#i say that as a white bitch who is naturally blonde

[orchideous-nox]

Every time someone draws Evan white an angel loses its wings

[princessbrunette]

⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … BED CHEM ♡

track seven of the short n’sweet series. pairing: kook!pope x reader. based loosely of the song bed chem by sabrina carpenter. enjoy! ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

you’d heard of love at first sight, but lust at first sight was an experience that hit you like a tonne of bricks in the university library.

the first time you’d had the chance to experience pope heyward in full was when he sat at a booth behind you whilst you were studying. you kind of already knew who he was, and kind of already had always thought he was cute despite knowing very little about him despite the fact he was wealthy and a chemistry major. you’d had the chance to talk to him at a party before, sure — but you didn’t think it was appropriate to bond with a boy with the likes of him whilst you were wearing such a sheer dress. you’d said no more than hi and bye.

“look, dude i’m not sayin’ i’m bad at sex. my girls always cum. all i’m sayin’ is, i feel like i can be better. i don’t know how you do the whole teasing thing. i’m a dude. with dude parts. i get impatient and just wanna go straight to pound town — boom!” his blonde friend rambles, and your ears prick up immediately, tearing your eyes away from your textbook to listen distractedly. it wasn’t your fault— you were ovulating, and plus, popes friend was talking at an alarmingly casual volume. “c’mon bro you take chemistry. don’t you know about the human body n’shit?”

“okay, first of all — what you’re talking about is biology. second of all, i’m trying to study. third of all would you keep your voice down?” you hear him ball something up and toss it in the direction of the blonde and nearly let your giggle slip. you were bored out of your mind and horny, there was no harm in eavesdropping.

“alright alright — but answer me this one thing.” popes pal lowers his voice so naturally you lean back in your booth to listen in. “say i want a girl goin’ crazy. beggin’ for it. what do i gotta do? c’mon pope i know you know.”

“if i give you some pointers will you shut the hell up and let me study?” pope sounds bored, and his nonchalance to the situation makes you flush.

“…yes.”

the darker skinned boy sighs, and you picture him leaning on his elbows, making you work even harder to listen. “okay. put a pillow under her hips. it’s gonna help you hit her gspot a lot easier and she’s gonna be more comfortable which you want. massage her hips when you go down on her and don’t skip out on taking your time down there jj.”

“massage her hips?”

“it opens her up. makes her relax her pelvic floor.”

“alrighty, noted. what else, chief?”

“talk her through it. you know how to do that?”

“damn right i do.” the blonde answers confidently.

“i dread to think what that poor girl has to hear.”

by the end of the conversation, you’re dripping. it’s not your fault — like you said, ovulation can be a real bitch. it gets to the point where you need to get up and walk around before you start humping the study bench, so you decide on strolling over to the water dispenser to refill your bottle that you’d been ravenously sipping down to attempt to quell your growing arousal. you also were feeling curious and wanted to get another look at your crush.

when you walked back with your freshly filled bottle, there he was in all his glory— berating his blonde friend in the hat to simply let him study. god he looked good, expensive. sitting comfortably in the booth in a white jacket, voice smooth and buttery and you couldn’t help but stare, your top set of teeth tugging at your glossy bottom lip. the pair of you lock eyes, but you can’t look away— neither can he. did you look flustered? could he tell you’d been listening? were you clammed up? could he sense the arousal seeping through your panties? you wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow could. he seemed like some sort of sex god.

he was none the wiser, and the rest was history — the boy having secured your phone number before you’d left the library.

after that, the two of you became inseparable. if you weren’t studying together or grabbing food (that he’d refuse to let you pay for) you were on the phone, ranting and raving about the people in your classes or the weird thing your professor said that day. there was chemistry, sure — a bond that you could only see heading towards a relationship. but with all the soft touches, the lingering looks from beneath your lashes, the tension — you were itching to take the next step. you’d desired him carnally from the day you met.

it’s a thursday evening, and pope has an exam the next day. a big one. you’d settled on hanging out via phone call whilst he studied, quickly getting on with your own business instead of getting to be at his side distracting him. it was for the best, and whilst you’d pouted at the promised temporary distance, you knew it was a good idea.

until night falls, and you’re laying on your bed — listening to the scribbling away of his pencil through the line. you sigh, a small smile dusting your face.

“you know, the day we met properly i’d kind of overheard one of your conversations.” he can tell you’re biting back a giggle, and with your joy infectious — he smiles too.

“yeah? did no one ever teach you that it’s rude to eavesdrop?” he teases and you let the giggle free, rolling back over to stare at the ceiling.

“s’not my fault! jj has a loud mouth.” you accuse lightheartedly and he hums in agreement, still scribbling away.

“that he does…” he finishes up what he’s writing before directing his attention back to the conversation. “so what exactly did you overhear?”

you bite your lip, recalling it. “well, it’s not exactly PG…”

his brows perk up in curiosity as his eyes flicker towards your contact image on his screen. “oh? i hope i didnt embarrass myself.”

“no, no not at all… i was intrigued.”

“well don’t leave me hanging.” he truly had no idea.

“you were giving jj…pointers. for the… bedroom.” you relay shyly, suddenly losing all your confidence. simply the memory of that day left your cunt fluttering, already lubricating itself.

“ah. i remember now.” he sounds tense, like he can’t tell how you feel about it. “not exactly an ideal topic for… the library, you know?”

“mhm… anyway, i was pretty impressed.”

you hear him smile, placing his pencil down all together. bingo.

“okay… and what exactly was it that impressed you might i ask?”

you suck in a shaky breath, hoping you don’t come across like some insane gooner all of a sudden. you’d say you’d done a good job at hiding your arousal for him in all the occasions you’d hung out.

“well… all of it. you seem to really know how to make a… make a girl feel good. probably better than i know how to— whatever.” you say the last part quietly, in disbelief that you were being so open. you were thinking with your pussy, you couldn’t help it.

he pauses, and for a split second you feel a wave of embarrassment. but then he speaks.

“at the risk of not sounding very humble, i’d say i have a good success rate.” he sounds so warm, so fond of you — it makes you feel comfortable enough to continue. “in the past—” he adds quickly. “i don’t… talk to any other girls but you now. don’t… don’t wanna…. touch any girl but you now. just to make that clear. you know.”

the tension is so thick and hot that it’s stifling all of a sudden and you’re not even infront of eachother. your mouth moves without your permission.

“how?” you breathe.

“…how?” he repeats, leaning back in his desk chair in his student apartment. it was times like these he was thankful he didn’t have a roommate. it was times like these you were grateful that yours had gone on vacation.

“how would you… touch me?” you’re so quiet that you’re surprised it picks up on the mic.

“uh, well… any way you’d like it. i think it’s important that sexual partners… communicate, and stuff you know? the guy should never be too proud to ask the girl what she likes. so… what do you like?” he licks his lips, staring straight at the wall.

“i… dont really know. i don’t have much experience. not good experience anyway.”

“thats okay—” he coo’s kindly as your voice overlaps once more with—

“i think i like—”

“— oh, no go ahead. what do you like sweetheart?” sweetheart. you squeeze your legs shut at the casual way it rolls off his tongue.

“…i think i’d like you to take the control… be the dominant one i guess. i like feeling…”

“taken care of?” he answers for you and you nod, before realising he can’t see you.

“mhm. yes.”

“well i am pretty confident that i can be that for you. like, one hundred percent confident. can do it just like you want it, pick you up, pull you down, turn you around… all that good stuff. it makes sense.”

you exhale, practically trembling as your legs fall open slightly, unable to stop yourself from trailing a hand down your stomach into your pyjama shorts.

“mhm?”

“yeah. but that stuff comes later, i literally just wanna focus on learning your body first, you know? how to touch you. every pussy is different, not to be crass or anything. i think to answer your question i’d just lay you down and finger you nice n’ slow, figure out the basics. make you feel nice.” he lists it off so… normally. like it’s obvious to him.

you sigh, spreading your juices through your folds and forget to respond for a moment. that is until he says your name and you open your eyes.

“hm?”

“are you touching yourself? to my voice?”

you feel your face get hot, shame creeping up your neck. all you can squeak out is an “i’m sorry.” and he chuckles.

“you have nothing to apologise for. i’m riling you up and it’s not fair but by all means, continue. god i—” he sighs, and you hear him shuffling. what he’s really doing, is reaching down to palm at his erection through his sweatpants— exam long forgotten about. this has all his attention. “—i wanted to be all… respectful i guess. wait until the time was right, but… but i just wanna make you cum. so hard. so many times.” he lets loose a little, reaching down to pull his cock out. it’s then he hears it, that pretty pained whimper whilst you rub yourself— no holding back now.

“i’ve wanted you so bad from the day we first met. but — but wanted to be a good girl. show you i’m more than—”

“i know, and you are. you are. oh my god, screw this exam. i should be there. i’ll tell you what, okay — i’m gonna talk you through this orgasm, but i want you to remember how it feels to cum on your own fingers — ‘cause, well — that’s not gonna be happening anymore. it’s all me now, honey. all me.”

[rrennie]

gojo satoru x reader female !

single part

one shot ! English

warnings: age difference, gojo cheater, sad end(?), violence.

LONESOME QUEEN.

I sighed looking at the ceiling of my room. How long have I been like this? I don't know, but I can't stop doing it either. I know it's wrong, but I can't control it, I love him.

I wish I had never met him, he is a man with his life resolved, why doesn't he let me go? I want to stop suffering, waiting for him when I know he won't reach my arms. He is not mine.

When I was little I was warned about not trusting strangers. Damn the day where I trust that stranger with white hair, the most beautiful I have ever seen in my life. But I was only 19 years old. I hate him, why did he lie to me? I thought he loved me.

I see him every day with her, she is so beautiful, she has big breasts and her face has no blemishes. Her hair is pretty, her natural blonde color doesn't match mine, black as night. It's so silky, I can tell from here. Congratulations, you will be a father. A dream I thought I would have with you.

I yelled at you once because you told me you were separating, but two months later you married her. The only thing I could do was cry, break down in front of you... But you just laughed and told me "You're so pretty when you cry."

I wanted you to love me, I wanted you to be mine, like I was yours. I thought you belonged to me, but in reality you were always hers. The times they fought you came to me, I always welcomed you with open arms thinking that something would change. I thought you would stay with me at dawn.

Every time I close my eyes, the most beautiful memories of us come back, but then I remember that you ran the moment she called. And I know I shouldn't say this, but she knows I'll be there when she kisses you and I know you know it too. Because I left that mark on you.

A message came to my phone.

I left the phone next to me on the couch, sighed and brought my arm to my eyes and threw my head back. Tears slowly came out of my eyes. I'm so tired of this, I hate it so much.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. I went to the door walking reluctantly, so slowly that Satoru had to ring the bell again. Although I know him, he is very impatient.

Upon opening, his bright smile makes my heart pump harder. But I hate it, I don't want to feel this anymore.

─ Love. ─ he said and hugged me. ─ I missed you. ─ His words resonate with me so empty and monotonous. When I put my nose on the collar of his shirt, the smell that emanates is not the same as always. It's a woman's. She knows it, she knows she came to see me.

And I felt terrible. I frowned in pain. Satoru was a bad person, leaving his pregnant wife behind for a college student who was just starting out in the real world.

He, worried that I hadn't hugged him back, placed his arms in mine and pulled me away a little.

─Are you okay, darling?─ I looked at him without responding, did he call her that too? I sighed with my tears starting to fall.

I shook my head before answering. ─Nothing is right, Satoru! Nothing!─ I separated suddenly. ─What don't you see? Aren't you seeing what I'm suffering?!─ I hit him angrily on his chest.

He looked at me dumbfounded. He frowned. ─ I don't understand, what do you mean, n?

My anger grew. He couldn't be that idiotic. ─ I'm tired of being your stupid mistress, that's what happens, damn it. For so long I wanted to be the official. For so long I wanted you to see me the way you see her!─ I could only scream and moan under my tears.

