#i love the heart hands one so much why did he make that /pos

[10yrratiolover]

Oh my goodness I didn't even notice I have over 100 followers now, TBH I get a little scared posting because people might start booing and throwing tomatoes but I'm still very much active I promise!

Anywho, today I wanted to post about his statues since I find them neat. This post probably won't be super in-depth, maybe just pointing out which statues reference what, but if you know my account, you know I love to talk, so.

Sticking to the ones that are in reference to already existing statues, firstly his statue replicating Discobolus

Now, it's believed by many people that Discobolus represents the 'athletic ideal' while also being admired for capturing an unmatched representation of proportion, harmony, rhythm, and balance.

It is known through Ratio's character stories that he keeps his body in peak condition in the same way he does his mind. I enjoy the thought of him playing sports, especially after one of the Hoyofair videos, and the concept of him sculpting himself with inspiration drawn from what was considered ideal for athletes at the time is an interesting concept. Perhaps it is a way of channeling potential issues of perfectionism regarding his athletic capabilities.

Next up, his statue depicting The Benavides Monument

I find this one particularly interesting because the Monument was originally built to commemorate Miguel de Benavides, the founder of the University of Santo Tomas. As seen in Ratio's character stories the university that he graduated from does share a first name with him (why that is hasn't been disclosed to my knowledge), and such I find it neat that this is a potential reference to a University founder within history.

Lastly, I believe this statue is a reference to the statue of Arnold Schwarzenegger

This one I'm honestly not as confident about this in comparison to the other two, however, Arnold Schwarzenegger is regarded as one of the greatest bodybuilders of all time, and this statue was built to commemorate his relationship with Columbus. (Funnily enough, Arnold Schwarzenegger also commissioned the massive statue of himself and it's easy to assume that Ratio sculpted his himself.)

[becausebuckley]

please write 26 for buddie!

thanks so much anon!! i hope you like how it turned out <3

26. "I just can't believe that you really chose me, that's all." from this list of prompts - i'm still taking prompts!

It’s kind of new, this thing with Eddie.

Well, kind of new, but at the same time, not new at all. If he’s honest with himself – which he tries to be, these days – Buck knows they’ve been heading here for years. He can trace their relationship through shared beers and deep conversations, through sweaters in each other’s closets and quick little looks before rescues. Buck thinks that maybe they’ve been building this since that very first shift, the grenade falling in the box and something in Buck’s heart slotting into place at the same time. 

It’s been a long time coming, and yet, it happened so suddenly Buck never saw it coming at all.

Now, a few weeks into the relationship Buck knows is the best thing that’s ever happened to him, they’re settling in. The honeymoon period isn’t over, not by a long shot – Buck kind of doubts it’ll ever be, that anything will ever feel normal and not sugar coated, rose-coloured lenses, now that he’s with Eddie – but it’s turning into something more steady, less new. Something solid. A foundation for the rest of their lives. This might not be the first time he’s spent the night in Eddie’s bed, but it’s the first time that makes Buck feel like this is it, now. This is their new normal. Their forever.

He’s lying on his back, wearing nothing but his boxers and an old shirt of Eddie’s that stretches over his broad shoulders. Eddie’s arm is slung over his waist, head pillowed on Buck’s chest, and their legs are tangled in the bedsheets. It’s late, or maybe early, Buck doesn’t know, and he suddenly feels so happy he kind of stops breathing a little bit.

Eddie makes a grumpy noise and burrows his head further into Buck. Something Buck has delighted in over these past few weeks is discovering all of Eddie’s cat-like tendencies. At this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if his boyfriend – and oh, the thrill that word brings him – turned out to purr.

“Why aren’t you asleep,” Eddie mumbles into the fabric of Buck’s shirt. 

Buck’s arm tightens around him, thumb rubbing up and down Eddie’s side. His lungs fill with air once more. 

“How did you know I wasn’t sleeping?” He counters, though he probably sounds entirely too awake to sell it. 

Eddie lifts his head at that. His hair is mussed and floppy, his eyes are half-closed, and he still pulls off an incredibly unimpressed eyebrow raise. Buck has never been more in love with him.

“Fair enough,” Buck says. “It’s nothing, really. I was just thinking.”

“Dangerous.” Eddie drops his chin back on Buck’s chest. 

Buck huffs out a half-offended laugh in reply.

“About what, though?” Eddie asks. The skin between his eyebrows creases up, like he’s preparing himself for something serious. Buck can’t blame him, really. These first few weeks, golden as they may have been, have also revealed some insecurities they’d both had hidden away over the years. They’re not without their jagged edges, but as they’ve learned, they’re pretty good at navigating the rough parts together, at knowing when to smooth them over and when to let them be.

This isn’t that, though, and Buck barely resists the urge to take his thumb to Eddie’s brow and rub out the crease. And really, the only reason he resists that urge is that he only has one free hand, and he’s a little busy using it to reach for Eddie’s hand and lace their fingers together.

“Nothing much,” Buck says. He frowns. “No, that’s not true, actually. It’s kind of everything. I just- I just can’t believe you really chose me, that’s all.”

The crease on Eddie’s forehead smoothes out as he tightens his arm on Buck’s waist. 

“Of course I chose you,” he says easily. “Who else would it be?”

And Buck could make a joke there, could point out what a catch Eddie is, how lucky others would be to date him, but he knows that that would be besides the point, so he doesn’t. He just tightens his arm around Eddie, pulls him in even closer. Lifts their intertwined fingers to his mouth and presses a kiss to one of Eddie’s knuckles.

It couldn’t be anybody else. It’s them.

It’s always been them.

[gulliblelemon]

Love that you're doing these!

I hope I'm not taking this into an angsty direction, but I'd really love some

↻ FLIP FLOP on Where We Left Off

Only if you're inspired, of course! Otherwise just ignore.

Erm... it's gone in a angsty direction. Sorry! That fic is so angsty I can't believe I ever thought otherwise! BUT... I'll put it under a cut for you to read when you have the emotional capacity, and if you have any requests for a fluffier scene, I will absolutely do that 💜 (hopefully the fact that Wille is very, very in love will help, AND we know how it all ends now soooooo.... sorry... but I hope you enjoy it anyway).

Thanks for the ask! I've had a lot of fun with this today. I'm still answering these and these.

This is Wille's POV of the scene at the start of chapter 8 where he picks Simon up. It got... long.

As the car pulled up to the curb where Simon’s location was pinging, Wille scrambled out of the door before it had even drawn to a stop, his PO getting out and throwing him an unimpressed look as Wille rushed over to Simon’s side. 

“Simon?”

Shit, he looked terrible. Simon still had his phone clutched to his ear, his eyes sliding out of focus. Shitshitshit.

“Simon.” He said it more forcefully this time, and Simon blinked a few times and looked up at him, lowering his phone. 

“Hmm?” he said, his eyes still slightly unfocused.

Panic rose in Wille’s chest. What was wrong? Why had he called Wille when he clearly needed some sort of medical attention? Why was he out here all on his own in the middle of the night?

“Simon. Are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

That seemed to snap Simon out of it a little, because he looked annoyed when he said, “What? No. Don’t be ridiculous. I’m fine.”

Fine was not a word Wille would have used to describe how Simon looked at this moment, but he did seem to be a lot more with it than he had a few seconds ago.

Undeterred, Wille instinctively reached out and gripped Simon’s face, turning it left and right to see if he could see any damage. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

A complicated array of emotions flickered across Simon’s face as Wille dropped it, already missing the feel of Simon’s skin underneath his own.

“No,” Simon said, shaking his head. “I just fell. I’m fine.”

Wille wondered if he should ask any of the million and one other questions that that hadn’t answered. But Simon was already saying, more forcefully, “I promise.”

Wille waited for a moment, trying to assess how much he should press, but eventually he just said, “Okay. Can you stand?”

Simon nodded. “I think so.”

Trying not to think too hard about it, Wille offered his hands. It made his heart soar in his chest how easily Simon took them; and then he internally berated himself for feeling any sort of joy from this moment. 

With regret, Wille let go of Simon’s hands once he was fully upright, but Simon swayed forward alarmingly, causing Wille to reach out to him again.

“Whoa,” Wille said. Then a thought hit him, he hadn’t considered that maybe— “Are you—? Have you been drinking?”

Simon looked so offended by that notion that Wille breathed a slight sigh of relief. He wasn’t really emotionally equipped to deal with a drunk Simon.

“No! No. I mean— sorry. No. I’m just tired.”

Wille looked more closely now and could see that Simon’s eyes, whilst still a little bleary, were mostly just droopy. Dark circles smeared below them, contrasted by the telltale red rings from crying.

“Come on,” Wille said, pointing to the car. “We’ll take you home.”

He was surprised to see Simon shrink in on himself at those words. “I don’t want to go home.”

“Okay.” Confused for a moment, Wille frowned. Then an idea came to him, one he was sure was crossing several lines. But since Simon was, in fact, sober, maybe Wille could trust him to make the decision for himself. “Do you— Would you like to come back to mine?”

Wille really hoped that Simon couldn’t tell how hard Wille’s heart was beating. The idea of having Simon in his home was so exhilarating that he wasn’t sure he was schooling his expression very well at all. Luckily, Simon looked down at his feet as he nodded his head, and Wille could see a blush high on his cheeks. At least he wasn’t the only one having a physical reaction to this whole thing.

Nodding, Wille went to tell the PO to call ahead for them and then turned back to Simon. “Here.” With a shuddering breath, he placed his hand on Simon’s back, trying to ignore his heartbeat clawing up his throat as he tried to rein himself in. He just wanted to bundle Simon into his arms and hold him until everything else went away, but they hadn’t spoken in so long, and everything had been left on such bad terms. 

Guiding Simon into his seat first, Wille quickly rounded the car and lowered himself down, careful not to jostle Simon who still looked decidedly fragile. What on earth had happened to him?

It seemed Simon was content with the quiet as the set off, but Wille needed Simon to know that he was there, in whatever capacity Simon needed. That he’d do practically anything for this man that was currently shaking slightly in the seat beside him. This beautiful, wonderful man that he had loved so fiercely, and lost so spectacularly. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” was what he said, instead.

Simon shook his head. “No. I— not yet.”

Did that mean later? Or never? Or not with Wille?

It didn’t matter. This was about what Simon needed. So Wille nodded and gave Simon some space as he drew in some wobbly breaths.

Wille watched his profile. The slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the curl of the hairs at the base of his head that Wille had always loved to run his fingers through. He was the most beautiful person Wille had ever known, and he didn’t think he’d ever not be in love with him.

What if this was it? His last opportunity to have any sort of involvement in Simon’s life? Simon had made it very clear that they couldn’t be together. So maybe this was Wille’s last chance.

Slowly, carefully, Wille edged his hand forward and onto Simon’s seat. One breath. Two— Then, miraculously, Simon’s fingers were curling around his own, holding on tight. 

Heart skipping a beat, Wille tried to blink away the prickling in the back of his eyes. This was all he’d ever wanted, and it was all so broken. But if he could just hold Simon’s hand, reassure him that he was there, then maybe everything could be okay. Wille squeezed his hand, hearing Simon’s breath catch, and then turned away, hoping with every fibre of his being that this wasn’t the end of their story.

[mikey180]

Hello long time no see ~ How have you been?

Do you accept dark requests? If so can I have headcanons of Khun eduan, Slayer White and Lo po bia yasratcha where they are extremely possessive and jealous over their lovers?

I do. Sorry for the long wait~

Khun eduan, slayer white, lo po bia Yasratcha

Type- dark headcanons

Flavor- angst? Fluff? Depends on what you like

Khun eduan-

Makes sure to voice everything he likes about you and how much he loves you all the time, you never hear the end of it

Is the kind to hurt you if you want to try and get away from his possessiveness, but does want to. He claims he doesn't want to mark your pretty skin like that

Feeds you by hand, I don't know why, he just likes to pamper you like that

Since we're talking about being pampered, he'll get you literally anything you ask for, man never has to worry about running out of money

Is very touchy with you, in front of people and behind closed doors, arms always around you waist

Has a death grip on you when you two are sleeping, you'll have to wake him up if you want to use the bathroom

Wants to know where you are 24/7

Has a thing with your hair, running his fingers through it constantly, giving small tugs id you aren't listening to him talk

And he will talk your ear off and get annoyed if you don't listen to his rants

Won't drop his other women for you (probably), but will ignore them for you

Slayer White-

Also touchy, but in a gentler way. Tracing his fingers over your spin, coiling your hair around one of his fingers, gently pressing his face to yours, stuff like that

Enjoys making you shiver or annoying you by making sure you can feel his breath on you, on your ear, on the back of your neck, even in your ear sometimes if he really wants to mess with you

Likes to sew little hearts on your clothes...I don't know why, but I have a feeling this man can cross stitch or crochet like a boss

Also hugs you from behind, but in a more fleeting sense. A soft wrap around your waist before he gently lets go and makes sure you can feel his hand as it leaves, tracing across your stomach and coming off your side

Wants you to want his touch, the main reason for the fleeting gestures are all for you to pull him back and if you ignore them, he will get irritated

Will hurt you without remorse, but it takes very specific things to make him snap. Maybe you'll get an apology if you cry, but he couldn't care less about your bruises

Likes to cuddle you at night as well, probably a big spoon that brushes through your hair while you sleep

Yasratcha-

Will lick you like a cat, many many things like a cat...I can't even

Will rub up against you, hug you, cuddle with you while he's sweating just to mark you with his "scent" even if you don't like the stickiness

Hisses at people, hisses at everyone

He will hold you in front of people, harshly. You're talking to someone else? Get ready to lose your breath when he yanks you to him with an arm around your rib cage

Has probably hit himself in the mouth with your head by doing that a few times, acts as if it doesn't hurt, it did...check on him.

Yanks you...by the hand, by the waist, by your clothes, low-key strangles you sometimes by grabbing the back of your collar

Whether that's an accident or not is up to you

Doesn't want to hurt you, would rather play mind games to get you to stay

Will cuddle up with you like a cat, expect to be spooned in the shape of a tight C

Purrs...all cat men pur, change my mind

Enjoys dressing you up and doing your hair along with taking baths with you, making sure you get every inch of your scalp when you wash your hair

[ladypiscesmoon]

Part 2 Q&A:

Timothée Chalamet & Armie Hammer

Since I forgot to put the answer to the following question in part 1, here we go:

Q: Armie told the story about their first rehearsal from cmbyn when Tim and him kissed and then Luca told them to stop and do it again with more passion. Luca left. What were their feelings in the first and in the second kiss.

A: Armie

First kiss: love, I just wish things were different (hermit tarot) love oracle cards, island time wellness: the golden mirror, the chaser

Second kiss: you matter, I don’t want to lose you, cassette, I like you

From the start he liked kissing Timmy. There was lust, but nothing serious from his side, but attraction. But he very much liked to be liked by Tim, as in a friendship way if they couldn’t have anything else. The podcast popped up in my mind, when he said that he sought validation of himself in everything he did. It started like: I like you, do you like me too? His marriage wasn’t in the best place already at that point.

Tim:

First kiss: I can’t even look at you right now, wait

Hand of cards, healing heart

He’s so intuitive, as if he knew from the start this was a wounded man and he had to be careful. There was some hesitation because he felt a bit embarrassed by how much he liked kissing Armie

Second kiss: the cards were flying everywhere, as so often when I read for Timmy. He can be quite “chatty”.

I’m coming, trust me, I could be your hero, baby. If I asked you to stay, would you leave? I still don’t know all the answers, let me hold you

Talking, love call, thinking of you and letting you know, not today.

Timmy instantly knew this was someone he was attracted to, had been dreaming about, manifesting someone like Armie. He liked kissing Armie but knew for the sake of the movie and him being married, he had to keep boundaries. He didn’t overstep, but the second kiss was like he was struck by lightning. He immediately decided to be his friend, if it could never be more, at least they would have that, he thought.

Q: How is Armie and Luca’s relationship now?

A: wheel of fortune, temperance. they will try to mend their relationship

Q: Armie said in an interview while promoting cmbyn that Luca and he have a very beautiful complicated relationship. Why he said that?

A:9 of wands reversed, ace of swords

Armie thought Luca had a pretty good read on him. He instinctively understood that Armie kept up a facade by being smug and confident. In reality Armie was already feeling lost and unhappy. The relationship with Luca and Timmy and making the movie “woke” Armie up. His life nerves the same after the shooting.

Q: what those think Luca of Armie and Timmy dating/being together?

A: Temperance reversed, 7 of cups reversed, 2 of swords, the fool

last summer, when they were doing well, he was happy for them. He knows they have a special bond. Lately he thinks they should talk to each other. He doesn’t understand their choices, it creates chaos between them. They have to make difficult decisions, but he hopes they can start over.He loves them both and want them to be happy.

Q: what did Timmy think of Armie’s and Luca’s relationship?

A: Prism oracle Protection, rest, isolation, fear

Timmy felt protected by the both of them. In the beginning he was afraid that he would feel isolated, but they proved him wrong.

Q: there was a bar in Crema that was about to close of some money issues and a lot of people donated. One of them was Douglas Hal, Timmy’s and Armie’s middle names. Did either of them donate?

A: 9 of swords, 8 of cups reversed

I don’t think either of them donated.

Q: That girl on TikTok that posted the pic of her and Timothée did she want more or tell him that?

A: King of cups reversed, temperance, 5 of pentacles

Looks like she thought she got the short end of the stick, it doesn’t feel like it was serious for Tim, but maybe she thought it could have been more. She felt left in the cold.

Q: why did she post it?

A: prism oracle rest, hunger, energy, abundance

She posted it because she wanted it to mean something. If not to Timmy at least she wanted to have support on line.

Q: How did Armie feel about it?

A: frustration, strength, faith

He wished it could have been him with Timmy. He tried not to let it disturb his peace of mind, he tries to have faith in the future.

Q: How dit Tim feel about it?

A: peace, magic, creativity

Timmy tried not to think about it, he distracted himself with filming like he always does when he is in trouble of there’s something on his mind. He tries to forgive himself for past mistakes, but he has a hard time with that.

Q: Do Timmy and Armie have an open relationship like can they hook up with other people while still being together?

A: I don’t know we can speak of a relationship at the moment, because they have so many things to sort out.

But no, they would like to be exclusive if they can work it out. Especially Armie. “No more bullshit” I heard. photo 1

Q: will Armie and Timmy have children in future?

Tower, 4 of wands

They might. Not in the near future I think. Too many issues to resolve and they have to talk first about a lot of things.

Q: what are Timmy’s thoughts about Armie’s tattoos?

A: I think he likes them, actually. He likes to trace them and he thinks Armie is hot with or without him. Sorry I couldn’t find the picture of the cards anymore. I remember taking one, though. Probably forgot to save it.

Q: will Timmy and Armie gonna live in Italy in future?

A: the world, 6 of swords, the star

They both love Italy. I think there’s a chance they may live there,

In future, or somewhere else in Europe like France or Great Britain

Q: does Armie occasionally mention Timmy to his kids?

A: the hermit, 4 of wands, ace of wands reversed.

No, I don’t think he does at the moment.

Q: Did Armie brought the kids to see Wonka?

A: 5 of wands reversed, 9 pf cups, the hermit

No, he didn’t, but wished circumstances would have been different and he could.

Q: when do we get good news from them?

A: I pulled a time card, but take it with a grain of salt as ever. Timing in tarot is, I’ve said this many times before, HARD

Photo 2

Q: do you see Timmy posting about Armie, his pictures and everything after they will start dating publicly?

The tower reversed, 3 of wands reversed, pace of wands reversed, 6 of wands.

I would be surprised. Timmy never posts anything personal anymore. I wouldn’t if I had so may followers and everybody tries to explain and analyses your every move or picture. He’s a very private man. Will he say something I about Armie in future? He would if it is work related but I doubt it would be really personal.

Q: the photo of Timmy in a white tank top with Luca in Italy, was Armie there with them.

A: ace of wands, 3 of swords reversed, queen of wands, the hierophant, 10 of cups.

I think Armie took that picture

Q: also that photo of Timmy in a cave swimming, was Armie with him?

Knight of wands, the magician, page of cups.

Yes, I’m convinced they had a vacation together in Italy last summer.

Q: how is the relationship between Timmy and Elle Fanning?

A: prism oracle: success, surrender, balance

Good, they like working together. They were friendly and concentrated on what they had to do.

Q: Timmy’s upcoming future projects will they as successful or his star power will be weakened?

A: some will be successful, others less, and he will feel disappointed about those that do average or worse.

Q: Timmy’s deal with Warner Brother do you see it be successful? Will he be able to get out of it?

5 of wands reversed, 10 of pentacles, death

I see him being successful but he has to stand up for himself. He probably doesn’t always want this deal. Again he has to say what he wants and not back off. He will feel a lot better if he does.

Q: Will Timmy have changes in his team or publicist?

A: 9 pf wands reversed, king of swords reversed, 8 of swords reversed.

Eventually he will. He’s struggling at the moment. He knows he’s unhappy, but he is so very loyal it backfires all the time.

Q: how is Tim’s relationship with his bodyguard?

Knight of swords, ace of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, prism oracle: comfort

A: is his name Jack? They seem to have a good relationship. But I’m not sure maybe he will be replaced in the end, because I think he lives in London and he probably can't be with Tim all the time.

Q: will Tim's wine business see the light? Will it be successful?

A: The moon, ace of swords reversed, 6 of pentacles reversed, king of wands reversed, page of pentacles

It doesn't feel good, but I can't put my finger on it. Im strongly feeling that the person he's is doing this with, could be an investor or a partner is manipulative and greedy.

Q: did Timothée grew closer to his dade more than his mom now?

A: prism oracle: love, rest, strength

He loves both of them very much, they love him also. His mother has a hard time with the Kylie situation, so their relationship was more strained last year. He is trying to mend that. Once she is out of the picture, he will succeed. But that's why we saw him with his father more.

Q: Did Timothée regret those pictures with Eiza?

A: Prism oracle: Ideation, mystery, cleanse, balance.

He seems to be embarrassed about them, he had to do it for work though. He tries to forgive himself for things he's not proud of. Sometimes his anxiety is really strong, I feel. It's okay to not have all the answers all the time, but again, he has to stand up for himself and stop doing things he's uncomfortable with.

Q: Does Tim sense any jealousy from Leo, or distance himself from Leo?

A: prism oracle: hunger, abundance, peace. The moon, 2 of wands reversed.

I dient feel any jealousy, but I don't think Leo is giving Timmy good advice. he listened to Leo a few times, now he's an a-liter himself, I think he should distance himself from Leo. But as said before, Time is loyal to a fault and he has a difficult time saying no to people.

Q: Did Timmy ever feel jealous of the relationship of Armie and Effie?

A: yes he was. He wished it was him and tried to put up a brave face by saying he didn't care. Photo 3

Q: Does Armie ever think of Effie or want to contact her again?

A:6 of cups, king of swords reversed, 7 of swords reversed

He rather not dwells on the past, but of course she is one of the reasons he lost his career. In a way it reminds him to do better. He would have liked to talk about why she blamed him and accused him, because he thought they talked about boundaries and things enough. He knows she is manipulative and that he has to stay away.

Q: What are Timmy's thoughts about Armie's tattoos?

A: I do think he likes them, actually. He like to trace them and he thinks Armie is hot with or without them. Photo 4

Who is more romantic, more flirty and more needy between Tim and Armie?

A: Photo 5 and 6

Both are romantic in a different way: Armie likes to give gifts, Timmy is giving his time and attention to Armie. Like calling, texting, sending pictures or a meme.

Bear in mind, not now!!!! I think they are still not a 100 percent. Tim is a big, big flirt. Armie is now more cautious and less open. He needs someone he can trust to open him up again. Tim knew from the beginning Armie was his person, but complications made him insecure and vulnerable. He also has a temper!! They both have and both say hurtful things to each other if they are not on the same page.

Q: There's a blind item that Tim's hooking up with a make-up artist can you check please?

A: pace of wands reversed, 8 of wands reversed, ace of pentacles, wheel of fortune.

It seems not. I wouldn't believe blind items anyway, it's usually bullshit.

One of the make-up artists may have thought they had a chance, but Timmy was uninterested.

Q: Can you see how Lisa Perejma feels about Armie and if they could get back in future

A: Lisa still seems to like Armie and wants to be with him. Photo 7 and the moon, the devil reversed, queen of wands reversed 10 of wands

As for there future, I think Armie doesn't feel it. Their relationship has run its course for him.

Q: were Lily and Timmy ever a real couple?

A: queen of pentacles reversed, judgment reversed, 4 of wands reversed

I think they were friendly, possible friends. Not a real couple no. And one of both were not satisfied with the arrangement. I think that Lily felt Timmy a tat uninterested.

Q: Is Armie broke (struggling financially)?

A: strenght, 3 of pentacles reversed, 6 of wands reversed, the hierophant reversed

He obviously lost a lot of income in the last years. I think he is not completely without means. He may have inherited something from his father

Q: how did Luca feel when he heard about Armie's attempt of suiside?

A: prism oracle rejection, flow, trust, conciousness.

He felt sorry and sad. He didn't think Armie deserved the total rejection, he only had to become aware of the things that held him back in life. He trusted and hoped that Armie would find a way to be happier in life.

Q: Will Armie ever go back to acting?

A: 10 of cups reversed, 2 of swords, 8 of wands reversed

At the moment it doesn't look like it. He still feels very alone and im not even sure he wants to go back to the Hollywood carnival. I can check in future of it changes.

Q: Will Armie do a movie this year?

A: Doesn't seem likely. See my previous answer

Q: what doe Timmy and Armie think of Charmies?

A: ace of wands reversed

They are not thinking about Charmies, certainly not with how things are at the moment between them

Q: Did Timmy use Armie in the promo of cmbyn for selling the movie and bromance in any kind of his own favor or was he just being himself and really liked Armie to this length?

A: the hermit, the tower

Its his job to promote and sell his movie. But no, Armie really turned his world upside down. He never had such strong feelings for anyone else.

Also he was really young at the time and not famous, so he was a lot more open.

Q: Please a quick update for how Timmy feels currently. Since he wrapped filming . Is he trying to end the PR with Kylie more aggressively or just staying passive.

A: Well, we all know how that went with Kylie. 3 of cups reversed, 3 of pentacles reversed, 5 of swords reversed, 10 of wands, the star

prism oracle:space, passion, reflection, hunger, protection

he feels awful. He thought he protected himself by being passive and having the excuse of filming, but they don't buy it. He feels really dumb and alone. He's stuck. he knows he has to reflect on it and stand up for himself, but he feels stuck and unprotected, has a lack of passion, would like to flee.

Q: Is this PR ruining Armie and Timmy? I feel there is no coming back now

A: Prism oracle: magic, comfort, peace, success

If Timmy will finally stand up to the Karjenners, Armie and he are going to find their way back to each other. But at the moment Armie is just waiting until Timmy stops with this charade. He tries to stay calm and peaceful and comfortable.

Q: Did Timmy renew some aspect of a deal? Or is it necessary to follow a timeline towards a break-up announcement? I'm a little confused.

A: the hermit, king of cups reversed, 5 of wands, 3 of wands

I don’t know, but when I saw these pictures something didn’t sit right with me. There’s something strange, but I don’t know what.

They probably renewed or negotiated part of the deal, because Timmy didn't commit earlier and hides all the time. He used the filming of acu as an excuse and I think he thought that was it. So, yes, because he didn't stand up for himself, the energy changed and here we are again waiting for all this to end officially. He feels so sad, so stuck, so lonely. But he can and has to do something about it, or he will be stuck longer.

Q: What are Armie's thoughts about this new sighting with Kylie? Will this make things worse for them? Is there still a chance for Tim and Armie to go on a vacation after this?

A: I think I partly answered this in the previous ask. But no, at the moment it doesn't look like they gonna meet up soon. In part 1 I already stated that they wanted to talk and meet up but that there were obstacles and people against it. I think we have our answer now. Armie is not gonna budge as long as Kylie is in the picture.

Q: How does Pauline think about this Kylie stuff?

A: pace of wands reversed, 10 of wands

She thinks Timmy has to do take responsibility for what he did. She thinks that family is bad news. He has to get rid of them.

Q: What does Elizabeth think about the Kylie situation?

A: judgement reversed, 3 of cups reversed

she likes to gossip about it, hopes that Armie and Timmy will never be together again. Judges but not in a nice way.

*alleged/for entertainment purposes

[aashi-heartfilia]

The Ultimate Hero: Uravity

So, I guess the biggest plot point I have noticed for Ochako is to not let people go.

On one hand, we have Deku:

The greatest asset for the heroes; all tattered and bruised running away from his own comfort and happiness to protect his loved ones because the hero society has brainwashed him into thinking that heroism is all about sacrifice and he is the only one who can offer that.

And then, we have Toga.

A cunning villain according to the heroes, a constant thorn on their side.

But in reality, Toga's not a monster that she's perceived to be. She was just an unlucky girl born with a cursed quirk that led her friends and even family boycotting her.

A teenage girl, whose feelings are all over the place. A girl who loves heroes and wants to be like them. A person whose biggest question is that her life matters or not?

And then, we have Ochako.

More under the cut_

Who has failed thrice in reaching out:

First, when she didn't go after Bakugo. She convinced everyone else too, to not go after Bakugo in the Hideout Raid arc because of her own passiveness.

And then she even regrets later and tries to fix things up. But well we know how it goes.

Then she failed to save Sir Nighteye. He was a hero, that died in her arms and there was nothing she could do but helplessly watch.

We see some character development as she rushed to save Deku from the Black whip but just mindlessly running into danger without a plan in mind is not the best solution to a problem Chako cheeks.

But, baby-steps.

We have Toga. It's because she failed to answer Toga's question properly during the war (not that I blame her for it, considering the situation) that Toga turned into the villain she is now.

And finally we have Deku. A product of the society who's brainwashed into thinking that it's his Destiny to suffer in silence because he's a hero.

And yes, there is reason Ochako is highlighted here.

Deku isn't just a random person. He is her best friend and a fellow hero who is willing to suffer in silence for the greater good.

But doesn't he deserves to rest?

This is the bigger questions of the story asked several times.

Who is a Hero?

How do you define a hero?

A figure who doesn't flatter in a situation no matter how dire?

Or someone willing to stand up against the injustice?

Or just a tool of violence to keep villains down?

And that is exactly why Deku is the first person that Ochako saves. Not his life, bit his heart.

It's noticable how much importance heart is given in MHA. A story about saving the hearts of people.

This is also the reason why Ochako succeeds where even Best Jeanist fails.

The No#03 hero, Best Jeanist, a fan favourite, failed to convince the angry and panicked mob because he said that Deku is their biggest asset in this war and that they need him to win. Because in their eyes, an asset is what he is.

A tool, a weapon.

And tools can be kept anywhere. They don't have feelings. Why UA?

Because he's also a human.

More precisely, he's a High-schooler.

He shouldn't even be fighting there.

He has plenty to learn himself.

And like how All Might gave him the right to be hero..

Ochako gave him the right to rest, as human.

For Toga:

We've seen that Ochako looking back to her fight with Toga at the mansion. She was regretting about her actions as a person, something she did not considered before.

And now, she's on the battlefield ready to save both heroes and villains because they're both people. They are powerful but they're just as helpless when it comes to them.

They have bad pasts and horrible things happening to them.

They make mistakes and they're put on pedestal, but

Their lives matter.

Their happiness matters.

Their smile matters.

So, Uraraka's arc is about humanizing both heroes and villains. How they both are the victims of this superhuman society and how they both deserve peace and quite.

Which is why I think Ochako will be the turning point of this manga, now that everything have possibly gone wrong in the worst way possible.

Toga is out with her sad man's parade and dabi is there too, along with AFO all because Spinner's voice reached Kurogiri.

Ochako's name means a 'bright and sunny day' and her power is literally making things weightless. So what if she makes this entire deals weightless by getting Toga on their side?

Principal Nezu already said in his speech that they're just one step away...from understanding each other. And taking that first step is always hard...and when someone takes that impossible step, it leads to the birth of a true hero.

And yes, URAVITY is that hero.

A symbol of hope.

The greatest hero that will surpass even All Might.

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"The Taste of You"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 3792

Tags: Fresh AU, dark rom-com, dark!Bucky, pre-serum Steve, cannibalism, kidnapping, yandere/basement wife, meet cute-ish, gay sex n' stuff, dub-con bordering on non-con, ignoring of sexual boundaries

Summary: Steve is so tired of the meat market that modern dating has become. Just when he's deleted all the apps and given up on ever finding Mr. Right, he meets the perfect guy at the grocery store.

A dark, cute, funny, fucked up, and very tasty love story.

It's a Fresh AU. "If you can't handle the cannibalism, get out of the kitchen" ... or something like that

A.N.: The embedded music is a fond suggestion from the author: it fits the mood of the chapter sooo perfectly (... and I'm a nerd for some Duran Duran)

6. Main Course

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Steve takes the steps downward, nervous though he’s not sure why. “James?” he says quietly, but receives no answer.

James had said the basement was a dank storage space, but it’s not.

Steve, barefoot, goes down the curved staircase, running his hand along the rough hewn rock walls. It’s reminiscent of a dungeon, only prettier, more like a spa. A spa-dungeon, Steve thinks, lips quirking. He knows he shouldn’t be in the basement, knows it’s rude to go walking around James’ house uninvited. But he’s already down here so he might as well have a look. It’s pretty clear by now that the basement is meticulously designed. The materials are dark but beautiful, the dim uplighting along the walls making it feel kind of spooky.

There’s a hallway that curves, and Steve walks, eyes flicking around. “Hello?” he says again, but receives no answer. Abruptly, he comes upon a room on the right that’s brightly lit. Steve blinks, shocked. It’s… it’s an operating room. He doesn’t know why, but something about seeing it there makes dread well in his gut. Why would James have a surgery room set up in his basement?

Why did he lie about it?

Everything looks perfectly clean and sanitized, new and shiny like it’s never been used. There’s a bare operating table and big surgical lamps shining down on it. Steve swallows as his eyes land on one of the rolling metal trays, lined with pristine rows of surgical tools that look downright menacing. He tears his eyes away, feeling uneasy.

Maybe James takes patients at home—people who want privacy away from a public hospital? Celebrities maybe? Or maybe James does facial surgeries on people in the witness protection program, he thinks wildly.

Steve knows how absurd that sounds. He really can’t think of a realistic reason why James would have an operating room set up in his basement. And he can’t make sense of why he’d lie about it. “...James?” he says again, only this time he’s whispered it, unsure if he wants to run into James down here after all.

Scared, he keeps walking down the hall, which keeps curving. There’s a metal panel on the wall that he comes to, and after a brief inspection he sees that it’s the other end of the dumbwaiter that goes up to the kitchen. Steve shuts the panel and walks further. His heart rate picks up when he sees the first of the rooms. They’re on the outer wall of the circle. They’re cells, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that much. Steve stands at the entrance to one and starts breathing rapidly as he takes in the bare room, the mattress, the prison-grade toilet-sink in the corner.

The chain and leather shackle bolted into the floor.

He backs out of the room, terrified. “What the fuck,” he exhales shakily. He starts walking down the hallway faster, eager to get out of there. He passes four more cells, identical to the first. Multiple cells in the basement. Lies. James lied to him!

It’s terrifying, but Steve’s mind is still trying to offer something up, trying to rationalize it. Maybe it’s a kink thing, he thinks desperately. Maybe people pay money for James to lock them up and dominate them. Maybe James shoots porn down here or maybe—

He comes to the last cell and, unlike the others, this one’s sliding door is closed. And there’s someone, or something, in there. “Oh my god,” he whispers, looking through the wooden slats of the door. He knows it’s horribly wrong, even before his mind makes sense of what he’s seeing. It’s a woman, Steve can see her face. She’s laying on the mattress on her back, body under a thin blanket. But something’s wrong. Steve blinks. The lump under the blanket is too small, he realizes. It should be … it should be bigger. There should be more, where her arms and legs are.

A wave of nausea overcomes him and he slaps his hand over his mouth, gasping. The woman in the cell whips her head towards Steve. The too-small lump under the blanket moves. Steve whimpers, his vision tunneling. “No,” he squeaks. “No, no.”

“Help me,” the woman says, staring right at him. “Please. Kill me.”

Steve thinks he might vomit.

Bucky hoses the debris off his tools at the barn’s spigot, then hangs them neatly back in their places. He sighs, feeling tired. Harvesting is a workout all on its own, but he’s not going to use that as an excuse to skip his run. That’d just be lazy.

So he puts the product in a Cambro with a lid and sends it down in the barn’s dumbwaiter to freeze. He hangs up his apron and face shield, takes off the rubber coveralls and gloves and slips his sneakers back on. Outside the barn, he starts into a series of high knees and plank jacks to get his muscles warming up.

His usual path takes him around the edge of the forest that lines his property. He jogs, inhaling the wet, crisp air of the early morning. His feet pound against the grass and patches of packed earth. Running has always been relaxing for Bucky, and as he jogs he finds himself reflecting on the last two weeks; how well things have been going, both with Steve and with the business. He grins as he jogs, happier than he can remember being in a long time.

Two weeks earlier:

Bucky purchases the package of venison, then walks out of the store and chucks it in one of the parking lot trash cans. He waits in a dark corner alongside the building until he sees the guy—Steve—leave with his bag of groceries. Bucky watches fondly as he disappears from sight.

Bucky makes a mental note to text him.

Then he remembers his mission and he goes back into the store. Eileen is still on aisle six, muttering at the junk food options, trying to talk herself down from a potato chip cliff, apparently. She winds up putting three different types in the cart. Bucky rolls his eyes at her lack of self-control. Pathetic.

He follows her out to the parking lot, where she gets into her car. Bucky knows the routine by now. This is the Ex’s weekend with the kid, so Bucky knows she’ll be alone. She’ll stop at the liquor store, then drive home to her shitty walk-up in Vinegar Hill, get drunk watching The Real HouseWives of Somewhere-or-other, passing out sometime around one am.

“Good girl,” he mutters through the binoculars, when her eyes close right on schedule. Bucky watches from his spot across the street, waiting until she’s been out for a full forty minutes before he goes to get her. He stares at her where she’s slumped on the couch, mouth open as she snores, potato chip crumbs on her shirt. Slob.

She’s his preferred stock—heavyset but short. Plenty of product in a compact package. And already unconscious for him as well? Talk about a sitting duck. It means she’s easy to chloroform, and not too hard to manage with the hand truck and plastic storage bin he puts her in. He takes a moment to find a few items worth pilfering: lingerie, some cheap jewelry, an old photo album—things the clients will appreciate in their care packages. After all, Bucky isn’t just some vulgar meat man. He’s a cuisinier; he sells the whole experience. The various accessories get chucked on top of Eileen in the bin. He clips the lid on securely with a giddy spring to his step, thinking of the cute guy he’d met at the grocery store. Steve. Bucky’s lips twitch as he remembers the guy’s pink rainboots. “Cute,” he murmurs, hefting the hand truck onto its wheels and pushing out the door.

Eileen’s apartment is barely furnished, let alone equipped with any sort of a security system. And the neighborhood outside is equally as rough. Last week’s reconnaissance had revealed cameras at the corner ATM, but nowhere else. Nobody bothers him as he loads the bin into his car and drives off.

It’s a long drive out to the house, and she starts making noises from the back after the first hour or so. Bucky pulls into a rest stop and grabs another drugged gauze. He opens the car’s rear door and removes the lid to the bin. Puffy, confused eyes blink up at him. “Wassit?!” she squeals, squirming around like a big fish in a little bucket.

“Comfy?” Bucky asks. Eileen frowns and cries out, and Bucky sighs. He leans over and holds the cloth over her mouth and nose until she goes limp again. “Don’t worry,” he tells her, clipping the lid back onto the bin and returning to the driver’s seat. “We’ll be there soon.”

He imagines her ex coming by for the custody swap on Sunday evening, imagines the face of Eileen’s seven year old daughter as she realizes that she won’t have to go back into that filthy apartment again, with her filthy mother and her mother’s filthy boyfriend. The thought of how happy he’s about to make that little girl makes Bucky feel like a million bucks.

Eileen, chunky monkey that she is, makes him feel like a mil point two.

💬James: Hey you. I’ve got a red eye out tonight. Doing some consulting work outta state. I might not be very reachable for a few days. But I’ll text you when I get back, maybe we can grab lunch or something.

🗨️Steve: Okay! Sounds good. Have a fun trip!

The kid’s enthusiasm makes Bucky smile. He texts back that it’s just work, but he’ll try to enjoy it where he can.

He closes out the screen and sets his phone onto the kitchen counter. He sends one lunch tray down in the dumbwaiter and carries the other himself. It’s Eileen’s sixth day, Melissa’s fifty-sixth.

Melissa’s gone kind of nuts, now, which Bucky finds vaguely amusing, vaguely sad, and probably in the poor girl’s best interest. It’s her mind protecting her from what she can’t handle. It’s merciful.

And Melissa’s a walk in the park compared to Eileen, who is progressing rather typically, and is still in the Anger stage. But Bucky expects she’ll make the transition to Bargaining soon, promising Bucky her silence, her cooperation, money, sex; anything if he’ll let her go. Bucky understands. He doesn’t judge them for it, pathetic as it is.

The first surgery tends to be the hardest for them, psychologically, no matter which part he chooses to harvest. He prefers to start with a leaner cut like the forearm, since they’re still pretty stressed out at that point and he’s found that fear seeps into and taints the fatty cuts of meat the most. Better to save those for once they’ve calmed down and accepted their fate.

“Meh-liss-aah,” he sing-songs to her as he passes her room, hearing her answering giggle. “How you doing, silly goose?”

Melissa babbles out some sort of answer, and he tells her she’s a good girl, he’ll come feed her her lunch in a bit (she’s 0 for 2 in the arms department these days). Bucky didn’t used to be so nice to her. Like all of his girls, she’d fallen into his hands because he’d found some very damning public records. Melissa used to like to do drugs, and it didn’t matter to her whether she was pregnant at the time or not. She’d given birth to multiple babies—disabled and addicted to crack or whatever other drug of choice she was on at that time.

Bucky’s relationship with her has only gotten friendly since she started talking to the walls, hearing colors and smelling shapes and all that shit. Bucky can’t bring himself to pick on an insane person.

Eileen is in the farthest of the six cells. Bucky’s never had more than four people in stock at once, but he’d been feeling very entrepreneurial when he was designing the basement. The rooms are meticulous, designed to prevent any possibility of escape or self harm. They’re spacious, plain, easy to clean. The only difference between them is that each room has a large feature wall depicting some sort of scenery. One’s a fish tank, one’s a forest. Melissa is in the sunset room and Eileen has the beach.

He finds her sitting on her mattress, leaning against the wall and staring towards the beach, but her gaze sharpens when he slides the door open. “Hi,” he says, taking a few steps into the room. He’s standing outside of her reach, having long ago memorized the radius that the restraints allow his captives. He sets the tray of food down in the safety zone and watches her look at it. “Fettucini alfredo, broccolini, side salad, tiramisu,” he says calmly. He never tries to feed them meat, that’s too much of a mindfuck, even for him. “And your pills,” he adds, seeing her eyes fixating on the little cup of capsules and tablets next to the water cup. Eileen sneers and turns her head away. “No.”

Bucky hums. “If you don’t eat and take your pills, I cut off your pain meds.” She inhales sharply and whips her head back to gape at him. Bucky nods. “You must be hurting by now. You didn’t take your afternoon dose.”

“I don’t need it,” she says.

“Liar.” Bucky toes the tray further across the carpet, into the range where Eileen can reach it, if she wants to. “Take your pills.” There are antibiotics, blood thinners and vitamins that he needs her to take. “And eat. Then I’ll give you your morphine.”

It’s rare that a captive doesn’t press the button every chance they get; like a little, addicted rat in a cage. The button triggers a dispenser to drop their pain pills down into a receptacle in the wall. Bucky’s got the system rigged to allow a customizable amount for each individual, depending on where they are in their process. Right now he’s allowing Eileen a decent dose every three to four hours—she’s only two days out from her first surgery, after all.

Bucky eyes the dressings on the stump at her left elbow. It looks clean enough, but he’ll have to change it soon. It’s just good practice. “Do you need anything?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she mutters darkly, and Bucky knows she’s imagining a multitude of ways to murder him.

Not to Bargaining quite yet, then. He sighs, watching her and thinking that he really wants to get back to New York to see Steve. He doesn’t mind his work here, enjoys it even, depending on the personalities of who he’s got in rotation. But the excitement of a new relationship is headier than he remembers it ever being before. He likes Steve, and he feels giddy whenever he thinks about the possibility of this maybe going somewhere, maybe going all the way. Steve has made him realize how lonely he’s been these past few years. Bucky thinks of maybe telling Steve, someday; of getting to share that with him. It’s Bucky’s ultimate fantasy.

His attention returns to Eileen. He looks her over critically, thinking that maybe he’ll just do a chop and freeze, make a bunch of meatballs. It’s not his preference, of course. He can usually take his time, lovingly harvesting half a limb every three weeks or so and mailing it off: expertly prepped and with gourmet recipes and serving suggestions. The clients pay almost double for fresh meat, and they like knowing that the woman they’re eating is still alive, that the woman they’re eating knows that they’re eating her. And Bucky’s a damn good surgeon. He prides himself in being able to take all the limbs, plus either the ass or the breasts, before the final harvest is required. But if he’s going to be starting a relationship—a real one, this time—then he’d prefer not to have to drive out here to the house every other day. What a pain in the butt.

He watches as Eileen gets to the tray and starts eating the pasta. She tosses back the pills and Bucky hums, pleased. “Good girl.”

“Fuck you.” She skips the veggies and starts eating the tiramisu. “You can eat shit and die,” she mutters.

Bucky’s lips quirk. He moves for the door, thinking that he might just do an accelerated slaughter, after all. Most of the meat will have to be kept frozen, and the clients won’t pay as much. But Bucky will eat the loss. He doesn’t mind meatballs.

And besides, Steve’s worth it.

Bucky doesn’t usually keep live product for long; not once the final limb is harvested. It’s cruel, he thinks, to leave a stump of a person laying on a mattress, stewing in their own misery and unable to scratch a damn itch on their nose. Often, he even gives them a choice when they’re being put under for that last thigh or upper arm: Do they want him to just finish them on the table this time? Many of them say yes please, and if Bucky’s at all pitying, he honors their wishes and they never wake up again.

Bucky’s got no such sympathy for a woman who turns a blind eye to her disgusting boyfriend raping her seven-year-old daughter. He’d discovered her special case in the public records database a few months ago. So no, he hadn’t done a quick chop and freeze on her, but he had taken all her limbs in one fell swoop. Watching the look on her face when she came to in her cell and realized what he’d done was priceless. Bucky almost regrets not taping it. He thinks that maybe Eileen’s daughter might’ve liked to see it, one day. Eileen can stew a little longer, he decides vindictively. She’s currently a legless, armless, breastless stump, dwindling away in her room until Bucky gets an order in for organ meat or short ribs.

Bucky is a very thorough person. The basement is meticulously designed to conceal everything that goes on down there, so Bucky’s not really worried at all about bringing Steve to the house for the weekend. The door will be locked and Steve and he will have a great time.

Bucky doesn’t make mistakes like leaving the door unlocked. He just doesn’t.

Until he does, and it makes everything come crumbling down.

It’s the second morning of their trip. Bucky’s already harvested Melissa, but he gets up early to take Eileen her food and meds. He finishes up with her and then heads out for the run that he told a barely-awake Steve he was going for. The dew on the grass outside soaks his sneakers, and he feels invigorated by the time he returns through the front door. He toes his sneakers off and pads into the kitchen in his socks. The tea kettle is rattling and whistling on the stovetop. He frowns, grabbing a potholder and moving it off the flame. He looks around for Steve, confused.

And then his eyes land on the basement door. It’s halfway open. No. Oh please, God, no.

His heart feels like it stops in his chest and he could almost cry, because he knows Steve is down there, and he’d really wanted to keep Steve. …He’s kind of been falling for him. “Fuck,” he hisses, wanting to punch the wall. Wanting to punch himself. “Fuck, God, fuck!”

He knows what he has to do, but it’s heartbreaking. It enrages him. He doesn’t want to lose someone else he cares about to this. How could he have left that fucking door open! He yanks angrily at his own hair, then makes up his mind. He has to fix this. He has no choice. Inhaling deeply, he goes and retrieves a syringe from his med kit. He draws up enough of a sedative and caps it. Trying to gather his courage, Bucky steps through the basement doorway, shutting and locking the door behind him. He walks down the stairs, guts crawling with regret and sorrow and dread.

It’s quiet downstairs. Bucky had just finished cycling through two chop and freezes in preparation for Steve’s visit. He’d intended to finish Eileen next week, after his and Steve’s weekend trip was over. Bucky inhales deeply, steeling himself for what he knows he’s going to find. The basement is laid out in a pattern like a conch shell: the hallway spiraling in and in until finishing at a dead end.

His footsteps are silent in his socks, and he passes the operating room, the walk-in freezer and three of the newly-sanitized cells. Steve is standing at the last cell, peering in through the wooden slats. Bucky sighs, so incredibly disappointed. “Oh, Steve,” he bemoans, and Steve nearly jumps out of his skin as he cries out and whirls around. Bucky shakes his head sadly. “Why’d you have to come down here, honey? I had such high hopes for us.”

Steve makes an animal sound, desperate and panicked, and he runs away from Bucky. He’s running in the direction of the center of the spiral, unaware that it’s a dead end he’s headed for. Bucky sighs and uncaps the syringe he’s brought. “Stevie? C’mere, baby.” He walks in the direction Steve went. He finds him at the wall, trapped and crouching down low. Bucky’s heart clenches. “I’m sorry, Steve,” he says. “I didn’t want it to go like this. I wanted to—”

Steve screams and charges him, wild and fast. He breaks past Bucky, surprising him so much that he actually laughs in disbelief. He starts off in the direction Steve ran. “Steve,” he warns calmly. “There’s no way out of here, honey. Why don’t you stop running and we can talk? I’m not going to hurt you.”

He finds him at the very top of the stairs, yanking and jiggling the doorknob in frantic desperation. Bucky hates to see him so terrified. “Steve, I’m not gonna hurt you. C’mere.”

Steve has nowhere to go, and Bucky is able to close in on him. He doesn’t let him see the needle, just pulls him in against his body and hugs him tightly. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispers into his hair. Steve is whining and fighting, but it dies down quickly once Bucky jabs him with the needle. “Shh sh sh,” Bucky hushes him, holding more and more of his slight weight as he loses lucidity.

“James?” he asks weakly, sounding so confused that it just feels like a punch to Bucky’s heart. There are tears in Steve’s eyes, and Bucky starts to cry, too. He didn’t want it to be like this. Not again.

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[blueysobssesions]

Ate bluey pwede po ba part 2 sa "She was better then me" but may revenge si reader para nag cheat din sha at si chris yung new lover nya............. 👉👈

"She was better than me" Pt2!

First Filipino/tagalog request >< Basically anon here said that the reader takes revenge by cheating on Leon, as he did to her, which Chris is her new lover. Maybe smut at pt3

Running down the corridors. Your eyes still leaking with tears. You were overcome with emotions that you failed to notice Chris reading a book as he walk down the hallway. When he lowered his book from his face, he noticed you running towards him. His reaction time is so quick that he caught you in his big strong arms. "Wha- Oh, I- s-sorry... Didn't see you there..." you sobbed. His hands were on either side of your shoulders. "There's no need to apologize... What happened? Why are you crying?" The more questions he poses, the more tears flow. You find it difficult to respond to the questions... He sighed and drew you onto his chest, where you let it all out. You tried your hardest to keep your wails down, but you couldn't because of how much it hurt you. "Want to talk about it?" he asked, but you only shook your head. Chris remains silent and begins to comfort you. "Let's go to my office...?" he asked again, and this time you nodded.

You sat on the couch near the office door, hugging your knees. The tears finally stopped flowing. You only looked down at the floor, unsure of what to do or say... Despite your initial belief that he loved you, it is now clear that he didn't love you at all. Chris sat next to you and then looked at you. You may not be aware of this, but... When Leon introduced you to him, he had feelings for you. He admired your concern for others, your dedication to the missions, and... You were stunning... But why did he come across you crying? "Are you all right?" he inquired. He rested one of his hands on your shoulder. "Yeah... I'm fine... I think so." You said sighing, "Do you want me to call Leon?" A tinge of jealousy ran through his veins. You shook your head, and Chris was confused when you denied... Weird, you always enjoy having Leon around.... Is there something going on between the two of you? Did... Did Leon did something to you!? Chris clenched his fists just thinking about Leon hurting you.

"I... Saw him... Kissing... Ada..." you finally said, burying your face in your knees. "He was avoiding our dates just to meet with Ada!" you yelled, making Chris flinch. He noticed your fist clenched. Leon Kennedy couldn't believe it... Cheating? Wow. "That bastard," he said, knowing something was up between Leon and Ada... Their flirtatious antics... He didn't tell you because he knows it would break your heart. He'll make him pay for it.

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Kristen Applebees Season 1 Character Playlist BREAKDOWN

OKAY, SO this one is gonna be an ordeal.

I set a 6-song limit for every other playlist I made, but this is the playlist that started it all. So, I didn't have a limit. So it's 12 songs long.

Which is honestly like a normal playlist length BUT it's gonna be a long breakdown which I will lovingly do because I LOVE Kristen with my whole heart. Either way, this is deffos gonna be a long post so read if you want (i would very much appreciate it obvi but I get this is pushing it).

Genres Included: Folk, Singer-songwriter, Alternative, 80's

1. Save the People, The Mountain Goats

When wilt thou save the people? Oh, God of mercy, when? Not kings and lords, but nations Not thrones and crowns, but men God save the people For thine they are Thy children as thy angels fair Save the people from despair

Starting off strong with my main man John Darnielle. John, as prolific as he might be, did not write this song it is originally from the musical Godspell by Steven Schwartz. I was raised as a theater kid and I remember one summer my mom took out our cable and the only things we could watch on the tv were dvds and vhs tapes of musicals, and the 1973 Godspell movie was definitely one of my favorites. Its like "what if Jesus was around in the 70s and was a hippie clown and also was crucified on a chain-linked fence and beaten by cops" ...ah, good times.

ANYWAYS, I don't feel like I need to get into why this is a perfect Kristen song - I feel like it really gets to the divide between the way that Christianity is taught to kids vs the way it is enacted by the adults that do the teaching.

2. Father Texas, Birdtalker

Father Texas on his toes Tells me where and when to go He's a savior, liturgy man He's a stickler and a soap monger Shove it down your throat Holy answer man He says obey and I'll love ya Now I'm doing just to prove And I'm walking out of fear But the devils done

Ok so I was raised Catholic, which I feel like is a whole different flavor of religious trauma compared to Evangelical or Baptist vibes - which I feel like the Helioic religion gives. Either way, this song slaps and really gets to that Evangelical vibe.

3. Big Houses, Squalloscope

I build bridges with these arms I will not build a fortress In the circle around the kitchen table I say my "amen" because I feel blessed Secretly hoping, while joining hands, that you can't feel my trembling fingertips

Here's young Kristen Applebees - Chosen One of Helio- who just wanted to help people. She meets her first non-religious friends, plans to convert and save them, and then straight up dies on the first day of school. She comes face to face with her literal god, is disappointed and grossed out by him, and then is magically (and violently) revived.

Can you imagine her returning home, trying to answer her parent's questions about the first day, making it through dinner, crawling into bed, and just lying there? AHHHHHHHHHHH

4. Under The Table, Fiona Apple

I'd like to buy you a pair of pillow-soled hiking boots To help you with your climb Or rather, to help the bodies that you step over along your route So they won't hurt like mine Kick me under the table all you want I won't shut up, I won't shut up Kick me under the table all you want I won't shut up, I won't shut up

Speaking of those family dinners, as the days go by and Kristen gets closer to her party, how do you think she's gonna react to whatever comments her parents make about them hmmmmmm? The result of coming out of your social shell and realizing how bad the people around you really are.

5. Cleric Girl, Sisyfuss

I need my cleric girl tonight So she can bless me in this plight Dress me in crucifixes so they die on sight I need my cleric girl tonight

This is just a fun song I see as Kristen finds her groove within the party, kinda around the DJ brains fight. Also it makes me think of the prayer chain thing that she had the whole party on at some point.

6. Cornflake Girl, Tori Amos

She knows what's going on Seems we got a cheaper feel now All the sweeteaze are gone Gone to the other side With my encyclopedia They musta paid her a nice price She's putting on her string bean love This is not really, this, this This is not really happening

There's something about a Tori Amos song that never fucking misses. This song, for me, kinda gets at the part of growing up when you really start to uncover the truth of things for yourself, instead of listening to the things you were always told. Kristen buys the book of world religions and reads about the atrocities people did in her god's name. She is also told that the "cool camps" she was going to were run by an actual fanatical cult. Yikes.

7. Eldest Daughter, Isabel Pless

Bring me your battered, your bruised, and your scarred Florence Nightingale, to your broken hearts Bring me your bleeding I'll stitch it up with a bow Tugging at the sword in the stone The dormant hero in me is yet to be known Dying to prove myself again, but I don't know how Wanna lay my weapons down Lay my weapons down Want everyone to adore me even though People's emotions are out of my control Smothering fires Letting flames claim my hands I would do anything to be needed Over and over again.

Okay, the thing about this song is that we get the root of it here in season one, and it shows up really lightly, but God almighty, do we get one hell of a payoff in the next two seasons. Damn. The first time I listened to this song I cried. It's on several of my dnd character playlists - because, for some reason, I can't stop making dnd characters with self-saccrificing tendencies. HM! I WONDER WHY?

But anyways, yeah... something something, Christian households raising their eldest daughters to be surrogate mothers and laborers, something something Kristen is a cleric while her brothers are paladins, something something Women being healers

8. Angel Eyes and Basketball, Foot Ox

There are flowers growing all around A massive animal inside of me And it's so ugly, and I'm so broken And I'm so ugly, and it's so broken I am calling all of my friends To pull me out of this hole But they're so caught up in their own shit And I'm so caught up in my own shit

Ok, this is full Christian guilt. I also really like the way this song is one of those upbeat but devastating ones because it makes me think about her inspiring speeches to her party members just being her ranting about how horrible everything is, and then they get +1 to attacks and extra hitpoints. Living La Vida Loca.

9. We Fell in Love in October, girl in red

Smoking cigarettes on the roof You look so pretty, and I love this view Don't bother looking down, we're not going that way At least I know I am here to stay We fell in love in October That's why I love fall Looking at the stars Admiring from afar

Ok, I know this is cheesy. BUT TO MY CREDIT: both the song and the season came out in 2018. Also, you know Kristen would stream the fuck out of this song.

10. Running Up That Hill ( A Deal With God), Kate Bush

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places I'd be running up that road, be running up that hill With no problems

AGAIN TO MY CREDIT: I made this playlist in 2020 - two years before Stranger Things brought the song back to the general psyche. No shade, of course, to the stranger things; it's a perfect song to choose, and the scene effectively made me cry.

But anyway its here because at her bones, Kristen would die for her friends and has and will (unfortunately) continue to. Speaking of

11. Arms Tonite, Mother Mother

I cry in the afterlife I cry hard because I have died And you're alive I try to escape afterlife I try hard to get back inside Your arms alive

Kristen's dying count is more than double most of her friends at this point - and golly gee just wait till season 2!

Can I roll a nat 20 and then be alive?

12. Glory (Bunker Sessions), Bastille

And all their words for glory Well, they always sounded empty When we're looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven Way down here upon the ground When we're lying in the dirt There's no looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven

I really love this bunker session version of this song; the strings and the piano just give it a lovely honesty. Gorgeous song. Perfect way to end this season

[moons-epiphany]

clancy album review

i have finally listened to clancy and watched all the music videos so i thought it'd give a little album review

okay first i'll give each song a star rating out of 5 which will mean:

1 star = i didn't like it

2 stars = it was okay

3 stars = i liked it

4 stars = i really liked it

5 stars = i loved it

(also disclaimer in case anyone tries to come for me lmao - i've been a clikkie since 2016 back when i was a young cringefail teen so just bc i'm not a massive fan of all of their songs does not mean that i hate the band or that i'm not a true fan or anything. fans can be critical of the bands/media they like and in fact i encourage it. okay anyway, let's go.)

album rankings

and, because why not, here's my ranking of all of the top albums so far:

trench (5 stars): you can take this album from my cold dead hands. i firmly believe that this was top's best album music wise. (also the bandito tour was an overwordly experience that i'm grateful i saw twice so i'm very biased towards this album).

vessel (5 stars): my favourite album (despite being second). it's very nostalgic for me. when i think of twenty one pilots i usually think of guns for hands first as both the song and music video are peak.

blurryface (5 stars): i love every song from this album :) also tear in my heart was the first ever twenty one pilots song that i listened to <3

self-titled (5 stars): every song is a banger. ate no crumbs.

regional at best (5 stars): again every song is a banger.

clancy (4 stars): some songs will have to grow on me but i largely like most of it.

scaled and icy (4 stars): i did really like this album and i did like the sound but only after listening to it a few times (and the live stream experience really helped me to like it even more because that slapped).

track rankings

alrighty now for the actual songs themselves. also another disclaimer, i'm not a musician, i don't know a lot of the terms lmao i'm just a sensory seeking autistic and listen to music a lot. also i listened to all the songs first and then watched the music videos (not including the singles - overcompensate, next semester and backslide - though) if that adds anything at all.

1. overcompensate (4.9 stars): okay the reason why i put my album ranking is because you need to know how much i love trench lmao. the bandito sample at the start was the peak of the album for me. the rest of the song is why it's a 4.9 (i'm being kinda petty with this lmao) and not a 5 star song but i have listened to it a bunch of times and it is a banger. also the muscial video created the perfect level of hype for the album, it made me very excited for the rest. a strong opener indeed!

2. midwest indigo (5 stars): now i know it might be silly to have a 5 star song below a 4.9 star song but listen this is my ranking list and i can do what i want ;3*. when this song first played it reminded me of what i call my "don't stop believeing" song. essentially, songs like these make me react like how every white person, like myself, reacts to don't stop believing when it comes on. that song for me is magnolia by gang of youths. as soon as the first note is heard, i am up. midwest indigo is a close second to magnolia. this is the highest praise i can ever give to a song lmao. also the music video is very twenty one pilots to me seen by tyler tweaking on the ice and dancing - remember when i said that guns for hands is the first thing i think of when i think of twenty one pilots and have you seen how weird he dances in that music video? /pos (dw this is a compliment) [*it's second and not first because overcompensate is a certified twenty one pilots song, if you don't know what that means, i can't help you just trust me on this.]

3. at the risk of feeling dumb (5 stars): okay so this song just makes me want to cry because 1) it hits close to home and 2) i'm going through some shit right now and this song just perfectly describes it. i also love the music video, it may be simple** but i really like it. the way that at the end it gives like classic band vibes? like i can think of a lot bands that have had that same shot of very close up to the camera stood on top of a building lmao. [**in comparison to some of their higher production music videos with the special effects and what not]

4. vignette (5 stars): as soon as this song started i liked it. it gave me gang of youths vibes (one of my fav bands, listen to magnolia linked above!!) tyler's vocals in the chorus come throughhh (this means that i loved them). such a groovy and cool song, how can you not like it is the real question. i also love the shouted (or at least in top terms just a slight volume rise lmao) "where do i go from here?". and don't get me started on that little music break oooooh so stimmy. the "(denial)" part after "no-no, not me, it's for a friend" is also hilarious in a way i can't describe. the music video: what was that red piece of paper??? that's a lovely portrait of josh, but tyler, what is that paper????

5. navigating (5 stars): loved this song as soon as it started, i loved the groovy retro almost 80s vibes to it?? and in typical top fashion i thought "oh this song sounds groovy the lyrics must be really sad" and then bro started saying "disassociate" in the chorus lmao. but anyway yes, i instantly adored this song. the song is just so stimmy, i was stimming pretty much the whole time this song was playing. obsessed with the music playing in the background of the verses. also obsessed with the way tyler sings "navigating" idk he just says it in a way that's fun. further, obsessed with the bridge and the bass. so the music video. first of all, why did the aspect ratio change, was that just me? secondly i'm welsh so i loved the daffodil cameo <3 thirdly, WHAT??? WHY IS MY BLOOD HERE? WHAT'S WITH THE MY BLOOD SAMPLE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THE MY BLOOD SAMPLE??? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???? HUH???

6. the craving (both versions): listen i'm not rating this, it's a cute wholesome sweet love song for his wife. it would be evil to say anything bad about this and it doesn't really feel like my place to say anything about it in the first place, yk? the song isn't for me. however, the music video... what? there was me thinking they were making a cute music box for their family or something only for it be a box for a bullet??? huh???

7. backslide (4 stars): we now enter the songs that i didn't instantly love, but i'm sure they'll grow on me. i really like backslide but what's stopping me from giving it 5 stars is the chorus, which is complicated. i love the sound paired with the vocals but i just feel weird about it??? idk how to explain it. the music video also doesn't help bc i don't really like the part where he rides his bike through the wind and rain. i get it. i get why. but i just don't really vibe with it??? i'm being really petty about this but i just can't get over it. apart from all that i really liked it. i loved the references in the music video but justice for that meat patty damn.

8. next semester (4 stars): okay not an instant hit for me. it sounded very pop punnky 5sos-y??? which isn't a bad thing but it's not my usual taste. however, i loved the chorus. the vocals and the sound are peak, i love it. also the ukulele part, love love love. also the "oh-whoa-oh" part is amazing too, i'm a massive fan of "oh-whoa-ohs" and i also love it when vocals overlap. i alsoooo love it when there's a group of people singing together :) it's also so catchy? i find myself humming and singing it a lot. the music video was very sweet, having members of the clique there singing along was a lovely detail. the bow at the end too :')

9. lavish (4 stars): this song took me by surprise. it still sounds like the classic top sound but in a way i never expected they'd go, yk? and i think it worked! honestly, there's no reason why this is a 4 star rather than a 5 star, i just feel like the 5 stars are in a different catergory if that makes sense? i loved those better. also the music video for lavish is my favourite out of all of them. it's so fun. the suits and sunglasses. the weird ass dancing from tyler and josh just being there. it's groofy, it's got charm. i love it so much.

10. routines in the night (3 stars): okay i know a three doesn't look great but this song isn't my usual taste in music, nothing necessarily bad on the song or anything. i loved the vocals on this track and i find it catchy because i will sing along to it. i also found it was too cool for top if that makes sense?? like it's very different from the ukulele emo band yk? again, not a bad thing, just not *my* thing though i can see this growing on me for sure. also i see those references in the music video.

11. paladin strait (3 stars): this song is confusing. i like it but there are parts where i don't like it so i averaged it to a 3. i feel like those vocals don't really match the song? i'm not sure. i know i just talked about the good old emo ukulele days but i feel like the ukulele doesn't really fit here?? i did like the "here's my chance" bit, though i still felt like something was wrong about it?? idk. i also really liked the lyrics, they were very sweet and encouraging :) i've listened to this song a bunch of times and still the random ukulele that starts playing jumpscares me T^T it happens so suddenly lmaooo but that part is nice :) then the rest... the fpe???? hello clancy??????? hello???? clancy is still in the thick of it, huh? finally showdown vibes, i'm ready let's go. i've also seen theories about how this relates to the isle of flightless birds which is very interesting and i mean they did play it recently sooooo.

12. oldies station (3 stars): okay when this first started playing it gave me children's song vibes, you know? like it was a kids song or even a song in the background of youtube videos or something. that is to say, i didn't really like it. however, the lyrics were sweet and i liked the line "your favourite song was on the oldies station" :') yeah that hits oof. i also liked the "you don't quite mind" part! it saved the song for me i won't lie. it was very sweet and nice :) nothing really bad to say about it. also the lyric "you're in the crowd at her first dance recital" was very sweet :') as for the music video: yo homies you just killed someone. anyone gonna comment on that at all? and the white pole things moving was really trippy T^T i hated it, it hurt my eyes.

13. snap back (2.5 stars): honestly when this first started playing it gave me like txt / kpop vibes??? not a bad thing as such but just surprised me. however... i gave it a 2 so i wasn't really a fan of this song. though i did like the "i've been praying for my elasticity..." part. that was really vibey :) if we wanna get personal real quick then i'm someone who becomes quite angry and quick to irritation when i'm not doing well mentally and can lash out at people as a result so normally i relate a lot to lyrics like the ones in this but something just felt off about them??? it kinda felt like 'oh i hurt people when i was mentally unwell the other day but why haven't they forgiven me?' type of vibes??? (i got this largely from the lyric "blacklisted from forgiveness") essentially it sounds like an excuse for doing something shitty to someone when you're mentally unwell which doesn't sit right with me.* which i know is referenced in the song itself -> "i have seemed to run out of excuses of why i am this way" which yeah i relate to that because i have said those exact words to myself before, so i get it. i have first hand experience. it's something that i have done before but deeply regretted and don't really want to be reminded by a song. in short, "i am in this and i don't like it." the music video itself was fine i guess but didn't really change my opinion of the song at all. [*also remember that music is up to interpretation, so just bc this is how i see it does not mean that this is the actual meaning, reasoning or the thought process behind tyler's writing. art is subjective and we're all allowed our own opinions and all that jazz. i mean no hate or disrespect when i voice my opinions and only ask for mature responses that contribute to a healthy discussion.]

anyway we got deep at the end there but please don't jump on me bc my opinion is different from yours i beg T^T i left twitter to avoid that, please don't disappoint me tumblr clique :') but i was being serious innit, feel free to add your own opinions onto this :) i'd love to know what everyone else thought!

[irenecatz]

hello I am ✨the government✨, and you are legally required to loredump about your fallout ocs now /j /silly /pos

(I love reading loredumps lol)

YOU WONT CATCH ME THIS TIME GOVERNMENT!!!!

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Ok my lawyer said i have to. :(

You already know Argo but i dont have much for him yet. He likes rubber ducks i bet

I have one tangentially related to fallout, but not really. His name is Vep!

Yea uh. Dont ask. Also insultron ^^ he is veps securitron!! Vep repaired him to the best of abilities (HE DOESNT HAVE A BONER ARM PEOPLE KEPT TELLING ME HE DID DTOP STOP STOP) since Vep is a pacifist, he retired him to like, make fun of people instead of exploding them. I have a lot of troller ocs ngl.. (like 2. that’s not a lot noomy, shut the fuck u) please dont ask me why hes a deer/leopard just go with it

This is my courier 6, aka courier pickle. They’re really fucked up in the head!! And also really gay for robots. I, i mean they, they have a problem. Yeah. Not me

They dont have anything up OR down there!

After getting shot in the head by Bitchass Benny, they ran straight to the strip, tortured him and then dragged him over to the legion to get him crucified where they promptly joined. They had fun times!

Until they found yes man >:P

They betrayed caesar (oh no how could you! Die.) while preparing for the soon to be battle, they stumbled upon the think tanks satellite !

Everything went downhill for our so called hero there :3

(I havent played honest hearts or lonesome road yet and i really dont care for the,.m…. So they are not ap art of the lore. I said so. Joshua graham can lick my metaphysical balls)

whered it go pickle! whered it go! haha! the think tank took it and replaced it with a bunch of mentat tins so now youre addicted sorry. and now they’re going to poke you and prod you and make you run tasks. they have your brain still. Mobius never had it, and you killed him anyway. How could you? How could you? Why did you do it? Why did you do it?

They think radroaches are neat. Cute little buggers!

When they came back to the strip not one recognized them at first, and I wouldn’t blame them. They didn’t even act like themselves!

While yes man continued to bug them about the battle they just kept drowning themselves in chems and alcohol (robotic) prostitutes until they were sore and numb to this cruel world. The wasteland will eat you alive. From the outside and inside. Dust in your lungs sands engrained in the palms of your hands. Nobody is there for you. Nobody.

And then the battle came. They surrendered, wanting to make peace, wanting to exchange their life for whatever they still considered “friends.”

Lanius lied. Lanius took them prisoner and yet, still called for no mercy.

