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urdepressedslut · 1 year ago

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hi i love your writing! <3 i’m obsessed with your bucky fics and was wondering if you’d ever consider writing a beauty and the beast bucky au? no worries if not! thank you for sharing your writing with us <3

beauty and the beast was one of my fav movies growing up, and i love the whole idea of this! i wanted to add my own twists while still trying to follow the original idea 💗 I’ve never tried something like this before but I hope you like it!

Beauty and the Bucky

♡ Pairing: Beast!Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: In search of your missing Father, you discover a castle far into the untouched forest. After knocking and no answer, you find the doors unlocked and venture inside. But beware— it might not be your Father you find inside.

♡ Warnings: angst, language, imprisonment, violence, wolf attack, animal fights, injuries, blood, Stockholm syndrome?

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Beauty and the Beast AU

The frigid air bit at your cheeks, the wind cutting into your skin like icicles impaling your skin. It was a struggle to continue trudging through the forest, as it seemed there was no end to the continuous trees. Your Father burned at the front of your brain, the only thing keeping you going. The familiar burst of adrenaline flooded back through your veins, the same feeling when you had witnessed your Father's horse return home without him riding a top.

You hadn't experienced your heart drop more than the moment you saw his horse galloping back frantically. It didn't take long until you were off on your own horse, sprinting with an intense urgency to find your Father.

You patted your horse, soothing him when he had tensed up from a random branch snapping in the distance.

"Shh... It's okay Fury. I'm sure it was nothing." You assured him, trying hard to convince him— as well as yourself.

It was after another agonizing hour in the cold when you had found a castle— an old abandoned one it seemed. As it would usually be a haunting sight, especially in the middle of the forest. You welcomed the idea of shelter, considering you couldn't feel your fingertips— your gloves doing a poor job at keeping your hands warm.

"C'mon Fury, maybe it will be warmer inside." You told him hopefully.

Another part of you hoped that your Father had stopped here to rest, and maybe he'd be inside. But maybe that was only you wishing that were the case.

You held on tight to Fury as he raced through the remaining woods, in a hurry to the castle. You whizzed past all the dead, frozen plants— skidding to a stop at the entrance. In the back of your mind, you imagined what beautiful garden the front landscape would be in warmer conditions. You could imagine the vibrant variety of flowers sprouting just about anywhere. For now it looked ghostly, not a snowflake moving in sight.

Sliding off of Fury, you guided him towards the massive double door entrance. It was intimidating, the pure steel doors looking powerful as they stopped strangers like yourself from entering.

Your teeth chattered as you hesitated pushing the door open. The sensible side of you being annoying and forcing you to raise your hand to knock. The rattling of your knuckles against the steel had your hand throbbing dully. You waited as patiently as you could for an answer— allowing whoever could be inside time to come to the door. You knocked again, harder this time— ignoring the pain in your knuckles this time. After minutes of no answer, only the sound of the howling wind— you didn't hesitate this time to open the door.

You were shocked to find the door opening easily. You gave the heavy door a hard shove, staying rooted in your spot as you watched the steel swing all the way open. You couldn't help but feel bad entering if someone did live here. One— it was creepy if there was someone lurking around. Two— even if you were alone, it was still creepy.

Swallowing the guilt, you focused on the priority. Finding your Father. Just like before, your body filled with panic— worry running through your body as your thoughts wandered to your Father.

God, I hope he's okay. You thought.

You took a step into the doorway, waiting a second for something to happen. When no chaos came, you stepped further into the castle.

"Father! Father it's (Y/n)! If you're here please say something!" You yelled out into the castle, listening to your voice echo through all the hallways— sounding in every single room in the castle.

If someone were here and they hadn't known you were here— they sure do now.

After several minutes of only the creaks of the castle, you were disappointed— hoping that you'd hear your Father's voice shout out to you. He wouldn't last if he was stuck in the cold, lost on foot in the dense woods. Your nose burned, tears building up at the thought of your Father being freezing and alone.

The castle was a bit drafty, the frigid leaking through the walls somehow— but it was much more bearable in here. You just needed a moment to let yourself thaw, gain feeling in your fingertips before you headed out.

"(Y/n)!"

You heard the faintest shout in the distance, and for a second you swore it was your imagination. Had you heard your name?

You waited several moments in silence, your heart beating violently in your chest— waiting for the shout to repeat. You hoped.

"(Y/n)..." The shout sounded again, the voice sounding more familiar.

