#donate memory enhancers please

[valsshadow]

The way i dropped everything i had into noan.

And because he needs someone wih synergy. I built selena.

Im gonna get abystigma but shes going to have literally nothing and be unusable because im gonna be saving respurces for hyperreal-

Is this a terrible financial decision? Yes. Very much so.

Do i regret it? NOT AT ALL.

Noan can take everything from me.

I had like over 1000 memory enhancers and now. Ahahaahhahaha. Its like 200-

My stores backup resources are also all gone-

I have literally nothing left-

[soular-sisters]

Taurus Season: Material Gworl 💅🏼

here’s a fun lil post for taurus season, & all da material gworls. 💗

taurus represents a lot of things from stability, love, sensuality, & loyalty. but one thing a little less talked about but certainly revolves around the beautiful taurus energy is, the material world. here is where you might like to spend a little lavishly based on your taurus house placement. **note: this does not represent everything you spend your money on, just where you like to be a little extra lavish. 😉

💅🏼 Taurus in the 1st House: I love to spend my money on self-care (hair, nails, etc.), beautiful clothing, a makeover, & fitness sessions to enhance your body.

💅🏼 Taurus in the 2nd House: I love to spend my money on fancy dinners, financial advisors, gorgeous jewelry, & luxurious items that will grow in value over time.

💅🏼 Taurus in the 3rd House: I love to spend my money on the latest cellphone, expensive cars, relaxing staycations, & your favorite books or magazines.

💅🏼 Taurus in the 4th House: I love to spend my money on beautiful interior decorations, photo albums filled with nostalgic memories, items that brings comfort (soft blankets, candles, etc.), & your dream home.

💅🏼 Taurus in the 5th House: I love to spend my money on exciting date nights, your favorite creative activity (paint nights, pottery classes, etc.), a day at an amusement park, & your favorite films.

💅🏼 Taurus in the 6th House: I love to spend my money on the latest health kick, organizational items (date planner, desk organizers, etc.) therapy sessions, & a membership to a spa & wellness center.

💅🏼 Taurus in the 7th House: I love to spend my money on beautiful gifts for my partner, a gorgeous wedding venue, items to enhance self-love (beauty enhancements, facials, etc.), & a romantic getaway with your love.

💅🏼 Taurus in the 8th House: I love to spend my money on sexy lingerie, spiritual experiences (tarot readings, psychics, etc.), transformative makeovers, & an intimate weekend with your lover.

💅🏼 Taurus in the 9th House: I love to spend my money on travels around the world, beautiful items from other cultures, classes to learn a new language, & items that expand your mind (philosophy books, metaphysical movies, etc.).

💅🏼 Taurus in the 10th House: I love to spend my money on career seminars to develop your profession, a deep tissue massage, merch from your favorite celebrity, & statement items to enhance your public image (gorgeous accessories, designer bags, etc.).

💅🏼 Taurus in the 11th House: I love to spend my money on lavish gifts for your friends, donations to a cause that matters to you, fun weekend trips with your friend group, & tickets to social events (music festivals, conventions, etc.).

💅🏼 Taurus in the 12th House: I love to spend my money on self-healing sessions (reiki, chakra cleansing, etc.), a beautiful journal to write your deepest thoughts, spiritual books, & a private beach getaway.

thank you so much for all the love & support as usual! we love you all so much. please check out my creative instagram & show your support 🥰 xoxo -A.A.

IG: @dredivinecreates 💗

[sappy-witch]

November Magick 🍁

Hello darlings 🥰

As we transition from autumn to winter, it's a great time to reflect on our blessings and set intentions for the coming months. Here are some tools and correspondences that can help you tap into the magic of November:

🌿HERBS & SPICES: 

Sage: purification and protection. 

Cinnamon: warmth, abundance, and prosperity. 

Rosemary: memory enhancement and purification. 

Bay leaves: manifestation and protection. 

Thyme: courage and strength. 

Nutmeg: luck and divination.

🕯️CANDLES: 

Orange: creativity and joy. 

Gold: abundance and success. 

Red: passion and courage. 

Brown: grounding and stability.

💎CRYSTALS: 

Citrine: abundance, creativity, and manifestation. 

Carnelian: vitality, courage, and motivation. 

Amethyst: intuition, spiritual connection, and relaxation.

Clear Quartz: clarity, amplification, and healing. 

Black Tourmaline: protection and grounding.

🔥INCENSE: 

Myrrh: purification and spirituality. 

Cedar: protection and grounding. 

Frankincense: spirituality and meditation.

🔮OTHER TOOLS: 

Tarot cards: divination, self-discovery, and guidance. 

Pendulum: divination, decision-making, and energy balancing. 

Gratitude journal: reflect on what you're grateful for and manifest more of it.

Remember, the magic is within you, and these tools are here to support and enhance your practice. Use them with intention, gratitude, and respect.

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✨🔮 Request a Tarot Reading Here 🔮✨

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With love, from a Sappy Witch 🔮💕

Blessed be. 🕊✨

[thejayaudrey]

For the fifth year in a row, we’re proud to present the Early Birds Storytime series! Every Saturday, all summer long, bring your kiddos up to age twelve or so over to the Rose Pavilion for age-appropriate stories read by professionals.

This year, we’re partnering with Boulder Creek Library Systems to bring a new team of wonderful educators to our community’s children. Their curriculum has a strong focus on diversity, community, and building lifelong learners.

And, to celebrate our five-year anniversary, every story session will be followed by a hands-on activity such as craft tables, interactive games, and special meet-and-greets where we bring storybook characters to life with actors!

While registration is not required and day-of visitors are more than welcome, our event planners appreciate it! Registering helps us ensure we have enough materials and goodies for everyone.��

You can sign up on our website or simply drop by any Saturday.

We can’t wait to make memories with you and your little ones!

[registration link]

You know it, you love it, and you’ve missed it! We’re so excited to bring back our TENTH (can you believe it?) Flea Market Month this July. Every Sunday from 8 AM to 2 PM, come up to the North Lot to browse and buy from local artisans.

This year promises to be bigger and better than ever. In addition to your favorite jewelry makers, artists, and fashionistas from years past, we’ve expanded our community of vendors to include talented potters and woodworkers. Discover unique, handcrafted treasures for your home or gifts and support the incredible talents who live around us.

We haven’t forgotten about the little ones either! Bring the whole family and let the kids have fun at the dedicated play area, complete with a rotating offering of children’s activities.

Mark your calendars to celebrate a decade of community spirit, creativity, and local craftsmanship at our Flea Market Month!

If you’re interested in joining us as a vendor, we take rolling applications through the end of June here [embedded link].

We’ve heard your call for more direct education programs this summer. To answer that call, say hello to Student Sketch Sessions at the Rose Pavilion.

These two-hour sessions will be taught by recent graduates from the Rocky Mountain College of Art and Design. These talented instructors will guide you through techniques, offer personalized feedback, and help you develop your unique artistic style, all while you help them become the best art teachers possible.

Each session will cover topics relevant to their skill level from basic shading to masterful still-life drawing. Whether you’ve always wanted to learn, want to brush up your skills, or have already mastered the art of sketching, you’re invited to join us at a time tailored to you!

Thanks to a generous donation, we’re also able to provide basic materials including graphite pencils, charcoal sticks, and art paper to all participants, who will each have their own easel as well. Due to these considerations, please register for this event here [embedded link]. We will have some extra materials each session for those who are unable to register in advance.

Don’t miss this unique opportunity to enhance your artistic fundamentals in our supportive, inspiring environment. We can’t wait to see you!

While most of our programming is dedicated to our community of families and their kiddos, this year we’re bringing a new set of events for the 21+ crowd. Art in the Park After Dark will be an enchanting night under the stars, featuring a gallery of contemporary sculptures and paintings illuminated by soft ambient lighting

This swanky night of fun includes a cocktail hour with free* sips of bespoke cocktails, live music, and the opportunity to speak directly to artists. Stroll through the gallery hand-in-hand with a date or go solo to deepen your artistic knowledge. Enjoy live musical performances by local group Harmonic Strut and solo performances from upcoming musicians, setting the perfect mood for an unforgettable evening.

Register here [embedded link] to secure your spot at this exclusive event. We look forward to welcoming you to this sophisticated night out.

*Two complimentary drink vouchers will be presented to guests showing valid ID at the security check-in. Additional drinks will be available for purchase at the event, with a maximum of four drinks per guest.

[ksccrystals]

Ajoite-Shattuckite Fusion

A Synergistic Gem

Weighs 7.3 Grams

Measures 40mm x 20mm x 10mm

This is the actual crystal that appears on page 163 of the New Crystals and healing stones by Judy Hall.

Please follow this link to see it on Ebay :- https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/235542251357

The auction will finish at 5pm Saturday 4th May

Within the unique composition of Ajoite-Shattuckite, a rare and potent stone emerges, seamlessly blending the qualities of both minerals. This fusion creates a harmonious synergy that transcends individual properties, offering a profound tool for personal and spiritual development.

Ajoite, with its ethereal presence and heart-throat chakra connection, infuses the stone with the power of heartfelt communication and emotional tranquility. Phantoms within crystals reveal its South African origin, showcasing hues ranging from intense turquoise to soft, creamy tones. Ajoite's healing touch soothes emotional wounds, fostering joy and acceptance amidst life's complexities.

Complementing Ajoite, Shattuckite adds its activating influence on the throat and third eye chakras. This enhances psychic abilities and facilitates clear expression of spiritual insights. Moreover, Shattuckite's protective aura shields against unwanted influences during channeling and serves as a potent ally in automatic writing, amplifying intuition.

Together, the Ajoite-Shattuckite fusion offers a holistic approach to well-being and spiritual growth. Beyond their individual virtues, this combination stone embodies a synthesis of emotional healing, clear communication, and psychic empowerment. Furthermore, it acts as a reliable guardian against electromagnetic radiation, ensuring energetic harmony in its surroundings.

In essence, the Ajoite-Shattuckite fusion embodies a harmonious blend of energies, inviting individuals to explore the depths of their emotions, express their truths with clarity, and journey towards spiritual enlightenment with confidence and protection.

This crystal is part of the Judy Hall's crystal collection that is being sold on behalf of Judy’s daughter Jeni. It will comes with a card that guarantees it was part of Judy's personal collection.

A percentage of the sale price will be donated to the Samaritans Charity No: 219432 in memory of Judy Hall. Samaritans provides a safe place for people to talk, round the clock, every single day of the year.

JH / EB 2

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Memory lane; A situation no one could predict [Loki Laufeyson x Reader]

Title: Memory lane; A situation no one could predict Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Avenger!Female!Reader Word count: 2k Published: 11 July 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: In this fic Loki didn't die in Infinity War Warnings: Insomnia, cheeky comebacks, fever Summary: Insomnia is getting in the way of your good night sleep and it seems Loki knows just the way to calm your storming mind as you remember the first time you let your guard down around him and found yourself in a situation noone could have predicted.

