#dolly needs no explanation

[hopeinthebox]

i was tagged by the effervescent @cordiallyfuturedwight and i bow to her selections once again. magnificent stuff. somewhat delayed but tagging some favs @aprylynn @thvinyl @banghwa @yooboobies @pauls-mccharmly @kimchokejin @kithtaehyung 💜

[everythingisround]

can we please put raggedy andy in a cone in the rag dolly revival. that pissbaby needs to be restrained

[enwoso]

A cute blurb of Lovie having the best time playing dolly’s with all the new youngsters on the team (Katie, Viv, Freya, Michelle) and having the best time

NEW FRIENDS — alessia russo x child!reader

grumpy masterlist

it was pre-season and the team had been spending an evening together. a lot of the girls playing some sort of card game. it sometimes getting quite competitive at times.

but alessia was getting wary, you had been quite for a while. which wasn’t always a good sign as sometimes that would mean you were up to no good. not always but it was usually a good indication.

“had anyone seen lovie?” alessia asked as the round of cards had just finished the girls shaking their heads as the cards were thrown onto the table to be reshuffled before the next game.

“actually i seen her, she was dragging freya along to play whatever she was playing” lia said as she placed her cards back on the table. remembering seeing you pull freya and a couple of the young gunners along.

“oh good god knows what she’s doing then” alessia sighed as she began to stand up from her seat next to codi, “i’ll quickly go and check on her!”

alessia followed the hushed sound of your talking along with the voices of the young gunners voice and as she turned the corner she doesn’t know what she expected you to have roped the young girls into doing but you siting and playing dolly’s with the girls was definitely not top of the list.

she stood at the doorway and watched as you had a full story line going on with the young gunners; freya, viv, katie and michelle all with doll in their hand as they played along with your little imagination.

alessia soon clicked that the storyline you had was of that the dolls were the arsenal girls just with different names. a smile couldn’t help but creep on your mummy’s face before alessia fake coughed to make her presence known to the small group of girls.

“hi mummy!” you beamed as a small hello came from the young gunners too.

“i see you’ve made some new friends!” alessia raised an eyebrow as you nodded. alessia knew she was being a little exaggerate with that, of course you knew of the young gunners the group of them having been on the team that traveled to australia and they’d been in and around the first team for the past season, so of course you knew them.

this was just the first time she had seen any of them properly sitting down and interacting with you instead of a usual hello or little wave every time they seen you in and around the team.

“yes! we playing a game” you explained the game and just like alessia thought, you were playing your own little version of arsenal but with different names.

“this is you less!” viv held up a blonde barbie, “but her name is alyssa. tiny’s idea, all the names were” viv carried on as alessia laughed at the name choice.

“let’s hear them then!”

“this is leanne and you can probably guess who this is by the frown!” katie joked as she held up a barbie again with blonde hair and a bob with two longer bits at the front, one basically identical to leah’s.

another giggle came from alessia as she listened to each explanation, “i love it!”

“this is kacey and she’s loves yellow cards and just the colour yellow in general!” michelle laughed as she held up a brunette barbie dressed all in the colour yellow with a bit of green.

“this is betty and she loves dogs look she even had her own called milo” freya held up another barbie which had a little puppy dog accessorie, a knowing nod coming from alessia as she knew exactly who that was.

“and this is jones! and he tells everyone how to play football!” you held up a male barbie as alessia hummed as she listened a little more to your little fantasy world you’d created with the young gunners.

“well this sounds lovely and i won’t interrupt anymore!” alessia said as she tapped her knees ready to stand back up. “if you need me i’ll be out there with the girls” alessia smiled looking at you but more talking to the group of young gunners as she placed a light kiss to your cheek before leaving you to get back to your own little world with your new friends.

“what is she up to then?” beth asked curiously as alessia joined back with the group of girls she was originally playing cards with.

“oh she and the young gunners have made us in barbie form!” alessia explained as the girls’ faces turned to confusion but also intrigued.

“that’s so- wait, what?”

[whoskimii]

plsplspls baby im in some serious need for some toji fluff like cuddling after a looong day… i need this man so bad😔

𖹭 WON'T YOU SNUGGLE ?! - TOJI FUSHIGURO

★ cuddlin' after a long day ft. toji fushiguro!

with a weary sigh, toji let himself fall on the squeaky couch. his muscles, which were becoming atrophied over time, were achy. lately, he'd been noticing that every time he came back home in the evening, he was in need of a massage.

and of course, you were more than willing to help your man.

sure, he wasn't old. he was only in his mid-thirties but he has had younger days. he still had the spirits but he'd never refuse being pampered by you, his cute little woman. he stretched his arms over his head before standing up with a small groan.

he made his way to the kitchen before opening the fridge and grabbing a beer. with the fresh beer in hand, he returned to the living room and lit up a cigarette. he sat back on the couch and opened the drink effortlessly. before taking a first sip, he exhaled a thick cloud of grey smoke and watched it with tired but keen eyes.

"toji." the simple sound of your sweet voice was enough for his tense body to relax. you stood behind the couch and placed your hands on his broad shoulders as you began massaging them. the muscles felt firm and strong beneath your delicate hands. without turning around, he lifted his beer towards your direction. the sight made you smile. "you know i don't drink, silly," you reminded him. he shrugged and placed the beverage on his lap before lifting his cigarette towards you. "you know i don't smoke either."

he scoffed lightly. "yeah. maybe you should." his words made you frown. "mhm ? and why is that ?" you asked curiously. "you really need an explanation, dollie ?" when you didn't respond, he continued. "alright, then. 's because you're always so tense." you giggled. "aw, yeah ? coming from you, huh ?" you pinched his tense shoulders, earning a hiss from him. "hey, wha' was tha' for ?" you only smiled and leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek. "maybe 's for getting on my nerves, old man."

he rolled his eyes but he couldn't deny the pang of amusement he felt. "yeah ? 's for gettin' on your nerves, mhm ?" he echoed. "maybe i'm older than you but you're definitely more uptight than me, sweet thing." he teased. "hey ! 's not 'cause i don't drink that i'm uptight." you remarked with pouty lips. "you don't drink 'n you don't smoke either." you nodded. "yep. there are other ways to have fun without getting wasted, oldie."

he stood up and made his way around the couch to face you. he towered over you, placing his massive hand on your waist. "careful, lil' one. you don't wanna mess with this oldie." he said sarcastically. "aw, yeah...?" you placed your hands on his chest before planting a quick kiss on his scar. "yeah." he confirmed.

his lips found yours. "would really like to do all the nasty shits i've been thinkin' about all day but i'm too tired." he mumbled against your lips. they tasted sweet. like always. "let's cuddle instead."

your hand grabbed his bigger one. you led him to the bedroom before shutting the door once you both stepped into the cozy space. toji laid down and rested his head against the headboard, waiting for you to join him. when you finally did, he wrapped his big, strong arms around your soft body and held you close. he buried his nose in your velvety hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. "you always smell so damn good." he remarked in a whisper.

after that, he tucked his head in your neck, subconsciously drawing lazy patterns on your tummy at the same time. you snuggled into his side and closed your pretty eyes. you felt peaceful. toji always managed to make you feel safe. given the man, it wasn't difficult to feel at ease around him when you found yourself on his good side. "y'know i care 'bout you, mhm ?" he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by your skin. "i always do. always will."

his words made you smile. he was seen as such a cruel, heartless man, but with you ? it was another story. "now that i'm thinkin' about it, 's funny that a lil' woman like you can make me feel... that way." you hummed. "that way ?" you tilted your head. "you make me feel fuzzy inside." he instantly lifted his head and grabbed your chin, although with a tender grip. "but if you ever tell anybody i said that—" you giggled. "i know ! i know. i won't. they wouldn't even believe me, anyway." he grunted. "no. they wouldn't."

you made the toji fushiguro feel fuzzy inside.

for my sweet baby @megvmijx <3

[lonelycowgirls]

Tongue-Tied

I'm ovulating and I'll give no other explanation.

Thank you for your time.

Warnings: smut | harry in barcelona Word Count: 1.9k

Angel: You better get your man, Stell

Angel: Sent 1 image

Looking to the side at her phone as she washed the dishes and cooking utensils she’d used to make up her breakfast, Stella’s brow furrowed, her belly flipping wondering what he’d done now. He was three shows off completing Love on Tour and the gravity of tour being over was starting to hit home for both of them, especially Harry. The result; him growing more and more uninhibited on stage.

She swatted gently at Delilah who was perched on the only clean tea towel in the house - she really needed to catch up on some laundry - and dried her hands on it once the cat had slinked off, heading for the cat flap at the back door. She unlocked her phone and leaned back against the sink to open the text thread she shared with her work friend.

The image wasn’t actually an image, but a GIF. A moving image of her partner playing guitar, her eyes widening as she watched him lean down to enact the motion of playing the strings with his tongue. She watched it repeat on a loop a few times and chuckled dryly to herself. This man was becoming unhinged.

Stella: Now where have I seen that action before…?🤔 Angel: Oooooh get it girl!!!👏🏾👏🏾

Stella laughed to herself again and opened up her TikTok. Her For You page often had a lot of Harry on it, because that was the content she found herself liking and sharing. Whether it be a sweet fan interaction she would share with Anne or a video of Harry tripping or stumbling she would have a giggle over with Gemma and Dolly.