"Father! Where are you?" You yelled out through the castle, listening to your Father repetitively shout.

You followed his voice, weaving through the dark castle in a haste to find your Father. You climbed almost hundreds of stairs, making it up through a narrow tower to a jail looking place. Stone walls with wooden doors.

"Father?" You asked out into the darkness.

It was hard to see where you were going, but managed to find a single lit torch on the wall— it was like someone had put it there for you. Strange.

"(Y/n)?" Your Father sounded from behind one of the wooden doors, his hands reaching out through the little barred window.

You let out of breath of relief, but immediately panicked— he was trapped here.

"Father! Oh my— Are you okay?" You asked him frantically, skidding to the floor as you grabbed his hand tightly.

Your body broke out in chills as you felt his ice cold hand, his skin almost the same temperature as the stone surrounding us both.

"Father... your hand— it's ice cold." You pointed out, cupping his hand with both of yours, huffing into his hand— in attempt to warm his skin.

"(Y/n), don't worry about me—" He broke out into a sickly cough, "I'll be fine... you need to get outta here! It's not safe!"

Your eyes widened, taking in his face through the little cell door, the light from the torch allowing you to see just how sick he looked. He was old and frail and wouldn't survive much longer. He was also all you had left— you couldn't be without him.

"I'm not just gonna leave you! You'll die!" You cried, tears rolling down your frost bitten cheeks.

He went into another cough attack, holding onto your hand desperately— as if he wanted to remember your touch, like it was the last time he'd ever feel it.

"I love you dear, you're my whole world..." He whispered, raising his shaking hand to cup your cheek, you leaned into his palm— wetting his skin with your tears. "But you need to go. I'm old— I've lived my life. It will be okay."

You shook your head, holding onto his arm desperately. His words only spurred on more tears.

"Don't talk like that— I'm going to get you outta h—" You were interrupted by a loud slam of the door.

Your veins filled with ice and it wasn't from the cold— it was from fear. The sound of thundering footsteps climbing to stairs had your heart in your throat.

"Get back. Stay quiet Father." You whispered frantically, scooting away from the cell door to hide.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, your breaths getting thinner as the thundering echoed louder within the stoned space.

Cowering in your spot, you listened as the footsteps stopped— like they were listening out for you. You could make out their shadow from the torch, their bulky frame as they stood there— waiting for a single sound to alert them of your presence. You watched the shadow glanced around, until they started to leave. You weren't even sure you were breathing by now— trying to keep so silent.

As the shadow creeped away, you slowly and quietly let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You relaxed against the stone wall and peaked around the corner— needing to make sure your Father was okay.

As you turned into the beam of light from the torch, you weren't expecting to look straight into the eyes of a man.

You screamed, falling backwards until the man shot his hand out— grabbing you by the collar of your coat and throwing you towards the cell door. You landed hard onto the stone, your hands and knees aching from the fall.

"(Y/n)! No— run!" Your Father shouted hoarsely, hands gripping the bars.

You glanced to the stairs, and despite your overwhelming fear at the sight of this man stalking towards you— you stood your ground. Standing in front of your Father's door protectively, you huffed your chest in false confidence. You were terrified— but you wouldn't let it show.

"(Y/n) what are you doing?" Your Father asked worried, feeling helpless stuck behind this door— unable to help his own daughter.

The man stepped forward with booming steps, and you could see the snarl he had on his lips. The way his eyes were almost red with anger, his hands were balled into fists. That was when you noticed one of his arms was robotic looking, the metal stained a dark crimson. The sight made you shiver with fear, knowing your blood would soon be added to the metals collection.

"What are you doing here?" The deep voice questioned, and you had to hold in the gasp that threatened to leave your lips at the intimidating sound.

You took a deep breath, still holding your ground— but the closer he approached the more you felt yourself shrink back in fear.

"Who are you?" You breathed out, noticing just how large this man was— his clothes were torn. Muscles peaking through the gaps in his clothes.

He walked closer until he was at a close distance, not enough to be touching you— but enough to be towering over you. That's when he stopped and just glared down at you, tilting his head with dark eyes.

"I'm the master of this castle." He replied lowly, the sound barely making to your ears.

So someone did live here.

You ignored your wrongful place of coming into this man's home— but he held your Father captive. He was sick and needed help— this was personal and you were going to fight to get him out.

You swallowed nervously, taking a cautious step back— one that he had noticed. His eyes darkened at your retreating form.