─ Don't just blame me. We both agreed and you knew I had a girlfriend.─ he muttered under his breath. I laughed sarcastically.

─I was 19, you damn bastard! I was just a girl coming out of adolescence and you took me like a fucking bitch and I stupidly fell in love! I believed all the fucking lies you told me because I loved you!─ I felt like my throat was tearing. I collapsed in front of him.

He didn't say anything but crouched down next to me and hugged me.

─ I know, baby. I know and I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I can't give you what you deserve.─ I kept crying. ─ Forgive me, my love.

I stared blankly at nothing, thinking about the drastic decision, but one that I should have made from the beginning, and I looked him straight in the eyes. Without hesitation, I spoke.

─ We must break up.

[waynes-multiverse]

Rehab – Prologue

Series Summary: Thanks to Soldier Boy, the CIA was able to develop Project Bloom under the fierce leadership of Grace Mallory: a final cure to Compound V and a hopeful end to the supe epidemic three years after the explosive incident at Vought. A secret rehab facility in Upstate New York is supposed to help former heroes find their way back to humanity. The catch, though? Soldier Boy has never fucking agreed to any of this shit and is surely not happy about being powerless for the first time in his goddamn long life.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18, language, general angst

Word Count: 778

A/N: Welcome, friends! I’ve missed writing for Soldier Boy, and I’m so happy to have this dirty, ol’ gramps back. Be aware, tho, that some topics are of a darker nature and it doesn’t necessarily have the happy ending y’all are imagining 😉 That being said, enjoy this prologue and lemme know if you wanna be on the series tag list for this story!

Feedback is my fuel 🖤

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Prologue: rehab

“How are his latest test results?”

“Looking good, ma’am. His body is behaving exactly like we wanted it to. The Compound V is gone from his system after the third dose, and he’s recovering as expected. His vitals look very promising.”

“Good, good.” Grace Mallory nods at the young doctor in a white lab coat, a smirk playing across her thin lips as she looks at the unconscious fallen hero through the glass of his cryopod. “Wake him up and move him to the facility Upstate with the others,” she orders.

And so it happened that Soldier Boy was no longer a threat, the once most dangerous bomb on the planet defused, rendered harmless and impotent. These days, the former venomous snake was no more frightening than a toothless blindworm.

Y/N’s head lifts from the backgammon board in front of her and drifts to the commotion streaming in from the hall as the high-security metal entrance doors of the facility fly wide open. Curiously, she rises from her lounge chair, abandoning her winning match against her companion, and stalks closer, leaning against a concrete column. Three CIA agents hold down and wrangle with a furiously screaming man – broad-shouldered, longer sandy-blond hair, and neatly trimmed beard. They push him inside with all the strength they can muster while the guy in agony fights tooth and nail against the restraining arms around him.

“LET ME GO! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL! NO! NO! GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! NOOOO! DON’T YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?! YOU FUCKING BITCH! I’LL FUCKING END YOU FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME!”

Y/N, however, is not so surprised by that circumstance. After all, the guy’s not the first person that has ever tried to fight his way out of supe rehab. It happens all the time. In fact, she might be one of the few that actually came here willingly. Her brow significantly raises, though, as Grace Mallory strolls in behind the four men. Officially retired from the CIA but still in charge of Project Bloom, she only comes along for the special cases, the big fish, and as Y/N squints her eyes and takes a closer look at the newest arrival, her heart completely stops and drops to her slippers on the ivory linoleum.

“Is that–” She stumps, not daring to say the supe’s name aloud.

“Ben, yes,” Mallory nods and smiles, enjoying the struggle a little too much, her eyes practically fixated on the green-eyed man. “Of course, you might know him only as Soldier Boy.”

Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat. So it really is him. The sole reason why she’s here, the greatest superhero that ever lived who was captured and brainwashed by the commies – or so Vought claims. She’s never met him personally before today, but Soldier Boy’s surely been on the news a lot in recent years – the radioactive hero and his killing sprees. Whispered rumors among supes even say he fathered Homelander, which, if true, is just a blatant crime against humanity in and of itself.

“Do me a favor, Y/N? You’re our most experienced patient here – take him under your wing, make sure he adjusts and stays out of trouble,” Mallory says, albeit it’s unmistakably meant as an order. The CIA doesn’t do nicely phrased requests.

“Alright,” Y/N nods resolutely, hoping the former CIA deputy director doesn’t notice the thick swallow that drips down her throat. Her eyes swerve back to the man in question, one of the doctors forcefully ramming a needle into his jugular as the hero screams at the top of his lungs before his bowed legs give in. The violent green eyes lose their fight and close, and he succumbs to the linoleum with a loud thud worthy of his massive stature. “Is that really necessary?”

Y/N always hates when they sedate someone. After all, the clinic is supposed to help people, not necessarily torture them, albeit the CIA often shares a different view than her.

Mallory just scoffs darkly. “It is. Trust me. He’s a handful,” she notes condescendingly and rolls her eyes. “You have your work cut out for you with this moronic bastard. Don’t fall for his charm, and if he becomes dangerous, shoot him in the head. I trust your judgment.”

Y/N’s stomach churns at her words, watching as the former hero’s lifeless body gets dragged down the hallway into a room, the door locking behind him. And while she knows Soldier Boy is no innocent angel, she can’t help the sympathy that permeates her heart.

What do you see when you look at me? Don't cover my scars, let them bleed

Chapter 1: maybe

Mallory’s clearly not a Soldier Boy stan like us 😂 Hope you enjoyed this little intro, peeps! 🖤

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[arc-misadventures]

how would you write a Jaune X Wonder woman story where they are dating pre beacon

Pre-Beacon? I’m going to do a Atlas Arc instead, I’ve got a tantalizing idea for that one~!

Lovers, and Fighters

It was just another day down in the depths of, Mantle for the Huntress trainee. It was one of, Diana’s few days off, and she wanted to spend some time at her favourite café eating some cake. Most, Hunter’s spent their time up in, Atlas enjoying the cafés there. But, Diana found them to lack a certain warmth, and charm to them. So, here she was, on her way to enjoy a slice of cake.

That is if it wasn’t for another one of, Atlas’s typical fuck ups: A Grimm attack.

A Grimm attack was not really, Atlas’s fault. No no no, the Grimm will attack them, it is their nature to do so. But, not fixing the bloody wall to prevent said attacks from happening was entirely, Atlas’s fault.

Oh well, she may not have her weapons, but she could certainly punch a simple Sabyr into oblivion. At least she thought she would have if some bumbling buffoon didn’t shove her away, and steal her kill!

: Don’t worry! I’ve got you!

Diana: The hell?!

She was abruptly shoved to the side as some guy in white armour came through, and slashed the Grimm into pieces. Making quick work out of the rampaging, Sabyr’s. He looked around for a moment searching for anymore hostiles, before he sheathed his sword, and offered, Diana a hand up.

: Sorry about that; I hope I didn’t hurt you pushing you aside like that.

The blond offered her his hand that she quickly batted it away as she stood up by herself with a scowl across her face.

Diana: I could have handled it myself! I’m a Huntress in training. I don’t need some literal white knight to come, and save me!

: Oh, sorry. You were just standing there, I thought you were in shock that you were being charged by some, Grimm.

Diana: Well, I may not have my weapons, but I could easily punch a Grimm into dust, just like I was about to!

: Really? You didn’t adopt a fighting stance, were you really going to punch it? Again, you were just standing there.

Diana: Well maybe I would have if someone didn’t interrupt me!

: Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to mess things up for you. You look like you were in trouble, so I stepped in to help. That’s it.

Diana: Pff… Yeah right… Who even are you that makes you think you can go galavanting around waving your sword like that?

: I’m a Huntsman, see?

Diana: Jaune Arc… Registered by, Atlas Academy… Eighteen?! No way in hell are you a Huntsman!

Jaune: I am, my ID says so.

Diana: By, Hera there is no way you’re a real, Huntsman!

Jaune: W-Was that you cursing?

Diana: I’m eighteen years old; how the hell did you become a licensed Huntsman, while I’m still a bloody student?!

Jaune: Been around the world, fought some nasty, Grimm. That’s pretty much it.

Diana: Bullshit you’re not a Huntsman!

Jaune: I am, I literally just showed you the proof.

Diana: I seriously doubt some kid like you is a Huntsman.

Jaune: And, I can’t imagine a brat like you is a Huntress. Oh wait, excuse me I spoke wrong; A huntress-in-training!

Diana: You better watch it bud.

Jaune: I am watching it, and I am not impressed with what I’m seeing.

Diana: You’re gonna be impressed when I leave a crater in the wall with your face!

Jaune: Ha! I’ve taken a hit by Titan Class Atlas Mech, and I just shrugged that off. The hell makes you think anything you could do that could actually hurt me?

Diana: You’d be surprised on what I could do to you.

Jaune: Surprise me th…

(Beep, beep!)

Jaune: Hmm… Fraid I have to go. I have official Huntsman work to do. See you around, bitch.

Diana: Oh you’re dead you asshole! You here me! Dead!

~~~

Winter: All right then, Team DBKZ, are you ready?

Barbra: I’ve been ready for this all day!

Kara: I can’t believe we’re going to face off against some real, Hunters! This going to be so cool!

Zatanna: I hope we can put on a good fight, we may be good, but are we really ready for center stage?

Diana: Relax, Z. We’ve got this. Team DBKZ can handle anything, right team?

Kara: Lets bash their heads in!

Barbra: Yeah! Lets get this show on the road!

Zatanna: Okay, lets do this.

Diana: That’s more like it, lets do this!

Winter: Well, Team spirit aside, here are your opponents, or at least most of them?

Ren: Sorry we’re late. It took us longer then expected to finish our mission reports.

Nora: That’s because they’re so boring!

Ren: But, they need to be filled out.

Nora: Still boring.

Winter: Mr. Ren, where is your team leader?

Ren: He should be here in a moment, he had to deal with a, Grimm attack while on his patrol, so he needed to do more paper work.

Winter: Understandable. In the meantime, meet your opponents, Team JNR, may I present to you, Team DBKZ. Would you like to introduce yourselves?

Diana: No problem. Hi there, my name is, Diana Prince, and I lead this team of super gals.

Nora: Are you some sort of, Amazonian?

Diana: Yeah, is that a problem?

Nora: Possibly…

Diana: Okay…?

Barbra: My name is, Barbra Gordon; Pleased to meet you.

Ren: Pleasure to meet you. My, name is Lie Ren, and my friend here is named, Nora Valkyrie.

Nora: Hello~!

Kara: Hi, my name is, Kara Danvers; It’s a pleasure to meet you!

Nora: You look like one of, Fearless Leaders sisters.

Kara: Oh… Thank you?

Zatanna: And, my name is, Zatanna Zatara. Pleased to meet you.

Nora: Are you a magician?

Zatanna: Yes I am. Perhaps you can come to one of my shows later.

Nora: Awesome! Hey, have you ever pulled a bunny out of a hat before?

Zatanna: A few times.

Nora: Have you ever pulled out a rabbit eared faunas before?

Zatanna: N-No…

Nora: Fearless Leader did! It was awesome!

Zatanna: H-He did?

Ren: He did. Although the faunas in question didn’t like it.

Zatanna: Why not?

Ren: I speculate it was because she didn’t like having her ears pulled.

Kara: I’d buy that. They’re really sensitive.

Ren: He didn’t mean to mind you, it just… happened.

Barbra: Yeah, I can see several reasons why she would be upset with him.

Ren: Yeah, but…

Jaune: Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, I had a lot of… Oh, it’s you again…

Diana: Wait, this is the, Hunter team you’re making us fight against?!

Winter: Yes. Is there a problem with that, Miss Prince?

Diana: Yes. It’s got him in it!

Barbra: I’ve take it you two have met before?

Jaune: Regrettably so…

Diana: Shut it!

Jaune: Make me bitch.

Nora: Whoa! Jaune-Jaune just swore! He must hate her.

Zatanna: Seriously? Just like that, you know he hates her?

Nora: Jaune drinks his respect woman juice daily!

Zatanna: …

Kara: Weird one ain’t she…?

Barbra: Yeah…

Jaune: Winter, may I have a one on one bout with this little girl? Someone needs to teach her some manners.

Diana: Pff! Like you could place so much as a scratch on me!

Winter: Hmm… I’ll allow it.

Jaune: Ha! Get ready, Princes, you won’t see what’s coming for ya!

Diana: Oh bring it you arrogant prick!

Barbra: Uhh… Is this really such a good idea, Specialist Schnee?

Winter: The whole point of this duel was meant to be a humbling. More so for your team leader than the rest of you. So it works out in the end. Besides, Mr. Arc is not the kind of person to challenge others to a duel, I am quite interested to see what he will do.

Barbra: Oh… Okay then.

Nora: Go! Go! Go! Jaune! Show ‘em who’s boss! Show ‘em who’s boss! Break her legs! Break her legs! JNPR PRIDE! YEAHHHH!!!

Kara: Uhh… Where the hell did she get the pompoms, and the cheerleader outfit?

Zatanna: Wait what?! She wasn’t dressed like that a minute ago?!

Ren: Best not dwell on it; Such a path only leads to madness…

Barbra: Okay…

Winter: Lets begin the fight shall we?

