at the one on the left. “That’s the brother and that’s the sister.”

“I guess you’re right, E,” You said as you glanced up at the name plates of each polar bear, discovering that they actually were siblings.

“I wish I had a brother,” Evelyn said quietly to herself. At this, you and Bucky looked at each other in shock. Before either of you could say anything to her, Evelyn’s attention was somewhere else.

“PENGUINS!” Your daughter screamed as she took off running. You and Bucky sprinted after your daughter, finally catching her a few seconds later as she watched the keeper feed the penguins.

“Mommy, I can’t see,” Evelyn pouted as you neared the elephant exhibit.

“Maybe Daddy will put you on his shoulders?”

“Daddy, pleeeaaassee,” Your daughter begged as she gave Bucky the puppy-dog eyes. Not being able to resist his daughter’s cute charm (Bucky always said he looked just like you when you did that), he swept his daughter up and onto his shoulders.

“HI, ELEPHANTS!” Evelyn yelled as she waved her hand excitedly at the elephants. You and Bucky laughed at your daughter’s cute charm as she stared excitedly at her favorite animal.

“E, they look just like Louie!” You said as you held up her stuffed elephant. Evelyn giggled at this as she grabbed her stuffed elephant and promptly set him on top of Bucky’s head.

“There,” She proudly said. “Now Louie can see too. Let’s go see the tigers now!”

“Whatever you want, princess,” Bucky smiled as he took your hand in his, continuing your adventure at the zoo.

Evelyn’s fourth birthday quickly passed after the zoo. The whole team came over to you and Bucky’s house, their children tagging along behind them. The birthday party was a hit as Evelyn opened up present after present, taking them out to play with everyone else’s kids. As everyone headed home, Evelyn was found asleep on your living room floor, clutching Louie the elephant and her new stuffed polar bear that was named Snow (after her favorite Disney princess, Snow White, because you and Bucky always watched that movie with her). Gently picking Evelyn up, Bucky carried her upstairs and put her in bed as she slept peacefully. Placing a kiss goodnight to her forehead, Bucky closed the door behind him as he walked into your shared bedroom.

“Do you think E had a good birthday?” You asked as you pulled back the sheets on your bed.

“I think so, she looked so happy today,” Bucky answered as he crawled in bed next to you.

Nodding your head, you looked at your husband. “She is such a Daddy’s girl, it’s unfair.”

“Oh, doll,” Bucky hummed as he pulled you into his arms. “She loves you very much.”

“I know that,” You said as you shook your head. “That’s not what I meant. What I meant was that I want a kid who is a Mommy’s kid.”

Blinking at the meaning of your words, Bucky’s lips formed into a smile. “Doll, are you saying that you want to have another baby?”

Flushing at his words, you nodded 'yes' as Bucky’s smile grew even bigger. “I mean, Evelyn said she wanted a brother, and we always talked about having a big family when we were dating. So I thought, why not now?”

Grabbing the sides of your face, Bucky pulled you into a searing kiss that took your breath away. Pulling away, Bucky looked down at you with a giant smile. “Doll, I’ve been waiting four years for you to say that you wanted another baby. After we had Evelyn, I was just hooked. All I want is to have a family with you, and we can have as many babies as you want.”

“As many as I want?” You joked as Bucky began kissing you all over your face and body.

“As many as you want. If it were up to me, we’d have twenty.”

“Twenty?!” You laughed as you pulled Bucky back up to your lips. “You’re getting ahead of yourself there, Mr. Barnes. Let’s get ourselves another baby before we think about anymore, okay?”

“Anything you say, Mrs. Barnes,” Bucky grinned at you as he kissed you once more.

“Well, we better get started soon, Sergeant Barnes,” You said as you began to tug up Bucky’s shirt.

“Yes Ma’am,” Buck smirked as he leaned down to capture your lips in his.

9 months later...

“What about Hudson?” Bucky quietly asked as he gently stroked the newborn baby’s cheek. After 9 months of morning sickness, 14 hours of labor, and one epidural later; the two of you laid together in the hospital bed, side by side, with your baby boy in your arms.

Scrunching up your nose, you looked at your husband. “I am not naming our son after a river in New York.” Looking down at your baby, you smiled as he let out a small yawn. “How about Jace?”

“He doesn’t look like a Jace. Maybe a Lincoln?” Bucky said as the baby grabbed onto his pinky finger.

“No, that’s not it...” Looking down at your baby boy, you tried so desperately to find out what his name was meant to be. “How about Hayden?”

“Hmm... Hayden Barnes. I like that,” Bucky said with a smile just as the baby woke up. “Well, what do you think, bud? Does Hayden sound good to you?”

At that the baby smiled and nestled back into your chest, promptly falling back asleep. “Hayden it is.”

A knock sounded at the door just then, to which Bucky said to come in. Steve poked his head in, eyes landing on the three of you. “Is that him?”

“Yup,” You said with a smile. “Steve Rogers, meet Hayden Barnes.”

Walking over to the side of the bed, Steve peered down at Hayden. “Oh, he’s so precious. Has Evelyn seen him yet?”

“No, not yet, but she’s about to,” Bucky noted as Natasha brought Evelyn in. Seeing the little baby, Evelyn became very quiet as she peered at her little brother. “Evelyn, come meet your brother.”

Crawling onto the bed just like she did on her birthday, she looked down at her brother. “What’s his name?”

“His name is Hayden,” You softly said as Evelyn looked down at him in wonder. “Do you want to hold him?”

Evelyn nodded enthusiastically as you carefully placed Hayden into her arms. “Careful, now. We have to be very gentle with him.” You said as your daughter looked down at her little brother.

“Hi, Hayden. My name’s Evelyn, but you can call me E,” Evelyn said to her brother. “I’m your big sister, and I am going to take good care of you. And this is my Mommy and Daddy. They are your Mommy and Daddy too. We are going to be the best family ever.”

“Yes, we are,” Bucky softly said as you took Hayden out of Evelyn’s arms. The four of you sat on that hospital bed for hours, talking about your family and the future. Evelyn promptly fell asleep on Bucky’s lap after a few hours, right next to Hayden. Soon after that, you too fell asleep, exhausted from labor. Looking down at his family, a small tear slipped down Bucky’s face. “My perfect little family.”

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papersandkeyboards · 6 years ago

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5/31 to 6/5: (everything else and) Prom

36th WEEK, MAY 31-JUNE 5, 2016.

English class has always been interesting to me. If I think about it, English class (be it here as a first language, or back home as a second language) is always more fun than Indonesian Language class back home. In my class in Rainier Beach, which is IB English Language and Literature, we read classics and Shakespearean plays and interpret those. (don’t get me wrong, I had to read The Scarlett Letter for English Lang class during my short stop in Houston and it was painful, but something about how English teachers’ way of teaching is so interesting and, of course, not boring)

For the semester’s big project, however, we were told to make podcasts. About anything.

I understand that podcasts aren’t much of a thing in Indo, but the simplest way to explain podcasts in a nutshell is audio lectures, audio books, discussions, serial stories, or anything about a topic. And honestly, it’s not even just lectures. You can talk about anything in a podcast (in my Theory of Knowledge class, we listened to a series of online podcasts entitled “Serial”, which covers a story for each season that is told in an interesting and comprehensive way).

But this time, Mrs. Shaw doesn’t limit us to just audio, but we can put visuals in it as well. So, basically saying, our big project was to make an audio or video file talking about things which has our arguments in it. And we could do it individually or in groups of three, max.

Me, being myself who essentially resents group works can be quite an individualist, of course, decided to do the podcast by myself.

And me, being myself who almost always aims to be anti-mainstream, chose a topic that most people would hate and throw rocks to after the first glance.

I argued that zoos aren’t necessarily inhumane to animals. For a side that believed that zoos are downright cruel and disgusting, I stood against them.

Of course I know people aren’t always going to agree with me, but as a (used-to-be) debater, I tried to smother everything in good wording (and some solid arguments can i get a hell yeah), and at the end, all I need to be satisfied was Mrs. Shaw saying “you got a point.” (aka “hmm iya juga ya”).

It was an enjoyable school task to do. Ehe.

Anyway, the next two days, Wednesday and Thursday, were two sacred days we all students acknowledged dearly as Early Release days. The neverending amazement of Seattle has turned me into somewhat a Dora the Explorer, even though it was clear that I have always been a damn-straight home person back home. Would rather stay home that being somewhere else.

But an exchange student logic was that you’re missing a lot of you spend a lot of time at home.

So Kira and I hit the waterfront and rode the Seattle Ferris Wheel.

And the next day I spent by myself, visiting the Seattle Art Museum and indulging my fangirl side by watching X-Men: Apocalypse.

Remember I mentioned once that it was the time of SIFF—Seattle International Film Festival?

Karen, Eric, and I looked up the showtimes and movies, trying to find anything interesting, and of course the choice went to an Indonesian movie, entitled “Copy of My Mind”, so we watched it on Friday evening.

It never occured to me that films in film festivals aren’t those up the regular theaters. Most of them are months old before the time of the festival itself, some even a year old or more. But I guess that’s the point of having film festivals: as a platform to promote films, because almost all of them don’t include big starry actor names, and all of them aren’t in a franchise.

Copy of My Mind, however, was starred by Chico Jericho and Tara Basro (blame was on me for just recognizing these names for the first time), and soon after the movie started, I got why I’ve never heard of this film before back home: it would never be able to air in Indonesia. Simple as that.

As usual, my movie-goer sense was so much indulged in cheap plots of franchise films where every message is shown explicitly during the film with a mandatory happy ending and a bonus of occasional car explosion, so when I saw the ending of Copy of My Mind, I was disappointed. I didn’t get the message.

(later I googled the film and it turned out to be a hard-core social and political satire towards my own country) (so yeah, go watch it guys) (majukan perfilman indonesia)

On Sunday, I was reminded by the remaining days I have by attending Nouha’s goodbye party. She would leave three days after the goodbye party, which is June 8, and I’m still staying here until the end of the month, but surely it sucks to remember that you have to leave eventually.

But the goodbye party was a fun one—sliders, chips, other typical tasty American barbecue snacks in the backyard, people bringing going-away presents, and of course, pictures.

