#god. i love frontlines. but what's new!!!!!!

[verysmallcyborg]

heeheehehe that's the most kills i've gotten on mch now..... that was a very fun and chaotic close match too (we won tho YIPPEEE)

[thereoncewasagirlnamedjane]

SMALL WORLDS.

PAIRING — 1940s!steve rogers x f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; hurt/comfort; somewhere between fluff and angst; mild sexual content; established relationship; let’s also ignore canon and pretend they lived happily ever after 😭

SUMMARY — all he ever wanted to do was the right thing. it never occurred to him that doing the right thing could possibly hurt someone he loves.

WORD COUNT — 1.5k

NOTES — this is my submission for my own creative campaign lmao 😅 i just got inspired looking at those prompts again, okay? and these are my missing pre-serum!steve hours 😭 and after the week i’ve had, i need some comfort~

PROMPTS USED — geranium = returning joy / plumeria = “well, this is new.” / zinnia = mourning your absence

✩ read on ao3 ✩ chris evans characters m.list ✩ forget-me-not creative campaign ✩ library blog

Bucky had been wrong. 

His best friend predicted that you would be thrilled to see the new him. After all, the girls at the SSR couldn’t seem to stay away, nor could the flight nurses out on the frontlines, no matter how many times he told them he had a girl back home and just wasn’t interested. 

Howard was the only one who knew well enough to warn him; given how Steve had left things with you before he took off on his tour across the country, he shouldn’t expect everything to be sunshine and rainbows when he got back. 

The two of you had fought, the biggest one in the history of your relationship, and hadn’t spoken to each other in days before he had to leave. His efforts to lie his way into the army was always a source of friction between you, and this, being selected as the subject for Project Rebirth, was just another straw on the camel’s back. 

Steve knew you were just afraid for him, as anyone who mattered to him would be, but it was something he knew he had to do. Unfortunately he couldn’t be convinced, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t also terrified of facing the consequences. 

“Be prepared to grovel, Rogers, like you’ve never done before,” Howard warned, giving him a grave look before waving him off. “Hell hath no fury.” 

So, he showed up at your door only days before he had to leave for Italy, holding a bouquet of flowers and shuffling nervously on his feet as he waited. Steve didn’t know what to say when you opened the door, feeling a little awkward himself at nearly two feet taller and about a hundred fifty pounds heavier. 

You stared at him for a moment, almost as if you didn’t recognize him. 

“Hi,” he said sheepishly, giving you a hesitant but hopeful smile. You looked like you might reel back and punch him, no doubt still angry about the way things went down and how he’d returned to you looking like an entirely different man, but then your face crumpled. 

There were downsides to the serum, he realized, as he could smell the salt of your tears before they even reached your lashes. He leaned down, bending at the waist, something he never had to do before, letting you wrap your arms around his widened shoulders. He could taste the relief in your tears as he kissed them away. 

In the hours that followed, however, you remained distant. He caught you staring thoughtfully at him from across the kitchen, only to quickly avert your eyes when he looked up from the hearty dinner you made him. 

You pulled away subtly when he reached for your hand or the soft dip of your waist, flinch when he moved to kiss your cheek, and returned all his dumb jokes with tight smiles. 

“Well, this is new,” he grinned softly as he stepped behind you, his chest firm against your back, grabbing a jar on a high shelf that you were struggling to reach. 

It took you a few moments too long to turn towards him, your lips curving upwards ever so slightly but it never quite touching the rest of your features. 

Even when he lay next to you that night, it felt like you were miles away. He was leaving soon, all the way to Italy and then to god knows where else, and he didn’t want to leave things this way. He didn’t want to go yet, not while he was uncertain about whether you’d welcome him back next time. 

But as always, it’s like you hear the thoughts in his head without him ever needing to speak them. It’s why this works; he broods and you see through him, as though you have a map directly to his heart. 

“It feels strange,” you confess in hushed tones, the two of you lying in the darkness of your bedroom. When the two of you touch, it feels foreign. You feel guilty, as though you were somehow being unfaithful to a version of him that would never come back. 

“I know,” he says, reaching for you. His heart sinks when you pull away. He lays there in silence, his enhanced vision capturing you so clearly in the dark, staring up at the ceiling as your bottom lip quivers. 

“You took him from me,” you whisper, eyes shining so brightly with anguish in the moonlight. It takes a moment for him to realize what you mean. He can hear the tears sliding down your temples and dripping onto the pillow. 

All he ever wanted to do was the right thing. It never occurred to him that doing the right thing could possibly hurt someone he loves. 

“I’m still me,” he murmurs, his fingers desperate to wipe them away, his arms itching to find their place around you once again. 

“To everyone else, even to you, he was always just that scrappy little nobody from Brooklyn. But to me?” You are weeping now, your voice thick with grief even though he’s right next to you. “To me, he was everything. I don’t want Captain America. I want Steve. My Steve.” 

Steve swallows hard. You always were the only one who did. 

“He’s still here,” he pulls you close and this time, you don’t fight him. You fold yourself against him, crying harder when you are met with the hard sharp planes of his new body, instead of his usual soft edges that always seemed to embrace you right back. “I’m right here.” 

He lets you cry into his chest until, after what seems like hours, you finally drift off into an uneasy sleep, the front of his shirt still damp with your despair. 

But it doesn’t take much longer to find a new normal. 

He still smiles at you the same way as the day you met, a little sheepish and a little shy even after all this time. 

He still does that thing where he intertwines his fingers with yours, his touch a little evasive, teasing you a bit before finally pressing your palms together. 

He still holds you for as long as you need, always letting you be the first one to pull away. 

He still quietly fills the pages of sketchbooks that he hides on your bookshelf. 

He still eats so slowly, taking his time at your dining table because even a slightly bigger portion than normal used to make him sick. 

He still looks at the most terrible parts of humanity and decides that the world is worth saving. 

You slowly get used to the fact that he can reach the higher cabinets in your kitchen now, that he no longer falls ill at each turn of the season, and that while you will never get to see your Steve again—even though you think of him often—this Steve is right: he never really left. 

And when you’ve forgiven him, because there really was no question about it, when you’re ready to give yourself to him again, you’re both a bit nervous and awkward. 

It takes a little bit of dancing to get used to each other’s bodies again; you’re much smaller compared to him now, and he’s afraid he’ll forget his newfound strength and inadvertently hurt you somehow. 

But, much like you did before when he was small and inexperienced, he guides you and you eagerly follow. He lets you come to him, allows you to set the pace and boundaries of how far you’re willing to go, and he always looks at you the same. He even says it again—

“I can’t believe you’re here with me,” he croaks, so close you can smell his aftershave. 

It’s moments like these when you fully realize that while the serum changed him on the outside, it never touched what was inside. As always, he handles you with the utmost care, pulling you cautiously onto his lap, his hands gently cradling either side of your face as he drinks you in, eyes darting back and forth across your face before he finally leans in to kiss you. 

His eyes never once leave yours, even as you abandon your dress and undergarments on the bedroom floor. His fingertips slide down your sternum in a featherlight touch, down the valley between your breasts, before turning his hand over to brush his knuckles lightly over your rib cage, raising goosebumps in his wake. 

You stare into his familiar eyes, the ones that fill your vision with the clearest blue—as if you’re looking into a cloudless summer sky, just like the day you met the boy with a heart ten sizes too big for his chest—and you sigh in relief. 

“There you are,” you purr against his lips. 

His lips stretch into a smile, coaxing yours into doing the same. He remembers a promise he’d made to someone else not that long ago, and he promises it again—to you this time. 

That you will stay who you are. 

That he will never lose your Steve. 

fin.

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[nkn0va]

Helltaker request: Modeus, Azazel, Justice, and Pandemonica constantly stealing their S/O's hoddies even though it's a little big on them.

You know now that I think about it I do envision them as being on the shorter side

Man, I'm really skirting the line between NSFW and SFW when I write for Modeus, huh?

-You already know, Modeus does it out of horny.

-The first time she does so, it's when you're out of the house doing something, she usually sneaks into your room. This time though her eyes seemed to drift over to your closet, and she got an idea.

-She opened the door, scanning for what she wanted in particular before she found a hoodie of yours, and immediately pulled if off the hanger before she could even think.

-Putting it on, she starts to get turned on just by the smell and feel of it, reminding her of you. Just in less wholesome ways than what is traditionally expected.

-She doesn't really give a shit or think about being subtle about it, you eventually find out what she's been doing by the...distinctive smell on your hoodies you soon pick up on.

-Whether you decide to enable or attempt to stop this behavior is up to you, but regardless, she will be coming up with new ways to get her hands on your hoodies. What the power of horny does to a person...