"I- I've come for my Father. I don't mean any trouble! Please let him out— can't you see he's sick?" You pleaded with him, trying to keep your voice strong— but your emotions leaked into your words.

"He shouldn't have trespassed here!" He boomed, making you flinch back from the loudness.

You felt tears building in your eyes again, and wished them away as you didn't want to seem weak in front of this man— knowing he'd use your weakness against you.

"He'll die! Please!" You asked him again, a feeling buried deep in your gut knowing both of you weren't making it out of here. "I'll do anything!"

Your offer had the man silent for a second, before he turned away— clearly lost in thought of what to do with you.

"There's nothing you can do. He trespassed— he's my prisoner." The man explained, running his metal hand through his hair.

You watched the torch light bounce off his arm, the flash of light passing through your eyes and it was only then you came up with an idea. One that your Father wouldn't be happy about— but he was sick and needed help. You really would do anything for him, you loved him.

"What if... what if you take me instead?" You asked nervously.

The man stopped his slight pacing, turning towards you with a dark unreadable expression. He looked you up and down like he had never seen such a soul in his life.

"You would take his place?" He asked wearily.

You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to hide the tears that were now rolling down your cheeks. You knew they'd be glistening from the torch's light.

"If I did, would you let my Father go?" You asked, making sure your Father would be protected.

The man responded quick without hesitation, clearly interested in your strength— your bravery to stay here instead of your Father.

"Yes." He told you, and you let out a breath of relief. "On one condition— you must promise to stay here forever."

His words had you freezing up for a moment. You'd be sacrificing your life for your Father— which wasn't the issue. You'd do it any day for him. It was the fact you'd never see him again. The realization had your heart cracking, pieces scattered amongst your rib cage.

The man watched your face fall, the light slowly vanish from your eyes.

"(Y/n)— I can't let you do this!" Your Father pleaded with you before he broke out into another coughing fit, this time his hand covered in his blood. There was no time.

"You have my word." You finally said to him.

"Done!" The man boomed, pushing you to the side and opening the door to your Father cell.

You fell to the floor, covering your face with your hands as you sobbed quietly. In the background, you could make out two pairs of feet shuffling towards you, and thats when you lifted your head. Your eyes meeting with your Father's concerned ones. You wasted no time and threw yourself into his arms, the way his whole body was as cold as ice. You squeezed him tight— forcing yourself to remember his comforting scent of pine and the wood shop back home.

"(Y/n) please don't do this! You deserve to live a life— not be stuck here!" He tried to change your mind, but this was all for him.

You weren't going to change your mind if your Father's life depended on it. Your Father let out a cry, knowing his daughter was stubborn— selfless. He knew there was no changing your mind— he just wished he could.

The man grabbed your father by his coat, dragging him to the stairs. You let go of him as you didn't want to struggle and put your Father in danger.

"I love you Father— please don't forget about me!" You cried, reaching your hands out to him.

You listened as their footsteps retreated, and soon you could only hear the muffled sound of a horse carriage riding away. You stared blankly at the stone floor, trying to wake up from this nightmare— this couldn’t be real, no.

The man traveled back up the steps, stopping just enough where he could see your crumpled form. You hadn’t noticed his presence, and that was his chance to really get a good look at you.

You obviously were defeated, body sagging in sorrow that your Father was gone. But he could see your chest rising and falling quickly— either from anger or panic. He wish things didn’t have to be like this, but he had no choice in the matter. Plus— maybe you could finally help break the curse. The curse that had him transforming into a monster— The Winter Soldier.

Your soft cries brought him back to the moment, and he couldn’t ignore the way his heart twinged at the sad sound. He had no right to be upset— this was his doing. He knew that.

He finally stepped further into the space, making his steps known. You quieted down immediately and tried to wipe your face of the tears.

“Your Father is gone. It’s just you and me here.” He stated, keeping his voice emotionless.

You sniffled and weakly nodded your head, keeping your eyes pointed downwards. You hated this man— you fucking hated him.

It had been half a day, and in that time the man who’s name you found out was Bucky— allowed you to wander around the castle. But it was a strict rule that you didn’t go outside. Only viewing the outside world through the stained glass windows. He also prohibited you from going into his section of the castle.

Another strict rule was that he was not to be bothered after midnight. He said it would be dangerous for me to interact with him during that time— and if that didn’t sound terrifying, I don’t know what did. You agreed quickly not to disturb him— seeing as you were already afraid of this man. He was only adding onto the list why.