As she scrolled, her feed was jam-packed with content surrounding Harry at his Barcelona date. This wasn’t uncommon, as it was obviously the most recent concert. But the focus was a little abnormal. Emphasis on the ab... People were going feral over Harry’s body and she couldn’t help but smirk to herself. He did look damn good. She often complimented him on his newly buffed-up physique, but she didn’t want to stroke his ego too much. That got enough stroking every time he galloped on stage.

This was maybe a little different though. She thought to herself - she’d probably not seen him look or act this sexy since the first One Direction stadium tour. Back when Harry’s hair was the longest it ever got to and he made it everyone’s problem.

She tapped on the Clock app on her phone to check the World Clock for the time in Barcelona. It was just gone 9am in London, making it around 10am where he was. She wasn’t sure if he’d still be sleeping or training or out sightseeing, but she tapped on the FaceTime icon anyway.

Walking through to the living room as her phone dialled his, she glanced out of the window and rolled her eyes at the rain pelting the glass. It was so unfair how he got to be in the sunshine while she was practically engulfed in a typhoon. Bloody England. She glanced down at her phone again when the little chime alerted her that he had answered and connected.

His face filled the screen, a glowing orb of yellow sunlight behind him surrounded by blue sky. His bare shoulders and the trim of a parasol peaking into the frame indicated that he was by the pool or on the beach. Bastard.

“Oh my God, look at that weather.” Stella groaned, collapsing back on the sofa with a flop. He chuckled and moved his sunglasses to sit on top of his head.

“Good morning to you too.” He replied, resting back against the sun lounger and squinting at the screen. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face so early?”

“Oh, nothing much, just getting digitally assaulted with pictures and videos of you whoring yourself out for thousands of people. The usual.” Harry laughed as she rolled her eyes at him.

“What do you mean?” He questioned loudly around a smirk.

“You know, I haven’t seen that tongue move like that in a while.” She mumbled, now displaying her own smirk.

“Oh,” Harry chuckled, this time running a hand down his face as he remembered his actions and finally registered what she was talking about. “God, I dunno what comes over me.” He said smiling, dimples on full display and cheeks slightly tinted in a blush.

“Well, I hope it comes over you again when we go to Italy next week…” She said softly, almost certain he wasn’t alone - he never was. He smirked and lifted an arm to rest over his head on the lounger. She could see the muscle in his biceps move under his skin with the motion, the tattoos rippling and causing her to drop her head back against the sofa. She really wished he was there, now.

“Yeah? Would you like that, Stell?” She nodded and he sighed, folding his lips into his mouth and furrowing his brow. He eyed her neck as her head leaned back against the back of the sofa and watched her long lashes blink over her hooded eyes. He couldn’t wait to have her in his favourite place, her tanned skin smooth under his palms, couldn’t wait to feel her pulse under his fingers as he wrapped them around her throat. “Want me to do the same on your little clit?”

Her lids closed as she inhaled and smiled with a nod, teeth digging into her bottom lip. Suddenly, her expression changed to one of pain as she raised from her position on the sofa. “Shit, H I need to go get ready.”

“For what?”

“I’m meeting your sister for yoga in like half an hour.”

“Ah great, I needed someone to say something to help me get rid of this tent in my trunks. Mentioning my sister always does the trick.” He said sarcastically with a thumbs up to the camera.

“Aw, you got a stiffy for me? Let’s see.” Harry rolled his eyes and brought the camera down to his shorts. Barely there but noticeable if pointed out, a slight bump was peaking up from his black Nike swimming trunks. He swiftly brought the camera back up to his face, Stella beamed at him on the other side. “I’ve still got it.” She said with a wink.

“Always have, always will.” He said sincerely and she bristled, feeling a warmth spread through her at the look in his kind eyes. “Come on Stell, let me help you before you go.”

“Help me what?” She said, a brow arched knowingly, she knew what he was up to.

“You know what. Let me give you a good one, so I know you’re thinking of me when you’re in your downward dog.” She snorted, looking away and then looking back at him.

“Alright fine, but you need to put your AirPods on or something.” She conditioned, not wanting Brad or Mitch or anyone who may be around him to hear her through the phone.

“Don’t worry, I’m on a patch of free beds, behind some palm trees. There’s hardly anyone here and Brad’s in the pool.” She nodded and waited for his instructions. “Take your bottoms off, baby.”

She dutifully did as he said, sliding her pyjama shorts off so that she was bare, perching a leg up on the coffee table so that she was open to herself.

“Give your fingers a lick, three of them.” She bit her lip and nodded again, making sure to angle her phone at her face as she sunk further into the cushions of the sofa. She brought her fingers up to lick a long stripe up the surface of them, not waiting for him to tell her what to do next and bringing them to start rubbing circles into her clit. She sighed at the feeling of her fingers getting wetter and wetter with the way she was already so turned on.

“Eager aren’t we?” Harry smirked, wanting to rut his hips into the air but restraining himself. “A girl who always knows what she wants.” Stella’s brows knitted in the middle as a ripple of pleasure coursed through her. “Keep rubbing that pretty clit, baby, that’s it. Is it all swollen?” She nodded, an audible moan quietly escaping her. “For me?”

“Yes, Harry. Watching you lick that guitar… fuckin’ hell.” She sighed, shaking her head, almost in disbelief.

“Yeah? Did that do it for you, baby?” She nodded and moaned as her lips folded into her mouth. Picking up the pace of the circular motions on her clit. “Want my tongue working on you like that?” She nodded, swearing and looking down at where her hips had begun to swirl along with her fingers, complimenting her wrist's motions. Harry had to see. “Show me, Stell.” He said, low and gruff.

She brought the camera down, angling it so her full body was in view, her vest ridden up to just below her boobs, her naked bottom half bucking and twisting in the air. Harry nearly doubled over.

“Fuck me. You’re everything.” He groaned, bringing a hand to his forehead and closing his eyes tight. Trying to control his hips and body’s reaction to her stunning image. “Keep going, baby, good girl. Can’t wait to have you in my bed again. Gonna lock us in our villa and make you scream.”

Stella’s moans became louder and louder as she chased her high. “Yeah, that’s it, get yourself there, Stell, come on.” She panted and groaned as she brought the three fingers he’d suggested into her slick hole, pumping just right, getting closer and closer. “You’re fucking beautiful, my God, wish I was fucking there.” Arching up, Harry’s view was almost non-existent as she writhed, the phone in her hand no longer her priority. “I’ll be on my knees for you, soon as I walk through the door.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” She gasped, her fingers now rubbing ruthlessly across her clit, toes curling and stretching.

“Give it up, Stell.” With that, the phone was dropped. Stella’s fingers dug into the softness of the sofa as she squealed and panted, writhing, her other hand not relenting on her pussy. Harry waited patiently, still giving her appreciative comments of how good she was, how gorgeous she was, how he loved her so much. Her hips finally found their place again on the edge of the sofa as she collapsed back down to Earth. Catching her breath, she picked up her phone again to see him smiling softly at her, only before laughing at her red cheeks and messed up hair. “Enjoy that, babe?”

She giggled back, blowing at a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. The familiar feeling of a post-orgasm making her glow from within. “Mhm, feeling good, baby.” She breathed, completely blissed out. She wanted to kiss him so bad, almost ready to climb through the phone to get to him. “Oh, shit.” Stella laughed slightly, Harry’s brow furrowed at the change of pace. “Gem’s just text me. She’s just left. I’ve gotta go, Gorgeous. Love you.”

“Alright, Stell,” Harry said, sitting up in his lounger, placing a foot on either side of the bed in a straddle. His full chest and upper body now visible, making her belly flip once more. “Good job I came in my shorts, knew you wouldn’t wanna return the favour.” He shook his head, playfully tutting in disappointment.

“Aw, you poor thing.” Stella pouted, before giggling and raising from the sofa, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it. “Have a good time cleaning up!” She joked, before hanging up and trotting up the stairs. Her phone pinged almost instantaneously.