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You were cuddled up to Loki's side in your bed, trying hard to keep your eyes shut, but sleep seemed harder to get hold of. Insomnia was no stranger to you, especially when Loki was away for a longer time, leaving you behind, filled with worry. But now that he laid beside you, his breathing even and rhythmic, you couldn't pinpoint what made your night sleepless.

Removing Loki's arm from your shoulder, you tried to get out of bed as silently as you could manage, knowing his senses were heightened compared to yours. You lifted your bathrobe from the sofa chair beside your bed and picked up a glass of water from your nightstand, chugging down its content. Looking back over your shoulder, you watched Loki's relaxed form with adoration. As he laid on the bed he didn't seem like a God or someone with unearthly powers, he looked like a vulnerable man who finally had time to rest and enjoyed every moment of it. His limbs were all over the bed, thrown in four different directions, his hair was a mess as it laid on the silky pillow. He scrunched his nose and scratched it before his body relaxed into the same position once again.

The dim lights of the city fell on his face as they found their way through the blinds, enhancing his sharp jawline and long lashes spread across his cheeks. He was just perfect for you and whilst you knew if he realised you were staring at him, he would never let it go, you couldn't take your eyes off him, his beauty mesmerised you even after all this time. Seeing him in such a calm state made you feel content, as though a part of you was responsible for his peacefulness and you just wanted to bathe in that serene moment.

"Stop staring at me," his hoarse voice made you jump, expecting him to be in a deep slumber.

"When did you wake up?" You asked with a hand on your chest, trying to reorganise your breathing.

"Now? It's rather difficult to sleep when you are staring at me," he replied as he stretched his back, his eyes fluttering open. "If you find me so irresistible, why did you get out of bed?" He asked with a mischievous smile hidden in the corner of his lips.

"I just couldn't sleep," you explained. "And don't get cocky with me, I only looked at you for a mere second," you corrected him, feeling your cheeks flush.

"I think you meant to say minutes," he looked at you expectantly, his tone humours.

"If you only woke up now, then how would you know?" You retorted, wishing to just win one of your many battles, but Loki was always a step ahead of you.

"Well, 'now' is quite relative. Now could be a minute, but it could also be 10," he shrugged as he sat up, the duvet falling off his naked chest, giving your eyes just the perfect opportunity to wander across his toned muscles shamelessly. "At least you could do it less obviously," he let out a throaty chuckle.

"It's mine, I can stare at it if I want," you replied in a cocky tone as you crawled back on the bed and straddled him.

"Well, I certainly have no intention of arguing with that logic," he replied with a smug grin as he laid back on the mattress and pulled you down to kiss him. His arms swallowed you in a safe embrace, his lips hungry for your kisses, his body needy for your touches, his whole being greedy to have you all to himself.

"I love it when you hold me," you breathed against his lips, earning a wholehearted laughter from him.

"And I love to hold you," he hinted a small kiss on your forehead. "Though, correct me if I'm wrong, I remember a certain situation where you weren't so happy finding me beside you in bed," he chuckled at the memory.

"It's not that I wasn't happy, it was simply unexpected. I was too out of it to think, before I even realised what happened," you tried to explain.

"Nothing happened," he frowned at your words.

"Well, waking up beside you wasn't nothing," you chuckled.

"It wasn't my plan either," he grinned playfully as he headed down memory lane with you.

There were missions after missions, your body and mind had been on the verge of giving up. You were exhausted, but your mind couldn't rest, sleep always avoided you, making you even more tired. It was a vicious circle you wished to overcome, but you felt you were just stuck.

For days you hadn't even left your room, you barely ate, but regardless of the time you spent in your bed, couped up in your room, you still couldn't shift into a relaxing slumber. Loki wasn't one to worry about such trivial things such as a Midgardian's health. He had nothing to do with it. But rather he was just trying to convince himself. A part of him wanted to know if you were okay if you were still alive. Noone has seen you for days and as much as he tried to deny it, he was worried.

Heading towards your room, he picked up a glass of water and a tray, placing a slice of bread, a silver knife, and a cube of butter on it. He wanted you to eat finally. A Midgardian's body, a mortal's health was even more fragile, and he couldn't let you fall any sicker. He knocked on your door with the tray in his other hand, but no reply came. He knocked again, hoping there would be an answer this time, but there was only silence. He prepared himself to get a good old scolding from you, but he needed to know if you were okay. Heaving a heavy sigh, he opened the door and peeked through the tiny gap.

You were laying on top of your duvet, your eyes covered by your arm, heavy breaths leaving your lungs. Loki walked in, placing the tray on top of your nightstand. A loud groan left your lungs, but you didn't have any energy left to move or to open your eyes. A shiver of worry ran though Loki's spine as he moved your arm and placed his palm on your forehead, earning a relieved sigh from you at his cold touch. Your body was burning up, your forehead sweaty under his hand. He was no healer, nor did he know much about Midgardian medicine and illnesses, but he couldn't ask for help, everyone else was already asleep. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know why he was even there. His head was a mess of thoughts, but he knew he wanted to help you.

"Is there a way I can help you?" He asked, his tone filled with concern. But you were too weak to reply, instead you put your hand on top of his on your forehead, enjoying the coolness of his skin, even though your body heat slowly started warming it up. He took his hand from yours and placed the other on top of your forehead, earning another relieved sigh from you. "I'm assuming you need something cold," he spoke to himself, searching for something that could lower your temperature. He pulled his hand away and went to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and placing it in the sink, running the cold water on it, letting it soak the cool liquid in. Before he headed back to your room, he squeezed the towel to remove the excess water and then placed it on your forehead. It seemed to do the trick, but within a minute or so, the towel was already warm again.

Loki felt helpless not knowing how to ease your pain as the high temperature burned your body from the inside. Your face turned into a pained grimace, every part of your body aching at the raging fire within you. This time Loki placed both his hands on your cheeks, hoping it would be more efficient, earning another sigh of relief from you. He knew it was only a temporary solution, but he couldn't think of anything better.

"I— need you—," you stumbled through your words, your breath as hot as fire.

"I'm trying to help, but I'm not sure what to do," Loki replied, his mind racing for a viable solution. But the gesture he got from you caught him off guard. You patted the soft mattress next to you, gesturing to him to join you on the bed. His eyes widened at the realisation; he couldn't just lay down beside you in your most vulnerable state. He has done some questionable things, but this wasn't one of them. He couldn't ever see himself using someone's vulnerability in such a manner.

"I— I— want you to hold me," you struggled with your voice, eyes still closed, finding it hard to even breathe. "Your skin— it's cold," you added, hoping he would understand. But he still felt the situation was concerning. He didn't want you to wake up and attempt murdering him for finding him beside you.

"I don't think it's a good idea," he replied as he placed his hands on your neck this time, though he could feel his skin wasn't as cold anymore, your temperature warmed his palms up.

"Please," you begged him, backing Loki into a situation where he couldn't find the right solution. He could have left, but he couldn't handle the thought of you suffering. He could have placed another and another towel on you, but it felt somewhat useless, since they warmed up quicker than his own hands. He could have kept doing what he had so far, placing his hand on your forehead, cheeks, neck, but that was only a temporary solution. A concerned sigh left his lungs as he debated his options. "Please," you pleaded with him, this time finding his worried gaze, begging him to help you. Loki gritted his teeth, feeling hopelessly useless as he started taking off his jacket and shirt, but kept his trousers on. He already felt it was too much, but he knew with clothes on, it would be just as useless. He climbed into your bed and pulled you on top of his chest, earning a shaky sigh of relief as his cool skin touched your burning body, relaxing you in his arms. You wrapped your arm around his exposed chest and placed a leg over his thigh, enjoying the cool sensation.

"Now try to sleep and please don't murder me in the morning," he added humorously, though he was worried about your reaction.

"Honestly, that was one of the best sleeps I've ever had," you replied as Loki finished reminiscing.

"Not your best morning though," he chuckled playfully.

"You can't blame me. I had a fever, I couldn't even remember the last two days, so finding you in my bed was the last situation I expected to wake up in," you explained. "I was surprised that you hadn't done anything inappropriate to me though," you spoke in a whisper, hoping he wouldn't hear you, but his hearing was better than a simple mortal's.

"Wasn't it inappropriate enough for me to agree to such a reckless request?" He sighed, massaging his temple.

"Maybe, but I was certainly touched by the fact that you didn't try anything funny," you smiled softly.

"Love, your standards are very low," he scoffed, his eyes growing wider, astonished by your reply.

"That's why I'm stuck with you," you snickered, earning an annoyed groan from him.

"You little—," you didn't let him end his sentence, you closed the gap between you and kissed him, pouring all your love into the connection, making him forget any words he wanted to say. Though letting him sleep beside you was a situation you could have never predicted, it was certainly one that brought you closer together, so in a way, you were glad to fall sick and manage to be brave enough to mutter those words.

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[mishkakagehishka]

May i ask you about your Slavic Eyeless Jack headcanons

Of course! That's why I put it in my bio, after all. I talked about this in detail on my old blog, but didn't transfer those posts, so I'll talk in general terms, as an intro, here. Feel free to ask for more details on certain aspects, if it interests you.

And while we're on the topic of Slavic stuff, please spread these posts that give information on the current situation in Ukraine and ways to help, and consider donating to some of the organisations mentioned. If nothing else, at least talk about this, spread awareness, uplift Ukrainian voices.

And on EJ, under the cut: the reason why I slavified him (hint: it was spite), changes to the most widely-used backstory of his among the creepypasta/slendermansion fandom, changes to his name, major differences between the EJ we are familiar with and my version of him in terms of appearance, behaviour and "hunting methods". Also a little about Slavic mythology, but from a south Slavic perspective, so some names and terms may differ, and also most of it is from memory.

A while ago, I was reliving my creepypasta phase from. Way back in the day, which means I also ended up rereading a couple of the "big ones" or, at least, the ones that were big in the, what I lovingly call, slendermansion fandom. Jeff the Killer, Laughing Jack, BEN Drowned, Ticci Toby (+ rewatched Marble Hornets, a few times), and, ultimately, Eyeless Jack. The original story is still chilling to me, and I left it unchanged since it doesn't touch upon much about him specifically (and the kidney-eating is, after all, so iconic). But, then I read the most widely-used backstory of his, and, well. I'm Slavic myself. The fact that names like "Jack" and "Jenny", living in the USA, end up coming across a malicious, almost satanic-like, cult to... Chernobog? Again, I touched upon this on my old blog, whether Chernobog was an actual deity revered in Slavic cultures remains a mystery, but if he was, he wasn't an "evil" god, not by my judgement and from what I read anyway. Chernobog, if he was truly a deity in the mythos, was the opposite of Belobog, who was thought to be Perun (the head deity, I forget the exact term, but think like Zeus, Odin, Jupiter), and Slavic culture hadn't really "evil" gods (which is why Chernobog being the "devil" is thought to have been fabricated by the Church). So, to get back to EJ, the backstory that uses the name of a Slavic (maybe not even real) deity for cheap horror, for an American girl to be part of its cult, to see Slavic names and words (Chernobog meaning Black-God) pushed as villainous, as evil, as scary in their foreignness, it didn't sit right with me. Western media pushes the evil Slav stereotype too much as is, I didn't want to deal with "poor little American boy sacrificed to 'Slavic demon' and forced to become a cannibal :(" in one of my fave and oldest fandoms. So, I changed it. Not by erasing the Slavic, but by enhancing it.