You noticed quickly that this man kept to himself, rarely visiting you— or seeking you out. You wondered if you could try to escape. It had been burning at the front of your mind since he sent your Father away.

You waited until he came and said goodnight— that’s when you started planning your escape.

Bucky announced that he was heading to his quarters, and you played your role with expertise, faking a loud yawn as you melted into the flimsy mattress. He shook his head, knowing deep down you were up to something.

You waited about two hours before you started wandering the castle. The castle doors were easy to find, but you knew you’d be in trouble. Outside it was still deathly cold. You didn’t know where Fury was— that thought had your heart aching. You hoped he was okay. He was such a loyal horse, helping you through the toughest times. Other than your Father— you had Fury.

You either took your chances outside in the cold— or stayed a prisoner here forever.

You knew you’d rather die trying than stay still— besides, your Father needed you. He was sick, and the fact that you didn’t know if he had gotten help— was killing you. You needed to see him well for your own eyes.

You had grabbed your coat, along with your still slightly damp boots. Before you could go through with your plan, you heard a thud coming from up the stairs. The section of the castle that you were not to go in. Of course— your curiosity won. This castle was so intricate and you wouldn’t be satisfied if you hadn’t seen every corner of it. You knew it was dumb, but you could investigate as a ghost.

The further you walked down the hall, you realized you couldn’t hear the thuds anymore. It was eerily silent— the cold wind seeping through the tiny cracks in the stone.

Suddenly a bright pink light flashed from the end of the hallway, almost beckoning you to come closer.

Peeking through the cracked door, you saw the room empty. Everything was dull, lifeless— torn to shreds besides one thing.

Your eyes widened— never having seen such beauty. It was pulling you into a trance, and you didn’t want to look away.

There was a tall stone table, on top a caged rose in glass. It was glowing pink, the glass almost keeping some kind of magic trapped inside. You raised your hand slowly, tapping the glass for a reaction. After none, you lifted the glass cage, the rose now exposed fully. The pink seemed to glow brighter now that it was freed from the glass.

We’re the same. You thought about the rose.

Your eyes drifted down the stem of the rose, taking notice of all the withered up petals that had fallen from the flower. It was beautiful— but pulled at your heart for some reason.

The slightest noise from the rose had you snapping your attention on it— watching a petal shake before detaching and floating to the bottom. Another withered petal to add to the graveyard.

You were so focused on the rose, you didn’t notice the presence in the room with you. Suddenly the glass cage was ripped from your hands, slammed back over the rose.

You yelped and jumped back, watching Bucky hug the glass cage in a protective stance— watching him turn to you. His eyes were almost red with anger, and you swallowed out of nervousness.

“I thought I told you to stay out of this section.” He pointed out, his voice low— laced with venom.

You started backing away slowly, knowing it was your fault for angering him. You were the one who didn’t listen.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to see—”

“You’re sorry? But you are standing in the section I remember telling you not to be in.” He scolded you, his voice raising.

He released the glass cage now, stalking towards you with a snarl. His metal armed whirred with anger and you were suddenly fearing for your life.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen— I’ll leave—”

“It’s too late! You shouldn’t of come here!” He growled, kicking away some scattered pieces of furniture— further destroying them.

He stalked further towards you, and every step he took closer to you was another step back you took. His fists were shaking with rage, and suddenly you felt the stone wall at your back. Stopping you from retreating any further.

“I didn’t mean any harm please—”

“GET OUT!” He shouted as he swung and punched through the stone next to your head.

With a scream you flinched away from the punch, the noise deafening in your ears. The rubble dusted your face as your whole body shook with fright. You felt brave and glared at the man who was too close for comfort, his warm breath fanning your face. You didn’t have time to think before your hand came up and slapped him hard across the cheek.

The man stumbled back, not from the strength— because he was much stronger than you. No… he was shocked. Like your hit had snapped him out of a trance.

He could suddenly see the fear in your eyes, the unshed tears that had gathered in your lash line starting trickle down your skin.

Before he could attempt to speak, you took off out of the room. Sprinting as fast as your little legs could manage, not stopping until you were bursting through the main castle doors.

A horse screeched to your left and you felt relief fill your body as Fury came galloping over.

“Fury! Oh— I’m so happy to see you boy!” You hugged him around the neck, quickly climbing on top of him. “Let’s get outta here!”

You took off with Fury, weaving through the snowy forest— the castle long gone behind you. You could almost feel yourself growing excited that you had escaped, ready to be reunited with your Father. But you spoke too soon.

