#i know it's more likely that burnie was the one who was like hey i wanna end it but this image in my head is funnier

[cockbiteproductions]

you think you're free from rvb. you're immune. you were a clown in their circus for so long and you finally wiped off the makeup. the reds and the blues aren't coming back and you aren't either. but then rooster teeth says rvb is ending and you're like "oh no, but it was past time." but then they say burnie is writing it and you're like "wow just like in s15e4, I can't believe rooster teeth went to scotland and tore burnie from his photogenic island life to get him to finish it."

and then they say the reds and the blues are back and you're stopped being able to comprehend words. and then they say it's the aftermath of ain't that a bitch and you blink and you've already rewatched the first 3 seasons. you stare at your own face in the reflection of the dark screen and you see the clown makeup has reappeared.

[shark0zu]

Guitarist! Fushiguro Megumi x GN! reader

context: Megumi is part of a band named “Joint Jinx Keystone” (JJK) alongside Satoru, Suguru and Yuji. Suguru is 22, Satoru is 21, and both Megumi and Yuji are 19. It took you a while to get inside the heart of this boy, but you managed.

content: Semi-Emo and Shy Gumi (best Gumi). CUDDLES!

warning: none. an: This Band! AU is made by sketchyysummer on Instagram! (link to their Tumblr). I made Satoru, Suguru and Yuji’s already (link to it below). It's Megumi’s turn now, and after this one, I’ll work on my Sukuna one… maybe… I don't know yet though (probably not whoops). Sorry in advance if this one lacks or is TOO slow burny..

Idol! Gojo Satoru HC Drummer! Geto Suguru HC Bassist! Itadori Yuji HC w/c: 1.4k

art: Summer's Band! AU Character Design

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Guitarist! Megumi, who wanted nothing to do with anything that related to love, relationships or trust for that matter. He didn’t see a reason to be in a relationship (outside of his band)- even more since he had the band to worry about.

Guitarist! Megumi, who meets you and immediately places you in the “friendzone” spot in his head. Not caring enough to put you anywhere else (for now). Kept to himself and didn’t bother with learning tiny details or anything under surface level about you. Guitarist! Megumi, who definitely was not expecting to see you everyday. You would visit him while he was practicing with his guitar. You would wait for him at cafes and even get to be friends with his friends (specially Yuji). Guitarist! Megumi, who now finds himself confused about his own feelings. He's never felt that way. Does he like someone? Do you like someone? Was that someone him? Is this just him trying to not feel lonely? He was confused, truly.

Guitarist! Megumi, who started to ask you to hang out with him instead of you appearing out of nowhere to see him. He definitely tries to play it off… “I need you to help me with some song ideas.” he tells you while looking away.

Guitarist! Megumi, who now is so obvious but no one says anything or brings it up. His friends wanting to know how far he can take his obliviousness. Mostly Satoru (and Yuji) bothering him about it in subtle ways.

Guitarist! Megumi, who definitely asks for advice on how to ask you out. He asked Satoru for help first and surprisingly, helps him. He does look up to Satoru a lot, so he took his advice. Satoru actually decided to help him, not making fun of him or bothering him while giving him advice (like a good father figure).

Guitarist! Megumi, who is grateful for Satoru, he always will be. He did help Megumi get better and find a good life playing in the band alongside him and the others. He does not show it but he is very grateful for the white-hair man’s help since they met.

Guitarist! Megumi, who gathers the courage to ask you out… it went… alright. It went great but he didn’t think so. He asked you to meet him in front of his apartment. You went- of course. He was pretty nervous, almost embarrassed. He saw you and smiled. He smiled. You almost stopped in your tracks from the shock of seeing his smile. Guitarist! Megumi, who finally speaks, “Hey, so…I’ve been confused with my feelings-” he was struggling to say the least. He sighs, “Alright. Do you want to go on a date with me?” Finally, he said it. This time, you smiled ear to ear. You were waiting so long for him to ask you out. He finally did it. You never asked him because you were not sure if he liked you back.

Guitarist! Megumi, who for you guys' first date, takes you to a restaurant close to the beach. Light breeze makes you shiver under the moonlight. After a few seconds you feel a leather jacket on your shoulders. You look back and see Megumi looking at you and his hands over your shoulders. The view was beautiful. You sit down to have dinner, chat and overall enjoy the time you were passing with him.

Guitarist! Megumi, who paid for dinner, refused to let you pay even half. He took you by the hand and left the restaurant. You both walked by the beach aimlessly until you found a little table with two chairs that was ‘conveniently’ just… there? He definitely planned this. You didn't bring it up, not wanting to embarrass him. Guitarist! Megumi, who was definitely smiling like a little boy when he saw you sitting on the chair staring at the horizon. He felt lost in your view. His mind went blank. When you felt his gaze on you, you turned your head and smiled at him. Safe to say he melted right there and then. Guitarist! Megumi, who couldn't be more happy to be there with you at that moment. After almost an hour of talking about various topics. He asks, “Do you… want to be my partner?” With that you were lost in his blue eyes. Trying to find the words took you a while but you were able to speak. “Of course, I would love to be your partner Gumi!” Uh-oh… nicknames already? Red. This man is so happy it hurts his face from smiling way more than he ever has. Guitarist! Megumi, who the next day saw his bandmates, was smiling like a little kid. Yuji was… scared. He has never seen Megumi so happy in his entire life. Nonetheless he asked Megumi what made him all happy. “I asked someone out yesterday…” he pauses to create some type of suspense. “And????” Yuji asks, almost desperate. “...and they said yes.” he said happily.

Guitarist! Megumi, who saw Yuji’s face turn from suspense to utter astonishment. By the looks of it, Satoru and Suguru also overheard the conversation and the three men congratulated Megumi for his new relationship. They decided to commemorate this moment with dinner, which (of course) you were invited to. Guitarist! Megumi, who introduces you proudly as ‘his partner’. You smile and wave a ‘hello’ to his band mates. All three, Yuji, Suguru and Satoru were shocked Megumi was not lying (my poor boy, they never thought he would bag someone lol). They waved ‘hello’ back and welcomed you. Yuji hugged you, you hugged him back of course. Megumi didn't look so pleased but it was Yuji so he let it be.

Guitarist! Megumi, who after the dinner took you home, making sure you were safe. “Can I stay with you tonight…?” he softly asked. “Yeah, come in!” you said letting him in. You both took off your shoes at the door, hanging jackets on the hooks. “You wanna do something specific or…?” you asked, getting his attention. “You wanna watch a movie?” he said the first thing that came to mind. “Alright, what genre?” you said sitting on the couch in front of the TV and signaling him to sit beside you.

Guitarist! Megumi, who was definitely paying attention to the movie (he was, just not 100% of his attention). He sheepishly placed his arm over the headrest of the couch. You sat closer to him and placed your head on his chest while watching the movie. The movie was still going but you could feel his gaze on you, “Gumi?”, you catch him off guard. “Huh? Oh- sorry… was I staring too much?” he asks awkwardly. “No… just wanted to know if you were tired, cus I am.” a yawn escapes your mouth as soon as you finish that sentence.

Guitarist! Megumi, who nods and gets up from the couch, waiting for you to lead him to your room. You both arrive and you lend him some clothes that did not fit you anymore but thankfully fit him well. He changed in the bathroom, coming out when he was done to you already in bed under the covers. He slips under the covers, he does not know what to do. Still body, sleeping like a plank. You sigh and giggle, bringing him to your chest. Hugging him and snuggling closer.

Guitarist! Megumi, who freezes at the sudden contact but does not pull away, instead he wraps his arms around you and closes the distance even more. His head resting on your neck, light breathes tickling your soft skin. You can feel him smiling against you, which makes you smile in return. He starts some random conversation, so he could hear your voice. He ultimately ended up falling asleep to it.

Guitarist! Megumi, who after a whole year of being your partner, he still treats you the same (nothing was going to change). He takes you out on strolls, calls you to help him with his guitar, you guys go on dates- he loves you so much and you love him as much back. He wants to spend as much time as possible with you, and takes you everywhere. He does not show you off to people though, he likes his private life well- private.

Guitarist! Megumi, who definitely misses you when he goes out on tour. He will show he misses you by sending you voice messages, he is not really the type to call, he prefers to see your face in real life, not on a screen. Which you appreciate, even though you ask him to at least facetime once every blue moon.

Masterlist

[satoruzlove]

Omg congratulations on 1k! You deserved it!

And for the event, can you do Hinata Shoyo with the prompt: “love at first sight”?

aa tysm lumi sweetie !! and yes , ofc i can 🫂

DREAM.

[hinata shoyo]

tick, tick, tick .

the clock of shoyo’s lecture room had grown more and more irritating as time went by. his knee bounced impatiently and his eyes skimmed every inch of the room that wasn’t the board or lecturer’s table. the red head didn’t know what he was waiting for, as this wasn’t his first time in this lecture room but it had just felt like a drag altogether. the scratch of pens and clicking of keys, droning voice of his professor and his own thoughts irked him to no end.he glances at the clock again and it’s barely moved - but it’s still almost time for him to leave. he grabs for a pen , his favorite one, and begins clicking it anxiously. anything to get out of the classroom.

shoyo never liked class even in high school. it made him feel small, the knowledge forced into his head and sleep tugging at his eyelids whenever someone began speaking. he didn’t like how dumb it made him feel or how it was just never his thing - another reason why he loved volleyball so much. he never had to do equations or punctuate sentences - nothing of that sort. just raw passion and excitement that filled his veins with a burny, jumpy chemical he never seemed to get enough of. the boy finds his mind wandering farther and farther from the lecture room and his body, drifting to his high school days and the first match he ever played competitively. god, his middle school uniform was so ugly. he can’t believe they made him-

“hey, are you okay?”

shoyo looks up as his brown eyes finally refocus as he comes back to earth. his leg stills, and the clicking of his pen comes to a stop. eyes flitting upward to you, shoyo blinks. once. twice. a third time just to make sure he isn’t dreaming.

he takes a moment to capture you- your features.your head is tilted slightly to the right, eyebrows furrowed just a little bit. your eyes - beautiful, he thought. he knew he’d have a hard time looking away. your eyes sparkled, curious and concerned but kind, well intended. your voice was heavenly, smooth and earthy like a warm chai in a clay mug. it reminded him of the feeling of grass on his feet, the grass of his home and the grounded sensation that came with it. you blink at him, and when he realises he’s been staring for too long he clears his throat. shoyo takes a look around just to find that the lecture room is empty- apart from you two. you’re leaned over his part of the desk, your elbows supporting you and your bag messily slung over you.

“i’m- i’m fine. i’m great, actually,” he says, his voice threatening to crack in betrayal. he sees the way your features soften, and his heart does a little dance in the depth of his chest. you smile, lips widening and your eyes getting smaller as result of the apples of your cheeks rising too. “good, i’m glad, my name’s yn,” you say, nodding at the last bit. he smiles back, cheeks a pretty pink and his lip caught between his teeth. he was excited, burny and jumpy excitement.

“i’m shoyo, it’s nice to meet you, yn.” the athlete greets back. a hand extended, he tries not to faint when he feels yours. you’re shaking his hand. mentally, he’s partially bashing himself because who the hell shakes hands? but when he feels your skin, soft and comforting- he doesn’t think anything. not about his next lecture, practice or anything outside the room. just you, the concern and care you showed a stranger - a weird stranger. shoyo converses with you briefly, and he watches you make your way out the lecture hall. he sits , a smile on his face and red painted on his cheeks from before.

shoyo gets up eventually, but he can’t help but feel like he’s asleep, because you were a dream.

[bluesregards]

So I have some thoughts about RvB

A few weeks ago I started watching Red vs Blue for the first time with some friends. I have/had been in the RT community since like 2010 or 2011? And just never watched more than some best of clips from youtube while in high school. I did know some spoilers from years of knowing people who are REALLY into the series. And here are my thoughts on some of the seasons.

Season 1: I would be blue team if Church would shut the fuck up. Donuts voice is so nice and Simmons is great! Sarge feels like every liberal old man I have known that doesnt know hes liberal. Tex just feels under and over sold at the same time? This was def made in 2003

Season 2: God damn it Church I thought you were gonna be gone for good. Damn it. Well at least you gave me Doc. Now him I love. I like his accent. O’Malley seems like an interesting concept but idk. tucker be less weird and I’d like you more.

Season 3: How much fucking weed did Burnie burns smoke to make this season what the hell. Why the hell is he english?? Andy is really edgy humor in the way a shit is.

Season 4: So Mpreg certainly wasn’t on my list of things I thought I’d see today.

Season 5:  Sister might be one of my fav people. I love confident people who are just so casual about their sex live. Blarg chicka honk honk might be the funniest thing they have ever written. Vic and Vic jr shut up

Season 6: GOD DAMN IT I HATE THE DIRECTORS ACCENT SO MUCH. Did that slut Agent Washington just hold a grudge so hard that he had to mangle souths corpse like that? you petty bitch I love it. Also I would kill a man for Delta

Season 7: Washington I like you but if Donut is really gone I’ll have to break your legs. Basketball Church might be the only Church I like.

Season 8: Church is out here just trying to download a gf huh. I will pay someone to stab the director. The Meta seems cool but I can’t place why I’m not 100% invested in him??

Season 9:  AGENT CAROLINA WILL YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TRY AND BREAK ME IN HALF. IM LITERALLY BEGGING. Caboose being a god for a second and that Platypus joke are my favorite things I’ve seen.