~~~

The duo stepped into the training ground, the pair brandishing their swords, and shields as they sized ip their opponents.

Diana: You ready to taste dirt!

Jaune: I’d ask you for a dance, but I doubt you could keep up with me.

Diana: Oh, I’m one hell of a dancer buddy.

Jaune: Prove it.

Winter: …

Winter: You will fight until either one of you surrenders, your auras are knock into the red, or if I says so. Understood?

JD: Understood.

Winter: Good. The match will begin in, 3… 2… BEGIN!

At the klaxons horn the duo charged one another, blades held high as they collided in a fury of steel. Sparks, flew through the air, as the blades sang as they met. They held each other at an even space as they fought, giving no ground, or showing no weakness to their foes. Or, so those who watched from afar thought.

Jaune gripped the blade in his hands, and with the force of a sledgehammer smashed the pommel of his blade on, Dianna’s shield, denting it on impact. A cry of pain escaped, Diana’s lip, as the dent point of metal dug into her arm making it dig into her arm with every strike against it.

Diana thrust out with her sword, catching, Jaune’s shoulder, causing him to break his attack against her as she charged him, bashing her shield against his using her superior strength to send him flying.

Jaune landed in a roll, using this to quickly bring himself to his knees as he blocked, Diana’s overhead swing with her sword that came crashing down upon him.

Jaune barely batted an eye as he was knocked over. The girl could hit him like a truck, but she hit like he ran into a parked truck, his friends would, could send him flying like a golf ball. This, this was simply child’s play compared to that.

Jaune pushed, Diana off of him, giving him the space he needed to slash wildly at her. At least, that’s what she thought he was doing. But, as a golden wave came crashing into her that sent her flying back, she understood what truly happened.

He had sent a wave of raw aura towards her. He encased his blade in aura, and let it go like a ranged weapon that knocked her off her feet. This was a technique she knew only those would vast aura reserves would dare try because of how draining it was. She knew he only did this to gain some space he wasn’t going to use such a drastic measure against her again.

Or, so she thought…

Arcs of pure aura were sent towards her, causing her to dart back in forth as the path of his attacks tore up the floor before exploding at they reached their zenith. Her sword was sent flying from her hands as she tried to deflect one of these blasts. And, just before another one could hit her, she flung her shield like a discus at it, causing it to explode before it hit her. But, a interesting sight appeared before, Jaune. From the cloud of smoke, darting towards him like a hummingbird came a one, Dianna Prince. And, she was flying.

Jaune: The hell? OPHH!

She flew threw the air, slashing her sword into his chest, sending him flying once more as he landed on the ground in another roll. He brought himself to his feet as he saw, Diana hover in the air before him, preparing looking down on him with a cocky smirk.

Jaune: You can fly?! Gods… Semblances can be such bullshit…

Diana smirked egotistically as she charged him, no doubt expecting an easy win as she swung her sword at, Jaune. However, there was many reasons, Specialist Schnee wanted, Diana Prince to fight, Jaune Arc. Chief among those reasons was that, Jaune Arc was a strategist, who’s plans were so through, and calculating that it even had many of the specialists placed on the back foot. With only his skill stopping him from achieving victory. And, while, Diana Prince was in no means so short sighted, she tended to favour her battle prowess, and go on the offensive, and reacting to her opponent’s strategy then come up with her own. And, today, she would understand why it was a foolish mistake to charge in guns blazing.

If such a lesson didn’t fill her with rage though.

Jaune sheathed his sword, and converted it into its bastard sword form, and swung at, Dianna, who reacted to late as she was sent flying like a baseball.

Diana crashed into the wall hard, bringing herself out of it as she snarled at, Jaune who responded with a cheeky grin as he mockingly bowed to her. Diana let out a cry of rage as she charged at them as their battle raged onward.

~~~

Barbra: Wow… Diana is getting her butt kicked…

Kara: She usually beat most of her opponents by now, this, Jaune fellow is giving her the works.

Nora: YEAH! JNPR pride fearless leader!

Zatanna: JNPR? But, there’s only three of you, where’s your forth member?

Ren: …

Ren: She died.

Zatanna: Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up, and past pain.

Ren: It’s alright. We’ve accepted her death, and we have moved on from it. Although, I think your friend has unearthed some hidden trauma that affecting, Jaune.

Zatanna: Hidden trauma; What are you talking about?

Ren: I don’t know, and that’s what worries me.

~~~

Diana had come to a conclusion: Jaune Arc was a complete asshole.

Every time she thought she had an effective strategy to defeat him, he came up with a simple, yet effective countermeasure to defeat her in turn! But, as she pulled out the golden rope on her hip, she came up with an effective way to defeat him.

Jaune watched her carefully as she started spinning a holden lasso in her hands. She hovered in the air for a moment looking down at him with another cocky smirk plastered across her face. Jaune knew what she was planning on doing, anyone with a pair of functioning eyes could see what she was planning on doing. The question remained, could he stop her from carrying out her little plan.

Diana moved like a hawk as she spun her lasso around, catching, Crocea Mors in its bands before, Jaune had enough time to react. Jaune struggled to hold on yo his sword, but he couldn’t maintain a proper grip as it was soon wretched free from his hands and sent flying, embedding itself into the wall.

Before, Jaune could react the lasso was wrapped around his arms, tightly holding him in place giving, Jaune only one moment to contemplate on this rather precarious predicament.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Aww shit…

And, just like that, Dianna threw him in the air, spinning him around faster, and faster before flinging him into the wall causing a massive crater to be formed in the wall.

Diana looked to the aura meter on the wall to see, Jaune’s aura fall from a yellow to a green.

Wait, that wasn’t right.

Diana looked towards, Jaune to see a golden light envelop his body as his aura went back to being full at 100%.

Jaune: Ughh… I feel like I’m gonna throw up… The spinning, that… Uuhhhhh… That! That was worse then being smashed into a wall…

Diana soon landed before, Jaune as he slowly rose to his feet, as she held out her hands in bewilderment.

Diana: The hell was that! Did you just recharge uou aura?!

Jaune: Yep. It’s a part of my semblance.

Diana: What kind of a bullshit semblance is that?!

Jaune: Oh, my semblance is bullshit? Oh, that rich coming from you! You seemingly have super strength, you’re super durable, and you can fucking fly! And, my semblance i the OP one?!

Diana: You can take an absolute beating, and you won’t go down! How is that fair!

Jaune: 1: A fair fight is one where your skills are fairly above that of your opponents. 2: I’m not invincible, I can be defeated, but not by how you’ve been doing it. And, 3: Right.

Diana: Right? Right of…?!

As soon as, Diana’s head turned to look to her right, she felt a fist connect with her head that sent her sprawling across the floor. She rose to her hands, and knees to look at, Jaune as he adopted a boxers stance, as a fierce, and determined look flashed across his eyes as it was followed by a sarcastic grin as he look down on her.

Jaune: My right, bitch.

Diana spat on the ground as she rose, and adopted her own fighting stance as she stared, Jaune down.

Diana: Didn’t you mother teach you it’s not polite to hit a lady?

Jaune: She did, she gave very different instructions when dealing with a bitch however.

Diana: Oh you are so…!

Winter: Enough! That’s enough you two. The winner is, Jaune Arc.

Diana: What! But, we’re still capable of fighting! Why are you calling the match?!

Winter: Simple.

A white glyph appeared besides, Diana, and before she could ask why it was there, she was sent flying into the wall, and the klaxon sounded signalling that, Diana’s aura was now in the red, and the duel was over.

Winter: As you can see, you were one more hit from losing. If, Mr. Arc had punched you harder he would have defeated then, and there.

Diana: What! I would have beet him if it wasn’t for his stupid semblance!

Winter: No you wouldn’t have.

Diana: What?!

Winter: While, Mr. Arc’s taunting seemed to come a place of genuine hatred. They were calculated; intended to upset you, and throw you off, to act recklessly as you fought him, and as you can it was quite effective.

Diana: Grrr! This isn’t over you bastard!

Jaune: Did it ever even begin?

Diana: Asshole.

Jaune: Twat.

Winter: Enough! Ms. Zatara, would you kindly retrive their equipment?

Zatanna: Of course! Nurter rieht reag otun meht!

And, in a flash, Jaune, and Diana’s weapons reappeared on their bodies causing, Jaune to pull out his weapons, and inspect their condition before looking to Zatanna, then to, Diana.

Jaune: Again, my semblance is bullshit?

Diana: Bite me!

Nora: OOH~! You can use actual magic! That’s amazing! Can you use it on me?

Zatanna: Depends on what you want me to do with it, but yes I can.

Nora: Can you make me thic?

Zatanna: You… What?

Nora: THIC~!

Zatanna: N-No… I can’t do stuff like that…

Nora: Darn. Oh well, Getting knocked up by, Jaune is still a better plan anyway. Thanks anyway.

Zatanna: Wait, what?!

Winter: Ignoring Ms. Valkyrie’s… comments… Do you understand why you lost, Ms. Prince?

Diana: N-No…

Winter: I see. Do you know why, Ms. Prince lost, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Yes.

Winter: Care to explain how she lost then?

Jaune: No. Princess needs to figure that out, herself. Or, else she’ll never learn anything.

Winter: Hmm… I agree. Ms. Prince, your assignment for today is understand why you lost, and while you will continue to do ao, if you do not fix this problem you have.

Diana: Problem? I have no problems!

Winter: I beg to differ. Well then, since the arena has been partially destroyed by you two, the training match is over. You have the rest of the day off. Till later.

Jaune: I’ll hit the showers, I catch you guys up later.

Diana: Good, You stink.

Jaune: Oh we’re commenting about each other’s body odours now? Okay, but first can you be upwind of me?

Diana: You wouldn’t know the smell of roses, even if it nipped you in the butt!

Jaune: That depends; Are you the roses, or the fertilizer they use for the roses?

Diana: Oh go fuck yourself!

Jaune: How original: Bitch.

Diana: Asshole.

The remainder of Team JNPR, and Team DBKZ stood together as they watched their team leaders walk away, shouting the occasional insult as they walked away.

NRKBZ: …

Kara: They’re going to hate fuck each other so hard it’s going to break the bed.

Barbra: I give them a week before they do that.

Nora: Make it a month; Jaune-Jaune can be pretty dense when it comes to woman.

Zatanna: Noted.

Ren: You’re gonna try, and make them a couple now, aren’t you.

NBKZ: Of course.

Ren: Well then, good luck, Jaune…

Kara: But, what was that bit about you wanting, Jaune’s kids?!

Nora: Yes.