A pack of wolves howling had Fury scared, slowing his sprint to a cautious gallop. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand from the threat of wolves.

You spotted one in the middle of the path, causing Fury to stop. You attempted to pet his neck, trying to comfort him— but as you started to see more wolves approaching, surrounding. You knew this wasn’t good.

You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t let Fury get hurt. You wanted to see your Father, but you needed to save Fury first. Suddenly you were sliding off the horse, giving him a smack on the rear— causing Fury to screech and run off. Jumping clear over the wolf, they watched him run away— leaving you in the middle of the pack.

It was a stupid act, because there was no way you were surviving this. It was almost fourteen wolves against one.

One suddenly lunged, biting your coat hood and beginning to drag you away— the others snarling and nipping at your feet.

With a scream for help— to no one, you struggled. Kicking a couple wolves snouts in the process.

Before you could panic any further, you saw a flash of silver and suddenly you saw Bucky fighting off the wolves. Punching them and throwing them away, clearing all the ones off you first. He grabbed the wolf dragging you and threw it further into the woods. You watched in fear and amazement as he fought off all the wolves. The victory was short lived as the wolves started piling up, too many for Bucky to handle. At last, Bucky did a dangerous spin, throwing majority of the wolves off, only one attached to him now.

You stood up and turned to run, not thinking twice about leaving him. But then you heard Bucky cry out— turning you saw the last wolf biting down on his flesh arm drawing blood. Bucky flung the wolf off him, and with a shout— all the wolves scampered away. Leaving Bucky to attempt to catch his breath in the middle of the now crimson covered snow. It was horrifically beautiful.

You watched him sag into the snow, falling to his knees before he glanced up to you. His eyes shining with shame.

Your breath got caught in your throat at the look and found yourself unable to move. He let his eyes roll back into his head before sinking into the snow.

You pulled your coat tighter around you and tried to leave again— him not being your problem anymore. He had imprisoned your Father, and you. He didn’t deserve an act of kindness.

He saved you.

The tiny voice in the back of your mind had you stopping in your tracks again— forcing you to look back at his body buried in the snow. Watching the red liquid leak from his arm, dirtying the white blanket.

You heard galloping approaching and turned to see Fury headed towards you, eyes shining with relief.

“Fury… you shouldn’t of come back. It’s too dangerous.” You spoke to the horse, before looking back at the man.

Fury bumped your back with his nose playfully, and you could almost hear the thoughts coming from the horses head.

“I don’t know why but… we have to save him. He saved me and I don’t know why.” You confessed to Fury, walking up the Bucky. “Ready boy? Let’s get him back.”

Bucky felt his limbs thawing, the warmth consuming his body rather than the ice that used to surround him. He found himself swimming in the haze with confusion. The last thing he remembered was fighting off the wolves— saving you. He just couldn’t live with himself that he had scared you, your sweet angelic voice that he had scared away. Moments after you had left he wanted to seek you out, not to drag you back to this castle— but to apologize. He didn’t ask for this life, he was miserable and was just shocked to have found someone so… you.

He let out a moan of discomfort, sitting up in his bed.

Wait… bed?

“How are you feeling?” Your voice asked politely from the fireplace.

That’s where he could see you squeezing out extra water from a cloth, letting the liquid drip into a porcelain bowl.

He wasn’t sure how to react— his instinct was the scream and freak out. He wanted to be angry but found he couldn’t. Besides, he was weak from the fight.

“Fine.” He answered quickly, averting your gaze.

You walked closer to him and you didn’t miss the way he flinched back like he would burn you with his touch. It was more for your sake than his.

“Can I see your arm— don’t want it to get infected.” You asked him, holding out your hand to grab his arm.

He slowly dropped his arm into your hand, watching you focus and dab the area around the wound— avoiding the red angry cuts.

You let the cloth dip into the sensitive area, making him hiss— his face angered.

“Ouch.” He mumbled monotonously, and you had to hide the giggle that wanted to come up.

“Just hold still… almost done.” You assured him, being careful not to hurt him anymore.

He watched with shameful eyes as you cared for him, and he knew he didn’t deserve this at all. But he had gotten lost in your gentle touches, the way he had never been cared for like this. He almost craved it.

“Why… why did you save me? Why didn’t you just run away?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You dropped the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping his arm with some gauze you found lying around. You chewed on your lip, deep in thought.