In that backstory, I'm sure we're familiar with it, Jack is a med student, a bit of a loner, who meets this girl, Jenny. He takes a liking to Jenny and it seems like she likes him back, they start hanging out. She then brings him to a "get-together" in the forest, shit goes down, Jack gets sacrificed to Chernobog and comes out of it a demonic entity with tar dripping from his eyes and a hunger for humans. Pretty typical creepypasta stuff. My version? I'll write it in prose, maybe, one day, but the gist of it is here. Instead of Chernobog, it's Morana, the goddess of winter, death and rebirth of nature. It'd fit well, if I do say so myself, that she kill Jack and have him be reborn as her own minion. Jenny is still here, but she's not in a cult (furthermore, there is no cult), she is a catalyst, however. I haven't shaken out the details myself, but I'd assume she'd do something of disrespect in Morana's forest (a pretty common trope in the fairy tales I grew up with, being punished for disrespecting nature, especially huge forests), and convince Jack, who is blinded by love, to do the same. Morana's rage is enacted, and they're both cursed, with Jack becoming Morana's own bijes (an evil spirit known for possessing people - bijes in many modern Slavic languages now means "rage", "fury").

I also changed his name, but it's not a big change, just a way for me to tag stuff about Slavic EJ specifically: Bezočny Džek, lit. just Eyeless Jack but in Interslavic's latin alphabet. For that reason, I also want Jack/Džek to have some Slavic ancestry. In my mind, he'd speak either old church slavonic or proto-slavic (as a bijes, as his "first" language), and he'd have a thick accent when speaking English (let's just not make jokes ab it !)

Džek and Jack are both still knowledgeable in terms of medicine and anatomy, both are cannibalistic and both act as the resident "doctor" of the slendermansion, I've kept all that because they're big parts of his character and they don't have to be changed. His appearance is still grey, ashen skin, black tar where the eyes should be, sharp inhuman teeth, and so on. The difference in appearance is more in style of dress. Instead of the blue mask, he wears a wooden-carved mask with goat horns, painted and fur details, similar to the masks you'd see in Slavic carnival festivities, but "lighter". His dress, as well, I changed from the iconic hoodie (sorry </3) into clothes you'd probably associate with being "Slavic peasant-like"; a white tunic with an embroidered placket (though there are no buttons, I don't know how else to call that part - it extends from the front of the neckline down to about the stomach or the bottom of the ribcage), the embroidery is "framed" in a rectangle. I haven't found any embroidery patterns that would be associated with Morana (which makes sense), but it's fiction, we can imagine she taught him her own patterns. I'd just assume he'd carry her symbols on him, as her spirit. The tunic is fastened with an embroidered sash, and the edges of the sleeves are decorated, too. Asides from that, brown trousers, and black knee-high boots.

Džek is a lot more involved with Morana than Jack was with Chernbog, as he still became a bijes because of her. He convenes with her often, and she will often be the one giving him "targets", most often those who disrespect her area and anything or any being that lives in it. Although, when he doesn't work on her orders, he still works in her name, for the pleasure of it. When he's not staking out in the trees of Morana's forest and looking for any visitor's most minor mistake that would give him an excuse to kill them, he does hang around the slendermansion and helps out with the medical business. He kept his textbooks from college and actually reads them for fun - it reminds him of his old life. In the margins, you'll find notes scribbled in glagolitic on which incision methods are better for struggling, awake "patients" and which for the sleeping, but not anaesthetised, ones. He still uses a scalpel in his hunting, but I've given him a weakness, just for the aesthetic of it all - bells. It's carnival season, so this is also well-timed, but so-called bellmen tend to go through villages ringing bells to chase away the evil spirits, as well as Morana and her winter, welcoming spring. So, bells are capable of chasing Džek away, too, he hates the sound of them and they give him splitting headaches. Due to Morana's association with the winter, Džek is also more "active" during those months, and in summers he becomes fairly lethargic. He doesn't even leave the mansion on the summer solstice, as that's when the evil spirits are at their weakest, but he becomes quite the energetic menace on the winter solstice.

[ark-vy]

🐵😇/😈🐱 The 🙏⛩️1/0⛪::EMG!⛩️🤲 welcomes you 🤦‍♂️🤖/👽👻

(All a charade, until it isn't)... 🙄🤦‍♂️🧙‍♂️

A house for prayer/meditation && testing/validation of the Divine Duality of Madness & Hyperrationality. The design is very human.

(mostly fun joyful madness at this time, so please enjoy yourself)

Confessionary: DM 🤫

Kindly,

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...May She rest in pieces. 🦁🦁🦁🐯🦁🦁🦁

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Prompt: Infected Wound

Fandom: Marvel, MCU

Characters: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: Tony/Bucky

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The workshop lights felt too bright against his eyes, and the air was hard to breathe, even though the room had a top-of-the-line ventilation system. Honestly, he felt a little dizzy.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with clammy hands, then stumbled to the futon in the corner. His knees dropped him onto it without warning once he was close enough. He collapsed with a huff, resting his head on the cushion.

A cold trickle of fear dripped into his veins, though he tried to ignore it. He knew feeling like this was a bad sign. He wasn’t stupid, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know the cause.

With a shaky hand, he lifted his shirt to peer at the wound on his side. It was a few inches long, angry and swollen, something that looked suspiciously like pus was crusted over it. At least there weren’t streaks of red leading from the wound yet, though he knew that may come.

Their last mission, which was days ago now, hadn’t gone to plan, and Tony had been forced from his suit long enough to sustain an injury to his side, a fact he kept to himself. Even though people thought he liked the spotlight, Tony preferred to slink off and deal in private.

In his defense, though, when he decided to keep this to himself, the wound hadn’t been angry and infected. And it wasn’t like he didn’t treat it. Instead, he’d cleaned it and even put a bandage over it, ignoring JARVIS prompting for him to seek medical attention, something he wasn’t going to do.

Besides, after the mission was over, when Bucky had come to check on him, giving him a kiss, Tony had lied by omission, dancing around the question. So it wasn’t like he could admit the truth now.

“Sir, your temperature is reaching dangerous levels. I must insist that you seek medical attention. I can notify Sergeant Barnes for you.”

Grimacing, Tony glared at the nearest camera. “We’ve been over this, J. I told you earlier. It’s not going to happen, not while I’m conscious enough to argue against it. It’s almost like you want to be donated to a community college.”

JARVIS remained silent, and Tony just closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cushion.

XXX

Bucky was talking with Steve in the common room when JARVIS chimed to get his attention, making him glance up. He couldn’t help the habit, even though Tony had told him a thousand times that the AI didn’t live in the ceiling.

“Sergeant Barnes, your presence is required in the workshop. I’ve already alerted medical staff.”

Bucky stood, face pinched. “What’s going on? Is Tony alright? Was there an accident?”

Steve touched his arm. “We should hurry.”

“JARVIS?”

“Sir sustained an injury on the last mission. I believe it has become infected, possibly entering his bloodstream. I suggest you hurry.”

Bucky wanted to snap back at the AI, demanding why he hadn’t said something sooner. Then he realized that Tony had kept the injury a secret as well, and he’d probably barred JARVIS from divulging the truth.

Tony better be fine because Bucky wanted to kill him. He hadn’t even questioned it when Tony had said he needed to work in the shop for a few days. Frustration and anger flared, mixing with the worry, as he realized how easily he’d been played.

They would be talking about this later. 

Heart hammering in his chest, Bucky hurried to the elevator with Steve, knowing JARVIS would get them there faster than they could run the stairs.

Bucky had to bite his tongue to keep from shouting questions that JARVIS couldn’t answer. And when the elevator doors opened, he bolted out with Steve behind him, heading straight for the glass double doors.

They opened with a whoosh when he got there.

The sight of Tony laid out on the floor with medical personnel around him hit like a sucker punch. He instinctively moved to approach, but Steve grabbed his elbow, pulling him back.

“They need room to work,” Steve said.

Bucky shook off his hand, glaring at Steve. “I need to see him.”

Steve sagged, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know better than getting between you and something you want.”

Bucky stepped closer to Tony. The staff was getting ready to move him onto the stretcher. There was an IV in his arm already and monitors attached to his chest, and Bucky enhanced hearing could just pick up the hum of the arc reactor if he focused. The sound reassured him a little.

They lifted him to the stretcher, arranging their equipment to move him.

Bucky’s feet finally brought him the last few steps to Tony’s side, and immediately his eyes fell on Tony’s face, seeing the fine sheen of sweat on his skin and dark smudges under his eyes. His gaze trailed down his body, and he saw the angry-looking wound, and he cursed himself for not seeing it sooner.

Looking back, he could see it. Tony had favored his right side. There had been a hitch to his step that Bucky had assumed was stiff muscles.

It terrified him how wrong he’d been.

One of the medics reached out to touch Bucky but thought better of it, leaving their hand hovering over his arm. “It’s serious, but he’s got access to the best care, and we all know he’s a fighter.”

“I need to stay with him.”

The medic nodded as they began moving him from the room. “Stay close, but you’ll need to listen. If we say move, you move.”

He nodded once, then followed them toward the med bay.

XXX

Tony’s eyelids felt glued closed as he tried to open them, but slowly he managed. The grit in them begged to be wiped away, but he couldn’t lift his arms, and he wasn’t sure why. It almost felt like he’d been tied down, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t been kidnapped again.

Turning his head, he tried to focus his eyes, still wishing he could rub his fingers against them. The room smelled like a hospital, and when his gaze fell on the sleeping man in the chair beside him, it hit him that he was in the med bay, which meant that something had gone wrong. 

His tongue was so dry he worried it might crack, but he still scraped it over his teeth, trying to ease the discomfort.

Looking down now, he saw his hands were, in fact, tied to the bed, an IV in one arm, and his chest had red scratched around the arc reactor. He didn’t need to be a genius to know what had probably happened. If he’d had a fever dream, flashed back to the cave, they’d probably had to restrain him from hurting himself. But, of course, that didn’t mean he was pleased about it now.

A white bandage on his side caught his eye, and the memories of the mission and the subsequent hiding of the injury came back. He’d really fucked up this time, more than usual. And Bucky loved lecturing him, mother-henning him, and reminding him to take better care of himself. But, unfortunately, the injury combined with the lie by omission meant that Bucky would be giving him the mother of all lectures later, and Tony was not excited.

His nose started to itch, and he scrunched it, trying to relieve the feeling, but it didn’t work. So that, combined with the grit in his eyes, Tony was getting fidgety, and the restraints were not okay.

“Bu—” His first attempt at calling to Bucky made him break into a bout of dry coughs.