Season 10: Oh the Director is like the worst kind of wife guy ever huh. Carolina has mommy and daddy issues no wonder I’m attracted to her like a gnat. Wash feels more like comedic relief but its the past and hes younger so I’ll allow it. Hey Carolina yank me like you yanked Wash thou. The really oversold Frodo in the marketing material huh

Season 11: Oh god they gave Caboose depression and trauma now im sad. Wash and Tucker talking is great actually. Felix has little hips and it’s a touch hard to take him serious because I can see Miles shit eating grin(affectionate). Locus feels like if Maine could speak and didn’t have a batshit AI

Season 12: Im halfway through it. Will update.  Carolina putting people into pegging position immediately is my jam thou. I do like them actually making the reds and blues actually seem to grow up a little bit.

[purplekoop]

Alright screw it, full list of Kirby crossover Overwatch skin ideas:

Kirby Echo. Hard to explain how it looks with words but it works in my head.

King Dedede Reinhardt. In my heart this one is the Mythic skin of this bunch with variants for unmasked, the classic Masked Dedede mask, and the Forgo Dedede mask.

Meta Knight Genji. Not much explaining needed I think.

Bandana Waddle Dee Tracer. I didn't have any better ideas for either end of this pairing, but like. again it works in my head.

Whispy Woods Bastion. I swapped my ideas for Orisa and Bastion back and forth, but figured Ganymede dressed as the small Kirby bird of your choice would make more sense. Plus, Orisa already has a nature-themed skin.

Paint Roller Lucio. I think this is a fan favorite obscure miniboss, plus it'd be a fun different look for a Lucio skin.

Nightmare Sigma. With every idea for group skins I keep casting Sigma as the ultimate big bad, but like... c'mon it works too well here. The Hyperspheres are the ball form.

Rick Wrecking Ball. hamter.

Dark Matter Swordsman Soldier 76. mouthful, yikes. I actually had a list of notes I decided to check partway through making this post, and I forgot about this one. I think the idea was the visor? Could be cool I think.

Marx Junkrat. funny little guy who chucks exploding balls. Could do a fun detail with his prosthetics looking like pieces of Nova.

Heavy Lobster Orisa. Favorite obscure Kirby boss that never shows up in a series full of recurring bosses. Definitely a skin nobody besides me consciously wants.

Mr. Frosty/Chef Kawasaki Roadhog. Hard to pick between these two iconic midbosses, but I very much only see either design working as like, an edgy slasher villain parody of the original when on Roadhog.

Adeline Brigitte. Flail is the paintbrush. That's all the justification I need to say.

Ripple Queen Mei. Definitely a more obscure character to prioritize but the idea won't leave my brain, I think it'd look too cute to pass up. Also yes: Snowball is Ribbon.

Dark Meta Knight Reaper. ow the edge.

Daroach Cassidy. Hat. Though would also consider Ashe, if only just for the sake of Storro B.O.B.

Drawcia Moira. I mean Moira throws around blobs and sprays of bright colors around, it works. Plus I think this'd be a fun look for her that's not too out of place stylistically.

Necrodeus Doomfist. Felt bad not having a Mass Attack reference of any kind for some reason (even though I don't have an Epic Yarn character here and that's my favorite spinoff). This was the best pairing of "cool bad guy" matching that I had left, but I mean I think it'd look cool.

Magolor Zenyatta. Silly floating man with his orbs and mysterious past.

Landia Pharah. Another niche one but it looks sick in my head. Was also considering giving her Dyna Blade.

Taranza Lifeweaver. Okay explaining this one: sad pretty boy with trauma and a flower motif. Plus they both use grabby magic to yoink people. Works with how average Rein players feel about Life Grip.

Queen Sectonia Symmetra. I wanted to have Sectonia somewhere and by process of elimination this is the idea I like the best. Not explicitly meant for a SymWeaver thing but hey that works too. the inverse height dynamic between the pairings feels wrong though...

Susie D.va. This is another obvious one, little pink bitches with big mechs, little pew pews, trauma, and room for me to project onto.

Haltmann Torbjorn. Another one from my notes I completely forgot about. But like. Yeah no it still checks out.

Francisca Junker Queen. A guilty pleasure choice aside from the shared blue hair and axes.

Flamberge Illari. Listen the brain blast I had when I realized "burny powers and also her gun looks like a weird sword." Plus they both scream an above average amount.

Zan Partizanne Widowmaker. It'd be a crime if she wasn't one of the most canonically french Kirby characters.

Hyness/Void Termina Ramattra. I don't know the exact logistics of how this works but in the abstract concept in my head this looks awesome.

Gorimondo Winston. monke.

Yeah that's the list! Everybody besides Mercy, Hanzo, Zarya, Ana, Sombra, Ashe, Baptiste, Sojourn, and Kiriko got one. Also no Mauga... or Venture... or Space Ranger... look this list was from a while ago, plus none of these are even out yet so sue me. (actually had a few ideas for Mercy, but none of them felt really satisfying. Favorite idea for her was using Forgotten Land's final boss mostly because of the silhouette being... more similar than you'd think at first.) Also I got at least part of each of the dream friends besides Gooey, but like. Literally what Overwatch character reminds anyone in any way of Gooey. Be honest with me here.

[thelastbraincellofthehive]

V3 was finished, and I'm still not ok you guys : D

One would think it would get less painful as time goes on, but nope, still hurts like a bitch. Well done RT, well done.

I gotta start by saying the I may fall fighting sequence will forever have a special place in my heart. The moment we finally understood the lyrics to that song, the moment we finally saw Velvet fighting to her full potential, the callback to the trailers and everything Monty put into this show, the moment Weiss finally was able to summon her knight. It was perfection.

Also, the part were the music drops as Velvet calls on Penny's backpack will always make me tear up, and I always enjoy seeing the same in reactors lol we're a cruel fandom, but it's just because we understand.

Another also; the fact that Weiss just ran straight to put herself in between Velvet and the palladin even before she knew she could summon or that the knight would show up. That's growth. I felt so proud of her, she has come so far<3

Cinder saying 'not a foot out of place' and then Amber discovers them for Emmerald's foot raisikg diste, can't believe I hadn't caught that lol. I wonder how much things would've been different if that didn't happen, because it looks like the rest of plans were already in motion by the point Cinder went after the Powers...

Could've we have Pyrrha still if Cinder had killed Amber in time? I feel horrible for asking, but hey, it's Pyrrha.

I gotta say that as much as Adam is garbage and I always remember him with this picture:

His design is so fucking cool... I've always loved his hair honestly, and the Rose design in his jacket? Amazing. Why do cool designs happen to awful people?

That pink apron saying 'Please do nothing to the cook' made me headcanon Ren as a Birromantic Ace, I still think the headcanon makes sense so I hold it lol. Also, I still want one of those aprons, my girl is Ace and she loves pink lol.

I always thought it was so cool and sad how so many storylines got interrupted or just never started thanks to the fall of Beacon. We never got to know what Penny's plan to stay at Beacon was. We didn't get to see the timelime where Yang ran away with Qrow to meet Raven. Arkos was barely trying to raise from the ground when it was shot down. So many little plans that can't be anymore, because that's life.

I know it's a very serious moment but I can't watch the scene when Yang calls Blake to make sure they're ok and ask for Ruby, and not remember when Arryn and Barbara said that Blake and Yang are probably always on a facecall with eachother lol.

Tell me I wasn't the only one who thought Port and Oobleck were gonna die when they told the kids to leave the coliseum? I remember being so sad when Port said 'one final match! Place your bets!' and I couldn't believe it when they appeared again during chapter 12 lol. I'm happy they didn't die, they're so great <3

Speaking of 12. I still can't believe they released that chapter on fucking February 14th. That was just cruel...

Yes I'm avoiding talking about Penny... I just can't, sorry.

Kevin the Wyvern grim is a friend <3 I would totally buy a plush of him if shipping to México wasn't so ridiculously expensive </3

Honestly why aren't there more grimm plushies? They're like Pokémon but Black and white and more deadly!

I.. I gotta go ahead and say It... I really, reaaaaally don't like Taiyang... Sorry, but I have never liked him, don't think I ever will... Never considered him a great or cool dad, kinda feel he only gets that rep because of Burnie. Burnie's cool, but Tai's not for me*shrugs*

Qrow saying that 'sometimes bad things just happen, you just have to move on' after knowing about her semblance is painful. This volume is just full of pain.

THE FUCKIN' MAPLE LEAF!!!!!

Cold being a song about Monty that also perfecto fits Pyrrha it's so heartbreakingly poetic to me... THE world is cruel, but sometimes there's beauty in that cruelness.

As a side note is it weird to get a tattoo of someones signature? I've always wanted to get something to honor RWBY and Monty and his signature is so cool...other ideas include a couple lyrics from Indomitable or Penny's symbol

Emmerald's face when she says 'it's almost sad' was the moment we knew she would get her redemtion. Girl's just alone and needing friends, I'm happy to know where She's gonna end later. I still think we must protect Emmerald.

Seriously I didn't remember how much I missed seeing Pyrrha fight until I saw her again. I wish we could see her again!

Speaking of things I wish we could see again: Roman and Neo fighting together was so great, it's a shame we only got one fight with them. Also, I miss how much Neo used to loved causing mayhem with Roman. Neo in the newer volumes always looks so angry and sad, she literally lost the one thing that gave her happiness </3

Seriously why do Robots eyes' always turn red when they go evil? Lol.

Yang talking to Ruby on that last scene Is the literal embodiment of "I don't care, I say caringly, while I care a lot."

Blake why you must hurt your girl so much? And we're now into the separated Bees period! I loved this period of the fandom lol.

Ironwood against the beowolf is honestly pretty epic. Good job RT, you really sold us the character there.

Remember when we saw the Arkos kiss, and that was the moment we knew Pyrrha was not making it out alive? Yeah, that sucked... And still does.

Divide Is probably my favorite ending credits song to this day. It's epic, it's dark, I love how we got all that insight towards Salem just after meeting her. Definitely a fave. Also, Salem's reveal scene always gives me chills<3 Another favorite part to watch reactors get to.

The call back to players and pieces with Ruby running up the wall<3 I was so happy for a second, then it stopped. I haven't been happyever since (?

And so it starts the very long list of things that Ruby needs years of therapy for. I hope that girl gets the happiest, more perfect life after all this is over. Protect the RuBean. And honestly just give everyone therapy.In a world where negative emotions are literally a magnet for death you would think people would try to take better care of their mental health.

Oh yeah, also. People who get mad at Jaune for getting distracted at the vault:. Dont talk to me. Jaune doesn't deserve that hate, I know I wouldn't fared any better, cut him some slack on this.

And there's that... Fuck this volume hurts. Great thing we got chibi to help with the pain a little lol.

Anyways, thanks for the talk guys! Next one is v4! Spoiler Bout that: I was so traumatized by 3 that I 100% thought Ren or Nora were dying on that finale. Thanks for that CRWBY.

[lemonxlimee]

"Woah! So burny! It's time to smash!!"

"Agreed. This could kill us in seconds, and it should be dismantled immediately."

"Wh- That will make us lose!!"

"Quiet your blades, Fanny. It's for the greater good."

"NO! Lightning got out for the greater good. Remote got out FOR THE GREATER GOOD! Pie... just... kinda.. got out, not PACT related, but TWO OUT OF THREE IS TELLING!!"

"Fanny, it's our mission, our identity, and we must strive to continue it, even in strife."

"There's only four of us left! If we keep this up, we'll all disappear, and then the death will occur anyway! And we WONT BE THERE, TO STOP IT, EITHER!!"

"But. It's. The. Pact."

"Well, I... HATE THE PACT!!"

"Take it back. You LOVE the pact."

"NO!! And if we keep focussing on it, I'M NEXT!! *I HATE THE PACT!*"

"Take it back! Right now!"

"Woah, woah, woah! Hey, Black Hole, I think what Fanny means is, she *loves* the pact, okay?"

"That's THE ***EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT I'M SAYING!!!!***"

"Oh... I misread the situation, then. Whoopsie!"

"I think we need inspiration from a former Death PACT member!"

*beep boop boop beep*

"Hi!"

"PILLOW! WE NEED HELP KILLING PEOPLE!"

"I am on my way! :D"

"No, Pillow, we-! Ah, whatever, do what you want."

"Hello, Death PACT! I'm here to teach you about the positives of death!"

"It's Death PACT *AGAIN,* and get out of here!"

"Hey, just hear her out!"

"It's simple science, really. In my studies, I've noticed those who revolve themselves around death are far luckier and more likely to succeed! Those who disrupt and ignore it, are doomed to bad luck!"

"That doesn't explain our huge immunity run in bfb. I've heard enough, off you go."

"If Pillow thinks we need to kill people, then I don't see any harm in it! If it means I don't go home, then ALL THE BETTER!"

"No! Stop it, Fanny!"

"TREE! Pillow and I are gonna CHOP YOU UP! It's, for the greater good, as you say."

"No, help! Black Hole, suck me up!"

"But... but if I suck you up, you'll die anyway."

"Just stop once you're *about* to suck me up! Just pull me away from these murderers!"

"Oh gosh, if I don't help, I'll contribute to death, but if I do help, I'm risking death... I-... fine."

"Don't make this HARDER THAN IT ALREADY IS, BLACK HOLE!"

"Ow! Ouch! Ahh!! Aaahhh!!"

"Three! Two! One!"

*pop*

"Ha ha! You killed him!"

"NO!! I..."

"My work here is done! La la la, la la la!"

"How DARE YOU."

"Not my fault! I was gonna chop him up elsewhere! Not my fault you ripped him up!"

"Explain how Tree's dead body is going to help us complete this oven-fixing challenge *at all.*"

"Look, I was trying my best to mix up our strategy. Because YOU'RE not DOING ANYTHING!"

"Blah, blah, blah. You've betrayed our trust. You've betrayed *my* trust."

"Hello, Death PACT Again!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT."

"Uh... we've got this... glass panel. Do you have any use for this?"

"Uhh, a glass panel? That's exactly what we need for the oven!"

"Yeah, we'll take it."

"Not for free! Give us something!"

"I mean, we have... Tree's dead body?"

"We love dead bodies! This glass panel is yours."

"I think we might've just traded down... but whatever. Tear Drop awaits!"

"Wait, did we just get exactly what we need solely because of the dead body?"

"We- uh-"

"Pillow was right! The death made us win! We won, because we killed Tree!"

"Uh- but-"

"TWO!! WE HAVE WHAT IS NEEDED FOR THE OVEN!!!"

"Why didn't you say so! Seriously, why yell? I could hear you either way. Whatever. Have you fixed the oven?"

"We have this glass panel to replace the old one!"

"Let's see if it fits!"

...

"It's a perfect fit! Phew. Thanks for getting that, guys. You win immunity and are the first team safe! I don't know if you have a new team strategy, but whatever it is, it's clearly working! Bye!"

"Grrr, I hate the new strategy!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

[maguro13-2]

Demons Unleashed ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Gaiden Finale (7/10) ~

*IFRIT ROARING*

[The Power - Seirou Okamoto]

Eggman Nega : Behold! The power of the Ifrit! A creature of being a powerful entity by feeding him chao, all made by the powers of the Emeralds, the ultimate demon of destruction!

Sonic : Eggman Nega!

Blaze : This time we'll put a stop to your shenanigans!

Eggman Nega : You got Whisker? I'm impressed that you and Blaze finally made it this far.

Blaze : The Jeweled Scepter! (sees the Jewel Scepter) Nega! I mean...Eggman Negative! Don't! You don't know what you're going to do with this planet! You've come here to destroy Eggman's reputation, not destroy the world together with the Jeweled Scepter that you stolen!

Eggman Nega : Yes. This Secpter belonging to your people has the power to bring stars, but it turns out that it also has the power to bring Volcanic erputions that triggers the earth's core. I extracted the research to all of it's memories and it's past during our last fight two years before Central City became nothing than a memory from the Black Arms. So after that and tried to turn Mobius into a collectable. I found out that the Jeweled Scepter would be a great tool for ultimate destruction, desiring much power and much greatness to the will of it's own. I guaranteed that you will be so pleased if you know what it means to handle the truth of your existence shall be.

Blaze : Well, despite the nonsense of destroying all that it's left from my people, the Jeweled Scepter is just an artifact from my people's past, although it does make me clearly of what was going to be that it warns anybody not to touch it and I suggested that you tried to get your filthy hands!

Nozomi : You're gonna pay for your crimes for what you've done to Blaze's World, Eggman Negative! I hope the law will understand what a coward like you going to do for yourself!

Eggman : Well it's a great thing that all of us can play in this part of for real.

Sonic : Eggman!

Tails : No way! You're doing the same as him! What are you trying to get a hold of!?

Eggman : No offense, but...Please, help me. This guy's nuts.

Eggman Nega : And now, with our help, we can burn this world right to the ground!

Eggman : Wait, what?

[Stop the Black Hole - Hideaki Kobayashi]

*DBZ SFX : Rumbling*

Nozomi : Woah! We're wobbling!

Jet : Hey, something's coming out of the ground!

Sonic : !?

*DBZ SFX : Loud Exlposions*

Sonic : What is that giant giant thing!?

Nozomi : Oh my gosh! They built a giant...Wizard!?

"EGG WIZARD : THE ROBOTIC MAGICIAN"

Jet : This is what they've been working on!? No way they manage to build something that is like Dragon Quest! You know this ain't an RPG, this is action!

Sonic : Even the great Wizard Merlin can't top that!

Blaze : So this what you've been hiding! You weren't helping yourself to conquer the world, you were helping Eggman Nega to destroy the world! I knew you were doing something stupid!

Sonic : So I guess the pirates that we fought in Rush Adventure were always a diversion! They've been building another robot that will use the Jeweled Scepter as a weapon of mass destruction! We gotta stop that thing before it destroys the whole world.

Blaze : So that's what my people told me about that secpter, it was prevented not to be falling in the wrong hands, but I believe it was a suggest that Eggman Nega had it figured that it would control the planet! Much to wisely! To only change that subject, I suggest that you should realize that you're not the only one who ever dealt with first! Sonic, the time has come! Now we use the power of the emeralds!

Sonic : Got it!

[Cutscene : Transform - Seirou Okamoto]

Sonic : Here goes nothing.

(the Chaos and Sol emeralds encircles around Sonic and Blaze]

Eggman : [To Eggman Nega] I told you this happened after the Black Arms.

Eggman Nega : Oh, crud.

Sonic & Blaze : [unison] Super Transformation! Here we go!

*DBZ SFX : Big Aura+Powering up*

Super Sonic : Now this is more like it!

"SUPER SONIC!"

Burning Blaze : I will put an end to your misery! Time to face judgement!

"BURNING BLAZE!"

Sonic & Blaze : [unison] Let's see what you got!

"Meanwhile..."

Dimentio : I'm glad that everyone made it this far, looks like count black has been able to turn the tables, everything is according to plan. This will be proven the scientific fact that all of the eight hearts of the Eight Pillars have finally been collected by eight collectors, now my plan will unleash this planet into darkness when it will be swallowed by one powerful item, this item here is the Chaos Heart, it will soon put the universe to cease into existence. I think that I have this emotion.

Count Bleck : Of course, we got it in person! With desires we could finally end the universe together, this our one way dream of conquering the universe in darkness!

Dimentio : I'm afraid not. We're not doing this together, we just had few adjustments of my plan that I will end all life on earth and including Real World AU, so it's your loss.

O'Chunks : Our lost!? What do you mean our lost!? We worked are way out to find out that we collected that "what-you-call-it" data on the eight pure hearts connecting to the vessels that are the eight pillars what purpose do you have for us!?

Count Bleck : But if you didn't know, I created the Chaos Heart for no reason! What do you think this is a good to put all of us in...Omnicide?

Dimentio : I thought that you would event think beginning to say that. I can't believe that I literally a trusted a fool like you. I was once a Phantonian to ever look after Maka, the child of the race, ever since she is mistaken by her people, we knew that she would be expelled from a world called Soul Eater that does not exist in the real world, all just a fantasy in her head, a dream in which she was trapped after in a deep sleep for three years. That's why she wanted to save Real World AU from destruction, the Shinigami that she knew was only a boy and the Lord Death that she knew is a heartless.

Count Bleck : !? You fool! How did you know all of that stuff!?

Dimentio : Because I had my own eyes seek into Truth to believe that there's no such thing is the world of Soul Eater. It was all part of Lord Nightmare's plan to trick her into make believes of one story. That author of her's was a weird man to make a weird story.

Count Bleck : So it was that wizard who put her in a deep sleep for three years! So the author was weird all along! A story he written was nonsense and a bunch of make believes! So if the heroes and Villains of Soul World existed, what's becoming of Real World like this now!?

Dimentio : Just to bring all the darkness into the hearts and souls, and now with my plans in motion, I think I don't serve your kind anymore, "BLECK"!

Count Bleck : What!?

[heartless laughing evilly]

*DBZ SFX : Surprise*

Count Bleck : Dimentio, You would dare turn your back on me!? I thought we had an agreement! What are you planning to do with these chumps!?

Dimentio : Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's time that we needed some businesses to take care of anyway. Perhaps, how about we've given ourselves a little retcon to change the script. I don't have time for losers like you anymore.

Count Bleck : Retcon, what retcon? You're not letting someone to change the plot do you? What are you going to do with Retconning the script!?

Dimentio : Making progress of course! Presto Change-o! Behold, the power of the Time Eater's retcon! *snaps*

Count Bleck : (gasps)

[Flower's Fall - Yutaka Minobe]

Time Eater : Chaos...CONTROL!!!

*Sonic SFX : Chaos Control*

"At last, everyone has gathered the eight pure hearts in total!"

"Now plans will finally be complete! And Mario is going for a biggest downhill of all!"

"There's nothing that can stop me now in my master plans!"

"Think you have what it takes to have this kind of power, Mario?"

(Dimentio laughs evilly)

Dimentio : This will be the end for Paper Mario! And Darkness shall be in it's rightful place!

~ Stage 37 : Rush to the Finish ~

[meant-to-be-a-hero]

Season Six, Episode Twenty: The Wolves Of War

Last one! ;_;

I had a lot of thoughts on this one.

This is the second of two episodes that were longer than the usual forty minutes.

I don't usually comment on the recap, but Lydia says Ethan and Derek, but the screen shows Derek and Jackson. Oops?

Oh good, some bad matting for the finale. At least we're consistent.

Hey, it's the Deadly Class kid. Benjamin Wadsworth?

Well, doesn't all this look familiar.

Vague Allison reference so she's present in the finale in some form :)

"How does it end?" - :(

Meanwhile, picking up where we left off...

"You didn't think you were doing this without me, did you?" "Without us!" - Best entrance, welcome back guys.

I love that Stiles took the time to go get Roscoe for himself.

Yeah, you better all run!

Twisting the knife with Deuc. But at least he got a proper send-off.

The Guest Starring roll for this episode is Very Long. Almost everyone's here again.

"Cry havoc, and let loose the dogs of war..." - Chilling.

Gerard, you enormous cunt. I've held off on saying it, but he really is.

Eichen House, getting in on the finale action after all.

Time to split the party, that always ends well.

Gerard really has no idea what he's unleashed, or what's coming for him.

No Deaton for the finale? He was only in like one episode in this arc I think, probably too busy on Walking Dead.

Stiles and Derek are doing a "The Man Who Killed Batman" thing, with the different perspectives on the same experience.

Eleventh hour I love yous are the best. Mason and Corey are so cute.

MELISSA MCCALL IS BEST MOM.

They're all surprisingly capable without you actually, Stiles.

Kind of fitting for everything to end at the high school. Plus it's one of their four sets, so y'know.

There's our first Anuk-Ite victim of the night, RIP Peter (for now).

Oh, this guard with Jackson was the idiot with the rifle in Eichen House.

"I can't drive sports cars any more. There's no room for my tail." - Iconique.

My first thought here was that they'd do a Medusa and make the Anuk-Ite look at itself.

Stiles, don't ruin Lydia and Jackson's reunion! He's actually a bit of a tit this episode tbh.

"I thought you'd never figure it out!" - Well that's certainly one way of coming out to your friends.

Gabe's gun is HUGE, that thing looks like it fires grenades.

Theo, comin' in clutch.

Monroe, you are also an enormous cunt.

Invisible boyfriends!

Liam and Theo in the Hellevator once again.

Melissa and Nolan (!) with the save!

Oh burny Wolf's Bane bullet time. At least Monroe only had the one.

Parrish-cicle Mark II.

Noah gets his BAMF moment, well deserved.

"What are you, like 60?" - Oh you idiots are cruisin' for a bruisin'.

Malia's down. Lydia's vision is coming true.

Jackson, defeated by love.

I think the only time we actually hear the Anuk-Ite's real voice is when it was talking to Gerard a few episodes ago.

Dad team-up, team-up of the dads.

Oh hey Jennifer. It's a shame Braeden didn't come back, or even get a mention. Presumably she and Derek broke up at some point, she's obviously not Eli's mom.

Derek, undone by temptation and/or stupidity, delete as appropriate.

Mutually assured destruction for the two Evil Argents.

Void Stiles being Scott's greatest fear, his best friend being corrupted by evil, is kind of fitting actually.

And here's the Nogitsune.

Oh, there's a proper Allison reference. Considering he was the only villain who actually killed a main character (and it stuck), him being part of the finale is neat too.

Scott doing the Wonder Woman bit. What a fucking hero.

Monroe sacrificing her own soldiers, just like Gerard taught her.

Oh we're doing the Villain Greatest Hits - there's a Berserker, an Oni, a Dread Doctor. Marti Matulis is pulling overtime.

Say it Gerard, say it! One last time! MOUNTAIN AAAAASSHHHH!

Little Stiles spark to save the day.

Oh hi Coach! I know he's a recovering alcoholic, but honestly he deserves a drink after what he's been through.

I do want to feel bad for Gabe. But I do also feel like he was kind of a fucker even before the Anuk-Ite and Monroe got their claws into him, unlike Nolan who was just scared.

Raeken's Redemption :)

There's actually a villain from every season in this episode when you about it. Peter, Chris, Kate, Gerard, Jackson, Deucalion, Jennifer, Stiles, Theo, and Monroe. I think we're just missing a Ghost Rider, unless they were in the fight scene and I missed them while I was taking notes.

Au revoir, Gerard. I hope it fucking hurt.

Hellhound Used Heat Haze! It's super effective!

"You lost!" - Liam forgot to add "you absolute fucking bitch" to that, but it's an MTV show so I guess he couldn't.

I guess this is why they had to pair Scott with someone, so they could do this whole power-of-love bit to repair his eyeballs.

Although we did know he was fine, since he had eyes in the framing sequence.

"I am a great coach." - What a dickhead, I love him a lot.

Oh, there's Deaton, they used some stock footage from earlier this season.

Chris + Melissa confirmed <3

That entire little montage is so good, tbh.

"They're my friends. My pack." - I am going to CRY.

"You're not a monster. You're a werewolf. Like me." - Okay, NOW I'm going to cry. I forgot we ended on that, fuck sake ;_;

What a finale. Wraps up all the loose ends, while leaving the show open for a revival (or a movie ;) ). Everyone gets time to shine, and some screen time to themselves, plus Scott gets to be the True Alpha Of My Heart all over the place. My only complaint really is that the Anuk-Ite gets captured a little too easy, but the fight scene beforehand makes up for it.

I'm glad I rewatched this tbh. It's reminded me just why it's one of my favourite shows.

[muffindaddystyles]

Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Hello! I saw that requests are open and i love ur writing so I would like a peter parker x male reader angst.

Basically, reader and peter have a big argument (you can choose what about) and reader says something like " peter i don't think I can do this anymore, let's take a break from each other." And then leaves. They don't talk to each other for weeks and when they see each other somewhere (like school or on a mission) they just ignore each other and only talk if necessary. Fluff ending pls

A/n: Thank you for the request! I'm a whore for angst so I love getting sad requests, I hope you enjoy it!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Peter parker x male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

E/c: Eye color

H/c: Hair color

N/n: Nickname

Warnings: angst, relationship break, Peter isn’t the best boyfriend, fluffy ending, cussing

Word count: 828

Peter had made many mistakes in his short life, most of which he regretted every day. Pushing his boyfriend to the side, and spending more time with Mr. Stark, or Ned, hell even patrol was a regret that haunted him. Admittedly he didn’t think anything of it for a while, certain that if it bothered Y/n, he’d bring it up.

Yet here they were, Y/n’s chest heaving and unshed teras in his E/c eyes. Knowing that he was the reason for his tears made Peter want to curl into a ball and disappear, he never wanted to hurt Y/n like this.

“I can’t keep doing this Peter.” God his voice sounded so tired, so broken. His chest tightened as he watched the other boy. “I get being a hero, I’m one too for fucks sake, but I only see you at school or on missions now! You’re always with Mr. Stark or Ned, am I just not important anymore?”

Peter opened and closed his mouth, the words stuck in his throat. Of course, Y/n was important! He was the love of Peter’s life, the idea of life without the other boy seemed dull, making his stomach twist painfully. A scoff left the H/c haired boys’ lips, arms wrapping protectively around himself.

“I think we need to take a break.” The words broke the unbearable silence, but now Peter just wished the silence would’ve stayed.

“Wait, Y/n please.” Peter reached out for his boyfriend, heart breaking as Y/n pulled away as if he’d been burned. “I gotta go Peter, I’m sorry.” The other boy turned away, not sparing the brunette a glance as he left Peter standing alone in the apartment. He’d fucked up big time, and he didn’t know if there was a way to fix this.

Time became a blur to Peter, almost as if every day was on repeat, get up, go to school, hang out with Mr. Stark, patrol and go to bed. It was the same thing every day, life seeming unexciting without Y/n by his side enjoying life with him.

He saw the other boy at school and Peter always wanted to reach out and talk to him, but the crushing guilt held him back. Y/n asked for a break, and it wasn’t fair to take that away from him.

The days turned into weeks, and the loneliness only increased with time. He no longer woke up to goofy texts from Y/n or hear his stupid jokes on patrol. Peter didn’t realize how much of his life revolved around his boyfriend until he was gone.

The arachnid had never felt so alone, he could be in a crowded room, and he’d still feel invisible. The only person who ever truly saw him was now gone, because he’d been a neglectful boyfriend.

The day Y/n approached him once more felt like seeing colors for the first time, the world was no longer dull. He gave the other boy a hesitant smile, not sure if the H/c haired boy approaching him was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Hey Pete.” God, he had missed that nickname, so many other people say it, but none of them compared to the way his name rolled off of Y/n’s tongue. “I wanted to talk to you, about the break.”

Peter could feel his heart thudding, giving a silent nod of acknowledgement, not trusting himself to speak.

“I’ve really missed you.” The words crashed down on Peter like a tidal wave, his throat tightening a bit. “I’ve missed you too Y/n.” He replied quietly, cheeks burning pink.

“I wanna try again Peter, but I need you to try harder, it hurts to think that I don’t matter as much as Ned or Tony.” Peter could’ve gotten on his knees and thanked every God out there for giving him this blessing.

“I promise N/n, I’m gonna do better. You’re more important than anything else.” Peter breathed out, hesitantly grabbing the other boy’s hand. Y/n have Peters hand a squeeze, and the familiar feeling made his heart flutter.

“I love you so much.” Peter breathed out, pulling his boyfriend into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry for being a shitty boyfriend.” Peter’s face nuzzled into Y/n’s neck, breathing in the familiar cologne.

“I love you too Petey.” After a moment Peter pulled away, giving Y/n a smile. “How about I take you on a date tonight, just you and me.” He offered lightly, thumb brushing over his boyfriend’s knuckles.

“I’d love that.” The grin that spread across Y/n’s face put the sun to shame, and Peter felt elated to be the reason he smiled like that. He had been a shitty boyfriend but that was going to change, he’d never let Y/n down again.

[urimaginespimp]

Untouchable (This Love pt 8)

Bucky x reader (elemental witch)

Set during TFATWS mainly episodes 4-5

Note: Little references on You All Over Me

Previous Part: Happiness

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“I’m letting you go, Bucky.”

It felt like he watched a part of himself die as soon as those words left your lips. How could he have been so late to realize that he’s in love with you? And in the worst possible time ever; When you finally look like you’re in peace and ready to open yourself once more to the world.

“I’d really like to be friends with you again someday. Maybe as you’ve said before, I will thank you.” You genuinely smiled at him and he almost wanted to yell at you to take it back. To say that you still want to be together.

But that would be so cruel of him. So he merely returned a smile, hoping that it came off genuine.

“You go alert Sam. I’m gonna try my best to stall Ayo and the other women. Though I doubt I could buy you more than a few seconds once the eighth hour rolls around.” you grinned and turned to go find where the Dora Milaje were waiting.

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Eight hours have passed and you were now taking the Dora Milaje to where Sam, Bucky, and Zemo would be.

Only when you were outside the door, you could hear an unfamiliar man’s voice almost threatening Sam into a fight.

“He’d die before he thinks he can hurt a friend to the throne.” Ayo commented, and before you knew it, one of them have thrown their spear before the man who you now can assume as discount Captain America could even raise a fist to Sam.

You walked in beside Ayo and based on Bucky’s expression, their business with Zemo wasn’t even close to done yet.

“Even if he is a means to your end, time’s up.” Ayo declared out loud in the room. “Release him to us now.”

“Hi. John Walker. Captain America.” The man interrupted. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. This didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky however, who was mentally kicking himself because now was not the time to be reminded that he knows how those felt against his. The little taste of heaven he got.

“You were like a little sister to Steve Rogers, right?” He turned his attention to you with a cheery voice. “Happy to finally meet your new big brother?” He jested.

“Sorry. That positions been long taken over ever since the potty mouth racoon started exchanging memes with me.” you retort with a shrug, which made Sam cough to hide his chuckles, and Zemo to look at you as if that was the craziest thing he’s ever heard.

“Well, let’s uh, put down the pointy sticks and we can walk this through, huh?” Walker tried to gain control over the room’s atmosphere.

“Hey, John. Take it easy.” Sam butted in. “You might wanna fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje. Or even worse, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I think I can take some water or rocks being thrown at me.” He smirked at you, making the side of your lip twitch.

“Careful, Walker, I’m almost twitching to blend that bloodstream of yours. I can control you like a puppet and I wouldn’t even have to move an inch from where I’m standing.” You smiled at him almost eerily, and Bucky was sporting a proud look on his face.

But of course, you weren’t gonna do it. You’ve long vowed to put puppeting the living off the table unless it was a life and death situation.

Walker gulped before turning once again to Ayo. “The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here.”

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.” You could almost see steam coming out of Ayo’s ears as she spoke. She could also feel that something didn’t feel right with this man.

Looking at his companion, you could see that unlike Walker, he was getting nervous.

“Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.” Walker played it off, before he layed his hand on Ayo.

Then all hell broke loose.

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Ayo literally disarmed Bucky. Both of you shared the same shocked expression.

Walker was catching his breath after they handed his ass to him, and was failing miserably to remove the spear that held the shield up on the table.

Ayo opened the doors to where Zemo had last gone into, only to find it empty.

One of the women took the spear off effortlessly and picked up the shield as Walker was now on the ground looking defeated.

“He is gone. Leave it.” Ayo told her.

Picking his Vibranium arm off the ground, Bucky was still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked, just getting up from the floor.

“Guessing from his reaction, no.” You commented as he attached it back and tested it. “Are you alright?” you approached him. His arm worked just fine. Relief flooded him.

“Yeah. How about you? You still got cuts and bruises from Madripoor.” He reaches out and holds a side of your jaw to turn your head as if to assess the minor damages on your face, causing your breath to hitch.

This was the first time he got to touch you again after all the distancing and avoiding you’ve been doing before. He smiled at you sweetly, making you confused. Sam was also giving Bucky a questioning look.

“I think I’m gonna help them look for Zemo. You guys gonna be alright?” you stepped back away from him and turned to Sam, and he nodded before giving you a hug and told you to be safe.

You gave Bucky a smile before leaving to catch up with the Dora Milaje. As soon as you were out of earshot, Sam turned to him with a smug expression.

“Have something to share, Bucky?” He asked playfully, already having a hunch why Bucky was acting all weird.

“Sam, I’m in love with her.” He replied, still staring at the direction where you just exited.

“Yeah, I figured.” he snorted in reply. It was about damn time.

“But just when it hit me, she then says she’s letting me go. Now I’m the one caught up in her.”

“Well that’s some angsty shit right there, man. Let’s grab something to eat first and talk about how your cyborg brain finally named the feelings you’ve had all this time.” Sam pats his shoulder before muttering that he was gonna need food for this discussion.

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You had an inkling that Zemo was heading to Sokovia. And it seemed that Bucky had the same though as he caught up on you and the Dora Milaje on your way there.

The moment you saw him, the dried blood on his face raised your concerns, and he was trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying your attention when you insisted on patching him up, and you were oblivious to the Dora Milaje’s teasing glances thrown his way, and even when one of them mouthed the word simps to him.

He made a mental note to look up what that means later.

I thought you’d be here sooner.” Zemo spoke as he got nearer. “Don’t worry, I’ve decided I’m not going to kill you.”

“Imagine my relief.” Bucky replied, clicking the gun on his side.

“The girl has been radicalized beyond salvation. I warned Sam, but he didn’t listen to me. He’s as stubborn as Steve Rogers before him. But you... they literally programmed you to kill. James, do what needs to be done. Karli has people everywhere, and there’s only one way to make sure she cannot continue her mission.” Zemo rationalized.

“I appreciate the advice. But we’re gonna do it our own way.”

Zemo chuckled softly. “Yeah. I was afraid you would say that.”

Raising the gun to his head, there was no once of fear in Zemo’s eyes, rather it looked like he was ready to be reunited with his family. This was further shown when he actually nodded at Bucky.

Only that nothing happened as he pulled the trigger. Instead, he raised his left fist, and as he opened it, the bullets fell off, clanking on the ground.

Just then, three of the Dora Milajes marched up behind him, ready to take him away this time.

“Ladies...” he acknowledged them before turning back to him. “I took the liberty of crossing my name in your book. I hold no grudges for what you thought you had to do.” Bucky nodded, appreciating the gesture.

“Parting words of advice...” Zemo spoke again, this time lower as he knew you might be somewhere nearer and might hear what he’s about to say next.

“Like every other dollar in our pockets, you can’t change where it’s been, James. Much the same goes for you. But Y/N... She loves you nonetheless. And if my eyes don’t deceive me, I’d say you feel the same but she’s doesn’t know that.” he smiles at him

“I’d only realized it myself recently.” He confesses, only then realizing that the three women were listening and now had their brows raised in surprise.

“Don’t be too late.” Zemo grinned in satisfaction of his confession.

“I’m gonna work on that, thank you.” He returned the smile.

“Goodbye, James.”

As you saw them lead Zemo to the ship, you took that as your cue to finally approach them. You’d witness the entire thing, except that it was all inaudible from where you’ve been standing.

“It would be prudent to make yourself scare in Wakanda for the time being, White Wolf.” You heard Ayo advise him as you were finally in earshot’s way.

“Fair enough.” he replies in understanding.

Ayo nodded at you as you came closer to where they were, and she shot you a teasing wink, confusing you while Bucky cleared his throat in embarrassment.

“We’ll wait for you in the ship.” she told you.

“I didn’t know you could be so theatrical, Bucky.” You grinned teasingly at him.

“Had to give you a little inkling to what was happening since you were so far away.” He gave you a boyish smile.

“You’re gonna pick those up later, right?” you gestured at the bullets still on the ground.

“Yeah, just after all of you are gone. Don’t wanna ruin the magic of that scene.” He replied scratching the back of his head, making you laugh.

"You’re going back to Wakanda with them?” Because if you are, then the universe was definitely punishing him since he can’t really go there right now as he pleases.

“Yeah, I’m long overdue for a visit.” You answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything to them. You’d be in their good graces again in no time.” you assured.

As you spoke, the sun was just starting to set behind you, creating a golden outline of you. The sight was making his heart pound. To him you were burning brighter than the sun.

Yep, the universe is definitely fucking me. He thought to himself.

And as you stepped closer, he felt like he was coming undone when you hesitantly pulled him in for a small hug.

“Take care of yourself, James.” you whispered.

James. She called me James. Heat was rising up in him.

Breaking off from the hug, you were blushing. “It’s alright if I call you that too, right? I mean I know I said that’s what I called 1940s you when we were testing the time portal, but it’s still you, you know, and-”

“You can call me whatever you want, sweetheart.” He cut off your rambling, smiling at you. “Just not Barnes again.” He added.

“Why?”

“Well, you were mad at me the whole time you did so.”

“Okay, dipshit.”

“Y/N.” he feigned offense.

You laughed at his expense. “I’ll let either one of you know if I’m back in New Asgard.”

“We’ll have a lot of catching up to do by then.” He smiled, and you turned to head to the ship where unbeknownst to you, the women and Zemo have been watching the two of you interacting.

“Hey Y/N?” Bucky called out to you at the last second.

“Yeah?”

He was contemplating whether he’d just tell you right then and there about his feelings. It was starting to eat him up, but then he shook it off, knowing that he and Sam still had a mission to finish first.

“I... I may have another favor to ask Wakanda.”

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When he got to Sam’s hometown, he saw that there was a community of people helping repair a boat. It reminded him of his time working with in the docs.

He’s now offered his services to help Sam repair their family boat. He’s also met his sister Sara, nad he was surprised that when he made an attempt to be charming, it actually kind of worked.

They were now enjoying a drink together after a day’s worth of fixing.

“Talked to Y/N, yet?” Sam asked him, taking a swing of the bottle.

“She’s a lot more friendly to me now which is both a good and bad sign for me. But I haven’t told her yet. Not really a good time.” he answered in dep thought.

“You know before we got ourselves tangled into this mess, like way before Walker happened and you decided to show up, we were in constant communication.” Sam shared.

“Yeah?” he failed to hide the jealousy in his voice, causing Sam to crack up.

“Don’t get your metal panties in a twist, man. We were mostly talking about you." he clarified. “She knew you didn’t want to see her - which I beg to differ by the way – but she was somehow hoping you would at least be talking to me.”

“I’m sorry for ignoring your calls and text.” He says to Sam, which the man assured him was fine. “There were instances at night where I couldn’t sleep and my thoughts would be plagued with her. That I wish I hadn’t been so rash with making the decision to be alone and leave her the way I did.” this was the first time he talked about it to someone. His own therapist didn’t know a thing about it.

“Let me ask you something. Where do you want to stand in her life after all of this is over?” Sam knew this wasn’t what co-workers would be talking about but he knew that this was for the good of you both.

“I want to spend the rest of my years making it up to her. To let her know that while it took me long to realize it, we were actually always in the same page.” He found himself replying with no hesitation. Sam was satisfied with this answer.

“And how are you gonna convince her to give you a chance?”

He shrugged. He didn’t know just yet.

“Tell you what. The younger people around here know their stuff when it comes to matters of the heart. I’ll have them make a manuscript you could read, or a video tutorial.” He chuckles. He had no idea Sam was being serious.

“Well...” Bucky got up and clinked their bottles together. “Gotta catch my flight tomorrow. Get a hotel for the night. Crash, you know?”

“You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?” Sam grinned, shaking his head.

“Well I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.” He shrugged.

“Just stay here. The people in this town are the most welcoming people in the world. They don’t care if you wear small T-shirts, or if you have six toes, or if your mom’s your aunt, or that I work with a reformed cyborg that’s in love with a witch that’s practically an avatar, who apparently single-handedly secured her adoptive father’s kingdom’s economy-” Bucky chuckled at Sam’s ramblings.

“Okay, I get it. I mean, you know, the people are nice.” he concedes.

“But don’t displace your feelings for Y/n by flirting with my sister.” Sam pointed at him. “Cause if you do, I’ll have Carlos cut you up, feed half of you to the fish, and send the other half to New Asgard so they could to feed you to their fish.”

“Okay.”

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He was gazing up at the stars, feeling the soft grass underneath his lying figure. The comfort and peace it gave him was almost nostalgic.

“How is it possible that this place also has the best set of stars for us to look at?”  A voice spoke next to him. Turning his head to where it came from, his heart fluttered as he welcomed the sight of you lying next to him, looking up the sky with such wander in your eyes.

He recognizes this scenario. He had just woken up once again from a nightmare, and couldn’t fall back asleep despite your presence. So, you proposed you’d both get some fresh air and just lay out on the field while the rest of Wakanda was fast asleep.

At first he was hesitant, not wanting to keep you up any longer, but you insisted that you haven’t been able to sleep a wink before he woke up from his nightmare. That’s how he groggily got up and took the hand you offered up to him as you lead him out of your shared hut, and into the wide field before you.

“Ayo said you’re having progress.” you turned your head to look at him. This time, he was the one stuck looking up the sky. He merely let out a small grunt as a response.

“I’m proud of you, Buck.” He could almost hear the smile from your tone. The genuineness of it all made the side of his lip twitch.

Getting up halfway to face him, you were supporting yourself up with your elbow. “We could celebrate if you want.” you suggested.

“I’m not even fully recovered yet.” he replied.

“So? Every milestone to recovery should be celebrated.” you shrugged. “C’mon old man, it doesn’t have to be grand. Any piece of treat you have in mind?”

“I’ve been meaning to try sushi.” He muttered shyly.

“Consider it done.” you beamed at him, laying back down.

There it was again. The tingly feeling he had in his stomach, which only ever occurred every time you were near. Maybe this was the feeling of gratitude. You’ve never been less than nice to him.

Yeah, that explains it. He thinks to himself.

“Why are you so fine with spending your days here anyway? Don’t you have someone waiting on you out of Wakanda? Steve said you’re more social than him.” He found himself asking.

Still looking up, you were sporting a gentle smile on your face. “I spent a great deal reading up classic romance novels when I was just learning the Midgardian ways. And I’m still in love with the whole chivalry, slow-burn romance thing. Imagine my disappointment when the first civilian man I found inherently cute outright asked me if he could have some in the bathroom.” you pursed your lips, making Bucky crack a soft laugh.

“My ma would’ve had my head if I ever said that to a lady.” he replied smiling, his eye crinkling at the thought. “...is that why you said you find me incredibly attractive?” he found himself asking, surprising both of you.

Even underneath the stars, he could see the heat rising up your cheeks. “Oh, you remember that?” you chuckled awkwardly.

“It’s not every day a girl would say that to the world’s deadliest assassin whose just been accused of a bombing incident.”  he was mentally kicking himself for even opening up the topic.

“It’s Steve’s fault. He wouldn’t shut up about how charming and a gentleman you are. And it didn’t help that you’re annoyingly handsome.”

He shifted in his position. “Bet you’re disappointed now.” he said in a low voice.

“Not really.” you argued. “If anything, you’ve added the words hot and strong to the list.” you teased, poking him on the arm. He shook his head at how casual you were being.

“Sooner or later Buck, it won’t be just me crushing on you. Maybe you’d even find yourself falling for a civilian.” There was a hint of sadness behind your smiling eyes. Everybody in the kingdom knew of her allegedly having a crush on you, curtesy of Steve’s blabbering mouth, but this was the first time she actually admitted it.

He didn’t say it, but the thought of what you just said didn’t appeal to him. It felt almost wrong to imagine himself casually being open and carefree with someone else.

Carefree. This was what your conversation now felt like. You managed to somehow make him talk, far from his usual quiet and grunting self during daytime.

He opened his mouth trying to think if a reply when you cut him off.

“Don’t respond to that. You’ve already managed to make my drowsy self, confess having a crush on you.” he turned his head to look your way again, only to find that you now had your eyes closed, a small smile playing on your lips.

Letting you finally get some sleep; he turned his attention back to the sky.

And it's like the million little stars above him were spelling out your name.

Just then he wakes up from the dream, as the little whispers by the doorway caught his attention. Sam’s nephews were playing with the shield.

“Hey!” he raised his hand to greet them while still lying down on the couch.

“Put it back.” one of them said to the other. “Hurry, hurry.” and they both took off.

Alone once more, his thought went back to the dream of a memory he had with you.

He found himself smiling.

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Y/N: Thanks for all the love! We're one chapter away. I'm just waiting for the last episode (brb crying) to decided where we go from here.

@eternalharry @iheartsebandchris @lizzarooni @the-ayo-lit @tanyaherondale @eliwinchester-barnes @knowyourworth-sellyoursoul @ebxny27 @just-a-littlebit-of-everything @fadingdreamersportsmaker

[quickspinner]

For the fanfic reader ask, how about 4, 6, & 20?

4: has a fic ever made you cry?

I'm almost certain the answer is yes, but off the top of my head I can't think of which one it might have been. 🤔 Like I have this vague memory of getting all verklempt at like 3 in the morning over something I loved and was rereading, but I can't remember the exact context.

6: what's your least favourite fanfic category?

I guess if I have to pick one, slow burn? That's not to say I hate all slow burn fics, I'm just generally impatient and I have to feel like there's a good reason why these people aren't together yet. Like, if the slow burn would be resolved by one character going "Hey, I just want you to know I really like you," then I'm going to be grumpy about sitting through 30 more chapters.

(Oh the irony since Indelible is turning out much more slow burny than I intended)

20: what something that immediately makes you exit out of a fic?

POV labels. 😅 And I say this with all the love in the world for new/young/immature writers, y'all are amazing and please keep persevering because you only get better by making mistakes. It's just that to me labeling your POV changes is a sign of an immature writer who has a lot of work to do in their craft, and it often goes along with a lot of other quirks I personally find grating.

Other than that, poor characterization is the main thing, by which I largely mean characterization that diverges significantly from my own interpretation. We all have different styles and takes, and I expect a certain amount of variation, that's part of the fun! But, if a character I'm invested in behaves in a way that is so different it breaks my immersion, or is unlikeable to me personally for whatever reason (smoking is frequently a dealbreaker for me for example, my aversion to cigarette smoke it is so great that I have to really like something to overlook it).

None of these are absolute, sometimes I will read or finish and even enjoy a story in spite of these things, but it's rare enough that I don't make the effort often.

General note for all because writers are often deeply paranoid people who want to be loved: I am one person and my personal preferences should not change, invalidate, or devalue your own vision--it's okay to write things that are not to every person's individual taste. You can't please everyone and you shouldn't try. 💜

Fanfic Reader Asks

[ezarelz]

I'm scared of the next episode, to be honest. After our dialogue yesterday, I can only think of what nonsense Erika is going to do now, as they've made it clear that humans are going back to Earth...

Girl, I know what you mean. I always expect to disagree with/reject some of MC's dialogues and inner thoughts when an episode is released. Especially when it comes to dialogues we have no control over (not choices). I particularly hate when an option does not reflect the conversation that ensues (i.e. being nosy or rude when the option didn't preface it).

What really gets on my nerve is how the writers don't allow us to stand up for ourselves AT THE RIGHT MOMENTS. My OC, Ayni, would NEVER have tolerated the Light Guard's inconsiderate/rude behaviour in the first meeting, and that includes Nevra. And that, regardless of the profound love she still has for him. Just because she loves him doesn't mean he is allowed to say whatever he wants. Gardienne is not their dog. However, she doesn't defend herself in moments like these. She straight up simps. She literally goes from being treated as if she was stupid to flirting with the person who was rude to her.... Huh? I get that they are LIs and that it's the writers' attempt at angst, but, it's really not it.

There's no balance. How can she boast about her nature, but can't demand respect from those around us. MC needs to wake up. She needs to go see Nevra, set him right, and cut the flirting so long as he continues to behave like that. His shady remarks about her literal breathing being bothersome???? About her being needing to put in the work to be considered "useful" again??? Put him back in his place, darling.

My OC would deadass avoid his ass, let him know he crossed boundaries. She would treat him as nothing but a colleague, and that treatment would likely set him right. Nevra is not stupid: if he allows himself to behave this way (undermined her contribution many times shortly after her awakening), it's because he knows by now that MC will tolerate it. She simps when she should have HIM simping. If you set him right, he'll watch his mouth, be more considerate and probably have more respect for you. And while I don't think Er*ka to be worthy of it, all players' OCs do. And since the gameplays are the stories of these OCs rather than the core story of Er*ka, I really wish for changes to happen.

Also don't get me started on the pacing. It's all over the place, and not in a torturing, slow-burny way. God, I love slow-burn. Interactions don't seem to hold among characters.

1) the LOM clearly barely affects our interactions, it lacks the effect it had in early episodes of TO (which allowed for diversity in dialogues).

2) the interactions between MC and a given character don't always seem to acknowledge previous ones.

For example: you'll have an interaction with Koori being friendly/flirty despite horrible LOM, or you'll have a "dispute" conversation with Nevra, and meet him again in the hallway and say: "Oh hey Nevra! :O What's up :) Those rude words we exchanged earlier? Yeah let's just pretend it never happened."