///

I would have finished this sooner if it saved properly!

Do enjoy.

[rwac96]

Is their anyone who can match Pyrrha's thirst for Jaune?

"T-Thirst?!" The Mistral Champion sputtered, her cheeks gaining a pink tinge. "I-I am not thirsty--!!" Pyrrha denied, folding her arms over her bust, but found herself interrupted.

"You're thirsty for him, P-Money," Yang teased her with a cheeky grin, which made the redhead's cheeks turn red as her hair.

As Pyrrha huffed, listening to the snickering of Ruby and Nora, Blake simply smiled at the exchange, and Ren exhales while enjoying his tea. Weiss rolled her ice-blue eyes, still uncertain of what the famed Champion sees in Jaune, who was in her opinion loveable, but a goofball. As Pyrrha was about to get into an argument with Yang, a loud 'manly' shout was heard; which was obviously from the redhead's object of affection. They turn to see Jaune Arc, who was being fondled by a black-haired girl in dark colors, who strangely resembled Weiss.

"Oh, no," the Schnee Heiress groaned in dread, "not her. Please, not her!"

"C'mon, Darling," Bleiss Gele says to the flustered swordsman, his cheeks crimson as she had her hands on his crotch and abdomen. "I thought you like getting hugs~?"

"There's a difference between hugs," Jaune clarifies to the Atlesian Blacksheep, "and fondling people in public, Bleiss!!"

As the crass, vulgar dark mirror of Weiss continued to harass the young blonde; Weiss and Pyrrha glared at the scene taking place. For Weiss, it was unpleasant to be related to the girl who resembled her, if she was a profanity-ridden, lustful banshee. Even though she was given away by their father to keep up the facade of him being a natural Schnee instead of marrying into the family, Bleiss' attitude made it difficult to relate to her. Plus, her sexually harassing Jaune was something utterly degenerate in her eyes. For Pyrrha, it was rage-inducing to meet an unpleasant version of Weiss. Sure, the white-haired Glyph Maker was difficult to get along with in the beginning, but she eventually grew on her in time. Bleiss, however, was everything opposite of Weiss and yet more unbearable. Plus, seeing her getting too close to Jaune made her blood boil.

"Oh, great," Yang said with a groan, "it's M-Rated Weiss." She exhaled, placing her cheek against her right hand. "Just, great," she said sarcastically.

"To think she makes Weiss, in the beginning, look like a saint," Blake said, which earned her an annoyed sneer from her teammate. "I'm just stating the truth," the Cat Faunus replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Yeesh," Nora grimaced as she watched Jaune back away from the approaching Bleiss, "talk about a greater thirst, huh Pyr-Pyr?" Nora turns to her teammate, who was cracking her knuckles.

"Her again," Pyrrha said as she rises from her seat, walking up to Bleiss and getting in between her and her leader/teammate/crush. "That's enough, Bleiss!"

"Hey," the Schnee Blacksheep scowls, "fuck off, Cereal Bitch! I was talking with Darling first~." She flutters her eyelashes toward Jaune, who gulped in response.

"You mean harassing him," she replied, wrapping her arm around Jaune's. "Bleiss, you do remember Goodwitch's warning, right?"

"When it comes to my fuckable himbo," the black-haired twin replies, huffing. "I don't give a fuck what Goodbitch says!"

"Bleiss, I swear," Pyrrha grits her teeth, "if you as so much attempt anything untoward--!"

"Rich," Bleiss snickered, "coming from a bitch thirsty as me, Cereal Bitch. At least I'm honest," she smiles smugly, which made the Champion's anger rise.

'I swear to the Brothers,' Pyrrha thought, gritting her teeth. 'I am going to punch this harlot's teeth in!'

"Yeesh," another feminine voice spoke up, this time it was mature but it wasn't one of the professors. "girls, give a guy some breathing room."

Bleiss, Pyrrha, and Jaune turn to a tall, voluptuous woman with long brunette hair flowing behind her approaching the trio. She wore a black, tight-hugging dress that clung to her hourglass figure. She stared at the situation with concerned chocolate eyes, though her gaze mainly focused on the hoodie-wearing knight. As she moved toward Jaune, pushing Pyrrha aside; they noticed that her ample bust was bigger than Yang's, and her wide hips made Blake's look slim. She pulls the swordsman into a hug, specifically placing his cheek against her bust; the top of her dress has a small cross between her breasts, holding them together like straps. She pats the other side of the blonde's face while pushing it against her chest, which made him blush greatly.

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves," the brunette scolds the two girls, "it's unbecoming of a Champion of Mistral, and certainly unbecoming of a Schnee, regardless if she's disowned."

"Excuse me," Pyrrha spoke up as if her rage was given another boost. "Unbecoming?!"

"The fuck you say, bitch?!" Bleiss grabs hold of Bitchbreaker's handle, preparing to unsheathe it, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Kendra Otani," she answers the Schnee Blacksheep, turning away from the two girls; beginning to take Jaune in tow. "a friend of his sister's, and someone who needs to keep him away from hormonal lil' hooligans." She caresses his cheek, "Isn't that right, baby~?"

"I...Uh," Jaune stammers, his entire face red and his brain becoming fried. "Uh, sure thing."

Team RWBY, the remaining Team JNPR, and Bleiss Gele watched with widened eyes. Blinking for a few seconds, before the black-haired diva opened her mouth.

"THAT CUNT!!" Bleiss shouts at the top of her lungs, "How dare she snatch Darling away from me?!"

"I don't know who that is," Pyrrha said, as she caresses Auko gently, "but I would like to have a 'talk' with her."

(Kendra Otani created by @rwbysmut4life)

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲 - 𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴᴄᴀʀᴄᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʙᴀᴅɪꜱᴏɴ, ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾••☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

I was sitting with Carol at the table, playing cards with her and her girls, as we watched the cookies, making sure they didn't do anything smart.

"Rec time!" Hellman called out.

"Creech, Brock, Badison, and Tang go." Carol announced, never looking up from her cards. The girl nodded, getting up, but Badison stood her ground with a look of disbelief from the table.

"Hey! What about Ms. Sunshine Sugar Britches over here?" She pointed it out, giving me a hard look. Badison always hated me when I first joined Carol's gang since I got a lot of attention from Carol.

Me and her started dating not long ago, but obviously in secret since she one didn't want to seem weak and two didn't want Barbra to find out and try to plan a hit on me. It was sweet to know she cared.

But I knew I could take care of myself, despite my calm nature.

"Are you fucking questioning me?" Carol sneered up at the plump blonde.

"No but-"

"Exactly what she does is none of your business, so get your pasty white ass into that rec room," Carol said with a pointed glare, and Badsion nodded, scurrying away, but not before giving me another glare.

I rolled my eyes and placed my cards down.

"Hey, Care; maybe I should go. I mean, maybe I could find a way to get Luschek to update the dance class better," I informed her.

She raised a brow and gave me a slight side eye. She knew about my little dance career before I was incarcerated, and she also knew I wanted to join the dance class.

"They're not going to change the rules, doll. This place is a shithole. We don't deserve stuff like that," she said.

"Hey, if Chapman can bring back kickball, who's to say I can't change the dance class and make it more fun for the inmates here?" I replied.

She let out a deep sigh and placed her cards down.

"You're too pure for this place," she mumbled, and I rubbed the back of my neck, hiding my small smile.

"Fine, but if you see any Dick Block bitches,"

"Run back here as fast as I can. I know, thanks, Care," I said, squeezing her hand in acknowledgement before getting up and walking towards Rec, missing the small smile on her face while I walked out of the gates.

I walked through the halls, hearing the sounds of chatter and small music coming from the rec room. When I got in, I saw C and D blocks following the lead of Luschek's dances.

I feel bad for him because he's so kind, despite being a CO, and he tried his best to make good dances for both blocks, but they just ridicule him all the time.

I stepped in and caught the eye of Creech. She smirked and tapped Badison on the shoulder, pointing her in my direction. When Badison saw me, she smirked and walked up to me, her girls following after her.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here, Ms. Sunshine," she said loudly, catching everyone else's attention in the room. She always had to have a loud mouth.

"Hi Badison," I said calmly.

"Funny seeing you here; I thought you would be clinging to Carol like a rotten leech," she snickered out.

"Your the same exact way," I snapped back, and she gave me a glare, stepping closer towards me, but I held my ground firmly.

"What did you say?"

"You heard what I said? Now I'm not trying to start any trouble; I'm just trying to dance the stress away and not worry about people like you."

"Well, then show us what you got," she challenged, her smirk forming again.

"Fine," I said with the same challenging look. I walked up to the front and reached my hand out.

"May I?" I said, giving him a slightly pleading look, and he let out a deep sigh and gave me the phone. I gave him a thankful look and typed in the song before putting the phone down.

I tied my long hair into a high ponytail and waited for the beat to come.

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾••☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

(ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ)

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾••☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

When I was finished, cheers flooded the whole room, and I smiled, giving a slight bow.

"You have amazing moves, L/N," Luschek said. I laughed and wiped the sweat off my forehead.

"Thanks. I have been dancing since I was four years old, but I didn't really come here to show off. I also came here to ask that since Chapman brought kickball back, I was wondering if maybe we can use real music for the dance classes and if we could maybe come up with a choreography for the kickball championship?."

"Hmm, I'll see what the warden thinks about this, but until then, you can lead the way."

"Thank you!" I said it with excitement, and everyone cheered with me.

"Alright, inmates, rec time is over. See you guys tomorrow." As we all started to leave the room, I heard a voice behind me.

"Not bad, L/N," Badison said, walking beside me. I sighed and rolled my eyes a little, hearing the sarcasm in her voice.

"Thanks, Badison," I said back with a fake smile.

"Nice moves, baby doll." Me and Badison snapped our heads to the sound and saw Carol leaning against the wall with a smirk.

I felt a blush cloud up my cheeks, and I held my hands behind my back, rocking on my feet.

"Oh, thanks, Carol."

I used her real name, knowing how much she hated it when I used her nickname around people.

"Yes, we crushed it!" Badison laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

Me and Carol exchanged annoying glances, and I shrugged her arm off of me and walked away with Carol, hearing Badison make jokes behind us.

"I still wonder why you picked her as your right hand," I whispered to her.

"She's got her moves, Doll, just like you have yours," she said.

"Now that I've seen what I needed to see, let's see how those hips move in the bed," she whispered in my ear. I felt my face heat up as she gave me a wide smirk and walked off to C-block.

"Come on, doll!" She called out, and I raced after her without hesitation.

[soleminisanction]

There are very few ""headcanons"" out there that get a bigger side-eye from me than people who try to make Stephanie Brown into a Black girl.

Firstly because that is not a headcanon. That's just a whole-ass retcon created out of thin air. A headcanon would be saying she's a natural redhead like how Morgan Kohan played her on Batwoman, or that she's mixed-race because of the curly way some artist draw her hair. There's definitely flexibility in race interpretations for comics but looking at the blue-eyed blonde-hair white girl and declaring her "actually Black" is not one of them.

Secondly, because I have seen (and sometimes gotten) a lot of harassment from Steph fans aimed specifically at Tim's actual, canon Black love interests and teammates. I still seethe at the memory of this one CBR interview I read back when YJ2019 was running, where Brian Michael Bendis and David F. Walker were clearly there to talk up Naomi and Teen Lantern, and in the middle of their heart-felt conversation about the importance of representation for young Black girls, the interviewer butted in to interject, "But you know who I want to see more of?? Stephanie!!!" This going on while Steph fans on Twitter were going on racist tirades because the book dared to highlight the history of Teen Lantern, a character who was actually advertised to be a part of the book and a new member of the team, instead of giving them more of their white-blonde fav who had never been affiliated with YJ and was never part of the advertising.

Thirdly, she was created and so often written by Chuck Dixon, a blatant racist, and as a result there are so many little scenes of her that have uncomfortable racial elements to them. Like the one where he created a pair of Black girls just so Stephanie could call them "raging morons" to their faces and then later talk about how stupid and immature they are compared to her. (Which I am still convinced was Dixon directly criticizing the much better teen pregnancy subplot from Icon & Rocket). Or the borderline-blackface white savior ""demon"" where she wears a dead gnu and maybe accidentally calls herself a bitch in Swahili. (Disclaimer: I do not speak Swahili, and thus do not know how a sentence structure that should read "I am thorn" turns into "I'm a bitch" or "I'm crazy," but I checked that translation with three different robo-translators and got the same results so, shrug.)

And finally -- god, Steph is just, such a walking avatar of white women's privilege. Her entire thing is demanding that she get her way, never letting anyone tell her no, and still being treated by the narrative as a pure-hearted ""beacon of hope"" that everybody needs to protect and nurture at all times.

The inciting incident of War Games can be boiled down to, "A white girl got told no, and made it everybody else's problem." The first attempted Black member of the Batfamly fucking died during that event and got almost entirely forgotten because people only went to bat for the white girl who caused the whole mess and the white woman who got character assassinated to kill her off.

If Stephanie were Black, she wouldn't exist anymore. Fuck, if she were a brunette or just as butch as Carrie Kelly, she probably wouldn't exist anymore. She certainly wouldn't be Batgirl, I can't imagine Dan Didio replacing Cass with another woman of color.

And it's not even just her? Her father is also a very white character. It is incredibly easy to summarize Arthur Brown as a mediocre white man lashing out at the world for not handing him the success he felt entitled to. Take that petulant entitlement away from him and you lose his entire character.

I'm ranting about it on my own blog instead of picking a fight because everybody's entitled to their own fandom experience and blah blah, but this is just. Yeah. Ugh.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Question? Does armand and Louis like lestats mom?

Errr.... Louis is fascinated by her, when he meets her in The Vampire Lestat.

And Louis had been so taken with her, sitting back in the shadows as he watched her, reticent, musing as he'd always been.

I... am actually unsure if he ever says something about her though. (Anyone remember something else?)

Armand on the other hand.... Well. Let's just say he thinks she's a cold bitch. Or, in his, slightly longer description of her:

Gabrielle. She's around now. She was around on The Night Island. Everyone hates her. She is Lestat's Mother, and abandons him for centuries, and somehow doesn't manage to heed Lestat's periodic and inevitable frantic cries for help, which though she could not receive them, being his fledgling, could certainly learn of them from other vampiric minds which are on fire with the news round the world when Lestat is in trouble. Gabrielle, she looks just like him, except she's a woman, totally a woman, that is, sharper of feature, small-waisted, big- breasted, sweet-eyed in the most unnerving and dishonest fashion, gorgeous in a black ball gown with her hair free, more often dusty, genderless, sheathed in supple leather or belted khaki, a steady walker, and a vampire so cunning and cold that she has forgotten what it ever meant to be human or in pain. Indeed, I think she forgot overnight, if she ever knew it. She was in mortal life one of those creatures who always wondered what the others were carrying on about. Gabrielle, low- voiced, unintentionally vicious, glacial, forbidding, ungiving, a wanderer through snowy forests of the far north, a slayer of giant white bears and white tigers, an indifferent legend to untamed tribes, something more akin to a prehistoric reptile than a human. Beautiful, naturally, blond hair in a braid down her back, almost regal in a chocolate-colored leather safari jacket and a small droopy brimmed rain hat, a stalker, a quick killer, a pitiless and seemingly thoughtful but eternally secretive thing. Gabrielle, virtually useless to anyone but herself. Some night she'll say something to someone, I suppose.

Ahem.

As I said. :))

[rosesnink]

Orc Bonds with Elf

Author's Notes

Je suis back on my 'shipping for a hot minute my MC with my friends' MCs'! This time, a personal crush of mine, @zhoras-bitch 's Ray Nightbloom, who often reminds me why I'm gay <3 I hope I made your girl justice, and that you enjoy yourself reading this as I've enjoyed writing this! The prompts used were 'longing-tempest-identity'

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes

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Summary: Recharging her battery, Brienne has a meaningful conversation with a new friend

Word Count: 1.0k

Category: Platonic

Rating: General audiences

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

As the Spring Harvest was at its peak, Brienne needed a small break from so many people. Allowing the primaveral wind blow her maroon dress, she went to the fountain where the elderly cured their parchment and simply existed in silence.

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to exist in silence. She became in-tune with nature: the leaves, the wind, the water flowing, the sun. The smell of food and laughter faded, leaving her alone in a plaza with nothing but chatting elders and the occasional stray cat seeing if any of them had any food.

Until she noticed that she was being watched. She opened her eyes and scanned through the place, until she found a girl watching her closely. Not a girl. And elf. She was rather tall, with pinkish skin, violet eyes and a long blonde-silver hair. She seemed shy and lonely, and Brienne beckoned her to her side, not wanting her to suffer through the elderly’s questions.

She sat shyly over the edge “I’m sorry if I was bothering you with my staring…”

Brienne smiled sweetly “Don’t fret. I get stared a lot around here. And I suppose you do too.”

Brienne noticed how the she-elf was examining her: today she had a maroon dress, with a plunged V-neck, her hair down, black ringlets decorated with white and violet wildflowers and her dress had flowery embroidery as well. She also could tell that she had noticed now how big she was. Seeing that she had been caught, she flushed and looked away “Forgive me, I… haven’t seen an orc in my life.”

“Do I meet your expectations, uh…?”

“Ray. And you… well, exceeded them. They always told me they were ugly and brusque and…”

“I’m not? I’m glad you think so, Ray. I’m Brienne. I was raised here, and have been baffling the entirety of Riverbend for nearly twenty-four years.”

They shook hands, and Brienne noticed how soft and elegant they were, compared to her callous and huge ones she had. She was also warm, and there was something about her that transmitted peace.

It was Brienne who broke the silence “How come I’ve never seen you? I don’t see myself walking past such a beauty like yourself.”

“I, uh, don’t get out much. I don’t really enjoy the attention I get from being, well, me.”

“Shame. Seeing your beautiful self would’ve made my day.”

She giggled “Now you’re compelling me to leave the house more often. And I wouldn’t be able to walk past you either.”

“Because of my size?”

“And your beauty and clear charm. There’s something about you, Brienne… you inspire many emotions.”

“Such as?”

“Calm. Understanding. Boldness…”

She raised an eyebrow, sliding closer to her “Boldness, you say?”

Ray bit her lip, and Brienne, feeling self-conscious, moved away “Apologies. I am aware that my size is… a tad overwhelming to some.”

“It’s not that, it’s just… I’m not used to this. People normally have prejudices against me.”

She stroked a golden lock away from her “They’re fools then. You’re not to blame for the sins and past of your kind. And neither am I.”

“I suppose they’ve thrown at you the tale of Ventra Tal Kaelen?”

Brienne snorted “Many times. Hells, I don’t even know what she did!”

Ray made a face “Apparently, she forcibly conquered the orc clans and formed Flotilla. There are tales of a runaway orc that left their child here.”

Brienne perked up “When was this?”

They both seemed to realize it, and Brienne was, for the first time, caught off-guard “Do you think… they were running away from her? From Ventra?”

“It is possible, though the librarian said they left to fight shortly after.”

Brienne frowned “Were they… keeping me safe? Or simply did not want me?”

Ray grabbed her hand, which was much bigger in comparison, and lifted the orc’s chin “Listen to me. I may have just met you, but I can assure you that it was for a good cause. You truly seem like someone incredible, and the way they talk about them, they seemed like a good person.”

Brienne stroked her cheek, and sighed “Thank you, Ray. It’s just— had they stayed, perhaps I wouldn’t feel like a beast pretending to be human. Like I am some… burden that they can’t wait to get rid of. I love being here but… I know I ought to leave someday. Maybe to Port Parnassus. Or Flotilla, to find my parents.”

“If you do, it’ll be your choice, not theirs. You don’t seem like the type to just take orders.”

Brienne smirked “Neither do you.”

They laughed, basking into the dawn of spring, the sun turning from a bright yellow to a dark orange. They sat there, both their minds far away from this godsdamned town. Brienne didn’t have elven sensitivity, but she could very well read Ray’s expression.

“I am glad to have found someone who may feel the same way. Everybody seems to have figured out that this is their home and will never leave, but I…”

“Do not?” She sighed “Honestly, neither do I. It is a lovely town, and the people are nice, but… I feel like my time here is starting to end. I want to travel the world from my books. Have great adventures. Make my own way. Being swept off my feet by a charming prince or—,”

“A charming orc?” She teased.

Ray giggled “It wouldn’t hurt, no.”

Brienne stood up and produced two coins. She gave one to Ray and approached the well. She closed her eyes: she saw a vast, never-ending path, full of adventures and people to meet, and a shadow waiting for her. She poised the coin between her fingers, kissed it and threw it to the well. She beckoned Ray to do the same.

Ray did the same, and smiled. “I suppose it’d be rude to ask what did you wish for?”

“Not rude, but rather imprudent. I’d hate to see my wish undone for telling.”

They observed as the sun started to leave their eyesight, and Brienne looked at Ray, and Ray at Brienne. Then, Ray tiptoed to her face, and kissed sweetly Brienne’s cheek. She flushed, and smiled brightly “Thank you, Brienne, for probably the best night of my life.”

Brienne kissed her hand “And thank you, fairest Ray, for delighting me with your company. May our paths cross soon.”

She squeezed her hand “Soon.”

[silver-wield]

I pity cleriff bitches who think yuna is the second coming of aerosol and this coupled with the fact that tidus dyes his hair blonde MUST mean that cleriff has been canon since 97 after all

🤓

EVERY SINGLE SUMMONER wears a dress. (even dona's counts as one I guess) yuna's in particular is inspired by miko kimonos as they wanted X to have a more east asian feel than the last three games

and other summoners like her father and seymour also use staffs. yuna's staff is also inspired by buddhist ceremonial staffs.

her job/class and haircut is inspired by garnet who's initial look in the game is inspired by tifa. they even tie their hair the same way

her heterochromia is plot device and it's due to her mixed race?/nationality?

tidus is not a natural blonde. his hair is brown originally.

and was it kitase or nojima that said his character was either inspired by or similar to ZACK FAIR the boy has nothing in common with cloud. oh yeah they both have blue eyes wrow color me impressed, they were right all along!!!

and it's especially pathetic that they still insist that things from outside of the ff7 compilation can act as proof of their crackship's canonity. so scared to face what the actual game itself tells that they look every other way they can.

it pisses me off to see them in the comments of EC official twitter accounts post begging the devs to release yuna skin for aeriff. she's a white mage you dumb fucks not a summoner.

makes GREAT sense that they gave her a garnet outfit inspired skin too while they gave tifa an amaranth one. now the bitches ask for rinoa aeriff and ZELL tifa lmfao. they know how it sounds and say shit like this on purpose to piss clotis off. just because they share classes. rinoa isn't even a mage.

anyway I was just looking at mayuko aoki's voice acting and motion capture credits in the final fantasy games and I feel a lot calmer already lol. voice actor and motion capture artist of yuna. motion capture artist of rinoa, garnet and tifa in advent children. and that's that on that 💅

I don't even like to think of different games' characters as copies of older ones with slight differences but especially since rebirth came out (with that dumbass lifestream dance thing aeriff pulled outta her nonexistent ass WHICH BTW doesn't even resemble yuna's dance but they can't get their heads out of their asses long enough to pay attention to that. they're looking for proof of cleriffs canonity in there) I keep seeing cleriffs claiming yuna is soooo aeirff 🥺 which means that cleriff is sooo canon. get a brain.

each game is set in it's own world. each character is their own person. yuna is not the second coming of that self obsessed backstabbing bitch.

Don't all of the women wear dresses in ffx? Aside from the Al bhed in their bodysuits.

Their desperate need to claim things outside of ff7 as some kinda proof of ff7 canon is embarrassing.

[moistvonlipwig]

11. Top 5 female characters that I will love till the end of time

For @peachycloudcats.

Honestly there's no way I can truly accurately limit myself to 5 but here are the 5 I'm CURRENTLY in my feelings about the most:

1: Regina Mills from Once Upon a Time is truly everything. Like. She's a horse girl. She's a mass murderer. She's a small-town bureaucrat. She's a tyrannical queen. She's a democratically elected public official. She's an adoptive mother who loves her son more than anything else in the world. She's bisexual. She fucked a dragon. Her best friends in the whole wide world are all people she's tried to kill at least once. She loved her dad and she killed her dad and it haunted her for the rest of her life. She killed her abusive husband and she didn't regret it one bit. She's a petty bitch. She loves doing paperwork. She took revenge on her enemies by cursing them to live in Maine and trapping them in a time loop only she was aware of for 28 years. She got bored of the time loop after a week. Her favorite apples are allegedly Honeycrisps but she is only ever shown handling the Red Delicious variety. She was almost executed for her crimes and when she was asked if she had any regrets she said she just wished she had caused even more pain. One time she wore an outfit that looked like the flayed pelt of a Muppet. Dogs love her. She won an election she didn't even know was happening. She tried to fight a millennia-old embodiment of Mother Nature's wrath with a baseball bat. She has a mysterious scar that is never explained. She's a cobra. She's a mongoose. She's a mongoose killing a cobra. She drives an old-ass Mercedes Benz with no back seats. She got the kind of epic series-spanning redemption arc usually only afforded to white characters & male characters. But most importantly, she IS the moment. And you WILL put some respect on her name!!!

2: UTENA TENJOU defending her on the internet isn't enough I need a fucking sword!!!!! (< can actually wield a fucking sword) (< not an empty threat!!!) To me the essence of Revolutionary Girl Utena's eponymous protagonist and why I love her so much is captured so beautifully when Saionji & Touga (the Misogyny Brothers) tell her that only a fool would believe in true friendship and Utena just says, "Didn't you know? I am a fool." She IS a fool bro!!!!!

3. Kim Wexler from Better Call Saul the woman that you are...she literally bent the narrative to her will because she refused to bend to anyone else's narratives about her. She INVENTED Saul Goodman. She IS Saul Goodman. Can you blame Jimmy for doing All Of That for her? No, you cannot.

4. Did you think I wouldn't put Cordelia Chase from the Buffyverse on this list? C'mon. It's me. Queen C the nastiest girl in Sunnydale history the cheerleader princess warrior saint goddess you will always be famous and you will always be in my heart!!!!!

5. I so badly want to put all the Amphibia girlies on here but with only 5 spaces I gotta go for my nearest and dearest iconic little blonde bitch Sasha Waybright. How many other 13 year old girls have taken over entire toad armies just by the sheer force of their personality? I love her. She has so many things wrong with her and none of them are the things she thinks are wrong with her. Queen. <333

[onegianthotmess]

Michael Afton Rants:

💜🥺What I Think Mikey Looks Like🥺💜

(I just wanna say two things. One, I’m talking about Michael Afton from the games, not the one from the movie (but the actor did great as Mike Schmidt, major props to him!) Two, I want to hold this boy and tell him it’s all gonna be okay because he be traumatized AF.)

Okay, now onto what baby Mikey looks like!

It’s a given he looks like William, almost identical to him considering the souls thought Michael was his father. And my man’s is a British boy, so he’s definitely got some pale skin, not quite paper white, but he is fairly pale. His skin is also somehow fucking perfect, tf-? Acne? He doesn’t know her-

I say Mike is tall, definitely around like 6’6 or 6’7. And he’s definitely decently built, too. Like, he’s not jacked jacked, but he does have some decent muscle that is still somehow soft looking. And I picture him with big hands that are rough and calloused, but also have some softness to them despite all of the work he’s done.

Since he does look like William, he’s definitely got some strong features, most notably his nose and face shape with a defined jawline and chin. But Michael does have a few differences from his father, which he likes the most about himself because boy has major ✨DADDY ISSUES✨.

Michael has a slightly fuller lip shape than William, and he doesn’t have his resting bitch face either. His resting face is strangely innocent and curious, major puppy face vibes. His cheeks are more round and soft than his father’s and his baby blue eyes are big, round, and wide in shape and they’re slightly downturned to really give him that puppy face that no one can say no to.

Seriously, Mikey is definitely the guy who looks intimidating from the back due to his height and slight muscle until he turns around and you’re met by the cutest case of puppy face you’ve ever seen!

Also, Mikey is #blessed with some nice long, thick lashes that frame his eyes so well! He even has a set of bottom lashes that make his eyes sort of doll-like and he could actually pull off a convincing disguise as a woman if he tried. I gotta fucking write that-

His favorite feature on himself is probably his eyes overall because people have told him that the baby blue color combined with the shape of his eyes make them look so soft, a stark contrast to his fathers cold, sharp, and unforgiving steel gray eyes that make everyone uneasy.

Don’t even get me started on this boy’s hair-

It is so beautiful!

Boy has practically never had a bad hair day in his life!

His hair is a nice chestnut brown color, with natural highlights of red and blonde. His hair is also slightly wavy and always lays perfectly on his head no matter the time.

EVEN HIS FUCKING BEDHEAD LOOKS GORGEOUS-

Oh, and his hair is so soft!

It’s like he has strands of soft, fluffy silk growing from his head.

I just wanna give this pretty boy a hug! He needs it so badly!

LET ME HUG MY TRAUMATIZED BOY, DAMMIT!

(Let me hold him! I want to comfort his babie boy so bad!)

[sjsmith56]

Provisions - Chapter 4, Finding Jade

Summary: The team goes to Albuquerque for supplies, requiring as much planning as a mission. They bring items to barter in exchange for food, electronics, and any raw materials they can use to create trade goods. While there Bucky takes Jade to the doctor to get a birth control implant. A human trafficker’s offer of gold for Jade alerts the couple to a potential problem.

Length: 5K

Characters: Bucky, Jade, Ben, Steve, Peter, Scott, medical personnel, traffickers.

Warnings: 18+ only, sexual content (hand job, fingering), talk of sex, violence ending in bodily injury.

Author’s notes: The Others, being attracted to water, took control of most towns and cities, but in areas with limited water there was more success keeping them out of water infrastructure. They are still dangerous which is why Albuquerque (a bitch to spell but a cool name) still takes precautions. Being a gathering place it attracts all kinds, including legitimate entrepreneurs and less savoury characters.

<<Chapter 3

🗡️

The following morning Bucky and Jade walked into the common room hand in hand while everyone was there. They seemed an odd couple, the tall, broad shouldered, dark haired Bucky and the shorter, slender, blonde, fair skinned Jade.

"Does anyone have any condoms?" asked Bucky, outright.

Everyone looked at Sam and Maria, being the only couple there. Sam shook his head no.

"I have an implant," said Maria. "We can put one on the provisions list."

"When's the next run?" asked Bucky.

"Two weeks," said Clint, smiling, "I could always go sooner in the quinjet."

"No," said Steve. "Quinjet is for missions only. No personal use."

"A provision run is organized just like a mission," said Peter, "just saying."

Steve glared at him. He was sympathetic but operating the quinjet was risky. They had already lost one quinjet and it's passengers, Fury and Rhodey, when the Others tracked them and blasted them out of the sky with a laser guided projectile. Bucky just looked at him when he vetoed using the quinjet then walked over to the list and added condoms and an implant to it.

"As you can see we're now a couple," he said. "If you have any comments say them now."

"Congratulations?" said Peter.

Bucky laughed and put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Thanks, kid," he said.

"Does this mean you're going to be less grumpy than before?" asked Sam.

"Doubtful," answered Bucky.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

        Eden Ahbez, "Nature Boy" (song, recorded by Nat King Cole)

The addition of Jade, Ma, and Ben to the group at the Bunker seemed to lift the spirits of everyone there. Peter, who had silently suffered wondering if his Aunt May was alive or dead, connected with 10 year old Ben like a big brother, introducing him to the huge Lego stash. Recognizing Ben's thirst for knowledge Peter tutored him in math and science, finding a useful outlet for his own excess energy that kept him from brooding on the state of the world. Ma, who told Bruce she had been a nurse prior to a brain aneurysm that caused her psychic powers, proved to be a big help to him in the medical room and in his lab. Even though she looked about ten years older than him due to her white hair they found she was actually two years younger. They shared an appreciation for similar literature and music. As she helped him in setting up experiments they had all sorts of animated conversations about a raft of different subjects. Jade had honoured Peggy's wish and sought out Steve in private, offering him access to the memory of the encounter with his wife. His eyes had teared up but when he released Jade's hand he had looked thoughtfully at her and thanked her for sharing it with him. Then he went to his room and didn't come out for hours. After that it was never spoken of again.

The biggest change, even though he told Sam it was doubtful, was in Bucky now that he and Jade were a couple. They were together most of the time, hand in hand. He was much less surly and more polite. Ma, at her insistence, moved out of the two bedroom suite so Bucky could move in. When he asked Jade if Ben would have a problem with him being there she said no. Calling her son in she told Ben that Bucky wanted to talk to him and then she left before Bucky could protest, leaving the two alone. It had thrown Bucky for a loop as the boy sat across from him expectantly.

"Is this like the sex talk?" Ben asked. "I already know where babies come from."

"No," stammered Bucky. "How do you feel about me living here with your mom?"

"You make her happy," the boy replied. "She loves you and I think you love her. The way you look at her looks like love to me."

"I'm not trying to replace your dad," said Bucky. "You don't have to call me Dad.”

Ben smiled. "I didn't know my dad," he replied, "I was little when he was gone. I'll call you Bucky if that makes you feel better. Do you plan to have a baby with Mom?"

"No," replied Bucky. "Not for awhile anyways. Sorry, this feels awkward to me."

Ben nodded. "I have that effect on people although most everyone here has been good," he said. "She's a good mom and I'm sure she'll be a good wife, Bucky. I'll try to be a good son."

"Ben, how old are you?" asked Bucky.

"Ten, I'll be eleven in a month," he said. "How old are you?"

"Officially, 109 years old," said Bucky. "I look much younger."

Ben nodded. "That's because of the Winter Soldier, isn't it?" He looked at Bucky, quizzically. "Did you have a wife during the war?"

"No, no wife," said Bucky. "Just my parents, a sister, and Steve. Steve is 108 years old."

"Really?" said Ben. "Wow, you guys have lived long. Do you feel old?"

"Some days," said Bucky, pointing to his head, "especially in here."

Ben stood up and walked closer to Bucky standing in front of him. "Can I look at your arm?"

Bucky pulled his shirt off and showed it to him. Ben touched it with no fear or hesitation, running his fingers down the articulations, tracing the design.

"Does it hurt?" he asked. "Did it hurt when you lost it?"

"It hurt a lot when I lost the original arm," he said. "Some bad people gave me another arm that was very painful to use. Then when Steve rescued me some good people made this arm for me. It doesn't hurt and it's much lighter than the other one. It looks better, too, more like a real arm. The other one was more dangerous as it was made just for killing."

"Peter showed me some video of when you had the other arm," said Ben, looking Bucky directly in the eyes. "You didn't look happy, not like you look now. I like you better this way."

Bucky almost wanted to cry at the simple directness this boy had. "I like me better this way, too," he said. "Thank you, Ben. I like you a lot. I'll leave it up to you if you want to call me Dad. But if you do, you'll make me very happy."

Ben smiled and leaned into Bucky giving him a hug, which Bucky returned with emotion. Ben went to the suite door and said he was going to the Library. Bucky smiled at him.

"See you later, Ben," he said, then wept when the door completely closed.

He felt Jade's presence in his mind, asking permission to enter which he gave.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, your son surprised me," he replied in his thoughts. "He's a good kid."

"I think so," she said. "Do you want me to come back to the room?"

"No," he smiled. "I'll be out shortly. I love you, Jade."

He felt a warmth envelope him like a warm blanket had been put on his shoulders. "I love you, Bucky. I'll be here in the common room. Ma, Wanda, and I are going to try to find a nest and see if we can lure one of the Others away from it."

He acknowledged her and sat back in the arm chair, letting the warmth of her love fill him. He had felt love before, with Lily but this mental manifestation of Jade's love was something else. It made him feel ... safe. He began to wonder what sex with her would feel like and wondered how hard it would be to wait until the provision run for it to happen.

After the coven tried to lure one of the Others out of its nest Steve called a meeting to plan how they would capture the creature when they tried for real. Bucky walked in, sitting near the front, beside Jade. She took his hand and he immediately felt her presence in his mind.

"Jade, tell us how the practice round went," said Steve.

"We made contact and were able to single out an individual," said Jade. "Wanda thought we should implant the notion that one of their own needed help doing something. They took the bait and came out. It was in an exo-suit so we brought it out quite a way before we released it. It seemed confused at first then it answered the hive call and went back to the nest."

"Do you think you can jam it's connection long enough for us to bring one here and study it?" he asked.

Jade, Wanda, and Ma looked at each other. "About that," she said. "When we brought it out there were sentry Others that noticed it leaving. They kept calling it to return but they didn't follow it. We think they kept track of it visually. If that's the case we wouldn't be able to take it without them seeing."

Steve made a face at this bit of news but it was why they did a practice run. "Suggestions?" he put it out to everyone else.

"We can create a false view of the one we take and examine it on the spot," said Ma, "similar to how I kept the Sanctuary hidden. They would see it, but we would be invisible to them as we examined the suit and the creature."

"Who would go out there to do the examination?" asked Bucky.

"Bruce and myself," said Ma. "Perhaps Peter for added security. This is a scientific study and we can follow a procedure which we still have to establish to get the most information in the shortest period of time. Wanda and Jade can boost my ability to keep the veil over the site. I can multitask and still help in the examination."

"Okay, let's hear the pros and cons," said Steve.

"They're out in the open with no cover, other than the veil, and no one close enough to back them up quickly," said Bucky. "If the sentries see it happen again it may make them curious enough to come out and investigate."

"We can do a diversion," said Maria. "We can drop some explosives at the other end of the wash to draw them away from the veil. Sam, you could carry some IEDs with you, couldn't you?"

"Yeah, but they would have to be small enough that they don't weigh me down and easy enough to drop," he replied. "I'd want time to make them and try them out first."

"What's the insertion and extraction plan?" asked Clint. "Quinjet, car?"

"Good question," said Steve. "Both are going to attract attention."

"What about horses?" said Clint. "They've left the local fauna alone. They see horses coming they may think it's just some wild horses that wandered into the wash. There's an outfitter on the way to Albuquerque. We could talk to him on our next run."

"Bruce, Peter, Ma? Do you know how to ride?" asked Steve.

They all looked at each other and started laughing. "So, no," said Steve. "But it is a good idea. Clint, could you teach them in two weeks if we bumped up the provisions run to next week? We could trailer the horses back and they could learn in the two weeks before we execute the mission."

Clint nodded his head but grimaced and said it wouldn't be easy. Over the next week they planned the provision run. Jade was going on it so she could get the implant done in the clinic in town. Bucky insisted she be in his vehicle. He didn't want Jade to be out of his sight. It was a two and half hour ride at road speed but when they were on the road itself they went faster if conditions allowed it. The Others had been known to patrol for people travelling by themselves. They would send out two vehicles plus Sam would fly as eyes in the sky. There would be four people in one car, three in the other, all of them armed. One vehicle would pull a utility trailer that they would load their provisions in. The other would pull the horse trailer from the outfitters on the way back. They had already contacted the outfitter by radio, negotiated a barter price, and arranged a pick up time. If they left at 6 am their plan was to arrive back to the Bunker before sunset at 7 pm.

The night before the provision run Bucky and Jade laid in bed. She held him and stroked his long hair so softly that he felt himself being lulled into sleep.

"I did some research on the implants," she said quietly. "We'll have to use condoms for a couple of weeks until there's a high enough level of hormones in my system. I haven't been with anyone since Ben was little. You'll be gentle with me at first?"

"I'll try," he said. "It's only been a year for me but Lily and I had a very active sex life. When you had sex did you have a mind connection as well?"

"Yes," she said. "It intensifies it, at least for me but it's not good to do it too often. Seth never complained. He was normal like Ben. I would like to try without first. If that's okay."

"Why?"

"To experience you without any enhancements," she replied. "I noticed when you got out of bed that you're quite ... equipped. I want to see what you do with it. Plus it takes a lot out of me."

Bucky lifted his head up with a grin. "I knew you saw more than you let on," he said. "You just want me for my body. I'm hurt."

"You're a jerk," she smiled back. "The mind connection can be like a drug. I didn't use it all the time as it does take a toll on me. But we'll try it once tomorrow after we get back."

Bucky turned to her breasts and nuzzled them as he rubbed her pelvic area. "Now you're just teasing me," she said. "You're such a naughty boy for an old man."

"Just a preview, darling," he said, stopping and rolling over. "Get some sleep. It will be a long day tomorrow."

She spooned behind him but grabbed him and squeezed gently to repay the favour. He groaned a little but pulled her hand up to his chest and kept it there. When she woke up in the morning she had her hand down inside his boxers and he was erect. She started to pull her hand out but he interrupted.

"Don't stop now," he said. "I'm halfway there. You have very soft hands."

"Bucky," she said. "We agreed to wait until we had the condoms."

"You started it and we don't need them for this," he said over his shoulder. "Seems a shame to leave a man hanging like this."

With a sigh Jade kept stroking him. "Harder darling," he said with a slight groan. "Surely you did this for your husband once in a while."

Jade grasped him firmly and ran her hand up and down the shaft. Suddenly he pulled his T-shirt and boxers off without interrupting her rhythm. Then he threw the duvet off and switched to his back. His breathing was very ragged and he looked sideways at her deeply.

"Kiss me," he whispered then groaned. "Please."

She leaned over and as she did he put his larger right hand over her smaller one and really began stepping up the pace. His mouth was open and he ran his tongue over his teeth, begging her to put her tongue in his mouth. Firmly she pressed her mouth on his and thrust her tongue onto his. He groaned as she did so then tensed up considerably and she felt him come over himself, as he pumped it a few more times. Finally he released her hand and she flexed it, trying to get the blood flowing into it again. Pulling away from his lips she looked at him and he had a sly smile on his face.

"Thank you, darling," he said. "Could you get me some tissues to take care of this, please?"

She smiled and shook her head at the audacity of this man. Quickly he wiped himself off and dropped the tissues at the side of the bed, saying he would clean them up later. Then he kissed her deeply before turning her around and spooning behind her. He unbuttoned her pyjama top, caressing her breasts with one hand. She felt his lips on her neck, under her ear and it felt so good she leaned back into it. Then his artificial hand reached down inside her panties.

"Bucky," she said in an almost whining way. "No, we were going to wait."

"You did me, now I do you," he whispered. "Fair is fair. Think of it as me priming the pump."

"That's such a picture to feel sexy to," she said but she arched her back as he found the right spot inside.

He was whispering in her ear about how wet she was and all she needed was some stimulation. She lifted her upper leg slightly to give him more access and he whispered to go onto her back. As soon as she did he pulled her panties off, put two fingers into her and started kissing her breasts and mouthing her nipples. Her breath came in little gasps as the sensation inside her increased. She looked at him and found she couldn't see anything except those perfect white teeth behind his full lips. His right hand was under her and he pulled her closer to his lips, just gently brushing hers with his as he finger fucked her. She arched her back and moaned as he brought her closer by putting his thumb on her clitoris and circling it. Her hips were pushing into his hand and she wanted his mouth on hers. Her hand grasped his arm as she pulled herself closer to him and her eyes closed in anticipation of the rush which was almost there. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue caressing her tongue and she came with a cry that escaped from her throat. He thrust his fingers hard into her for several more moments then he pulled them out and massaged her pubic area sending little pulses through her body as he worked the remaining blood away from her core.

"You're such a bad man," she whispered. "Making me come when I was saving it all for tonight."

"Oh, wait until you've been with me later," he whispered back. "You're going to come several times tonight, I guarantee it."

Jade stretched and Bucky caressed her lithe body as she pushed herself outward. Their intercom buzzed and Steve's voice came through the speaker.

"Rise and shine lovebirds," he said. "Thirty minutes to provision run."

"Come on, quick shower," said Bucky. "I promise I won't molest you."

Bucky was as good as his word and in 15 minutes both were dressed and in the common room grabbing a quick bite to eat. On the table were boxes of electronics and 3D printed parts that they would use to barter for provisions and the horses. Scavenging as a way of life was necessary to find materials that others wanted. In a building full of inventive and creative people the flotsam that they picked up could be converted to many different uses, valuable to someone.

The lead car was comprised of Steve as driver, with Clint, Maria and Wanda while the second car was driven by Bucky, with Jade and Peter. Sam, as always, would be in the air. They had received word via Wanda that Scott Lang had arrived at the airport the day before and would be returning to the Bunker with them. Extra weapons were brought for him to use on the ride back. Steve had checked the weather station before they left and reported they would have a headwind going to Albuquerque with a chance of rain on the way back. Rain was never good as the Others loved water. It was speculated that was why they invaded Earth; to gain control of a planet that was three quarters water. They headed out and drove on the highway at 120 mph until the road got too rough, then they had to slow down to less than 60 mph. Eventually the guard turrets of Albuquerque became visible and Steve radioed in their code for safe passage through the minefield. Holding steady at 50 mph with Bucky following less than 10 feet behind him a track was elevated above the minefield and the two super soldiers drove onto it with pinpoint precision. Jade watched Bucky as he drove, his face was a mask of active concentration, his hands making slight adjustments on the steering wheel as they flew over the track to the other side of the minefield. As soon as they were clear the track lowered and both men gave a breath of relief as they now could slow down to a respectable 30 mph.

Jade looked excitedly out the window as Bucky drove behind the lead car. People waved at them and some ran to get their barter goods, knowing the Avengers always had good stuff to trade. She had never seen so many people in one place at one time. Her whole life had been spent first with Ma, then with Seth and Ben until Seth's death. But this was thousands of people and at first she was overwhelmed. Bucky took her hand and squeezed it.

"Stay close to me," he said smiling. "Don't want to lose you on your first shopping trip."

He reached under the seat and brought out a weapon, checking to make sure it was loaded, even though he had checked before they left. She noticed everyone was double checking their weapon. Bucky put his hand out for hers and he double checked and handed it back to her.

"We don't use them but we do show them," he said. "There are some people who think they can bully another to get a better deal. We wear the weapons openly to show them they aren't going to intimidate us. We get away with it because we're the Avengers and at one time or another we've saved their asses. Keep the safety on and lock your holster. Don't want an accidental discharge.

Then he went around to the trunk of the car and opened it, flipping open the boxes that were stored in there. The box of parts for the horse outfitter was kept in the back seat, under a blanket, with the doors locked. As soon as Bucky lifted the trunk hood a lineup had formed and people came with all sorts of stuff. Both he and Peter handled the business, nodding yes or shaking their head no at the offers. Someone offered gold for Jade and both Bucky and Peter stared so hard the man stammered and backed away.

"Fucking traffickers," Bucky muttered. "I'd love to shut down his operation. You have a unique look that they're always wanting for their sick customers. Come here and keep your arm around me to keep them at bay. I'm surprised he even dared to offer us something. They know we don't do that."

When the amount of barter items had been reduced to just one box Bucky asked Peter if he was okay on his own. Peter nodded and Bucky reached into a secret compartment in the trunk taking out a package. Grasping Jade by the hand they walked past Steve and the lead vehicle. Jade was amazed to see they had almost a full trailer of food stuffs.