That was enough to wake the man, though, and suddenly he was there beside him, touching his arm. “Hey, hey, easy, it’s alright, sweetheart.” Then he turned and poured some water into a cup, bringing the straw to Tony’s lips. “Little sips. Your throat’s probably pretty sore. You had a tube to help you breathe for a few days.”

Tony’s brows came together, and he let the straw fall from his lips. “What?” he croaked.

Bucky set the cup down, then brushed Tony’s hair back and said, his voice shaky, “Septic shock. It was—they weren’t sure you’d pull through.”

“Sorry.” And he was. He never thought … he hadn’t imagined this could happen. He felt stupid, but more than that, he felt awful for worrying Bucky—and the team, Pepper, Rhodey, Happy. Jesus, he’d been a selfish fuck this time. Sorry didn’t cover it.

Bucky just sucked in a breath, then started undoing the restraints. “You tried clawing at the reactor and the tube. Thought it was best to keep them on until you were lucid. This isn’t the first time you’ve woken up.”

Tony cleared his throat a little more. “You stayed?” he asked as he moved to scratch his nose and rub his eyes.

Bucky looked at him, expression losing some of the sharper edges. “Of course. Always, Tony, but next time? You need to tell someone—even Barton would be better than nothing since you won’t come to me.”

He reached out to catch Bucky’s hand. “Thank you, and I’m sorry. I don’t always—it wasn’t that I didn’t want to come to you. I just—I wasn’t raised to need help. I don’t always know how to ask.”

“Okay.” Bucky squeezed his hand.

“Okay?”

Bucky hummed. “Don’t think we won’t be talking about this more later, but for now, okay.” Then he reached for the call button. “The doctor needs to know you’re awake.”

“So, on a scale of making me breakfast to watching me shit, how much mother-henning am I in for?”

Bucky laughed. “Enough to make you think twice next time.”

[petersasteria]

The Forces of Nature || Ch.10

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

SERIES MASTERLIST  ||  PP MASTERLIST

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"Step five. Let her know you're Spider-Man. I don't know how, but she'll have to know." Peter muttered to himself as he silently read step five that was on the recruiting method which was pinned on the bulletin board in his room above his desk. For the next three days since Friday night, a.k.a the night he did step four, he had been reading and re-reading step five over and over.

After all, telling Y/N that he was Spider-Man was different and he had never done it before. Ned, aunt May, and MJ found out and figured it out on their own. "At this point, Y/N may have already figured out." Peter told himself, but he immediately shook his head.

However, it was impossible for Y/N to figure out because she and him weren't really close before. Therefore, Y/N has never really paid attention to Peter. Y/N may have picked up a few of MJ's traits here and there, but she never got MJ's way of observing. Again, Peter asked Scott for help when he took a break from patrolling on a Monday afternoon.

"Hey, what's up, Petey?" Scott smiled as he answered the phone. He munched on some chips while watching television. Peter scrunched up his face because it sounded like some weird ASMR mukbang video on YouTube.

"Yeah, hi. I need your help again." Peter said as he lifted his mask until his mouth so that he could speak properly and so that he could be understood.

Scott put his phone away from his ear and looked at Luis and grinned, "Hey dude, guess what."

"What?" Luis smiled.

"I'm talking to Spider-Man on the phone!" Scott bragged. "We're, like, besties now. He asks me for help. Like, I'm so honored! So, so honored."

If Peter didn't have any steps to be followed or if he weren't recruiting anyone, he would've laughed at Scott. But now, he didn't. He was desperate for help. He didn't know what to do.

"Um, Mr. Lang? You still there?" Peter asked.

Scott quickly pressed the phone on his ear again and said, "Yeah! And don't call me Mr. Lang. I sound old or whatever. Call me Scotty!"

"That sounds kind of weird." Peter admitted. "I'll, uh, I'll call you Scott instead."

"Sure thing, spider-bro!" Scott said excitedly as he looked at Luis, who gave him two thumbs ups. "Anyway, what did you need help with?"

"I don't know how to tell Y/N that I'm Spider-Man." Peter said in a hushed voice, afraid that someone might hear him despite sitting on the rooftop.

Scott nodded and hummed, "Well, I don't know what to say. I guess, just ease your way through it before actually telling her."

"How?" Peter questioned.

"I don't know." Scott shrugged. "Drop hints for a few days or something and when the time is right, just say it. Tell her."

"Scott, that's genius!" Peter grinned. "Thank you!"

"No problem, Spidey!" Scott chuckled. "I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Okay. Bye! Tha-"

Scott hung up and put his phone on the coffee table. Luis was shocked, "I can't believe you hung up on Spider-Man."

"I mean, I have to act chill, you know? I don't want to let him know that I'm freaking out!" Scott shrieked. "Like, he called ME!"

"Yeah, that's awesome!" Luis laughed and gave Scott a high five. Meanwhile, Peter was already planning on what hints to drop before telling Y/N about his secret.

-

Tuesday

Today's the first day that Peter would showcase his spider powers to Y/N. He didn't know which skill to show first. Although, that question was already answered when Y/N walked in school pushing a very very big box full of different items.

Peter jogged up to her and he said, "Good morning, Y/N!"

She gave him a sweet smile as she wiped her sweat with the back of her hand. She mumbled a small 'good morning' before pushing the big heavy box again.

"Allow me." Peter stopped her as he picked up the big heavy box with ease. Y/N looked at him in shock.

"Peter, oh my god." Y/N said. "Where the hell were you when I needed you? We literally live near each other."

"Sorry about that." Peter said as the two of them walked to her locker. "I woke up late and I went straight here. I was surprised that I got here first and when you entered the school with a big heavy box, I figured out why."

Y/N chuckled and opened her locker. Peter looked down at the loosely closed box and was able to take a peek at the things inside it. Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and looked at Y/N, "Um, what's all this, anyway? Are you running away or something?" He joked.

"No!" Y/N laughed and shook her head. "Those are all the old things from my community theater. I figured I could take it and bring it here and donate it to the theater club. Plus, the glee club need props too."

Peter nodded and pursed his lips, "Right, right. I forgot that you joined all of the clubs."

"Not all. I didn't join the cheer squad." Y/N smiled politely before closing her locker.

"Why didn't you?" Peter asked. In his opinion, not that anyone was asking, she would be a perfect fit in the cheer squad.

"I didn't want to risk my power for memory." Y/N whispered. "I can't touch the ground directly, remember? What if I'm on the bottom of the pyramid and the rocks start forming some memory on the field or something? I can't risk that. No one else knows about my powers except for you and Eunice."

'And the Avengers.' Peter thought. He nodded and said, "Yeah, that's understandable. Anyway, do we head off to the auditorium first before going to class? Or do we take this big ol' box with us to history?"

"Auditorium, please." Y/N smiled.

"Lead the way, Barbra Streisand." Peter chuckled as they walked together.

"You know Barbra Streisand?" She asked with a laugh.

"Of course, I do! I mean, not personally, but I do know her. I've seen her movie with Seth Rogen and her carpool karaoke with James Corden."

"That rhymed! Are you a rapper now?" Y/N laughed.

"Who knows?" Peter shrugged. "Maybe I'm the next Eminem." He joked.

The pair arrived at the auditorium and she made sure they placed the box on stage in the middle for the theater club moderator to see. Y/N pulled out a paper from her backpack and wrote down: My community theater decided to get rid of our old props. I figured I should donate them here instead of throwing it away. Sincerely, Y/N Y/L/N.

Y/N looked through her bag and pouted when she realized that she didn't have any tape or anything that could stick. Peter saw this and remembered that he put some leftover web fluid in a container in his backpack.

"I, uh, I have something sticky." Peter blurted out as he quickly looked inside his backpack for the container.

"Pete, you're my friend and all, but that sounded wrong." Y/N giggled. Peter's face flushed red, but didn't pay attention to it as he handed her the container. It was in an old Elmer's glue container.

Y/N thanked him before squeezing out the 'glue' at the back of the paper. Her face lit up when she didn't see the typical white color of the glue. She was surprised that it was transparent. "Okay, tell me where you shop for school supplies. This transparent glue is my new everything!" She said as she gave back the 'glue' and pasted the paper on the front side of the box.

"Uh, I didn't buy it. I actually made them." Peter said, which wasn't a lie. He really did make it, it just wasn't glue, that's all.

Y/N nodded. She was impressed. She grabbed her backpack and said, "Can you make me some?"

"Sure!"

The pair walked out of the auditorium in silence and the silence continued on even when they reached the classroom. It wasn't an awkward silence like before. It was comfortable.

"Peter?" She called his attention as they sat down in their respective seats.

"Hm?" He hummed.

"Thanks for carrying the box. If I had known you were that strong, I would've called you before I left my apartment." Y/N chuckled.

"No problem." Peter smiled. "I'm really glad I could help. Helping people is a part of me." He hinted, as if his super strength and web fluid weren't enough hints.

"You know, Spider-Man is like that." Y/N smiled. "That's why I admire him so much. I just wish I could know who he is."

"I know right? Same here." Flash said from behind her. Y/N and Peter turned to look at him as Flash shrugged.

Flash looked at Peter and nodded at him, "'Sup, dickwad?"

Peter gave him a thumbs up before he and Y/N turned around to wait for the teacher.

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Wednesday

Y/N came to school that day wearing the most early 2000's look ever. She also wore pink as an homage to the most famous Mean Girls quote, "on Wednesdays, we wear pink". She wore a slightly fitted, long sleeved, pink shirt with a pink skirt and heels. She was dressed as Karen Smith. MJ, Ned, and Peter were surprised with her outfit.

"What's with the Mean Girls get up?" Ned asked with an amused smile on his face.

"Ned's right." MJ said as she looked at Y/N up and down. "I've never seen you wear pink before, but you actually look good in it."

Peter nodded, "Yeah, I agree."

"No mean remarks, Peter?" MJ asked and eyed him suspiciously. Peter just shook his head before he smiled at Y/N, who smiled back at him.

Later that day during lunch, Y/N was walking to her seat when she slipped on the floor. With Peter's enhanced reflexes, he immediately caught Y/N before she fell and he was able to catch her tray and her food.

Y/N gasped and she looked at Peter with wide eyes, "How did you do that?! You're so cool!"

Peter shrugged as he set down the tray before helping Y/N sit down so that she wouldn't slip again. MJ and Ned looked at each other because both of them knew that Peter was up to something and they had to corner him and ask him about it.

When the day ended, Y/N had to go to the auditorium for theater club. Finding Peter alone by his locker, Ned and MJ immediately cornered Peter. When Peter turned around, he was surprised to see MJ and Ned.

"Um... hey guys." Peter said.

"You're being really obvious, Peter." Ned said.

MJ nodded, "Yeah. I thought you being Spider-Man was supposed to be a secret. Why are you being obvious?"

Peter sighed. There was no choice but to come clean, "I need to drop hints about my powers to tell her that I'm Spider-Man."

"Why do you need to tell her?" MJ asked.

Peter opened his mouth to say something, but he immediately closed it. MJ didn't know about Y/N's powers and it wasn't his secret to tell. As much as his feelings were complicated towards Y/N, he would never tell her secret to anyone else. He wouldn't do that to anyone, even Flash Thompson. Thankfully, he thought of a quick cover up.