(I swear the pictures were up somewhere but now I couldn’t find them)

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Aight. That’s quite a brief (???) summary of how the first 5 days of the week went. Whereas I usually said the fun part comes in the weekend, this WHOLE week was full of fun and things to do (thank God for early release). HOWEVER, though, however,

this weekend was Prom.

That’s right, everyone, you heard it. The infamous American High School Prom.

....

Gitu aja sih. Ehe. OKAY. Prom in Beach... was definitely UNLIKE Proms in other, harshly saying, white rich school everywhere else. But the part where people ask other people to Prom, well, that was done everywhere, I guess.

I was walking the hallway when Rebecca and the others stopped by and Rebecca asked me, “Nabila, who are you going to Prom with?”

“...????? I don’t know??? No one asked me to.”

“It’s America, you can do whatever you want. Why don’t you ask somebody?”

yaela yang bener aja lu dasar ampas kepala.

Jadi gini sih. The way Prom works (or at least in my school) is that only the seniors are invited, unless the seniors ask somebody else from other grades—juniors, sophomores, freshmen, or people from other school—to be their prom date, then those persons are also invited. And I know Kira is a junior, so I asked Kira as my prom date so she can experience prom and everybody is happy. Also because Rebecca and Emily were committees so there are fellow juniors there. yaela padahal karena emang gaada yang ngajak dan akhirnya ngajak temen sendiri supaya tidak garing

I didn’t take too much trouble setting up a promposal—Prom proposal—unlike those who are seriously dating—a friend from Theory of Knowledge class made a poster and got his football team to promposed his girlfriend, it was very sweet—and because I was an awkward unromantic piece of shit, I asked Kira to be my prom date during stretching before softball game.

She was appalled. At least she wasn’t repelled, which was good. Good thing she didn’t expect a canon of flowers or posters or an orchestra playing for her to be promposed.

And that’s the story on how I got my prom date.

Which was totally not unusual, because at Prom night I found out that Alex asked Justin, a junior, so that Justin can experience Prom with his senior fellows too. Zion, who is gay, asked Nina out of friendship. A lot of people do that that night. Many people even went with their squads instead of being in pairs.

When Kira was scrolling through numerous online shops to find a dress, I bought mine in Nordstrom Rack—which was basically Nordstrom but they sell old stuff that were cheaper (because I didn’t feel like spending hundreds of bucks on a dress I’m gonna wear, like, once or twice for my whole life). Not only I bought it in Nordstrom Rack, I also bought it last Febuary, which was before Winter Ball. That being said, I used the same dress as what I wore for Winter Ball. Which was good, because I didn’t want to waste money on dress I would most likely use once. The admission ticket was around $40 anyway, while other schools my AFS friends were in charged around $80-100 for it. sekolah saya miskin emang, tapi asik.

Sementara ada temen-temen saya yang ‘melamar Prom’ pakai poster, bunga, permen karet (dia nawarin sekotak permen karet gitu trus pas dibuka ada tulisannya ‘Prom?’ trus dikasih bunga, lucu abis sih), ada juga temen yang asal ngajak cewek manapun yang kebetulan lewat, dan kalau ditolak, geser dikit trus ngajak cewek lain terdekat. But then again, I didn’t know how significant a prom date is—whether being asked to be prom date equals being asked to be one’s girl/boyfriend, or is it just a one-time occasion thing?

Whatever it was, I do know that at least Prom in Rainier Beach High School doesn’t shun single people. Yay. Nabila can go to Prom without worries.

HOWEVER.

However, around a week before Prom, I found out that Indonesian Students’ Association of Seattle University (ISASU), which was like a couple blocks from my house, was holding some sort of event, and guess who came as a guest star.

....

NO.

I DO NOT LIKE HOW THIS TURNS OUT.

I REALLY DON’T.

After contemplating which one is rarer: to experience a classic American high school Prom night every exchange student wants to be a part of or meet a massive Indonesian dazzling pop-star in person, I did what I thought was best for me: I chose Prom and let go of Raisa, with the arrogance of “I’m Indonesian, she’s Indonesian, we’ll meet again but I only have this one chance for Prom” without realizing that that will least likely to happen.

I came to Kira’s house on Saturday afternoon, June 4, 2016, and ate Indomie for pre-Prom dinner (Prom dinner paling tidak modal sepanjang sejarah manusia). Then we had a photoshoot in which Kira and I look like a happy couple of lovers. Then Laura drove us to the venue. Which was a not-so-big space in SoDo but enough for the whole class lah.

(pic credit to whoever took this)

Long story short, it was fun. At first it wasn’t really because both Kira and I did not know many seniors despite some people I recognize from classes I am in, so we talked with Emily and Rebecca. Then people I know started to show up—Nina, Justin, Zion, Alex, Gretar, and others—and we danced. What was fun about it was that everyone didn’t dance with their dates, but mixed in into big groups of friends and was having a pure hyped-fun time instead of a romantic one. (not to brag but Nina and I did some duets and we were killing it) (kapan lagi bisa hacep dan meliar kaya begini ya)

The King and Queen of Prom, instead of voting, was done by a raffle (maybe so that everyone can get a chance instead of a cliche competition of popularity). Rony got King and Antoneyah got Queen. There was also two photo booths, an elegant one with a sofa and a fun one like a photobox along with hats and fake mustache and other stuff you could use.

(’twas Rebecca, Emily, Rony the playboy, me, and Kira)

(terus baru 3 tahun kemudian AFS menggerayangkan gerakan AFSPride)

(mampos kenapa w pendek sekali, bahkan dalam standar orang indonesia)

(tUH udah naik tangga pun masi lebih pendek)

THEN, the event continued for whoever wants to join everyone to the Seattle Ferris Wheel, while free tickets were provided! We sporadically went to the Ferris Wheel by Uber—some people didn’t come due to curfew and probably an after-party somewhere (I finally convinced Kira to join after many considerations. Since the Wheel was closer to my house, she agreed to crash in my house after).

Lucu banget aih. Anak-anak remaja pakai baju-baju bagus, sebagain berpasang-pasangan, dan sebagian lagi bergerombol kelompok, dan rame-rame masuk ke kereta Bianglala.

(’twas Gretar, Alex, Justin, me, Kira, Zion, and Mohamed)

Kapan lagi kaya gini huhuhu seneng.

It was—I don’t remember—a bit after midnight? After we were done Kira and I took an Uber back to my house, had ice cream in my bed while watching Monsters University, and fell asleep halfway through the movie (and my laptop ran out of battery).

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Aaaand that’s probably as close I could ever be with Raisa: in the same city, neighboring neighborhood.

But at least, thinking back, I would not trade the experience I just had with anything else.

Salam dari penghadir Prom Rainier Beach High School dengan style hijab paling cantik (karena memang satu-satunya),

Nabila Safitri.

#langkahanakbangsa #rbhs #prom

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badchoosey · 6 years ago

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Endless Summer, Book One. Chapter 1: This Must Be Heaven

???: Stay down! It’s coming this way!

??? 2: Tim! Give me your hand!

??? 3: You don’t understand, do you? Of course not. But you will… in time.

The plane shudders, jolting you awake. You blink away the strange dream as your eyes adjust to the bright sunlight outside…

Tim: Wow…

Your best friend Diego gives you a goofy smirk from the seat beside you.

Diego: Morning, sleepyhead.

Tim: I’m not still dreaming, right?

Diego: Doesn’t feel real, does it? But we’re finally on our way!

The chatter of the ten contest winners from your school fills the small plane…

Quinn: One magical week in paradise, here we come!

Craig: All expenses paid, what whaaaat!

Raj: Good thing too. I’m so deep in student debt I couldn’t even afford instant ramen right now.

Diego: Hey… you okay, Tim? Bad dream?

Tim: Just a really weird one. I dreamt about… about him!

You instantly recognise the guy walking down the aisle toward you.

Diego: You had a dream about Sean Gayle? Well, what are you waiting for? Go talk to him!

Diego pushes you out into the aisle, right as he passes by! You bump into each other.

Sean: Whoa, hello there!

Diego: My friend Tim here wants to say something.

Time: Outta my way! Think you can take up all that room with those big muscles? Think again, bud!

Sean: How, uh, rude of me...

Sean excuses himself as he slips by you.

Diego: Oh man, got that whole thing on video. You’ve gotta see your face… Huh, weird. Is it really 5:15? We should’ve landed an hour ago and it didn’t feel like you’d been snoring that long.

Tim: Hilarious. I’ll go ask the pilot if something’s up.

As you make your way forward, you pass by the other students talking loudly over each other…

Aleister: Excuse me, will you all please cease your babbling?! The tour guide is trying to speak!

Lila: Thank you Aleister! As you tour guide for the week, I just want to say that we should all try to… you know, be friends! It is an island after all, so… you’re kinda stuck with each other! Hee hee!

Zahra: Is it too late to jump out of the plane?

The pilot has his combat boots kicked up on the dashboard.

Tim: Excuse me. It’s Jake right? Weren’t we supposed to have landed by now…? Wait, are you asleep?!

Jake: Hrn?

He opens his eyes and looks back at you. Instantly you recognise his face too… from that same bizarre dream…

Jake: Listen, Boy Scout, don’tcha know it’s rude to wake someone who’s taking a nap?

Tim: ‘Boy Scout’?

Jake: What can I say? I give nicknames to people who annoy me.

Tim: In that case, I’m calling you Jared Leto.

Jake: ‘Jared Leto’? Whoa, hang on, I do not look like Jared Leto! I had this haircut before Jared Leto did, okay?

Tim: No judgement here. We all get our style from somewhere.

Jake: Alright, comedian, when I come back in a week to pick y’all up, you, my friend, are riding in the cargo bay.

Time: Okay, okay. What if I just called you Joker?

Jake: Fine. But I’m picturing the Heath Ledger one instead. Anyway, relax. We ain’t landing ‘til… The hell? That time ain’t right… And that ain’t right either.

He whacks the instrument panel on his dash a few times.

Tim: You sure you know what you’re doing?

Jake: If you knew half the things I’ve survived, you’d bet on me to get you through anyth--

Out of nowhere, turbulence hammers the plane! You’re thrown into the wall of the cockpit!