“You saved me… I couldn’t just leave you to die. Yes— you scared me… but no one deserves to die alone in the cold. Not even you.” You told him, watching his eyes morph into shock.

“You should hate me.” He mumbled, and you had heard.

You finished wrapping his arm and leaned back on your feet, studying his shame sagged shoulders. In this warm glow from the fireplace— he was kinda beautiful. Behind this scary man might just be someone who doesn’t wanna be alone, that you understood.

“I want to— but I can’t seem to.” You whispered, making his eyes widen. “Why did you save me?”

You shot back, mirroring his question.

Bucky looked at you for a moment in silence, gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever come across. He was shocked that you questioned your worth— you deserved to be saved. Not him.

“I… I felt bad.” He revealed, and your lips curved up into a tiny smirk.

“So you do have a heart after all?” You teased, but still held distaste for the man.

You were somehow warming up to him— and you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

A/N: after proof reading this— it feels like a rewrite of the original story and i’m not sure how i feel about that. i was trying hard to find a way to do an au of this story, so if it’s not good i apologize 😅❤️‍🩹

#beauty and the beast au #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #reader insert #buckybarnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter solider fanfiction #au #request

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ghostherlig · 1 year ago

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some more random hcs!!

bc im going to be away from my pc for like a week and wont be able to write until i get back home :')

please enjoy some more poly earth champs 😌 (under the cut bc idk how long this is going to be- update: it's long :))

raiden picks up sayings and swears from each of his bfs- the first thing he picked up was kenshi's small curses in japanese, to which kenshi, when he first heard, gasped and asked "who taught you that?!?" before realizing raiden was repeating what kenshi had said a few (thousand 🙄✋️) times before

raiden also picks up johnny's internet lingo/slang and sometimes uses it- also picked up the "get in the bed" jokes from johnny (ie, "i'll show you (insert adjective here), get in the bed")

lao and raiden already talk like they're the same person, but raiden sometimes mimicks how lao says things- like tone, intonation, sometimes will even pitch his voice to match lao's

kung lao is a fiend when it comes to video games- has the most number of smash bros wins and wears that crown with pride (lao mains king dedede and kirby, johnny plays king k rool and bayonetta, raiden plays ice climbers and pikachu, and kenshi plays mr game n watch (theres a blind joke in there somewhere) and luigi)

kenshi actually really likes playing games- he's a very playful and coy person at heart and when he's comfortable his cheeky nature appears and always gets his bfs to laugh and swoon- he's also very funny when he's comfy

when johnny gets super comfy, he coos similar to a pigeon- it's always quiet and usually unintentional but whenever one of his bfs ctach the sound they melt- kenshi rumbles when he's comfy, almost like a purr before it trails into a sigh (and then a nap), lao stretches out and does this minute long sigh, and raiden grumbles before he fully settles

their coffee/tea preferences!! johnny needs his coffee, and he usually does it without syrups- just black coffee with extra espresso shots or a plain latte- johnny got lao into coffee but lao likes the fun syrups a lot and really loves when johnny makes him caramel macchiatos- raiden and kenshi are the resident tea drinkers 😌 raiden drinks mostly green tea since it's a nice boost for him in the morning, but kenshi has discovered london fogs and he cant go back- he saves his green teas for the afternoon or evening when he wants that lil boost

kenshi and johnny are both fantastic cooks, but raiden and lao can bake like no one's business- raiden really enjoys making bread and lao likes making cookies- often they can be found gossiping with sugar and butter beating in the stand mixer

kenshi will make ramen for his bfs during winter or when one of them is sick- it's his family's recipe and he's perfected it

johnny has the singing voice of someone on radio in the 40's and all of his bfs swoon whenever they catch him singing, especially when it's later in the evening and johnny is dancing in the kitchen to sinatra

raiden plays the kalimba!! he knows all sorts of songs from howl's moving castle to claire de lune and he usually plays in the afternoon- kenshi will always smile when he's drinking tea in the living room and hears the soft tinkling from upstairs

favorite sodas!! lao loves dr pepper- johnny is a coke drinker through and through, raiden likes sprite and ginger ale, and kenshi usually gets root beer or fruity sodas

the first time johnny took kenshi to a Mitsuwa the man was skeptical, but he found it had a lot of stuff he missed from home- johnny would've bought the whole store if it made kenshi happy

johnny begged madam bo for a few of her recipes (lao and raiden's favs) and he spent weeks with her near perfecting them before he cooked them for lao and raiden at home- they both cried (and so did johnny)