"Steve, we're going to the clinic for the implant," he said. "Did you get any condoms? We're going to need them for the first couple of weeks."

"Some but you're going to need more, knowing you," smiled his friend. "What have you got for the clinic?"

"Wooden finger splints mostly," he said. "I machined some new scalpels as well."

"Woodworker and machinist?" Jade asked. "What else can you do that you haven't told me?"

"There's lot of things I can do," he looked at her directly. "We adapt and learn new skills all the time. There's always a market for well made things."

There was a small lineup at what was once a utility trailer. They stood behind the last person in line and patiently waited. Finally, it was their turn and the receptionist, a woman with multiple piercings, shaved head, and garish makeup looked up.

"Bucky," she said. "Long time, no see. What do you need?"

"My woman needs a birth control implant," he said. "We'll need condoms as well for the first couple of weeks."

"You could push it to a week," she said. "But I've got enough for even you, you horny bastard. What have you got?"

He showed her the finger splints and she turned them over in her hand, admiring the workmanship. She agreed they would pay for the condoms. He handed over the scalpels, explaining he had forged them himself from scrap metal, then had machined them to a high quality.

"You've outdone yourself," she said. "Six scalpels for the implant. If you want to sell me the rest of them I might be able to get my hands on some sex toys for the new girlfriend. Want to keep her happy."

"The mind connection is much better than any sex toy," said Jade in his mind. "Say no."

"No," he shook his head. "We're good. Thanks anyway. Dr. Wells might be interested in them."

"Suit yourself," she said. "Bring more next time and maybe I'll have something to tempt you."

The woman jerked her head behind her and the doctor, who had overheard the bargaining, asked Jade to expose the inside of her arm. He had her lie down with her arm bent at a right angle to her head. Then he injected a small amount of freezing into her arm near where the implant would go. While he waited for the freezing to take effect he told her there would likely be bruising and a cold compress would help with any swelling. He explained all the side effects that could go with it. Then he poked her arm to see if she felt the poke. With a special applicator he inserted the implant into the space between the two muscles on the inside of her upper arm. Covering it with a small bandage, then wrapping a larger bandage around the site he told Jade it was all done. Bucky helped her up and they left, holding hands.

"She's a piece of work but he's a good doctor," said Bucky. "They are the oddest couple. Let's see what Dr. Wells has for the remaining scalpels."

The lineup for this doctor was longer and Bucky was more protective of her as they waited. They saw the man who had offered gold for Jade watching them. A second man approached him and they spoke. Jade reached out and touched their minds. She touched Bucky.

"That man that offered you gold for me is back with another," she thought. "They're not taking no for an answer. They're considering taking you on."

"Hmph," said Bucky. "They wouldn't if they knew exactly what I could do to them. Can you keep track of them while I do the barter? That would be the best time to try something."

"Yes," she said. "They're broadcasting all over the place."

Finally, it was their turn and Bucky showed Dr. Wells' front person the scalpels. He had the six left and she was impressed with the quality.

"Could you make more?" she asked. "I can give you a box of penicillin for the six. Top grade."

"Deal," he said. "I can make more but it takes time to accumulate enough metal to forge."

Jade grabbed Bucky's hand. "They're making their move."

"Excuse me a moment," he said, leaning down into his boot and pulling out two knives. In one swift movement he turned and threw both knives at the men, catching them both in their shoulder. Then he picked each one up by the neck. "Touch her and you're dead. She's with me and you filthy pigs aren't getting your hands on her. Grunt if you understand."

Both made a sound that passed for a grunt. Bucky dropped them, then retrieved his knives from their shoulders, wiping the blades on the men's clothing as he stared them down.

"What do I get for giving you two customers?" he asked the receptionist, who smiled back at him.

"How about a vial of broad spectrum antibiotic?" she said sweetly. "Fucking traffickers."

With the antibiotics in hand they returned to the vehicles. Everyone was there including Scott who had hitched a ride from the airport. Jade felt good vibes from him right away when he offered his hand to her.

"Jade, I'm Scott," he said. "I've been on paternity leave. My wife Hope had a baby boy six months ago. You'll be sick of me by the end of my six month tour. These guys usually are."

"Hi Scott," replied Jade. "You're the Ant man, aren't you? Hank Pym is your father-in-law? Ma is going to love you."

Scott smiled his broad smile and nodded. "Wow, you really do read minds," he said. "Well, I'm an open book, no deep dark secrets to keep from you."

"Just first impressions, Scott," said Jade. "I'll stay out of your head unless it's an emergency."

Steve ordered everyone back in the cars as they still had to stop at the outfitters. Bucky put the antibiotics into a small cooler wired into the car to keep the drugs chilled. Scott transferred the box for the outfitter into the trunk and sat in back with Peter. They left Albuquerque noticing the headwind was now a tailwind and the forecasted rain hadn't yet happened.

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[weaselbeaselpants]

I hate* my hair

okay pardon me if this incoming rant which is very much a soft traumadump sounds like that part of My Immortal where Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way whines about being too hot to handle and how it's sooo hard being hot and getting all the smexoi bi guys.

I know I'm definitely on the ace spectrum. I don't want a relationship. I don't want to ever have sex with another person. I have a sexuality all my own in my art that's not for anyone else but me and I don't know or care about what that means. All I know is that absolutely am repulsed by people hitting on me or saying I'm attractive. Yeah, even if you're also on the ace spectrum. I know I should be flattered but I'm not. I know a lot of people genuinely aren't creepy or are even saying they want me, but still. I'm creeped out by it. And I've been creeped out for a long time.

I'm introverted and kind of visibly autistic all my life, I mean if autism was visible. I also have blonde, naturally curly hair that's a bitch to manage and I don't know how to properly clean. And I have blue eyes. I look like a "perfect fairytale princess", according to people who see me. One of my family members even said I look like an ideal 'aryan' which is totally not distressing to hear especially when you're starting to realize in 2012-2013 how many real life neon@azis really are online and won't stop and see blonde women as needing to be saved.

People have been touching my hair without my permission for years. I legit found out about black people getting their hair 'petted' because years ago on tumblr, when I mentioned that happens with me, someone asked if I was black.

People have made non-serious but still creepy observations about my whiteness for years. Can we please go back to the blonde jokes and fear of white women invading Starbucks for PSLs. I have my limit with those comments too but I will take them all day over people thinking myself and women like me are any sort of ideal. You're sick. You're gross. Don't touch me.

I don't do my hair. No really I don't. I look like a less confident less orangey Miss Frizzle. No, I'm not trying to be black as a white girl; I really have this eternal Shirley Temple mop on my head. Every time someone says I should love my hair or comments how pretty and #striking it is, I wanna cut it all off.

It's for this reason that I don't show pictures of myself and especially not my hair online. I want to be recognized for my art and my writing. For my me-isms. Not for how I look. I legit wish I could be seen as my sona sometimes.

When I do take care of my hair, I want to do it for my own sake. I want to do it for my own happiness. I don't want to hate my hair. But I do, because you love it.

[ultrcviolet]

you’re on your own, kid. you always have been.

( sophie thatcher / 22 / cis woman / she/her ) — did you see HOPE MERCER’S TOXIC FRENEMY, MAEVE WALSH, wandering around the mercer hollow today? i heard around town that the BARTENDER is PROTEAN, and ADROIT, but also BRAZEN, and VOLATILE. people say that they remind them of YESTERDAY’S MASCARA BECOMING TODAY’S EYELINER, A BALL MADE OF CRYSTAL YOU CAN’T SEE, and ICARUS FLYING DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO THE SUN, but how well can you ever really know someone in mercer hollow?

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 . 

FULL NAME: maeve iris walsh . MEANING: intoxicating / she who rules . NICKNAME(S): m, mae, walsh . AGE: twenty-two . DATE OF BIRTH: feb seventeenth . ZODIAC: aqua sun , scorpio moon , aries rising . HOMETOWN: mercer hollow , born & raised . GENDER: cis woman . PRONOUNS: she / her . ORIENTATION: bisexual . RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single . EDUCATION: finished high school , college drop out ( creative writing major , formerly ) . OCCUPATION: bartender @ the bear den . LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: shitty rental apartment ( roomie of tba ) .

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𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺 . 

a red stain blooming upon white sheets, damsels can become the distress, icarus flying dangerously close to the sun, sparks from the fire dancing in the air, drowning your struggles in whiskey bubbles, the last pomegranate seeds, happy little pills, making shapes with sparklers in the dark, always a few steps ahead as though being chased by ghosts, sweet bourbon runs through your veins, all those who wander can never be lost, the shift of the temperature as a storm approaches, an eternal crossroads and you chose the wrong path .

FACECLAIM: sophie thatcher . HAIR: naturally dark brown, but she bleaches it to blonde. it’s not unusual for her roots to be super grown out lbr. she’s got a natural wave to her hair and that’s all you’ll get. never hear styles. it’s typically left loose, until she gets annoyed with it and throws it up in some half assed messy ponytail. if you’re lucky, two messy braids. she’s got a front fringe but just like her roots, she’s never on top of keeping it the right length . EYE COLOUR: bluey-green . HEIGHT: 5’6 . STYLE: fishnets, fishnets, fishnets. maeve has never picked out an outfit that doesn’t include fishnets. ripped jeans, band tees. leather jackets. all black outfits, typically. combat boots or black converse sneakers. definitely a grungey style. never wants to look like she tried too hard . USUAL EXPRESSION: resting bitch face ; a smirk rather than a genuine smile ; rolls her eyes without even trying to hide that she's doing it .  

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𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 . 

LABEL: jerk with a heart of gold . i will expand here, trust me . TV TROPES: anti-hero, dark-haired aloof girl, the bratty teenage daughter, the rebellious spirit, hell-bent for leather, perpetual frowner, sour outside, sad inside, lady swears-a-lot, deadpan snarker, wildcard, hard drinking party girl, mood swinger . POSITIVE TRAITS: brave , adventurous, decisive , witty , resourceful , assertive , spontaneous , protean , adroit , direct , observant . NEGATIVE TRAITS: abrasive , reckless , bad-mannered , bitter , disrespectful , freewheeling , aloof , fickle , irreverent , cynical , argumentative , moody , irresponsible , destructive . MBTI: isfp . ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral .

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𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 . 

dot points coming soon .

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𝑬𝑻𝑪 . 

HABITS: smoking , bouncing her leg when she sits , picking at nail polish / hangnails , rolling her eyes at inappropriate times . SKILLS: being able to pour a shot without measuring , hiding things ( literally and emotionally ) , creative writing / poetry , satisfying gift wrapper , can paint really well but will never show you . LIKES: stormy weather / thunder , combat boots , the sound of leaves crunching under your feet in fall , fishnet stockings , black cats , horror movies , spicy food , sour candy , eyeliner. DISLIKES: the sound of people chewing , waking up early , sappy movies , being lied to , hugs , sand , people getting too drunk and crying at the bar .

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𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . 

WITH HOPE: toxic frenemies . this will also get all expanded on in a bit BUT tldr is that hope would never publicly admit to being maeve's friend. sure, they could be seen together. they were never friends. that couldn't be further from the truth. when hope and maeve were good, they were good. they'd run amuck and have fun together. then the morning would come and maeve would be tossed to the side, wished away just like the hangover that always followed their benders. any trouble they got into would always land on maeve, hope keeping her hands clean. they'd argue and though maeve says she hold a grudge, hope would always seep in through the cracks of her tough exterior. the last time would be forgiven and they'd go out. just for the cycle to start again . FRIENDS: micah ahuja ( best friend ) , abril serrano aquino ( friend , protective over ) , theo reyes ( childhood friend ) , topher silverman ( friend ) , tba . ENEMIES: nax bishop ( antagonistic ) , tba . ROMANTIC: noah hayes ( hook up ) , julien watts ( on again , off again relationship ) , etc. WANTED CONNECTIONS: here .

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