-The complete fucking opposite of Modeus lmao.

-Spending her entire life up until she met you in Heaven, she's not used to the uncontrolled conditions of Earth, the realm of God having perfect, warm weather all the time. She gets cold extremely easily.

-It was currently the middle of December so winter was in full swing. Her normal coats weren't cutting it anymore now that the snow had decided to do a bit of trolling and break the heating system in the house.

-She really, really didn't want to take anything from you without permission, but at this rate she didn't have a choice if she didn't want to get sick, so she very reluctantly took a hoodie from your closet.

-You were larger than her by a fair bit, leading to the hoodie being one or two sizes too big. This does work out in warming her up though, to the point she loses track of time.

-You come home only to find the angel snuggled up in your hoodie, causing her to freeze up before apologizing very profusely, turning red as a cherry all the while. Please reassure her it's no problem and she can do it if she wants, she will love you even more for it once she can get over it.

-Out of everyone here, Justice is by far the most relax and upfront about things in general, this is no exception.

-She can't exactly see, but going through the clean laundry, she picked out a hoodie she'd never felt before, and figured it was yours. So she decided the only natural course of action was to put it on and ask how it looked.

-Does not give a fuck, will casually walk up to you and ask if it looks good on her. Spoiler: it does. She is not the awesome demon for nothing.

-You can definitely trust her more than most with your stuff, which Justice uses to wear your hoodies whenever she wants. It may be sweaty if she wears it after a workout or something but she's at least courteous enough to wash it after she's done without you needing to ask.

-You can't bring yourself to be mad at her, not when she's one of the only mentally sane demons out there.

-She does in fact rock your clothes, probably better than you do.

-Due to living in Hell her whole life until coming up to Earth with you, she's used to the infernal, burning environment, a bit too much. When winter or cold weather in general strikes, she falls apart, she was never one for the frontlines like Justice or Judgement.

Whenever she has to work one of these days, she'll announce that she's borrowing a hoodie from your closet before she retreats to her room to continue working.

-It's easy to sympathize with the tired demon, knowing that denizens of Hell were not accustomed to cold temperatures. It was only right of you to help her be as comfortable as possible while she's in your home.

-Speaking of such, bring her some coffee and put an air humidifier in her room while she's working, she will appreciate that more than she can put into words. Keeps her from getting sick while you're at it, which she cannot afford from how hard being a receptionist of Hell pushes her.

-(And it also helps lower your chances of getting your fingers broken when she's no longer tired which is definitely a plus.)

[bittersweetresilience]

reading year in review

companion post to my writing year in review... thank you @teafig for tagging me in this fun new variation and also always being so sweet... i did more than one for some months because i really have. so. many. bookmarks.

serious active interests at the time, sleeper fandoms or genres or pairings

JANUARY

The Arowana by chesslyfe5eva (Danganronpa, 6,486 words)

When Kiyotaka is born, his grandfather gifts the new parents a baby arowana.

i know, i know. danganronpa fic on here and it's not even komaeda. but this one is so insane it grips me. i've never so enjoyed reading about original characters.

The Dog, Untrained by Anonymous (Disco Elysium, 12,950 words)

An exploration of those Cuno has lost, those he's gained, and those he can't let go.

this and the arowana are both from nemali bookmarks and oh. my. god. they possess me. non linear narratives. minor character character studies.

annotated by ritsukies (Miraculous Ladybug, 4,351 words)

Félix and Marinette share a quiet moment together in the shared space of Adrien's bedroom.

JANUARY WAS FELINETTE MONTH FOR THE COSHRIMPERS. all the fics in this series are killer but this one specifically eats my brain. reminds me of the first few picnics... the start of spouse house...

FEBRUARY

Blueberry passion fruit by @ninadove (Miraculous Ladybug, 5,486 words)

He walked up to the counter, because he could not think of anything else to do. For all those times he had rehearsed their reunion, he had failed to consider the most obvious scenario: Adrien might want to run away once more.

this fic was notable to me because it was the first time i had enjoyed a coffee shop au in quite a while. i did fall a little in love with nina writing.

MARCH

sailor's knot by nailgunstigmata (Dungeon Meshi, 5,345 words)

The dangers of the dungeon are plentiful. Some of them are of the moral kind.

FUCKED UP CHILAIOS YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS TO ME. this is the fic i remember blowing me away, briefly but for realsies.

APRIL

The Only Love We Keep by @nemaliwrites (Miraculous Ladybug, 6,935 words)

Five times Zoé’s love wasn’t reciprocated, and one time it was.

i'm obsessed with nemali fic. i almost put in pursuit of the uneatable too. this one obliterates me especially. i love zoé so dearly.

Terrycloth Mother by rowdymouse (Earthbound, 4,325 words)

Tony's faced with a hard task: providing Jeff all the love he never got and desperately needs.

i read this fic and it was so good and so chilling it immediately shot onto my all time favorite fanfiction list.

MAY

in the light of the red moon by @purplecatghostposts (Miraculous Ladybug, 29,317 words)

Félix succeeds in bringing Marinette back. Adrien, Kagami, and Marinette are now trapped in an empty world, unless they can either convince Félix to bring everyone back, or do it themselves. Meanwhile, Félix slowly learns of the consequences of pushing the Miraculous of Emotion past its limits.

i can't say more that this fic is literally my émotion dream fic. it's everything i ever wanted for félix.

My choice, despite everything by dezzert (Honkai: Star Rail, 88,188 words)

Episodes of Gepard and Sampo throughout the years, and what they learn about themselves through each other.

such a well written character and relationship study. i was never that into sampard in the first place but this fic makes me understand it.

JUNE

in the heat of the moment by sesame_seed (Honkai: Star Rail, 4,273 words)

Jing Yuan tries not to mind. His instincts are the least important part of him, after all.

AAAAAAAA RENJING TIME RENJING TIME RENJING TIME FINALLY. i'm getting emotional about it. this is one of the first renjing fics that inspired me to write my own renjing. i recommend all of this author's fics, especially on the beach and sandalwood and ash.

only the mountain remains by questioningly (Honkai: Star Rail, 10,195 words)

Ever since his return from the frontlines, Jing Yuan has been acting strange, and Dan Feng and Yingxing can't seem to figure out why.

this one's jingrenheng and it won't happen again but holy shit. i remember texting autumn about a particular line in this one, about yingxing having sex with jing yuan being just one of the ways in which he will live forever, and i'm still breathless about it. holy shit.

Sweet Dreams by vahveroinen (Honkai: Star Rail, 1,059 words)

Sunday teaches Aventurine a lesson.

i wish i had done penacony in july because this is too many fics but alas, i read my way through, like, 10 different tags in june. if i'm limiting myself to one aventurine fic it's this one. i forgot i loved somnophilia until i read this fic.

JULY

在路上 by Sweetie_tianyang (Honkai: Star Rail, 221,914 words)

艾利欧的剧本已然走到终点，在死亡如期而至前，刃想最后做一件事情。

i've been translating this fic for over three months now. it's one of my favorite fics ever and i need everyone to read it right now. it is the DEFINITION of renjing. also, i actually bookmarked it on june 30 but reading took a while and i obviously kept thinking about it and i don't have any other favorites in july. sorry to all the june fics i had to skip.

AUGUST

What Real Human Beings Do by @nemaliwrites (Miraculous Ladybug, 1,029 words)

There are ghosts living inside of you.

nemali, i think we should marry.

人不如猫糕 by breaddog003612 (Honkai: Star Rail, 8,845 words)

景元领养了芝麻酥跟糯米团后，某日跟前男友电刀调情被两只猫糕看到了……

you ever love an author so much they unlock your bestiality kink. every time i get an update from this author i get so happy. i love all of this author's jing yuan harem fics and renjing scenes. blade having a child kink is so so SO unbelievably true. i have to lie down about this.

for the hope of it all by @asukiess (Miraculous Ladybug, 9,000 words)

"in five years, there’s a house on the water. adrien’s fumbling with the rope knot keeping our sailboat tied to the dock. you’re watching him from the sand.” a pause, and then: “alive, i might add.”

autumn writing so good it makes you realize you have to read more classic literature to keep up.

SEPTEMBER

不xx就出不去的房间 by Acat3 (Honkai: Star Rail, 26,389 words)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA okay i admit i have only fully read the renjing chapter of this fic but by god i have reread it constantly. feiyuan too. i need to be more horny.

To bring back the fire in her eyes by @ninadove (Miraculous Ladybug, 2,074 words)

“No drink for you tonight,” Colt announced, the triumphant accent thundering down her spine. “It’s bad for the baby.”

obsessed with this fic and also its sequel. amélie. horror. amélie.

OCTOBER

性与爱的莫比乌斯环 by Acat3 (Honkai: Star Rail, 15,946 words)

this fic is so balls to the walls crazy it actually makes me sick. it's so good. i'm frothing at the mouth over it. it's horrible. i love it. please give me more of it immediately. this is also the fic that unlocked freak time with ishi ni sun and for that i will sloppy it infinity.

waiting room by @mostmagical (Mass Effect, 6,565 words)

When Shepard wakes up after everything, Garrus isn't there. And neither is anyone else.

my favorite nicole mass effect fic... it does remind me of 大鱼 but most of all it reminds me of my mostbeloved. and character study.

NOVEMBER

Alma de araña by @ninadove (The Shadow of the Wind, 2,177 words)

The boy you’ll die for peels away from his thoughts, and smiles.

nina writing has been consistently stunning me but this fic was truly a masterpiece. a plus plus plus. you will enjoy whether or not you know the book series.

i don’t want this to end, i just wanna be your friend by bishakespeare (Night in the Woods, 4,414 words)

Five times Casey saved Gregg and one time Gregg couldn’t save Casey.

uuuUUUUUGGGGGHHAAAAUUUUAAAAAUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAA. i got extremely crazy about night in the woods again, if briefly, and this fic. this fic is everything.

call & response by MOKANA (The Bright Sessions, 30,302 words)

Damien sleeps with every character: the fic.

i CANNOT overstate how good this is. porn with narrative and character study. got me reading top damien. lord almighty.

DECEMBER

reasons to stay by sulkybender (Arcane, 1,927 words)

After a while, he starts to think about reasons to live.

i have to sink my teeth into all of this author's fics. prose so good it opens up the world for me.

aside from my beloved friends whom i happened to tag already, hauling @isabugs @celestialtitania @monpetitchattriste @blur0se @heartfulselkie @coffeebanana into this. show me the fics, spouses.

[razorblade180]

While I love Amber dearly as she is, I got curious - if you could upgrade or entirely change her kit to put her on a five-star level (or alternatively, as strong as she could be in the lore of how you view your Genshin playthrough, with all her training and seniority), how would you do it?

I feel like somewhere on this blog I’ve talked about a supportive Amber before but the second half of your question is thought provoking in a new way.

What sucks is in a lot of way, Lyney really took main mechanics of Amber.💀

For the sake of keeping her identity, the bow stays. I’m thinking unique enhanced charge shots that are the size of one of Tighnari’s burst arrows. What makes them special is not only would the size make it easier to hit enemies close together, but the arrow is piercing. We’ll call them Scouting Arrows

Rework her skill to be a better Baron Bunny that has a stronger taunt and doesn’t get flung away to create more opportunities to hit multiple enemies. By either using the skill or hitting more than one enemy with a single arrow, the time to charge the next arrow essentially doesn’t exist at all; that way it creates a sharpshooter style of combat I think an Outrider would be an expert at.

Her burst would be a reference to the WEBTOON and let’s call it Flaming Vanguard; she’d create a pyro shield and lose her enhanced charges, but gain an infusion on her normal attack arrows for a short time that are weaker than charge shots obviously but stronger than normal arrows. Her skill would also temporarily changes to a scatter shot of flaming rocks in front of her. (I’m never getting over that)

When the burst state ends, if the shield wasn’t already destroyed, it will vanish and Amber gains a single free enhanced shot with a multiplier that’s higher than her other enhanced shots called Outrider’s Arrow; her cooldown on her next Barron Bunny is also reduced. Cause, y’know…

She can keep her gliding passive. As for her second passive, considering Ganyu exists, I think it would reasonable for Amber to gain a crit dmg bonus whenever facing multiple enemies, but gain a crit rate buff instead when there’s only one. That somewhat helps compensate for the fact in boss fights she wouldn’t have the opportunity to sharpshoot as often since there’s only one enemy to hit.

So in essence, a mid to long range DPS with a core play style that shows her proficiency in archery as well as her job as Outrider; with an elemental burst that shows her personality by Amber being able to temporarily rush into the frontline when other party members need help.

I’m feeling silly right now so I suppose I’ll think of constellations.

C1 Team Player- When Flaming Vanguard state ends, the rest of the party gains an atk buff based on total atk

C2 Double Trouble- Two charges of Barron Bunny and Scatter Shot! (I know she has that in game, and honestly it’s too good to not have that in this hypothetical)

C3 Outrider, the One and Only- Normal attack talent increase

C4 Survival Expert- Scatter Shot and normal attacks performed in Flaming Vanguard independently grant a certain amount of pyro damage bonus up to a certain amount. The bonus ends after firing an Outrider Arrow.

C5 Favonious Hardwork- Talent level on burst increases. (This would effect shield absorption and Outrider Arrow conversion multiplier since it’s already getting the benefit of increased dmg from leveling charge attacks)

C6 A Granddaughter’s Oath- Shooting a Barron Bunny will now automatically detonates it. Deploying a Barron Bunny instantly gains one Outrider Arrow. Upon detonation, gain another Outrider Arrow.

Unintentionally this kit has not only made Mondstadt’s god of wind one of her best teammates in mob situations, but her and Collei would do well in a burning team alongside characters like, Sucrose, Emilie, and even reverse melt Kaeya. Not my intention in the slightest but hey, that works out pretty well in a satisfying way.

By the way can you tell that after nearly four years Amber is still easily one of my favorite characters?

[cyborg-squid]

god the thing that's fucking me up the most about Nona the Ninth is. class traitor Griddle Kiriona. like i guess it makes sense, from the beginning, while she was never into the Ninth House, she was very into the Cohort and the Empire, the idea of military service being her only distraction from the living hell that was Drearburh. and then her sacrifice at the end of GtN, she's been fed military propaganda all her life, of course she figures the only thing to do at the end of the line is a heroic self-sacrifice. Not what John planned all along for Lyctorhood but it certainly helps to, he'd wanted the Canaan House trials to have a bit more in the way of 'informed consent' (he did used to be a scientist, after all) but imagine if you've got a half dozen cavaliers, having been fed a steady diet of military propaganda, saying "Anything for you, my midnight hagette!" and feeding themselves to their necros, and boom you've got 8 or so new Lyctors!

jumping back to Gideon, she's hurt when Harrow refuses to fully eat her, that Harrow lobotomizes herself to avoid doing so, not understanding that Harrow is refusing to buy into that idea of sacrifice and consumption as love, that (as illustrated by Pal and Cam) devotion alone is enough. it can't just be one, it can't just be the other, it has to be synthesis, something that nary a necromancer before had attained (with John intervening when they were about to).

and then God tells Gideon that, yeah she was right all along, she was someone special even back on Drearburh, she's the most special anyone could ever be, she's God's favorite princess. his literal child. and then she's thrown into an endless frontline battle, whatever's going on Antioch.

i forget where i was going with this but. ouuugh. Gideon why. okay i do get why. but please don't.

[twopoppies]

(Initial barry cheating pr anon) People are missing the point, it’s not whether it’s a fake or real relationship, if cheating story really is a pr strategy or an occasional blown out gossip (pretty sure gossips are tipped off by pr teams anyways), they could be whatever and it still wouldn’t be our business to harass, bully and stalk them and their families

The case here being the stan culture as a whole separate industry, that is a bonus money grab for businesses, is detrimental to the celebrity in question (privacy invasion, devaluation, harassment, bullying etc) and the fact that it turned into an ugly voyeuristic circus. DM along with pop crave/base are the frontliners of gossip and celebrity surveillance playing their role these days. People turned into sugar dependent babies with the way they hook them up on the “unbelievably romantic fairytale stories” and then crashing them with “bitter sour sad endings”.

God hope my ramblings make sense it’s too late but I’m too eager

No, I get what you’re saying. You’re very right. People like the drama. And it’s dangerous.

And sites like DeuxMoi only add to it.

In reference to this

https://www.tumblr.com/twopoppies/769315700869398528/gina-hello-idk-if-youre-following-but-theres

Why is Tumblr such a dick? Sometimes I can hyperlink. Sometimes I can’t.