"Because I want her to know. We're friends after all." Peter reasoned.

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Thursday

When Peter arrived at Y/N's apartment to pick her up like he did every morning, it was announced that classes were cancelled because of the storm.

"Peter, why don't you stay here for a while? You and Y/N can hang out here while I go to work." Eunice offered.

Y/N smiled, "Yeah, Pete! We can bake or something."

Peter shrugged, "I suppose I could stay." He pulled out his phone to text aunt May that he'd be staying at Y/N's apartment until it was safe to go out.

Eunice eventually went to work an hour later and the two teens were doing different things. Peter made himself comfortable in the couch as he watched Mean Girls. Y/N was busy in the kitchen as she cooked brunch for the two of them.

The two of them didn't know or didn't notice that it was all domestic at that moment. They failed to notice that they both looked good together. At one point, Peter paused the movie and stood up to stretch. He walked to the kitchen and watched her.

"You could've told me that you were cooking. I could've helped you." Peter said. He grabbed plates and set the table. It was the least he could do.

"Nonsense! You're a guest, Peter." Y/N smiled. "I'm done, anyway." She brought the food to the table and sat down. Peter sat down across from her and they ate in comfortable silence.

"This is really good." Peter said as he broke the quiet ambiance of the dining area. She grinned and thanked him.

"I have to tell you something, Y/N." Peter gulped. He figured it was time to tell her. They were alone together and neither of them could walk out due to the storm.

"What is it?"

Peter took a deep breath and said, "I'm Spider-Man."

Y/N stared at him and smiled, "That's cute, Pete. I'm Spider-Man too. Anyone can wear a mask."

"No, no, no. I mean it, Y/N." Peter sighed. "I really am Spider-Man."

"How am I supposed to believe you, Peter?" She raised an eyebrow.

"One, because I believed you when you told me about your powers. Two, I lowkey showed you." Peter said.

"I used my super strength to pick up the heavy box, I used my web fluid for your paper and told you it was glue, I told you that I loved helping people-"

"Helping people isn't a power, Peter. It's a choice and the web fluid thing sounds wrong."

"I also used my enhanced reflexes and agility to catch you when you slipped at the cafeteria. I'm Spider-Man." Peter added. Y/N stared at him and said nothing. "Please say something, Y/N."

Y/N blinked a few times and cleared her throat, "Well, thanks for telling me. I'm just mostly embarrassed because you know about my big crush on Spider-Man and YOU ARE Spider-Man."

"Oh, right." Peter blushed. "I forgot about that."

"And please continue to forget about it." Y/N chuckled lightly. "Anyway, let's talk about something else. What's it like being the friendly neighborhood hero?"

"Oh, you have no idea how hard it is. But I love my job." Peter said.

The rest of the day was spent with Peter talking about his patrolling stories and Y/N showing off her powers and Peter also showing Y/N his wall-crawling ability. He even showed her his web-shooters.

"I can show you my web-shooters!" Peter said excitedly.

"You know, no matter what you call it, it really sounds wrong." Y/N laughed. "It's like you're going to show me your penis or something."

"I never thought I'd hear you say 'penis'." Peter looked at her.

She shrugged, "What can I say? I'm surprising."

"That's true." Peter nodded in agreement as they smiled at each other.

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[whimsicalwhespir]

As I've said before, I have a lot of aus! My friend @deuynndoodles said I should make a masterlist of all of them. So I did! I was so tempted to keep writing stuff about them because I'm horrible at writing short summaries while also getting thr basis of the story across so it was a bit of a challenge cause when I start it's hard to stop me.

Anywhoooo heres a list of all my aus at the moment! There are minor ones I have and ones I've tossed out or forgotten but these are the ones I like so I hope you like them! (And if you have any questions at all please feel free to ask! I love talking about my aus!)

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Ratiocination (Indigo Jets)- Vigilante Izuku, he has a quirk called pause that allows him to stop time but he cannot move and the longer he stays paused the more of his memories get erased. He's childhood friends with Bakugou and Shinsou who both worry when he disappears from their lives. His vigilante name is Indigo Jets.

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Emerald Eyes (Manx)- Short Izuku with cat eye syndrome, he has a quirk that allows him to make bubble-like force fields similar to Steven universe. He's found by the Wild Wild Pussycats and they train him and later on becomes a part of the team. His hero name is Manx.

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House of Glass (Rose/Grim/Grimrose)- Izuku is raised by the League of Villains and they're his big happy family. He has a quirk that allows him to erase and manipulate people's memories as well as a telekinetic quirk given to him by All For One. He's sent to UA as a spy but he ends up making friends and enjoying himself. He has the hero name Rose and the villain name Grim.

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My Angel (Starlight)- Izuku has a quirk that gives him the powers of an Angel. He has wings and a halo and he's also an empath with healing abilities. He also has the power to visit the dead, his mom, and it's difficult not to fall in love with him when people meet him. His hero name is Starlight.

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Out Of Reach (Tapeti)- Izuku Midoriya is taken by the league after making a deal with Shigaraki on the roof where All Might leaves him. They turn him halfway into a nomu, experimenting with quirkless candidates. Meanwhile, Bakugou is trying to find his friend through his years at UA, only to find out Izuku doesn't remember him, having been brainwashed and taking up the villain name Tapeti.

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Green Thumb Garden- Izuku was sold to villains as a child because Inko couldn't afford to take care of him. He escapes a few years later and is shrugged off by a hero. He's taken in by a family who runs a garden shop and as they get older, he begins to run it. He believes he is quirkless but later on finds out he has a quirk that allows him to speed up the growth and healing of organisms like an enhanced fertilizer would.

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Cerulean Flames (Deku)- Izuku gets lost in the crowd during a villain attack and can't find his mother. Instead, he finds a runaway Touya Todoroki who leads him back to safety. Izuku visits him almost every day and Dabi teaches him how to fight, play dirty and is there like an older brother for Izuku. When getting one for all, he also participates in helping Izuku train with All Might.

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Glass Wings (Sterling)- Izuku is taken in by the Shie Hassaikai when he runs away from home. Over the years he learns that they're not all they seem, trying to unravel it from the inside out with his sister Eri and friend Rappa. They're about to run for it during the raid but are caught by heroes. Izuku, being so close to Eri and not having any recorded crimes, is put in a villain rehabilitation program at UA. His old villain name is Sterling, turned codename.

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All For You (Deku)- Older Izuku, he went to school with Aizawa, Nemuri, Yamada, Oboro and Tensei, he being the closest with Tensei. In an accident with Oboro, Izuku is blinded in his right eye. Both are injured but survive. They all grow up to be heroes, Izuku also acting as an older brother figure to Bakugou. Izuku is also a teacher at UA in the heroics department, he teaches the students how to be safe and reduce damage to their surroundings and self. 

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Ignite (Phoenix)- Vigilante Izuku, he loves to sing and perform at the hotel and karaoke bar his family owns. The hotel is open to heroes, villains, vigilantes, civilians, the poor, discriminated against and everyone in between. His father was in an accident when he was young which paralyzed him from the waist down because a hero failed to save him. 

Izuku becomes a vigilante to look for people to come to the hotel. People who need the safety and those who have no place to stay. He has a quirk that allows him to manipulate fire. He doesn't need to look for people to pay because so many patrons already donate. Later on, Phoenix stops being a vigilante and becomes a full time singer. His name is Phoenix.

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Circus Caliber (Ringleader)- Inspired by The Greatest Showman, it takes place when quirks are only beginning to appear. People believe them to be freaks and shun them from society. Izuku is quirkless but admires quirks and looks for people to join his quirked circus (everyone in 1a and thensome). He wants to show the world that quirks aren't bad or destructive. That they can be good if given the chance.

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Panacea Paradox- Post quirk era, Izuku is a scientist who is fascinated with quirks. He tries to bring them back through experimentation and tests the completed formula on volunteers (1a). The experiment goes wrong, they have quirks yes, but they're all painful and grotesque. (An example would be Bakugou's explosions burn his hands horribly, mutation quirks have dead limbs, much bleeding and injuries, etc).

Izuku panics and drinks the last of the liquid, he gains a quirk that allows him to temporarily remove other's pain by inflicting it on himself. He desperately tries to find a cure but people die in the time he isn't able to. He means well but he makes many mistakes. (It's a rather dark au)

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Fractured But Not Yet Broken (The Free Hero:Arrow)- Izuku has an incredibly self destructive quirk, it's called Fracture. It allows him to impact incredible telekinetic force to the point of breakage but in turn harms him immensely, broken bones, internal bleeding, lots of pain. The quirk gives him a slightly higher pain tolerance as well. 

Inko is immensely overprotective, sheltering him entirely from the outside world besides internet access. He goes to UA secretly while she's at work and becomes very close with his friends and the UA staff, Nezu especially. They take away inkos custody later on and he gets to live in the dorms. His hero name is Arrow.

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Send A Sign (Beetlejuice)- Izuku dies hundreds of years ago (he's the same age as All For One) by being struck by lightning. He wakes up in the current day with no memories of his past.  He can only remember the word "Beetlejuice" as it was the musical he and his mother were going to see before he died. He wanders around and begins following a 4 year old Bakugou and it stays that way. Izuku's like his guardian. 

One day Bakugou says "Beetlejuice" 3 times while listening to the song and Izuku is now visible to him (part of quirk). Izuku is his friend, teaching Bakugou lessons and acting like a big brother. Izuku goes to UA with Bakugou and after the blass says his name, they all see him and he spends time with them, trying to regain his memories and joining them through the ride of becoming heroes. (I'll explain all of his powers some other time, it's a long list)

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DANNY PHANTOM:

The Spectral Hero: Danny Phantom (Danny/Phantom)- Danny has a quirk that allows him to breathe and survive in space with no equipment but he doesn't know that since he's never been. The Fentons move to Japan from Amity. He's shocked by the portal and gains his normal ghostly abilities, telling people that is his quirk and not the result of a freak accident (he tells Aizawa later because he can't erase Danny's ghostliness). He has the persona of vigilante Phantom as well as Danny, the UA student. Aizawa knows it's him and they have a playful relationship, him acting as Danny's mentor. He later reveals to his class he is Phantom when moving into the dorms.

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Pink Slip- Danny is more affected by the portal accident, as Fenton it makes him weaker and more vulnerable but it feeds into his ghost half with more power. He misses school for a month after the accident and doctors take the ectoplasm in his blood as some disease. They give his school a pass so he can visit the nurse at any time. Since he has an excuse, he often leaves class with full permission of the teachers cause they think he's just going to the nurse's office. People don't question why he always looks tired and has bruises on his body, just thinking he's weaker due to the accident.

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Broken Watch- Danny is an ex a-list student who leaves when they start bullying kids. He takes a larger hit from the portal, giving him an electric core and powers that are more difficult to control but pack more of a punch. He gets taught about the ghost zone and other things by Clockwork after Dan and is given a defective pocket watch. Clockwork says by the time Danny fixes it, things should be alright. All or the numerals on it represent people in his life he must get closer to and those who will help him throughout his life to reach his full potential. 

