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femmenature · 13 hours ago

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Devoted to you

The creator of this content does not speak English, constructive criticism on grammar is welcome😭

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader (without a house specified)

Summary: You and Mattheo aren't serious. But seeing you in class talking so animatedly with another guy makes his feelings take an unexpected turn.

Warnings: Bad words, mentions of sexual topics (almost none)

Mattheo usually didn't pay attention in class, his only role was to occasionally annoy Theodore. But now? He'd never been so focused, watching everything you did, the way you looked at the idiot sitting next to you. The way your eyelashes fluttered, causing him to constantly need to see you. The way one of your legs was draped over the other, lifting your skirt. The way your hair was positioned in the perfect place, a small strand falling across your face as if it had been an paid actor to make you look even more beautiful and romantic. The way your perfume filled the classroom, making it impossible to ignore it, to ignore you. Your laughter filled every corner of his mind, but knowing that you weren't laughing with him, but with someone else, made his hands tremble with envy, with anger. A sigh of longing escaped his lips, and a look of need for you appeared, unwilling and unable to hide it.

"What the hell are you doing?" He thought to himself. He knows you're not in a relationship with him, he knows it's nothing serious, so why did he let this feeling get this far? Why did he let it go so deep? Now he knows that by not saying it, by hiding it, his body is starting to give it away. The vein in his neck, his trembling hands, his labored breathing, the anguish in his chest, his clenched jaw and his piercing eyes on you. It's impossible to hide it, he's desperate. And on the other hand, he wondered how the hell you're not feeling the same as him, how can you be talking to someone else when you both know each other so well, so deeply. And it's not just about the sex and the passion in bed anymore. Was it casual when you listened to his family's problems while he lay on your chest? When he cried sitting on your bed waiting for you to appear, knowing that you were the only one who knows about his darkness, about his father?

When he could no longer hide his pain, Mattheo abruptly stood up from his seat, earning a couple of glances, though he was only interested in yours. He didn't care, since all he needed was to get out of there right now. When he was finally able to escape the classroom, he walked quickly through the empty hallways, since everyone was in class, where he should be. But a voice made him stop in his tracks, and the only one who can do that is you, he knows it very well.

"Mattheo, what's going on? Why did you leave like that?" Your voice comes out in a wary tone. You're worried, he never did that, he always seemed so cool and carefree. Even though you know him, you know him too well for that action to go unnoticed. You know he didn't leave like that because he was bored with class or because he was having a rebellious moment; it's more than that.

Without turning around, Mattheo spoke to you calmly, trying to control his voice so you wouldn't find out what was really wrong with him. "It's nothing, go back to class. I don't feel like being there, so I just left. You can tell them I feel bad or some lie like that." You rolled your eyes, knowing it was bullshit. Why would he lie to you now? Knowing so much about each other, what is he hiding from you that it's so serious? "Seriously, you expect me to believe your excuse?"

"I don't expect anything from you. I saw you were having fun, so I don't mean to interrupt," he snapped. Your shoulders tensed, and you watched as his fists clenched, trying to hold back the words eager to escape his throat. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And turn around if you're going to accuse me of stupid things, Mattheo."

His body turns slowly, looking into your eyes. He couldn't help but love the way you command him, the way you control him so effortlessly, the way you have him wrapped around your fingers. He needs you to keep playing with him like he's your puppet. He'd let you do whatever you want to him, but he doesn't say it. He can't tell you, he can't look weak in front of everyone, in front of you. But the truth is, he's devoted to you. Every word, every order, every complaint, every step you take toward him is a dagger in his chest. Your face is the most sacred art to him; he'd tear down every painting at Hogwarts to fill them with you. Your legs, your hands, your lips, your eyes.

His eyes remained fixed on you, the brightness in them evident every thought that crossed his mind. With a small, frustrated whisper, he finally spoke. "Am I really nothing to you? Because I'm going crazy just looking at you and you seem so... cold about it." Your eyebrows raised for a second, unable to maintain a neutral face while listening to him. "What are you talking about? You started this by establishing that we're not serious at all, in fact, that we never will be."

"I know, I know what I said. But that was before I knew you, really knew you. Before I didn't know how sweet your voice was when you tried to cheer me up. I didn't know how soft your hands were when you caressed my face. I didn't know that someone could wake up so beautiful and I didn't know that each one of my sighs would be eternally dedicated to you. The time we spent together during these months changed me, like my face has never been so good since you came into my life, without all those injuries. Everyone asks me why I don't get into fights like before, and even I surprise myself. Until I remember who I do it for, I do it for you and that is reason enough to stop. You are reason enough for everything you want me to do, just tell me, tell me what I have to do to be only yours because truly I don't want anyone else"

Your body is drawn to his words, your steps moving closer to him, standing face to face. You couldn't hide your smile, how could you? This is the moment you've been waiting for. "First, I want to make something clear. I wasn't having fun in class, I laughed at the jokes he told out of obligation, I didn't want to be that bad either. I think you know my real laugh well enough to know that it was fake." His face relaxes, letting out his characteristic smirk. "Second: you don't need to do anything, Mattheo Riddle. I was yours the moment you asked my name so confidently. Although I tried to avoid it, I guess the rumors are true. You're irresistible," you said the last bit ironically, while he let out a small laugh, rolling his eyes. "So... is this the right time to ask you to be my girlfriend? Or do I have to make a fool of myself again, but this time in front of the entire Hogwarts dining hall? Because if you want, I will." You tilt your head slightly, looking into his eyes, still with a smile on your face. "Come here, idiot." You pull him by the tie and kiss his lips, which you knew so well, but now it's different. Now it's better, because he's yours.

I owed this to my Harry Potter girls. 🫡💚

Maybe I'll release one of Van's today! Again, I apologize if I misspelled anything!

#benjamin wadsworth #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #harry potter #harry potter x reader #slytherin #slytherin x reader #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez x you #marcus lopez

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scariusaquarius · 1 day ago

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rehab. 27.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

A/n: it's been so hard to get any sleep as of late and I have no idea why. I already have insomnia rip. I noticed it got worse after getting the Nexplanon birth control. Has anybody else experienced this? aNYWAY PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR A N G S T. Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

Author: ScariusAquarius

rehab masterlist. chapter 26

After a while of just enjoying the music together, a soft knock on the door had the two super soldier's becoming alert. While Bucky turned to see who was knocking, (Y/n) had just stiffened; staring straight ahead as if to be at attention.

When Bucky noticed Steve standing there, he left the music on auto-play before leaving the room. Steve was gazing at (Y/n) as she slowly relaxed, and Bucky greeted the man with a curious look on his face as he closed the lab door.

"What's going on, Steve?"

Steve glanced at Bucky, stating gently.

"We know how HYDRA was able to infiltrate Wakanda. Come on."

Bucky was reluctant, glancing at (Y/n) for a moment, and Steve tilted his head slightly before he comforted.

"Don't worry, she'll be okay."

Bucky rolled his eyes, mumbling.

"I wasn't worried. Give me the rundown."

Steve snorted, raising his blonde brow at Bucky as the two of them began to walk to the meeting room and he teased the ex-assassin lightly.

"Are you sure? Seems like you're pretty worried."

"Shut up, punk, and just tell me what's going on, would you?"

Steve chuckled while Bucky rolled his eyes, and Steve began to launch himself into an explanation of all of the evidence the Avengers had gathered thanks to Wanda and Rollins.