Harry: Glad I could be of service 🫡

Stella: Don’t worry, I’ll show you my downward dog later 😉

~~~

That was fun.

Nel xo

P.s. you can read the rest of the pieces from this universe here.

[sillygoblinantics]

I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

I’ve held my tongue for too long about my feelings on madhouse but fucking hell!

Unless by some fucking act of arceus or universe hands me the fucking concept art that went into this horrible webcomic- I got room to rip and tear!

This is:

Goblin’s Valid Autopsy of Lily Orchard’s PokéMadhouse

Before we go forward!

Hi. I’m Gobbo or Bri (pick ya poison), I’m a current student at Savannah College of Art and Design (as for campus I ain’t saying nothing) Im working on my bachelors in Animation and minoring in Creative Writing. My Concentration starting as 2d animation later switching it to Story and Concept in animation (back in 2021). I started in 2019 and it’s… 2024 now. Don’t judge me! I’ve been mentored by comic artist, storyboarders and many more in the industry! I’ve taken storyboarding and a plethora of writing classes to have enough qualifications under my belt to properly discuss the shit writing, lacking worldbuilding, disorganized plot hole ridden lore/arcs and horrible inconsistent art. So let’s not waste another moment and dive fucking in!

Story:

I’m not using Lily’s self review tvtropes to cover this. It’s disingenuous ego stroking at full blast.

We follow the highs and lows that are the “will they won’t they” relationship between the stated as sisters, Lily and her Gardevoir, G (yes that’s her fucking name). In a Sunday newspaper comic page esc structure. With bits and pieces of trivia and lore that rarely comes up if not to push and pull sympathy points for lilys self insert as she gets assaulted and violated in physical and mental ways. An arc being called “Violate” and later following the would be time span for gestation of a baby that would then become the labeled cryptid child.

I’m gonna be real there’s no point in reading it because the moment something big happens out of the blue there wasn’t a page missing to explain it which god fucking dammit Lily do I need to give you one of those brainframe sheets or outline templates if you decide to write a story? Because I’ll gladly provide them!

How do you consider yourself a fucking writer at all with your fundamental lack of care for lore and story like- for fucks sake woman it won’t kill you!

Characters

Lily

G

Mikayla

Marah

Bonnie

Mismagius

Other hardly seen or used Pokémon that get thrown away out of nowhere

Countless stolen ocs

And Dr Ponytail (yes that’s the fucking name of one of the “antagonists” and I’ve reread it so many times and found nothing!)

Lily has her “antagonists” being either ex friends or partners or someone who tries to call out bullshit! Fucking hell, the way Lily has g written it’s hard to not see HER AS ONE!

You have all these characters and you neglect so many of them to focus on making your favorite Dollies kiss and scissor or do nothing!

You don’t punish actual rapists either like legit what do you do when your Pokémon who’s been raised like a sister your whole life admits to mindfucking you in a weird soul bond type deal (that you wrote the explanation of yourself), then out of fear swaps dna of a Pokémon of her CRITICALLY ENDANGERED SPECIES can match with to save it with your own dna to baby lock you to staying together, what’s the thing you decide to write?

Case in point: stick an entire cactus up your urethra Lily.

I need a break from this… I’m moving on to the art misdirection.

Lily you are the one commissioning these panels from Mikayla. Meaning you are telling her how to draw these making you the literal art director of this shitty comic!

You want my advice?

USE MODEL SHEETS

Like holy shit. I need to copy paste my spiel about what it is one second:

Make a turnaround for your character(s)!

(Excluding front and back you need to make left and right versions of the rest!)

Front

Back

over-the-shoulder

3/4 view

profile

expression sheets

color pallet reference

(if it’s online/digital rgb if it’s for print it’s cmyk)

include the hexcodes for artists if it’s a small production!

lineup for height and scale for comparison to:

other characters

backgrounds

props

etc.

elements of the world + floor plan in small settings

action poses

hair guide (trust me it’s important)

these are the elements every artist who wants to tell a visual story be it animated or comic always needs:

✨A PITCH BIBLE✨

And Lily, if you’re making any story that is

A. Tied to an existing property

B. Has real world/geopolitical/historic relation

C. Needing a basic understanding to science

Do everyone and yourself a favor

AND DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH IN MLA FORMAT INSTEAD OF SOMEONE ELSES OPINIONS AND YOUR ASS OF HOLDING BULLSHIT!

Class

Dismissed

Your homework is to get these books:

[sagesskies]

just played Binary Star Hero, loved it, amazing, chefs kiss, Hals can take my heart and soul. Love them sooo much.

And an idea just struck me: Awkward Yandere Hero who is also your ex, meanwhile you're the guy who manages his tech.

The guys running the agency wanted him to be presented as the perfect, ideal man, and in this heteronormative world, the ideal man was straight, so they had him start dating another superhero. You got that, you could handle that, but what pissed you off was that he couldn't at least fight for your relationship when the higher-ups wanted him breaking up with you.

so you take the initiative, and don't let him keep beating around the bush, and break things off first. Good riddance honestly, what need do you have of a man who wasn't even willing to fight for you?

You keep working for the same agency, managing their tech, fixing it up after any errors, making sure everything runs in tip, top shape. But you refuse to do anything for him, no. They can get somebody else to do that.

everytime you two speak, it's always tense. him, the 'strong' 'virile' and 'masculine' hero practically cowering before you, the glorified tech support.

"Uh, h-hey [Name]!"

"... Helios."

"How... how are you?"

"I'm fine. What do you want?"

"Uh. To talk?"

"... Leave."

"I just want to chat-"

"Now."

"Okay. Goodbye. Take care. Love you- I mean, uhhhh, t-take care- Wait shit I already said that- Uh. Uh. Bye!"

Your colleagues tell you to pity him more, he had no choice you know? The agency paid his bills, they gave him a job, they were the reason why he wasn't taken to the government testing labs and made a labrat like all the other non-hero superpowered humans. So he was in no position to say no to their demands.

So were you supposed to pity him? To constantly let him do whatever he wanted? Let him miss all the dates, the dinners, to focus more on work than your relationship? Were you supposed to pity him when he didn't bother to explain himself when pictures were released of him going into a hotel room with some model? To let it slide without a single explanation?

You have too much respect for yourself.

When you try to hit the dating scene again, to be able to fully solidify that you are truly moving on from your ex... but for some reason, said ex always ruins everything?!

every single place you take your dates, it's suddenly infested with your ex's fanclub as hundreds of people all clamor around, disrupting others as they all try to at least look at the famed hero Helios who was reported to have been sighted, just your luck, in your general area!

and not to mention, what happens when he decides to approach you in public, while your on a date, and the other guy just so happens to be a big fan of his and all of a sudden you're just tossed aside as your date gets his fucking forehead signed by your ex.

and still, still, he has the audacity to try to strike up a conversation with you.

"Hey, [Name]!" Helios- No, Hollis, greets you cheerfully.

You don't bother to respond, focusing on fixing the dents in Liquid Steel's metal suit. Slamming the hammer down on the outward dents, grunting when you accidentally move the dent inward and use the dolly to fix it.

Hollis, hesitantly, comes closer to you. Despite the fact that you were holding a hammer, he wasn't afraid. You know that he's sturdy and durable, more than other supers, but he is still flesh and bone. If you caught him off guard...

"So, uh, since the other mechanics are a bit busy... I was wondering, could you-"

"I won't, Helios," You glare at him, "Just wait for one of them to come back or something."

Hollis chuckles awkwardly, "Ah, well, I'll actually be needing it fixed soon," His eyes wander around your workspace, before going back to focus on you, eyes a brilliant gold, "I'm... gonna be sent on a mission."

You recall when he'd miss your anniversary dinner, and told you he had to be called out for an emergency extraction. He was fidgeting the entire time, hand rubbing at his neck where you saw lipstick stains that he was doing a shit job at hiding.

Looking at him now, you can tell he's lying the same way he was back then. But for different reasons now.

"No." You say with finality.

"But-"

You drop your hammer, and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Pulling him closer till your foreheads were pressed against each other. His eyes widen, and he gulps.

"I said no," You snarled, spit flying against his face, "Why can't you fucking get that into your thick skull, hm?"

Your hands grasp tighter onto the fabric of his shirt, nearly tearing it off, "You've been a right fucking creep, yknow?" You give him a cruel, crooked grin, "I know what you're doing- You've been fucking stalking me, haven't you?"

"[Name], I-"

Maybe it's the stress from work, the breakup, the failed dates, Hollis himself, his mere presence being enough to tip you over the edge. Whatever it is, you snap.

"Shut up!" You scream at Hollis, "I hate you- I hate you so, so, so much!"

More than you hated Hollis, you hated the situation. It's more than just sabotaging your love life, and always bothering you with his awkward small talk, you wished he started trying before you ended it. You wished it didn't take you leaving for him to beg for you to come back.

You feel like the gear that you're in charge of fixing. Some heroes take care of theirs like it's their baby, always careful, but never getting enough work done because of it. Some are able to tolerate it getting damaged, and do their duty. But some? Some are willing to let it suffer intense damage, nearly become irreparable, all for the sake of their job.

Hollis is like that, you think. He let your relationship decay, rot, and fester, till it became nothing more than a shell of what it used to be. But you were too tired to fix it. Why bother anyway? You were old news, software that needed to be updated. So like any person with common sense, Hollis got an update.

Your face grows warm, you think it is from the shame for your outburst, before you realize it is also wet, and that you are actually crying. You don't want to, but you slump against his chest, and bury your face into the warmth of his shirt.