[holywaterinmybong]

Blessed are the righteous

—

A sunlight hurting glance

Your shadow’s who I really be

Not susceptible to pills

Say “manage it with therapy”

Soulmate lifetime comradeship

With you just temporarily

Face to fist, I’m off my shit

Allegedly, apparently

Face to fist

And blade to wrist

But everyone keeps talking

‘Bout who I texted, who I kissed

or who I’m currently fucking

Since what you took or what you did

Forever what you’re meant for

I’m everyone I’ve ever hit

Or hated to my core

Now the city grows smaller

You won’t find me here

Anymore, not in cinema stalls

Or in words of a prayer

On thé lips of whoever

Claimed that they still miss me

Not always about me

At least the police

Will not know any name

That at once I went by

Just a new case this month

And a dead junkie guy

I will make this about me once more

Actually

‘Cause you all said I’m crazy

And then claimed to be free

Claimed to reach your potential

Or a new way of coping

This place got so cold

And now my neck I’m roping

“Won’t see you again”

“Don’t call me”

Here’s to hoping!

A try and a fail

On a balcony rail

On the end of a switchblade

Or a 44 mag

In a bathtub too shallow

Or red plastic bag

The righteous I bless

It’s a hard path to walk by

Bite down on my fist

For I tried, I’d still try

But I’d kill for each person

That I claimed to love

From the kindness of strangers

To a god sent white dove

Who is here nonetheless

Though I’m her biggest stress

If I hurt anyone

I do not second guess

A decision that spares

Or redeems me at least

Now the sun’s going down

And I’m facing the east

Got a fucking long list

Of the people i owe

From first grade scraped up knees

To club stalls lined with blow

Not a lifestyle I want to

Be remembered by

I lied, man, don’t know

If I still can get high

Like I lied about classes

And lied that I’m bi

I lie about loving

And loving to lie

Got too many people

With shit to address to

Don’t want to frighten

Or hurt or depress you

But In the trenches we’ll meet

If you once more fall lower

On a radio call

“Six feet under, man. Over”

Come find me

Weren’t you

At some point my best friend?

know you didn’t replace me

Message I didn’t send

Hope you do it real soon

Like the rest of the gang

And one day you’ll all meet

And alone I will hang

Out of options, ideas

I’ve already got

All I could ever need

Leave it out for the rot

Half of me on the frontlines

Half at our old smoke spot

[bestworstcase]

We’re all having fun here, so following the throughline of the possibility that Summer trained Cinder, and Summer instilled her ideals of what it means to truly be a huntress in Cinder: Do we think there was any turmoil, delicious conflict, between Summer, Cinder, and Salem after Atlas fell and Summer’s daughters died? (reports of their deaths were greatly exaggerated) Does Summer double down after that loss? Does doubt creep in, as it must have before with Oz? If Summer left to right a grievous wrong, and to make the world safer for her daughters, FREE their world, and lost Yang & Ruby before she could return to them. How do you see the fallout of her daughter’s “alleged” deaths impacting Summer’s resolve? How much has Cinder divulged? The same lie she told Salem? Does she tweak it for her audience? If Summer replicates Rhodes in her mind, how does Cinder parry Summer’s anguish and fury? I love the image of Summer defending Cinder from attack and all the implications to their relationship. Oooo I want it to be messy and fraught! Let it hurt! Reveal the core of tragedy, love and grief.

i think abt this a normal amount :)

(<- has written fic. one day i’ll polish it up and post it but only god knows when)

my first presupposition is that it will be salem who tells summer what happened. how she does so will depend upon what additional details she is able to coax cinder into sharing with her whilst en route to beacon and what she may be able to extrapolate from that information: if salem knows of the ever after (as her allusion to the blacksmith in WOR: aura implies), and she can get cinder to tell her how team rwby “died,” i think she might feel relatively confident that summer’s daughters are neither dead nor in an especially dangerous predicament.

in that case, the news salem shares with summer is that her daughters fell through the staff during the battle for atlas and are in all likelihood alive in another realm, one to which the staff can create an entrance. this is not altogether bad news; at worst summer has a different set of worries than before (her daughters are on the frontlines -> her daughters are in an otherworld and might face unknown dangers). the tension in this scenario arises from the implicit promise that salem intends to rescue summer’s daughters from this other place once the war has been ended, which will no doubt infuriate cinder.

otherwise, if either salem doesn’t know about the ever after or cinder refuses to elaborate, salem does have to tell summer that her daughters are dead. that is a kind of grief salem understands intimately—she is still, still mourning her own daughters and hating herself for causing their deaths—and if she cares for summer even the tiniest bit i think it will be very difficult for her to say. but the reason i think it will nevertheless be salem who breaks the news is that she cannot lose cinder too; one reason this situation is so juicy is that it’s… this again:

except this time it is salem finding herself in hazel’s shoes as the bearer of bad news with consequences she expects to fall upon someone she wants desperately to protect from harm. “i take full responsibility”/“but that wouldn’t be fair, now, would it? we all know who’s truly to blame.”

for cinder fall, spring can wait. if there is anyone in the world salem would lie for, anyone in the world for whom she would take the blame for something she did not do, it’s cinder. and if there is anyone in the world who knows salem well enough to perceive that she’s lying and understand why, it’s summer.

i do think that salem cares for summer as much as she does cinder and that summer likewise cares for both salem and cinder; the narrative purpose of isolating These Three together at beacon under these circumstances at this juncture is unclear if they don’t. there is also a great deal of trust between salem and summer rose: salem has no doubt of summer’s loyalties after more than a year without progress in vale, summer had to trust that salem would keep her word to spare yang and ruby. (which salem did.)

so:

telling summer that her daughters are dead is going to be very distressing for salem; she knows exactly how painful it will be for summer to hear. but she has to protect cinder. because she can’t be sure how summer will react, the safest course is to take the blame herself. if that means summer hates her, betrays her, leaves her, so be it.

summer has known salem for fourteen years, and she’s quite likely known cinder longer than she knew her own daughters. she has also had fourteen years to think about the path she chose and ample opportunity in these last sixteen to eighteen months to change her mind. if she knows salem well enough to see her distress and realize the lie, what runs through her mind in that moment? (salem would not have killed her daughters, nor allowed them to be harmed if she could stop it; but cinder had reason to want ruby dead, and salem can’t bear to lose her.)

i think, for summer, what it probably comes down to is not trust or sunk cost but the choice to forgive or not. because she could retaliate, if she chose. summer has silver eyes. cinder murdered her daughters.

but. fourteen years, she’s been working with salem; cinder is also the girl she trained, and sixteen, eighteen months ago when summer got to the top of beacon tower, she chose to get cinder to safety and left ruby lying there unconscious. does she not also care for them? is she not also agonizingly aware that she is as responsible for the deaths of her children as salem is, for igniting this war in the first place? can she not also understand why cinder felt the need to do the things she did?

it’s such an awful, impossible thing, but summer’s heart has always been split down the middle by the fault lines of this war, and the woman who killed her daughters is the one she chose to protect over ruby the last time she had to make the choice, that night atop beacon tower. is there any question of vengeance when this is her family too?

which is the second crack in cinder’s view of the world and will, i suspect, take salem very much by surprise also. AND THEN THERE’S TAI… to whom cinder is just a murderer. he’s the wildcard because i truly have no idea how he might react, other than really badly.

but for summer i think the emotional center of gravity has to be forgiveness, both for narrative reasons and based on what the clues we’ve been given about her fate hint about who she is. the conversations in the ruins of beacon will be very interesting to watch.

[spiralstereo]

THE LONG AWAITED SUBSPACE LORE POST.... yes im insane i have all this lore to explain subspace's surname. i am batshit

anyways @luckyfailuregirl COME GET YO JUICE.... lore under the cut prepare yourselves

what if i told you guys that subspace was originally part of a 'family'? a cult? imagine a huge 'family' full of a bunch of demons with tripmine gears, & they all had the surname 't. mine'

so who's behind this cult? who leads it? allow me to introduce you to-

DUAL (short for dual subspace tripmine). yes the same dual that's the elder god of reality & destruction, the same dual that's glaive/iron lotus & mystic tide's biological parent. the same dual.

dual, upon their defeat by iron lotus, was imprisoned deep within the inpherno, in the deepest & most secure cell banland had. they were imprisoned for several thousand years, before they broke out, blasting through the ground & being the very reason there are layers to the inpherno

dual, enraged & upset from being imprisoned & defeated, essentially forgotten by the inphinity, & still pissy as hell from being defeated by their own child- came up with an absolutely terrible idea. if their children didnt love them, they'd start a new family. they'd create an army to reclaim their former glory

so they literally ripped a hole in reality, creating their 'own layer', their own little pocket dimension. this place is known as the place of no stars

the place of no stars is a gallery, a empty place where pieces & fragments of civilizations, worlds, & peoples that they've destroyed all float throughout the atmosphere like artifacts on display at a museum. trophies. a thick fog surrounds the endless tall grassy fields, barely concealing the horrors of this twisted world.

after miles & miles of endless plains, floating crumbled pieces of worlds, thick fog & cold winds, there is a manor that is home to this so called 'family'

there are many 't. mines', each one of them having a specific purpose that was picked carefully by dual themselves. their goal is to fulfill that purpose, to live up to expectations & nothing more. be nothing more then a mindless soldier

each t. mine is marked with a symbol, a magical & enchanted symbol on them-

this is the mark of the iron lotus. you might be confused on why dual didnt use their own special mark or make a new one, & the answer is because they dont care. they believe whatever glory their children have, is also their glory. they did it out of spite

so, as we know- subspace is not like that. so how did he become who he was?

subspace was a warped child, curious & adventurous. his goal was to assist his 'siblings', stay to the side & never be on the frontline. he wanted more though.

curiosity got the best of him one day as he slipped out one day, walking for miles & miles in the middle of the night, somehow escaping through the hole of this 'world', seeing the inpherno for the first time since spawn. he was amazed, curious, adventurous. he saw those great mountains in the distance & made it his goal to learn more about them

so he walked, & walked. for days, coming very close to death. upon his arrival- he was nearly killed, but he lived from the pity & mercy of one guard at the border. he was 'adopted' & welcomed into blackrock

being brainwashed & clueless, not knowing any better, he idolized...questionable people. he was never properly raised, never taught how to really be a person, & always left unsupervised- so he was ruined. he became a horrible person

he continued to idolize those terrible government officials, & continued to indulge in horrible acts, making him the man he is today. that seems to have worked out well for him though, seeing as how he's literally been adopted by the leader of blackrock herself

pulse actually took such interest into him because of his strange & unknown upbringing & backstory, that alongside his 'bright mind'. shes always wanted kids ok lol

ANYWAYSSSSS.....yeah. thats it. PLEASEEEEEEEEE send me asks... /nf

[ilikedyourablogithere]

some more Digimon Liberator stuff

cool promo art

guess the villains of this story is going to be some other digital lifeform rather than an evil digimon

or maybe those are just robot foot soldiers

also who ever the bad guys are they appear to REALLY like using Imperialdramon (Black)

you can even see the silouette of one in the first reveal trailer

Some of the new characters names

Owen Dreadnought (Red) and Zenith (Blue)

Owen Dreadnought (god I love that name ) and his brand new digimon

seeing how he's in the frontline going to guess he's the hotheaded type of red anime guy

Glasses is with Sangomon

Drill tails is with Ghostmon

And finally girl *squinting eyes* holding a gun (?) is with Sunarizamon

Don't see Cool Boy (Shinji?) and Omekamon or Zenith and BEMmon anywhere in the promo art

they probably just show up later in the story and hopefully this doesn't mean anything ominous

anyways getting pretty close to the webcomic starting

can't wait! (well actually I can but you know what I mean)

[buckyssoldat]

Chapter 51: War

Warnings: strong language, death, mentions of blood, grief

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

Give me all your love now

'Cause for all we know

We might be dead by tomorrow

Bucky and Alice made their way down to the entrance, where everyone was already gathered, patiently awaiting their arrival. Once the two of them got there, Natasha put her arm around Alice’s waist, pulling her closer to her side and offering her a kind smile. Steve stared at Alice for a few seconds, trying to read her mind and waiting for some kind of reaction. She simply nodded at him, and he reciprocated. They both understood what that gesture meant.

Thanos’ ships started hitting the dome surrounding Wakanda. Some sighed in relief, until they witnessed the ships landing outside the protective barrier. The team divided themselves into groups so they could go to the battlefield inside the Wakandan jets.

“I got two heat signatures breaking through the three line,” Rhodey, who was flying on his suit, said over the coms.

Alice disembarked from the jets and went to the frontline, between Natasha and Bucky. They watched the two Thanos’ lackeys slowly approach the dome. Steve, T’Challa and Nat approached them, attempting to dissuade them from battle, although it was useless.

“They surrender?” Bucky ironically asked upon Steve's return.

“God, I hope not,” Alice mumbled as she closed her fists together. Killing Thanos and his army wouldn't bring Loki back, but she yearned for revenge.

The rest of the army started to approach the dome. T’Challa and the Wakandans began their war cries.

“What the hell,” Bucky exclaimed, taken aback by the creatures about to confront them. This was unfamiliar territory for him, but not for Alice. She had already faced the Chitauri in New York, so that part was easy for her.

Natasha looked around at the army, running towards the dome, “Looks like we pissed her off.”

“They’re killing themselves,” Okoye exclaimed in horror as she witnessed the Outriders attempting to breach the dome but getting dismembered instead.

A few of the creatures managed to breach the dome. The Wakandans activated their shields and launched spears at them.

“Let’s go,” Alice said as she grabbed a gun and stared shooting them, along with Bucky.

It was easy for them to kill the ones that were inside, but the situation changed once they began circling the barrier. Alice exchanged a concerned look with Bucky, who mirrored her unease.

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us… there’s nothing between them and Vision,” Bruce pointed out what Alice was thinking at that moment.

“Then we better keep ‘em in front of us,” Steve gritted his teeth.

Okoye turned to her king, “How do we that?”

“We open the barrier,” T’Challa put his finger to his ear, “On my signal, open North-West Section 17.”

As the impending battle loomed, Bucky turned to Alice, his grip firm on her hands, his heart pounding with unspoken words. Though his lips parted, no sound emerged, his fear of rejection holding sway over his thoughts.

Confusion briefly clouded Alice’s expression, but then understood what he was trying to tell her.

“I-” Bucky began, his voice faltering, the weight of his emotions palpable.

Alice warm smile eased his nerves, her gentle squeeze a reassurance. “I know, Buck. I know.”

Unbeknownst to them, the Wakandans had already begun the preparations, awaiting their king’s command. It was about to begin. With a reluctant release of hands, but before turning towards the impending battle, she kissed him on the cheek, which caught Bucky off guard. He smiled at the ground, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. It was not the best time for their romance to start, so he had to focus.

“WAKANDA FOREVER!” T’Challa’s resounding cry echoed through the air, rallying his warriors as they surged forward.

In the rush towards the designated section of the dome, Alice sped up, joining Steve and T’Challa at the forefront. With a swift motion, she drew her double-edged sword, her movements fluid as she leaped into action. Propelling herself forward, she jumped right on top of the creatures, sticking her sword on their necks and killing them.

After taking care of the Outriders encircling her, Alice scanned the chaos of the battlefield, her heart pounding with concern as she searched for Bucky. Relief washed over her as she spotted him, firing his machine gun at the enemy, which made her sigh in relief. He was okay.

But her relief was short-lived as an Outrider overwhelmed Bucky, sending his weapon clattering to the ground before knocking him down. Alice’s breath caught in her throat, her instincts urging her to rush to his aid. Yet, before she could intervene, a massive horde of Outriders charged at her, causing her to tumble to the ground with them. She screamed as she desperately tried to fight off the creatures that were on top of her.

In the midst of her struggle, Alice remembered Bucky being in danger. Summoning her strength, Alice struck the Outriders with a forceful blow, making them fly and hit the ground with force. She sprinted to Bucky’s side, grabbing the Outrider that was pinning him down and tearing it apart with her bare hands. He looked at her with shock, but that turned to a smile when she gave him her hand to help him get up.

“Thanks,” Bucky murmured, his gaze filled with astonishment and gratitude.

“Keep up, Buck,” Alice urged, her tone firm yet reassuring. However, her attitude changed as she surveyed the dire situation unfolding around them. They were losing. Badly. The Outriders were closing in from all sides. Despite her reluctance to harm her friends, Alice knew what needed to be done.

“Buck, stand close to me,” she instructed, a sense of urgency creeping into her voice.

“What are you gonna do?” Bucky questioned, concern etched on his features.

“Just trust me and stay behind me, okay?” Alice replied, still unsure about what she was about to do.

As Bucky nodded in compliance, Alice prepared herself for the drastic measure she was about to take – if she delivered a powerful blow to the ground with her whole strength, she could create a massive rift, which would kill some Outriders and distract the others. With a deep breath, she braced herself, her fists clenched in anticipation. But before she could unleash her strike upon the ground, a beam of light struck nearby, igniting a spark of hope within her weary heart. For she knew what that beacon of light meant: reinforcements were on the way.

“He’s alive,” Alice whispered, a glimmer of hope lighting up her features as she stared at the light. An axe with lightning was flying among them, killing the Outriders that it hit. Yet, as the light dissipated, so did her smile. Thor emerged, accompanied by a peculiar duo – a walking tree and a raccoon. Her heart sank as she scanned the scene, a pang of longing for Loki tightening her chest. Perhaps Nat and Bruce were right, maybe Loki was truly gone this time.

“You guys are so screwed now!” Bruce screamed with happiness, jolting Alice back to the grim reality of the battle. She rose to her feet, ready to face the enemy.

“BRING ME THANOS!” Thor thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield as he charged into the fight alongside the tree and the raccoon. With a mighty swing of his axe, lightning arced through the air, killing everything that crossed him.

Although Thor killed a lot of Outriders, there was still a fight going on. Alice fought alongside Bucky, now accompanied by the unexpected addition of the talking raccoon Thor had brought. Despite the seriousness of the situation, there was a hint of amusement in Alice’s eyes as she watched such a tiny creature wield his weapons with surprising proficiency, a surreal sight amidst the chaos of war.

“Come and get some, space dogs!” The raccoon’s voice cut through the chaos, punctuated by the rapid fire of his guns. In response, a horde of Outriders surged towards them. Bucky grabbed the raccoon by the back of his neck as they spun and fired their guns. “Come on! Get some! Get some!”

Meanwhile, Alice took care of some of the aliens with her double-edged sword. She mentally thanked Shuri for making it for her – it was way faster to kill them with two edges.

Once things calmed down, Bucky put down the raccoon. “How much for the gun?” the raccoon quipped, undiscouraged even in the middle of battle.

“Not for sale,” Bucky answered, focused on shooting the Outriders.

Not giving up, the raccoon persisted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Okay. How much for the arm?” Bucky stopped for a second and angrily stared at the animal. “Oh, I’ll get that arm.”

“Touch him and I’ll turn you into a fur coat,” Alice intervened, her voice laced with a warning.

The raccoon raised his hands in sign of defeat, “Okay, okay. I won’t touch your boyfriend.”

As the chaos of battle subsided, Alice found herself standing close to Bucky, their breaths mingling in the crisp air. The adrenaline of the fight still pulsed through their veins, but in that moment, there was a quiet intensity between them. Bucky turned to face Alice, his eyes searching hers with a mix of hesitation and longing.

“You good?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, her hand reaching out to gently touch his arm.

Bucky nodded, his gaze softening as he met her eyes. “I am. You?”

Her lips curved into a gentle smile, her fingers tracing a comforting pattern on his arm. “Yeah,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

Bucky found himself at a loss for words as he attempted to express his feeling to Alice. His embarrassment was palpable as he struggled to find the right words, his metal hand instinctively moving to cover his face in an attempt to hide his emotions.

“Look, about earlier, I… What I meant was…” Bucky’s voice trailed off as he tried to articulate his thoughts. Finding the words to confess to Alice about his feeling was not easy. “Okay, we don’t have a lot of time, so, I guess what I’m trying to say is that…” He paused again, taking another deep breath to try to compose himself. “What I mean is-”

But before Bucky could find the right words, Alice silenced him with a kiss. Caught off guard at first, Bucky’s hesitation melted way as he surrendered to the moment, his hands finding their place on her waist as he reciprocated the kiss with passion.

As their lips parted, a flush of shyness tinged Bucky’s cheeks, his gaze flickering away in embarrassment. “Um...” he mumbled, his voice barely audible amidst the rush of the battle. That kiss left him at a loss for words, unsure of how to navigate this newfound intimacy.

Alice, however, remained unfazed, her confidence shining through as she met his gaze with a reassuring smile. “I’ve been waiting for this since our date a few weeks ago.”

“You have?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Alice nodded, her smiled widening as she reached out to gently touch his shoulder. “Of course, Buck.”

Their exchanged was interrupted by the emergence of a new threat - giant metal wheels with blades emerge from underneath the barrier.

“We can talk about this later,” Alice said, her tone determined as she readied herself for battle. “For now, I have a giant purple alien to kill.”

Before Bucky could answer her, Alice was already charging towards the new danger. With a final glance back at her, Bucky readied himself for the fight ahead.

“Fall back! Fall back now!” T’Challa scream pierced through the chaos.

Just as Alice was about to reach the giant metal wheels, a sudden burst of red energy indicated Wanda’s arrival. With a flick of her wrists, she unleashed her magic, sending the war machines crashing to the ground, crushing countless Outriders beneath them. Alice screamed with happiness, but the battle was not over yet. She had to kill Thanos.

“Guys, we got a Vision situation here,” Sam’s voice crackled over the intercoms, drawing attention to the pressing matter at hand.

“Somebody get to Vision!” Steve’s command echoed through the chaos.

“I got him!” Banner answered.

Alice started running towards where Vision and Banner were. “Give me 5 minutes and I’ll be there!” she yelled over her shoulder as she sprinted.

Suddenly, a horde of Outriders came charging towards her, catching her off guard. Overwhelmed by them, Alice was knocked to the ground, their relentless attacks threatening to overpower her. But her determination to stop Thanos burned bright within her. With a fierce scream, she gathered her strength, unleashing powerful punches to fend off the attackers, determination fuelling every strike. Despite the odds stacked against her, Alice refused to be defeated. She had to save Vision and stop Thanos.

As Alice finally reached the scene, she was met with the sight of Steve fighting Corvus Glaive. The alien managed to knock Steve down and was choking him. With a surge of adrenaline, she rushed towards them, leaping onto Corvus Glaive’s shoulders, her grip unyielding as she grabbed his head and tore it from his body in a swift, gruesome motion.

“Ugh, gross!” Alice recoiled with disgust as she cleaned the blood that had splattered across her face. Steve stared at her in shock, his disbelief mirrored in his wide-eyed expression. The way she had killed Corvus Glaive was brutal, even for her, but it was a reminder of the lengths she was willing to go in order to stop Thanos. “What? I wish it had been Thanos, but this dude had it coming.”

“Thank you, Alice,” Steve finally managed, his gratitude tinged with a hint of unease. He then helped Vision get up. “I thought I told you to go.”

“We don’t trade lives, Captain,” the android answered him, still out of breath from his injuries.

As they began to escort Vision back to safety, a sudden disturbance halted their progress. Setting Vision down, Alice and Steve went ahead, drawn by an ominous feeling that hung in the air. Once they got into a clearing, their eyes turned skyward, the wind swirling around them in anticipation.

“Everyone, on my position. We have incoming,” Steve’s voice crackled over the intercoms, a note of urgency in his tone.

“He’s here…” Alice murmured, her gaze fixed on the darkening sky.

Suddenly, in a cloud of black smoke and blue light, Thanos appeared before them.

“Cap…” Banner started, “That’s him.”

“Eyes up. Stay sharp,” Steve cautioned, his voice steady despite the tension that gripped them all.

“Buck?” Alice’s voice cut through the commotion, urgency colouring her words. “Buck, listen to me. Do not come here. Stay where you are. Buck?”

“I’m coming!” Bucky’s response echoed through the intercoms.

As everyone launched themselves towards Thanos, their desperation fuelling their attacks, Alice watched in horror as their efforts were easily dismissed by the titan’s power. Despite their combined strength, Thanos remained an unstoppable force and he now possessed four of the Infinity Stones. Her heart sank as she witnessed Bucky being thrown against a tree. Steve was now trying to take down Thanos, but the titan punched Cap in the head, knocking him out instantly. Everyone was down. Alice, Wanda, and Vision were the only ones left. And she knew what she had to do – if Wanda was ready to sacrifice the love of her life, she was ready to sacrifice herself.

“You killed him…” Alice’s voice trembled with fury as she confronted Thanos. “You killed him!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Thanos replied, his indifference only fuelling her rage.

“You killed Loki…” She continued staring at him, ready to fight. “And now I’m gonna rip your fucking head off!”

With a piercing scream, Alice launched herself towards Thanos, her senses consumed by a storm of rage and grief. Thanos tried to use of his stones against Alice, but she managed to dodge the attack. Rage had consumed her and there was nothing that could stop her from getting her revenge. When she finally managed to get close to Thanos, she grabbed one of her knives and stuck it right on his neck, her every fibre focused on delivering justice for Loki.

For a brief moment, triumph seemed within reach as Thanos’s expression wavered. But as his smile spread across his face, Alice’s hope turned to fear.

With terrifying ease, Thanos disarmed her and grabbed her by the throat, his grip tightening with each passing moment. As darkness closed in around her, Alice tried to fight against the crushing weight of his grasp, her defiance undiminished even in the face of certain death.

“You would have been the perfect daughter to me…” Thanos’s voice cut through the air, his words laced with a strange mixture of regret and malice. It was almost as if he was trying to comfort her. “But now, you will die. Just like your Loki.”

With each word, Thanos’s grip on her neck tightened, cutting off her air supply as death threatened to take her. Alice wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Struggling against his iron grasp, she felt chill of impending death closing in around her, a bitter acceptance settling in her heart. To die at the hands of the monster who had taken the love of her life from her felt like a cruel twist of fate.

Wanda, who suddenly noticed what was happening to Alice, unleashed her magic powers, throwing Thanos aside and saving Alice from certain death. As Alice’s body hit against a tree, consciousness slipping away, the echoes of Wanda’s screams filled her ear.

When Alice finally regained consciousness, she found Natasha at her side, urgently pleading for her to wake up and pulling her back to reality. Groggily, Alice struggled to make sense of her surroundings, her mind still spinning from the trauma inflicted by Thanos.

“Nat?” Alice voice was hoarse as she searched for answers, her thoughts consumed by worry for Bucky. “Where’s Buck? Buck! BUCK!”

As panic began to rise within her, Alice’s gazed darted frantically between Steve and Thor. But before she could process their fearful expressions, a familiar voice reached her ears, filling her with hope.

“Alice?” Bucky’s voice cut through the chaos. With a sense of relief, Alcie turned towards him, ready to embrace him in her arms and never let him go. But her joy turned to horror as Bucky vanished before her eyes, reduced to nothing but a cloud of dust.

“NO!” Alice’s anguished cry pierced the air, her heart shattering into a million pieces as she fell to her knees, the weight of her loss crushing her from within. Turning to Thor, her eyes brimming with tears, she demanded answers, her world crumbling around her. “WHERE IS BUCKY? WHERE IS HE?!” But amidst the chaos and devastation, there were no answers, only the hollow emptiness of her grief.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, Alice trembled under the weight of her sorrow and disbelief. In the span of just one day, she had endured the unbearable loss of both Loki and Bucky, her heart torn apart by the cruel hand of fate. Each breath felt like a struggle, each beat of her heart a painful reminder of the gaping void left behind by their absence.

“Buck…” Her voice cracked as she called out his name, her desperate plea echoing into the silence that surrounded her. Yet, even as she clung to the flicker of hope that he might return to her, she deep down knew the truth. Bucky was gone, and Thanos had won.

Natasha’s embrace offered a fleeting sense of solace, but it was a thin comfort against the overwhelming tide of sorrow that threatened to consume her. Alice mourned not only the love she had lost, but also the future they would never share, the dreams they would never fulfil.

In the quiet depths of her despair, Alice grappled with the harsh new reality of their fate, each passing moment a painful reminder of the irrevocable loss that now defined her existence. And as she continued to cry, Natasha, Steve, and Thor could only stand by, silent witnesses to the profound anguish etched upon Alice’s tear-streaked face.

As grief threatened to consume her, Alice found herself unable to move, her limbs heavy with the weight of her sorrow. Steve decided to finally step forward, his expressing filled with concern as he gently scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

With Alice in his arms, Steve carried her towards Shuri’s lab. Thor and Natasha followed close behind.

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[artsy-hobbitses]

Hello!

I know there was a lot questions about Sideswipe and Strongarm( I adore these sillies) but I would love to know how their engagement went?

There's war goin on so they have to be relativly serious but do they wait till the end of an conflict? Who was more nervous? And most inportant how Sunny reacted?

Thank you!❤

And tell me  That we belong together And dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

At the point of time Sides and Strongarm realised that they love each other enough to want to spend a lifetime of good-natured bickering, surprise cuddles and stealing kisses during sparring sessions together, Shockwave has kind of fucked up and awoken what’s been dubbed as UNICRON in redacted government files, so y’know, there’s literally much, MUCH bigger things to be nervous about. 

But they do have a talk about it, about them, because there is a chance one or both of them will not come back from this, and this could be the end of whatever story they’re penning together. 

They might have to close that book and start a new one after the dust settles, and they’re frontliners who have to be pragmatic about it. It’s the nature of their job, they’ve known that since day one taking up that Autobot badge. 

It starts innocently enough, just post-fieldwork thank-god-you’re-back-alive snuggles and silly questions about where they saw themselves if the war was never here to take their minds off the creeping dread of having to face down whatever it is that Shockwave has wrought upon them, because by now it’s been a decade and it’s hard to think about a time before the war or imagine a life after it some days. 

But Sideswipe can imagine it now, more vividly than ever, and he shares his thoughts with Strongarm, who asks him in a half-hearted joking manner if he’s gonna stop pulling her leg because through all of what he’s saying, it’s not just him— it’s ��we”, it’s twisted sheets and listening to the rain at 2am over sweet nothings, it’s sleep-in mornings (imagine being able to wake up at 10am again IMAGINE) and puppy snuggles (he knows she’s always wanted a German Shepherd of her own but can’t justify getting a puppy in their current circumstances) and breakfasts at a cozy little table set for two (no more mess hall rush!), and stolen kisses before they leave for some mundane-ass totally normal day job where possible death isn’t on the agenda every time they clock in that punch card, and they can come home to a little piece of bliss that’s all their own and all that matters.

Sideswipe, 100% serious, makes a promise to her that if they make it out of this, it’ll be the first thing he asks her because ten years is more than long enough to decide that he wants the rest of whatever life he’s got left to be spent with her… but if he doesn’t—listen, if he doesn’t—he wants her to move on, find happiness in a better world with someone else because he loves her too much to have her be hung up over him, over pages left unwritten which will never be completed.

Strongarm calls him out again for having literally THE worst timing for these relationship milestones but reluctantly agrees, as long as he remembers this promise and does his best to come back to her because she’s gotten too use to having him as a sparring partner, and finding a new one is more hassle than she’s willing to deal with. (Note that Sideswipe at this point has said he loves her a couple of times, but she’s never really said it back. She’ll usually respond with ‘ditto’, reasoning that he clearly knows how she feels about him)

It’s a promise Sideswipe almost doesn’t get to keep—the ensuing battle nearly kills him (And would have, had it not been for Ratchet’s skills being temporarily boosted by his association with Alchemist Prime) and while he’s (barely) alive, he’s lost his dominant arm, has critical internal injuries and is in a two month-long coma.

Strongarm is a constant by his bedside (she and Sunny take shifts  making sure he doesn’t code and helping with daily therapy to limit his muscle atrophy—it’s around this time that their relationship improves markedly), and while she does try to keep things chipper and talks to him about how the war’s ended, the rebuilding efforts and all the super normal things they get to do now, one night the melancholy and despair sets in and she’s quietly pleading for him to wake up, because she can’t do this.

She thought she could be pragmatic about it, whole soldier’s coda of hope for the best and  prepare for the worst, but she’s not prepared to close their book, she’s not prepared to move on and be happy, and she’s so mad at him for insinuating that was even a possibility without him around. Because she doesn’t want to find someone else. It’s you, it’s always been you; For all the times she knew it killed you a little inside whenever life made you second-best to anything that mattered to you, there had never been anyone else for her from the day you answered her call while she laid dying in that alley and summarily made yourself the No.1 Prick of her heart. 

The next day, quite miraculously, he opens his eyes but is still non-responsive to stimuli.  Ratchet does gently try to temper Strongarm’s surging hopes for a full recovery with situational realism that it’s possible that he won’t be the same/won’t remember certain things and will need rehabilitation to re-learn how to function.

It’s clear however, through his blips of consciousness, that he’s struggling to communicate something between the more rapid blinking and finger twitches, and First Aid decides to get Wheeljack to rig up a little device to help him pick/tap out letters.

Sideswipe is still nonverbal and there’s no guarantee he can even figure out letters yet in his currrent state, but the first thing he manages to spell out is a very garbled “MRAYR EM?” and he slowly—but deliberately—winks at Strongarm.

And Strongarm—always stoic and professional with everyone else—just fucking openly bawls like she’s never bawled before, so much that it initially alarms Sunstreaker and First Aid, but she doesn’t care that it makes her like a madwoman for a hot second before they figure out what exactly Sides was trying to say that provoked this reaction.

Because—she’s laughing through messy, snotty sobs now—you remembered your promise, you remembered, and even when you’re busted to fuck and back and can’t spell for shit it’s the first thing you wanted her to hear, because you have the worst timing on earth and she loves you for it. 

She loves you, she loves you Sergio Saverio, she loves you for the stubborn, foolhardy, courageous, passionate hot mess that you are, she loves you, and the answer is Yes. 

His recovery is gradual and steady (That moment immediately improved Ratchet’s initially prognosis for him, because it showed that his memory was functional and his major neural pathways were still mostly connected), and she’s there every step of the way—it’s poetic bookends to the start of their relationship, when she took the leap of faith in trusting him and he tossed aside any misgivings he had about being involved with her to help save her life and heal from an injury which she was similarly told she wouldn’t fully recover from. 

Their engagement is over the period of a year, as his condition improves bit by bit (there are some things that are permanent—his reflexes/reaction times are shot, he can barely wield his sword, and getting used to his new prosthetic arm is a struggle especially given his circumstances, all of which make him feel even more self-conscious as an ex-soldier, but Strongarm and Sunstreaker both assure him that he’s still their Sideswipe, he’s still whole even if he can’t fight like he used to, and this world which he helped save is one where he never has to fight a day more in his life) and they’re taking this time together to finally do things ‘right’ and make up for his horrible timing as he likes to jest; going on fluffy dates, making a real home together, meeting the parents.

They also BOTH get rings for each other (Sideswipe goes to HotRod, Strongarm goes to Swerve, both who are ELATED to be able to craft non-weapons and keep the secret) and try to re-propose to each other ‘properly’ at the same time, which ends up with both of them bending the knee at the same time for each other over laughter because THE DRIFT IS TOO STRONG and also, who needs proper when this is more fun?

Sunstreaker’s the one who actually helped Sideswipe source a sapphire for the ring intended for Strongarm (he’s still got connections!), and after seeing his brother’s recovery and how Strongarm was there every step of the way, concurs that he was wrong—she’s exactly the right one for Sideswipe, and he’s genuinely never been happier that his baby brother, who’d been starved of love as a child and had always dreamed of a loving family because of that, finally has a chance at it. 

[cheemken]

I've been seeing your stuff of Iris and Drayton and OUGH they're siblings fr your honor!!

I love the idea of Iris being the older sibling! Someone that Drayton looks up to and is so proud of when she becomes Champ. Dyeing a single strand of his hair of purple to mimic her is so cute!

Keep thinking how the B2W2 attack on Opelucid would affect them. The potential for angst is there. But I also just want to see them hug AHH

Your honour please they are siblings🥺😭

Ough the attack on Opelucid too, but Iris wasn't there too right?? Imagine both of them weren't there bc Iris was at the league and Drayton was at school, imagine them hearing news of Plasma attacking their home, how their grandpa was fighting them off. Iris calling Drayton to stay where he is, where it's safe, as she went to Opelucid, but when she got there it was already too late, Plasma escaped w the Splicers leaving Drayden injured

God can you imagine tho how Drayton would feel during that, hearing his sister's fear and desperation during their call, telling him to stay put bc she doesn't wanna lose him, while she's off to try and rescue their grandfather. Imagine how that's the first time his friends ever saw Drayton being so scared and anxious, cause dude, he has to hear and watch news of both his hometown and region under attack, all while his sister and grandfather are at the front lines

It didn't help how two years ago, the same incident happen w Plasma, how his sister was at the frontlines during that too along w the other Gym Leaders, as she and their grandfather insisted that Drayton should stay where it's safe

Oughgh your honour chxncbnd they're just sooooo y'know, like maybe after everything, after Plasma's finally defeated, Iris and Drayton going back to Opelucid and Drayden's so glad both his grandchildren are back it fucking terrified him too, scared at what could've happened to Drayton and Iris

[vivi-the-goblin]

Ok, here's on of my favorite Tabletop stories

So we had our first big campaign and a new guy joins. Buddy of our DM, we'd never met him. He starts shattering our meta, things like taking a loan of 100 gold at character creation, something unthinkable to us. Our GM probably hadn't given 100 gold in his entire history combined, so we'd run from the offer at top speed. He also had 2 tower shields and special power modifications. You see, he was a Paladin of Determinism. Life was predefined, whatever happened would always happen, and he loved to spend his down time debating that to anyone around. Therefore he didn't have a AoE of Positive or Necrotic damage. He had an AoE wave of "Heal my allies, hurt my foes." Well, heal those who like me, hurt those who hate me. Effectively the same. Made sense right, as that's basically what he would always have done. Though it was odd to everyone, as the GM's customization deals were never without drawback, usually equal drawback but sometime worse. You had to know what you wanted and what it was worth, and this was just an objective improvement to a good ability. Cue the middle of our first major fight since he joined. Clearing out an orc encampment, scouting camp to an oncoming horde. We're low, so he uses his ability. "Everyone heal 9." "I'm on 12 then" "I'm full" "Great, Fai's on 4 now." "What?" "Fai fucking hates you." Fai was the only other frontliner, a druid. Fai was passion and willpower incarnate, me blazing out of my shell in frustration. My entire character was "Fate is not sealed, we must actively maintain the world. My god has gone missing, so I will do his job myself until I track him down or usurp him. If the future has a plan for me, I dare it to catch me., I forge my own path" The two of us as players had a blast bickering, because the characters were fundamentally opposed. So the whole party was glass cannons, minus 2 tanks. The ultimate paladin had an amazing heal, but using it would actively hurt the other frontliner. If I went down it would be easy to get around him and to the others. No matter how good he was, he can only be in one place at a time. This was not insurmountable, but required careful planning from us. Basically had to leave ourselves exposed and out of position for it to work most of the time, make sure what I was doing would keep foes at bay despite being out of range. It would've been a broken ability, but the GM knew our characters and trusted us to stay true to ourselves. This is what I love homebrew rules for. The rules as presented are designed to make a game that's good for everyone. But you can forge rules that are great for this specific table, and they're the rules that matter most. Without it, we never would've had that moment of "Wait. GM didn't give him power for free. We just didn't see the drawback. This isn't broken, it's interesting!"

[verreprincesse]

So the list of women’s names in Cinderella that are introduced to the princess right before Cinderella appears I have headcanons for.

Princess Frederica - she is a visiting royal from a kingdom at their border. It is her father who launches an attack against the kingdom shortly after Ella and her husband marry as the king took it as a personal affront to have his daughter passed over for a scullery maid. The princess begged her father not to ( as she was in love with a knight in her father’s kings guard and didn’t want to be sent to charming’s kingdom in the first place ) but he pays her no heed and goes to war. When Ella thinks her husband is dead she is the one who sends the final attack and the king is defeated. He flees into hiding with many prisoners of war ( including her husband ) which leaves his daughter alone to rule in place. She doesn’t hate Ella for what she did, her father was the first to attack, but she still grieves for her father. She is, however, able to marry her love, and with Ella’s support, the two kingdoms actually become allies. Princess, now Queen, Frederica doesn’t know that her father has Ella’s husband though.

Eugenie de la Fontain - she is a wealthy daughter but not of noble rank. Despite that, she is still a sought after bride as her father is very wealthy and very influential. He, unfortunately, did not get along with charming’s father, hence why he was never titled. Ella actually knew her from the village in passing. She is a very kind woman who always had time to talk to Ella when she would shop in the village. When Ella became princess she titled her father a lord and made Eugenie a lady-in-waiting, increasing her pool of suitors.

Madamoiselle Augustina DuBois, daughter of General Pierre Dubois - she is an eager thing, hoping to catch the prince’s eye! Not because she fancies herself in love with him, she just wants to be married to get herself away from her strict father. A military man, through and through, he gave his daughter, and her subsequent siblings, a firm upbringing as he believed being too soft, even with daughters, would bring a nation to its knees. Augustina knows military forms just as well as any well trained man and knows how to wield any blade and gun whether astride a horse or on her own two feet. She’s just as stubborn as her father and just wants a quiet life where she can run her own household and raise her own children. Ella meets her at her wedding reception and sees her unhappiness in her smile and adds her to her queue of ladies-in-waiting. Augustina flourishes living in the palace and is ever grateful to Ella’s kindness and will be one of the first to defend her when others wanna talk behind Ella’s back.

Mademoiselle Leonora Mercedes de la Tour, daughter of Colonel & Madame de la Tour - she is snooty and thinks highly of herself. Her parents raised her as if she were god’s gift to earth as she was their only daughter in a retinue of boys. A princess without a kingdom. She was one of many who felt snubbed when Ella was picked as the prince’s bride but she would have felt that way if Ella had been a true-born princess. Ella does try to make friends with her, especially since they now run in the same social circles. It wouldn’t be until the war that Ella and her become friends. Her father and brothers are constantly gone on the frontlines that she and her mother are often at the palace for any bit of news that Leonora becomes very protective of Ella. Her mother is skeptical at first until she saw the way Ella defended Leonora one day from a man with wicked intentions. They both are now very loyal to Ella.