They took the dam. The securitron army was destroyed, the NCR drove out, Yes Man killed, and the Courier was due to be crucified.

But they ran. They ran and ran and ran

(and they ran… I ran so far away…)

They temporarily stayed at Big MT, for one making an attempt to revive yes man using the mark 5 securitrons, but it failed horribly!! And also they ate all the Mentats to the think tank kicked them out.

after a month of paranoid traveling they managed to reach boston! !! !

there they met the sole survivor ( @bl4z33467 ‘s oc!!!) and thyey settled down for no more trouble from the legion ever! definitely. ok i hope you enjoy reading. im not too good at writing stuff like this, give me an argumentative essay and a few weeks any day

^^ video also by Blaze (although the last part was drawn by yours trulyyyy(

[xgummibearx]

Scaredy...Fish?

((Yeah that title is really bad I am sorry.))

Gang Orca x (F) Reader 

Summary: You are watching a horror movie with your lovely boyfriend, the man voted as one of the scariest heroes, whose menacing steely gaze is enough to make anyone turn skittish, or perhaps weak at the knees depending on what you’re into. Anyways, he insisted on letting you pick the movie! Being the gentleman that he is of course but... didn’t have the courage to say that he is terrified of horror movies. 

TW: Gonna describe some fairly nightmarish and graphic scenes from the horror movie, so brace yourself for some body horror, Evil Dead kinda stuff. 

((You know, I have never actually seen that movie...One of my sisters traumatized me with the trailer when I was a kid, and I never watched it lol. I like the grudge personally.))

(--) Insert name

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The lights were low, and there was a fresh pizza on the coffee table. She grinned, pouring glasses of ginger ale. “Alright, you picked the movie last night but I’m not sure what to put on.” (--) screwed the lid back on and dashed to the kitchen. “Would you like to pick another? I enjoyed that movie about the boxer you put on last time!” Kugo stretched on the couch, thankful to have taken off his heavy costume. He stood, grabbing them some paper towels and offering a small kiss on (--)’s cheek. 

“I honestly can’t think of anything either...I did want to watch something though, I think we’ve run out of puzzles...” He added as he thought to himself. (--) puffed her cheeks in thought, then felt her heart skip a little. 

“Well...Midnight did tell me about this one movie...” Kugo rolled his eyes a little, sipping some water. 

“I am not watching Fifty Shades of Grey.” He muttered, “Those movies are so distasteful...” (--) smirked. 

“Oh my gosh no! Goodness no, here...�� She opened her purse. The cover was dark, with a pale faced figure that had bleeding eyes. Her memories flashed back to the office. “Midnight, I love our dates but...I dunno, I wanna shake things up a little.” She sighed. “Kugo has so much pressure from work, and I know the polls in the media bother him more than he lets on...” She cupped her face, leaning on her desk. “I think he’s scared of scaring me...he never tries to surprise kiss me, and he almost walks on eggshells...” Midnight smirked. 

“I can think of  a few things that may spice things up...” She laughed, smacking Midnight on the shoulder. 

“Please...” Midnight waved her hand. 

“Sorry, choice of words I meant nothing like that.” Midnight pulled out a DVD. (--) raised her brows. 

“Woah, vintage!” She shrugged. 

“It’s the only way to watch it, this is a classic! You know...classic like the rom com trope, put on the scary movie, you cling onto him, he sees that he is your safe place and he gets all cozy, protecting his precious little baby boo.” (--) Took the DVD, her face burning. 

“I am mad cause I know that would work...” She mumbled. “I’ll let you know how it goes and...why did you even have that!?” Midnight shrugged. 

“Borrowing it from Hizashi...don’t lose it he’ll kill me, he’s a HUGE horror movie buff.” 

Kugo pretended to be reading the back of the case but sweat was forming along his forehead. “Who on earth would want to watch this?” The box itself seemed to have a dark aura. He looked up at (--) She was smiling putting together the napkins. There was a soft blush to her cheeks, her eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement. She would be so put off if he suggested something lame like Lady in the Tramp or Ponyo...besides, it was her turn to pick. Kugo smiled, forcing a small laugh that he hoped sounded real. “Sure! These things are usually pretty cheesy aren’t they? It could be fun!” (--) grinned from ear to ear. 

“Okay! Let’s pop it in then!” 

The scene had low lighting, but the screen seemed to be a porthole in the dark room. (--) Exhaled, the movie was only a half hour in and she was already starting to get bored. Some blood, some eerie pianos and flashes of a grotesque figure. “I’m surprised Mic likes these...” She thought, tossing some popcorn in her mouth. However, she slowly leaned back into Kugo, smiling. “You’re the best part of this I think...I’ll pick a better movie next time.” She looked up, wondering why Kugo wasn’t saying anything, he almost seemed to be in a trance. 

The heroine on the screen was barefoot, her nightgown swaying as she walked across the hardwood floors. Whispers seemed to mingle with the creaking floorboards, there was a sudden high pitched eerie cry that made Kugo tense up. (--) placed a gentle hand on his thigh, looking up with concern. 

The young woman was suddenly thrown up, and her head was thrown back. Her screams were inhuman, her jaw opening wider and wider until her screams were complimented with the loud cracking of bones. They saw nothing but showers of blood fall to the floor, staining her nightdress and soaking her feet that were desperately kicking the air, her sobs and cries muffled as she choked on her own blood. The rest of her was offscreen. 

Her body was then suddenly dropped, and Kugo shut his eyes, his stomach felt sick. He only saw her for a flash of a second but it was more than enough to see what had been done. He was shaking. “Just...” Kugo slowly covered his eyes, equal parts embarrassed and horrified, “Please just tell me when it’s over...” (--) immediately paused as another woman came across the body and screamed. 

“Kugo...oh honey, are you okay?” She asked softly, resting on her knees as she held him close. Despite the fact that it was beating a mile a minute he could still feel it sink. This was completely humiliating. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that you don’t like horror movies...” Kugo gripped onto her arm, stroking her soft skin with his thumb. 

“I...I guess, I don’t like seeing such senseless violence...especially when it looks so real like that...” He muttered, “they...well...people watch this for entertainment!?” He asked. (--) Stroked his head. “That was horrible...” (--)’s stomach twisted with guilt. 

“I’m so sorry, I thought I would be the one that would be scared to be honest...” Kugo looked up and smirked a little.

“What? You mean to tell me that you wanted to cuddle up to your big strong boyfriend so you could scare yourself senseless and feel...” His voice trailed off a little. “Protected...” (--) could feel her face burning. 

“Yes...but more than that...” She grabbed a cushion, hugging it to her chest. “I wanted you to know...that you are my hero, you are someone that makes me feel safe, and I love you for who you are Kugo.” She looked up at him with a dejected sigh, smiling as she held his face. “No matter what the magazines or stupid polls say...” Kugo felt her heart skip a beat. 

“I...” He took a hold of her hands. “I admit...the fact that I am so intimidating to so many...” He gazed into her eyes. “Has made me worried that it would rub off on you...” Kugo took a deep breath. “I should trust you more than that, forgive me...” (--) smiled, kissing his cheek. 

“Only if you forgive me for putting on that awful movie, it was so cheesy...” Kugo puffed his cheeks, wrapping his arms around her waist as she was pulled into her lap. 

“cheesy...cheesy my foot, I still don’t understand how you looked so unbothered and bored!” Kugo mumbled. “I hope you know that I am now going to be staying over.” He stood, still holding onto her. “And I think we shall go enjoy a nice bath and you can make it up to me by letting me hold you all night...” (--) sighed dramatically. 

“Oh what agony...” She giggled. 

[trash-monkey]

Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 12

"Dragen, can you tell us who did this to you? We know bad man have hurt you and made you do things you didn't want to do, so please tell us so we can go to the police." Emma asked me softly after my babbling about dragons and gestures to my tattoo on my back, I pout at her as I don't want to say anything but they already theorized about what happened.

"I know you don't want to say anything but won't you like to see your family again and put the bad guys in jail?" Takemitchy asked the question this time but before I could stop it tears run down my cheek at the mention if my Papa and Uncles.

"Aw, I didn't mean to make you cry." With his golden soft heart Takemitchy coos at me while handling the IV bag over to Emma and gently removes me from Draken's arms as he had frozen at the sight of tears rolling down my face not knowing what to do with a crying child on his lap so Takemitchy takes over, holding me against his chest and rubbing my back softly.

"Shhh, it's ok and you'll get to see you family again someday" Takemitchy let's me cry myself out as he uses the tissue Draken handed him to wipe my face of tears and snot, he also run his finger through my hair which helps me calm down a lot.

"There's no reason to tell the Po Po." I finally said once my crying fit is done which I'm now cuddling up again Takemitchy's chest as I like the feeling he's giving me, that of a mother dispite I already know he can be a mother hen but it's a different story when actually feeling it.

"Why is that?" Emma questioned as she leans closer to us making me give a sigh before hiding my face against Takemitchy's chest and mumbling my answer, Takemitchy leans his head down close to me to hear.

"My Papa is a bad man but I love him because he loves me and once he finds who had taken me away from him, they won't last long." Takemitchy freezes when hearing my words.

"Takemitchy, what did he say?" Draken asked when seeing him freeze.

"Uhm, he...he said that his dad is also a bad man..." Takemitchy trails off making the other two freeze.

"What do you mean that your Papa is a bad man?" Draken asked me softly wanting to know more and understand.

"Papa only had me for a bit before I was taken which one of the cleaning ladies was bad so I told on her to Uncle Mikey...." I trail off when realizing who's name I just said which also caused everyone in the room to freeze again at the name almost like it's taboo.

"You...you said Uncle Mikey but is he him?" Draken jumps out of his seat once the shock is over and went to grab something which I see is a picture of Toman, Draken points to Mikey in the photo to make sure I'm talk about the same person they're thinking.

"Uncle Mikey! You know Uncle Mikey! How! He looks so much happier there although he doesn't have his short white hair!" I smiled at the picture as I take it into my hands, it's the one with Takemitchy in it.

"Oh! You two are in it too!" I pointed Takemitchy and Draken out in the picture.

"Dragen..." Draken sighs as he gently retake the picture from me.

"Dragen, Mikey is a very important person to us.......and we miss him but.......he shut us out." Takemitchy trys to explain as he plays with my hair.

"Why he hiding?" I asked although I already know the answer.

"He....he wanted to protect us...from himself...he thought of himself as the big bad wolf." Takemitchy explains again like a fairytale.

"But he was nice to me although he looks a little scary." Takemitchy squeezes me a bit as Draken gives me a small smile at the comment.

"That's good" Draken said under his breath which I didn't catch although we're sitting close together.

"So your Papa....." Emma trails off not knowing how to word it as she doesn't know if my Papa works for him or Mikey work for my Papa.

"Uncle Mikey is boss" I smiled as Takemitchy unconsciously started to lightly bounce me on his lap which I snuggle deeper into him with a small contented sigh, I give a large yawn as I started to feel tired

"You sleepy?" Takemitchy coos at me as he shifted me in his hold to lay down.

"Yeah" I yawned again as I stretched a little before moving as close as I can to Takemitchy with my eyes drooping.

"You got your tummy all full and wasted a bit of energy talking to us, so I say that you are." Although I'm not use to it and a little uncomfortable with it at first but I'm coming around to liking Takemitchy mothering and cooing, knowing he had big heart and love kids this doesn't come surprising to Draken and Emma when seeing him mothering me. He holds me as tightly as he can without hurting me as my eyes close shut but I'm not that fast asleep not to hear.

"It's so shocking to finally to hear something about Mikey after all these years but I wish it wasn't from a child." Emma sadly whispered to the two still hold up my IV drip and bag as I can feel Takemitchy's hand gently rubbing my back.

"Yeah but if he says is right as his father then Mikey is......." Emma trails off not wanting to say or believe about Mikey being on the wrong side of the law.

"I'm just glad he's doing alright." Draken sighs which is the last things I hear before falling asleep fully.

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[clever-fox-studios]

Fatass art dump time continues of all the neat things I made while in the SAMS server. I'm not active now, as I've stated before (somewhere) but it does have a special place in my crusty dusty heart for getting me out of a massive art block phase I was in; I did so much art while in that group, it was unreal. If you knew me irl, I'd maybe draw one picture every two or three months, it felt like, so the sheer volume of nonsense I generated, the styles I developed and designs I fell in love with will always be because of that goofy server

First off, memes! Starting with my favorite that still makes me wheeze

I only grabbed a handful of my favorites, as mobile only let's me upload 10 pics at a time

I have no idea why I drew this thing, but Bio!Hazard Killcode ended up being a favorite "why tf not" design I did even though I will probably never draw him again because details

Lucky Blocks was one of the first vids I watched of the show so I commemorated it by drawing Sun's non-canon son, the proto-star

And then later decided we needed more Eclipse Rizz and drew Eclipse and Solar (mechanic Eclipse) in corset vests because I had a problem and needed to make it everyone else's. you can probably tell I was really getting into my DCA art style given how much I could draw it across the board with all the characters (though I never drew KC in my Legacy style now that I think about it--)

Anyway... moving on to probably my favorite thing to come out of that art stampede:

CRUNCHY ART

I get really into monochrome + crosshatching cuz my style works incredibly well with bold lines and grayscale for some unholy reason

Really love the yandere vibes this still gives off; Eclipse, you petty bitch /pos

Pretty sure we all know when this dropped, cuz it was within two days of the vid posting

But before then, we got the OG crunchy: the scariest moment in all of SAMS (to me) that literally made me jump. I coined it the "Junji Ito" art style because it was the vibes I was going for

It worked out exceptionally well for poor KC as well, that time he was modified by The Creator while he was just vibing in Moon's body, minding his own business

I think that was all of it. Well, except stills from that (unfinished) animatic but that's on Youtube now so I probably don't need to post those on their own... maybe??

[shootingstarrfish]

Omg hiii I looove oversharing about my blorbos 😋

Anyway Simeon is my favorite guy ever and has been since the beginning I'm completely obsessed with him bc he's literally perfect tell my WHY on gods green earth he's always getting swept under the rug. Why does this man never get any attention and when he does why is he mischaracterized. He's got it all. He's tall and handsome in kind of an ethereal effeminate way, he's sweet and kind but not a pushover, he's one of the most tragic characters in the game, he's the perfect muse for a religious trauma arc, a corruption arc, a "the calm collected one who's always having a good time finally snaps and goes apeshit" arc, I mean come on. Come on. Every time I remember that his main sin is wrath despite him being SO chill and gentle on the outside I want to giggle a little bit. My beautiful princess with identity issues and slutty waist I'm so sorry everyone ignores you

Solomon though. I don't remember how I felt about him at first (other than lots of gender envy) but he wasn't a favorite until I came back to the fandom after being absent for ages. Like damn this man is everything. He's so complicated /pos that I cant even articulate why I love him so much but he's so well written (maybe one of the only ones who are written halfway decently) and SO tragic. The way he's so desperately in love with the mc and is forced to watch them go for literally anyone else but would still do anything for them and ask for nothing but a little bit of loyalty in return is scrumptious. Also the way immortality just kinda fucks you up after a while when you're only human. I've been very tempted to put him in a poly ship with my mc and Simeon bc he deserves it but for now he just has to watch from afar as the man he loves endlessly makes out with his best friend that he also kinda sorta has a little crush on bc making the gays suffer brings me copious amounts of joy. He's also the "always totally calm and collected no matter what but actually has really strong feelings that he works to keep in check" type like Simeon and I love that for him. One of the fics I'm reading has him once become so panicked over the MC's wellbeing that he completely loses his composure. Yelling, trembling, the whole nine yards and it was fucking glorious, I love seeing characters like him break.

Also I have to talk a little about Lucifer. He's not generally a favorite but I just think it's funny how I went from hating his guts bc I thought he was an asshole to to liking him a lot bc I have a weak spot for big brother characters. He loves his family so so so much and just has trouble showing it properly!! He's still an asshole and an uptight prick but I like that about him now. My mc had the same development with him as I did, he went from "I hate this motherfucker I wanna kill him also he kinda scares me" to "this is my big brother we are holding hands :)" in the span of like a year and a half and it's really funny. Lucifer thought he was finally getting a sensible housemate and friend but ended up getting another insufferable, headache indicung little brother figure instead. Also I kinda have a non canon ship between him and my MC's father bc the idea is SO funny but also a little cute bc they compliment each other real well. My mc would become homophobic so fast if he found out and thinking about it is incredibly entertaining

thank u for oversharing teehee <333

the side characters are sooo fun and interesting i wish so badly that theyd get to be ever so slightly less on the side :,D

the dynamic between your mc and simeon and solomon PAIN UGH i love it.. <333 my heart hurts for solo but the yearning.... MMM

and absolutely felt about lucifer, i wish i could hate him and leave it at that but he makes it so hard. i have such a complicated relationship with this man but i cant bring myself to genuinely hate him hahaha

[lume-nosity]

undeniable love

xiao x gn!reader

style: fluff & angst if you squint

song inspo: lavender by penelope scott & over the moon by penelope scott

an: can’t you guys tell i love xiao? and lavender is the angst half, while over the moon is the fluffy half. cool right? i love penelope scott’s songs <33!!! this was originally going to be total angst but i felt a little guilty and made it have a good ending. also, YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY FOR MY MELLOW HEARTS POST /POS THANK YOU SO MUCH ALL FOR 1K+ NOTES HOLY SHIT I’M SO GLAD YOU GUYS LIKE IT 💗💗

notes: not proofread, xiao could be ooc because i made him fluffy like a cloud, probably many grammar mistakes or some shit because i’ve written this at 12 am and kept it in my drafts for days

Another night of Xiao cleaning up a hilichurl camp, his pace quickened in order to end the ordeal as quickly as possible. But so did Xiao’s heart, odd.

Why must his heart beat at an instantaneous pace? Was it from combat? No. He’s grown accustomed to battling throughout his years especially with fighting mere hilichurls. This occurrence is common, so why must he feel this way now?

After he finishes off the last hilichurl, he sighs and puts away his spear. Wiping the blood off of his face, he still feels his heart thumping at a steady but agile pace.

He clutches his chest with his right hand. He wishes for the feeling to stop because it’s starting to get on his nerves. He knows it wasn’t from the fight or exhaustion. So why? What’s the meaning of this warm, and adrenaline-like feeling? Was his karma debt finally consuming him whole?…No.

He’s still alive, and breathing. His heart’s pace has not faltered despite it all. Xiao’s patience is running thin. He wants answers, but nothing comes to mind.

He groaned and ripped his hand off of his chest. He glances at his right hand and opens up his palm. Observing it with his precise eyesight. “What is this feeling… It’s nothing like my karmic debt, but why does it hurt? But not in a way that it affects me. While it’s a warm, and serene feeling, it contradicts how this painful strain in my chest feels.”

Xiao’s head shoots up. His eyes slightly widened as he may have come to a conclusion. His breath hitched and he covered his mouth in embarrassment. A light pink tint appeared on his cheeks. His heart beated faster than before. “This.. I.. refuse to believe such inglorious things.” He released his hand from his face, “I must calm myself.”

In an attempt to calm himself down, he teleported to a quiet field. This field in particular is one of his favorite places to relax in, or at least to enjoy the solitude it provided. But if he could get unluckier, he noticed you minding your business to pick up some flowers from afar. If only his keen eyesight lied to him.

Xiao gasped and quickly teleported away from you. You hear a gasp and turn towards the source of the sound. There was nobody there. You were confused, but shrugged and continued to pick some flowers.

Xiao teleported to a random mountain in the outskirts of Liyue. He looked around to make sure he’s truly alone and once he’s confirmed he’s by himself, his eyes glued to the ground. That accidental appearance did not help soothe his beating heart at all. It’d only made it worse.

He could feel his face start to burn and as hard as he tries to shove away the feeling, nothing works. Panting, he attempts to whisper the following words, “I.. I have feelings for them, don’t I…? But how could this be? In all of my years of suffering not once have I felt this way for a mortal before.” He squeezed his eyes shut and crossed his arms. He scoffed, “Tch.” His eyes slowly opened and his gaze softened. “….What if they’ll leave me too?”

Xiao shook his head vigorously, refusing to think you’d do such a thing. You and him have spent numerous times together doing various activities. Spending time during lantern rite, eating almond tofu together, and even playing in the snow at Dragonspine with him. So the thought isn’t valid at the slightest. But deep inside, he doesn’t want to hurt you. He didn’t want to hurt you with his karmic debt, because he knows how mortals like yourself are fragile.

He choked on his breath and his teeth gritted. Xiao looked up at the sky, now conflicted with his feelings and ideals, but was interrupted by hearing footsteps coming his way. He quickly summoned his spear and got in a battle position, ready to strike at whatever’s coming his way.

“Xiao, don’t worry. It’s me.” That voice. That euphoric voice. The same voice that talked with him for hours, the same voice that put him to sleep one night, the same voice that’s yours. Xiao’s entire figure turned into melting butter. Putting his spear away, he lets out a swift apology.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I wasn’t aware that it was you who'd arrived here. But..” His eyes trailed towards the flowers in your hands and then up at your own. “What brings you here?” He completely ignores the pounding of his heart.

You’ve been staring into the Adeptus’ amber eyes for a short while, and because of that you jumped a little when you heard him ask you a question. “Oh! I’ve come to give you some flowers I’ve picked up at a field. Here!”

Your hands moved closer to Xiao, trying to give him the flowers you’ve graciously picked just for him. And while Xiao’s heart practically malfunctioned at the simple kind action and was internally freaking out over how close you two are, he still managed to keep a stoic face on.

“Th..Thank you.” He takes the flowers off of your hands.

Well, he ‘tried’ to keep a stoic face on. He couldn’t be serious about this, especially if it’s about you. He almost slapped his face over how he sounded. But you smiled at how cute Xiao looks. You could see how pink his face is, so you mentally pat yourself on the back for that. “Of course, also the flowers weren’t the only reason why I’m here.”

Xiao’s eyes widened as if he’d seen a ghost that actually scared him but he’s preparing himself for what you had to say. His ears are wide open.

“I have come to terms with this recently, so..” You took a deep breath, your heart beating a little faster from the nervousness, “I like you, Xiao. I do.” Now, when you were honest with how you felt so quickly, at an occasion like this, it almost made Xiao’s knees buckle.

Though, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him after hearing those words from you. He was glad he was wrong about you leaving him. Because he, too, feels the same way for you. So his now beating heart has reverted back to a calm pace.

But what he didn’t expect is for his body to move on its own and his arms wrap around your figure. The flowers in his hand were discarded from the action. You were caught off guard at the action, the sudden warmth emanating from his body made you feel at ease. You slowly wrap your hands around him and your eyes flutter close. Embracing the shared warmth.

The Adeptus was internally yelling at himself for doing such an action. Scolding himself, fighting himself, he wishes he was able to leave but he can’t. He mutters out apologies in a panic and when he was going to let go, you tugged him closer to you. Not intending to let go just yet. Xiao flinched at your action, but he didn't say anything. Though he could feel his entire body burn not just from the embrace, but how his feelings had exploded inside of him.

He closes his eyes, melting into your embrace. His head resting on your shoulder. As the two of you are comfortably feeling each other’s warmth, in a comfortable silence, Xiao whispered his own confession to you.

“I like you too. You’re the only one who made me feel such feelings that I’m unfamiliar with. However..” Xiao tightened his hold on you. “I can rest easy now that you feel the same way for me. As well as not choosing to leave my side all this time. So..”

Xiao’s head moves slightly away from your shoulder to remove a lock of your hair away from your face. For a few seconds of getting lost into each other's eyes, he cups your cheek. “Thank you for staying with me.”

A millisecond after saying that, you clashed your lips onto his. Xiao made a squeak of surprise, his arms raised up at your bold action. But he moves his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His flowers sway with the wind.

Inside his mind, he was aware that you’re not immortal like him so you aren’t able to live for long. He promised himself he will make your years as memorable and safe as they can be. Even if it meant putting himself at risk, that’s fine. Because he loves you and you love him.

He will protect you and care for you for as long as he can. Xiao will make your time with him worth it. Your smile is what drives him to be the best he can be. It’s the source that can quiet his karmic debt. Turns out, he does have a purpose.

You as a whole is his purpose.

And that’s what matters most to him.