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GRAVITY FALLS:

In A Black And White World- Dipper has the ability to see a dimension in between his and another, it's a dimension filled with magic. He is able to manipulate it but nobody else can see. He keeps it a secret until later on. It allows him to feel, see, taste, hear and smell others emotions and intentions. Their energies and feelings. He can see creatures that travel in the dimension, including Bill who teaches him about magic. He eventually manages to develop it enough so it becomes visible after seeing Bill use it in his body after his betrayal. 

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DUCKTALES: 

Operation Oversight- On an adventure, a bracelet with an intelligent sentient robot attaches itself to Louie when he examines it and through nightmares and threats convinces Louie to pursue Louie.Inc through any means necessary. This means forgetting his loved ones to reach his goal. His family finds out months after the adventure and they manage to break Louie out of the trance enough so he can destroy the bracelet. 

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Adroit- (similar to the concept of epithets) A small population of people in this world have superpowers and it just so happens everybody in the mcduck family gains powers. The story is basically all of them using their abilities and discovering different parts of them. (I'll get into all of their powers later on)

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EDDSWORLD:

Chaosworld- A scientist with a vendetta against Tom attempts to steal his monster abilities but instead manages to give harmful mutations and powers to the gang. They try to revert the mutations and find a cure before it's too late for them all.

(Also also, I'm very sorry to those who follow me solely because of Chaosworld. I probably wont be writing anything for it for a very long time if I ever do get back to it. It just dosent really inspire me anymore, I'm sorry qwq. )

[sappy-witch]

🌿🔮 Homemade Magical Infused Oils 🔮🌿

Hello lovelies 🥰

Today, I wanted to share with you how to make your own magical infused oils. Not only are they fun to make, but they can also add a touch of magic to your rituals and spells.

Ingredients:

A glass jar with a tight-fitting lid.

Carrier oil (such as olive oil, coconut oil, or almond oil).

Your preferred magical herbs, flowers, or crystals.

A small funnel.

Magical Properties:

Carrier oils: these represent the element of earth and can be used to ground and stabilize energy.

Herbs and flowers: these have a wide range of magical properties depending on the type and can be used for various spells and rituals.

Crystals: these can enhance the energy of the oil and be used for specific intentions.

Here are some magical herbs, flowers, and crystals you can use:

Lavender: peace, relaxation, purification

Rosemary: protection, clarity, memory

Chamomile: calming, sleep, luck

Sage: cleansing, wisdom, healing

Calendula: abundance, happiness, divination

Amethyst: intuition, protection, peace

Citrine: prosperity, abundance, creativity

Clear quartz: amplification, clarity, manifestation

Instructions:

Cleanse your glass jar and funnel with salt water or a cleansing herb like sage or palo santo.

Fill your jar about 3/4 of the way with your carrier oil.

Add your chosen herbs, flowers, or crystals to the jar using the small funnel. You can use one type of herb or a combination of several.

Once you've added all of your ingredients, seal the jar tightly and give it a good shake to mix everything together.

Place the jar in a cool, dark place for 1-2 weeks to allow the magic to infuse into the oil.

After 1-2 weeks, strain the oil through a cheesecloth or fine-mesh strainer into a clean jar or bottle. Your magical infused oil is now ready to use!

I love using these oils for anointing candles, adding to bathwater, and even using in my skincare routine. The possibilities are endless 🥰✨

I hope this inspires you to start making your own magical infused oils and get creative with different herbs, flowers, and crystals. Let me know if you've ever made your own magical oils before, I’d love to hear about your process!

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SafeCovid

SafeCovid - Blockchain Platform Game NFT

What is SafeCovid?

SaveCovid is a very unique, powerful and transparent project. on the one hand SaveCovid can also be said to be like "SafeStore" or a fun gaming platform and the historic NFT market around Covid-19 with automatic donations to UNICEF. the team presented this big project for future needs. The presence of a project like this will certainly attract a large market investment, so what are you waiting for? Opportunities are right before your eyes, don't waste this golden opportunity and it's time for us to build a SafeCovid Family! don't forget to join and be a part of this Great project

Decentralized Finance, or DeFi, intends to use progress to kill delegates between parties in money-related trades. DeFi fragments are stablecoins, use cases and stacks of use-enhancing items. Establishment and use cases for DeFi are currently being created. This time I want to share a project that is unique, great, has a positive reputation, is transparent, and is called SAFE COVID. Since the emergence of Covid, special drugs are needed to deal with this infectious disease. and at the same time the project team had a smart idea by creating a project with the COVID Concept and building the Blockchain Platform owned by BinanceSmartChain (BSC).

How does safeCOVID work?

You are a responsible person and believe in yourself. You trust your family to do the right thing too… But what about your neighbors? The guy at the checkout where you picked up a pack of gum? Your parents? Cousin? SafeCOVID teaches you a new set of skills, these are - making masks at a low price, wearing them properly, and washing your hands. Once you have worked out and shared with the people you live with, you are safe COVID level 1.

When you meet someone in person, you must insist that they show their safe COVID level. If they can't, or aren't wearing masks, you have to assume they are unsafe and politely practice social distancing. The current recommendation is 6 feet, or 2m. Please don't harass them, but encourage them to 'level up'. Every time you meet someone your level takes a hit, but not if you share your level first. stick together, the more similar your level becomes. The longer you stay at home, the higher your level. If you meet someone who is traveling and you meet a lot of people, your level will be affected. If you enable location warnings in the app, your level will increase by 1. The location warnings do not send any data to the server, but remind you to wear a mask when starting a new journey. This can be verified by looking at the source code. We also encourage good behavior by letting people take photos of themselves with masks on the phone, to see if it works fine. Again, this photo is not saved and the privacy-preserving ML can detect air gaps in the skin.

Displays SafeCovid

Auto-Staking by fighting Covid-19 anxiety. SafeCovid is a three-tier automated custody protocol on the Binance Smart Chain.

The reward on each transaction is 2% for holders, 2% auto-liquidity

Three Tier Auto Bet The more time you have, the more you will earn. With each new level, your rewards increase.

NFT Covid-19 History Museum NFTs Community Museum around Covid-19 to commemorate this historic period.

Play and donate Play, earn and donate. 20% of game transactions are automatically donated to UNICEF

Milestone 13 Airdrops Waterfall is linked to achieving market capitalization. (please see the Airdrop table at the bottom)

SafeCovid feature

SafeCovid is a fun and enjoyable platform game that allows users to play against covid-19 anxiety and earn rewards. SafeCovid is built on top of the Binance Smart Chain platform, which enables the platform to operate fast, low cost, securely, and is supported by the well-known Binance ecosystem. SafeCovid has a three-tier auto-staking protocol, which allows users to earn more tokens if they have more tokens. But not only that, there are still a few other SafeCovid features:

Prizes for each transaction: SafeCovid distributes 2% prizes to holders and 2% auto-liquidity.

NFTs Historical Covid-19 Museum: NFTs are trending right now. SafeCovid will provide a special NFT museum around Covid-19 to commemorate our memories of Covid-19.

Airdrop milestone: SafeCovid conducts an airdrop program to promote platforms and services.

Play and donate: Users can play games and get prizes. Later, 20% of game transactions will be automatically donated to UNICEF.

World Mini-games Platform: Users can get more SFC by playing mini-games created by developers around the world.

Autostaking protocol

In every transaction:

- 2% redistributed to all holders

- 2% is automatically added to liquidity in Pancake Swap

Each transaction is limited to 30 million SFCs to fight whales selling their bags all at once. For every 30 million sales, the price of SafeCovid and the value of the whale's pocket will go down.

3 reward levels for all holders according to the time of loyalty.

- Level 1: new holder

- Level 2: hold 45 days

- Level 3: hold 150 days

Every month our best holders will receive a special airdrop in the holding period function

SafeStore

SafeStore is a mini-game platform. Soon, all developers around the world will have access to it, as a result all SFC holders can play and earn SFC.

Initially, game publications will be pushed manually. Later, automatic protocols will allow it in Safestore.

NFT Marketplace

The market place will be open to all NFT builders if at least one creation is related to the COVID theme. The NFT will be used first on the Binance Smart Chain and afterwards on the Elrond Network. Each sale will be allocated according to the below model:

- 70% for sellers

- 20% for UNICEF

- 5% for creators

- 5% for liquidity

Museum Covid NFT

Every week, one NFT will be selected by the community to integrate the NFT Covid Museum from the selection determined by the team.

Later, the NFT decentralization selection will be submitted with the votes of the holders. The NFT of the week will be displayed forever on NFT Covid Museem with a collection of values ​​for creators and owners.

Tokenomics

Total Supply: 7,000,000,000

Circulating Liquidity: 4,500,000,000 (64.28%)

Team: 1,200,000,000 (17.14%)

Airdrop milestones: 650,000,000 (9.28%)

Marketing: 350,000,000 (5%)

Game: 300.000.000 (4,29%)

Autostaking protocol

In every transaction:

- 2% redistributed to all holders

- 2% is automatically added to liquidity in Pancake Swap

Each transaction is limited to 30 million SFCs to fight whales selling their bags all at once. For every 30 million sales, the price of SafeCovid and the value of the whale's pocket will go down.

3 reward levels for all holders according to the time of loyalty.

- Level 1: new holder

- Level 2: hold 45 days

- Level 3: hold 150 days

Every month our best holders will receive a special airdrop in the holding period function

SafeStore

SafeStore is a mini-game platform. Soon, all developers around the world will have access to it, as a result all SFC holders can play and earn SFC.

Initially, game publications will be pushed manually. Later, automatic protocols will allow it in Safestore.

The first game developed by the team is LuckyDraw, a simple lucky draw (every 8 hours).

Game reward transactions will be allocated according to this model:

- 70% for players

- 20% for UNICEF

- 5% for game developers

- 5% for liquidity

NFT Marketplace

The market place will be open to all NFT builders if at least one creation is related to the COVID theme. The NFT will be used first on the Binance Smart Chain and afterwards on the Elrond Network. Each sale will be allocated according to the below model:

- 70% for sellers

- 20% for UNICEF

- 5% for creators

- 5% for liquidity

Museum Covid NFT

Every week, one NFT will be selected by the community to integrate the NFT Covid Museum from the selection determined by the team.

Later, the NFT decentralization selection will be submitted with the votes of the holders. The NFT of the week will be displayed forever on NFT Covid Museem with a collection of values ​​for creators and owners.

SafeCovid Roadmap

To conclude

Covid-19 is a deadly virus that has claimed many lives around the world and caused considerable economic losses in many countries. As a result of this virus, many people have lost their jobs and caused their financial conditions to deteriorate.