I'd gladly make my points clearer once I am done with exams. But overall, I always expect some discontinuity, inconsistencies and conversations that will make me click off the site to think. Just think. About anything else than what I read. Anyway, I hope interactions quality improves overtime parce que c'est pas gagné d'avance, clairement.

[divineluce]

And from the Ashes || Leah, Luce, Morgan, Nell, & Rio

Timing: Late at Night May 26th, 2021

Location: A burnt out clearing in the Outskirts

Tagging: @phoenixleah, @divineluce, @mor-beck-more-problems, @nelllraiser, @3starsquinn, and featuring Bernard Burnie the Phoenix

Description: The time has come to try and save the phoenix.

Running a hand through her hair, Luce looked at the clearing that she’d led the others to. It was a wide-open space, already charred and covered in ash- she’d first spotted the burnt-out area when she and Adam had posted up in the burnt out shell of a building on Scorch Street. She’d ventured out here on her own a few days before, dragging as many branches she could manage into the center of the neat circle of blackened soil. They needed a pyre, a central place for the magic to be channeled, to catch the energy they poured into the spell. They. That assumed that she’d be able to do something, that she’d be able to… summon the flames.

Luce dropped the gas can she’d hauled into the woods with a heavy, sloshing thud. There were already a few cans lying at the edge of the clearing, a contingency plan courtesy of Adam. He’d been game to help with the setup, loaning her what equipment he had to help. Nell knew how to pick ‘em. Even if he was some kinda doomsday prepper. “Here we go. Rio, you’ve been looking at the wards, right?” She said, gesturing to the area around them. “I’m not sure how big we need to go… Would you know anything about the scope?” Luce asked, glancing over at Morgan with a tentative gaze. The scratches that ran along her body were still scabbed over and angry to the touch, even with the help of Nell’s poultices. “Nell, do you want to get started with the herbs? Leah should be out looking for the phoenix, hopefully we have some time before she radios us that they’re on the move.” Luce said as she unzipped her backpack and began to pull out the various ingredients the ritual required. A silver mortar and pestle, courtesy of Bea, the Bloodroot, the jar of corrupted resurrection dirt, another glass with the phoenix’s still smoldering ashes, and bundles upon bundles of sage and lavender. Pulling the last vial from her pocket, Luce stared at the small bottle of phoenix tears. This had to work. It had to work.

Leah Ramirez was not an improviser. Not by any means. For an event like the one they were attempting to go as smoothly as possible, it was incredibly important to plan out every detail down to the second, and then establish a plan B, C, D… all the way to ZZ in case things didn’t go as planned. It was admirable how determined Luce was to save this poor soul. Leah always knew she had a huge heart, but for whatever reason, she wasn’t always a big fan of showing it. This needed to go well- if not for the phoenix, for Luce. For her to know it was okay to openly care about something and to ask for help.

Her job was simple enough. Find the corrupted phoenix, entice him to chase her, run to the clearing, help with the ritual. It wasn’t hard to find him, either. He’d been leaving a path of destruction for weeks now, and she followed the path of ash and char that he left behind until she found an area that was still very much on fire. The flames didn’t scare Leah- they couldn’t hurt her. And she hoped if what she’d heard about corrupted phoenixes was true, he’d get frustrated at the lack of damage he was doing to her and chase after her. If not, there was always plan ZZ. But when she finally laid eyes on him, it felt like a punch to her gut. She’d seen plenty of phoenixes in their flame state before, but her family was always so careful to be controlled and calm in their flame presentation. They had the privilege of years of training, not to mention the ability to change back if it all became too much. The corrupted phoenix, on the other hand, was raging, stuck in an eternal flame state with no way of connecting with anyone or anything. Of course he was destroying the world- it was the only way he could get its attention. She radio’d the group from her safe distance, watching the phoenix to see if he’d noticed her. “Found him. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Orion had stayed up half the night drawing the runes that Luce had sent him. He wasn’t sure how much the group would need, so he figured he should do as many as he possibly could. He kept his bag full of them, weighing on his back as he followed the group to the clearing Luce had prepared. From the looks of it, Luce had been hard at work to get things ready for the spell. While the rest of the group was probably used to stuff like this, Rio hadn’t taken part in many spells. He was equal parts excited and nervous. Something like this was an entirely new experience to learn about. It was every scribe’s dream. On the other hand, Luce had already warned him how much energy this would take. This wasn’t going to be a simple spell, one thing gone wrong could screw everything up. Rio just wanted to make sure he wasn’t the cause of any mess ups.

Once they were together in the clearing, Rio dropped his back and pulled the stack of paper with the wards drawn on them. “Yeah, I’ve got a bunch. Just tell me what to do with them. I’ll follow everyone else’s lead. I think I’m the newbie here.”

Morgan double checked the notes she’d made on her phone. “Bigger might be safer,” she said. “Wider net, easier catch.” But not too big, or else the energy needed to power the space might increase to dangerous proportions. She came over to Rio and showed him the diagram she’d made. “If we give ourselves a twenty foot diameter, you should be able to put down the runes in intervals of two feet. Move clockwise and make sure they’re all oriented the right way, okay?”

That done she went over to Luce, who was looking a little uneasy. “Hey. This’ll work if you let it, okay? You can help him.”

Nell was tired. But that seemed to be the beginning of every thought she has of late. It was getting to the point of being exhausted from the constant state of emotional tiredness, which often left her feeling either drained, irritable, or both. As she bent over her densely packed sticks of herbs, she did her best to banish the sensation of lethargy seeping into her bones, shaking herself out of its grabby hands to gather the strength she’d need for the coming ceremony. If there was one thing that could spark her massive reservoirs of determination, it was a sister in need— and as Nell let her gaze wash over Luce, and all the physical as well as emotional cuts and scrapes it’d taken her to get here, it was obvious Luce was certainly in need.

She didn’t have fire like her sisters, so when she lit the herbs to cleanse and purify it was with the lighter from her pocket. Blowing softly over the end of it, she let the flame peter out until a steady trail of smoke was rising from the end of the bundle before handing it off to Rio. “Take this with you, too.” Did he have enough hands for it? MAybe he could stick it in his pocket or something. Or- “I can walk with you if you need it.” Then she was on to lighting the next stick of herbs, keeping this one for herself.

Rummaging around in her pockets, Luce pulled out the shitty little Zippo lighter she kept on her. She’d never had to actually use it, but now might be the time. If her flames didn’t come, she’d find a way to make sure that this worked. One way or another, she’d get fire to burn and to hopefully, hopefully put an end to this person’s nightmare. After all this time, the weeks of work trying to gather the ingredients she needed for the ritual, she hadn’t paused to think about how they must be feeling in the middle of all this. Were they still in there? Or were they lost to the fire, like she had been? The walkie talkie on her belt buzzed and she heard Leah’s staticky confirmation. “Sounds good. We need a bit more time, but I’ll give you the signal when we’re ready.”

“Bigger is better, I’ll take your word on that. Thanks for drawing those up, Rio.” Luce said, looking closely at the runes he’d drawn. Damn. For a Scribe who claimed like he didn’t know what he was doing, they looked damn good. Like, really fucking good. And Morgan knew what she was doing, she could guide him as they set the perimeter of the ritual site. Sucking in a deep breath, she cast Nell a tense grimace of a smile before staring at the silver mortar in front of her. The ingredients were all here. She just had to… tap into the magic. Flexing her hands, she unstoppered the bottles and began to mix them together “The corrupted earth with tears to mend,” She muttered quietly to herself, trying to reach for the magic that lived within her. Fear gripped at her heart as she tried to feel the connection and found… nothing.

Leah couldn’t have taken her eyes off the corrupted phoenix if she tried. The way he moved and raged through the forest, his path clear but his goal unsolidified, it fascinated her. She wanted to take it all in, write it down and warn family members about the dangers of changing their ways. She took another step forward toward him, and suddenly, he whipped around to stare at her, flames angry and dark. For a while, there seemed to be nothing else, just two phoenixes, born of very different circumstances, staring at each other and waiting for the other to make a move. Could he sense what she was? Was he confused by her lack of fear? She took another step forward, right into the charred remnants of a tree that were still on fire. We’re the same, she was trying to tell him. We can be the same. In her time observing him, this was the first time she’d seen the phoenix still.  “We want to help you”, she said, quietly. Would he hear her? Could he understand? But as quickly as it had seemed to pause, his rage picked up again, and soon, he was barreling toward her. The radio secured at her shoulder buzzed, with Luce indicating they weren’t ready. Shit. As he ran toward her, she thought quickly, switching into her flame state.

Now they were really the same.

With the two phoenixes both engulfed by their flames, there was no solid body for the corrupted one to ram into, no destruction he could cause.  He whipped around again to look at her, and for another moment, as if there were a second of clarity. But again, it didn’t last. Leah switched back, and began running toward where the phoenix had come from, into the fiery destruction he’d been wallowing in. “We want to help you” she cried as she heard him begin to run after her.

Morgan watched Nell and Rio get to work laying the circle and burning their bundles. There was another one for her, but she hesitated to reach for it. This wasn’t an afternoon in her studio or a hopeful exercise for her peace of mind. Someone’s life was hanging in the balance. All of theirs, really, if you factored in the risks of this going sideways. What good was the energy of a dead woman with no direction? And yet. She felt useless, just standing there. Sure, she’d helped Luce work out the magic maths for the circle and organize a delegated plan, but that was theory, that was cozy. She wanted to help, if only to prove that she still could. That she hadn’t given up yet. So she picked up the last bundle and lit it up. She could smell none of the smoke that rose from the black and orange crackling ends, but she remembered her own rituals in the woods when she was trying to learn blood magic. She remembered her fear of being shut down by the universe, of being turned away by her friends, and the way her hope trembled as the smoke cleansed the hurt from her space. As she did the last thing, the only thing she could, she prayed to the earth below them that this phoenix would have his hurt wiped away too.

“I think that’s about it. Everyone ready?”

Orion had a stack of papers in his mouth, hanging on by the corner of the paper as he moved along the path, more paper in one hand and the burning herbs that Nell had passed to him in the other. He had assured Nell that he was fine, but one misstep and he would tumble. He followed Morgan’s directions, placing the runes around in a large circle and watching the other group carefully. Everyone looked incredibly focused. Just another hint that this was serious. Stuff like this must be second nature to them, yet there was a lot of care and detail put into every single step. It made sense, from what Rio knew about spells, the devil was in the details. Sometimes literally he supposed. But the smallest inaccuracy could cause horrible side effects. His chest tightened at the thought of what backlash could come if something go wrong, but he shook it off quickly. He had been injured trying to help others. It had never changed his mind before, he wasn’t about to let today freak him out.

Once the circle was complete he gave a thumbs up towards the group just in time for Morgan to ask if they were ready. Honestly, Rio had no idea if they things were ready, but he eyed the gas cans around the circle. He figured those would come into play once the spell started. “All set” Rio confirmed, moving in the circle to join with the others.

None of them were wholly fireproof anymore despite having taken their own footsteps through the flames of their existence, and Nell was no exception. Each one of those present had all weathered their own firestorms, walking straight into infernos that had every right to have felled them where they stood. But still they persisted, like the embers of a life refusing to be snuffed out despite all the gusts buffeting them from sometimes all sides. Fire was life and death, as cyclical as anything else in the magic. That’s what Nisa had tried to teach her daughters while they’d grown amongst the trees of the forest. It could steal life in a moment, burning a person out of existence until they were no more than ash on the wind, but as was the way with everything in the world it had the other face of its coin. Warmth, cauterizing, cleansing. In and of itself fire was the most alive of the elements, flickering with a spirit and will of its own. And yet that same life was so good at snuffing out others.

Nell didn’t have the fire her sisters had once wielded, so she’d thought the lessons didn’t apply to her. But she had her own flame living in her chest, the same heat that had told her to kill Montgomery and to make it hurt. The searing anger that had her digging a knife into Frank’s side, and poised to smother his own fire. Maybe they all had flames living within them, dangerous if left unchecked. Luce had left her flames to themselves since nearly a year ago to the day, or maybe it had been even longer. Nell had too. But she was watching in real time as her sister tried to reign them in, reignite them in a way that didn’t end with screams and acrid stench of burning flesh. It was enough to make Nell wonder what the peace on the other side might be like, whether she might one day give up the things fueling her flames to try her own hand at seizing it. Today wasn’t about her, though. That much she knew as she came out of the circle she’d walked to slip her hand into Luce’s for a squeeze. “We’ll make this work.” Luce wasn’t alone, and she’d be sure to remind her sister of that. Gathering her magic, she searched the corners of herself to pick up every scrap of it, knowing this spell was no small feat. She and Luce would be lucky if they didn’t pass out, let alone leave with skinned arms and a heart attack later. “You’re ready?”

Luce couldn’t help the way angry tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, helpless, unable to feel the flames that lived within her. This had to work, it had to fucking work. She needed it to work, she needed to save this person but… The words Adam had told her, when they’d posted up in the burnt out husk of a building on Scorch Street, they echoed in the back of her mind. Either I accept the dude in the mirror or I keep doing stuff that hurts everybody I care about. One of the most dude-bro things she’d heard from him, but it was true. She’d been mulling over their conversation for days now, trying to reconcile what he’d told her with the things she felt. And she’d thought… She’d thought she had this. She thought she could do this. But what if she was wrong? What if she couldn’t? What if he was wrong, what if Rio and Nell and Morgan—who had given her this second chance to change—had misplaced their faith? Her hands trembled slightly as she uncorked the bottle of ash, muttering a quiet Turkish chant over the still smoldering remains as she mixed it in. The Bloodroot followed and she mixed it all together with the pestle, the mixture crackling and sparking as she did her best to guide the magical properties of the ingredients into what she wanted, what she needed it to be. A cure. A way to end the nightmare. Redemption. Though her flames lay stubbornly still within her, Luce poured intention into the mixture until the chalice was full of a thick, smoking liquid.

Swallowing, Luce glanced up to see that Morgan and Rio had already drawn the wards, laid out the runes in their prescribed spaces around the large pyre. The bundles of herbs were smoking, filling the air with a heady scent, and all of them were waiting on… her. Luce felt Nell slip her hand into her own and she offered a nod. She wasn’t ready but she had to do this. She had to see this through. “Whatever it takes.” She said quietly as she stood up in the circle. Holding tightly onto her sister’s hand, the silver cup on the ground before them, Luce brought the walkie talkie to her mouth with her free hand. “Send him our way. We’re ready.” Now or never.

Leah ran and ran, waiting for the fuzzy confirmation that she could bring the phoenix to the clearing. She didn’t know how long they played cat and mouse, Leah switching back and forth between flame state to keep him occupied. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up. As she ran, exhaustion began to over take every part of her- her bones, her heart, her lungs- but she had to keep going. They had to help. And suddenly, when it felt that maybe she couldn’t go anymore, she heard the telltale buzz from Luce that they were ready, and without warning, she switched her path and began to run toward the clearing. The phoenix, in his effort to catch up with her, seemed to leave less of a trail of destruction than he had been in the last week or so, and she had to breath a sigh of relief at that.

It seemed like it took forever, but she finally broke through the clearing with the group of her friends, all ready and expectant to start the ritual that could end this. The phoenix seemed to pay them no mind. As they reached the center, she turned around and watched him stop and finally take in his surroundings. At least, that’s what she assumed he was doing- if he was even aware of what was going on. Regardless, with him distracted, Leah switched back into her flame state one last time, wrapping herself around the corrupted phoenix and engulfing him with her own flames. “We’re the same”, she whispered, hushed and smoky. “You’re not alone.”

Nell’s first reaction upon seeing Leah and the corrupted phoenix was one of ‘fight’, muscles tensing as she prepared to dodge a fireball that may or may not be coming her way, and dive in headlong to try and subdue the phoenix. But that’s not why they were here. They weren’t fighting today, they were cleansing, purifying— and violence could never truly grant either of those. Killing a problem wasn’t the same as healing from it, and wasn’t that obvious in the way her past choices seemed to never let her be? Maybe Luce should have asked Bea to help with the phoenix. Bea could be warm in the way the flip side of fire was meant to be, she’d know how to burn out the bad without incinerating the whole. Sure— Nell knew her plants and practical magic, but what good were those when she was home to an unsteady heart? If her intentions wavered, if she didn’t focus on the right things...would the phoenix simply rise to an even bigger and angrier inferno than it was now?

Thankfully Nell’s sister by her side, and Leah’s embrace of the other phoenix served as a reminder that she wasn’t all sharp edges and bloody hands. She had a family. And even though a bulk of it had left in the form of the coven, friends that had needed to find their own way beyond the town lines of White Crest, and even Bex who had fled in a fear Nell was still struggling to process— she could see her family reflected in the faces present. Luce by blood, Morgan by choice, Leah by upbringing, even Rio at times with the way he was ready and willing to help anyone who so much as glanced in his direction. Surely anyone who had a family was worth something? To have people who loved you was no easy feat. Did the phoenix have people that had loved him before? Leah loved him even now as he tried to burn the world to ash, caught in between her arms. Maybe there was another choice that could be made. As cliche as it may be, love was a cleanser, a healer, a purifier. And Nell knew how to do that even if she wasn’t always adept at it. That would be her focus point for the spell.

With a smattering of her own Turkish words Nell fueled the wards to life, letting her magic blaze through them so that the area was safely contained. Nowadays, she most often used Latin for her spellcasting, skipping the extra step of translation when she could. But if this were to be a spell of love she’d used the tongue her sister had used, the one her father had told stories in. Taking Luce’s other hand in her own, she placed their joined hands on the outside of the chalice, folding her palms over Luce’s while they cradled the silver between them. Leah had said it best, and she borrowed the words from the phoenix to lend to Luce, the soft Tukish private between them while she let her magic and intentions flow. “We’re the same.” They’d both been lost. Both desperately trying to claw their way out of the prisons they’d made for themselves out of their past deeds. But maybe with this, with the cleansing of the phoenix- at least Luce could be found. It was hard to remember that there were hands waiting on the other side of one’s self-made bars, people simply waiting for you to reach out and hold on tight. Nell wasn’t sure which of them was raising the other from perdition anymore, but she knew it was as one. “You’re not alone.”

The phoenix looked even worse than the first time Luce and Adam had seen them. Him, she realized. The phoenix was a man wreathed in brilliant, unnatural flames that seemed to flare around him in a malevolent glow. He stared at the clearing-- perhaps a moment of recognition for a place he’d already brought ruin upon, perhaps trying to puzzle out what the ritual space was for. Either way, Leah took advantage of the distraction and, cloaked in her own flames, she held onto him tightly. Her brilliant flames clashed against the ominous vermillion fire that surrounded the other phoenix. Luce felt Nell’s fingers tighten around her own and together they picked up the chalice, the magic coursing between them.

Luce could feel the wards glow, the paper Rio had drawn them on smoldering away to nothing until the burning runes were etched into the earth. And as Nell’s magic funneled into the chalice, Luce nearly let out a gasp as… the embers within her began to stir. The flames were weak, nonexistent. But the connection, the magic, it was there. For the first time in six months, she could feel the magic that had forsaken her. She reached for it cautiously, her spirit fanning the flame as carefully as she could to try and coax the spark back to life. “We’re the same.” Luce echoed as she stared at the phoenix held by Leah’s flames. She could see the fear in his eyes, the fear that was seared into his soul. As he strained against Leah, she knew she had been right. He wasn’t afraid of them, but of himself.

“You’re not alone.” Luce said, her voice rising as she let the magic flow through her fingertips into the chalice. The mixture continued to smoke and smolder and she knew that fire should be burning from the cup. But the flames wouldn’t come. No matter how hard she tried. “You’re not alone! We just want to help. Please, let us help you!” She called to the phoenix. Take our help, let me help, do what I never did, please.

Pain ran through Bernard’s body as the flames that weren’t his own burned around him-- frustration, rage, fear, they mixed together within him, the only thing he’d known for the past… how long? How long had he been like this? Days? Weeks? Months? He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything. He remembered erupting from the earth, tearing away from that cursed echoing place as fast as he could. It was a blur of fire and flames and pain and blood. And the voice, the voice, it followed him everywhere he ran. Whispering sometimes, shouting at others. All it wanted was for the world to burn. And he was powerless to it. People, animals, all who were caught in his path, they… crumbled to nothing. And all he could do was shriek in agony as his own cursed flames continued to burn. He couldn’t stop them, was powerless to the darkness that ran rampant within his body. The voice that wasn’t his own rang in his mind through all hours of the day, screaming at him to burn this place to the ground. It was the voice he’d fled from when he’d first awoken in this new body, the voice that still chased him.

And even now, it was shrieking at him. Burn the girl, burn them all, cast their bones to ash, let the flames consume this town. Let all become fire, let all become ruin.

But, a different voice-- the first voice he’d heard that wasn’t a strangled scream-- it made its way to his ear. “We’re the same.” A soft voice, whispering, pleading, “You’re not alone.” Fighting every instinct in his body, Bernard was able to tilt his head in the barest of nods. He did his best to regain control over the fire that raged around his body, to fight the voice within him. “Help me, help me.” He whispered to the woman whose arms were wrapped around him, “End-- end this.”

As the man struggled and strained against Leah’s hold, it began to feel hopeless. Already exhausted from their run through the forest, she knew she couldn’t hold onto him for much longer. And with no one else there able to withstand the flames, she wondered, briefly, if it had been a mistake for Luce to ask her for help, at least with this part. She was never strong- always swift and agile and smart. Perhaps Alfie would have been better for something like this. But then, he seemed to respond. A hint of a nod was all it took for Leah to gain her confidence back. This was working, and they were going to fix this. Together. She was not alone.  Carefully, she unwrapped her arms around his body, instead, choosing to hold his forearms for guidance. Gently, she guided him onto the pyre. Though he still seemed to struggle, it was a lot easier to guide him up than it had been to hold him in place. She wondered if he was fighting too, now. Somewhere deep inside. She noticed the chalice shared between Nell and Luce, smoking and smoldering and beckoning to help. “I know it’s hard”, she said again, more firm this time. “But we think this will fix it. You have to try and drink this, okay? Drinking it will help. We’re going to help you get better, but first you have to drink it.” She continued to whisper these affirmations in his ear, willing him to continue to fight through the flames. “We’re all here to help you.”

Nell could feel the moment her sister’s magic sputtered into existence. She’d be able to recognize her sister’s magic anywhere. Such was the bond of countless spells done as one in their youth, and the few they’d done together in the last year and a half. It felt like someone waving her home from the front porch, far more comforting than something as tangible as physical touch could ever achieve. This was the two of them truly coming together as one for the sake of another. For the sake of her sister. For the sake of the phoenix in Leah’s arms. “We’re gonna make it,” Nell told Luce, giving her the words she too needed to hear the most. There was an end, and they’d found it. They were so close. So close to that win. So close to doing something good. Just let the past die, and then Luce could be free.

Luce watched as the phoenix allowed himself to be brought towards the pyre she’d built in the center of the glowing runes. His flames licked at the wood, straining to ignite the wooden structure. She could feel the heat of it from here-- she couldn’t let Nell get any closer, not when the flames were this hot. Nell didn’t have the same resilience she did. “We’re gonna do this. But I’m not letting you get hurt.” Luce said. “Step back, Nellie, please.I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you-- without any of you,” She said looking to Rio, to Morgan, even to Leah. “But I’ve gotta do this.” With that, she pulled the chalice gently from Nell’s hands, and followed Leah and the phoenix up the pyre. And as the phoenix’s cursed flames began to consume the wood, Luce took a deep breath and followed.

“Leah, you should back up. I don’t know what the wards might do if there are two phoenixes here.” Luce said as she held the chalice up, hands shaking slightly. The silver cup was still smoking, but she could feel the energy thrumming inside her. She could feel her magic lying in wait, but for what? She was trying so hard, the need to draw upon the magic was almost overwhelming. The flames were searing, painful in a way that fire had never felt for her. Not since she was a child, before she’d fully gained control of her magic. Luce swallowed as she stood next to the phoenix and, as she lifted the silver cup to his mouth, she saw him for the first time. Dark black eyes stared at her in desperation, the irises ringed in glowing red flames like the sun during an eclipse. Those eyes stared at her, consumed by fear and anguish and then-- a flicker, something dark flashed over his face. A tongue of flame shot from the phoenix’s body and curled around her left arm and Luce let out a scream of pain as the fire sizzled against her flesh. Agony shot up through her and her grip on the chalice loosened as she stumbled backwards, the flame retreating back to the phoenix’s body.

“We’re going to help you.” Luce panted, her fingers wrapping around the cup once more. “You’re not alone. This isn’t you and this,” She gasped in pain, the searing sensation still present within her, “This isn’t the end. You’re not alone.” Luce said. As she spoke, the burning heat grew within her. And that was when it hit her. The warmth was familiar. “Benim alevlerim.” She breathed and watched as the chalice blossomed with blue flames. “Drink. Please, drink.” Luce said and pressed the cup against the phoenix’s lips, tipping it back before staggering down the burning pyre. She retreated to where the others stood safely at the edge of the wards to wait and to watch.

Bernard drank. And for a moment, nothing changed. These people they’d tried, they’d failed. And he would be-- his eyes flicked open as the pain mounted to new, unimaginable heights. It felt as though he’d swallowed the sun, that the light was burning him from the inside out. The voice that had shouted at him, it was screaming again. But now, it screamed in pain, agony, as the sun continued to burn. His mouth opened to scream but all that escaped was a plume of blue flame. Instinctively, he shut his mouth and curled in on himself, hugging his burning body. Meanwhile, the blue flames crawling over his skin, over the pyre, overwhelming the cursed red flames. For a long moment, pain was all that filled Bernard’s mind. And then, there was nothing at all.

Things seemed to be going to plan. At least, Orion hoped that they were. None of the actual spell experts seemed to be freaking out, so Rio had mostly taken that as a good sign and held back. He silently observed, a worried line drawn across his face. The concern only grew as the Leah showed up with the Phoenix. Up until now, everything that Rio had witnessed had just been preparation. With the phoenix here, the true spell began. He stood just on the edge of the wards they had constructed, nervously fiddling with his fingers to keep himself still. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of Luce and the phoenix. Even from back here, Rio could feel the rise in temperature associated with the phoenixes flames. He pressed against his skin, warning of the heat. How could Luce handle being that close to it? His entire body tensed as the flame surged towards Luce. He almost jolted forward, but stopped himself at the last second. She was trying to get away. He needed to trust that Luce knew better for this than he did and let her do what needed to be done.Flames seemed to be consuming him, a bright, glowing red that made Rio clench at his heart. It looked so incredibly painful. “Oh my god.” He muttered, mostly to himself. If tears poured down Rio’s face he did nothing to stop them, he could only stare at the scene as the man screamed, only for blue flames to erupt. That blue soon took over the red, covering every inch of the man and becoming too bright for Rio to stare at any longer. He covered his eyes, glancing away from the scene in fear that he would go blind completely.