"King T'Challa informed us that he had sent some advisors to the US for diplomacy and discussing some tech-sharing agreements and contracts. We think Rollins intercepted the delegation, forced the advisors to sneak them in, and when the advisors came back with the equipment, HYDRA was hiding in one of the shipments."

Bucky frowned, asking as he crossed his arms, looking over the files and plans.

"How did they get in undetected?"

Steve sighed and explained, his eyes glancing at Bucky.

"We think that the three scientists were threatened, so they bypassed the system by scanning the shipments that HYDRA was hiding in directly. Then, they escaped to the Serpents Valley to hide out until Rollins gave his orders."

Bucky's brow furrowed deeply, annoyance settling deep within his body, and he asked with a low tone to his voice.

"We got them all, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks to Wanda making Rollins' talk, we were able to get the jump on them. They're being escorted to the US as we speak. Shuri and Tony are teaming up to start investigating the other locations that Rollins gave us."

Bucky nodded, staying quiet for a moment before Steve looked at Bucky, giving the man a soft yet apologetic look. Bucky became uncomfortable, looking at Steve with a confused expression.

"What is it?"

Steve sighed before he opened up gently and softly.

"I'm sorry that I doubted you, Buck. I thought that everything was starting to take its toll on you, especially with what happened with Rollins. I know that you didn't want to do this in the beginning, and I pushed that onto you."

Bucky looked surprised before he turned away, crossing his arms and shaking his head slightly as his hair hung slightly within his face.

"At first, I hated the idea. We didn't know who this woman was, didn't know what her orders were...it was an unknown and a huge risk that we took with her,"

His voice paused, a thoughtful expression flashing through his eyes as Bucky continued.

"but now that we know who she is, what they did...what I did...I feel like I owe it to her...like we have a chance. She's been making incredible progress...faster than what I was able to do. I want to help, Steve. So, when you guys go to take down HYDRA...I'm going to stay here with (Y/n)."

Steve's eyes softened, a small smile coming across his face, and Bucky became embarrassed, looking away to stare down at the plans.

"I'm proud of you, Buck."

Bucky just rolled his eyes, but the sentiment was appreciated, his chest swelling slightly. Bucky shrugged, deflecting just the slightest though Steve picked up on it immediately.

"Have to let it go at some point."

"Right."

Bucky gave Steve an exasperated look before he turned, asking Steve as he began to go back to the lab.

"Just keep me updated...and let me know if I need to help."

Steve nodded, and Bucky walked off. Rubbing the back of his neck, Bucky pursed his lips and began to think. If Bucky had to admit it, he was a bit embarrassed that he never thought of them sneaking in through shipments. If HYDRA was known for anything, it was the outlandish ways that they infiltrated places. They were creative and strategic, like cuckoos planting their eggs in another nest.

At the end of it all, Bucky was just happy and relieved that there was finally an opportunity that he, and everyone else affected by HYDRA, could finally rest.

Though, Bucky knew that it wouldn't be that easy. There would still be fallout; a stray agent here and there, but it was finally starting to seem as though the horizon was finally starting to brighten.

When Bucky got back to the lab, his steps froze; planted straight to the ground. In the lab, (Y/n) was hunched over, her arms crossed and being used a pillow as she slept. Her breathing was slow and even, her face completely relaxed, and Bucky's steps became completely undetectable.

The music was still playing, Doris Day's soft voice filtering through the speakers, and Bucky couldn't help but to observe the woman. Her face was calm; unmarred by the hell that came with HYDRA, and Bucky carefully sat down in a chair just adjacent to her. He was careful and quiet as to not disturb her peaceful slumber, and he turned the music down just the slightest.

Although he was trying not to make it seem like he was keeping watch, his body stood alert, his eyes darting around the room and exits. He didn't mean to be so on guard, but Bucky couldn't help it.

Despite the inner turmoil of whether or not Bucky had a right to help her and to be with her, Bucky couldn't help but to feel a strange sense of protectiveness coming over himself as he looked at her.

This woman whose whole life was constructed and concocted since the moment she was born...she had no idea who she could have been without HYDRA. What person she could have become, what decisions she could have made for herself, what her interests and hobbies could have been.

Fidgeting slightly, Bucky slipped his hair up into a half man-bun before resting his elbows onto the table, clasping his hands together. Pursing his lips a little, his eyes looked down at the table as Doris' voice echoed through the room.

"Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you..."

Suddenly, (Y/n) shifted a bit in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly, and Bucky held his breath as she seemed to settle deeper into sleep. A small sigh escaped her scarred and chapped lips, and Bucky finally relaxed again. In his mind, Bucky couldn't help but to think.

'You must be so tired...when's the last time you ever had a peaceful and comfortable sleep?'

There were nights where peaceful sleep was hard to come by. Nightmares would plague him at every turn, every second that he had a moment to be by himself within his thoughts. In a childish way, Bucky couldn't help but to be jealous of the way (Y/n) was sleeping peacefully.

Then again, it was probably the first comfortable sleep that she'd had in a long time. Did she feel safe now, even if it was subconscious? Was she dreaming? Remembering? Bucky's toes curled within his boots a bit, and he became nervous.

What if she was remembering him? The man that helped do this to her? What if she never forgave him? Bucky bit his lip, and he shook his head a little bit. He couldn't think like that. He had to stay positive.

Even if it was hard.

Bucky's eyes flicked to (Y/n) when she flinched, and he immediately noticed the tell-tale signs of a nightmare. She was trembling in her sleep, her brows furrowed deeply, and she was mumbling, but nothing that was coherent. Bits and pieces, whimpers and sniffles, and Bucky wasn't sure what to do.

If he tried to wake her up, there was a possibility of her becoming hostile. While, yes, he could take her in a fight (as he had found out when they first met) but he didn't want it to end up in a fight.

Pursing his lips again, Bucky grabbed his phone and began to play The Everly Brothers again. He turned the music up a bit, and he breathed a sigh of relief when she began to calm down again.

For a moment, she slept again before her eyes began to flutter a little. Her heart rate began to quicken, and she immediately woke up, alert yet disoriented. Her gaze looked around before landing on Bucky, and he comforted her gently.

"Hey, it's okay."

(Y/n) blinked a bit, and she glanced around the lab again before looking at the speaker. She whispered softly after a moment of hesitation.

"I was...dreaming."

Bucky leaned forward, asking her softly.

"What were you dreaming about?"

Her eyes became distant for a moment before she whispered softly in a tone that was unsure.

"Rebecca."

Bucky's heart dropped into his stomach. He hadn't been expecting her to say his little sister's name, but his heart began to race anyway. Rebecca's face came through his mind, and he swallowed thickly. His eyes watered just the slightest, and it took everything in him to keep his voice steady.

"Rebecca? Who...um, who was she to you?"

(Y/n) seemed to pick up on his hesitation, and she tilted her head a little before she glanced away from him, her eyes becoming distant again.

"The woods...we met in the woods. She...smelled like ivory."

Bucky listened intently and patiently, his jaw clenching just the slightest, and she continued slowly while her brow furrowed as if she was confused.

"She was...a friend...I think. She was...pretty...in the sunlight."

Bucky didn't know why, but his heart began to palpitate. Although Bucky remembered his family, remembered Rebecca, it had been a long time since he'd seen her. Hell, Bucky wasn't even sure if she was alive anymore.

He was too afraid, and too ashamed, to find out.

So, instead, Bucky immediately began to latch onto what (Y/n) was saying; envisioning Rebecca the best that he could as the woman spoke.

"What did she look like? Do you remember?"

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed a bit, and she became unsure, rubbing her fingers as she thought.

"I...don't remember...but her voice...I remember. She spoke about the flowers...and how she missed her brother...James."

Like a gut-punch, Bucky's breath was stolen, and the tears began to come out of his eyes. Covering his mouth slightly, he tried to be quiet; tried to conceal his torment, and (Y/n) looked over at him in confusion. She wasn't sure what to do or say. Did she hurt him?

"I...I'm sorry..! I didn't...I didn't mean to hurt you."

She became afraid, closing up, and Bucky exclaimed loudly enough to make (Y/n) jolt.

"No! No...fuck, I'm sorry. I just...sorry."

He got up, the chair screeching across the floor, and Bucky left the room. The second that he was outside of the lab and away from the window, Bucky collapsed against the wall and began to cry. Holding his hands to his head, Bucky's jaw clenched as he tried to stifle his cries, but the pain was too much; the memories too much.

He should have never stayed at Camp Lenigh with Major Samson.

What had Rebecca thought for all of those years when he had been declared KIA? Granted, he was declared dead for a long time, so she must have moved on at some point...but Bucky didn't think that Rebecca would still think about him after all that time. His heart was shattered, and he couldn't help but to think about how much he missed her. How he missed his mom, his dad...home.

What did it look like now? Was the house still there up on the hill; hidden within the flourishing woods that Bucky knew all-too-well? Was his mothers favorite willow tree still in the yard by the dirt road?

Bucky hadn't tried to visit Shelbyville once. While yes, his home had been in Camp Lenigh for a while, and then Brooklyn after leaving Shelbyville, Bucky had always missed the familiarity that came with the countryside. He had difficulty adjusting to the city life when he moved, getting into fights and learning the way of the streets.

That's how he met Steve; such a scrawny, sickly little thing that had way more bark than he did bite, even if he tried. Bucky had done everything he could to protect Steve, adopting him as if he was his own brother; trying to find that sibling connection that he had lost when Rebecca was sent to boarding school and he left Virginia.

Bucky wondered if Rebecca had kept all of his letters; if she ever reread them sometimes. The soft pattering of feet made Bucky glance up, and he was surprised to see (Y/n) standing there. She looked confused, as if she didn't know why she was there in the first place, but she stayed deathly still as she looked down at him.

She observed his wet cheeks and crying eyes, and she slowly knelt down in front of him before cautiously placing her arms in front of him. Bucky was confused for a moment before he realized what she was trying to do.

She was trying to comfort him.

Slowly, Bucky's hands came to her arms, and the image became a mirror of before when she had held onto him; coming down from her panic attack from seeing Rollins.

Bucky, however, did not grip her arms as tightly as she had; understanding that he was still stronger than her by a large margin and not wanting to hurt her anymore than HYDRA, and he, had. (Y/n) tensed slightly before her voice, soft and grounding, spoke gently.

"There you go."

If Bucky hadn't been so sad, he would have chuckled at the robotic way it had come out. His heart swelled a bit, and he took a few deep breaths. When Bucky calmed down enough, his touch softened more, and he murmured shakily.

"I'm sorry."

(Y/n) looked confused for a moment before she asked him quietly.

"Почему ты плачешь?" (why are you crying?)

Bucky closed his eyes, wondering if he should tell her the truth. Granted, Bucky knew that she would know if he was lying or not. Winter Soldiers were trained to detect deception from their targets when desiring information; focusing on every micro-expression, their words, the tone of their voice...there was never any hiding from a Winter Soldier. Ever.

"I was thinking about...my little sister. That's all. Her name was Rebecca too."

"Was she pretty in the sunlight too?"

Bucky let out a breathless laugh, more tears falling down his face as he nodded extravagantly.

"Yes. Yes, she was."

His voice was broken, a regret within his tone that (Y/n) picked up on immediately, and she wasn't sure what to do. Staring down at his hands that were holding onto her arm, she pursed her lips before apologizing with a broken look within her eyes.

"Извините, я не знаю, что делать. Пожалуйста... скажите мне, как завершить мою миссию." (i'm sorry, i don't know what to do. please tell me how to complete my mission)

Bucky quieted for a moment, shaking his head as he tried to think of what to say. He asked her, a confused look settling on his face.

"Your mission?"

(Y/n) nodded, whispering softly.

"Да." (yes)

Bucky pressed further, sitting up just the slightest as (Y/n) continued to look down at his hands, her gaze seemingly distracted as she admired the warmth and cold of each limb that was upon her skin.

"What do you mean 'your mission'?"

(Y/n) then looked up at Bucky, stating seriously as she gathered the correct words to use.

"My mission...to remember...and...escape HYDRA. я готов отвечать." (i'm ready to comply/i'm ready to answer)

Give them a new face to look at.

Bucky stated gently, looking deep into her (e/c) eyes that were gazing into his so intensely that he almost couldn't handle the weight of her gaze.

"That's up for you to decide. I can't help you like that...all I can do is be here with you...to support you."

Her brows furrowed in confusion and worry, her head tilting slightly.

"Что делать, если я не выполню свою миссию удовлетворительно?" (what if i do not complete my mission satisfactorily)

Bucky carefully moved his vibranium hand to her shoulder, the woman squaring them the second he touched her as he whispered to her.

"Потом мы можем попробовать снова. Столько раз, сколько потребуется. Я не откажусь от тебя." (then we try again. as many times as it takes. i won't give up on you)

(Y/n)'s eyes widened slightly before she looked down at his dog tags that hung heavily around his neck. She'd heard the phrase before, but spoken in harsh tones and angry touches that delegated the inability to fail.

But the words gave her a new insight; a strange feeling that didn't make her scared. Instead, (Y/n)'s shoulders slowly relaxed, and she stated suddenly.

"It..it is fuzzy...but...I remember that...two little ones...were often with her."

Bucky's eyes filled with tears again as he listened closely, a feeling of happiness going through him at the realization that he actually did have family...that at some point, he had became an uncle. Despite this, there was also a feeling of despair to know that he had never been there for them. Did they know that he was alive? Did they know the things that he had done?

Would they even want to know him?

"She would tell me...about her brother...about the time...they were in the woods...and he made fun of her for being afraid of the bugs."

Bucky chuckled softly as the memories when through him, and (Y/n) took a moment to think again, trying to remember more.

"She...she left me too...one day. I...I was taken away...and I don't remember any more."

HYDRA thought it would build emotional range. Make (Y/n) more adaptable when the time came to turn her into the Winter Soldier. More believable in a way...but something went wrong.

Bucky swallowed thickly, and he murmured softly, comforting her softly.

"That's alright. We can try again later."

(Y/n) nodded slowly, and she asked quietly.

"Can I listen to the music again?"

Bucky nodded, standing up carefully, and (Y/n) stood up with him. They went back into the lab, and Bucky carefully began to play the music again. (Y/n) returned to her seat in front of the speaker, and Bucky suddenly got an idea.

"(Y/n), I'm going to make a quick trip, okay?"

(Y/n) turned and asked, her eyes confused.

"A trip?"

Bucky nodded and he stated gently.

"Yeah. Just for a little while, but I won't be gone for too long."

(Y/n) nodded before she became nervous, asking.

"Can I keep listening to the music while you complete your mission?"

Bucky handed the phone to her with a smile.

"Sure. I've got another one."

(Y/n)'s facial expression never changed, but even Bucky could see it within her eyes: she was happy.

Bucky could only hope that he, too, could feel as such after his trip.

STORY NOTES: After listening to more music, Steve comes to retrieve Bucky and tell him about what the team had found about the infiltrations. He reveals to Bucky about the diplomacy trip and tech-sharing agreements, and tells Bucky that the team has theorized that Rollins and HYDRA intercepted the delegations and forced them to help HYDRA get in while staying completely undetected. Steve then reveals that Wanda was able to make Rollins reveal where the rest of HYDRA is hiding. Steve then tells Bucky that he is sorry for doubting him and for pushing the rehabilitation program onto him, and Bucky admits that he hated the idea at first. However, now that Bucky knows that he had a hand in her creation, even if it was small, he feels an obligation to help her and commends her for making great progress. Bucky then tells Steve that when the Avengers begin to take down the rest of HYDRA, he will be staying in Wakanda with (Y/n) to continue helping her.

Steve tells Bucky that he is proud of him, and Bucky responds that he has to 'let it go' at some point, meaning the past. Bucky then leaves to go back to the lab, reflecting on the infiltration method that HYDRA used. He then reflects on his feeling of happiness that HYDRA was finally disappearing, and that though there would still be stray agents, hope was still arriving. When Bucky gets back to the lab, he is surprised to find (Y/n) asleep. He thinks on how peaceful (Y/n) looks, and while Bucky doesn't mean to, he begins to quietly guard the woman as she sleeps. He then begins to wonder what (Y/n) would have done and who she would have become if her life hadn't been completely created for her by HYDRA. Bucky reflects on how hard peaceful sleep can be without the presence of nightmares, and though Bucky feels a bit of jealousy for her peaceful sleep, he is happy that she is finally resting.

Suddenly, (Y/n) begins to have a nightmare. Bucky is unsure of what to do, but before he can take action, (Y/n) wakes up abruptly on her own. Bucky comforts her gently, and (Y/n) tells him that she was dreaming. When Bucky inquires about her dream, (Y/n) reveals that she was dreaming about Rebecca. Shocked from her words, Bucky then asks who Rebecca was to (Y/n), and (Y/n) reveals that her and Rebecca had met in the woods. She adds that she believes Rebecca was her friend. (Y/n) then goes on to tell Bucky that while she doesn't remember what she looked like, she remembers her voice and of Rebecca telling her about the flowers and how she missed Bucky. Bucky begins to cry, and (Y/n) is alarmed, thinking that she had somehow hurt him. Bucky leaves the room, and he reflects on his life. He begins to wonder about Rebecca and what she thought about after his supposed death. He then begins to wonder about what his childhood home in Shelbyville now looks like and if the home is still there.

Bucky then begins to reflect on his life after leaving Camp Lenigh in Virginia to move to Brooklyn, and how he met Steve. He thinks about how he tried to rekindle the feeling of sibling connection through Steve, and then wonders if Rebecca ever kept the letters that he would send to her often before his fall from the train. (Y/n) suddenly appears before him, and Bucky is shocked when (Y/n) tries to comfort him in the same way that he had comforted her. He obliges, holding onto her arms, and he becomes grounded before apologizing to (Y/n). (Y/n) then inquires on why Bucky was crying, and he reveals that he was thinking about his little sister. (Y/n) then apologizes to Bucky, telling him that she doesn't know what to do and to tell her how to 'complete her mission'. Bucky becomes confused, and when he asks her what she means, (Y/n) clarifies and says her 'mission to remember and escape HYDRA'. Bucky is floored, but tells her that it was up to her on how to complete her mission. (Y/n) becomes worried, asking him about what will happen if she fails, and Bucky just says that they can try again and he won't give up on her.

(Y/n) becomes surprised and after a moment, she begins to tell Bucky a little bit more about her memories of Rebecca. She reveals that Rebecca had two kids, which makes Bucky begin to silently cry again and happy yet regretful that he had become an uncle. (Y/n) then tells him that Rebecca had told her about the story of when her and Bucky were younger and he would tease her about her fear of bugs while in the woods. However, (Y/n) reveals that she was 'taken away' but doesn't remember anything more after that. Bucky tells her that they could try to remember more later, and (Y/n) asks if she can listen to the music again. Bucky agrees, and then makes a decision to take a trip. He tells this to (Y/n), and when she inquires about it, Bucky tells her that it would be 'for a little while'. (Y/n) asks if she can keep listening to the music while he is gone, and Bucky agrees. End scene.

TRANSLATIONS:

Почему ты плачешь - why are you crying?

Извините, я не знаю, что делать. Пожалуйста... скажите мне, как завершить мою миссию - I'm sorry, I don't know what to do. Please tell me how to complete my mission.

Да - yes

я готов отвечать - I'm ready to comply/I'm ready to answer

Что делать, если я не выполню свою миссию удовлетворительно? - What if i do not complete my mission satisfactorily?

Потом мы можем попробовать снова. Столько раз, сколько потребуется. Я не откажусь от тебя - Then we try again. As many times as it takes. I won't give up on you

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i02dollia · 14 hours ago

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what about anton softdom whining for male reader touch? 🧚

soft dom anton ?! it’s what we all need I fear 😔 and him whining ?! please… anton PLEASE—need him. but! let me see what I can write up for you, hm.. cutie 🧚

18+ male x male. softdom!anton (lowkey sub) whiny anton who’s very clingy and needs reader at all times. obvious inappropriate touching. making out. some slight nipple sucking and teasing. anton is a dom but he sorta.. lets reader take control. begging. I need anton so bad at this point I’m not ashamed to say it.

“please?” the sound of anton’s soft voice sent shivers down your spine—that sweet voice of his always did this to you. turning to face him with a gentle smile across your lips he laid beside you in nothing but his sweatpants. anton’s shirtless form was always a sight to see—his broad and large chest with that slim waist, made you weak to your knees. “please baby?” he spoke again and your heart skipped a beat. without hesitation the phone that was in your grip was thrown to the side and you turned your body to face his own, reaching to press your thumb against his plump lips. anton was such a pretty boy and it only angered you because how could someone be so pretty and handsome at the same time? “you’re so needy.” he chuckled. “only for you.”

anton’s hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you on top of him—it always ended up this way but you weren’t complaining. usually nights would end in you riding him just the way he liked it. anton enjoyed seeing you in such a intimate way—able to watch you sink down on his large cock and the faces you made when he hit the right spots. “just missed you so much this week.. thought about you constantly and how perfect you are for me. when I get so busy it hurts because I don’t have a lot of time with you.” what anton didn’t know is that you were understanding of his career and what he had to do. why wouldn’t you? this was anton he was the most perfect boyfriend in the world.

“shh it’s okay.” is all you said before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his lips—before you were able to pull away his one hand reached up to grab the back of your head keeping you in place, not wanting to pull away from this kiss to fast. anton whined as his lips molded perfectly with your own—he bit down on your bottom lip causing you to gasp and he took the opportunity to force his tongue past your lips, battling with your own in a playful manner. anton gripped your hips and rocked you back and forth against his growing bulge, so desperate for some kind of release that’s been pent up from not having any time with you.

“please touch me baby.. do something. be a good boy for me, hm? missed you so fucking much I just need you so bad. don’t care what we do I just need you.. so please touch me and be close to me.” you’ve known anton for years now and not once has he ever been this way with you. maybe it was from all of the stress from this comeback but.. it was hot. not what you were expecting from your boyfriend but you weren’t going to complain. with a nod of your head you leaned down to press open mouthed kisses against his broad and warm chest, dragging your tongue along the soft skin. “y-yes baby.. just like that. you’re so good to me.” he even.. stuttered? heat rushed through your whole body and it was such a good feeling. pressing a kiss to his nipple you swirled your tongue around the sensitive bud and bit down gently. anton shivered which only embarrassed him since he was typically always the one in charge but for some reason.. tonight was different.

“touch me baby.. please? don’t tease me like this. touch my cock. It’s yours. all yours so don’t be afraid, yeah? feel what you do to me..” if you were being honest it was a bit overwhelming with such a needy and whiny anton like this. pushing your hips back so you then sat on his thick thighs—you rubbed anton’s bulge through his sweatpants and he threw his head back in pleasure, long brown blondish locks hitting the pillow behind him. you wanted the image tattooed on your brain at this point—he looked so pretty.

“come on baby.. more. please? I’m so tired of begging it’s embarrassing me.” all you could do was giggle at how cute this was. anton was always in charge and even if he was very soft and sweet about it.. it never got to this point. “you’re so pretty toni.” and his plump lips curled up into a smirk—his own hand now reaching for your shirt, more like his shirt, lifting it up so he could pull down the boxers you wore. his large hand grabbed ahold of your own cock now and rubbing the leaking tip before slowly starting to jerk you off. “see how I’m touching you baby, hm? do it to me.. come on, I know you can. you’re my sweet boy. just touch me. please baby. I need it.” and you nodded, doing the same to his cock for a few minutes before anton pushed you forward and pressed your cocks together. “uh—toni? what are you doing?” but he shushed you not wanting to hear another word as he thrusted his hips up and motioned for you to do the same. both of your cocks rubbing against each other. “fucking hell that’s so good, huh baby? you like that? oh god.. yes. fuck.” anton whined. loudly. not in a quiet manner like most of the time but loud and proud. “let’s cum together, hm?”

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kaeyaswifefromsnezhnaya · 2 days ago

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I like how Nene combines her flaws with her good traits in a balance that suits a heroine well. I like when she's called a heroine because that's what she is. But about her traits

Kou seems to be kind-kind, self-sacrificing, but in a painful traumatic way, Nene, what about her, she has all of this too, but not so brightly, partially, in the most difficult situations, not out of the blue easily, she can stop and think about herself and others. She's willing to die to bring Aoi back, but that's an extreme measure, she doesn't base her self-esteem on self-sacrifice in general. On weekdays, you won't find her immersed in a control complex caused by the desire for attention, even though she's the "beloved heroine." She's just joking, really. I don't blame Kou, but I can only feel sorry for him, the boy is deeply affected by what's happening. Nene knows how to just live and enjoy life, even though she knows she's going to die soon. Isn't that incredible?

Hanako knows how to pretend to be cheerful and hide everything, he is a master at this, aaand Nene can do it too, so well that she fooled him(!), at the same time she is emotional and natural girl. She often laughs, screams, and cries, which can't help but make you sympathize with her as a natural character. And with all that, she often tries to pull herself together when it comes to important things. The way she pretended to be asleep to find out more information, how she set conditions for Tsukasa even though she was very afraid of him, how she kept herself together to negotiate with Hanako on the far shore. Oh, she understands the situation she's in, Nanaban-sama, she's pretending to be cheerful for both of you.

Tsukasa, let's say, is physically strong and knows how to find a way out of any situation, that's how he taught Mininene, but she tried as best she could before that, she jumped on Yako's dolls, she took Shijima hostage, how she tried to escape from the palanquin in Sumire's border, how she crawled through a narrow pipe as a fish, and these officials arts where she carries Amane in her arms. Because she's strong girl, she does gardening and can handle heavy gardening tools so she pumped up lol. She will not be left completely helpless in many situations.

Aoi, like, with external gloss, values the inner, but Nene too... she just went towards this for some time in the plot, that's all, she is quite able to value good personal qualities in people qualities, but the way she still enjoys the wrapper makes her more alive, and not an attempt at being sigmagirl, which is not like these others pickmies, but we are all sinners 🙏🏻 let girl have a hobby. It stinks of this "I'm not into guys, makeup, and all that stuff because I'm not like other girls" thing, but like, what about not liking it without elevating yourself above others. Because if a girl starts liking "all things girly" she automatically becomes a disgrace in the eyes of those people. But Nene doesn't have to change her hobbies for "cooler" ones, why can't she just be herself, hmm?

Teru, for example, has information, and Nene also tries to manipulate the pieces of the puzzle that she has. She often draws very good conclusions from the little she has. And yet, it must be said that everyone is constantly hiding things from her. Hanako hasn't told her about the death threat, how he's going to deal with it, who he is, what happened in his past, what's really behind the history of this school, although it ultimately doesn't help her, because Nene is already involved enough to know something that would help her. Aoi constantly pretends to her and hides everything, which is why her breakdown in the Shinigami boundary comes as a shock to Nene. But is it fair to Nene to wait for her to figure it out on her own and not say a word, forcing her to believe in a false image that she created for herself due to the lack of truth? And yet, Nene still believes Aoi, is drawn to her, and is willing to sacrifice herself for her. Kou is also very secretive in himself. Nene is caught in a whirlwind of dangerous and unfamiliar events, knowing the bare minimum, and still copes. She builds chains in her head every time she gets into a situation. She's not wrong that Hanako is not indifferent to her, and she still did not believe it until she was sure of it. She's not wrong that Tsukasa is angry that Amane killed him, or that she is the main character, because she is, or that Tsukasa kidnapped her with some purpose of using her work and spite Amane. She thinks.

It's just that none of these qualities are pumped up to the maximum, it seems that Nene is not good at any of this, but she does not need to, the point is that she has this soup of everything at once, also with shortcomings, which, by the way, are not so much hyperbolized and do not radically stop the plot. It's just that Nene can actually do a lot of things, but no one is interested in it, the main attention is drawn to her shortcomings. But this is Aidairo's writing... such double standards in fandom, to be honest.

Not letting Kou deal with his savior and control complex, tormenting Mitsuba with his presence on the near shore when he no longer wants it, to show Aoi as a beautiful decoration of the plot, to merge Akane into Aoi's simp, not to give Hanako retribution for his actions, all this does not cause even half of the indignation that the next gag about Nene, who got stuck on some handsome passerby, does. Yes, this is once again, and it is not very funny, perhaps, but what about the listed list? It's not just Nene who is exposed through some old and no longer relevant jokes. It's not just Nene who can't fully understand her behavior.

How all the reasons for Nene's hate are just a lead-in to "I don't like how unreasonable she is at her age" but she was never meant to be a young genius heroine. She is the most simple and ordinary, and at the same time beautiful in her own way, as each of us can be. This hatred for schoolgirl characters so often stems from some of their own complexes. I love Nene and always have. Even when Aoi was my favorite, I didn't want to scold Nene, because why 😭😭

#tbhk #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #yashiro nene #nene yashiro #Nene #Nene tbhk #Tbhk nene #Nene jshk #Jshk nene #Yashiro #tbhk yashiro #jshk yashiro #character analysis #character discourse #character discussion #Hanako kun

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lavender-rosa · 2 days ago

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Live commentary and theorizing on the new ekuoto chapter

Yeah that makes sense, remember how easily Asmodeus dispatched Verge when he tried to kidnap her as Aria? Those without any miraculous power are powerless against the demon lords. Due to the Priest being the protagonist it's easy forget that, though. Verge, one of strongest witches of the sabbath and someone who could go toe to toe with a trained exorcist in Dante has to resort to flattery and trickery to get anything done.

It's a survival mechanism from his childhood, refined to perfection. Verge had to distract, to deceive and to flatter to make his horrible living situation a bit more bearable. He's used to attempting to soothe the egos of monsters, the demon lords aren't that much different.

Verge protecting the Dante cake and Catherine the Imuri one 🖤

Okay, at first i thought this was a snippet of the revolution in Heaven due to Lucifer acting as the encouraging leader. But now i notice that Rofocale isn't wearing the white robes the angels are always depicted with and if you look at his upper back you'll notice what i think are the remains of angel wings so i guess this depicts the aftermath of the rebellion? Lucifer testing Rofocale's loyalty and strength to become the guardian of his Gehenna? Interesting...

(I hate how manga plus keeps splitting the splash pages into two 😫)

Anyways here we have symbols of all the demon lords Priest has fought so far. Snails for Belphagor, tentacles for Leviathan, Beelzebub's sword from when he fought Leah, Mammon's crow wings and Asmodeus' creepy bat-eye wings.

It has been hinted since chapter 2 that Priest has been gradually losing his power which was outright confirmed in the aftermath of the Gluttony arc. The more connected Priest becomes to his humanity the more disconnected he becomes to his holiness.

And now it has been confirmed that not only is he losing his connection to Heaven but he's being actively "corrupted". This fight with Beelzebub is a good example, Priest wasn't even able to land a scratch on him even though he was in his weakened form, contrast this to Beelzebub's fight with Leah where he was in his prime yet Leah was able to sear him to the bone with her alchemy. Seems like Priest won't be able to brute force his way through the demon lords anymore.

Although I'm a bit confused about Beelzebub's comment on Priest being "out of Satan's control now" because isn't Priest falling from grace/getting corrupted exactly what Satan would want? I don't know, there's nothing those demon bitches love more than being vague as fuck.

Also I wonder why the artist decided to draw callbacks to the Demon Lords rather than something more unique to the Priest himself.

It makes sense that the fragment wouldn't be digested, although I remember one of the extras stating that anyone that would get too close to Asmodeus' purified wing would lose consciousness as it rejects the sin of man so it's weird seeing absolutely no side-effects to it's presence. I think it would make more sense if the fragment started causing pain once it exited Beelzebub. It would hammer home Priest's growing disconnect with Heaven even more. Maybe that detail got retconned but i liked the idea of an angel's purity being so overwhelming that you can't even stand close to a small piece of them.

We saw Beelzebub briefly mourn the comraderie he felt with the Demon Lords during the Rebellion in Heaven. Specifically saying "Lucifer this is the end of the road we abandoned" (see my banner image) but that new statement... i really don't know what it's supposed convey. Bitterness, mayhaps? Burning the bridge, a desire to see his fallen leader hurt. Maybe it's something more practical, Priest to be at his strongest so Beelzebub can consume him and absorb his power? I don't know , I'm just going to accept that I will continue getting teased with those vagues statements and panels for what will feel like an eternity until I get like, a mountain of flashbacks that will recontextualize them lol

Beelzebub even put his little fondant monstrosity in fancy packaging to take it home, aww. If I was Verge i would place the cake atop of Dante so when he wakes up he'll be left utterly confused.

I think he's referring to retrieving a fragment from Lucifer for Baba Yaga's ritual. I do admire the opportunism but on the other hand Verge really keeps testing his fucking luck with the demon lords.

Things are going quite smoothly right now , we got the fragment, Dante's going to be okay, something's going to go wrong. My guess? Mammon. He's the only Demon Lord whose whereabouts we haven't been updated on in this new arc and the last time we saw him he was still in Gehenna, his desired battle with Priest interrupted by Belphagor. Even though it would make sense for him to appear I really have no desire to see that asshat again.

Maybe we'll get updates on the rest of the exorcists? The witches? Tachibana, even? Maybe Cath can talk about Imuri for a bit? I dunno, excited for the next chapter.

If you read this far, do you like this format of chapter reviews? Should I continue it? 🤔

#ekuoto #mtefil #make the exorcist fall in love

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hexxter · 1 year ago

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What if Luxu and Player encounter each other with each of the player’s reincarnation

Luxu who is stealing bodies vs the kid that keeps coming back to life

#its giving immortal and reincarnated hero #if the player is sora thats would just make funnier in my head #luxu wont be able to catch a break #(me personally i prefer the theory that yozora is the player so player wont have canon face)#luxu: gotta go though the pain of getting used to new body again #player: wussup everyone i just came back to life again!#i wonder if luxu will have personal beef with the player cause of that #or will he actually relate to the player for having to struggle in life again #even tho the player choose to reincarnat.. sure they didn’t choose to have the memories #idk its just crack theory i like #what if there is player 3 that luxu will find to help subject x with her memories #i like to give the player more trauma with them having more reincarnations #cause why would they be able to control it..#they could have life before khux #or if they reincarnated and woke up with their memories which was hard to carry and ended that life cycle #so their next round was amnesia so they will get more used to life again #i love tragic player ideas 😔#staying alive vs reincarnation two types of time travel i guess #kingdom hearts missing link #kingdom hearts #player #kh luxu #kh player #khux #khml #kh #crack theory #kingdom hearts union x #luxu

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mitch4tune · 7 months ago

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small spoilers

My 128-page file on Gilbert's controlling behaviour condensed to 22 seconds:

Absolutely no shade to those who like Gilbert; I'm just saying it should be kept in mind that this is noooooot who you want as a partner in real life and that this behaviour shouldn't be romanticized.

Editing note(s): - I didn't use motion tracking to make the images move. I went frame-by-frame and entered each of the coordinates in the keyframes like the masochist perfectionist I am.