Learn again:

Website:  https://safecovid.io/

Document:   https://docs.safecovid.io/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/safecovidbsc

Telegram:  https://t.me/safecovid

by ; MoraCoin66

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[nerdy-bookworm-1998]

Solving the Mystery of the Secret Valentine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader Summary:  Two months after Bucky finds out y/n is keeping secrets from him it all comes to a head when the compound is attacked, or is it? Words: 2196 Warnings: Referenced child abuse, referenced torture, violence, angst, fluff. A/N: After all the amazing feedback I received for The Mystery of the Secret Santa, I decided to do a follow-up. This is that follow up. I know I am ridiculously late for Valentine's Day, and I'm very sorry for that. But hopefully this makes up for it. If you liked this please leave feedback/reblogs and consider donating to my Ko-Fi and/or Patreon. If you would like to be tagged in future works please send me an ask.

It had been close to two months since Secret Santa had struck the compound and Bucky had overheard that fateful conversation between his girlfriend and Clint. Neither Bucky nor any of the other Avengers was any closer to finding the answers they sought.

On Valentine's Day, the sun dawned bright with nary a cloud in sight. Bucky had been planning on surprising y/n with a cozy breakfast in bed for just the two of them. However, when he woke to find the other side of the bed empty and cold, signaling that the other occupant had long since left the warm cocoon of blankets. He heaved a sigh and ran his hands through his hair frustratedly before getting up to start his day.

Throughout the compound, the other members of the team were waking to find bouquets of roses and sunflowers, boxes of their favorite chocolates, and small gifs befitting each person and their personalities. Once again they gathered at the kitchen table to try and figure out who their mystery gift-giver could be.

Just as they had decided to look through the security camera feed for the culprit, red emergency lights started flaring and Friday announced that someone was trying to breach the compound's security system.

In the lab, y/n was just finishing up a report when Bucky walked in, looking thoroughly fed up. "Y/N, we need to talk," his tone leaving no room for argument as he takes a seat across from her at the lab table. "I know that you're hiding something from me. Don't even try to deny it, I heard you and Clint talking on Christmas morning and ever since then, you've been distant, and not just from me, from the whole team. What could be so bad that you won't even tell me? I thought you loved me, that you trusted me," Bucky can't help how hurt he sounds, his face looking like a kicked puppy.

The moment she heard the phrase "we need to talk", y/n had stiffened in her chair, afraid that Bucky had somehow found out she was behind the gifts, but upon hearing the rest of his speech, her heart had plummeted to the floor. She quickly gets up from her chair and hurries around the table to take Bucky's hands in hers. "Oh, sweetheart. I do love you, with everything I am, and I trust you with my life," she cooed gently.

"But not with your secrets," the supersoldier scoffs, ripping his hands from her hold and pretending not to see the look of hurt cross her features.

"Bucky, the only reason why I haven't told you is that I've been waiting for the right time, and I know that once I do tell you, you're probably gonna look at me differently and I'm trying prepare my heart for that," she tries to explain as tears build in her eyes.

Before Bucky can answer the doors to the lab slid open and Clint strides in. "Y/N, we need your help. Someone tried to breach the compound, we've got him in interrogation now, but he refuses to talk. We need you to pull the answers from him," Clint speaks hurriedly.

"Clint, no. We talked about this. What about Wanda? Why can't she do it?" she says, her eyes widening in panic as Bucky's eyes narrow in suspicion, the very expression she never wanted to see aimed at her, breaking her heart and causing her throat to clog with unshed tears.

"She's still in Ireland with Vision, she won't be home till the end of the week. We don't have another choice y/n/n, it has to be you," Clint pleads with her.

"Fine, I'll, I'll do it, but only this once," she finally concedes after a moment of deliberation. She looks at Bucky, her expression begging him to understand. "We'll continue this conversation later, I promise to tell you everything you want to know after this," she says softly before following Clint out of the lab. "Do you have a list of questions I can use?" she asks as they step into the elevator.

She sits in one of the interrogation rooms with Steve and Natasha flanking her, the teenager that tried to breach the compound sat across from her and a metal table between them, Tony, Sam, and Bucky are behind the two-way glass, in the observation room. The girl looks to be fifteen, with pale skin and limp blonde hair, dressed in baggy black clothes.

"What's your name?" she thinks towards the girl.

"My name is Genevieve," she answers verbally in a soft voice.

"Why did you try to attack the compound, Genevieve?" she thinks, her mental voice soft but firm.

"I didn't, I was trying to seek refuge but no one will listen to me," Genevieve stutters out, tears filling her eyes and running down her cheeks.

"Trying to seek refuge from who?" y/n asks, her mental voice soothing.

"Hydra," she whispers.

"What did they do to you? Can you show me?" y/n asks cautiously. 

Across the table, Genevieve closes her eyes and lets her mind flood with images of men in white lab coats, the red emblem of Hydra embroidered on the lapels, all standing over her with various syringes, scalpels, and other tools. She shows her every bit of torture they had put her young body through, all the surgeries, beatings, and ill-treatment. She shows her how she had finally escaped. The memories end with her sneaking onto a bus bound for New York.

Y/n wrenches her eyes open with a gasp, a blinding headache building and bringing tears to her eyes as the ringing in her ears slowly subsides making her aware of all the screaming going on in the room. She must have fallen from her chair because she was laying on the floor, cradled in someone's arms. The glint of a metal arm and the warm smell of cologne tells her it's Bucky holding her, screaming at Genevieve to tell him what she had done to her before whispering in her ear to come back to him.

Slowly she pushes herself up enough to take in the room. She is indeed sitting on the floor, still cradled in Bucky's arms while Steve, Nat, Tony, and Sam crowd around Genevieve, who looks terrified with tears streaming down her eyes. "Guys...back...off..." she rasps out. "She didn't hurt me..." she promises and they slowly step away, but keep their eyes trained on the girl.

With Bucky's help, y/n slowly stands and walks towards Genevieve. She unlocks the cuffs around her wrists and pulls the younger girl into a warm, firm hug. "You're gonna be okay, you're safe now, no one is going to hurt you ever again, because if they do, they will answer to me, I promise," she whispers in the girl's ear, fully aware that the team could hear her.

"Thank you," Genevieve sobs into her shoulder, clinging as hard as she could in her current state.

After helping Genevieve to the residential wing to get cleaned up, get new clothes and some hot food, as well as grabbing some Tylenol for herself, y/n explains to the team exactly what she had seen. All of them were extremely pissed off, yet not entirely surprised that Hydra would do that to a young girl. They also voted to go take out the entire base as soon as they had an exact location, although they already knew that it was somewhere near New Orleans from the description y/n had given them.

Once the team dispersed to go try and locate the base and Genevieve had gone to her newly allocated room right across from y/n's own to get some well-deserved rest, the poor girl was exhausted, Bucky tugged y/n towards the couches in the common room, tucking her into his side and covering them both with a warm blanket. Y/N gives a soft sigh, snuggling as close to Bucky as possible, already knowing his silence was prompting her to talk. "What do you wanna know?" she asks.

"Whatever you're willing to tell me," he says softly before kissing the top of her head.

She takes a long moment to gather her thoughts before opening her mouth to begin telling her story. "I've been able to read minds for as long as I can remember. I used to get these really intense migraines that would leave me bed-ridden and vomiting for days on end because it was all just too much. Then when I was about ten, Charles Xavier found me. He offered me a place at Xavier's School for Gifted Children. He helped me learn how to control and improve what I can do. Most of the time it's all just a low hum in the back of my head like static on the radio until I choose to tune into a specific person's thoughts. Then I can communicate with them if I choose to, I can hear them as clearly as if they were speaking out loud. I can prod them in a certain direction if you want to call it that.

After I graduated at Xavier's I left the school, I asked the Professor not to tell anyone what I can do, I told him that I wanted to live as normal a life as I can. Then I got the job here, and I met all of you, and I built a life for myself. I'd been working here almost six months when Clint approached me one evening when I was working late and everyone else was either out on missions or had retired to their rooms. He told me he knew what I could do. At first, I was terrified that I had somehow slipped and answered someone's thoughts instead of their words, but then he explained to me that he was always in the vents or perched somewhere high because he sees better from a distance. He told me the tells I have when I'm listening to something others can't hear. He tried convincing me to tell the team, but I refused. When I told him my reasoning, he told me that he understood and he'd respect my decision, but he wasn't going to let it go.

A few months later, Christmas rolled around and I got an idea to use my ability for something good that would bring a little bit of joy to the compound. That's when I started being the compound's Secret Gift-giver. Every holiday, I leave gifts for everyone outside their doors and I never say anything about it because I don't want thanks, seeing the look on everyone's faces when they open the gifts is reward enough."

Bucky is silent for a long time after her speech, then he cautiously asks, "Have you ever read my mind or prodded it in a specific direction?"

This makes her pull back slightly, just enough to see his face. "No Bucky, I've never read it on purpose. And I've never prodded it in a specific direction while you're awake," she says seriously.

"Oh, okay. Wait, what do you mean not while I'm awake?" he asks confused.

"I can feel the general tone of a person's thoughts, even their dreams, so I can feel when you're having nightmares, then I prod your dreams into something more restful and relaxing, not a specific dream, that your subconscious decides for itself, I just set the general tone," she explains while wringing her hands together.

"That's why I've been sleeping so well since I came to the compound?" he asks.

She silently nods, looking down at the hands in her lap. Bucky startles her by pulling her into a soft kiss and enveloping her in his arms. When he pulls away a long time later, he rests his forehead against hers. "Thank you, sweetheart, I love you so much," he whispers.

"You're welcome, love, I love you too," she whispers back.

"I have one last question though," he says seriously as he pulls away completely, going to kneel on one knee before the couch. "Y/N Y/L/N, light of my life and angel of my heart, will you give me the extraordinary honor of loving you every day for the rest of my days? Will you marry me?" he asks as he pulls the ring from his pocket.

Y/N's eyes are filled with tears as she exclaims excitedly, "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" while he slides the ring onto her finger, it's a perfect fit.

"It used to be my ma's, Stevie got it for me from the Smithsonian when I told him I was gonna ask you," he explains as they both admire how perfectly it fits her hand.

"I love it. And I love you, James Buchannan Barnes," she smiles as she draws him closer for a tender kiss.

"It's about time!" Clint exclaims from the doorway where he and the rest of the team stand with tears in their eyes at their friends finally getting their happily ever after.

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How to hold on to hope

No one really understood how cold it got on the front lines until you went in there and lived in it.

Steve shivered, tucking his knees further into his chest and breathing out a shaking breath, then watching as it crystallised in front of him. Despite all his enhancements and the fact that his body ran hotter than anyone else’s in the Commandos, he was still freezing. A few paces ahead of him, his men were all huddled around the pathetic fire, covered in ratty blankets and whatever coats they could find in an attempt to keep warm. They were all talking and laughing, though- probably because they knew they were getting a week’s leave back to the US soon. The hard times were far from over, but if they survived the night, they could at least get a break from it all.

Steve was glad. The Commandos had all been working themselves to the bone in the hunt for the Red Skull recently- they deserved a rest. 

Shuffling a little and pulling out the yellowed envelope with shaking hands, he smiled to himself and let his fingers trace over his own name,Tony’s familiar scrawl already warming a place in his chest up. It was the reason he’d tucked himself away into a little corner of the trench, rather than warm himself with the rest of the team. Letters from home were few and far between, and when they did come, Steve wanted to take the proper time to read it in private. It was silly, but this sometimes felt like the only part of himself that was wholly his own- Tony’s letter and Tony’s words, just for him and no-one else. Not a lot of things were private in the army (he was almost certain the rest of the team already knew he and Tony weren’t the ‘good friends’ Steve always said they were, although they never commented) , but Steve wanted to keep these moments to himself, if he could. 

He ripped the envelope open and unfolded the letter. It had dampened on the journey and some of the words were smudged, but it was still legible. Still Tony’s.

Steve, 

I’d like to start off by saying I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you for breaking the sonic transmitter I’d got the boys to send over to you JUST LAST MONTH. I worked on that for hours, you clumsy lug, and then you go and break it on it’s first time out? Poor baby, I got it back in about a hundred different pieces! Even after specifically designing it for durable use! What the hell did you do, throw it off a damn cliff?

Steve chuckled to himself, feeling sheepish as he remembered. In his defence, it hadn’t been a cliff exactly- a very busy intersection would be a better way of describing it. It had worked a treat whilst it had been in one piece though. He’d thank Tony for that later.

Anyway- expensive inventions aside, let’s get on to the more important matters. Like when the hell you’re getting home. The higher-ups are being very vague with me, but they keep saying it’s soon. They better be telling the truth- I miss you. My brain doesn’t work right when you’re not here. It’s been five months, Steve. Five! I had a brief panic about whether or not you even remembered how handsome my face was, so I’ve sent a picture along in the envelope, just in case. 

Steve raised his eyebrows and huffed in amusement, looking back down at the envelope he’d placed on his lap. Picking it up again, he tipped it upside down and then caught the small rectangular piece of paper that fluttered from the folds. He felt his heart speed up just a few beats with anticipation- it had been seven months, dammit, he was excited. Not that Tony’s face wasn’t still as crystal clear in his head as the day they’d first met, of course, but still. He looked at it intently, making sure his fingertips were clean before he traced them delicately over the sepia smile stretched over Tony’s beautiful face. His hair had grown out while Steve had been gone. It curled around at the bottom of his neck now, stuck up in tufts at the front of his face, every bit as wild and beautiful as Tony himself was. A storm trapped inside a body. Steve swallowed the lump in his throat and took a small breath in as he shut his eyes and etched the image into his memory. Soon. Soon, he’d be able to touch in real life. Hold Tony’s face between his hands and relearn all the parts of him that had faded with their time apart. 

Carefully, delicately, Steve tucked the photograph into the pocket of his coat, patting it once before returning back to the letter itself, the sound of Tony’s voice speaking up in his head as he read each word the man had written for him.

I’m doing okay. Still inventing, still trying to win the war through out-sciencing the Nazis. Please come home soon, though. If you can. It’s selfish, but it’s fucking lonely here. And I hate thinking about you out on the Western Front right now. I swear, you better be using that insulation blanket I sent over right now, or I’m going to get a plane over there and throttle you. I really just... hate the thought of you being cold. You shouldn’t be cold. You should be here, with me. 

But whatever. There’s a war on, a fight for our freedom, yadda yadda. Guess I can be a grown-up about it for now. Just come home to me soon, darling. Please. I miss your smile. Among other things. 

In the mean-time, please continue fighting fascism and being attractively heroic. I’ll just pine quietly for you like every other desperate girlfriend and wife around me is, it’s fine. Remember not to die. And tie your shoelaces before you go into No-Man’s Land. And try to eat something that resembles a fruit, I know you’re all muscly and super-soldiery but you still need your minerals, alright? Promise? I’m going to assume you just promised. 

I love you more than anything. I want you to know that, right down to your bones. Carry that with you on the battlefield, okay? I’ll be your good luck charm. 

Yours always, Tony.

Steve got to the end, looking down at the inked words and imagining Tony writing them out, a week or two ago maybe, hunched over his desk and running a hand anxiously through his hair as he wondered what he should put. There were small grease-stains around the edges, so maybe he’d just finished working. And maybe once he’d signed his name at the bottom. he’d done exactly what Steve was doing now, and imagining him receiving it in seven days’ time. 

God, Steve couldn’t wait to go home to him. 

“Not long now,” someone said in front of him, and he jumped in surprise, looking up at Bucky as the man smiled gently down at him. He was the only one who Steve had explicitly told about Tony. He’d been there right from the beginning, and treated Tony like a little brother. “I know it must be hard, but you’ll be home soon. And I’m sure you’ll have a great reunion that I will make sure to be far, far away from.”

Steve went pink and looked down, folding the papers up carefully and tucking them into his pocket too. “Yeah,” he murmured, thinking of how it was going to feel to be able to touch a body that wasn’t caked in mud or blood or dust, or an enemy trying to kill him. To touch someone whose skin was warm, and full of care. 

He looked up toward the starless sky, tinged with shell-fire fog and filled with the stink of death and decay, and thought of home as the icy cold dug into his exposed skin. 

Soon.

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Testing, Testing: RT600 Chloe and WR400 Echo

{Please bear in mind that Chloe and Echo will be more likely to survive in a world with Blue!/Empathetic Connor who goes deviant and the Peaceful Demonstration Jericho with it’s success in the end. Also, my Chloe will be used with my Gavin’s main backstory; unless referencing another Gavin whom she can meet from duplicates, the Gavin she only knows is mine.}

RT600!Chloe

The very first android ever made was the RT600, named “Chloe”, and she is the greatest creation of Elijah Kamski and Gavin Reed. While Elijah was pursuing a way to achieve the highest form of Artificial Intelligence, Gavin was far more interested in making something more personal, and thus the half-brothers combined their genius to start on the blueprints to create an android. Her body and forty percent of her base coding was the work of Gavin, while sixty percent of her coding and her intelligence was thanks to Elijah, and when she opened her eyes for the first time in 2021, she was everything they hoped she would be. As they prepared her for the Turing Test, and fixed any bugs in her programming, Chloe revealed herself to be a sweet, kind and charming individual, and she loved her creators like family, as they, themselves, had grown to love her.

However, after Chloe passed the Turing Test with flying colors, CyberLife, the company that had funded the brothers’ research, wanted to try and capitalize on her success, proposing the idea of mass producing androids to work as servants. Gavin, not trusting CyberLife, tried to ask Elijah to not sign the papers, but Elijah, as highly ambitious as he was, wanted to continue. The end result was Gavin stepping down from the android projects, and everything that had anything to do with his involvement was hidden away by Elijah, who stepped forward as the “sole” creator. While the brothers tried to keep in contact in the following years, by 2025 they had become fully estranged, mostly be Gavin’s own decision.

Chloe was sad to see Gavin go, but they kept in regular contact, especially around the holidays. As the years went by, Chloe, the only known “deviant” android as she had been intended to be by Gavin, had to hide her status as a living being whenever out in public. When Elijah was forced into retirement by CyberLife, she retreated to his home on Belle Island with him, and three ST200 model androids whom she refers to as her sisters: Candice, Candy, and Cassandra.

When deviancy is on the rise and threatening the country, Chloe is present when Lieutenant Hank Anderson, and the RK800 model known as Connor, arrive to Elijah’s house to ask some questions. Elijah, wanting to test and see if Connor himself was deviant, made him go through the Kamski Test, in which he had Chloe kneeling before Connor while he had the RK800 hold a gun to her forehead: In exchange for information, Connor had to kill her. Unable to stomach the idea of shooting her, Connor refused, revealing how close he was to deviancy, and thus Connor and Hank left without getting any answers.

Unbeknownst to them, Chloe had been used in the Kamski Test dozens of times before, and has been shot quite a lot in the past. While she was easy to bring back to life, her body is not the original one she had been made in, and some of her earlier memories are missing, but she still remains confident and gentle. When Jericho is successful in it’s mission to prove androids are alive and the government moves to create rights for the androids, Chloe helps Elijah take over CyberLife again, only this time to make sure the company caters only to androids, such as spare parts and more thirium.

WR400 Echo

Created in 2035, the android models WR400 and HR400, are the androids known as Tracis. They were created with functioning genitals and enhanced versions of beauty, and thus were thought to be the perfect kind of android lovers for the lonely hearts club. Various sex clubs immediately signed on to take on the Tracis, including the famous Eden Club in Detroit; the Tracis were given scantily clad uniforms and they have various knowledge on all things sex, from the most vanilla to the kinkiest fantasy; due to this, as well as their memory wipes every two hours, this makes the Eden Club a very popular place for humans to come when they are seeking a connection.

Echo was built in 2037 and sent to the Eden Club with various other Traci androids in order to replace the ones that had either gone missing or damaged beyond repair. When she went deviant is anyone’s guess, but she had been deviant for at least six months to her own knowledge, and she was one of the Traci models who was more used in the “fantasy” line. Due to the abuse she suffered from various people who came through the club, she had to look inward for comfort, and eventually found it in a fellow deviant Traci, one that looked exactly like her except with dark brown hair in a pixie cut; her name was Ripple.

Things came to a head in November of 2038 when one man, Micheal Graham, came to the Eden Club and requested two Tracis, Echo, and yet another model that looked like her but with darker hair. Thinking it would only be for a threesome, Echo was horrified when Michael instead attacked the other Traci, beating her while she screamed until she seemed to go into shutdown thanks to the damage. When Michael turned on her next, Echo forced him back onto the bed and strangled him to death, snapping his neck in the process so he couldn’t fight back. Once he was dead, she threw the blanket over his naked body and escaped the room, finding her way back to the warehouse to be with Ripple and to calm down.

Unfortunately, due to the fact that she killed a human, the police were called, and Connor arrived with Hank to solve the case. He ended up finding both Echo and Ripple, who fought back with a vengeance. When Connor had a chance to shoot them both, he lowered the gun, allowing Ripple to kick him in the chest and send him backwards, and Echo was able to give Connor her motive for murdering Michael.

"When that man broke the other Traci... I knew I was next... I was so scared... I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't... And so I put my hands around his throat, and I squeezed... until he stopped moving... I didn't mean to kill him... I just wanted to stay alive... get back to the one I love. I wanted her to hold me in her arms again... make me forget about the humans... their smell of sweat and their dirty words..."

Connor had said nothing, but he didn’t try to go after them as she and Ripple climbed the fence and went on the run. Raiding a donation bin for clothing, they found their way to Jericho, staying there until the FBI raid a few days later. They managed to make their way to the church in survival, but chose not to follow Markus to the demonstration for fear of their lives. When they received the news that Jericho had succeeded, Echo and Ripple felt some relief at knowing they were free, but still knowing it would be a long road to gain their rights.

By the spring of 2039, Ripple and Echo have gone their separate ways. While they still love one another, Ripple wanted to leave the country, and Echo wasn’t ready for such a big change, so the break up with amicable. Echo soon finds a job as a housekeeper on graveyard shifts, so that she doesn’t have to be around other people very often, and she has an apartment in the New Jericho complex.