You beat weakly at his chests, "I hate you... I hate you Hollis." You sob.

Hollis shifts, you think he's about to pry you off, but then you sense a familiar presence over your back, and then a hesitant, but comforting hand is rubbing soothing circles into your back.

"It's... It's okay [Name]," His voice is shaky, and you think he's crying too, "No matter how much you hate me, I'll always love you."

[pixeltwix]

-Emma May Hc Rambles

Now because I actually don’t have anything prepared to post for today (sleep sounded better than late night sketching) I decided to just ramble about lil misc facts about my ver of Emma May Dixon :) nothing crazy plot wise, simply just things that I haven’t mentioned before or made dedicated posts to yet

I always envisioned Emma May with a very specific southern accent, and it took a random shuffle of my Spotify to realize she sounds like Dolly Parton!! It was either this or Luanne from King of the Hill which also sounded close to what I imagined, but as far as voice claims go, my ver of Em sounds like Dolly :D

She has bpd and ptsd. The latter I don’t feel needs much explanation as that comes from the cult bg, but the bpd comes from her fathers side of the family and has been an active part of her for as long as she can remember

Considering the time period though her mood swings and times of anger were always just chalked up to ‘womens hysteria’ and the like, which only proved to frustrate her more

She admittedly does have a bit of a temper, but nothing ever harmful to the people she cares about, she more so has adapted to take things out on herself. Ie pulling her hair, digging her nails into her arms, or biting her knuckles. Anything to ground her into reality to try and calm herself down

Ultimately though once she runs away from home she was fortunate to be surrounded by people who came to understand her. Be it Stan understanding in his own way and showing her his own copes, Ford keeping her distracted with mindless rambling, her uncle or Carla just giving her space to breathe, or Fiddleford understanding mental plights and just becoming a person of comfort for her- she thankfully has people who care

She used to date Ford back in high school

This didn’t really start until senior year when the pressure was on for both of them, but it was nothing crazy and honestly something both of them did cause ‘well ig if I could date anyone it’d probably be you’

From Carla saying ‘Em, it’s a safe bet’, to Stan saying it’ll be Ford‘s only chance to ‘get the girl’ they both conceded and gave it a try

They broke up just before Ford’s first semester at Backupsmore upon mutual ground, both confessing they only ever really liked the other as a friend, but otherwise ‘hey if we don’t meet anyone by the time we’re 30 then let’s get married for the benefits’

But of course Em meets Fiddleford and the rest is history as we know it

She’s a smoker and it’s a main part of the reason why she never kicked Fiddleford for his own chewing tobacco habits

She stopped mostly a bit into dating Fidds because smoking for her was mainly a stress relief, so with him as something more calming she saw the need for it less and less, but the second she knows she could potentially be getting pregnant in their relationship she quits

She picks it up briefly again around the late 80s, but otherwise is completely done with it as a coping mechanism before the 90s

She had a crush on Stan when they were kids (and honestly she still kinda did for a little while after that as well)

She always saw her feelings as something unrealistic and Stan as unattainable though as once she finally planned on saying something he saved Carla at the movies and that relationship began (which the irony here is Em also discovered she liked girls through her friendship with Carla)

But her underlining feelings that simmered beneath friendship is what motivated her to take him in after he was kicked out of his home, it’s why she kept sending him money for so long, and it’s why she bought and kept an issue of ‘Hunky Drifters Catalogue’ that had Stan in it. Something she forgets she has until she unpacking in Palo Alto and damn near has a heart attack

She also reminds me of Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet, but alas I could only put six

But anywho I hOPE this makes sense??

For me it’s like, the intense drive and determination paired with the sass and capabilities of a temper when people don’t take them seriously energy that feels so Emma May core. That and they all have a special someone eventually that they’d live and die for wether they want to admit it or not

Anywho if you read this far, thank you for listening to my nonsense

[alicealmost]

Night Light - A bunnydoll fanfiction

TW: animal death/small reference to animal cruelty/ reference to child abuse/small blood/meltdown

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This was stupid. He was so very stupid.

A standing presence could be found in one of the thousand hallways of a place known as the "amazing" digital circus. He found it amazing too, to be honest... amazing lame, annoying, ridiculous and all of those. However, the situation the humanoid bunny found himself in made he feel like he was the lamest thing in digital existence.

The last time was supposed to be the very last time. He promised it to himself.

Still there he was again, pathetically facing the smiling picture onto certain ragdoll's room door.

Jax's lifted his purple long ears, trying to catch any sound of the losers he had to live with, to be sure all of them were asleep, or at least trying to. All clear. He sighed.

Closing his hand into a fist, the rabbit softly knocked the red door. Foot tapping from impatience. A sound of dragged steps could be heard, as they got closer, Jax cleaned his throat. The golden doorknob twaddle. A mess of a red yarn hair popped out.

"Mmh... Jax, hello..." Said Ragatha, losing to fight against a yawn. Jax could swear there were dark circles under her eyes, both button and non-button.

"Hey there, dollface.. uh, I was..." Jax scratched the back of his ear, a visibly embarrassed expression painting his purple face. However, before he could finish, he noticed Ragatha leaning her weight against the door, making it a bit more open

" Wanna come in?"

He looked away from her. Never in his entire existence in this digital place, he felt so uncomfortable and pathetic.

"Eh? I didn't even say anything, dolly." He smirked, trying to conserve the last amount of coolness on him. Ragatha rose an eyebrow.

"But yeah, thank you." Said the rabbit, walking hurriedly into the room, not wanting her to change her mind. The ragdoll sighed rolling her eyes and finally closed the door behind her.

" Geez, you do look tired, Dollface." Jax commented as Ragatha passed by him into her bed's direction.

" Oh, do I? Well, those days adventures were really exhaustive. I think Caine will finally find a way to actually kill us out of tiredness one day." Ragatha chuckled, adjusting herself to the cream-colored blankets, full of ruffles, turning herself to the wall, what left a considerable amount of space besides her.

"Hm, it would be fun..." Said Jax unamused. He couldn't bring himself to say excuse me, so he just sit on the space left by Ragatha, finally lying down.

" Can I turn off the lights?"

"Mmh? Yes... I just turned it on to open the door."

Jax quickly pressed the off button of the lamp placed on Ragatha's nightstand. The bunny could already hear an almost inaudible sound of the soft snoring coming from the already asleep doll. She seemed to be very exhausted.

A small tiny part of himself felt a slight bit of guilt about waking her. Well, he could always use his keys to open the door, like he did in the last time. But nooo, stupid dollface had to scream at top of her lungs(if she had any) when she saw his big, golden, reflexive eyes staring at her in the middle of night inside her room, when he was just minding his own business.

No need to say the whole circus gang was on her door a minute after she let out that ridiculous scream. Kinger even had a baseball bat for some reason.

Still, what pissed him the most was the doll's explanation to why he was in her room in the first place

"Jax had a nightmare."

He could still remeber the annoying sound of their colletive laugh. Even tiny squeak toy they called Pomni seemed to be having the moment of her life, making those rubber duck like noises while laughing.

"Dude, just get a night light or something like this." Zooble commented before leaving with the rest of the gang.

The purple rabbit then promised to himself. It was the last time. He would no long rely on red yarn head words for when he first had this recurring dream, which was tormenting him by quite a time.

" You can always come here if you need." And in the morning after the scream incident, she simply added "Just knock before coming in next time."

Yes, he was determined to guarantee there wasn't going to be a next time. Not after this humiliation.

Still, here he was again.

He rolled his eyes, the best thing to do was trying to get some "z's" too. He was tired.

Not much time after he fell into a light sleep, he started dreaming again

Psychedelic frames appearing in a flash, a dark skinned little boy running, playing with other kids.

"Come here"

The boy didn't want to go. He wanted to play with the others

"I said come here piece of trash!"

Several broken toys on the floor

A cut of the very same boy, a bit older, sitting on the floor holding a cage. Even though there was some scars and marks all over his face, he was smiling. Inside the cage, a black furred bunny.

Another cut, the bunny was full of blood, stretched inside the cage, eyes open. Lifeless.

huh!?

Jax eyes snapped open, his heart racing faster than it was already. His hand searched for something, something to hold in.

" J...Jax... ouch!"

Jax panted, looking to the side

He felt Ragatha's body a bit over his, like she was trying to reach something. The light from the lamp she turned on invaded the room. Speechless, she faced Jax with a questioning look.

" Uh... oh, dollface, I thought you were the blanket. Hehe. Sorry..."

" What?" The doll woman blinked, evidently confused.

" I was cold, so I got stressed and wanted to cover myself badly." The rabbit smiled, trying to sound convincing enough.

"Jax... you do have a blanket over you."

Jax's eyes moved to the sides frenetically

" Hmm yeah, but it's not warm enough. I thought you said there was an extra blanket in here...?"

Ragatha fought against the urge to sigh. She waved her head.

"No I don't. But you could go get yours in your room and come back, if you are that cold."

He did not want to go anywhere

"Nah, I'm fine."

Usually Ragatha would say something, but she had no strength for it. Caine's adventures were becoming each time more exhaustive.

"Fine then. Turn off the lights, please." Was the only thing said by the doll, who curled up against the wall again, visibly annoyed.

Jax obeyed. Satisfied she bought this explanation.

"Come one, dude. Go to sleep already." He said to himself. Deepening his face over the pillow.

Again, it all played on his brain again. The flashes, the psychedelic frames, the voices.

"You are a burden to me... why did I do so wrong to get a thing like you as a child? You can't do anything right."

"Where is Max? Tell me, you witch! What did you do to him?"

Forcing the boys chin to face her crimson eyes, a devious smile appeared in the woman's face

"Why don't you check on the basement? I think he hopped from the stairs before I could catch him... you know, bunnies are quite mischievous."

"Jax!"

Jax opened his eyes. Worst then just grabbing Ragatha's arm, he was entirely snuggled on her, his face buried on her back

"D-doll...? Ah... I thought you were the pillow! It's your fault for having this plush skin."

Ragatha angrily turned on the lights, glaring to Jax.

"Are you fooling with me? Is that it?"

Jax swallowed. Ragatha rarely got that angry

"Listen, Jax. I may have allowed you to sleep besides me when you have nightmares, cause I know how scaring some dreams can be. But if you are using this to torment me and interrupt my sleep when I have stated several times I am EXHAUSTED, then you are more jerk than I initially thought. Just get out of my room!"

Jax's heart was like a racing horse

"N-No, do... Ragatha. I promise you it's not that. I swear to you."

Ragatha's angry expression softened slightly. Jax wasn't the type of person that would say "i promise you" like this

honesty, neither he was trying to wear a smug grin this time. He would probably say something like "Oh, you are too boring, dolly. No fun." And then leave her room, if he was actually fooling with her.

"Okay... I believe you. But it's my last warning. Stay at your side of the bed."

Jax nodded relieved, letting the stress be released by a contented sigh. He turned the lights off again.

thump. thump

The boy stood in somewhere dark. His small stature trembling from head to toes.

The dead corpse of the bunny on the boy's hands. The lifeless pulpils reflecting the crying figure holding the small animal. A hurted and despaired sound of sobs echoing loudly

"That's what you get for disobeying me... I should never gave birth to you."

"Again, Jax?!"

The lights hurted his eyes. He felt he could not breath. He was once again tightly wrapping Ragatha.

The doll pushed him off her, a sour glare painting her eye.

" That's it, Jax. Get ou-"

She could never finish the sentence, as Jax pratically jumped onto her lap, wrapping his arms around her neck, almost like he was trying to fuse with her.

Heartbreaking sobs coming from his throat. He knew he had to stop, he wanted to stop. But as much as he tried to, he couldn't.

Then he felt Ragatha's plush arms wrapping his torso. Gently rubbing his back. The bunny could also hear the doll's soft "shh"

No one was looking, after all. He allowed himself to cry his heart out.

"Ragatha!" He sobbed

"I'm here, Jax..."

"Ragatha!" The tears jumped from his closed golden eyes.

"It's okay, Jax... it's okay."

Weird, Ragatha's voice sounded like it was about to break too

And they stayed like this for a very long moment. He could hear Ragatha humming while using her fingers to comb Jax back fur. Her presence was so warm, so embracing, so nice... Jax's breathing gradually startetd to calme down. His heartbeat getting its usual track.

He sighed, deciding if he had settled down, it was time to let go of the doll.

"I am fine now..."

" Are you sure?" The doll's lips quivered, drawing a worried gaze at the rabbit sitting besides her

"Hm." He nodded affirmatively. Still, failed to convince the red haired woman.

An awkward silence remained in the air, Ragatha brang her fingers together, unsure to what she was supposed to say or do.

"Y-you know, we can let the lights on..." not even finished, she already regretted saying that as Jax glared to her.

" I am not a kid afraid of the dark, dollface."

Well, at least a bit of his usual self was back.

" To be honest, no one is afraid of darkness, at least the largest amount of people. I guess what cause us to be afraid is the things we can find inside there." Said the ragdoll.

Jax rolled his eyes. He just had a meltdown and Ragatha was feeling poetry.

"If you say. Bye doll." He rose up, feeling immediately a soft touch grabbing his hand.

"Wait! Stay by... you are already here..."

He half turned around to meet her eye, she really seemed concerned.

"I won't say anything else." A small pause remained until Jax sat back in the bed

" Fine."

And she smiled. Even having a lot of her red yarn hair tufts all up and messy, and those dark circles under her eyes, her smiling face was so pretty

Wait?! What was him thinking?

He must have got a little balanced off with everything.

He waited for her to lie down, turning off the lamp again.

Even the room being all dark, he could see very well, after all, he had night vision

Funny, just because he was a rabbit, was he supposed to have those abilities?

And the main difference now was that Ragatha didn't turn around to face the wall this time. No. She was all curled, face to his direction. Her eye open. Jax knew she couldn't see him at all, still her eye was open, looking to him.

" Go to sleep, doll."

He held a smirk when he saw her eye rolling.

"I shall say the same to you."

"Deal." He closed his eyes after she closed her.

He was about to fall asleep when he felt Ragatha's arm sliding over his chest, bringing her body closer to his.

His heart began to pound again, but nothing like the when he had those horrendous dream.

No, in fact, it was so warming.

He felt she bringing her head closer to his neck, so he turned the head a bit, and in an impulse, placed his lips on hers. What was he doing?

"Now i will be banished not only from her room, but from her life itself"

But surprisingly, Ragatha just returned the kiss, broke it a second, and kissed him again.

" Doll?"

" Huh?"

" What was that?"

" I don't know."

She then rested her head under his chin, both wrapping each others, heartbeats resonating.

"Night, Jax."

"Night, Ragatha."

And then both drifted on sleep.

Jax began to dream again. This time, a place full of light. It looked like outside the circus' tent.

And in front of him, a smiling face brightened up. Her light blue dress getting waved by the wind. Red curls falling over her shoulders.

"Jax!" Her voice echoed, almost like a song melody.

Jax waved back to her, taking a step, then another, and suddenly he was running. The closer he got, the brighter it became.

And when he finally reached her, every darkness went away.

Who needed a night light when he had his dollface?

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Of you read until here. Thank you. Sorry for any English mistake. Allow me to know at you think <3

[nevermoredramaalt]

Hello everyone.

I planned on only reblogging and reposting certain things on this acc but I have decided I am done only reposting and reblogging. There are many problematic people in the Nevermore fandom, including the creators (ew). And specifically I have a problem with one creator who I can for sure call out. Undead_Dolly, or known as @lenores-2nd-wife on here. She’s small but she still has people she interacts with. There are a lot of things she has done and that includes being an ass to discord members in her server, and most importantly groomed one of her members who was 15. (I’m sure RnF would love her). She also allegedly said slurs against poc in private dms, but the minor no longer has the screenshots so take that with a grain of salt.

To start I will address the grooming as that's the bigger issue at hand. There are many conversations that just prove this, but I will show only a few to save time and energy. Besides these few should show just how much of a freak she is:

Tw for sexual stuff ahead;

(Sharing links to her smut….)

(Her tagging the victim to show them more smut...)

She is obviously being sexual in her conversations, and directly pinging the minor she is grooming when sharing her explicit ideas. She even makes sexual ideas about the minor’s OCs. If you need more explanation than that I don’t think you understand the severity of this. I’ve included all the short one offs she’s made for the minor, and I have screenshots. There’s a google doc at the end containing the ones the minor was able to get a hold of.

If you want more screenshots of her behavior let me know in my question box and I’ll post more as this shitstain has had tons of conversations with the victim. They even say these conversations took place in front of other minors as well bcs she has a mixed-ages server.

For less serious but ironic information she is a two faced cunt when it comes to drama on her server. She could have addressed the problem in DM’s but instead chose to embarrass the member in the general chat, and what the member had posted wasn’t that bad, it was talking about a message the member’s friend had sent. 

In conclusion, Undead_Dolly not only is a groomer and an ass, they support problematic people, and are allegedly racist. 

The fact Nevermore mods have not banned her isn’t surprising and shows they only care about banning people who actually speak up about the terrible conditions of their discord server.

Thank you for reading.

[themculibrary]

Sub!Steve Masterlist

Deep End (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony E, 61k

Summary: SHIELD has found a way to make Project Rebirth work - something Tony's father was never able to accomplish. An unexpected side effect has Fury begging Tony for some rather unusual help: the painful procedure has put their volunteer, a sub called Steve Rogers, so deep into subspace he can't come up on his own.

Dolly (ao3) - Ruquas steve/tony E, 34k

Summary: Steve and Tony have a happy relationship, practising a total power exchange for quite a long time now. And usually, Steve would say that nothing could be done to make it better, except maybe have SHIELD bothering them less.

At least not until Tony compares him to a doll Steve never heard of. Or, more likely, until Steve fell down the rabbid hole the internet could be.

Now he not only found a few new kinks, but also a new obsession - which he only has to admit to Tony.

Well, who could've known that a normal Ken Doll could open up so many options?

Dressed in White Noise (ao3) - CryptoHomoRocker sam/steve, past peggy/steve E, 4k

Summary: "Sam finds out by accident, but when he does, he can’t say he’s really shocked."

Sam likes taking care of people, and Steve needs to be taken care of.

Innocent Until (ao3) - L1av steve/bucky, background clint/steve E, 136k

Summary: Bucky Barnes made a name for himself as the attorney who could get anyone off, but he still lives by the saying, "Innocent until proven guilty." Steve Rogers finds himself on trial for multiple homicides but he swears he was only trying to protect a girl. Bucky's been in this business long enough to know when someone's innocent, and Steve is innocent. Steve already feels like a monster and Bucky's worried this guy's going to lay himself on the sword come his trial. So Bucky offers up another course for punishment:

 Turns out, chains and whips really excite Steve.

It's Always Been You, Stevie (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: : Bucky smirked, his blue eyes light in the evening darkness, his short, dark hair lighting up whenever the streetlights fell upon them, “told ya, punk. Now, spill.”

“This really isn’t the time to –

“Steve, fuckin’ tell me,” Bucky demanded, cupping Steve’s face now, all humour gone, replaced by worry and fear, “what’s wrong?”

“I’veneverhadsexbefore!” Steve said, all in one go and managed to slip out of Bucky’s hold, as he went slack, just staring at him.

“There, are you happy?” Steve huffed, his voice was shaking, eyes wide and fearful, worried that Bucky would turn and run, “that’s what’s been botherin’ me. ‘Cause, I-I, you know what, forget it.”

I won’t leave you falling (ao3) - BlossomsintheMist steve/tony E, 14k

Summary: Tony doms for Steve, which involves some specially enhanced red rope, cock rings, two vibrators, and a lot of orgasm control. It works out. Bottom Steve, trembling and desperate to come, loving dom Tony, plenty of aftercare.

no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions (ao3) - BlossomsintheMist steve/tony E, 93k

Summary: He let his hands rest, warmly, on Steve’s shoulders, against his neck. “I just want you to fuck me, soldier,” he managed to get out, breathy. “I want you to fuck me, yes, in my ass, and not stop. Again and again, until it’s out of your system.”

Steve and Tony and a marathon sex encounter. That’s it, that’s the fic.

no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to him (ao3) - ara_the_jedi (orphan_account) steve/bucky E, 32k

Summary: 1917; James "Bucky" Barnes is born. 1918; Steve Rogers is born. 1936; Bucky Barnes bonds Steve Rogers. 1941; Bucky Barnes is drafted. 1943; Steve Rogers becomes Captain America. 1945; Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers die separately. 1972; the Winter Soldier is recovered by SHIELD. 2011; Captain America is recovered by SHIELD.

2012. The Winter Soldier is asked to care for Captain America during subdrop.

Protection Like a Wheel (ao3) - samalander steve/sam, steve/natasha/sam E, 5k

Summary: Steve misses the sensation of being overpowered in bed, so he and Sam ask Natasha to help him find it again.

Raise Your Glass (ao3) - minkeys steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Bucky knows Steve in ways that his 21st century friends could never even begin to imagine. Or at least, they couldn't until tonight. It's about time somebody corrected all those historians that painted Steve as a straight-laced, God-fearing soldier, and what better way to do it than over a harmless game of "Never Have I Ever." What's the worst that could be said?

Rhapsody in Pink (ao3) - the1918 steve/bucky E, 28k

Summary: After being chemically castrated for the entirety of his time as Hydra’s Winter Soldier, Bucky is attempting to recover his life—with the help of his oldest and best friend—when seventy years of a denied libido suddenly comes raging back in a series of graphic hallucinations. Steve is there to help.

(Or: Bucky Barnes’s dick wakes up after a seven-decade nap. It is very interested in Steve Rogers.)

* * * Post-CA:TWS / AOU canon divergence, set at the Avengers up-state facility.

Semaphore (ao3) - mtothedestiel steve/bucky E, 6k

Summary: Sometimes Steve can't move on from the day's mission. Bucky is the only one who can help him. They've worked out a system.

Slow Like Honey (ao3) - Dira Sudis (dsudis) steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: "Come on now." Bucky sat back and let his thighs splay out wide, crowding against Steve. "Be a good girl for me and sit on my knee."

The Care & Feeding of Steven G. Rogers (ao3) - greenbergsays steve/bucky E, 8k

Summary: Bucky takes care of Steve.

the Kept Boy (ao3) - Neutralchaos steve/bucky M, 235k

Summary: Here is James Barnes, the most dangerous Alpha in New York. Rich, powerful, cocky and short-tempered, his only skill greater than his persuasion or intimidation is his marksmanship. Head of the Seyrbakov crime family, inherited over the heads of the late Aleksei Seyrbakov’s own sons, who he had deported when they attempted to murder him. Top of Interpol and the FBI and the CIA and probably the NSA’s most wanted lists, but there’s never enough evidence to bring even a parking ticket against him, as it has been for New York’s Bratva since the late 1910s. His company smuggles weapons, drugs, alcohol, tobacco, exotic animals, you name it, but you’ll never find a shred of proof. If land barons still existed, then Barnes – owning property in all the five boroughs, the state, the country, even on other continents – would easily be one. When you think of the Russian mafia, you think of Barnes. Here is James Barnes, gracing the scum and lowlifes of Brooklyn with his presence, and here is Steve Rogers, not-so-cheap yet consistently broke hooker, sitting on his lap like he belongs there.

Very rapidly, that makes him the most dangerous Omega in New York.

To See Its Truth (ao3) - BlossomsintheMist steve/tony E, 5k

Summary: “There’ll be time for me after this,” Tony told him. The heavy ache, the drag and fullness and wet, was making his cock hard again, so that he could feel it bobbing under his shirt. The fabric felt sweaty, sticking to his back and chest and nipples. “I’ll probably only come once, after all. Just let me make you feel good, champ.”

you got me so high (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky E, 1k

Summary: Steve hadn’t known pleasure like this.

Being fed and looked after so well, being doted on and loved like this. It almost brings him to tears, sometimes it does. Sometimes, with the love that Bucky gives him, he can’t handle it. It’s always so much and so good and he just melts for it. Makes those little whimpers Bucky loves to hear. Clings onto him like he might shake apart, begs for Bucky to stay in him, to keep him safe and warm. He loves it, he loves the feeling of Bucky’s cock inside him, the feeling of Bucky’s fingers and tongue. The way he opens him up so sweetly, takes his time and makes him see stars.

He’s never felt love this.

Never felt so good, so high.

You’re My Medicine (ao3) - BlossomsintheMist steve/tony E, 11k

Summary: It was just that Steve liked harder kinks, and it seemed like the kind of thing that would appeal to the intense sensation play side of him, always pushing himself and looking for something to send him flying higher. It wasn’t the same as a flogger stinging over his back, but it was more intimate, more invasive, Tony figured—the same intensity, but in a totally different way, and maybe … gentler, softer. Something it would be easier for Tony to give him the way he wanted it, even the way he liked it.

[jesterwriting]

pairing: shanks x gn!reader

contents: mature!reader, probably in their forties, reigniting old dreams, not a lot of romance just lingering attraction and joining shanks’ crew, not proofread

word count: 1.5k words

note: dolly parton started playing and this showed up in my google docs. i have no explanation except, maybe one day, ill do a part two

playlist: bargain store by dolly parton

It had been a long time since matters of the heart had been a concern to you. A part of you thought that maybe you had outgrown love, as ridiculous as that notion was. Sure, you had your flings. None of them were meant to last though, and you didn’t find yourself complaining. A night of bliss and a warm body in your bed was more than enough for you these days. There was no need for things to get complicated. Life was simple and you were happy, that was all that mattered.

Your last real relationship left you a shell of your former self. It took a long time to mend a broken heart, but you managed with what you could find. Held together with duct tape and rusty screws, you carried on, trying not to think about how the old thing was left gathering dust on a shelf.

Your younger self would be disappointed. They had dreams of grand adventures and an even grander love, none of which came to pass. You never left this dingy old town. Not for vacation, and certainly not for piracy. You were too old for that now, too set in your ways.

And yet, here you were, standing dumb as your heart started to beat again. You’d recognize the feeling anywhere, even if it had been more than a decade since you felt it. It was almost as if the shoddy materials you used to mend it grated against your throat.

You should have never accepted that damn drink.

Red Haired Shanks was not a name you were unfamiliar with. The emperor docked on your island every so often, drinking the local bar dry with his crew when it struck his fancy. Though you knew of him, that didn’t mean you ever saw him. While your younger self concerned themself with the comings and goings of pirates, your current self couldn’t care less. Old dreams were old dreams, there was no use in indulging them if you had no intention of doing anything about it. And, if there was one thing you were certain about, you would never be a pirate.

You weren’t curious, you told yourself as you hiked up to the bar that the Red Haired Pirates were currently occupied. Not even a little bit. It was a cold night and you were lonely, preferring the company of a drink and maybe an old friend if one was there. That was all this was. Sure, you cracked open your old diary earlier and cried onto the pages over everything you had lost. Every dream, every hope you gave up for your ex-husband. He wanted to stay, so you stayed. It was over, you made your choice, there was no use in regretting it.

Still, you marched down the hill that led into town and straight to the bar where you ordered your drink of choice. It was loud, almost too loud for you. The pirates inside sang and danced. All the while, you nursed your drink and stubbornly fixed your gaze on the far wall. You were not here to indulge childhood flights of fancy, you were here for a drink. That was it.

“Well, if you’re here for a drink, let me buy you one.”

Did you say that outloud? You whipped around to come face to face with the very man you wanted to see had been avoiding in the first place. Red Haired Shanks had the kind of smile you could drown in. The apples of his cheeks were rosy from the beer that made its home in his tankard, his eyes bright, almost playful as he looked at you.

Like an idiot, you allowed yourself to return his grin — though yours was much smaller and more reserved — and said, “Sure.”

Now here you were, laughing louder than you had in a long time as you listened to the captain recount his latest adventure. Shanks watched your expression, you caught it more than once. His eyes would scan your face, waiting for you to huff a laugh or throw him one of your rare smiles, brightening even more when you did. Attention like this did not come often, it made you want to blush and giggle like a teenager all over again.

Snorting at another one of his jokes, you took a swig of your drink. Maybe you’d indulged a little too much because your lips felt looser than usual. “C’mon, now, Shanks, why’d you buy me a drink? Surely there are much prettier folks around to drink with.”

Shanks laughed. “Who says you’re not pretty?”

You hated how that fluttery feeling welled up in your chest, making you want to hide your flush behind your glass. “That’s not what I asked.”

“You looked like you needed a good time.” He mimicked your expression from earlier, brows knit and face split into an exaggerated frown. “I thought the wall back there was about to burst into flames.”

“I did not look like that,” You muttered. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help the grin that wormed its way onto your face.

“You did! You looked exactly like that.”

“You can’t prove it.”

Shanks conceded, eyes sparkling. “You got me there.”

The conversation fell into a comfortable silence. While Shanks studied you, you stared into your drink, gently sloshing it about while you mulled over your words.

Fuck it.

You threw your head back and downed the rest of your tankard's contents before slamming it on the table. Shanks copied your motion, a bit of beer leaking from the corner of his mouth and onto the front of his shirt. You had to fight the urge to scold him, wanting to pick up a napkin and dab him clean. Stupid. You hardly knew this man.

“Y’know, I always wanted to be a pirate.” You chuckled a little to yourself, feeling silly. “Read my old diary and it all came flooding back.”

Shanks leaned forward, his grin unwavering. “Really now, what stopped you?”

“Fell in love, got married. He wanted to stay, I wanted to go, and one of us had to give something up.”

For the first time since you started talking to him, his expression fell into something less playful and more serious. “What happened to him?”

“You know how men are. Fickle things, no offense. He ran off about a decade ago with a fling.” You shrugged. “It’s been a long time, the wound’s nothing more than a scar now. I try not to pick at it too much, though.”

Shanks cocked his head to the side. “Why don’t you become a pirate now?”

You couldn’t help it, you threw your head back and laughed. “Look at me! I have no skills outside of this island, all I got is my house and some tattered, old dreams.”

“That’s all you need. A dream.” He leaned back, his smile back in place like it never left, and waved at the barkeep for another drink. “Why don’t you join my crew? We need another pretty face on deck.”

To say it wasn’t tempting would be a lie. You were a bit tipsy, nostalgic, and completely besotted with the man before you. The idea of spending the rest of your days on the sea was intoxicating, far more than the cheap drink you’d been nursing half the night. You doubted Shanks ever looked in the mirror and wondered what he’d accomplished. It would be nice if you never had to again. You weren’t that stupid however. It took more than a pretty face to be a pirate.

“Pass. Too old.”

Shanks laughed. “And what am I?”

“An Emperor of the Sea,” You deadpanned. He chuckled, and gave you a look that said that he wasn’t done asking. “I’m serious, Shanks. I can’t, it’s too late for me.”

“You say that, but that’s not how you really feel.” With a sigh, Shanks stood and clapped you on the shoulder with his free hand. You hadn’t noticed the fact he was missing the other until now. “Tell you what, I’ll give you the night to think it over.”

With that, he gave you one final grin, and sauntered over to his crew, as if he didn’t turn your world upside down in a single night.

Taking another sip of your drink, you told yourself you wouldn’t do it.

Walking home, with the moon high in the sky, you told yourself you wouldn’t do it.

Packing your bags, diary open on the fiftieth page of your old dream, you told yourself you wouldn’t do it.

And, as you awkwardly shuffled your feet in front of Shanks, as he welcomed you with an arm around your shoulders, you decided that you had a right to be a little stupid.

[thenerdofthegroup]

I fear some of you don’t actually like Agatha and only want lesbians and Rio...

And if you do fine but don’t complain when a show about witches isn’t focusing fully on the romance. Every character needs to be explained and this episode was EXACTLY like WV episode 4. And received the same backlash. It needed to happen and the final dialogue between Agatha and Billy tells us such BEAUTIFUL things about Agatha. How a young child who survived and used their gift should never feel ashamed. She is telling him what she wished to hear and the tears in her eyes of remembering Billy and Wanda in the hex. Just beautiful storytelling and Kathryn’s acting

But ultimately, if there is nothing more than we have been given. I will be livid. Because that IS queerbaiting. To not give us a kiss or showing their backstory etc IS queerbaiting and it would be disgusting. BUT their relationship is the heartfelt whisper behind everything. Every small action, every look, every comment and smile and interaction is beautiful and heartfelt. BUT it is the storyline that will become prominent in the final trio of episodes. It will be and we will get a kiss.

I am personally furious the first kiss of the series about women is between two men. BUT their relationship was not integral to the story. Agatha and Rio’s are. Is that not more important? There will be more. Their relationship is for the latter three because the latter three is pure Agatha. Well Lilia next episode but Agatha is much more there

Anyway welcome back to quick thoughts about Episode 6

The Eastview and Westview flags in Billy’s room were in Agatha’s trial. WHY IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE. Jac I am calling you a liar and I don't care (I'm kidding Jac you are doing a great job thank you for every Agatha thing)

Lilia putting the sigil on him is SO GOOD. My personal theory is that she saw what would happen if Wanda found him. It would have ruined both of them. It could have been because that amount of power at that age may have hurt him but Agatha has constantly been kind to him. I think it was because she saw a bad future with Wanda finding him. Idk jury is out on this but it’s a fun thing to think about. Why?

RALPH’S EXPLANATION! GOOOOOOD this is the thing I keep trying to say. Ralph described it as absolute torture. People were literally asking Wanda to kill them over that. And that was less than two weeks. Agatha has been under it for THREE YEARS. AND I would point to ep 4 where the other two was screaming in pain to the curse and she was able to withstand it. Not only does it show the sadness that she has probably been through so much pain that she can withstand it even without magic BUT ALSO think about how much torture she has felt! She deserves to murder everyone around her. My bby

The outside perspective of the interrogation scene was wonderful. Absolutely hilarious. I think the director said to Kathryn ‘make him break’ and that was where they went

And it is just… again so sad to me. She was forced to make an utter fool of herself but people went along with it and helped her. Its so sweet but so heartbreaking. I love you Agatha

The running scene. She got a cramp because she hasn’t left the house for so long

Billy sits in a chair covered in moons

THE RESEARCH SCENE I LOVED IT I LOVEEEEEED IT. and also remember this is a secondary source. I love this in media. Agatha isn’t a succubus she is a siphon but because this wiki is most likely written by a creep they turn it sexual. I mean she could be but you always have to think about WHO wrote it. Just like the Jolene article. Kathryn probably didn't fuck Dolly Parton’s boyfriend but she did get slapped by her and they ran with it, just like a tabloid would. And ALL THE PHOTOS!!! AHHHHHH I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE PROPER RUN THROUGH OF HER LIFE

On the Jolene point I think it’s a fun easter egg because it’s like Agatha’s perspective of Wanda if the ‘lover’ was magic. Look at these lyrics:

I think Agatha is the singing perspective, Wanda is Jolene and the magic is their lover. It is favouring ‘the younger more perfect’ witch (Agatha is better than everyone don't even, I'm just saying from a jealousy perspective)

AGATHA SURVIVING THE MUD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHHHHHH

GONNA SCREAM SOME MORE AHHHHHH

The fact she is one of two witches who has NOTHING and yet still survives the death sentence (which isn’t a death sentence but shouldn’t be escapable) shows how utterly incredible she is. She is a survivor which brings me to my next love

THE DUALOGUE I FUCKING LOVED IT

Okay, originally I thought that she would be mad and angry. But this made so much more sense. Her unseriousness is her hiding her anger and annoyance. But fundamentally she is connected because she relates. Wanda was too late. She was fighting so hard and Agatha tried but Billy… he is a child. He is just like her. But was given a gift not a curse like Agatha. But still, Agatha prioritised surviving and living over anything else. And that is what Billy did: survived. And she respects that. So she tells him what SHE WANTED TO HEAR as a child!!! Its so beautiful!!! Honestly utterly beautiful and Kathryn acted her ass off. Fucking Goddess

And some people are going ‘uh she knew from the start. But why did-’ she lied. ‘Why did what Rio said hurt’- she lied. She had a suspicion at the start but as it went in she thought it was Nick. That shattered around Rio’s comment because Rio would know and Agatha trusts that. Agatha trusts her in those moments. But she did think he was nick then or at least her suspicion and hope tilted towards there which is what I think. She is already covered in mud and embarrassed. Of course she is going to go ‘yeah I always knew. Never had a doubt’. Media literacy is dead my god

AND THE WAY SHE TOUCHED HER BROOCH. That proves to me she did geneuinly have the hope that he was nick. At least in the moment she truly realised the tragedy that Wanda got her son back but she never will.

Her unseriousness. Sometimes a bby girl is a 350 year old serial killer witch

I love you Agatha

And remember this is Agatha’s show. But these character’s need to be fleshed out. But by their explanations we get a greater image of Agatha. But every relationship Agatha has is equally important. I want more romance but this was not the episode for it. The latter three will

[capitclkarma]

( lizeth selene . genderfluid . they / she ) . ⸻ yasmine yorba , a twenty - five year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for six months . the closed book is known for being charismatic and guarded and is often associated with bleeding  cuticles   underneath  a  fresh  manicure  ,  blank  eyes  against  a  wide  smile  ,  flashing   lights  and  face  tune  +  big  purses  and  even  bigger  dresses  to  distract   from  the  details . in a small town where they work as a waitress at dolly’s diner word travels fast . . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted .

BIO

years and years of trying amounted to...well nothing for the yorbas. until one crisp october morning when the positive test came.