Tim: Aah!

Jake: Aw, just great! This stormfront’s coming in quick.

He leans in and grabs the yoke.

Jake: Get your ass in a seat, hear? And tell everybody to buckle up.

Tim: But--

Jake: Now, Boy Scout!

Dark clouds close in around the plane, gusts rocking it side to side. Everyone starts shouting…

Raj: Ohhhh, I am really regretting that airport Chipotle!

Craig: Don’t puke, bro! If you puke, I’m gonna puke!

Michelle: Where the hell did this storm come from?! It was a clear day!

Jake: It happens, okay? This is totally normal!

Zahra: Yeah. Sure. THAT looks normal.

Outside, balls of orange electricity coalesce out of the dark sky and explode in a crackle of sparks!

Grace: It looks like ball lightning… but I’ve never seen anything quite like this!

Aleister: This is all wrong! I can’t die here, surrounded by these morons!

Sean: Everyone, just breathe! We’re gonna get through this!

Quinn: Oh god, Oh god…

A blistering crack of thunder deafens you as lightning strikes the plane! Sparks fly in the cockpit!

Jake: Welp, engines just lost power! Bringin’ her down manually! Everybody, hang on!

The shouting grows louder as your classmates start to panic… all except one. A girl with a tight ponytail and a long scar across her eye sits alone in the back row of the plane, silent and unfazed.

Lila: Tim! Safety first! Please find a seat!

You look for an empty space around you… You tumble into the seat beside Quinn as the plane lurches violently! Quinn’s face is drawn tight, refusing to look.

Quinn: Hff… hff…

Tim: Just breathe. It’ll pass.

Quinn: This can’t happen… not yet… it’s too soon.

Quinn grips the armrests tightly. Her chest rises and falls shallowly, as if she’s having trouble breathing. You rest your hand gently on top of hers.

Tim: I’m here. You’re not alone. We’ll be okay.

Quinn: I…

She relaxes and lets out a deep sigh. When she opens her eyes, they meet yours.

Quinn: Thank you…

She offers you her hand. You take it. She smiles sweetly, and it somehow makes all the shouting and alarms fade to the background.

Quinn: I’m Quinn.

Tim: Tim.

Jake: Just a little farther! I think we’re almost out!

Just as the lightning reaches fever pitch, the plane bursts out of the storm clouds into clear sky!

Raj: Woooooooohoooooo! We’re alive!

Quinn: Tim, look! There it is…

Jake: Get a good look now, ‘cause we’re coming in fast! Welcome to La Huerta.

The plane sinks toward the gorgeous, sprawling island. At its center, a volcano rises above the rainforest, breathing a white column of smoke.

Jake: La Huerta Tower, this is tail number XC-DMK, requesting emergency priority to land!

Radio: …

Jake: Carlos! Pick up, you lazy bastard. It’s Jake!

Radio: …

Jake: Ignoring me won’t make me forget the hundred bucks you owe me. Like it or not, we’re coming in!

The plane lands on a dirt airstrip at the edge of the island, pulling into a hangar. You step down the stairs into the warm tropical sunshine.

Tim: Rough landing, Joker. Hope you don’t work for tips.

Jake: You kidding? I’m a damn hero for even getting you on the ground! Carlos, I need a tune-up! … Carlos!

As Jake marches off, the rest of your group pulls their luggage from the plane’s cargo bay…

Quinn: This island’s supposed to be one of the most beautiful places on earth. The beaches, the waterfalls…

Grace: It’s also home to a plethora of rare flora and fauna!

Craig: Only ten spots on the trip, and they had to give one to this dork…

You reach for your suitcase handle just as Sean does.

Sean: Oh, sorry!

Tim: If you wanna carry my bag, go right ahead.

Michelle: Oh my god. Could you be any more desperate?

A pretty girl in heavy makeup drapes her arms around Sean.

Michelle: People like you always hover around the spotlight like moths.

Tim: Spotlight?

Michelle: Yeah, right. As if you don’t know who Sean is.

Craig: Seriously? Our superstar quarterback? … The Heisman frontrunner?

Sean: Guys, it’s cool. Chill out--

Michelle: Look, Sean doesn’t need any famehounds hanging around, got it?

Tim: Exactly. So what are you doing here?

Michelle: Ex-cuse me?!

Tim: You heard me. You’re just stalling to think up a comeback. Don’t worry. I’ll wait.

Michelle: You--

Sean: Michelle, can you chill? And I don’t mean Netflix and chill. I mean actual chill. Please.

As Michelle starts arguing with Sean, you back away. Your foot clinks on something.

Tim: Huh? What’s this?

Diego: Is that… a tranquilizer dart? The vial’s nearly empty. It must’ve hit its target.

Tim: Yeah, and this is a pretty big dose. Whatever animal they took down must’ve been huge.

Diego: You mean, if they took it down.

You look up and see someone watching you from nearby, listening to your conversation.

Tim: Hey, Diego… who is that?

Diego: Dunno. Got eyes for the mysterious hottie, huh?

Tim: There’s something… off about her.

Diego: What gives you that idea?

Tim: She’s too quiet.

Diego: Quiet? So what? I’m quiet. Well, when I’m not around you.

Tim: I guess you’re right. I don’t know why I’m being suspicious.

Diego: Huh… well, there is one thing.

Tim: What?

Diego: We were told that ten students from our college had won this trip, right? Obviously we’re not counting the pilot or the guide, but… Count us off. She makes eleven.

You look in the girl’s direction once more, and this time she’s staring directly back at you. Your eyes lock. You try to look away, but for some reason you can’t, as if she’s pulling you in with her gaze.

Jake: Hey, Lila! Where the hell are your people?

Jake storms back, and at last the silent girl looks away. The strange hold over you dissipates. You shake it off.

Jake: There’s nobody here!

You all look around. You and your group are still the only people at the airstrip.

Lila: They should be here in a shuttle to take us up to the main resort, but… I’m sure it’s just a slight delay! No need to fret! They’ll be here any minute.

Jake: The hell with that. I’m going up to that control tower to get some answers.

Tim: What do you think is going on here?

Jake: No idea… Call it a gut feeling, but whatever it is, it ain’t good. So, Boy Scout? You comin’ or not?

Michelle: I could go with you--

Jake: Wasn’t talkin’ to you, Maybelline.

Lila: Um, okay! I guess, the rest of you, please follow me? We’ll take the short walk up the hill to the resort. Sounds fun, right? Yay! Um, Quinn? Where are you going?

Quinn is skipping past Lila, unbuttoning her blouse.

Quinn: Some of us want to explore the beach a little first! We’ll meet you guys at the hotel! Oof, this button’s stuck. Tim, could you help me?

Tim: Oh! Sure…

Quinn draws close to you, and you help her undo the last button. She slips out of her top.

Quinn: Ahh, that’s better! You’re coming to the beach with us, right?

Tim: I’m tired. I’ll just head up to the hotel now.

Your group gradually winds your way up the paved road, rolling your suitcases. You’re beginning to fatigue when you come around the bend and see it…

Lila: May I be the first to welcome you all to The Celestial!

Grace: We get to stay here?!

Zahra: Huh. Maybe this trip won’t suck.

Sean: Well? What are we waiting for? Let’s check out our rooms.

Your group excitedly heads toward the lobby, passing under a long, ornamented overhang, while Lila launches into her rehearsed speech.

Lila: ‘The Celestial Hotel and Resort, the jewel of the Caribbean, boasts 25 stories and 1,200 suites of the finest tropical accommodations you can imagine. Built on the island of La Huerta, which means ‘The Garden’, the Celestial ranked in Travel and Leisure’s top ten global hotels last year.’

The automatic doors slide open welcomingly, and you enter the crisp air conditioning of the lobby… Every last one of you freezes where they stand.

Tim: Um…

Lila: I… I don’t understand.

The silence is deafening. The front desk stands deserted. Suitcases and luggage carts lie unattended. On a table, a half-finished wine glass gathers dust.

Zahra: If this place is supposed to be so great… Then where the hell is everyone?

#endless summer #choices es #choices #playchoices #bad choices

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gamingofkenna · 6 years ago

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KH3 Day 7

I only have three plot-related achievements to go, so I think I’m pretty close to the end....!

I do Not like flying around in this giant space cube. Free me.

the Keyblade Graveyard I’m very worried. The Sephiroths appear and start talking about trying to start another dark war, but for the purpose of the great creation that comes after the war or something like that. So OK, pretty standard ‘im gonna do the evil thing for the benefit of all’ bad guy BS.

There are a million enemies onscreen how is the CPU handling this.

So they find ‘Terra’ but he’s been possessed by the villains, and his hair literally turns white. I’m real sick of white hair being the villain marker. Look your hair color should say nothing about the character of your heart this is not a mechanic I’m here for.

Why are they still protecting Kairi when her whole shtick this game was that she wanted to be strong enough to fight for herself and protect Sora? I’m also pretty sick of the ‘cute tiny eternally-underaged-looking girl who must be protected while she stands there defenseless’ trope. Let her fight. She and Axel trained together idk what her background before this was but she should at least be about as ready to fight as he is?? Let me see Kairi’s keyblade. Let her kill the big bad.

So... we lose. There’s practically a gameover scene. And then we’re back up to the chess board, except they’re different chess players? They look like maybe the same players, but younger now, and there’s a ‘checkmate’ by mini-Sephiroth, but young Hanzo pulls his king back and says the game isn’t over.

The Final World.

OK so all of this is.... very meta and existential and dramatic. Can we talk about how the spikes in Sora’s hair make it look like he has cat ears on close ups?

I don’t... really understand what happened with Kairi there. Was she the star in the final world, and by talking to her there Sora already saved her? (Was it possible to get through the final world without talking to that star? I wanted to talk to ALL of the stars it was so weird and sad and interesting) Was she never really gone in the first place because Sora seeing them all get taken and assuming all was lost was really jumping the gun on his part?

Why are we... repeating this scene? Did we time travel? I think we time traveled.

HOLY FRICK HOLY FRICK HOLY FRICK

OK we revived all the keyblades from the original keyblade weirders but these looks like usernames?? Like Earthbound ending level meta but where are these usernames drawn from??? Is this just meant to SEEM like you’re calling upon the community or do these actually come from the KH community, winning the day for us?? Either way that was SO COOL!

The X-man is trying to make the X-blade. My joke comes full circle.

So the whole picking everyone off one by one thing is very tedious yes, but ALSO very thematic and I love getting closure on all of these faceless nameless pions. Blue-haired-guy gets a happy ‘death’. Weird antennae girl gets a happy death. Sora reassures someone’s just going to get ‘recompleted’ whatever that means and it sounds VERY dystopian scifi.

ROXAS IS BACK THE BLACK CLOAK GOOD GUYS TRIO IS REUNITED!! Yay congrats y’all!!! The girl’s name is Xion apparently which is funny to me, both that it’s another X name, and because I finally realize where that weird Japanese manga name ‘Shion’ comes from.

Ugh don’t kidnap Kairi again this is getting so boring.

So Xion must be the girl Axel was seeing in Kairi when he was kidnapped and trapped with her on a deserted island by a crazy wizard. They do look a little similar? Not that there’s enough variety in face models for that to be important - two main characters are literally like identical twins or something.

Y’know this fight would be so much easier if Roxas and Xion didn’t look exactly like the bad guy I’m fighting.

Why do all the trios have one girl? I mean I know the answer is sexism but what’s the in-universe answer? Is one of the ‘guys’ really nonbinary and it’s now my job to figure out which one it is in every trio because that’s what I’m doing now.

Now we freed Terra!! I think that’s everyone we were trying to find? Except the girl who’s in Kairi, and now we’re also looking for Kairi again ugh. Look Kairi doesn’t need to be a butt-kicking hero of the day like Aqua is, but can you elevate her somewhat above ‘cute little girl who is always in trouble’?

Last big fight with the Sephiroths, and then we’re coming for you, Baldie.

Aaaaaand.... he killed Kairi? Or something? I guess we know that coming back from the dead is totally an option so.

And we are In! Kingdom! Hearts! I think!

OK wait actually X-man calls this ‘Scala ad Caelum’, the nexus where all the worlds are born. Literally the ladder to heaven. Probably the topmost level of the Inception dream - beyond this is literally only our actual reality.

I died like fifteen times in that fight.

So one of X-man’s moves was literally to pull the light out of Sora, turning him into the dark Sora form that I jump into whenever my health is low and I really don’t wanna die. I’m still not sure if I morally should be doing rage form or not.

TERRA HAS BEEN HANZO THIS WHOLE TIME??????

Holy friiiiiiiiiick ok so the chess game was a long time ago, like when the first Keyblade war was.... and Terra’s teacher along with X-man were there, or something, being the chess players, and grew up to be the Keyblade teachers - except X-man was all doomsday prophet and all that, and decided to do time travel shenanigans to try to reset the whole world. Which like, valid? But also Sora’s whole ‘thats not your call to make’ should be your FIRST thought when you decide the world sucks and you wanna reset it!!

Anyway, Hanzo/Equius/whatever his name is.... probably like died or something in a previous game, or maybe even before the series started, except death is fake and he lived on metaphysically to help the new kids stop his old chess-mate (lol) from resetting the world and hopefully now y’all can CHILL.

Is Kingdom Hearts like actually just the moon tho. Was this game Majora’s Mask the whole time.

“His heart and his mind are made up” yeah but like technically.... this whole game is made up....

No joke if I was even a hair more invested in this I would be crying, I would be sobbing about this ending sequence, everyone moving on and being happy and having friends and the cat-thing found not-Roxas and some girl gets put in the replica body I don’t know who she is - is she Namine?? - but Riku is really happy and I don’t know how y’all can stand this. They’re playing on the beach with old bad guys and and Kairi is there in the sunset and they’re holding hands and Sora is gone???? He pulls a Luke Skywalker and vanishes what is this???

There’s more after the credits - eyepatch from before shows up at the Keyblade graveyard, with the black box everyone was hunting for earlier and promptly forgot about. Four white-robed people with animal masks show up too.... I don’t get any of this, but it suggests there’s something bad still on the horizon (of course).

Then we’re back to the chess game and baby Hanzo says there’s a new game - baby X has seven pieces (four of them have animal tops like from the previous scene) and then Hanzo pulls out the king (representing Sora!) and says ‘Just watch’!! So??? New series???

OK and I didn’t get enough hidden mickeys to unlock the secret ending to brb while I do that.

OK SO THE SECRET ENDING IS JUST AN AD FOR THE NEXT GAME.

I would assume at least - I actually looked up the phrase and apparently it’s nonsense that’s at the end of all the games so that’s nothing - but we see Sora, alive, and he and Riku are in the Verum Rex world, so I’m guessing.... that means something? There’s more I guess is what it means.

OK it’s midnight, I’m spending three more bucks just to sleep and turn this game in tomorrow, I’m posting this tonight and I’ll make a proper post-game tomorrow.

#kh3 spoilers #kh spoilers #kingdom hearts spoilers #kingdomheartsnewbie #txt

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micerhat · 6 years ago

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Ghost, Pantera, Lamb of God, Cannibal Corpse, Rammstein, Iron Maiden, Motley Crue, Black Sabbath

Ghost: Guilty Pleasure: Bold of you to assume I would admit guilt! …kidding. 80′s movies/media would probably be that. Tons of offensive things, but I can still enjoy them while recognizing that they’re offensive. C’mon… John Candy’s stuff is awesome.

Pantera: Outdoors - Yay or Nay: When I was younger? I loved the outdoors - mainly because it got me out of the house/away from my parents, I’d wander my town on my bike with a couple of bucks in my pocket and just wander the woods, climb the valley and look down at it, play around pumping stations, play in creeks, climb anthracite shale piles, play in coal breakers.

Ya know, shit like that. I’d wander and think of stories and yeah… now? It involves too much preparing, I got kids to chase, it’s Florida and uuuuuuugh humidity. I enjoy nature, but a bit more from my window vs being in it.

Lamb of God: Favorite State: I’d say New York if it’s like, the Syracuse area, New York city is fun, but I always liked visiting my cousins and hanging out around there. Second best, Florida if it’s like, Fort Lauderdale, it’s a place that doesn’t roll up the sidewalks after 6 pm and it was the first place I lived in on my own.

Cannibal Corpse: Creepiest Moment: I worked at a haunted movie theater back in college. It was one of those art house places, I loved it, odd folks working there but anyway I told this story once on reddit so….

Had a whole history, the building was a storage for circus animals to winter in during the off season, burnt down, it got turned into a classical theater. Got bought out and turned into a single screen movie theater, later remodeled into a four screen theater, which was it’s incarnation when I started working there.

Apparently two people had died there, one suicide, the other accident. (Guy fell through the ceiling tiles into the seats)

You had the run of the mill stories, well so and so was closing and all of a sudden all the bathroom stall doors started opening and closing on their own violently. One manager swore seeing a guy trying to hide between the last row of seats and the wall during the last walk, you couldn’t fit a hand into that space, no less a grown man.

You’d hear faint voices, stuff like that, the front theaters closest to the lobby were fine, but it was the back pair that were the issue because you would go in to start cleaning and immediately feel like someone was watching you. So theater on the right, I’d call Joe and theater on the left I’d call Paul - morning Joe, just sweeping up, man this is a bad movie huh? Stuff like that. Joe was fine. Just wanted a hello and the place would feel fine.

Paul was the asshole that’d leave the hair on the back of your neck up or have you trip on nothing at all, and you’d just get into the habit of telling Paul to behave out of instinct. (It was habit anyway, I used to wander or take photographs in cemeteries back home and always had that superstition of ‘unless you want something following you home - be nice’)

Worst encounter I had was I was doing my usher thing, sweeping up after the last show of the night, I’m by myself in the theater, projection guy hasn’t made his way to the booth yet, manager was counting the till in the office, other closer is getting concessions stocked up front, so it’s still low lights after the credits, music is off and all of a sudden it feels like someone is creeping up behind me.

Don’t hear anything, still sweeping and - bam - I get a jolt like when someone grabs you from behind and digs their fingers hard into your ribs, like that Gotcha! kinda thing. I whip around expecting the other guy closing is screwing around - nothing. No one is behind me. I’m in the middle of a row, by myself.

Pretty much go ‘Fuck this’ drop my broom and bin and just sprinted out of the theater and up the hall to the lobby. Was too freaked out to check for marks, but I remember it felt like fingers digging into my sides.I guess my telling him to behave was taken as a ‘okay smart-ass, let me give you a reason as to why you need to tell me to behave’ kinda thing, I refused to clean that theater solo, I’d only do it if the projection guy was in the booth or the other closer was with me.

Rammenstein: Languages: I’d like to improve my Spanish, but otherwise Japanese - I was born on a naval base in Okinawa and it would be nice to visit there someday.

Iron Maiden: School Subject: Art followed by English/Literature/Creative Writing whatever the hell you want to call it these days now. I also really liked Shop (woodworking) and that class where you had to learn how to type on a typewriter and they stuck that box over your hands so you couldn’t see the keys and chicken peck.

Motley Crüe: Biggest Romantic Moment: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Did I ever tell you about the time I got locked in the lobby of a slowly dying strip-mall with my boyfriend (the one that was on again off again that I dumped upon graduation in my ‘fuck this town - clean slate’) So imagine this, it’s winter. I think it’s somewhere around Valentines or something, but we were on one of our dates - aka Walk around town because he never took me to his house, so we got something to eat and he said ‘hey lets go over to the mall’ its mostly dead at this time, all the stores have been going out of business and shutting down, so they kept these doors open because there was one determined nail business riding it out in the carcass.

Its evening, its low light, he gets his guitar, he’s still looking dead fucking handsome with his blonde hair and light blue eyes, he plays me couple of songs ‘Wish You Were Here’ by Pink Floyd, we make out, we snuggle… don’t go farther because I guess he never got the nerve even though at that time I was down for something that wasn’t screwed up (fuck you, dad) - we go to leave because I’m paranoid about the time and absolutely terrified of my mother being angry - we’re locked in.

So yeah, would’ve been romantic, instead was me freaking out and we had to use the payphone to call I think it was the police and the guy who maintained the property to let us out. I still look back on the what-if fondly.

Black Sabbath: Favorite Metal Band: I like Ghost currently, I always like Alice Cooper, I still like Deep Purple and if it’s like Grave Digger from 93? Yes. Not sure what I listen to that counts as metal vs rock vs punk vs alternative.

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worldviewcast · 6 years ago

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Stout Advice

(Apologies for the OoC-ness of this, I don’t have the best grasp on the characters)

A loud, excited knocking rung through the apartment. Zigzag looked up- who was there? It didn’t sound like a solicitor…

He slowly got up and stretched out the kinks in his back- he had been sitting for far too long- and stumbled over to the door. Looking though the peephole, he saw messy orange hair and ears.

“Kisa?” he said, cracking the door.

Kisa bounded in, nearly knocking Zig over with her excitement. “Hiya Zig! Yay, you aren’t busy!! Everyone else is, the fuckers, so I came to play with you!!” she said, her already-flushed face getting even brighter. She bounced around Zigzag and into the apartment, looking over at the movies and games intently, her tail twitching from side to side.

“K-kisa, are… are you drunk?” Zigzag said helplessly, closing the door and trailing behind her.

Kisa looked up. “Yep! I was partying with Tang but then he got called away by his dad- something emergency something- and Finch wasn’t home and I’m BORED! So I came here!” she said excitedly, pulling out some games and movies. “Oooo, these look fun!!” she said, bouncing on her toes.

Zigzag had to fight the panic that was welling up inside of him- he was already stressed about his program, he hadn’t slept, it was- “Kisa, it’s the middle of the night!” he exclaimed, looking over at his computer’s clock.

“I know!” Kisa said, rolling her eyes. “Why do you think I was partying?! I don’t during the day silly!”

Zigzag took a deep breathe and hid his face for a moment. It was just Kisa, calm down, she was just excited… nevertheless, the walls felt like they were closing in.

Kisa finally noticed his distress and jumped in front of him, staring up intently. “Wass wrong Zig?” she asked.

Zigzag almost wanted to tell her to leave, but that’d be rude, Kisa was a friend, she needed someone to be with her… so he said the next thing that came to mind. “Kisa, I… I need to… to get back to work…” he mumbled, taking his hands away to nervously point at his computer.

Kisa rolled her eyes. “Boorring! All you do is work! Take a break!” she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the TV. Zig stumbled after her, stuttering protests, but Kisa ignored them. She sat him on the couch and shoved a controller in his hands. “Here! We’re playing Army vs. Zombie! Now let’s go!”

She bounced up and put the game in, impatiently going through the menu and squealing when the map came up. “Thisis gunna be fun!!” she said, rushing forward in-game and getting killed almost immeditaltly. “Aw, rats! Zig, heal me! …Zig!”

Zigzag had almost completely zoned out as he spiraled inward, already overwhelmed from his work and now… he could barely keep himself from breaking down.

Kisa frowned, poked him a few times, and said, “What is wrong Zig! You’re so out of it!”

Zigzag’s words just spilled out of him. “I- it’s late- I- tired- I can’t- program- I can’t do anything!!” he wailed, burying his head in his hands again.

Kisa just stared at him, her drunk brain taking a bit to decipher what Zig was actually saying. “You stayed up working didnt ya?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “Well too bad! Come on loser, let’s play!”

“I KNOW I’M A LOSER SHUT UP!!” Zigzag exclaimed, his voice breaking from unshed tears.

That got Kisa’s attention. She fully put down her controller and turned to face him. “What is up with you?! You aren’t acting normal!”

Zig just breathed heavily, trying not to cry from pure exhaustion, anxiety, and stress. “I- I can’t… I can’t… not good enough…” he muttered, voice broken.

Kisa rolled her eyes. “Of course you can play the game! Why wouldn’t you?!”

“Not the game! My program! It- it won’t work, I can’t do it!”

Kisa looked over at the computer, then back at Zigzag. “So what?! It’s just a program! Big deal! Just do something else!”

“I can’t! It- it’s a job, I can’t just quit!!” Zigzag said, voice high.

“Then quit! Do something else! Just stop moping mopey pants! When has that helped anyone?!”

“But I.. I’m not good… at anything… else… I… what… do I do…” Zigzag said, near whisper.

Once again Kisa rolled her eyes. “Is that’s what worrying you! Come on Zig, buck up! You’re great at a lot of things! Anime, geeking, programming, being a dork! I’m sure you can do something!!”

“But I’m not Dad!” Zigzag exclaimed. “I'll never be Dad!”

“Oh come on, of course you’re not! You’re you! Why would you wanna be that dweeb anyways? He’s soooo boring!”

“Because he’s successful and famous and like and…and…” Zigzag replied.

“So what?! You don’t care about that! Who cares about fame?! Come on Zig, you’re being dumb! Snap out of it!”

“I am dumb,” Zig said quietly. “I’m just a failure.”

Kisa’s eyes nearly rolled out of her skull at that one. “You been watchin’ goth anime again? You sound like a drag! Look Zig,” she said, grabbing his skull and forcing him to look at her. “You are not dumb, you are not a failure, you’re just a dweeb with an anime obsession! You’re you! So be you, okay?!” she said, shaking his head back and forth.

Zigzag’s eyelights rolled around until Kisa let him go, and he put a hand to his skull, groggily saying, “I… I know I’m me… but…”

“No buts! Enough of shitting on yourself! You’re Zigzag, Mr. I-know-every-language, Mr. I-started-working-at-14, Mr. lives-alone-programming! You’ve made it this far, and you’re gunna let one STUPID program stop you?! Come on!”

Zigzag was silent for a second, then started to laugh, softly at first, then louder and louder, clapping a hand to his forehead. Kisa just looked annoyed, and shouted, “Hey, I’m being serious here!!”

“S-sorry!” Zigzag said, suddenly stopping laughing and blushing slightly. “I just… it sounds so funny! Worrying so much over one program!”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say this whole time!!” Kisa shouted, throwing her hands in the air. “Now will you please stop moping and play this game?!”

Zigzag chuckled nervously and said, “S-sure. Sleep can wait. Let go fight some zombies!” he said, picking up his controller, eyes determined,and jumped into the game/

Kisa just sat back with a determined face. Stupid dork, makin’ me be so serious she thought. I ain’t a therapist! But… at least Ziggy’s happy she thought, looking over at the smiling Zigzag, and gave a self-satisfied purr and settled into playing the game.

Alaina says : Pfffffft - yeah its a little OOC but its still a cute idea and close to what would actually happen, Kisa is always trying to cheer people up in her own.....weird way. XD

#fanfic #kisara #zigzag #worldview fanafic #awwww #:333 #submission

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thebibliomancer · 7 years ago

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #196: The Terrible Toll of the Taskmaster

June, 1980

Annnnnnnd we’re back.

Sorry for missing days. When I get sick I get sick bad and also grumpy.

But now we’re back and continue with Taskmaster’s inaugural story.

He has an interesting costume.

So last times: The Avengers were having a slow day for once until a guy called Selbe burst in and asked for help. Some orderlies from the Solomon Institute of the Criminally Insane came to retrieve him but Wasp felt something was amiss and perhaps decomposed in the nation of Denmark. So she followed them back to the Institute, snuck in, and got captured.

The Avengers followed Wasp and Yellowjacket and Ant-Man snuck in, and got captured. But then they fought their way free and got captured again.

This has just been a very repetitive day for the insect-themed size-changing superhero cadre.

This time:

Taskmaster has mastered the task of thinking about how to keep shrinking superheroes captive and put the three in clamps that apparently atomically bond with the wrists and ankles so if they try shrinking, they’ll lose their hands and feet and those are important for superhero work.

Also Taskmaster talks in a very casual, colloquial way. Drops his g’s off the end of words and such. Makes him sound more muscle than the guy who masterminded a series of mook training academies but its possibly part of why people like him so much.

Wasp asks who he is and Taskmaster decides the best way to show what he’s all about is ordering a squad of his trainees to try to murder him so he can show off by beating them up.

Pro-tip: If a teacher ever asks you to physically assault them, its probably a ruse and you’re going to get your ass kicked to make the teacher look good. Its the Ushan DeLucca method. That and a hefty dose of fantasy Seasonal Affective Disorder.

Anyway, Taskmaster promises ten grand to any trainee that masters the task of murdering him and then kicks all their asses.

He shows off his shield throwing technique (just as good as Captain America’s), his Daredevil-tier billy club technique, his Spider-Man-esque gymnastics, and archery that could be compared to Hawkeye’s.

And then after he beats up the trainee squad, he docks them pay for sleeping on duty while Wasp marvels vacantly at Taskmaster’s skill.

Wasp: “Th-that... that was incredible! But how -- ?”

Taskmaster: “I’d like to say I work hard at it, sweetcheeks, but t’be perfectly honest, it just comes natural. Y’see, I was born with what the shrinks call ‘photographic reflexes.’ That’s somethin’ like ‘photographic memory,’ only it’s a whole lot scarcer!”

He discovered it growing up when he would watch cowboy shows on TV and then perfectly pull off the same rope tricks he had just seen without any practice.

And it wasn’t just rope tricks, obviously. Otherwise he’d be... the Lassoman or something. He realized he could duplicate any action exactly just by watching it done. He made himself the hero of the football team by watching one pro-game.

He even considered become a superhero to make more of his special talents but realized that the big bucks were made on the criminal side of things.

But he realized that the downside to becoming a criminal was all the superheroes that all of a sudden wanted to punch you so he prepared by watching newscasts, documentaries, and anything that showed the heroes on film so he could pick up their sweet moves.

Hence why he carries around what he carries around. He picked up all of Captain America’s shield moves, Hawkeye’s archery, Daredevil’s billyclubbery, etc. Also he carries around a lasso because I guess you just don’t forget your first.

But in the midst of all this learning, Taskmaster realized something else. Being a supervillain could be lucrative but it could also get you beaten up by superheroes a lot and who needs that hassle?

So instead he decided to set up a string of academies where he could train goons for the idiots on the frontline getting beaten up by superheroes.

He’s a very pragmatic guy. He once mentioned during Avengers Academy that he just works for whoever pays the best. He’s not in it to rule the world or make the big score. He’s happy getting a continuous supply of income by providing a necessary but probably illegal service.

And his operations have been running smoothly AND secretly for years.

Then Dr. Solomon went and ruined all of that by getting superheroes involved.

Way to be, Dr. Solomon! After Taskmaster trusted you with an administrator job!

Taskmaster tosses him to the ground but says he’s a fair man and will give him a chance to defend himself. If he beats Taskmaster, despite Taskmaster just having beaten an entire squad of trained warriors and Dr. Solomon never even holding a firearm before, then Dr. Solomon gets to live.

I’d give you one guess as to what happens but you don’t even need that many.

Dr. Solomon fires some kind of gun (it was on the table with Ant-Man’s helmet so its possibly Yellowjacket’s Disruptor pistol but he doesn’t even use that anymore) but the recoil was so bad that it hit Taskmaster’s shield without Taskmaster even having to move the shield.

That’s just really bad, Dr. Solomon.

But before Taskmaster can kill Dr. Solomon, something happens to stop him.

Dr. Solomon has a heart attack and dies while complaining what a common way to die it is.

And Taskmaster just declares him a wimp.

Anyway. Now that disciplinary proceedings are done, time to get the business back on track. They need to kill the superheroes so operations can resume and age up Selbe so he can replace Dr. Solomon so nobody notices he’s missing.

Meanwhile, outside, the Avengers continue to stand around in the snow and wait.

But while they wait, Iron Man thinks some Thoughts about how far the Avengers have come.

Iron Man: “Funny, I should be thinking about the danger we may soon face -- but I can’t keep my mind off of us, the Avengers... and how we’ve changed. Use to be we’d bicker at the drop of a hat, squabble over any little difference. But now it seems we’ve hit the right combination -- or maybe we’ve just matured.”

As an example he thinks of Wonder Man, who lost nearly a decade in suspended animation, and Beast, who went overnight from acclaimed scientist to a blue, furry freak. Harsh words, Tony.

But they accept one another not just as coworkers but as friends. No matter what they look like or how they act. And he reflects that its a shame ‘normal’ people can’t learn to behave similar.

Also: while he’s reflecting on how it takes many kinds to make a fruit cup, some ants crawl over his face and obstruct his vision.

Which he realizes is a signal from Yellowjacket or Ant-Man!

Time to stop standing in the snow and Avengers Assemble!

Meanwhile, inside, Taskmaster contemplates on what to do with his captive heroes. Maybe use them as target dummies in his dagger-throwing class?

To be fair, they are all dummies. Ya dummies.

But then the Avengers make like famous X-Factor member the Kool-Ade Man and OH YEAH right through the wall.

Iron Man: “We’re the Avengers, mister. And you’re holding three of our friends against their will.”

Captain America: “Will you release them now -- or do we have to start breaking things more painful than walls?”

According to Wasp, before the helmet was taken away, he was the one who managed to signal for his ants to get help.

Taskmaster: “Well, I guess that’s just o’ matter of live an’ learn, dumplin’.”

So he signals a group of specialists he just finished training for Hammerhead. Cyber-Squad X!

Who look touch but Iron Man isn’t worried and decides to see if they can stand up to a full-intensity wide-beam repulsor blast!

Apparently they can.

I won’t lie. I love it when comics do gags like that.

Apparently one of the Cyber-Squadders X had a device that could reflect Iron Man’s repulsors right back at him. Which means there’s nothing for it but for the Avengers to get in the thick of things and scrum.

SCRUM!

... Apparently Vision shot someone in the face with his eye lasers but more than that Beast apparently makes people smell his feet as a battle tactic.

Truly the ways of superheroes are fantastical.

Selbe (remember him?) realizes that all these people are risking their lives for him (not true, they’re here for the Wasp) and decides its time he did something to help them.

He grabs a piece of rubble and KLOPPs a guard in the head to knock him out and steal his gun and blasts the stasis controls, freeing Ant-Man, the Wasp, and Yellowjacket!

Yay, Selbe!

And then Ant-Man quickly puts his helmet on because maybe all these criminals have seen his face already but god forbid the Avengers do!

Ant-Man: “My daughter’d kill me if everyone else found out my secret identity before she did!”

And the various superheroes continue to fight the Cyber-Squad X while Captain America and Iron Man break through the fight to confront the master of tasks himself, the Taskmaster.

Cap attacks Taskmaster but Taskmaster perfectly counters his moves and when Iron Man circles behind to try to sneak repulsor attack, Taskmaster fires a disruptor arrow to neutralize Iron Man.

He knew that Iron Man would circle around because its what he would have done and he masters tasks. ITS IN THE NAME.

Taskmaster: “Man, what an opportunity! I could take the Avengers on, one-on-one, an’ maybe, with my reflexes... I could defeat them all! But then again, maybe I couldn’t! There ain’t no bucks in feedin’ an ego -- an’ it’d be awful hard runnin’ business from a jail cell!”

So he kludds Cap with his shield and then kraks him with a bow and then makes a break for it. And he even closes a blast door behind him so Iron Man and Cap can’t follow.

PRAGMATISM!

New plan. He’ll run to central control and flood the entire facility with sleep gas, which will take care of everyone but Iron Man and Vision and then-

A metal woman?

At some point Jocasta snuck away from the group so she could be standing in Taskmaster’s way right at this moment. And also he doesn’t know who she is so he doesn’t know what she’ll do.

He throws his mighty shield but Jocasta just puts up a force field. So he shoots an electro-shaft to short the field out and Jocasta blasts the arrow so the electrical energy is released near him instead.

Taskmaster: “Blast you, robot! I’ve never seen you before! Don’t know what you’re gonna do next! But just gimme time, an’ I’ll --”

And then Wasp and Yellowjacket shoot him in the face.

Because Jocasta bought time for the rest of the Avengers to clean up the Cyber-Goon-Squad X and catch up.

Iron Man: “So now it’s just you and us, Taskmaster. And I suggest you come along peacefully. Unless you think you can take all of the Avengers on at once!”

Which he doesn’t think he can do. And he’s not willing to roll the dice on it either. So he makes like a Dragon Ball character and uses some magnesium flares to blind the Avengers so he can expeditiously retreat.

By the time Iron Man gets his vision back (having been fortunate enough that he had peril-sensitive shades built into his helmet, basically), Taskmaster has already gotten back to his super high tech ship which is jetting away.

Vision was the second to get his vision back, humorously enough. I mean, I find it humorous because I kept trying to capitalize the V when I talk about vision the idea of seeing and not the synthezoid.

Iron Man tells Vision that Taskmaster is gone but he has a feeling it won’t be the last they hear of him.

Anyway, back downstairs to check on the people who aren’t as good at recovering vision like Vision.

Iron Man tells the Avengers that Taskmaster got away.

Captain America: “That’s too bad. But at least we’ll be around to have a next time -- thanks to Jocasta. Lady, we’ve had a tendency to overlook you in the past, but I think I speak for the whole group when I say -- that’s about to change.”

Vision: “As one who has discovered the benefits of companionship in a similar manner, Jocasta... welcome.”

Jocasta: “‘Welcome’...? You know, I think I like that word. Yes... I think I like it very much.”

You will believe that even an android without tear ducts can feel like crying but not physically be able to!

I mean, sucks that it takes literally saving the entire team for them to give her the time of day but finally! Justice for Jocasta! Small talk and conversations and anecdotes! Give unto her your socializing!

Just please. Writers. Give her stuff to do! Don’t let this be the Falcon again except she was on the team longer and has done LESS.

That aside: Taskmaster?

I think he has a good showing for why he’s a lasting and beloved villain. He doesn’t really have the motivation to try to take over the world or become god or kill that blasted Richards like Dr. Doom but he’s not really a villain of the week like Sandman or Stilt-Man either. He has bigger ambitions than robbing banks but smaller ones than robbing worlds.

He figured out a good pragmatic way to rake in ill-gotten gains without having to go out and engage in fighting superheroes himself.

And when superheroes did get involved in his work he had the clarity to see that discretion was way better than valor. Like 1000 times better.

And his powers are interesting, if not flashy, and present a way that he can punch way out of his weight class.

Some writers take it too far where super reflexes just means he wins unless you can come up with something unexpected when really even if he can imitate moves perfectly, he shouldn’t be able to do them with the same power or speed as some of the people he’s imitating.

But he’s an interesting dude and I can see why he stuck around.

Even if the way the story started wasn’t the strongest. I feel like there’s a disconnect between ‘growing a clone for free organ transplants’ and ‘super academy for training supervillain goons’ and I get that part of the point is that Dr. Solomon goofused up by spending resources on this and then got the Avengers involved when Taskmaster would have been running things on the DL forever.

But I feel that ‘growing a clone for free organ transplants’ is an interesting enough concept in its own right, even if it is now several movies, that it didn’t need to just be the opening band for Taskmaster.

And more could have been done with ‘super academy for training supervillain goons’ too honestly. I feel that its a hell of a secret to keep that all these supervillains are getting their goons from one place and the superheroes have remained oblivious.

It feels like there could have been a story in the Avengers trying to unravel the mystery of who is training these nerds and it ends up at Taskmaster.

But I don’t want to judge the comic on what it could have been. It was an interesting enough story of the Avengers saving someone who is not legally a person because the rights for clones are indeterminate in the Marvel Universe, not helped by most clones being grown to mess with Spider-Man or so Mr. Sinister has an inexhaustable supply of Marauders.

Next time, another three part storyline. But one that tangentially relates to Godzilla? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

Follow @essential-avengers because when I was sick I felt bad about not doing posts and that’s good work ethic! Reward me!

#Avengers #Taskmaster #Jocasta #Ant Man #Yellowjacket #the Wasp #Iron Man #Captain America #Ms Marvel #Carol Danvers #the vision #Beast #Wonder Man #Essential Avengers #Essential marvel liveblogging #This proves that news coverage of superheroes only helps supervillains #so peter parker should be egged

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stewystew · 4 years ago

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Ok I wrote this all in the tags of another post but I took my adderall for the first time in a week today and yeah sure, it’s worn off by now, but I’m still vibing so here we go!!! (woo this got longer than I thought it was going to be, so I’m putting the read more in)

I’m going to describe a movie to you.