Luce was right, and Leah stepped out of the circle, toward Rio and Morgan. She switched out of her flame state in the process, and found a safe space behind her friends while still holding a good view of the action at the pyre. She couldn’t take her eyes off of everything that was going on, not even if she tried. She could see the pain inside the phoenix, almost as if she were sensing it within her heart. His flames, red and unnatural, looked like an illness that needed to be cured. How she wished she could run back in and hold him again. The flames seemed never ending but not at all stable; all encompassing but not all warm. And with the eruption of more and more of them, Leah was worried if too much damage had already been done. She couldn’t look away, but her heart was begging her to.

For a while, it seemed as though the fire would never end. It looked as though the flames would continue to spiral and battle against one another, locked in a continuous battle until the pyre that fueled the blaze crumpled to ash. But, Luce watched as her blue flames over took the phoenix’s own iridescent fire and then… She let out a gasp as the man sank to his knees and then crumpled to the ground. The fire continued to rage around him, consuming the wooden pyre. Meanwhile, the runes that formed the wards continued to glow, the lines brilliant and blue. Just the same shade as her flames. And then, almost as quickly as it had started-- the flames burnt out. In their place was nothing but a pile of ash.

Blinking in the sudden darkness, Luce held up her uninjured hand and reached tentatively for the magic. But her fears were unfounded, as vibrant blue flame jumped to the palm of her hand. “Is he… Do you think he’s alright?” She asked the others, voice hoarse from the smoke she’d inhaled.

There was little Nell could do as she watched her sister dive into the flames along with the phoenix, and she couldn’t help the protective step she made towards the center of the circle while the fire sizzled around Luce’s arm. It wasn’t unheard of for the Vurals to throw themselves into the center of an inferno for their sisters, but the more rational voice in her head quelled the emotional response, reminding her that she wouldn’t so much as get within a few feet of Luce before burning to a crisp. And what help would that be? Nell would be incinerated, the wards would fall, and Luce and the phoenix would be worse off than when this had started. Nell filled her now empty hand with Leah’s no longer flaming one, the familiar warmth of a fire being granting her another form of comfort.

The wards stayed strong as Nell kept the flow of her magic constant, using her worry of Luce to fuel the glowing runes. After all, that stemmed from love as well, and thus it would rightly serve the spell. Finally the flames subsided, and Nell was free to move forwards after watching the phoenix fall to ash on the ground. Just as any phoenix would at the end of their lifecycle. It had killed him? This was the cleansing that he’d needed? Death? Surely there were less permanent ways to purify? But death was anything but permanent for a phoenix. Or at least...it was meant to be. They hadn’t actually killed him, had they? “I…” This couldn’t be the result of all their efforts— all of Luce’s efforts. She’d needed to do something good, something that helped the phoenix, not end its cycle. “Wait- I think- is it moving?” Or had it only been her hopeful eye that thought she spotted a sign of life beneath the gray?

While the explosion of bright blue and radioactive red flames was all encompassing, the silence and emptiness that followed their burnout was even more-so. Leah looked between her friends, first to Nell, who’s hand she gave a tight squeeze back, then to Rio and Morgan, and finally to Luce. Luce, who had worked so hard to save the phoenix- ...she didn’t want to disappoint her. But in Leah’s experience, a pile of ash only meant one thing. She looked down at what was left of the phoenix, his ashes still and unmoving. Perhaps this was what was meant to happen all along. The ritual was meant to get rid of the illness- did it presume that the only way to rid one of corruption was through… death? It seemed too morbid. Too unfair. Tears filled her eyes as she looked back to Luce, ready to break the news to her. It wouldn’t be fair to get her hopes up if there was none to have. “I think...he might be d-”, but she stopped, interrupted by Nell’s observation. Her eyes shot back to the pile of ashes, sensing the tiniest pile of movement for herself. “Wait, -what?”

The scent of ash filled Bernard’s lungs as he shifted among the dust and debris. His fingers curled around the fine grains of dust and he began to crawl out from under the pile, his head emerging. He was covered in soot, his body ached, and he felt so, so cold. But, the world was blissfully, wonderfully silent. His mind was silent. The voice that had echoed in his head had been burned clean and now… Now he was whole again. Exhaustion and relief washed over him in equal measure and Bernard was able to lift his head up for a brief moment to take in the small cluster of people staring at him. He offered a weak smile before his eyes rolled back up into his head and he collapsed, unconscious once more. 

Morgan had watched the proceedings in petrified silence. She understood how badly Luce needed this and as she huddled closer between Leah and Rio, she started to accept that she might need this too. There was so much suffering on this miserable rock of a planet and so much that couldn’t be helped no matter how much money or good vibes you threw out there. But maybe this could be different. Maybe this one witch and this one broken bird could do better for a little while. She stared at the clump of ash on the ground, bracing herself for the worst. “Leah, don’t…” she whispered. If this was another cosmic fuck you, Luce wouldn’t need to be told. And then he moved.

“Shit, Nell’s right. He’s moving, she’s right!” She grabbed Leah, squeezing tight and looked at Luce. Whatever she was holding against the witch didn’t matter just then. There was only relief and understanding. “Guess you’re better than you thought after all,” she said. “So, who’s helping to carry Mr. Firebird? I don’t think he’ll like his feet dragging on the ground if I lift him by myself.”

Seeing the shift in the pile of ashes finally let Orion take a breath of relief that seemed to be shared by everyone in the group. This hasn’t been in vain. It had been dangerous, and exhausting and at times even seemed a bit hopeless. But when the pile of ashes shifted and everyone’s gone shifted from solemn to overwhelming relief, it all seemed worth it. “Holy crap.” Rio breathed, too giddy to stay still. He bounced on his feet, still a bit apprehensive to move anywhere in case the spell wasn’t completely finished. But Morgan spoke first, suggesting they carry the man away from the spell site and back towards civilization. If she was confirming it, then that meant that it was done. “We really did it.” Rio spoke again aloud, not trying to hide the surprise. “You really did it.” He repeated, directed towards Luce this time. Maybe it had been a time effort, but she had gotten the ball rolling. And from the looks of it, she had paid a price. “I’ll help carry him. Someone should help Luce too.”

Time seemed to slow as Luce stared at the pile of ash, unblinking. Waiting. Had she killed someone else? Had all of her effort and time and energy and intention meant nothing? Had she taken another life, an innocent life? An eternity stretched on as she stared at the pile. And then. Relief. Luce felt her legs buckle as the man lifted his head from the ashes and stared at them, his face illuminated in the glowing flames that rose from her hand. Normal eyes, no longer ringed in fire. Her blue flames sputtered and went out as Luce sank to the ground next to Nell, her hand still clutched in her sisters. She let out a shaking, shuddering breath as she sat on the ground. They’d done it. The ritual had worked. He was okay. And somehow, in the midst of it all, her magic was back.

“Holy shit. We did it.” She breathed as she glanced up at the others. “Thank you… All of you guys. This wouldn’t… None of it could have happened without you. Thank you.” She murmured. Her entire body ached, she felt absolutely drained, and her arm was filled with a burning pain she hadn’t felt since she was a little girl, but none of it mattered right now. She’d done it. They’d done it. 

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THE TIIIIMMEEE HAS COME!!

so, i typed out burnie and peter's first kiss 👀👀

Soft Fluff Ahead!!!! Hope ye enjoy!!

No Warnings; Just Fluff

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Peter strummed his acoustic guitar off-tune, trying to read the sheet music from the beaten up pages on the floor. Burnette, Kurt and Raven passed by, and on hearing the noise, she stopped at his door. She recognized the melody he was trying to recreate.

"You guys go on ahead, I'm gonna help him a little bit."

"Ooo! have fun, Burnie!" Kurt purred excitedly.

Burnette rolled her eyes and knocked on Peter's door. No sooner than she knocked for the first time, he was there and staring her in the eye.

"Hey Burnie! Been a while." he beamed joyfully. He reminded her of an excited puppy.

"Yeah. I've been trying to make some friends."

"That's good! Who've you got so far?"

"Raven, Kurt, Scott and Ororo thus far. I don't think Logan likes me much. Hank's a pain and Jubilee is, well, Jubilee. She has a lot of energy."

Peter shrugged and pursed his lips in a "fair enough" way.

"I heard you playing. I didn't know you had an acoustic guitar."

"Yeah! Hey, actually, would you like to play, with... me?" Peter asked shyly, thinking she was just going to leave.

"Sure. You have an extra guitar?"

"Yeah!"

Peter stepped back into his room and waved her in. She followed him in and sat down in front of him. She crossed her legs crisscrossed and took the electric guitar from Peter's hands.

"Careful with it."

"You don't have to tell me twice. This is a beautiful instrument."

"Yeah it is."

"So, let's play, eh?"

Burnette turned the paper towards her and began reading the sheet music. She pressed her lips together disappointedly and looked up at Peter.

"This isn't the acoustic's sheet music, dumdum. thas why it sounded wrong."

Peter dropped his eyebrows, annoyed at the idea of being called a "dumdum". He hissed that he knew that, which made Burnette scoff doubtfully. He got up and walked over to his dresser drawer, rummaging through sheet music pages. Burnette began looking around the room. She took notes of the Nirvana posters and the Pink Floyd merch he had. It was a rocker's dream bedroom, which confused Burnette.

If he's into these rock bands, then why on earth was he trying to play a Metallica song? she asked herself mentally.

He had found the pages and let out a small "aha!" He walked back over to her and hovered over her. for a split second, he looked sexy to her. She shoved the thought out of her mind immediately, but it found its way back in. With his slim fitting pac-man tee and his leather pants, his focused and trained eyes.

Nonono. Don't go down that road, woman. Not with Maximoff.

"You ready?"

Burnette snapped her head swiftly, redirecting her attention to the situation at hand.

"Yeah! You got the right sheet music this time?" she jabbed.

"Oh, haha, funny. Yes, I have the right page."

"Good, then let's get started."

Peter opened up the song and strummed the strings in tune with the notes. The song they were playing was "Nothing Else Matters", by Metallica. As they neared the opening verse, Burnette contemplated on singing along. Once they were there, she couldn't stop herself.

"So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever, I trust in who we are. And nothing else matters."

Peter looked up at her, shocked to hear her sing. She continued into the second verse, captivating him with her low tones and sweet sounding voice. Her vocals were smooth with a feminine deepness to it. She raised her pitch when they arrived at the chorus.

"Never cared for what they do. Never cared for what they know. But I know."

Burnette was too focused to notice Peter's ability to keep up. Peter's heart glided with Burnette's voice as it bended in pitch with the song. With every second, he was falling farther and farther in love with her. He began seeing her with a beautiful diamond ring around her finger. He began planning his life with her from the second chorus on. Burnette had started taking note of his skills and watched his fingers slide across the strings with elegance and dexterity.

"Not bad, Maximoff. Think we can go all the way?" Burnette asked during the instrumental interlude.

Peter jerked his head up to her.

"Yeah! I mean, I can. can you?"

Burnette scoffed amusedly. She shook her head and picked up the singing.

"Never opened myself this way. This life is ours, we live it our way. Oh, these words I don't just say. And nothing else matters!"

"Trust I seek, and I find in you. Everyday for us, something new. Open mind for a different view. And nothing else matters!"

"Never cared for say! Never cared for games they play!"

"Never cared for what they do! Never cared for what they know!"

"And I know!!! Yeah-heah!"

They jammed out and played the song by memory alone. He was greatly impressed by her skills on the electric guitar, finding even more reasons to fall in love. As the song drew to a close and softened in tone, Burnette and Peter's eyes met and locked.

"So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever I trust in who you are. No, nothing else matters..." Burnette sung while peering into Peter's eyes.

The music trailed off and there was a moment of silence where Burnette and Peter stared at each other. While she lost herself in his dark chocolate eyes, he felt his soul being pierced by her steel blue eyes. He was so in love with her. He started to lean in towards her, angling his face to kiss her. She turned her head to the side, hesitant to let him closer. Her heart pounded within her chest. He stopped, and simply stared into her eyes. They were like two abysses, swallowing her whole. They pleaded with her to let him in. to let him get close. She had never seen more beautiful eyes than Peter's. She had never seen a softer, gentler gaze from anyone aside Peter. He began inching closer to her again. But this time, she didn't turn away. Instead, she turned towards him, slowly closing her eyes as he lessened the gap between them. His lips touched hers gently then molded to them perfectly. Her bottom lip was rough from being bitten at constantly as a form of coping with her anxiety and ptsd. His lips were soft and sweet against her scarred and torn lips. Peter was the one to pull away with Burnette following him for a moment then let him go. They opened their eyes and gazed heavily at each other. Burnette had never been kissed before, so she had no idea how to respond. Reality set in for her and it hit her hard.

you kissed him!! why did you do that!? what were you thinking!?!?

She sighed and ducked her head momentarily. after collecting her thoughts, she raised her eyes to meet his.

"And that is how you play 'Nothing Else Matters'."

"Burnette-"

"I have to go."

"Burnette, wait!"

Burnette left the room and closed the door behind her, not even looking back. Peter let her go, knowing that he wouldn't be able to talk to her about it at that time.