when kenshi is off around the world working with jax, lao will call him spontaneously just to fill him in, usually when johnny and raiden are napping or when he really misses kenshi- sometimes kenshi can hear how much lao misses him even though he doesnt say it :(( he always promises he'll be home soon and will blow a kiss through the phone

johnny has a huge walk in closet that he encourages his bfs to use also- johnny loves when any of his bfs "accidently" grab one of his shirts and wear it for a day- they all end up wearing each other's clothes anyway

raiden and lao are plant dads- they have a lucky bamboo plant in the kitchen and a few trees and a mint plant scattered through out the house- there's also eucalyptus in their giant shared bathroom which johnny cannot live without now that he has it

kenshi is the reason the other three love the smell of incense- kenshi used to burn some whenever he was really stressed (like once a week to a month) and he always smelled like incense- now his bfs will burn some when they miss him

johnny loves when his bfs sleepily talk to him in their native languages- he's picked up a bit from each of them and can make out a few sentences but really just loves how they sound-

johnny does math for fun (phd in quantum mechanics) and sometimes his bfs will find notes around the house of numbers and equations that mean nothing to them- but they keep a pile in a drawer somewhere bc they like johnny's loopy hand writing

johnny will slip into german when he's drunk- like full accent and everything- he's barely conversational in german sober though so when he watches videos of himself the next morning he has no idea what he's saying

kenshi hates bugs- like cant stand roaches or spiders- for the longest time johnny dealt with them for him when they lived together

lao makes fun of kenshi for jumping or getting anxious around spiders and roaches but he also gets jumpy and anxious around spiders and roaches

kenshi has his phone auto read texts and johnny will send awful texts when the house is in dead silence- like johnny will be upstairs or in the bathroom and kenshi will be in the kitchen or living room making food or relaxing and suddenly his phone will go off with nonsense or pick up lines over and over again and johnny is laughing somewhere in the house and kenshi is sighing trying not to laugh

raiden likes making mead at home- he's also dabbled in making beer and wine but he prefers mead bc he likes how simple the recipe is and how he can switch out the fruits depending on the season

johnny just doesnt like regular cows milk, so he always has a milk substitute available for himself- at first he was all about almond and oat milk but then he realized he could just use coconut milk and coconut cream for things.... he's a changed man

they all patch each other up after missions- usually it's a quiet affair and they all just soak up being home and safe together again, but other times it can be loud and boisterous or sometimes an argument will break out if someone was injured for a stupid reason (like when johnny broke a rib taking a hit for lao, or when raiden almost got thrown off of a cliff after taking on like five assailants at once)

johnny runs super hot, kenshi runs super cold, lao's thermoregulation is honestly impressive, and raiden says he's fine but his fingers and toes get cold hella fucking fast

despite lao being the one with the chakram hat, johnny's hands are the most scarred thanks to split knuckles, clumsy moments with sharp objects, his loose use of knife safety while cooking, and how often kenshi and him used to spar at wu shi

the only bf without a single tattoo on his skin is lao- kenshi has his body murals, johnny has a few small ones that can be covered by make up, and raiden has a small smiley face on his ass cheek after losing a bet to lao

when talking about his bfs to jax, kenshi never specifies until jax asks- so kenshi will go on and on about how one of his bfs has been getting into this new show, and jax will have to use context clues to be able to tell if it's johnny, raiden, or lao-

johnny plays with the press a bit by mentioning his bfs in passing but almost as if he's talking about one dude- it's a whole thing when he breaks that he's in a polycule

kenshi doesnt like being on camera, so often photos with kenshi are cropped or taken with his head/face/tattoos out of frame- the most kenshi interacts with fans is when johnny does short lives and kenshi will talk to them there while johnny reads the comments to him

raiden and lao always crash johnny's lives- lao and johnny will chat with ppl and raiden usually sits nearby but also doesnt love being on camera- so he's given his privacy unless he tells johnny otherwise

the four are well known at the closest ER- johnny is very clumsy and living with antique swords, a chakram hat, several super sharp kitchen knives, and a lot of glass antiques as well can lead to a lot injuries- the night nurse knows the four of them fairly well and johnny is always sure to send her little gifts during the holidays and on her birthday- she's like an honorary fifth member of their lil family

unless he's cooking, going out, or working out, raiden leaves his hair down- all three of his bfs love running their hands through it