This is a great movie. In one sentence, it’s a super fun found family heist movie with heavy The Devil Wears Prada vibes. which is like. the ideal set of tropes. Are you on board yet?

On top of that, there’s party-crashing, general thievery, fun costume design, an intense rivalry, a fucking choice montage, and it all ends with five friends and their five dogs living happily ever after in the big house that they stole, The End.

This is Cruella (2021). And the rumors are true, it fucking sucked. But because I actually watched it, I can tell you why it sucked, and it’s NOT that her mom got murdered by Dalmatians (at least that’s not the main reason). I can also tell you how it could be fixed.

Cruella is not actually a bad movie. But also, it very much is. (hope this helps <3) Ok. It’s bad because, of course, Capitalism. Literally the movie I described to you? Sounds super fun and great? If Disney didn’t have an obsession with making a quick buck on the back of its classic franchises, that could’ve been what Cruella was. But instead, they slapped an iconic villain on that super fun heist movie, and ruined the whole thing.

You can’t make Cruella De Vil a hero. You can’t. Other villain rewrites work because they swap the hero and the villain, or at least the villain’s atrocities are swapped out for something more understandable. But. A bunch of puppies can’t be evil. And when Cruella’s entire character is about Being Rich and Killing Puppies, you can’t change her motives or her backstory, because then all you have left is her aesthetic. Which isn’t unimportant, but you can’t build a compelling story out of an aesthetic.

But, that’s what Disney chose to do, I guess.

Here’s what happened:

1) Our main character, Estella, is born with the black and white hair (relying on the aesthetic!) (imo this is bad bc either it’s a cartoony Anime Protagonist Hair thing ooh magic. or it’s poliosis, and that’s ehh bc it’s very much framed as like. Symbolic of her ✨inner evil✨. Which is weird for it being a real thing that real people have.)

2) ANYWAY. She’s kind of a mean kid, but mostly very opinionated. We learn this when she calls a shirt ugly (aha, see? She’s into fashion!), and her mother jokes that she should be called “Cruella” instead of “Estella”. So. Now we have the name thrown in. Again, the aesthetic.

3) Blah blah, she adopts a stray dog, she punches bullies, blah blah, she gets kicked out of school, and she and her mother move to the city (she’s like 12 at this point)

4) but *gasp!* before they get there, her mother has to ask a “friend” for help because they’re poor. (So. there goes the Rich part of Cruella’s character. She no longer has anything in common with Cruella De Vil’s villainy!)

5) The “friend”, though, is very rich, and is throwing a party at her mansion (which is on a cliff). The mom goes in, and Cruella follows her. Cruella ends up getting chased by Dalmatians, but they don’t attack Cruella, instead they end up pushing her mom off the cliff. Cruella thinks it’s her fault because the dogs were chasing her.

6) Cruella goes to the city on her own, and meets two other orphaned kids, Jasper and Horace (we’ll call them J&H) (they also have a dog!), and they all live together and get very very good at stealing shit. Then, it’s like ten years later, and she wears a wig to fit in.

7) She catches the attention of a famous fashion designer (The Baroness) because of how good she is at fashion. The Baroness (who owns Dalmatians!) hires her, and now Cruella’s designing clothes for her. Also, the Baroness’s assistant(?) is Mark Strong, so the “Stanley Tucci in The Devil Wears Prada” vibes are very much there.

8) Cruella finds out that the Baroness is actually her mom’s ex-employer and the “friend” she was talking to before she died, because the baroness has her mother’s necklace, which she says her mother stole from her. The Baroness doesn’t know who Cruella is, though.

9) Cruella tries to steal the necklace back (this is the party she crashes!), and finds out that the Baroness trained the Dalmatians to kill her mother. To get revenge, she creates an alter ego where she goes full Cruella De Vil, the iconic black and white hair and everything, and upstages the Baroness by being better at fashion. (Yay double life! Yay rivalries! Yay fun montage!)

10) oof this is getting long. I’ll try to hurry it up.

11) at one point Cruella wears a fur coat and everyone thinks she’s skinned the Baroness’s Dalmatians for it, but she didn’t. Because she would never hurt a dog! *clutches pearls*

12) J&H are mad because her fashion alter ego is mean to them. She says “lol deal with it” but then later she says “oops sorry i love my friends actually” so. she’s not even that mean.

13) The Baroness tries to kill her, she fails. Mark Strong tells Cruella that she’s actually the Baroness’s daughter, and the Baroness had tried to kill her as a baby. Oh, and Cruella has a scene where she’s all “I’m unapologetically evil!” which might have been better if she were actually. You know. Evil.

14) oh, also the gay character is a guy who owns a little clothing store and he and Cruella are friends. He’s not explicitly gay tho, he’s just good at fashion and wears makeup.

15) So Cruella and her friends (J&H, Mark Strong, Gay Character) all go and crash another party for the One Final Score. It’s at the Baroness’s mansion, on the cliff, and they trick the Baroness into pushing Cruella off the cliff in front of a bunch of people and the Baroness goes to jail.

16) Cruella survives because of a parachute in her dress (lmao), and because she’s the Baroness’s daughter she gets all her money and her mansion and her dogs. And then she and J&H and Mark Strong and Gay Character all live in the big house together with their five dogs and are friends forever the end. :)

17) oh, also, Anita Darling, from 101 Dalmatians, is Cruella’s childhood friend and Cruella gives her two Dalmatian puppies at the end as a gift. Which... Would that make the Dalmatian parents in the movie siblings? :(

So now you see. Or maybe you don’t, and that was all completely incomprehensible. Either way, on to the next part!

So, obviously, it would be a much much better movie if it weren’t about Cruella De Vil, Puppy Murderer, and Disney had produced a goddamn original movie for once :)

Now, literally just trimming all the Disney Franchise gunk off the script would work. All that bad cheesy stuff would be gone, we wouldn’t be teased with the slightly-but-not-actually villainous stuff she does, and I wouldn’t have to spend the entire 2 hours desperately trying and failing to separate the movie and it’s dog-loving protagonist from the puppy murderer.

BUT. I will say that the one thing that Cruella was able to properly utilize was Cruella De Vil’s iconicness. Again, the aesthetic isn’t completely unimportant!

So I think it’d be good to maintain that. sue me. My idea is this:

Our Main Character is just some girl. Similar situation to the movie, but she’s named Ann or Sue or something. She reads The One Hundred and One Dalmatians as a child, and because she’s a Weird Little Girl, becomes obsessed with Cruella De Vil and her entire deal. And the movie proceeds in exactly the same way from then on.

Why does this work? Thank you for asking, I’ll tell you!

Disney gets to keep their dumb Classic Franchise money or whatever because we’re keeping the character

All the fun outfits get to stay the same :)

All that stuff I said about why Cruella De Vil can’t be redeemed? Doesn’t matter now that our character isn’t Cruella. We’re still capitalizing on Cruella De Vil’s icon status as an irredeemable puppy killer, but like. Without actually redeeming the puppy killer in question. Yay!

Weird Little Girls are awesome

We get a cute scene where Main Character is trying and failing to dye her hair like Cruella’s (Cruella’s hair is black and white in the book as well!) Her mom comes into the bathroom, sees half empty dye and bleach bottles in the sink, her hair bright orange. Already, I would die for this kid. (ngl this one’s the main reason I’m so attached to this version)

Ooh, this is the fun part. So, the mom gets pushed off a cliff by Dalmatians. I’m keeping this in. Main Character, of course, thinking WWCDVD? (what would Cruella De Vil do?), is like, actively antagonizing these dogs. The dogs chase her, push the mom off the cliff. It’s still not actually her fault, but the fact that she goaded the dogs into chasing her? HAHAHA WE LOVE SOME GUILT!

Oh, you may be thinking, but if she likes to act like Cruella, would Main Character still adopt that stray dog? I give you a quote from Main Character herself, which I’m totally not just now writing on the spot: “Cruella only wants to wear Dalmatians, I can still like other dogs”. Doesn’t that sound exactly like something our Weird Little Girl would say?

Ah, but what about later, when she adopts those Dalmatians? Main Character likes Cruella’s aesthetic and vibes, but she’s also an adult person with her own sense of self and an awareness that killing dogs is bad.

Anyway. Next slide!

I wouldn’t have to think about the Dalmatians at the end being siblings because 101 DALMATIANS DOESNT HAPPEN IN THIS UNIVERSE IT’S JUST A BOOK!!!

I checked, and One Hundred And One Dalmatians came out in 1956 (the movie is set in the 60s and 70s), so the timeline works! Also, hair bleach was safe to use by the 50s, so my scene in number 5 works too!

TL;DR: Cruella (2021) is a found family heist movie, and could be fixed by making the protagonist a normal person who’s favorite character is Cruella De Vil from the book The One Hundred and One Dalmatians

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk it’s 2 am and I’m fucking exhausted

#I do not care if this doesn’t get a single note I had fun writing it #mine #cruella 2021 #cruella #if this is in any way understandable ur welcome I tried very hard. but I also need to go to bed. so. I’ll see y’all in the morning.#10 bucks says I wake up tomorrow and don’t understand a word of it

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blissfullylostinarabbithole · 7 years ago

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Lopsided

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (gender unspecified)

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Bucky hates seeing you upset, so he gets crafty.

“Noooo! How could you?! I LOVED YOU!” Bucky could hear your shouts all the way in his room, making his stomach knot. On his way to check on you, he wondered what were you talking about; Who did you love? What did he do? Whoever he was, he was going to kill him for upsetting you.

“Y/N?!” he frantically tapped on your bedroom door. “It’s Bucky, are you ok?” The door opened, making his heart ache at seeing the sad look on your face.

“Hey,” you sighed. “What’s up, Buck?”

“I heard you yelling. What’s with the pout?”

You cringed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so loud. It’s just this stupid elephant I wanted.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, did you say ‘elephant’?”

“Yeah.” You pulled at the hem of your shirt, not making eye contact with him. “I found this really cute crocheted elephant online I wanted to buy.”

“Oh!” He exclaimed, glad it wasn’t some guy you were upset over. You looked up him in confusion at his chipper tone, making him blush. “Can I see it?”

“Uh, ok.” You stepped aside to let him in, and led him to your laptop. On the screen, were a bunch of pictures of an adorable stuffed baby elephant.

“So, why can’t you get one?” he inquired. It’s not like you weren’t paid, so he didn’t see a problem.

“Look,” you pointed at some of the other pictures. “see the cat standing near the yarn, and laying in the bin next to the other projects?”

Bucky took a closer look, still not understanding the issue. “I see it. It’s cute.”

“It’s precious!” you agreed. “But I’m allergic to cats. That’s why I can’t buy one.”

“Ohhh. Can’t you find someone else who makes them?” he offered helpfully.

“I’ve looked through lots of sellers, and nine times out of ten, I find a picture with their fur babies too close to the material for comfort,” you sighed, falling back onto your bed dramatically. “Not that it really matters. I doubt any of them change clothes when they make their stuff anyway.”

“Damn, I’m sorry to hear that.” He approached your bed cautiously and took a seat beside you, waiting to see if you’d react.

“Oh well,” you looked over at him with a sad smile. “Maybe my next mission will mend my broken heart.”

“Alright, come on,” Happy you didn’t pull away, Bucky chuckled nervously at the move he was about to make. “What do ya say we go get some ice cream to jump start your recovery? My treat.”

“Yay!” You flung yourself off the bed and took hold of his hand. “I can feel the fissures knitting back together already!”

Bucky was a grinning, blushing mess as you led him out of the room.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bucky saw you off, wishing you the best of luck on your mission. Once you’d left, he began to search for an elephant made by someone who didn’t have pets, or at least didn’t let their pet near the yarn. He gave up looking for a seller after a few days, but found a lot of videos and diagrams explaining how to make things.

“It doesn’t look too hard,” he mused.

Making his decision, he printed out a picture of the original elephant you wanted and headed out to a craft store. There, a few ladies were only too happy to help him. They offered suggestions on yarn, and even told him which hook would work best for the one he chose. Back at the tower, he settled himself in front of his computer, materials in hand, and started the first video.

As it turned out, it was a lot more difficult than he thought. The head came out lumpy, and there was a spot on the side where he accidentally skipped a stitch. He unraveled it and tried again, but it was only slightly better. Assuming he could shape it properly with stuffing, he left it. The body was proving to be much easier, but he hit a snag when a large knot came out of the skein. It took him nearly two hours to untangle it, and decided he’d had enough for the day.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

It wasn't as clean as the one you wanted, but Bucky worked hard on it and hoped it was good enough. He placed the animal on your bed, knowing that’d be the first place you’d head when you returned. Hearing the elevator approach your floor, he hid in Wanda’s room, directly across the hall from yours.

Listening as you shuffled to your door, he held his breath for complete silence.

“Oh my god!” he heard you yell, followed by a loud thud.

Worried what the noise was, he rushed out of his hiding spot and found your door open. He peeked inside, finding your bag in the middle of the floor, and you clutching the toy to your chest. “Do you like it?”

You turned to find a nervous Bucky standing at your door. “I love it! Did you make this?”

He nodded shyly. “I've been calling it Loppy, ‘cause it's lopsided. Sorry about that. You can call it whatever you want, though!” he added quickly.

“‘Loppy’ is perfect. He’s perfect.” You placed Loppy down on the bed and pulled Bucky into a hug. “Thank you!”

“It’s nothin’,” he bashfully dismissed. “You were just so sad…Anyway, did it mend your broken heart?” he teased.

“No, but you did.” You chuckled when he blushed and wrapped an arm around his. “Wanna get some dinner? My treat this time.”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “Do you mean, like a- a date?” he tried not to sound too hopeful.

“Depends. If I say yes, what would you say?” You nudged him, smiling, giving him his answer.

“I’d say thank goodness,” he grinned. “I’ve been too much of a coward to ask.”

The admission was unexpected, bringing a short burst of laughter from you. “Well then, I say thank goodness for sweet guys like you.” You kissed his cheek, making him giggle softly. “Come on, I’m starving.”

Yes, I find grown ass men who giggle absolutely adorable. Also, I desperately wish I could draw Bucky looking all frustrated untangling yarn. *fans self*

Tags: @cassandras-musings @melconnor2007 @ria132love

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky #avengers #reader insert #marvel

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tamiddyinyourcity · 5 years ago

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2:00pm, December 15th of 2019.

Can't even enjoy shopping, but then again, the local Forever 21 changed their entire layout, and H&M finds it logical to charge 30 dollars for the most basic items ever.

"Like this long sleeve? Its forty bucks! Nice dress right? Yeaaaah its 99 dollars."

And the dude in the dressing rooms said out loud that he thought this stuff was "surprisingly cheap".... these shirts are see through and the fabrics are subpar, none of this should be charged this high.

Outside of a disappointing shopping experience, I also got

Its annoying, the transition from "I'm breaking up with you for keeping secrets from me and enabling idiotic and rude ass behavior from your bitch ass friend", to "Yay, hes dumping me, because hes too pussy."

I'm not a total naive cynic, I already know itd be weird dating someone after we both made our own seperate scenes, and whatnot.

Plus, its for the better.

We all know he still wouldn't have made an effort to get his friends to even so much as meet me, considering how everything had went down.

(And thus, I still regret nothing in terms of telling that nosy ass bitch to go fuck herself.)

Anyway.

Got clothes, stuff that'll keep my arms warm. And some jewellery.... its a shame I never got my necklace back.

....Don't know how I feel about Patrick, honestly.

Admittedly I find it sort of pathetic.

What *I* did was definitely to an extent pathetic, but that was more of a "I blocked him so he wouldnt see shit, and his friends I barely speak to anyways; so...."

Mine was "oh look im chaotic and also sharing how stupid things got to the point where i had left him."

His was posting pictures of me and going "she dumped me lol (laughter to hide the pain)"..... even I didn't go that pathetic.

(Still posted pictures to my private spam, but i just said "its been a long ass day", not an odd declaration like that to openly tell all my friends, distant or close, that I got absolutely cucked by my ex girlfriend or something.)

Did I get cucked? Thats up for debate.

Anyways.

Now that I'm done buying sweaters, time to go buy wigs, or whatever else is needed to boost self esteem some more. Get a wax? I dont know.

And if you're reading this, Patrick, you're literally just gonna make yourself feel worse.

I blocked you everywhere for the sole purpose of "I don't need him seeing what I'm up to, seeing the spouts of sadness and horniness and rage, and I dont want to see his either."

Since then itll just make you upset.

I wouldn't go "oh, i am afraid of Forbidden Animals.... let me look at blogs dedicated to nothing but Forbidden Animals."

NO! SINCE IT MAKES IT WORSE!

So stop looking at my tumblr, fucker. Go... I don't know... finish painting your walls, or building a laptop. Go wrestle with Chris, or idk, check out the steam showers and finally mess around with your sexuality I guess.

Why did i say that, now im gonna be picturing it the whole night

He said something odd in the car about how he "doesnt know about seeing other people", as it would "make things complicated"....

Bruh. You're single, and I'm single. And all I can do is not have sex with you, and probably go have sex with someone else or whatever, and not tell you about it.

So... yeah.

God, he's being so weird about this. Fucks sake.

Aaaaaaand not feeling the most ecstatic.

Plus my other ex, also named Patrick, (fuck, that makes writing these posts even harder,) wants to hang out tomorrow afternoon.

I guess thats gonna be good for me.

Really hard to be ecstatic, because:

I lost feelings for Blonde Patrick for a reason; he was just ignoring my texts, "laying with girls but not having sex with them", and it wasnt a great feeling to have a dude have you as a sexy one night stand in his moms car, just to..... not message me after it happened. Plus, he acted so iffy honestly. As if he wasnt in a car crying with me about not being together just a few nights before, with me in his arms. Acted like none of that mattered... And back to partying and my messages ignored for days!

I decided Brunette Patrick treated me better, and was becoming more relevant in life. When it came down to, "Get left on read by the ex who's too busy plowing ass and taking tests to be serious with you, who lives miles away?", or, "Be with the guy who actually plans dates with you, will be at your curb at the drop of a hat to see you, and is actually doing things no one else has done before? Flowers, candy, cool dates, and just overall good conversation?", well...... the answer was pretty present.

Even last time I called Blonde Patrick, I thought "Damn; we really do have a connection"..... and then shortly after, called Brunette Patrick, became exclusive, and talked for maybe one or two hours straight, and I thought, "Hell yeah bitch..... im not trading this shit in for anything in the damn world."

So now that my feelings shifted to someone else, its a shame I don't see Blonde Patrick the same anymore. Its less "oh god oh fuck im sweating i cant believe hes really here", and more "oh.... yeah man, how have you been? hows that dancer girl youve been smashing been? still gonna go half on everything and then try to get pussy by claiming theres an emotional attachment?"

.....fuuuuuuuuucking hell.

So yeah. To an extent, I'll blush when I see him, but damn.... gotta at least make sure that things go decent tomorrow.

Thank god I'm on my period, or I would've fucked either person and probably enjoyed it regretted it later on since neither would provide for me.

So.... I dunno, don't fuck Blonde Patrick.

He's a good guy; he'd understand. Especially after the heartbreak laaaaaast time, I'd rather have a nice night with him and just chit chatting and going home in one piece, than with an absolutely smashed cervix and fucked up panties

....odd feeling of regret or being used, then promptly forgoten about.

I guess I still do like him.

Alright.

2:27pm, time to go back to whatever I was doing. Lifes too short to sit on a bench and mope over someone who's not even sure why they're moping, so like.... go buy some skirts or something.

And last thought....

Not sure how I felt about our other night hanging out.

Glad that we at least gave that a shot. But obviously, things are complicated if I really like a person, and well... they can't show that they really like me back.

And they wont change things for the better.

Or do anything else to make anything about the situation easier....

Fuck you dude.

It shouldn't have been so hard to communicate with me, and so I left you. Imagine if you just spoke up, instead if acting like a relationship means being secretive and acting suspicious as fuck over stupid shit that wasnt even that important of a fucking deal to hide.

.....he was never gonna make an effort with me.

I really gotta stop thinking of this asshole these days.

Peace out.

#exes #yikes #coolness #peace out fams peace yalls

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