#ikemen prince memes #ikemen prince emma #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince #ikepri memes #ikepri emma #ikepri gilbert #ikepri #ikemen prince gilbert #yes it is truly 128 pages of me ranting about him controlling/physically hurting/exploiting emma #i knew i wouldn't stay even remotely sane during his route without an outlet for my rage #sunk cost hit hard that's why i didn't quit #would not be worth it if not for realising i'm able to fight back with the magic of editing #anyways stan yves 'cause he openly worries for emma in every route

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puppppppppy · 2 years ago

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ive made myself more wet and pathetic

#new icon because im SUFFERING. im in HELL #its so bad. i had to sign out of discord so now im both lonely and stressed #because i KNOW im still gonna get dstracted. i just did making this URGH #how good are brains at working around things. i once set a 7AM alarm on my phone with snooze cause i was so sure my brain would #be too lazy and keep snoozing instead of actually turning it off. but nay it either kept sleeping through the alarms and snoozing #or actually managed to turn off the alarm half awake that i barely remembered it and then waking up late #i actually have a track record of climbing out of bed and turning my alarm off without remembering. which is impressive bc i have a loftbed #the other thing is setting fake deadlines so make myself panic into doing things ahead of time. but unfortunately that doesnt work either #because if theres one thing my brain will put all its energy into remembering its self assurance. meaning i WILL be able to remember #the real deadline even if i try to trick myself. cant ask someone to give me a fake deadline either #the only things keeping me going rn is that i have deadlines due at least 1 day between each other and excitement being able to talk with #crow after break. but you can see how well thats going <- ignores long term rewards in favor of short term pleasure #BTW CROW IF YOURE READING THIS IM SO SORRY TURNING OFF MY DISCORD WITH BARELY ANY EXPLANATION #im a huge fucking dumbass and i had barely enough impulse control not to block everyone in my dms because i realized that would send a real #really bad msg. youre not distracting me im distracting myself and i promise youre not annoying me i just really like talking to you and #thats why im just barely stopping myself from signing in. I WANT TO TALK TO U LOTS BUT AT THE SAME TIME IM KICKING MYSELF FOR DOING IT #you can be a little mad at me btw cause i definitely could have done that better but i was all over the place abt how to do it without #making u think im ignoring you. IF THAT MAKES SENSE. SORRY #yapping #doodles #puppysona #edit but last week i tried to schedule and give myself work periods and break periods using my class schedule #and reminders on my phone to tell me when to start and stop. can you guess what happened

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funkle420 · 6 months ago

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a great way to combat genAI in the future would be educating kids (and teens and college students and all ppl) on art way more.

#i had art classes growing up but i know a lot of ppl didn't and even less kids get art classes nowadays #we need all kinds of art classes too! music and history and painting and woodshop and drawing and life drawing #i think art history is especially important bc it connects us to our past and shows why art is so important #and all kinds of art classes help kids develop different important skills #like fine motor skills and critical thinking and making choices and noticing details and how to really SEE things rather than just looking #and a lot of art skills like woodworking and ceramics and sewing are all very practical basic adult skills that we should all get to learn #there's reasons arts and crafts and other skill based electives are the first to go and its not just bc they're undervalued #its cause a population that feels capable and confident and skilled and knows how to think critically #is harder to make work shitty jobs for shitty pay #harder to control!#same reason they're banning so many books and trying to make education worse #damn maybe i should learn how to teach better #im already planning to at least try doing a workshop for adults but maybe if i end up liking that #i could work towards being able to teach kids #i feel like teaching kids would be harder cause idk what concepts they do or dont know at whatever age they are #id have to do research and maybe talk to someone who has experience teaching art to kids #but even a simple art class would be beneficial i think #like going outside to draw things in nature maybe #or portrait drawing #or a class on how to make comics or animate on paper to impress their friends lol #i would've loved that!#id have to do that with the help of another teacher maybe #idk #vague future plans #anyway the reason education would help combat ai is cause ppl would learn abt what goes onto making art #all the choices and skills and thought #and they'd be able to more easily see the difference btwn real art and ai images and understand why making art is important

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nexus-nebulae · 1 year ago

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Ive gotten so used to not being able to play most games bc of my hands and reaction time n stuff so ive basically gotten used to hitting a ceiling in a game where i can't play normally anymore and need to use assists/cheats so every time i find a game that i Don't need to do that for whenever it ends im just like wait huh thats it???

#cannot decide if Jusant was too short or it's just more accessible than I'm used to so i was able to blaze through it-#either way i would love another game with mechanics like Jusant the climbing was so fluid and satisfying #i thought with my directional confusion n shit i wouldn't be able to get it #but i got a controller and the joysticks and trigger buttons REALLY help with that somehow???#and i managed to get to a point where i was just spidering up walls in seconds #i wanna play more so im actually kind of glad i missed collectibles #this is why you dont 100% run on your first playthrough so you have More Fun to have with it later #i play most games for The Movement (something i Very Much Cannot Do A Lot Of irl) bc its satisfying to Zoom #and that game just has a really solid climbing mechanic its so fun #and so easy to like. make it easier on yourself somehow.#like using pitons to anchor yourself halfway up a wall and then just rappel down to the previous ledge #to regain stamina and then just reel yourself back up to that anchor and keep going #or you can use a piton to just dangle and assess your surroundings #as well as stamina doesnt drain unless you're in motion or under duress (like from weather) so you can pause and look around #plus it's just very fun to climb up this big ol stack and look down and see Wow! I Fuckin Did That!#bc each section is just one real big map so you can fall from top to bottom (of each section)#if you could fall i dont think. the game lets you #cause i tested and if you're not tethered you just do not walk off ledges #which is also nice i like that too it makes me less anxious

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pinipig · 26 days ago

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i don't know how to draw it out but nicola constantly modifies his body for other people, not even out of like kink-related reasons, he's just a people pleaser. as in, he went to remy's farm just to get bigger tits cause whitney told him he liked it. he then used pills to shrink them down to nothing cause he suddenly lost interest in looking like a girl. he got back with whitney again and now he has c-cups. he sticks to diets he can't manage. his purple hair was a choice so he wouldn't look so boring next to whitney. his ideal body would be something he can swap body parts on. I'm making him a robot if i ever use him outside of dol.

#“fix your body issues” ❌❌❌ “modify your body for your boyfriends until it eventually stops being able to take it” ✔️✔️✔️#he's scared of not being able to control how his body looks so he depends on what other people like #reasons why nicola and sydney don't work part 176543412. nicola would try to be perfect for sydney all the time and be miserable.#sydney would get tired of it. two church boys kind of relationship #that's why nicola's the lovesick his life goal is just to get a boyfriend who's as obsessed as him (kylar is excluded cause nicola treats #him like a pet. a really really affectionate dog)#nicola the lovesick #🍦

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zorbik-guligan · 4 months ago

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Y'know hearing people talk about gender made question my own which is fine i kinda just expected yeah still a guy but uh no i kinda reliazed i dont care but it doesn't feel like its nothing like non binary but more like i change to fit whatever situation im in as best i can and changing gender doesn't bother me cause i dont feel very strongly one way or another not a guy or girl just kinda here being me not necessarily nothing but something and it doesn't really matter since im pan and prefer using urinals but still its always kinda weird when someone asks about pronouns cause i just dont care i just choose whatever works the best which i guess would be any but like anytime ive said that it feels not quite right

#it doesn't really matter at the end of the day but still not having an answer on myself is annoying #oh holy shit #i think i know why #cause having self control is useful to fitting in and i always moved as kid meaning i had to be able to identify myself in a normal way #so i could socialize and actually make friends thats probably why i always try and learn more about myself and why #whenever i meet someone new i study them to figure out how to fit in decently around them #that explains alot but also when was the last time i tried not fitting in tried just being myself #i cant remember ive just been putting on different acts either i did at one point and repressed the memory which i do alot or just never hav #neat mabye i should go to therapy again instead of just writing stuff on tumblr feel like if i asked if somethings normal the answer #would be skewed

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hellokittyish · 4 months ago

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★ thinking about suguru being your academic rival, the unspoken competition between you beginning on the very first day of college when the advanced calculus professor handed out a brain teaser to help everyone settle in, only for you and suguru to be the only students able to solve it. the problem?

he finished it a second before you did.

and from then on, the two of you would compare everything: average GPA score, exam grades, pop quiz results, who could make the other cum quicker — oh yeah… how could you forget to mention the part where somewhere along the way, the tension between you managed to leak from the classroom into the bedroom. oops.

so that’s how you find yourself in your current position of trying to take suguru down your throat while he simultaneously attempts to ruin your focus by flicking the tip of his annoyingly talented tongue over your swollen clit.

“aww, is someone struggling?” he purrs, violet eyes boring into the back of your head while he continues his languid licks through your embarrassingly wet folds. “y’know… this could all be over right now if you just admit that you can’t keep up with me.”

“s-shut up,” you grumble weakly, briefly pulling off of his cock to speak with a lewd string of saliva connecting your heaving lips to the thick head. “i can keep up just fine.”

“oh, really?” he drawls, tone dripping with condescension while he trails a slender finger down the curve of your spine, causing your body to arch instinctively and sink down even further onto his mouth in response. “is that why you’re giving me a blowjob so bad that i’d think it was your first time if i didn’t know any better, hm?”

instead of using your mouth to shoot back another sharp retort; you decide to put it to better use by inhaling a deep, steadying breath and lowering it down on suguru’s length once again, taking him right to the base and fighting the urge to gag as his fat tip rubs against the back of your throat.

“s-shit,” he hisses through clenched teeth, his own ministrations forgotten entirely as his hips involuntarily buck upwards into your mouth. “if you don’t stop that i’m g-gonna fuckin’ cum.”

determined to make him lose control before you do, you start to bob your head up and down on his girth as fast as you can. but just when you begin to let yourself believe that you’re guaranteed to win this round, he pulls out one last trick from up his sleeve.

he bites your clit, sharp canines grazing the sensitive bud in a way that causes your throat to clamp down on his cock and your vision to flash white for a few long moments as your climax suddenly washes over you — but he’s faring no better either, a low groan spilling from his lips as thick ropes of his cum spurt straight down your throat.

“huh. guess we can call this round a tie then,” suguru hums in a frustratingly casual manner, pushing some stray raven hairs back from his forehead and flashing you a cat-like smile as you peer at him dazedly over your shoulder. “what do you say we make it the best of out of three tonight, hm?”

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bunnis-monsters · 6 months ago

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Male!Zombie x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 9th

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Oct 10th

summary: you’ve barely been surviving with your childhood friend during the zombie apocalypse, so when he gets bitten you’re ready to die along with him. But instead of eating you, he fights the urge to spread his virus… and instead pins you down and spreads his seed.

warning: dubcon, breeding, very rough sex, pregnancy hinted at the end

Human beings are social creatures. Living alone for too long can drive one insane, so you would imagine losing the last person you loved during a zombie apocalypse can really break your spirit.

It had been a normal scavenging trip. Lately the zombies had become slower and rotted faster due to the summer heat, so it made moving through town without harm a lot easier.

It was unfortunate though, the zombies trapped indoors were in much better condition than those exposed to the elements. This wasn’t something you had planned for, and it cost your friend his life.

The two of you had been searching through a grocery store, one that had been surrounded by zombies before. Now, only a few skeletal bodies remained outside the doors.

You knew you probably wouldn’t find much, but you both hoped for at least a few canned goods and powder milk…

While searching the store, you were suddenly shoved, a sickening crunch heard behind you.

“Go, run!”

You watched as your friend held off a zombie, his arm being bitten…

“No…”

Tears welled up in your eyes, your mind filled with images of life without him. You wouldn’t make it, you’d surely lose your mind with loneliness and go insane!

He was able to fight the zombie off and bash its head in, panting from the stress. All that movement caused his blood to pump faster and the virus to spread before he could yell for you to run again.

His mind felt fuzzy, his heart slowing before stopping completely. His limbs kept moving without his control, and he was approaching you, shambling.

‘Why isn’t she moving?’

He was stuck inside of his body, unable to do anything as he pinned you down. Tears were running down your chubby cheeks, and he could barely make out what you were saying…

“I won’t leave you! I don’t want… to be all alone!”

Drool fell from his dry lips, his pupils dilated as he stared down at you. Was there nothing he could do?

Memories played through his head, everything moving slowly as if he was pushing through something gelatinous.

He could picture you in your school uniform, the two of you skipping class to hang out at the arcade. He watched as you sobbed into his chest after discovering your parents were dead, and how you weakly pushed him back when he tried to kiss you a week ago.

Although he was now undead, his entire being ached for you. Since you were kids, you had always been someone he cared for, adored to no end. You held his hand, smiled at him, made his days so much brighter.

Of course he would push you out of the way when a zombie threatened to take your life… to take you away from him.

He loved you… and that was just enough for him to hold himself back from sinking his jaws into your soft flesh.

A low growl escaped his lips as he buried his face into your throat. He needed to do something, the urge to spread the virus and infect you was pulsing through his veins…

It’s when you whimpered that he regained some control. His body no longer had control of itself, so the erection he’d been barely holding back every time he smelled your sweet scent was pressing into your crotch.

“Please… don’t go… I don’t wanna… lose you…”

You were crying, his sweet girl that tried your best to keep a smile on your face even at the toughest of times was crying.

And it made him almost… feral.

He snapped his jaws around the strap of your backpack, needing to bite down on something as he rubbed his bulge against you. He was humping you like a horny mutt, the veins in his face visible through his now pale skin.

“M…m…ine…” he growled, struggling to get the word out.

Hearing your soft whines and embarrassed moans made his chest rumble with some strange, satisfied purr, and his fingers were down your pants and in your panties, fumbling around with your pussy lips before sinking into cunt.

It wasn’t great, he could barely control the speed and way his fingers moved, but you were wet enough that he felt he fuck you without hurting the most precious person in his life.

Or well, death.

He ripped your pants off, not having the mobility to elegantly pull them down. Part of him felt bad, he knew you didn’t have many pairs now that the world ended, but this was a matter of life or death.

His cock was now large and swollen, a purplish tint to it. His engorged tip pressed against your tight hole, and he was unable to hold himself back from fucking into you.

For years he had fantasized about taking your virginity. In his head, he had imagined it would be somewhere romantic and he’d kiss your head, being as gentle as he could be.

But in reality he was rough, groaning as his hips jerked forward into yours. The pace was uneven, leaving you whimpering out and begging for him to be more gentle.

He wanted to be, god he wished this could feel as good to you as it did for him, but the virus was telling him to breed, to fill you up until you were close to bursting with his cum.

It lasted so long, too long. By the end you were a mess of tears and snot, your face flushed with embarrassment after orgasming so much.

But part of you was happy. Your friend seemed a bit more lucid after pumping you full of his hot and sticky load. His fingers awkwardly traced over your bulging, chubby belly, his head resting on your chest.

You didn’t go home alone that night… instead you still had your friend, and another member of the family along the way in your belly.

You’d do anything to keep him with you, after all… he did care for you, didn’t he? The two of you had been friends since you could remember… and if having to sit through a few hours of rough sex meant you could keep him by your side, then you’d do it.

Humans are social creatures after all.

If you want more, send me a Kofi! I really like this concept and would love to expand on it with my thoughts on how the relationship would progress :3

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