#but anyway I’m worried the vibes are going to clash

[fingertipsmp3]

I got a job interview on the same day my current contract ends lol. Is my run of bad luck coming to an end or is it more of the same though 🧐

[tineteenieworld3]

Mike may have terrible aim and not know how to fight, but we’re all lying to ourselves if we believe he wouldn’t be front and center ready to throw hands with whatever object he was able to grab. That boy is the embodiment of ‘I’m gonna lose, but I’m not going down without trying to fight.’ And I love him for that.

So yes, I do believe he’d have a sword. Would he do well with it? Eh hard to say, but that fucker isn’t gonna just NOT TRY.

I think Mike was so kinda pushed off in season 4 that we’ve forgotten about his actual character and kind of labeled him just as this loser goofball. Which is okay! Ain’t nothing wrong with having fun with characters, but I think we also forget what he’s actually like and who he is in the story. (Not that he’s not a loser goofball, but that’s a very small characteristic he has in the storyline) I always use that interview where Finn Wolfhard says that Mike is an intense guy, cause that’s very true.

I said this yesterday, but Mike is their leader. He’s not weak, he doesn’t need protection, he’s not a baby calf that can’t take care of himself. He’s actually the least like that out of every younger character. He’s very independent and has this vibe of ‘it’s fine I’ll take care of it, don’t worry I’ll take care of it everything is okay’ and takes on a lot of weight that we’re shown so little of.

I think his relationship with El has really overshadowed his true character because of the power she holds. She and Mike are extremely similar in a way that clashes a lot. Mike is a protector and so is El, she doesn’t really have the choice though. So we see this insecurity in Mike with her for a multitude of reasons, but I believe a big on is that he feels like a damsel in distress and useless to her. She doesn’t trust him with personal stuff, she doesn’t want to try and relate to him, she doesn’t need him to protect her.

So sometimes I think we say that El came in and took Will’s place in the group (she didn’t actually take anyone’s place she’s part of the group and she’s just her, but this is for research purposes) k think she actually took Mike’s. El might have ‘replace’ Will at Mike’s side (not really but ya know) but overall in the group, El became this person they all look up to and rely on. You can even see that when Steve keeps mentioning her in season 4. She became this leader because of the power she has.

Mike’s spot as the leader was taken over a little bit. Of course that’s an extremely broad statement and there’s alot more to it, but in general everyone looks to El now and that’s probably a whole new reason why Mike doesn’t feel needed. Dialogue from characters is almost always extremely vague. So when Mike is talking to Will in the van, we see him really spill his thoughts, but I don’t think he was just talking about El.

He’s afraid she doesn’t need him anymore yeah, but maybe, he’s not just talking about her. Idk it’s possible that he’s felt unneeded by everyone since things happened.

Anyways I’m just thinking aloud and this is all over the place. Mike is one of my favorite characters because of how complex he is and I think that can make people uncomfortable sometimes so we narrow him down to very stereotypical terms and stuff.

A lot can be said with how his relationship with El has caused his real character to get overshadowed, but I’m excited for season 5 because it’ll remind us of who he is.

The Mike that literally had no fear going into the woods and hatching plans to find Will.

The Mike that jumped off a cliff to save his friend’s teeth

The Mike that tried to use a candlestick as protection because he doesn’t like being empty handed

The Mike that tried to warn everyone that they were about to be attacked in the hospital and was trying to run right into where the danger was coming from

The Mike that hatched the plan to go into the upside and burn it

The Mike that tried to square up with Billy without hesitation

He is and always will be their leader, he’s just been shoved into a corner because he feels like he doesn’t fit. They need him and he’s going to be essential in season 5.

I rambled so much I’m sorry, Mike is my boy

[mistlekissy]

Sorry to hear about your uncle. Nice that you have coworkers that you get along with and the comment about you shining bright was kind. I also work with all women atm but I don’t feel that kind of connection. I’m not really the same age as anyone (they are either a lot younger or a lot older than me) and just don’t seem like I’m at the same life stage as any of them. Have a hard time making friends and like time to myself at lunch breaks to decompress. Never know what to talk about anyway. Wish it was easier. Anyway. Like I said in the previous ask, thinking of you. ♥️

we def had to find our vibe and on a personal level i do feel like we can talk about non-work related problems, worries etc but work isn't as easy-going unforch, there are so many different personalities and methods of working and we work together VERY closely so we've def clashed a lot as well rip i def felt that with the age as well bc i'm also either younger or older than my co-workers aaand i'm the only woc :) that's def been very hard for me for different reasons but my time here is also limited so i'm just taking it all in and then i'm able to leave with expectations for my next place of work. sending u love, i hope u find ur place as well ❤️

[liars-archive]

I have always been a person of too many ideas, thus, why I’ll start a tumblr to organize them!!

Firstly, I wanna ramble about one of my first Ruikasa AUs that I talked to someone about

I think the fandom moved away from Magical Academy concept for the whole cast way too fast: there were barely any fanfictions, even more On Going… That makes the number even lesser as the main two, Tua Sol, Mei Luna and Cannon Folder, practically don’t update anymore…

I personally took it upon myself to go around my documents and find some stuff…

So… Mordern Magical stories… I wanted to go astray from the more medieval vibes more people get and lean into Rui’s biggest talent: his talent in engineering and robotics. At the same time I started watching Mahouka and my brain did a Click. People would have noticed that Wands were merely but a way to cast their magic… So… Could they possibly do new casting systems? Eventually humans could discover that they can make casting systems if they combine magic and electronic engineering…

Rui, as Always, would be gifted in this! Rui being a magical engineer… I personally love the idea of Rui being a support for others, although he definitely has some of the biggest magical potential of the new Japanese generations… He would enjoy being just a support, maybe this could be linked to something of his past?

But Anyways… Tsukasa….

I never had a clear idea with Tsukasa: I have ideas and other AUs where Tsukasa’s overpowered, but in a niche way. If Rui’s a Genius that can handle and use any and all types of magic perfectly

Tsukasa would then maybe be a gifted individual but just in one type of magic, maybe elemental; maybe something more abstract and akin to ‘Light Magic’ from games. You know, the type that has healers but also has priests and they’re absolutely broken if they decide to attack…

But in this Story that didn’t seem as perfect. I’m still trying to figure out Tsukasa

Tsukasa’s someone who wouldn’t like to rely on others, to scare others, to worry others. Maybe he has sacrificed his own life to make Saki and Touya the best mages he can, even if it means he can’t understand himself and his mana at all. Maybe he’s a slightly loner that isn’t understood by others in his way of Magic sparring: he’s too bold, too reckless. He’s someone who does stuff as they pop in his head. But he has excellent results with this type of fighting. He’s caring and he’s excellent at duels but most magicians will tell you he’s a lost cause.

Maybe he’s similar to his cannon self, not being able to do magic but wanting to become a great magician as he saw Saki smiling to when they went to a magic exposition from certain mage…

Either way both Rui and Tsukasa clash (As they always do) until eventually Rui’s forced by the school to be Tsukasa’s Magical engineer as all the other magical engineer students have been assigned and Rui’s the only one that refuses to take more students (other than Nene and Mizuki) when the other engineers have almost five or six students to take care of…

I like to think that eventually they bond, maybe they go to missions… maybe… I don’t know, this is my AU that doesn’t have head or feet compared to other of my works that I wanna publish ^^u

[celestialvodka]

I just want to make my home bright and colorful but also moody and romantic and im always torn

[ceyrann]

The vibe of the relationship you’ll share with your FS

Yes I’m doing this. A random Pick-A-Card cuz I was feeling the mood to do something and here’s that something.

The theme of this PAC is something I’ve not done or tried before, so this is Heavily For Entertainment Purposes Only. Take whatever that resonates and just drop the rest. No worries.

Arts and readings are done by me btw I have not done doodles like this for a very long time so please forgive the terrible quality lmAO.

Anyways, y’all know how it’s done. Pick the pile you’re drawn to and go wild. Piles go from left to right, top to bottom.

This is shorter than what I usually do but of course, it's a spur of a moment kinda thing so, have fun!

Pile One:

Yo y’all have a bunch of mental energy going on here with a bunch of Swords popping out for y’all. Pile One, your vibe of the relationship you’ll share with your FS is something that’s very verbal and mental. I get the image that you two are prolly pretty sarcastic people who like to catch words and use them against the other person. Strangers will often ask why y’all are fighting and you two just go “Nah this is our communication method”. That kinda bickering and sibling energy. Eventho y’all are each other’s partner lol. Bunch of clashing bright colours lmAO.

However, there may be an excess of this energy, where y’all might end up hurting each other with your words unknowingly. Thing is, you’ll prolly think you’re just being oversensitive, when you’re not. Proper communication is needed and you’ll learn to place proper boundaries from there onwards. From there, you’ll be more at peace and can banter without going too far.

You two probably share a similar dream, having a similar goal to achieve. Which is why y’all can communicate without much filters because deep down y’all know how the other person thinks. But yeah, everything should be at balance.

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Pile Two:

Different from Pile One, y’all have a bunch of Cups hahahahaha! 

Pile Two, the vibes y’all share are certainly more emotionally inclined. I’m getting a feeling where one of you will have puppy eyes and like snuggling or cuddling. For some reason, I feel that you’re someone who thinks about your childhood or past, even when it’s not the best or the healthiest you’ve experienced. 

Sometimes, the soft comforting vibes between you two can go turbulent. It’s like soft ripples turning into crushing waves, from warm clear colours turning into murky dark rages. And these all are due to the emotions that were running out of hand. The Emperor and Queen of Cups are reversed here which gives me the feeling that you both are unwilling to compromise.

You two will need to make decisions and choices, and support from religious or some traditional custom may help? But either way, just make sure to understand each other and accept things with gratitude. Ripples are calm, but waves are the reasons why surfers can surf. There's ups and downs in life and tho difficult, I believe y'all will go through them together.

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Pile Three:

Hello Pile Three! This pile gives me the feeling of beginnings and idk why I have the thought that your pile is the type who’d fight stereotypes and crush whatever that does not serve any righteous purposes.

Don’t ask me why am I saying this lmAO.

Anyways. Your vibes are pretty vibrant? Y’all are the types who’d get things done and just… Act. If y’all wanna change the interior of your room? Y’all just immediately get the paint and start painting the room. Kinda thing. 

Tho I also have the feeling that you two are prolly spenders. Not a bad thing to indulge in the nice things in life but this is bound to start conflict since you two probably have different interests and hence, spending on different things. But one thing I really really like about your pile is that y’all are not afraid to ask. When something’s not right, when a conversation doesn’t go well, when emotional expectations are not met, etc. Y’all ask and talk things out.

Things are not all roses and beauty, but your pile work to find the balance in life and it’s really beautiful imo.

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Pile Four: 

Pile Four, I’m sensing A LOT OF FEAR HERE. Especially when I see the cards it had me going “Ummmm is this a vibe check with FS or what now???”

But also, I feel this may be the vibe of the relationship you have before the other person becomes your spouse? It’s like… “Wow this person’s really cool but I don’t think they’ll be interested in me? What do I do??” kinda energy. 

There’s a bunch of colours that are mixed up and are a bit disoriented? Doubts and not taking action? No but for real.

… This is supposed to be a vibe thing but I gotta say what I gotta say I guess.

Pile Four, I understand sometimes you feel weirded out cuz The Universe is giving you something you never thought of getting, but you shouldn’t feed into your fears. You’re worth the good things in life, that’s why they’re here for you. Nurture yourself, allow your dreams and purpose to guide you to where you are. You need to overcome your fears and insecurities yourself. Sure, there are supporters around you, but ultimately, you’re the one who needs to take the action, you’re the one who’s deciding your fate.

Once you’ve done the job for yourself, you’ll only be able to welcome a new beginning with your FS.

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Hope y’all have fun and do lemme know your thoughts!

[azzandra]

I thought I’d written a post about this, but I can’t find it anywhere so I guess not, but if I did I’m telling you guys about it again anyway.

I had a very fun dream a while back about a broody half-vampire detective in a supernatural procedural. In the course of a case, one of his only leads is a painted portrait of a vampire, and he turns to his partner (who is the most generic blond human woman you can imagine cast into this kind of show) and says “I know the woman in this portrait... this is... my mother.”

And the partner is shocked like “omg, you mean your vampire mom?” She’s looking at this gorgeous portrait with a pale-faced woman in period dress, her hair done up, her expression sad and a bit stern.

The detective he broodingly confirms. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but... we need answers.”

So he sets up a meeting with his mom.

The detective and the partner show up at the meeting spot the next day, in front of a diner. The partner is trying to be supportive, because in addition to co-workers they also have a lot of UST going on as is par for the course in such shows.

And I should clarify that while the dhampyr detective was putting out Angel: The Series vibes, his mom was definitely a What We Do In The Shadows style vampire.

So this woman who looks like ten years younger than him but dresses like an old lady in floral pant suits shows up. And she cheerfully waves at him from across the street (in the middle of the day, because she’s old and the sunlight doesn’t hinder her much).

“Hellooooo! My baby boy! My sweet baby boy! How are you!” she yells as she crosses the road and runs up to him, all excited. She has a thick Eastern European accent. She’s holding a smoothie and has an oversized purse hanging on her elbow. She is, possibly, wearing crocs.

The partner is just standing there shocked while the detective sets his jaw and stoically endures as his mother hugs him in public.

Then the vampire mom turns to the partner and she says, very loudly, “Ooh, you must be the girlfriend!” And hugs her too. She is not the girlfriend because she is still stuck in will-they-won’t-they relationship limbo, but this will not stop the vampire mom from asking them when they plan to get married.

After that, I just had a few funny snippets. Like the detective shows her the portrait and her reaction is “Ah, that’s not me! That is your half-sister Beatrice! She looked so much like me, yes? Or maybe painter was bad! Haha! ...Oh, that was your only lead? Don’t worry, darling boy, mother will help you with the case!” And she invites herself along on the investigation.

Then a scene of the detective and partner trying to have a serious, broody conversation about their relationship as they sit in the car, and the vampire mom pops her head from the back to scold her son over leading on the ‘poor girl’.

Also a running joke that the vampire mom is constantly drinking something everywhere she goes, but it’s never blood: a smoothie, a can of soda, a cup of beer, whatever she can find wherever they end up going in the course of the investigation. At one point, the partner and the vampire mom are waiting in front of a building for the detective, and the vampire mom has a bottle of wine she’s holding perched against her hip.

“Wine at 10 AM?” the partner asks.

“Yes!”

“Can you even get drunk on that?”

“NO!” the vampire mom grins widely. “Is like fruit juice to me!”

Anyway, most of the humor in this show was derived from the severe genre clash between mother and son, but then Cerberus Syndrome sets in and we get the angsty backstory of how the mom was turned into a vampire after accepting a job as a servant at a shady manor because her poor peasant parents pressured her into it. The reveal here is that the detective’s broodiness is, in fact, at least somewhat genetic. His mom didn’t turn into a perky immortal party pensioner until she was free of the vampire who turned her.

[rebeccccccaaa]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ _____________________

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’s!ʙᴇsᴛ!ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hey assholes i'm back for the time being lol. I have a few ideas and fics I'm currently writing right now so do not fret.

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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The most baffling part of WKM is that everyone trusts and adores Damien, despite him being the only one in politics and actively in office. Mark made the mayor character the most trusted and loved. How????

(uh oh, you unlocked my 'Love Damien' mode)

You came to the right person! This is a great question and I will gladly go on a rant to try and help shed a little light on this!

In short, it's exactly because of how you phrased your question. There's a politician. He's seen as nice and trusted and loved. It seems like something that shouldn't be, and you assume the worst of him because it has to be an act for whatever reason; and that is because of the general view of politicians at the moment. I'm not touching IRL topics with a ten foot pole, but I will say that at present, there is a sorta wariness/a 'they don't care about us' vibe toward politicians in certain countries (including my own). That's something that then seeps into media.

Think about it. If there's a politician in a show of any sort (especially one holding office), they're usually up to no good behind the scenes or are unreliable - just like how a librarian might be cranky, for instance - in a sort of caricature. Off the top of my head I can remember seeing... A mayor that wanted to evict an entire community to build a business something-or-other to make lots of money, a mayor who branded a local team of agents as non-trustworthy when they went against his pretty crummy views (which could be the same show tbh), an absolutely useless buffoon of a mayor who needed the help of children to constantly save his city from supervillains, and a politician (maybe a mayor?) who constantly clashed with the chief of police in a city. This isn't even considering the times a politician character (whether or not they hold office) is involved with criminals, bribery, is being blackmailed, or even has a criminal record of some sort.

Damien is an exception to this trope. It may or may not be completely intentional, but it's genius on Mark's part. You walk in, see this well-dressed man with a rather cheesy Mayor badge pinned on... And people would immediately get suspicious... Something which Mark called people out on at a panel! Don't forget, every character was framed in a way to give reason for them maybe being the killer. I watched WKM (and got vaguely into the fandom) a week after it finished, so I missed the speculation in between each episode. From what I've seen, it appeared that a lot of people were wary of Damien, though I'm not too sure if it's because they were like "IT'S JUST DARK IN DISGUISE DON'T BE FOOLED" or if it was because of his job and mannerisms. Either way, it turns out his worries were genuine, and he was innocent of any crime that night, which completely subverts the expectation of a politician in a show. He's a rare breed - someone that has good intentions and a good heart, who wasn't 'tainted' by politics in some way.... But ends up getting corrupted anyway through matters far beyond his control.

Not only that, there's two important points that I think people forget and I'll go into better detail of under the read-more because this is getting pretty long.

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1. The character that is the viewer has known Damien since university. That means they've been friends minimum... Let's say five years, but probably closer to ten. You're going to be more at ease and more 'yourself' around people you are very fond of, and Damien's face lit up the moment he noticed the viewer arrived. Since the viewer would be going into this cold the first time it's viewed, they wouldn't feel that bond and might think Damien's friendliness is an act. 2. While he is the Mayor, he's not The Mayor at that moment. He's merely a Mayor by title alone. For the events of Who Killed Markiplier?, he's just Damien. It would be different if we had walked into his office, but we arrived at a party with people Damien was comfortable with. He had no need to impress anyone because they were friends. Remember, the reason the badge exists is to tell the viewer what Damien does. Otherwise he could be any sort of businessman or guy in a fancy suit, and the explain everything video states that everyone thought Mark got the suit for a wedding when he shared a photo.

(Both points are showcased nicely in the very first scene we meet Damien if you compare the way he talks to the Detective - someone he barely knew - to the viewer - who has been a friend since university. When talking to Abe, Damien stands poker straight (almost rigid) and rests his hands on his cane. One hand moves to emphasise something, but the rest of his body remains still. There's a polite, yet formal, air to him. Here, he is The Mayor. I'd bet they were having casual conversation on how they met Mark or some other generic topic to break the ice. Then the pair notice you and that conversation is instantly DROPPED. Damien immediately lifts his cane as his entire body turns to the viewer. That smile isn't one that's given out of politeness. He's now Damien. There's no need to put on an act when it's a familiar friend. He still stands straight, but his body language and facial expressions are far looser and more casual. Gestures are with both hands now. His expressions are more playful, including widening his eyes to emphasise his tease about the viewer's skill of poker. This continues until he walks off-screen where, I presume, he was going to say hello to William.)

We don't know the extent of how much anyone trusts anyone else, but one of the big exceptions is the Colonel. I know I've written a headcanon on a roleplay blog about this, but he didn't know you, so he was polite, but distant and aloof. He had no reason to even care about you. We saw a good example of William acting like this the morning after. HOWEVER, after spotting the viewer talking to Damien outside at the end of the first episode, he notices a connection. The moment he knows you are Damien's friend he opens up with no hesitation in the second episode and is rather friendly toward you from then on. He trusts you because he trusts Damien, which to me suggests that our Mayor keeps good company and has a good judge of character. Plus, no one really has a reason to think ill of Damien. He and William have an argument focused on William's reaction to Mark's death (and don't forget that Damien wanted to apologise but William kept running away), while Celine shuts him down for Damien trying to get her to reconsider her idea; but neither are motives for them to be suspicious of Damien. Chef and George are indifferent, while the Butler is probably indifferent but feels comfortable enough to make a drug joke with Damien in earshot (and Tyler's IC stream as Butler had it that he thought well of Damien, but this might not be considered canon). On the other hand, you could say that the Detective is wary of Damien, but he was suspicious of everyone between all the work he did and the warning he got from Mark, so it's not completely reliable.

Speaking of, I haven't forgotten about the Detective's study and how there's a record sheet for Damien with something scribbled out. Unfortunately, I don't think it's something we'll ever get clarification on. I double-checked the explanation stream and there wasn't any mention of what was on it... But I feel like I heard Mark say something like 'forget about what is there, focus on why it's there', or how it got there in the first place? Maybe it was for another project, but the idea is more that the Detective's work was built up over time, and not in the span of that weekend; rather than focusing on every little piece of writing that can be seen. Perhaps there is something shady in Damien's life... But since it wasn't relevant to the 'story' we were being shown, it was omitted. This could very well be where people take the idea of a corrupt politician and run with it (and I have seen some excellent roleplayers over the years work with that!), or they could be like me and say that the crimes were things he was framed for. Or maybe, as I'm writing this, it could be like how Abe had documents for things that didn't happen in WMLW, and that the crimes he scribbled out were ones that Dark would do later... But that's going into theorist territory and that's not at all relevant to what I'm talking about.

Anyway, I've rambled on waaay too much as it is. He's trusted and loved as a character because he's so human. Mark pointed out in the explanation stream that Damien was the only one to question what was going on. He was upset, mourning, and had no idea what to do. It's a vulnerability that you don't see from people often, especially if they are supposed to be leaders.

If there's anything people wanna add or point out, jump in and do so! :D

[dameronology]

an insight into forever {poe dameron x reader}

summary: imagine having a love so deep that is completely unwavering - even in the face of broken promises, unspoken words and unfinished conversations 

warnings: ANGST, so much angst, swearing, mentions of death 

enjoy :) this hurt to write

- jazz

Poe Dameron had a tendency to not think before he spoke. 

It was bad at the best of times - and it only got worst when he was around.

Worst, because you were the love of his life. Worst, because you were the most beautiful human being he’d ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. Worst, because he was completely and utterly obsessed you and worst, he’d let you go. He’d done a lot of stupid things - really, really stupid things - but allowing your relationship to reach a better end took the cake. Heck, it baked the cake and threw it into the fucking ceiling fan. Left splatters all up the wall and on the carpet and over his heart. Stained his heart with marks of your relationship, destined to keep him trapped in your unwitting grips until he met his untimely demise, probably in cockpit of an X-Wing (refer back to the really, really stupid things.) 

He’d been through a couple break ups but this felt like the be-all-and-end-all. You’d given back his jumpers and jackets and belongings that he’d left in your room, but you still held onto a few tiny pieces of Poe’s heart. It was like a subtle, permanent grip on his brain; he occasionally thought about you but was always painfully aware that he’d let go of the best person in the galaxy. You were a once in the lifetime thing, like winning the lottery or finding gold at the bottom of a rainbow. Both of those were things he’d willingly forfeit in a second if it meant having you back.

So, you probably get the point: Poe was sad, your break-up was bad and you were a little mad (that was a rhyme Finn came up with to summarise the events of your relationship’s bitter demise to anyone who asked). It had been a few months, and you were both finally at the point where you could hang out as a group of five friends with it only being slightly awkward. It had only taken a minor intervention from Rey, Finn and Rose to get you to acknowledge one another again, but it was the first step to being friends. That’s what you’d been before, and if you could just set aside your differences, perhaps you could be there again.

The five of you always made a point to hang out together on a Friday. Your jobs in the Resistance took up every waking second during the week, so it was strictly marked in your calendar as friend time and you would all be there without fail. Usually, you found yourselves in a small cantina in one of the little villages a few miles out from the base on Ajan Kloss. It was the one day a week that things actually felt a little normal; just five young friends and some alcohol, laughing together and having a good time. 

There was always something lingering in the air between you and Poe -- stolen glances and sneaky looks, and an atmosphere that paid ode to a million unsaid things and a plethora of unfinished conversations. Arguments that never reached conclusions and hearts that never quite healed; yours nor his. To force it all into a box and slam it shut and to process that hurt with proper closure was holding you back. Clinging onto your shoulders with a mighty grip that prevented you from truly moving on. 

‘So, that cute mechanic asked about you today.’ Rose’s voice pulled your attention away from the pilot and back to the painfully Poe-free reality in which you found yourself.

‘He did?’ You blinked in surprise. 

‘You did go on a date last week without calling him back.’ She reminded you. ‘He wasn’t bothered. I think he got it - everyone gets a bit busy in this line of work, right?’

Yeah, because that’s why you hadn’t replied to his 27 text messages. 

‘I didn’t realise you were even dating again.’ Finn observed, eyes briefly flickering to his best friend. ‘I mean, not that it’s a bad thing, it’s just-’

‘- Finn.’ You cut him off. ‘It’s fine. Poe and I are friends now, right?’

Poe simply looked up, dark eyes shifting from his half-finished drink. He didn’t say anything for a moment, instead giving you a look that emanated the vibe he’d rather swim naked through the seas of Hoth than answer than question. It wasn’t until Finn cleared his throat that he pulled away from your gaze and forced the fakest smile smile known to man, and every other creature that roamed the galaxy. 

‘Right.’ Did he normally speak through gritted teeth?

‘So, d’you like this guy?’ Rey asked. ‘He seemed nice when I met him in the air hangar.’

‘He’s...’ you paused. Annoying, whiny, argumentative, has a voice like a foghorn and, most importantly, isn’t Poe Dameron. ‘Fine.’ 

‘So are you gonna call him back?’ Rose pushed. ‘Because the minute you bring someone new to the table, I can set up ol’ flyboy here with the cute girl from comms who’s been eyeing him up.’

‘I’m okay, but thanks.’ Poe’s fake smile barely faltered, eyes landing on you again. ‘I don’t need a relationship when I have such fulfilling friendships.’

You almost choked on your drink at that. The irony was laying in the fact that you used to love Poe’s little sarcastic jabs and backhanded comments - at least when you’d been sat beside him, laughing into his shoulder and holding his hand under the table. Now, you were in the line of fire and maker knew you’d left your bulletproof vest at home. 

Needless to say, his forced smile fell when you gave him a kick on the shin under the table. 

‘So..you and Cute Mechanic. Not a thing?’ Finn asked.

‘Definitely not a thing.’ You confirmed. 

‘You don’t have to say it on my behalf.’ Poe said. ‘If you like the guy, you can talk about it in front of me.’

‘Don’t flatter yourself.’ You snorted. ‘It’s nothing to do with you. I genuinely don’t like him.’

That was half true: you didn’t like the guy, but it was everything to do with Poe. You could have met the holy grail of men and they still wouldn’t have had a chance in hell. That’s not to say that Poe wasn’t the holy grail, but he was flawed. So you were you. It was those flaws that had lead to your downfall in the first place. Fundamentally, everyone had to have them -- it just so happened that the best parts of you clicked so well and the flawed parts of you clashed so badly. The good times and bad parts were so different that they were like two different ends of a magnet; complete opposites and inevitably polarising. 

Rose, sensing the tension between the two of you, suddenly pushed to change the subject. ‘So, did anyone see the General-’

‘- I’m gonna go now.’ You stood up. ‘I’m really tired and I have an early meeting tomorrow.’

All four of them knew that was bullshit. There were no meetings on a Saturday, but they kept schtum. There was a chorus of okay, get some rest! and see you tomorrow, but Poe didn���t say anything. He just kept you in his gaze, watching as you gathered up your things and headed for the door.

The air outside was cold; Ajan Kloss had hot, hot summers and freezing winters. You fumbled to pull your jacket over your shoulders as you stalked away, boots thundering against the muddy path as you headed back for the base. It was only a fifteen minute walk, and it was safe for the most part. Everyone on the planet was either a native villager - all of whom were humble and welcoming - or a fellow Rebel. 

You didn’t bother to turn around when you head foot-steps behind you. It was a Friday night, which meant that there was going to be people around. 

It was only when somebody grabbed you by the shoulder that you suddenly spun on your heel -- luckily, Poe Dameron managed to catch your fist in time to save it hitting his face. It wasn’t personal. It was natural to get a little trigger happy with the ol’ mitt when a stranger grabbed you in the dark. Only, it wasn’t a stranger. It was your ex-boyfriend, looking as handsome as ever with disheveled hair and a five o’ clock shadow. 

‘For fuck’s sake!’ You snapped. ‘What the hell are you doing?!’

‘I came to check you were okay!’ Poe released his grip on your wrist, letting it flop to your side. ‘You only ever stalk out like that when you’re mad.’

‘No thanks to you.’ You shot back. ‘I’m fine. Just go back to the bar.’

‘Short sentences meaning you’re fuming-’

‘- I’m about to be well past that point.’ You cut him off. ‘Go back. Don’t worry about me.’

‘I wanted to talk to you anyways.’ He admitted. 

‘About what?’

‘About what you said back there.’ Poe replied. ‘I genuinely meant what I said. I don’t want you to not try things with that new guy because of me.’

‘Poe, I-’

‘- I mean it.’ He continued. ‘I just wanted you to know.’ 

‘Wanted me to know what?’ You murmured. ‘That I need your permission to date other people?’

‘No, that’s not what I’m saying.’ He frowned at your words. ‘I just...I mean that I wanted you to know that it’s okay if you don’t love me anymore.’

Well if that wasn’t like a knife through the fucking chest, you didn’t know what was. 

What hurt more? The fact he was officially letting you go, or the fact he thought you were even capable of falling out of love with him? Because that, you weren’t. Poe might have been the most stubborn, most annoying, most chaotic person you knew but he was everything. Everything you wanted and everything you needed - but everything you couldn’t have. You were two parts of a screwed up whole. Bad apart, but probably even worse off together. It was pretty fucked up of whoever was in the sky that they’d put you both in the galaxy at the same time. Existing without him was less painful than existing in a world where you couldn’t be together. 

‘Poe...’ your voice was small, a tiny crack appearing in the middle of his name. 

‘Me being an ass is just a defence mechanism.’ He ran a hand through his hair. ‘And I’m sorry.’

‘I haven’t fallen out of love with you.’ You ignored his apology. 

‘Like I said, it’s okay.’ He shook his head. ‘I can see it in your eyes.’

‘If you think you can see it in my eyes then you clearly don’t know me at all.’ Your voice shook, but you managed to throw the accusation at him. An admirable trait, surely. 

‘I don’t think I do.’ He admitted. ‘Not anymore.’

--

The next morning, Poe was sat in the canteen. He didn’t normally rise so early on weekends, but thanks to your discussion the night before, sleep had alluded him. 

Instead, he was staring aimlessly at his whole bowl of oatmeal. He’d been stirring it around for the better of an hour, thinking of nothing but you. He thought it was sweet of you to have rejected his claims of love (or lack thereof) but nothing you could have said would have made him believe you. It all stemmed down to the fact that he’d spent so long convincing himself of it. If he truly believed - or at least thought he believed - that you didn’t love him anymore, then he wouldn’t fool himself to having false hope, He was more likely to force himself to pull his head out his backside and move on. It was less painful that way, to rip it off like a bandaid. There was no hope if there was no love. Both of those things were and few these days. 

Poe jumped out of his exhausted, self-inflicted trance when something slammed on the table in front of him. He practically jumped out of his seat, oatmeal flying everywhere as he let out a yelp. He was about to open his mouth and yell, to cry in vain of his airborne breakfast, but he immediately stopped when he saw you staring down at him. 

‘Do you really think I stopped loving you?’

He huffed. ‘I’m not having this conversation with you.’

‘Yes, you are.’ You snapped. ‘Answer the question, Poe. Do you really think I stopped loving you?’

‘What’s this?’ He asked, eyes falling onto the piece of paper resting atop the table. 

‘Do you remember a few weeks ago when I went on that mission to Nevarro?’ You asked. 

‘Uh, yeah.’ Poe scratched the back of his hair. ‘That dangerous one.’

‘Yeah, the dangerous one.’ You placed one leg over the bench seat opposite him, dropping down onto the table with a thud. ‘I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it back.’

‘None of us were.’

‘This is a letter I asked Leia to give to you in case I died.’ You slid it across to him. ‘You should give it read.’

‘What are you doing?’ Poe sighed. 

‘I’m proving a point, Dameron.’

‘Yeah, you’ve always been good at that.’ He snatched the letter from you, pulling it open. ‘You just gonna stare at me the whole time that I read this?’

‘Yup.’

Another sigh escaped his lips as he tore it open, eyes briefly scanning the page for a moment. His brow furrowed - was it possible to feel like words were punching you in the throat?

Poe, 

If you’re reading this, it’s either because I’m dead or M.I.A, or you’ve been snooping through Leia’s desk draw in search of that damned Coruscanti candy again. If it’s the latter, put this fucking down. Because it means I’m alive, and I’ll find you and throttle you. If it’s because of the first one, then keep reading, because it means I’m gone. Turns out that I only act immortal. 

I should preface this by saying that I’m sorry. Sorry that we didn’t get to be together again and sorry that I didn’t try harder to make it happen. Please know that it’s what I wanted more than anything. You probably already know it, but I never stopped loving you. I died loving you (hopefully in a bad-ass way) and because death is, rather unfortunately, a permanent state, it means that I’ll love you forever. 

I’m only being bold with my words because I know you won’t be around for me to be embarrassed by how soft you’ve made me, but you’re my best friend. My other half and my whole world. You made me feel safe and loved and by all intents and purposes, you are my home. Whoever ends up getting to marry you - because you will find someone; the galaxy is a large place and there is another person out there who will find your annoying ass to be rather charming - is the luckiest fucking person ever. I’m just sorry that I can’t be there to watch it happen, and even more sorry that it couldn’t be me. 

Love you always, flyboy 

- (name) 

p.s I have a cactus on my window ledge. Can you water it for me? Thanks. 

Poe’s eyes were bleary with tears by the end - at the thought of you dying, at the thought of him being the last person you thought of before you went on that mission. The mission that he’d sent you on, as your Commander. He’d caused you grief without even trying. 

‘That mission was two weeks ago.’ He looked up at you, not even bothering to hide the water in his eyes. ‘You wrote this two weeks ago.’

‘Yeah.’ You quietly murmured. Giving a small nod, you stood up from the table and wiped your own eyes. ‘You should hold onto that.’

‘W-where are you going?’

‘I have work to do.’ You stood up. ‘Goodbye, Poe.’

'For now or forever?’ He tried to force a joke, but it didn’t really work in his favour.

‘You had a point in what you said.’ You replied. ‘We should both move on.’ 

His eyes fell back down to the letter, where a few scrawled words jumped out at him: I’ll love you forever.

Until now, he hadn’t considered the fact that forever was still forever, even when you spent it apart. 

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bnha chapter 316 thoughts

Is this just a thing now? this is just a thing now

So Lady Nagant is not dead but she ain’t exactly kickin either, Chisaki is not as out of his mind as I thought but he was pretty crazy to begin with so yknow, andddd:

As I thought in the post on the previous chapter, Hawks’s wings are still out of it (ngl tho he looked pretty cute in this scene)

Deku too, he looked simultaneously like a baby and also depressed after getting worn and torn in battle. For real, he was just adorable and also sinister:

Anyway I mentioned that in chapter 314 there was a parallel established between Lady Nagant and Hawks, and I’m glad they touched on that this chapter, essentially showing how Hawks (and Deku) were able to remain true to their beliefs and duty which is something Nagant struggled and ultimately failed to do. 

This chapter really was just tying up the introduction to the new arc: we’ve learned how Deku operates now, we understand the state of the world, we know who he’ll be teaming up with (the top three, and an All Might whose dad-vibes have increased tenfold lately), and this chapter solidifies what kind of enemies Deku will be facing from here on out. 

Really, this is quite literally the beginning of the end, and you can tell just because of the last page:

How long do you reckon All for One’s been waiting to use that? Also upon viewing that image again, I realize the heroes have been bamboozled and blown up. A fun trick, but I doubt there’s anything to worry about because hanging around Bakugou for so long would give anyone a couple tricks to survive explosions. 

On another note can I just say All for One is kinda... fun? Like our general buddies from the League of Villains were amusing and a decent threat, the Meta Liberation Army was lowkey just a pain in the ass (idk somehow Re-Destro gets on my nerves), and the Paranormal Liberation Front was a legitimate threat that built up more and more dread the longer the War Arc went on. 

But like, All for One feels kinda... Evil? That didn’t make sense, what I mean is that it’s kinda like yayyy this is it. This is the Big Bad. With all the other antagonists there’s been a lot of backstory and reasons and grey area, because bnha from the beginning has been all about perspective. With All for One, it’s kinda like we finally have the big bad villain we get to go all out on to destroy. 

It’s very exciting too, he’s a foe of a different sense. The P.L.F was a force I dreaded the heroes to face because I could feel the utter loss and struggle and collapse that would come - which it did. With AfO, I’m excited for them to clash, Because the collapse and the ruin has occurred. This is the stage where we can only go up, because we’ve reached the low point. 

Remember that plot chart? Ignore it, because for series with cohesive arcs, the story is more like those character growth charts you see for Disney movie protagonists, with ups and downs that eventually reach a huge low point that lead to a huge rising up until our happy ending. Of course, there are setbacks along the way, some bigger than others, but it’s the net change that counts, and that change is going up. 

And the rising is always the most uplifting and exhilarating part 

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Plus, All for One can totally see through all of Deku’s shounen behaviours, i.e. gotta help everyone:

and his shounen abilities like turning antagonists into allies,  i.e. Lady Nagant. I don’t know why I find it so funny, but it’s also nice because something like the ‘unexpected’ power of friendship/teamwork is not what taking the bad guy down in this series will be about. Not that I hate teamwork, harmony in battle is beautiful, so what I’m looking forward to is more badass fights ( ⓛ ω ⓛ )

[On a side note, I miss the 1-A kids. I like the whole dark vibe and in particular how not showing Deku’s classmates and instead surrounding him with adults and professionals is what creates the isolated and mature aura around him and maintains the grungy atmosphere, but still.

I wanna see how they’re doing.]

[spidersbane]

Hello! Can I get MCU, The Hobbit, and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. ship? 💚

Appearance: She/her. 179,5cm tall, rectangle body shape. Fair skin complexion with quite a few birthmarks. Dyed brown with honey-red highlights, shoulder-length, straight hair with bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with two dimples on the left cheek and one on the right cheek (only visible while smiling). A gap between the upper front teeth.

Personality (good and bad traits): Ever since I was a kid, I was always quite mature for my age – I identify myself as an old soul. I come off as polite and well-mannered to strangers, yet I tend to keep it to myself by being reserved. But, that’s because I have social anxiety and I’m nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m comfortable with being with my inner circle – closest friends and family. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family, Cinderella who’s been taken advantage of. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical, ways. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day) – imagining myself in situations far from my current circumstances. Sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I have an internal struggle between my needs and wants. I can lack focus and be indecisive as a result – when I decide on one route, I am pulled in another direction at the same time (“But what if…”, “on the other hand...”). That is why I’m having a bit of a struggle with deciding what I want to do in the future (career-wise). I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and passionately and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it hards for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.

Hobbies, likes: My hobbies are cleaning, writing (re-writing song lyrics, making small notes, writing stories), listening to any type of music, catching up on my favorite films and TV shows, hanging out with friends, going to the cinema, or the club, being out in nature, reading, traveling. I like history, cooking, fashion magazines (or fashion in general), road trips, spirituality, mythology, books, orange juice, previous decades, cottage-core, dark academia.

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP-T. Bi-sexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!

hey @pataim ! thanks so much for sending in your request, and thank you so much for your honesty about yourself. like it takes a lot to air yourself out like that, and I admire your strength for it. but also fINALLY a 'Man from U.N.C.L.E' ship! I love that movie and attempt Illya's accent all the time, so this will be fun :)

For the MCU/Marvel - I ship you with Steve Rogers/Captain America ! 

no one can tell me that Steve doesn’t have a set routine honestly, so let me just get that out there 

he seems intimidating at first, esp as a public figure and Avenger, but Steve is nothing but passionate about what he does. so it may clash w your lack of direction, but I could honestly see him envying that a lil bit, like it’s not that you don’t have direction, it’s the fact that you still have a choice in the matter. 

your love of history put you in a museum, here you bumped into Steve in a horrible disguise. he struck up the conversation first, and once you got past the whole “holy crap that’s Captain America”, you could actually engage with him in the material and boi was he smitten 

he would love to join you when your rewatched your fave things, bc not only is he catching up on more media he missed out on, he’s also getting to know your interests in a way that’s comfortable with you. it avoids all the small talk, but leaves room for discussion after the film/show ! 

since you tend to sponge up a lot of what other people believe, it’s totally Steve who actually tries to question what you think and what you feel about things. he’s someone who encourages you to have your own opinions and to stay true to those thoughts. so while with him, you can rely on him to learn about yourself, you also gain skills for independence

overall, Steve is super patient, and despite his chaotic job as Cap, he takes comfort in his routine, and would find comfort incorporating a partner’s routine into his life. and as you grow in a relationship with him, he’s patient about teaching you how to be your own person, and helping you learn more about yourself. and while it’s uncomfortable, you grow stronger throughout being with him :) 

For The Hobbit - I ship you with Bilbo Baggins !

Bilbo is the definition of introvert, and you're right there with him

not that introversion is ever a bad thing, bc it isn't. but Bilbo is quite content to sit in his little hobbit hole and vibe. like Gandalf had to come find him, ya know. dude disappeared from his own bday.

but anyways. it's not that Bilbo lacks purpose, it's just that he's more content with a quieter life. and it seems like his quiet life would balance you out well! like the Shire is so so chill, and there doesn't really seem to be a lot of pressure on the hobbits to pick a profession. like they just genuinely do what needs to get done.

similarly, Bilbo is the type who seems a little bothered by mushy displays of affection. exhibit a: disappearing from his own bday. like he's much more the type to refill your tea when y'all are reading by the fireplace, which he would totally do w you

it will probs take you a little while to warm up to each, given just how introverted you both are. but when he explains that he has set ways of doing things, then if they're compatible w your ways of doing things, then it doesn't take you long to open up to him

like it'll be a little jarring, but he takes comfort in his routines too. and it'll be an event trying to incorporate both of your ways of life together, but he's willing to do it

overall, yours is a very quaint partnership, built on deep respect for one another. neither of you are going to push the other to do things you aren't into. and y'all just live your best lives together tbh :)

For The Man From U.N.C.L.E - I ship you with Illya Kuryakin !

I love my big Russian spy so much, so this is fun for me

so Illya is the epitome of reserved and generally quiet, so it might take a while to really break down his walls and talk to him. and he's not quite sure what to do with you once you join the team

but, he's playing his game of chess alone, and when you sit down and ask to play with him, he opens up a little more after that

if you're one who get sent out on mission with the team, get ready, bc sometimes those missions require a lot of improvising. but you'd probably be at whatever 'base' was, helping run operations from a more secure place. but Illya and Napoleon improvise a lot, leading to a lot of headaches for you and Waverly

Illya has small bursts of anger, but similar to Gaby, most times, you can intervene and he doesn't get violent. or when he does, he tries to make sure it isn't in front of you. but bc you care so deeply for him, you're there for him in the aftermath. and that's how you show your love for him.

by patching him up if he gets cut, by talking him down when he's angry. and just generally trying to take care of him. and he totally does the same for you, especially if you get sent out into the field

and much to Illya's dismay, Solo doesn't refrain form making jokes about you. but if you can take them in stride, then Solo welcomes you into the team just as well :)

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Comfort and Care

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆!𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

Blurb: Dominique comes over to help the reader feel a bit better after a bad week

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: so this is very self indulgent! I haven’t been doing too well mentally and that isn’t really portrayed in the fic but I wrote this because of that... I hope you enjoy! (Also I may write more lost girls content? We will see what happens! Let me know what you’re all vibing with!)

You cried yourself to sleep. You could barely focus on your studies and you didn’t even have the strength to brush your teeth. 

You wanted it all to stop. The feeling to pass. You hated it and you hated yourself for it. 

You didn’t want to get up and move, but you knew you had to. 

—

You groaned and got up from your bed. Your reflection was sad— reflecting your current state— your hair was oily, a sign you needed to shower, Your skin was breaking out again, and your pajamas looked wrinkled and worn from you wearing them for days on end. 

You didn’t have the strength or energy to change and make yourself presentable, but you had plans to meet your friends at the boardwalk. 

You didn’t want to go. But you had to. They’d be upset you canceled on them. You hadn’t seen them since last weekend. 

“Ugh! Fuck it!” They probably wouldn’t care anyway. 

You went to the kitchen to grab the landline and dial-up the Emerson’s home phone. 

If Grandpa hasn’t wrecked it yet. 

It rang. It rang, and it rang, and it rang, and it—

—it stopped. 

“Hello?” 

“Michelle?” You asked. 

“Hey, (Y/N)! What’s up?” 

“Oh um, I don’t… I don’t feel good… I don’t think I’m gonna go to the boardwalk tonight.” 

“Okay… I’ll tell the others. Do you want Dominique to come over? She’s gonna be pissed you didn’t show.” 

A wave of guilt flashed over you. You hadn’t seen your girlfriend in a week… 

She was going to be upset, and you didn’t want to upset her, but you really didn’t want to go out.

“Um, I’ll see her tomorrow…” 

“Okay. Hope you feel better!”

“Thanks…” you put the phone back on the hook and went immediately back to your room. 

You turned on your small tv, not bothering to see what was on, and buried yourself under the covers, and tried to fall asleep to the sounds of the television. 

—

“(Y/N)... (Y/N)...” 

You groaned as you slowly awoke. “Hhhhhhhh…” You rubbed your eyes and opened them. 

Above you was Dominique. She was straddling your lap, her hand cradling your cheek. 

“You’re up.” 

“What— what are you doing here?” You asked. 

“Michelle said you didn’t feel good,” She stated. 

“Yeah, but—“ 

“I brought you snacks, some blankets, your heating pad you left at the cave, I even brought some movies from Darcy’s collection.”

“Thanks...” 

Dominique frowned, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just tired. Tired of everything. I’m so overwhelmed but I don’t do anything! I feel so alone all the time. Which is stupid as hell, but—“ 

“Oh, Kitten, it’s okay… I get it…” 

“It’s so stupid. I’m stupid. I wish I got to see you more often,” You frowned. “My parents are just arguing all the time and I’m worried they’ll drag me into it. I don’t know if I can take it.” 

“Where are they now?” She asked. 

“My mom went to her sister’s and my dad is at my grandpa’s. It’s just us.” 

“Come here,” Dominique helped you get up and lean against your pillow. “It’s okay. This feeling will pass…”

“It feels like it never will. I was doing fine for so long and now I’m not! It’s pathetic.” 

“No. You are not pathetic. You are amazing and strong and doing your absolute best.”  

Dominique tried to give you a kiss, but you flinched.

“What is it?” She asked. 

“I haven’t brushed my teeth today… my breath probably smells awful.” 

“I don’t care. Pumpkin, I’m dead. My breath smells bad all the time. My eyebrows disappear when I vamp out. I kill people.” 

“But still… I’m disgusting. My skin is breaking out again and I look like an oily rat.” 

“When was the last time you showered?” She asked. 

“I don’t even remember. Maybe Monday? I don’t know…” You felt so helpless. You felt so embarrassed in your girlfriend’s arms. 

“How about we take a warm shower? That sound good?” 

“Okay.” 

Dominique led you into the bathroom and helped you strip out of your dirty pajamas. “Have you eaten today?” She asked. 

“Yeah. I had some peanut butter and apple slices.” 

“Anything else?” 

“Coffee.”

Dominique frowned, tossing her shirt off and throwing it with your clothes, “Coffee isn’t a meal, kitten.” 

“Yeah, but I needed the caffeine.”

“After your shower, I’ll make you something to eat. Come on.” 

Dominique stuck her hand out to see if the water from the tub faucet was warm enough. When she decided it was, she pulled the diverter valve, letting the showerhead run. She held your hand, helping you into the shower. 

You stood directly under the showerhead, letting it beat down on your hair. Dom grabbed your shampoo bottle, squirting some product into her hands, before lathering it into your scalp. 

Her body pressed against yours. It was cold. Her hands in your hair were just as chilly. 

You had become used to the feeling, but you still shivered. She was a stark contrast against the hot water coming down.

You rinsed out your shampoo and applied conditioner to your ends. You thought about shaving, but Dominique said that could be done another time. 

You ran your fingers through your hair, washing the conditioner out of the ends when you noticed Dominique’s mullet no longer styled. 

“Oh, your hair!” You cooed. “It’s all soaked.”

“It’s fine.” She waved off. “I’ll fix it later.” 

You turned the water off and Dominique grabbed a towel for you. 

“Thanks.” 

“You’re welcome.” You both dried off and looked in your room for some clean clothes. 

“Here’s one of your sweatshirts…” You sheepishly handed over. “I think I have some of your sweatpants too…”

Dominique chuckled. She gave them to you to keep, you didn’t have to be so shy about it. “Thanks, Kitten. What do you want to eat?”

“I dunno…”

Dom restated her question. “What do you have?” 

“Uh, I think chicken strips…”

“Pumpkin…” She warned. 

“What?”

“You cannot eat chicken strips for every meal.”

“I didn’t! I made pasta this week, and I even had a vegetable!” 

“Good! Good, I’m proud. Sit at the counter and I’ll find something to make.” A small smile snuck its way onto your face as you got yourself an empty glass and filled it with water. You sat down, watching Dom look through your fridge and cupboard. 

“Want me to make salmon? Or was your mom saving that?”

“Oh, um, if it’s in the freezer go ahead.” 

You watched Dominique take out a baking tray, and place a piece of foil over it. She poured olive oil over it and added some spices to season the bottom side of the salmon. She cut up a lemon into thin slices, placing some on the pan and saving the rest for the top of the fish. She placed the salmon onto the tray and added more seasoning. 

“I’m going to steam some veggies too. Can you get them out for me, Pumpkin?” 

“Yeah,” You got up from your seat and opened the fridge. “We just have carrots and broccoli… um, there’s also some rice leftover from… I think Thursday…?” 

“Get it out. I can reheat it.” 

You placed it all on the counter for Dom to have access to. You sat back down and continued watching her cook as you absentmindedly sipped on your water. 

As Dom steamed the carrots and broccoli, heated the rice, and cleaned up, she just had to wait for the fish to finish cooking in the oven. 

She turned her attention to you. 

she cupped your face with one hand gently, “You look tired.” 

“So do you,” You teased. 

Dominique squinted her eyes. “Are you trying to cause trouble?” 

“No…” You had to hold back a giggle. She rolled her eyes and kissed your forehead. 

“Lemme get you some more water.” She took your cup and refilled it. 

“Thanks.” 

“Mhmm,” Dominique glanced at the oven timer. There was a little less than two minutes left for the salmon. 

“I’m going to see if it’s done. It probably is.” She opened the oven door and—

“Use an oven mitt!” You reminded her. 

Dom almost scoffed, “Kitten, my skin will heal in a week—“ 

“It will smell like burnt flesh for weeks if you don’t use an oven mitt. And I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

Dominique found it sweet how much you cared about her, even if it was in a minuscule moment like this. She grabbed the nearest oven mitt— yellow, with a sunflower design all over. It clashed with her aesthetic for sure, but safety before fashion. 

Dom pulled the salmon out and poked it with a fork.

“yeah, I think it’s done. I’ll take it out and let it cool. Get yourself a plate.” 

You did as you were told, and you filled your plate up with vegetables and rice and your piece of salmon. 

“Are you going to eat anything?” You asked Dominique. 

“I’m not hungry.” 

“You sure?” 

“If I want some food, I’ll take it from you later, and besides, I only need blood to survive.” She reminded you. 

“Have you drank lately? Do you need to? You can have some of my blood while we watch a movie, I don’t mind,” You told her as you took your plate and headed to your bedroom. 

“I’m fine, pumpkin.” She shut the door behind you, put a random movie in the tv’s tape player, and made herself comfortable on your bed. 

“Besides, I don’t want to drink from you right now, it will affect your mood… and I want you to get better… Okay?”

“Oh. Okay.” 

Dominique stroked your cheek, “Don’t feel bad, (Y/N). I can get blood from anyone… but I can only get one of you, and I want you to be happy. You’re my girlfriend, I care about you a lot.” 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or not. 

Dom wasn’t always the best with words, and she had a bit of trouble saying “I love you”, which you didn’t mind. She showed she loved you in other ways than just words. Like coming over with movies and blankets because you said you weren’t feeling good, or washing your hair for you, or cooking you dinner. 

“Thank you. I love you.” 

“Mhmm,” She wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead. 

[carminite-wyrm]

Its an Empires SMP + Wynncraft crossover AU I guess

So, I’ve been playing a lot of Wynncraft recently, and man, the Wynncraft lore sure is wild. Halfway through doing a quest I suddenly remembered that hey, nether corruption sure is a thing over here, and isn’t there Also an invading corruption storyline going on over in Empires?

Anyways so here I am with yet another niche AU idea lmao (though also with the latest videos from Pix and Gem I...kind of already am thinking of a variant on this one lmao)

- Some indeterminable point in time in the future, the Empires gang are having the final fight against Xornoth, ready to take out the demon and cleanse their world of the corruption that had been taking hold of their kingdoms.

- Its down to the final few blows, with the Kings and Queens coming together, despite their grievances with one another, despite all the differences that had once been between them, to finally strike down the demon.

- Naturally, of course, it goes a little sideways.

- The final blow lands, and the hellish arena disappears in a flash of unholy light.

- When the heroes awaken, they find themselves in a spider-infested patch of woodland.

- Upon fighting/running their way out, they quickly realise that yeah, this sure isn’t the Empires SMP anymore.

- There are some shenanigans, probably, upon that realisation, but eventually, the group makes their way to the nearby city of Detlas, severely disconcerted by the clear presence of corruption in the land around them.

- They’re fairly certain that they saved their own land, only to land right in another world also beset by corruption.

- Their various communicators also seem to be displaying a different HUD from what they’re used to, including an actual mana bar along with their health, and more equipment slots and most baffling of all: the option to level up and increase a variety of skills.

- Also, there’s magic, though a different magic than what they’re used to

Added to that, the monsters are far more different to what they’ve encountered in their home world. Zombies, fairly standard, even if the ones in this strange land seem somehow more powerful than theirs. Spiders, easy. And then Joey stumbles across a flaming horse rocketing straight at him at roughly 40kmph, screeching demonically all the while. It narrowly misses pummelling him in the face with its hooves and oh, looks like this isn’t a standard world after all.

Character classes and more thoughts under the cut!

Character classes! (Wynncraft currently has 5 classes people can choose from!)

Warriors (uses polearms/hammers, generally the dps/tank build)

Scott – He has a pink battleaxe, yes of course he’s the heavy-weapon-using class. Also, bc I think it’d be really amusing to see this elf dude w/ an antler crown charging straight at someone with a massive axe/hammer/polearm.

Fwhip – King of the Grimlands, projecting an image of strength even as the corruption ran rampant and clashed with the inherent darkness of his own kingdom.

Lizzie – Ocean Queen w/ a Trident, enough said. Sure, there might not be any axolotls in this world for some reason, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have the powers that made her one of the most powerful Empires back home. Probably mains thunder elemental magic, bc sending chain lightning at enemies is very cool.

Mages (Magic staff goes brr. Also they can heal)

Gem! – I imagine she’d be highly adept at hitting enemies with the regular attack spell, and then suddenly casting a meteor and crystalline ice to obliterate her foes as the rest of the party watches on.

Katherine – Teleporting + fast attacks = magic menace. Also bc I think it’d look cool for her, and honestly that’s the majority of my decision-making here w/ the class selections

Pixl – Idk, something about the vigil and the whole candle thing makes me think he’d make a pretty damn good healer. Calm, collected, and the most unshakeable amongst the chaos of the Empires gang. (This AU idea was written like, a week before the latest video lmao so we're just gonna...gloss over the most recent plot developments for a bit until I can figure out how to make it make sense in the AU)

Assassins (Stabby stabby DPS)

Joel – Look I just think the imagery of Joel + Lizzie absolutely wrecking shit together on a battlefield is too good to pass up on.

Sausage – Man literally ran an assassin guild back in their home world, of course he’s an assassin here in this one. Probably has several sets of daggers hidden up his sleeves, and probably ends up with a life steal build.

Pearl – Pearl with knives would be terrifying and amazing to behold. On the other hand, I was considering either Mage or Shaman but we already have like three Mages, and I don't really have any ideas for how Pearl would utilise the Shaman abilities atm.

Archers (Ranged DPS or support)

Jimmy! – Swamp boi deserves to pop off and what better way than to be able to cause arrows to rain from the sky. And also to backflip out of danger. I imagine navigating a swamp has given him an actual dexterity or agility score.

Shaman (Buffs + support)

Shubble – Honestly I think she’d really vibe with the nature-y vibes this class kind of gives me, what with her mushroom kingdom vibes and the magic. Also, one of the most complex classes, but considering Shubble and her whole researching the corruption thing, I think it’d fit.

Joey – I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know much about his POV beyond ‘wants to court the demon’ at the moment, so contributions welcome here.

- Gem and Shubble’s initial investigations (because they absolutely hit the first library or archive they could find) whilst the others explored/adventured around the area eventually lead them to determining that in order to return to their own world, they’ll have to make their way to the most dangerous region of the Wynn region: The Silent Expanse.

Defeating whatever entity is chilling deep in that eldritch hellzone that’s pinging off Gem and Shubble’s (w/ machinery assistance from Pixl) cobbled-together ‘machine for detecting their world’s own magic’ should be enough to trigger the same event that sent them to this world. They think. Its enough for them all to hope, at any rate.

- Its an odd feeling, being at the height of their powers only to be thrust into a world where a tap from an armoured skeleton can take them down to a third of their health in one hit, at their current ability level.

- The party starts off at roughly level 5-7 btw, because I’ve had to do the tutorial quest and Enzan’s Brother quest like six times and I want to skip that here thanks.

- Eventually, the group does have to split into smaller parties for efficiency, though they’re understandably hesitant to be separate from everyone else in an unfamiliar world.

- Obviously, the parties do shuffle around a bit depending on what quests they end up undertaking, to play for each of their strengths and to cover for their weaknesses.

- Because they’re the Kings and Queens of the Empires SMP, they climb up the levels fairly rapidly, racing through quests in Ragni, Detlas, Nemract, Almuj, before finally venturing across the ocean to the province of Gavel.

- They’re well aware that something rather bad is going on in this world, something that looks and feels so similar to the corruption back home, but yet not.

- Their first encounter with the Parasites in the Dark Forest has those more in tune with the currents of magic, or the natural world, recoiling from the feeling of ‘wrong wrong that should not be in this world-‘

After that harrowing encounter, they are very, very glad, that in their world, the source of the corruption was clearly from a pesky demon, and not the result of warring planar powers.

One would think that, as the resident swamp dweller of their motley group, Jimmy would have been a tad more relaxed in the Olux Swamp. And yet, the magic from his Empire has him on edge throughout their travels in that area, the lingering sense of foreign magic, of what the locals refer to as the Decay, worrying away at the familiar scent of the swamp.

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Whenever you're done with the matchups you have, I got curious how Tim, Brian, and EJ (yes, I'm becoming an EJ simp) would react with a s/o with minor tics? I can't find much representation for that :') - 🖌 anon

cont: It's mostly motor tics, and they're often anxiety induced, but sometimes they happen even if I'm not stressed out. - 🖌 anon

hi bby!! i hope this is the representation you’re looking for! i tried my best, but i don’t know if this is any good, so let me know. also, feel free to simp over EJ. he does sound like quite the catch, you know? 

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❓Brian with a s/o that has minor tics (mostly motor) ❓

❓Ok

❓It's not a big deal to him.

❓And it won't be, unless you want to make it a big deal.

❓ If you'd prefer him to behave a certain way when you tic, then just tell him and he's on it. Otherwise he's just going to ignore it.

❓If you wanna talk about it, then he'll listen to you though.

❓ It's just... he deals with Toby, so your tics really pale in comparison

❓ It hardly even fazes him tbh

❓ But if you’re stressed out, then he will help you to relax by drawing you a bath, inviting you to help garden, making you some tea or hot chocolate. 

❓ He picks up on stressed vibes pretty easily, and he’d do this even if you didn’t have any tics. He’s just a caring bf 

🎭Tim with a s/o that has minor tics (mostly motor)🎭

🎭 Okay, so the thing is, we know he gets annoyed super easily.

🎭 Especially with Toby.

🎭 He knows that Toby can't help it, but that doesn't stop him from still being aggravated whenever Toby's tics start to act up in a way that Tim finds bothersome

🎭 And he's not afraid to tell Toby he needs to go in another room because he's bothering him with his excessive noise and moving around. He can be so rude to poor Toby when he's in a bad mood

🎭 But the thing is, it's less about Toby's disorder and more about Toby's personality.

🎭 Their personalities just clash a lot of the time (although they do have good times, don't get me wrong), so anything remotely annoying about Toby pisses Tim off

🎭 But Tim would never treat his precious s/o the way he treats Toby. Toby's his roommate, coworker, and (kind of) friend.

🎭 You on the other hand, you are his s/o. You are special to Tim :)  

🎭 You could never get on his nerves.

🎭 He honestly forgets sometimes that you have do tic because it's just something he often glosses over.  

🎭 Everything you do is wonderful in his eyes. You could do no wrong, and never irritate him.

🎭 It's literally like:

*Toby, Tim, and you sitting in a quiet room while the boys are trying to work on something important*

Toby: *tics*

Tim: >:( Can you literally be quiet, I'm working here!!

You: *does the same tic*

Tim: :) baby!! :)

🎭 Does this make sense? No, not really. But it's a testament to his love for you, that nothing you could do would annoy him the way he gets annoyed by other people :)

🎭 If you’re stressed out, and he notices, he will make you food or ask you if you’d like a massage or something. If he doesn’t notice that you’re stressed, just ask him to snuggle and he will happily oblige. 

🤍 EJ with a s/o that has minor tics (mostly motor)🤍

🤍 He doesn't mind your motor tics. It's not like he can really see it anyway!

🤍 If you do have some vocal tics, he goes "brrr?" and you'll have to tell him not to worry, it was just a tic.

🤍 Remember that he relies on his hearing for a lot, so just be sure to let him know (if/when you can) you're ticcing so he's not standing there confused. EJ may not be able to see you very well, but he can still tell that there's some kind of movement happening (or a noise you make) so just fill him in when you can on what's going on.

🤍 And after you've been dating for a while, you won't need to do that because he can just kind of tell after being together for a long time.

🤍 EJ will do his research when you tell him about your tics, so he's fully prepared with everything and anything that may help you. He will become an expert overnight, just so that you are 100% comfortable with him at all times.

🤍 He is the only one out of the three here that will go out of his way to destress you before you even get to the point of stress-ticcing. 

🤍 EJ is one of the best people in the mansion to date if you have a tic disorder tbh, because he's so understanding. He also struggles with a, um, disability, let's say. So he gets not wanting to be viewed or treated differently, and he understands that there may need to be adjustments to certain things in your relationship (ex: Movie dates are not a thing with EJ. And perhaps you can't be in the room when EJ is performing a check-up on someone because that triggers your tics. It's not a big deal as long as the both of you understand the others limits and such).

🤍 EJ can be a worrier so if he hears you tic and, for example, you hit your arm on something, he'll definitely fuss over you. Expect to hear "you alright, dear?" many, many times.

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Can you give me some Marko and Sam friendship? 🥺🥺

Totally my man

Out of the boys, Marko’s the second one Sam gets close to after Paul, and it’s for a very... specific reason

Because they hate each other at first

Like... a lot

No one really knows why, just something about their vibes clashing, but every conversation between them ends in insults flying back and forth, and sometimes they have to be separated to cool off

And that’s just how it is. For months. Sam hates Marko, Marko hates Sam

And then one night, when Paul and Dwayne are out getting food and David’s out with Michael, Sam thunders into the cave looking totally out of sorts

Hes all wide eyed and fidgety, and it looks like he ran there

Marko makes his usual jab about Sam being a momma’s boy a little far from home, but Sam doesnt even respond, just trudges over to look in the side nooks of the main room, like he’s searching for something

Marko flies over to tease him again, and finally Sam snaps at him

“Can you shut up? I don’t have time for this right now! Is-is Paul here?”

“Why you wanna know? Those froggy friends of yours not wanna hang anymore?”

That only seems to make Sam more wound up. He’s nervously squeezing his knuckles and rechecking the cave again and he looks frantic

“No! I just gotta talk with him about something!”

“Lemme guess, you missed your Saturday morning cartoons and need to know if Bobby bear escaped the volcano.”

“No, god, fuck off Marko!”

“Strong words for such a little man.”

“Can you just leave me alone?!” Sam whips around to look at him and... fuck he’s crying

Marko kind of pauses, because while yeah, he thinks Sam is a little shit, hes never seen him cry like this before, not all angry and confused and trying to wipe the tears away like he doesn’t know why they’re there

And all of a sudden Marko’s fucking worried about this kid

“What the hell happened with you?” he asks

Sam tenses, glancing around one last time like he expects Paul to jump out from nowhere, and then turns back to Marko

His eyes kind of dart over his face a bit, like he’s deciding something, and then he averts his gaze and starts tugging at his shirt sleeves, his leg bouncing in place as he takes a deep breath

“Um I think I...” he swallows, “I think I’m gay.”

Oh

“Oh.” Marko floats down to the ground and kind of... well he doesn’t really know what to do here

Sam looks mortified. He’s flushed redder than a tomato and the leg bouncing has increased its tempo immensely

It reminds Marko of when he came out, standing in his parents kitchen and—

No, no, it’s not gonna go that way

“So do you wanna talk about it or what?”

Sam shakes his head a little, still very much not making eye contact, his foot tap tap tap taptaptaptapping. Marko sighs. The kid is gonna vibrate through the floor if he keeps going at this rate

“Hey,” he puts a hands on Sam’s shoulders, aiming for gentle, though he’s not sure he succeeds. “You’re gonna be fine. It’s... it can suck but you’re ok and it’s gonna be fine I’ll... you can talk to me about this shit if you want.”

Sam finally actually looks at him, and the relief there is... it’s weird

Marko removes his hands quickly and shakes them out. “Yeah so, that’s enough of that. C’mon, let’s hit the board walk.”

“What?”

He gestures at the entrance to the cave. “The boardwalk, Sam. You need to blow off some steam or something, you look like shit.”

“Oh.”

“Plus,” Marko adds as he tugs Sam towards the steps, “I can’t make fun of you when you’re all weepy, it’s boring.”

They spend the rest of the night fucking around on rides and stuff, and Marko even convinces Sam to steal something small from one of the gift shops

After that it’s like a switch flips, and they’re suddenly thick as thieves

They talk about fashion and clothes, Marko buys Sam patches for some of his older jackets and steals some of the shirts he wears less often, because “You weren’t using them anyway”

Marko very much becomes the casual and slightly bad influence older bro who cares a lot

“Don’t do what I do Sammy, unless I tell you to.”

Sam confides a lot in Marko abt queer stuff before he comes out to the others, and they end up bonding a lot over that.

Sam’s really happy that Marko’s supportive. Even though he knew the guys weren’t straight, he still had a lot of insecurities, and being able to talk and explore stuff and kind of test run different labels with someone was really comforting to him

With some coaxing he does come out to everyone else about a month later, Lucy first and then the rest of the guys, and finally the Frogs

Every once and awhile Sam wakes up to something thumping and finds Marko crawling in through his window. If he’s coaxed enough, he’ll get up and get dressed and let Marko take him on some dumb late night adventure to an abandoned building or nearby tourist trap or whatever else has caught his eye

He gets caught coming back home about half the time, but Lucy can’t stay mad at them since Sam’s never actually gotten hurt. She still wishes they wouldn’t do it on school nights though, since she already has a hard enough time getting Sam up in the mornings

Marko gives Sam a stick and poke tattoo of a little vampire face on his ankle when he’s 17

Sam forwards Edgar to Marko when he starts questioning stuff too (which Marko thinks is hilarious)

They still argue about stuff, but it’s about things like music and movies instead, both of which they have strong and differing opinions on

Marko’s not allowed to fly Sam around anymore because he dropped him into one of the bushes out back on his birthday once and Sam broke his arm

They both thought it was really funny though

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