rumors spread amongst the town that they were blessed by the gods. looks, cars, talent - they had everything. except for a child of their own. so they filled their houses with cousins and uncles and sisters. they adopted a little boy, trying to fill a hole. their neighbors felt relief, knowing the family wasn't perfect, that they couldn't have everything wanted. but in the end, they got their blessing. a beautiful, healthy child.

yasmine was spoiled from the moment they entered the world. baby shower gifts overflowing so much they needed their own room. more toys than they could ever imagine. so many clothes that they never repeated an outfit.

everyone stared when they walked by, mesmerized by the miracle child in the miracle family. it became a comfort for them. the stares nothing more than a security blanket. cousins all around, a big brother to look after them, yasmine never lacked for anything.

francisco, their big brother, loved yasmine. sure, maybe he was angry with their parents that he became a shadow to yasmine's sun. but he never blamed them. because they were his sun too. fran could never let any harm befall them. a blessing and a curse.

yasmine came home with their first tattoo at fourteen. fran's frantic explanation saved them a grounding. next was the nose piercing. then the boyfriend. the girlfriend. the crop tops and the mini skirts. fran was always there to defend them to their parents. not that it was hard. yasmine was the apple of their eye, the child they worshiped as a sign of their favor with the gods.

a broken heart? a broken nose. teased at school? slashed tires.

it didn't take long before yasmine joined fran in this fun, only ever when their parents had their backed turn. they watched as fran took the wrath that would never befall yasmine. it only brought them closer.

(death tw, car crash tw) this spell wouldn't last forever. one late night. too much to drink. one quick phone call. and he was gone. car overturned, only one person crawled out alive. walking miles and miles until someone pulled over to help. smeared makeup running down their cheeks, down their neck and washing away their heart.

the house was silent after that. shutters closed, one light burning in the upper right window. nobody could make eye contact anymore.

yasmine left, suffocating in the emptiness. in the house. in the family photos. in their chest. they didn't stop driving until they reached red creek. an apartment of their own. the first thing that was only theirs. money they worked for, poorly but it was their first job. one smile was still able to clean up most of their messes.

PERSONALITY

yasmine has had a big heart. welcoming to everyone, they were always surrounded by friends. they follow their heart's whims, often acting without thinking much further than the temporary pleasure. spoiled and entitled, they want what they want, and believe they deserve everything they want.

everything changed since the accident, a dull ache having taken hold of their heart. their movements robotic, though only noticeable to those paying close attention. yasmine's mom installed in them the importance of appearance. friendly, smiling, jewelry laying perfectly against their skin, they always looked like they just stepped out of the cover of a magazine. they talk and listen, providing only vague answers of their life prior to red creek.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

-a roommate: yasmine can't cook nor have they ever lifted a finger to clean. this could be someone who hates them because of their selfish living habits or someone who wants to teach them etc

-coworkers: dolly's diner is yasmine's first job and people can tell. not a shift goes by where they don't make a mistake. love them or hate them you decision

-situationship: someone they've been hooking up with on and off to try to numb the pain. bonus points if someone is catching feelings

[eldritch-spouse]

Who asked for angst huh??? no one??? I'm still serving tho-

Vinnel and his Poppet.

His cute, adorable Poppet. The one that smiles and giggles at his jokes, the one that dresses up like a pretty dolly for him, the one that cries from every single strong emotion- Oh and how emotional she is. As if she was born yesterday, embracing everything world can offer with open soul.

And her world is Vinnel. And she's ready to accept everything from him. Sometimes even a bit too much.

So, at one pretty usual day...

At first, he thinks she's just playing. Or having an attitude. Tsk-tsk-tsk- What she even thinks she's doing, hiding in the room, blanket tossed on the floor? He was generous enough to leave her in the bed for a bit longer, and now she's abusing his kindness, having a nerve to hide in the smallest gap possible – where his claws has a bit of problem to reach.

It's fine. He never had a problem with a little bit of blood in the process.

But atta-

"Your jokes are lame."

"Your style is ugly."

"You look like an oversized stupid balloon."

... Is she trying to make him mad? With this? Honestly, it's so lame it's almost hilarious- he's actually getting pissy over that fact that she's still hiding. Game is not funny, mouse is getting out of her house–

Wow. His Poppet never looked like a bigger mess – she could be a decent competition to some unfortunate souls on the death floor, uhuhu! He's kinda jealous he wasn't here to see– Oh, wait. Is it blood? Not from him... How about to grant him explanation?

... It's probably the only time he's not so happy with her voice trembling and ugly tears running– running down her unusually emotionless, yet desperate face. Her voice is dry as she quietly explains that it's "recurrence", how she woke up with this familiar pain and how she's probably missed the "signals" before.

He's not sure what is the worst part of this cruel joke. He's can't even guess, honestly. Her quiet whispers about how she doesn't want to go back to the hospital and how tired she is are kind of understandable.

Repeated "I know how it goes, I don't mind- I will be a good show material at the last- I know what now I'm not needed as anything else-" and other trembly begging as she starts crying again, grabbing his bigger palm into her's and immediately letting him go with pained, scared, unsure expression, is breaking his remaining pieces of heart.

It has been almost year after all.

And he almost finished his perfect pearl.

[I'm sorry, the language barrier is making it hard for me to understand what you're implying in certain sections. So I got a little confused.]

Vinnel is usually a funny character to make angst with, because chances are that while you're there bawling your little eyes out, this fucker is standing around with a throbbing boner, courtesy of his dacryphilia and sadism.

Even if the jester is conflicted about things, arousal is always there to taint the moment.

[marybeatriceofmodena]

What was that crazy music video type thing you included on that post about ALW being an ass to Patti Lupone? I have never seen that before and I am both intrigued and horrified. I only recently got into Phantom, and all this craziness is just delighting me. 😂

For context, this is the video referred to in this ask:

This was a promo video done in 1985 (I think), to promote Phantom. Those are the original lyrics by Richard Stilgoe, which he wrote before Charles Hart was involved. You'll recognize a few here and there, but a lot of them are... weird, to say the least (weird enough for Cameron "Satan" Mackintosh to tell ALW to either find someone to help out Stilgoe, either outright fire him, or else he wouldn't produce Phantom anymore. And given it was proving to be a VERY costly show to make, even ALW knew losing CamMack was a no-no).

The staging is also different, because Trevor Nunn was the director at this point. And that's another funny (HA) story: ALW and Cameron Mackintosh had initially got Hal Prince to direct. And for those of you who don't know, Hal Prince is basically to musicals what Steven Spielberg is to cinema. He directed some of the most successful musicals of the latter half of the 20th century: Evita, Sweeney Todd, Fiddler on the Roof, West Side Story, Cabaret, Company... and that's the list of musicals I know even the uninitiated will recognize. So one day, on a whim, ALW decided to fire Hal Prince, which went about as well as you might expect: ALW chickened out of the dinner where he and CamMack were supposed to break the news to him, which led to CamMack having to sheepishly break the news to Hal Prince, who stormed out furious (AS HE SHOULD). Again, imagine yourself firing Steven Spielberg from making Saving Private Ryan and replacing him with, I dunno, the Russo brothers because The Avengers made a shit ton of money.

Why? My guess is that Hal Prince had the balls to tell ALW to stick it whenever he'd bring bad ideas on the table, so ALW basically decided to replace Hal Prince with the director for one of his previous musicals, Trevor Nunn (who is a decent director, mind you, making the comparison to the Russo brothers a little harsh).

Which musical was it, mind you? CATS.

IT ALWAYS COMES BACK TO CATS.

And Steve Harley? He was a rock singer who got picked up along the way because they urgently needed someone to play the Phantom in the music video, and full offense but he's a worse singer than Gerald Butler in my opinion, and at least the latter could actually act. ALW realized that they needed someone else, and he basically smuggled the score to a comedic actor called Michael Crawford, who had some prior experience singing in musicals (he's in the film adaptations of A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum and Hello Dolly, if you're interested), but he wasn't exactly the guy you'd think of for the Phantom? Thankfully, he proved everyone who might have doubted him wrong, and amazingly at that, but he was a gamble at the time nonetheless.

And as you may guess, the music video was kind of poorly received, and Trevor Nunn worked on a little musical called Les Misérables, which got piss poor reviews and ALW was at the head of them (CLASS ACT, THAT FELLOW). But the uneducated, unwashed plebs loved it so I guess that's the reason why it's still playing today, and not because it's one of the most beautiful scores ever written for musical theatre, summing up a 1,000 book perfectly and conveying emotions that could make angels cry, nah. /s Anyway, that led to ALW firing Trevor Nunn, and begging Hal Prince to come back, and he agreed - which really goes to show how gracious he is because I would have laughed in ALW's face.

And what happened to Steve Harley, you may ask? He found out with a call from CamMack that he was fired, with no explanation whatsoever, and it was only later that he found out Michael Crawford had replaced him. I mean, was it for the best? Yeah. Do I still feel kind of bad for Steve Harley? Yeah.

So yeah, thank your lucky stars Hal Prince, Charles Hart and Michael Crawford agreed to be in this. I'd also add Maria Bjornson, but I really wonder now how she got involved in the first place because if that came from ALW, that might be the single best decision he ever made in his entire life. But I don't have any trust in him whatsoever to pull that off lmao