johnny does skin care nights for his bfs- he pampers himself and all of them with face masks and special treatments, they make a night of it and order in and put some music on while they chill in comfy clothes and indulge in self care

kenshi is a master at massages- his bfs are always spoiled if they complain of back pain or sore muscles-

lao will make cookie dough if he cant sleep, and several times all three of his bfs have caught him up at 4 am leant over the counter mixing chocolate chips into cookie dough before shoving the bowl in the fridge and getting dragged back upstairs

kenshi smokes sometimes when he's stressed or needs to think smth over- johnny used to smoke and sometimes joins kenshi outside just for the smell, though johnny has stolen cigarettes before when he was a little too stressed with work

raiden and lao are always dragging johnny and kenshi away from work late at night- they both overwork themselves and it's always "one more thing" until it's 2 am and then raiden and lao go and drag them off to bed

lao has music going 24/7- it's impossible to catch him without an ear bud in (he listens to all sorts of music but johnny and kenshi introduced him to rap and dad rock and that's a good portion of his music)

lao also listens to a lot of hip hop and can be caught dancing around the house to whatever is playing

that's all i got for now- it's almost 2 am for me so now i must go to bed lmao, but i love polychamps so much 🥺💖

#johnshi #railao #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #kung lao #mk1 #ghost's ouija board #johnrailaoshi

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dearspockart · 5 months ago

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I was tagged by @herenya-writes to make a poll of my top five characters of all time and tag others to do the same.

Ooh this is fun!

Which of my top 5 is your fav? ( i messed up the poll Q, pfft)

Tagging @sd2006 @thepacifisticherbivore (no pressure) and anyone else who wants to do this. Please tag me back!

#spock #star trek #newt scamander #fantastic beasts #hua cheng #heaven official's blessing #howl pendragon #howls moving castle #noblesse #cadis etrama di raizel #tag game

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livingmeatloaf · 6 months ago

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Challenge: Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone’s favorite

Tagged by @okapirose

Tagging: @corduroyserpent @seventhstar @breadandblankets @sharkbeneaththelotus @pudding-and-grief-counseling, but anyone can do it if they want!

#Tagged #Tag game #Poll #Choosing favorite characters is hard!!

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cadaverre · 1 year ago

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⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☾ welcome ☽₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

about me

you can call me juno or astraea

im a cancer sun, libra moon and sagittarius rising

my pronouns are they/she (and my pronoun page is here)

i'm a proud bisexual (i am very sapphic lol)

im taken (you can hear about my love via the “them tag <33")

i am a minor (i won't immediately block people 18+ but if you're creepy i will <3)

australian!! also a bunch of different places, none really interesting

this blog is for me to dump thoughts, interact with people and just have a good time :)

i play the drums and im currently in two bands! i also love playing guitar and one of my 2024 goals is to get better at playing!!

currently listening -> 🍁☕️🎸 nyc

currently reading -> the odyssey translated by emily wilson

currently watching -> doctor who and rewatching gilmore girls

things i like

i love: literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), fruit flavoured drinks, flared pants, converse, dark red, nail polish, eyeliner, burgundy lipgloss, tank tops, tote bags, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house (im there rn i love it), spring+winter, very specific shades of pink and green, black <3, folklore and 1989 girl, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, picking silly little outfits,

books: osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles

movies + tv shows: dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off, she ra

musicians/bands: boygenius, taylor swift, lovejoy, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrienne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones (getting into them just a little), maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy

my favourite colours are black, dark red, burgundy, denim blue, sage green, soft pink, glaucous blue, golden yellow (i love colour theory so all colours are beautiful in their own context but here are my favs to wear/see)

i really want to get into more poetry so if you have any recs lmk!!

i have recently begun practising some very simple witchcraft, so feel free to talk to me about that and i would love to learn more!!

i love learning about astrology and use my birth chart frequently

i write very, very infrequently and think of more stories than i even start to plot lmao.

i draw way more than i write and will occasionally post some!! its not good by any means but its fun ig

talk to me + dni

my asks and dms are open!! feel free to talk to me about anything and everything!! i love talking!!

i love my mutuals so much so if ur my mutual *looks you dead in your eyes* i love you

my discord is the same @ as here, i literally just got it today so idrk how it works but feel free to add me there <33 but please lmk if you do if your username is different

if we’re very close you can ask for my insta!!

i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive enough bio (with name, age group, pronouns) so if you want to be mutuals please have one!! if not just shoot me an ask about who you are and what you like so we can be friends <33

dni: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic people