#i was always in a weird place about it. it was supposed to be my junk food project. not more lighthearted but certainly more easygoing

[shockercoco]

Better Late Than Never

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings - fluff, some kissing, Valentine’s Day shenanigans, flirty!Bucky

Word count - 2167

a/n - Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, especially to all my fellow single readers! I’ve somehow ended up in my Sebastian Stan era again, so I thought why fight it. It’s been a while since I’ve written an imagine, and I’m feeling a little rusty, but I hope you all enjoy and thanks in advance for reading :)

“What’s got you smiling so much?” You ask Wanda as she sits down across from you.

It was Wanda’s idea to meet up for lunch after finding out about the rough morning you had, and she had also told you that she had some good news to share that might cheer you up. 

You had woken up late for work, couldn’t find your car keys, and when you reached the halfway point on your journey to work, you realized you didn’t have your phone. Today just wasn’t your day.

“Remember how I said I had some good news?” Wanda asks, her smile huge as she leans in and rests her elbows on the table. When you nod, she continues. “Well, Vision surprised me at work and finally asked me to be his girlfriend! He brought me flowers and everything.”

Yeah, today just really wasn’t your day.

“That’s really great, Wanda, but how exactly is that supposed to cheer me up?” you question, giving her a small smile to soften your words.

“Because you were the one who suggested that I should confess my feelings to him, and you’ve pretty much been with me every step of the way,” Wanda tells you. Her expression then turns into confusion. “Is something wrong?”

You honestly were really proud and happy for Wanda, and if this were any other time of the year, your reaction would’ve been different. But it’s not. Valentine's Day is at the end of the week and you just want the week to be over with.

While you were walking down the street on your way to the restaurant, you walked past a woman getting proposed to in the park. While you were waiting for the light to change in order for you to cross the street, you saw a couple making out. As you walked past a street vendor selling flowers, you overheard the vendor making conversation with a man who was apparently looking for the right flowers to buy his crush. Now, Wanda hits you with this.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” you quickly shake your head. “I’ve just had a weird day.”

She looks at you for a moment longer, not fully believing you. “Hmm, there’s something else. Tell me.”

You let out a laugh. “Wanda, I’m fine. It just…it’s nothing really. I’m good.”

“It’s just what?” Wanda asks. When you hesitate again, she adds, “We’re not ordering until you tell me what’s up,” she smirks at you. 

A small groan leaves you, before you speak up, “It’s just that Bucky hasn’t asked me to be his valentine yet, and this is our first Valentine’s Day as a couple. It stupid, I know. I shouldn’t even be upset.”

“No, it’s not stupid. Have you mentioned how you feel to him?”

“No, I didn’t think I had to since he’s always surprising me with gifts any other time of the year. I just figured this would just happen naturally, but nothing yet.”

“I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. After all, it’s still the beginning of the week. Who knows, he could just be waiting for the actual day to come,” Wanda says, and when you don’t say anything, she places a hand on top of yours and continues, “I’d honestly be surprised if Bucky does absolutely nothing for you. Everyone knows how obsessed he is with you.”

That makes you smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am, and when Valentine’s Day comes and he still hasn’t asked you to be his valentine, call me, I’ll hunt him down,” Wanda tells you right as a waitress walks up to the table to take your guys’ order. She catches the end of Wanda’s sentence and has a confused, yet amused look on her face. “Sorry, just relationship problems.”

The waitress laughs as she says, “Don’t worry I understand.”

Later that night when you're at Bucky’s place for a movie night the two of you had planned the week before, you can feel Bucky looking at you repeatedly while your eyes are still on the screen. You’re cuddled up into his side with his arm wrapped around you, but you still notice the constant shifting of his head.

You finally give in and look up at him. “Is there something on my face?” you ask him, your tone teasing.

Bucky’s confused with your question. “No, why?”

“Because you keep looking at me.”

“What, I can’t admire my own girlfriend anymore?”

“It feels more like staring than anything,” you tell him, and Bucky just laughs.

“Well, then I’m sorry,” Bucky apologizes as he places a hand on your cheek to lift your head up. He leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, a smile still tugging on the corner of his lips. When he pulls away, he still keeps the distance between the two of you small as he looks into your eyes.

“Seriously, what is it?” you whine as you playfully shove him away from you, causing him to laugh. He knows how much you hate it when he does that. “Is there something bugging you?” you casually slide in the question, slightly hoping that he would use this time to ask you to be his valentine.

“No, there isn’t,” he laughs and pulls away, turning his attention back to the screen, but keeping his arm still wrapped around you. “I’m done, I promise.” 

He misses the slight drop in your expression, but you quickly fix your face before looking back at the tv as well.

As the week goes on, you try to focus on more important things, but as Friday continues to get closer, your hope continues to diminish. You and Bucky continue to text normally throughout the week, but when Thursday afternoon comes Bucky calls you to let you know that he’ll be going on a mission the next day. On Valentine’s Day.

“I’m sorry it’s such short notice, doll, but Steve needs me,” you hear Bucky softly tell you through the phone. You’re sitting on a chair in front of your window watching people pass by with Bucky on speaker.

“Oh, no it’s okay, I understand,” you say, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “How long will you be gone?”

There’s a moment of silence on the other end, before Bucky speaks, “A couple of weeks.”

Weeks? 

Your heart drops at his answer and you feel your throat start to tighten. You quickly mute yourself to clear the tears from your throat, before unmuting.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” he asks, noticing your delayed response. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be? There’s people out there that need you,” you speak up.

You catch sight of your neighbor’s boyfriend walking up to her house with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You momentarily forget you’re on the phone and unintentionally let out a frustrated sigh at the sight, catching Bucky’s attention.

“Listen, I can probably get out of it. I’m sure Steve doesn’t need me that bad, there’s a whole team of people that are available to help out.”

A sad laugh leaves you. “Bucky it’s fine, I promise. He’s your best friend and he specifically asked you because he wants you, so go.”

“If you insist,” you hear Bucky sigh “I know you’re upset, though, so I promise to make it up to you when I get back, okay?”

That makes you crack a smile. “Okay.”

When the next day rolls around, you take your time getting out of bed. Unfortunately, you had the day off today, which of course you would’ve been happy about under different circumstances. 

You decide to keep yourself busy and do some chores to pass time, but by the time you’re done cleaning every crevice and doing laundry, it’s only four in the afternoon.

At some point, Wanda calls to check up on you and asks if you wanted her and Vision to come over and have dinner with you. Vision was planning on cooking for just the two of them, but he told you he had no problem making more. Although the two of them both repeatedly insisted they didn’t mind making the drive to your place, you declined.

It felt wrong to intrude on a special night like tonight. 

After telling Wanda and Vision that you would just order in, the two of you finally end the call.

You weren’t currently that hungry so you decided to just order something later. You make yourself comfortable on the couch and decide to put on a tv show you’ve been wanting to watch. 

A couple episodes later, you finally start to get hungry, and right when you’re about to place an order, your doorbell rings. You shake your head thinking it was just Vision and Wanda coming to share their food, but as you look through the peephole to see Bucky standing outside holding a bouquet of flowers and a stuffed animal you had been wanting, your heart drops along with your jaw.

You look down at your outfit and contemplate quickly changing, but decide against it.

“Wh-what are you doing here? I thought you had to go on a mission?” you ask when you open the door.

“Surprise!” Bucky greets you with a bright smile. He leans in to give you a kiss, before whispering, “Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart.”

Bucky can see that you’re still shocked and at a loss for words, so he just laughs as he pushes past you and makes his way inside. You close the door behind him and watch as he makes his way into the kitchen and lays the flowers on the counter along with the stuffed animal.

“As much as I’m happy that you’re here, why are you here?” your eyebrows are furrowed as you lean against the counter, your arms folded across your chest. 

Bucky sends you a smirk as he quickly puts the flowers in water before making his way over to you. He places his hands on your waist as closes the distance between you two.

“You didn’t really think that I’d miss our first Valentine’s Day together, did you?”

“I didn’t even think you remembered, I mean you haven’t said anything about it all week,” you tell him.

“Yeah, Wanda told me you were a little upset,” Bucky mentions and your eyes widen.

“What a traitor, she wasn’t supposed to say anything,” you say slightly embarrassed as you look off to the side. Then a thought hits you, and you look back at him. “Wait, did you just come here because of what Wanda told you?”

“No, I was already planning on coming here tonight.”

“But what about your mission?” you ask, still confused.

Bucky smiles. “There never was a mission, doll. I made it up because I wanted to surprise you. You really thought I would spend today with Steve instead of you?”

“...Well, he is your best friend.”

“That’s true,” Bucky nods, grabbing your hands in his and placing kisses on your knuckles, “but, you’re my best girl,” he whispers as he looks into your eyes, causing butterflies in your stomach and your face to heat up.

What were you upset about again?

A chuckle leaves Bucky as he watches you shyly smile as you look away.

“You could’ve at least said something this whole week,” you tell him.

“I know, I know,” he admits, “but I was trying to get everything together.”

“Get what together?” you ask.

Bucky stays silent for a moment as if trying to find the right words to say. Then he says, “I want you to move in with me.”

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches as you stare back at him. “What?”

Maybe you inhaled too many chemicals while cleaning.

“I want you to move in with me,” Bucky repeats. “I know we’ve been dating for less than a year and I completely understand if this is too fast for you, but there’s plenty of room for you at my place and I would be much happier if I was able to have you next to me when I wake up every morning.”

Oh. 

You blink.

“You’re serious?” you ask, even though there's no indication on his face to tell you he’s lying. 

Bucky lets go of your hands to place his on either side of your face. “Completely. Like I said, you’re my best girl.” He watches a smile slowly form on your lips. “So, what do you say?”

“Yes,” you say, and Bucky’s grin grows wider, but you hold your hand up. “Don’t start smiling yet, I wasn’t finished.”

Bucky quickly fixes his face and tries to suppress his excitement. “Of course, continue.”

“I say yes, only if you agree to never pull anything like this ever again.”

“Ever?” Bucky repeats, raising an eyebrow.

“Bucky!” you playfully hit his chest.

“I’m just kidding,” he laughs, leaning in to kiss you. Then he pulls away just enough to murmur against your lips, “I’ll just wait until you forget.”

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi! Hi! Fiesta time requesting to ya and was hoping if can place this ask here. I made sure to read you're rules so if I do somthing wrong then ignore my ask.

So Yautja's know that humans do not have strong instics as they do but they have certain things the Yautja don't have. Like uncanny valley.

So in this, the Yautja is with their human when they suddenly freeze. When they ask their human what's wrong, they don't awnser, just stearing off at somthing that they see. The Yautja can smell the fear and panic off of them.

What does the Yautja do?

Please please please please ignore this if I went aginst you're rules! Have a good day/night

Male Yautja OC (Bako) x male reader

Headcanons

I imagined this as Bako, who was mentioned a few times in my last yautja post, which you can read here.

Bako is a very chill Yautja compared to others. Hes already had multiple offspring and is still in his prime. It gives him a good amount of confidence and comfort in himself.

It also makes him a bit of a tease to his ooman lover, throwing you over his shoulder or just moving you around as he pleased, unless it really annoys you when he does.

He loves the size difference between you as well. You’ll catch him pressing his orange scaled hand against your own every now and then just to look at the difference. Bako always grumbles happily a about it.

But just because he’s more chill than most Yautja doesn’t mean he isn’t as active and aware as everyone else, he’s just great at hiding it behind an easygoing facade. Dating a normal ooman definitely makes him even more on edge and protective.

Hed try to teach you how to at least defend yourself or how to sharpen your instincts enough to protect yourself. You might not be able to kill another yautja in their prime, but you will be able to maul them enough to give you time to get away. Then he will hunt them down and present their skull to you.

Seeing you with a weapon also makes him grumble even more, arms crossed over his chest and his yellow eyes sparkling as he watches you use different firearms. Especially the firearms hes specially kitted for you to fit your hands and size.

If you take an interest in camoflague hed be more than happy to show you too, since hes mastered the art. Even without all his gear, Bako is able to melt into the background with ease after years of practice.

Having a more colorful shade in his scales meant he had to be really good at what he did, or he would have died one way or another. He just has to figure out how to really blend the different colors on your human skin.

But even with all this, Bako is always weary like any Yautja worth their salt should be. This is also why he notices pretty much immediately that you are weirded out or weary about something.

Having a Yautja partner can be pretty damn annoying sometimes with how protective and possessive they’ll be. Even if you guys are walking through what’s supposed to be a peaceful market, you still find Bako almost glued against your back.

Maybe you spot a species that just looks… uncomfortably human. But not really. You know like those ai robots that have skin that doesn’t really fit, or they blink too slowly and more too stiffly.

It makes you freeze for a moment, immediately sending alarm bells ringing inside Bakos head. There should be no reason for you to freeze, his clan had come to this market for years and it should be safe.

But smelling the discomfort and uncomfortable fear from you makes his mandibles flare under his mask, looking down at you for a moment to see where you are looking, before snapping his head in that direction, ready to kill.

Of course, you end up having to hold him back and explain that no, that alien didn’t say or do anything, yes, you were okay. It was just a weird human survival reaction.

You end up having to explain uncanny valley to him, and how once upon a time, humans developed pattern recognition for survival reasons.

This makes sense to Bako after you explain. He mentions something about other species that looked like humans coming to earth, to hunt humans, so of course you guys developed survival instincts against them.

This has you thinking “excuse me, what?” because what did he mean by that. of course, Bako just shrugs and goes “I thought you knew” and keeps you guys moving, as if he didn’t just drop that bomb on you.

Bako keeps being extra protective the rest of the day, as if just the smell of your fear keeps him on edge. Just in case, ya know? What if something jumps out of the shadows at you? You never knew out here. You just have to accept it, and accept all the cuddles later.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

🔀 Max please! Very excited to see where this is going.

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Awesome! Thank you so much!!!

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Buck is in the middle of scooping flour from a bin into a reusable container when he gets the strangest sensation that he’s being watched. He doesn’t know how to explain it. Just a weird tingling down his spine and the feeling he’s being perceived. He looks around the aisles, but doesn’t see anything. There's an older lady scooping ungodly amounts of brown sugar, but that’s about it. 

Buck ignores the sensation, and moves on. 

He pays, compliments the cashier on what appears to be a very nice tattoo, and then heads out to the parking lot. It is in the parking lot that things get weirder. Like, way weirder. 

“HEY!” A man, maybe Bobby’s age or a little older, comes marching across the parking lot, arms crossed, shouting. “HEY, YOU!”

Buck pauses, confused. “Uh, me?”

“YEAH, YOU!” 

“Can I help you?” Buck asks, thoroughly confused.

“Can you… Are you kidding?” The man asks. “You can’t just run out into traffic like that! You could have gotten yourself killed! You could have caused an accident!”

“What?” Buck asks. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you’re pretending it wasn’t you?” The guy laughs bitterly. “You take off your jacket and hat, and what? I’m not supposed to recognize you?”

“I really have no idea what you’re talking about,” Buck says. 

But apprehension is building in his chest. 

“You know what? Fuck you,” the guy says. “You’re gonna hurt someone one day, asshole.”

The man storms away, leaving Buck utterly baffled. 

“What the fuck?” Buck whispers.

He continues towards the Jeep, but the whole thing leaves him feeling unnerved. He knows there’s someone out there that looks like him. Sort of. Could this guy be in California? While on the run? Did he make it here? Did he follow Buck to a bulk foods store and run into traffic? Why would he do that? What is going on? 

Buck sits in the Jeep for several minutes, unsure of how to proceed. He watches. In his mirrors. Out the window. He waits for anything to happen. Anything that might indicate there’s someone watching him. Stalking him. He doesn’t see anything. Not even a shadow out of place.

“Fuck,” he mumbles again. 

He calls Bobby. 

“Hey, Buck,” Bobby answers. “Everything okay?” 

“Uh, I’m-I’m not sure.”

“What’s going on?” 

“Someone just accused me of doing something I didn’t do, but they said they just saw me do it. A-and, in the store, I felt like someone was watching me…”

“Okay, go home. Athena and I will come over. We’ll call Ingram together.” 

“I mean, I-I don’t know for sure that it was him. I could… I could just be paranoid.”

“Maybe,” Bobby agrees. “But we don’t know for sure. Better safe than sorry until we know this guy isn’t dangerous, right?” 

Buck feels slightly embarrassed. He’s a firefighter. He’s big. Strong. Not the sort of person who would usually be afraid of someone coming after them. But right now, he is. He doesn’t know what to expect, and that scares him.

“Okay,” Buck exhales. “Okay, that’s a good idea.”

“We’ll see you soon, alright?” 

“Alright.”

“Be safe.” 

“Thanks, Bobby.” 

🟢

He goes right home. He doesn’t stop for groceries. He watches his back carefully as he carries his bags from his parking spot to the elevator. 

Bobby and Athena arrive many ten minutes later. They bring coffee and pastries. Really, he’s been given so much pity coffee by them lately. He should buy them a gift card or something as a thank you. Sorry my personal disaster is taking up so much of your time, thanks for all the coffees. 

Athena asks him questions. He answers to the best of his ability, but really, he doesn’t have much to tell. Nothing actually happened. The guy who approached him might have been crazy. Or, he could have been a perfectly reasonable man who nearly drove into Buck’s mystery DNA buddy. There’s no way to know.

“Okay,” Athena says after Buck is done explaining what happened. “I think Bobby is right. I think we should call Detective Ingram.”

Buck nods. “Alright. I’ll do whatever you guys want. I just… I hate this.”

“I don’t like it either,” Bobby says. “But you’ve got us, okay?”

Buck nods. 

He feels guilt. They have enough going on without this. 

“Can I buy you guys lunch?” He offers. “There’s a great little German place down the road that delivers, does amazing schnitzel on a bun.”

“Sure,” Bobby smiles. “That would be great.”

Buck orders while Athena places the call. Buck watches her intently once the order goes through. It’s hard to read her sometimes. She’s good at playing it cool, even when she’s stressed. So Buck, as a result, doesn’t know how stressed to be. 

“Hello, Detective Ingram?” Athena says when the call connects. “This is Sergeant Grant.”

Athena’s face remains still, neutral.

“Yes. We think we may have come across your person of interest near a bulk foods store on Washington Boulevard.”

Her eyes narrow. Just a little.

“Well, of course, Detective. But you told Buck to call you if this happened. What is he supposed to do now?”

Buck’s stomach twists with anxiety. What does that mean? Ingram isn’t going to help? He pulled Buck into this mess! Buck’s life was fine before he decided to talk to them! 

“New Hampshire?” Athena says. 

Bobby and Buck exchange a confused look. New Hampshire? What the hell does that mean? 

“Well, alright, Detective,” Athena says, mouth twisting into a frown. “We’ll take that under advisement and keep you in the loop… Thank you… Goodbye.”

“What was that all about?” Bobby asks.

“He’s not sending me to New Hampshire, is he?” Buck asks. “I don’t like winters. It’s better in California.”

“No, you’re staying here,” Athena says. “Ingram is in New Hampshire. Working on another case.”

“What?” Bobby asks. “I thought he just transferred here.”

“So did I,” Athena says.

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Everyone is staring at him, concerned looks on their faces.

“Everything okay, Eddie?” Athena asks, eyes narrowed.

Eddie nods. A lie.

“That’s the birth mother?” Karen asks gently. 

“Yep,” Eddie says, and reaches to take Artie out of the highchair. “He doesn’t need to be around for this.”

Eddie awkwardly pulls Artie - face and hands still covered in blue icing - away from the table and starts walking towards his bedroom. He hears someone call after him, but his head is spinning too much to really process it. He steps into Artie’s room, shuts the door tightly behind him, and holds onto the baby, trying to keep his body from shaking. 

Artie is not happy to be torn away from his party. He writhes in Eddie’s arms. 

“I know, I know,” Eddie says. “I’m sorry I took you from the party.”

“No!” Artie complains. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” Eddie says again. 

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“That’s, uh… That’s sort of how I explained it,” Buck admits. 

“She’s not going to grow up thinking you’re anything different than Shannon and I, right?” Eddie says. 

“I guess… I guess that’s true,” Buck mumbles.

“So, as long as she doesn’t start calling me Eddie, we’re cool,” Eddie says.

“Okay,” Buck says. “Thank you.”

“But your parents,” Eddie changes topic. “Sounds like they still suck?”

“Ugh,” Buck groans. “They couldn’t even pretend they liked me for one evening. Not that they ever could.”

“Well, let’s talk about it.”

Buck sighs. “Yeah, okay. That’s probably what I need.”

[jellofish-plant]

Part 2 – A Familiar Stranger

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader

Summary: A week after your near-death experience in an alley, you’re just trying to enjoy a quiet afternoon at your favorite café. You don’t notice the man sitting in the corner watching you, but he notices you. Jason Todd never expected to run into you again—let alone without you realizing who he is. Now, curiosity gets the better of him, and for some reason, he finds himself wanting to know more about the person he saved.

Warnings: Mentions of past violence, mild language, Jason being a little awkward but still a flirt.

Part 1 || [Masterlist]

Jason wasn’t supposed to be here.

At least, that’s what he told himself as he sat in the corner of the café, pretending to read while his eyes flicked up toward you every so often. He hadn’t planned this. He wasn’t following you. This was just a coincidence.

A weird, really convenient coincidence.

The moment you walked in, Jason recognized you instantly. The last time he saw you, you were terrified, standing in a dark alley while he wiped the floor with the bastards who tried to hurt you. Back then, you were shaken, wide-eyed, and clutching your arms like you were trying to make yourself smaller.

Now? You looked… normal. Like just another person grabbing coffee on a quiet afternoon. You didn’t look over your shoulder, didn’t hesitate when ordering, didn’t have that same tension in your shoulders that people got after a Gotham wake-up call.

And most importantly, you didn’t recognize him.

Jason wasn’t sure why that got to him. Maybe it was the helmet. Maybe it was because he’d been expecting something wary eyes, a second glance, anything. But as far as you knew, he was just some random guy in a leather jacket.

He could’ve let it go. Could’ve stayed in his seat, finished his coffee, and left.

But instead, when you turned away from the counter, he found himself speaking before he could stop himself.

"Kinda weird running into you here, huh?"

You blinked, looking up at him with a polite, confused smile. "Uh… sorry?"

Jason hesitated. Shit. He should’ve thought this through.

He leaned against the counter, playing it cool. "Just meant it’s a small city. You come here often?"

You glanced around like you weren’t sure if he was actually talking to you. "Uh, yeah. It’s my favorite spot."

Jason nodded, taking that in. He had no reason to care, but he filed the information away anyway.

You gave him a curious look, clearly trying to place him. "Do we… know each other?"

Jason smirked. "Maybe in another life."

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. "That’s not vague at all."

He shrugged. "Vague’s kinda my thing."

You tilted your head, studying him now not like you recognized him, but like you were trying to figure out if he was messing with you or just weird.

"Alright, mystery man," you said finally. "Do you always start conversations like this?"

Jason chuckled. "Only when I see someone interesting."

You raised an eyebrow, but he caught the hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

For some reason, that made him want to keep talking.

He still didn’t know why he was doing this. Maybe it was because you weren’t acting like a scared victim. Maybe it was because he had this rare opportunity to interact with someone outside of the Red Hood persona.

Or maybe just maybe he just wanted to know more about you.

And for now, you didn’t need to know that he’d already saved your life once.

[princessfantaghiro]

@verecunda I'm sorry Vera! [Name of my sister, too.😊] And Hi to You. ❤️ I hope i didn't cross your limits somehow...

I propably get a little too emotional, unpleasant and weird, when it comes to my Little Shadowling of Morgoth.😔

I really didn't mean to, and didn't like it in myself, but sometimes it's seems stronger than me. What the love for the fictional characters can do to us! 🫣

And despite everything, I really enjoy reading your thoughts, even if they sting me a little.😅

Tbh, my post wasn't exactly about our conversation...Ok, maybe partly. It was like the last straw on the camel's back. ;) It's hard to me understand how fans can still see Sauron almost purely evil, especially with the new material from ROP...

You are Angbang!Shipper? ☺️Personally I have really strong urge to ship Sau with many characters[cause this twisted deviling is so extremely shipable i swear to God😭]

Tbh I have very mixed feelings about Melkor × Mairon. ;) And i can't decide once and for all how I see the ship. ;)

One day it's seems to be SO GOOD in my eyes, the other days...A little less.;)

But personally enjoy that major headcanon of Angbang!Fans...And all the wonderful fanarts or fanfics.

I am not immune to the idea of ​​the eternal love of Mairon and Melkor, the two Ainur... A love older than the world. Stronger than time and space. One that makes all other Stories of Love pale in comparison...

It's extremely tempting. The vision of Melkor × Mairon, as forbidden relationship...Cursed by the God and Lower gods, but still Existing, live and burning as Flame, no matter what. Even without Blessing of the One...

I try to combine the book!material with ROP.

And I believe Melkor didn't force Mairon to admire/love him. I think it was honest from the both sides. Especially at the beginning...

Later? I see their relationship as some kind of the Duel. There was great love, and there was hate between them. No place for any less feelings than to the extreme.

And as Halbrand/Annatar has his own complaints and grievances...

He said to Galadriel about "living under Morgoth's Fist." He said Celebrimbor about "the cruel Game" with Morgoth...And that it's pains him to treat Tyelpë like his former Master did...I believe he was very honest to Galadriel & Celebrimbor in those moments. That Sauron didn't lie.

Melkor was stronger and older than Him. I can imagine that Mairon saw him as his personal idol. And of course, he fell in love with the mightest Valar. It was easy to Melkor to manipulated Aulë's Apprentice.

Showing him uncredible things Mairon never saw before...

And took him on his side.

Even kidnap Mairon [maybe]? But Mairon ummm...Kind of...wanted that?

And of course, he wanted to be worshiped by the Second after the Highest God?

He liked/loved Melkor's attention, for sure...

But later things propably get worse.

I suppose Melkor could be both: generous in love, even sweet and worshiping to younger maia when he was in really good mood; but very brutal to Mairon when he was angry or dissapointed?

I think Morgoth sometimes couldn't stand Sauron's weakness for other beings...Like Adar. He was madly jealous and Mairon tears from sorrow annoyed him. Just like his failures...He loved to punish him sometimes, saying that "It's all Sauron's fault. That he deserved the pain. "Because he is a monster." And Mairon believed him...

And believed that he must be/get "stronger and taughter". But Sauron never reached Morgoth's expectations in this matters, no matter how hard he tried. He always end broken somehow.

I see Angbang! as a relationship in which Melkor would like to possess Mairon completely. And Mairon was terrified and fascinated by this kind of love at the same time. And that he would be able to respond with exactly the same strength of feeling to Melkor. Mairon who craves love, has always been deprived of it... Because unlike the rest of the Ainur, he saw imperfections in the actions of God, or even in Eru!Himself. The Admirable refused unconditional obedience to the One!God. Refused to be a puppet in the hands of the Great Puppeteer. But he liked the idea of ​​serving the Second after God, Melkor. The One who First showed him love, even if it broke over time...

Sorry, I don't know if you even wanna read this! 😅

PS. How I get here...so off - topic...I don't even know! 😆 I just have so strong urge to say/write about Angbang!😅

I don't like that weird perspective some of the fans...The POV where literally EVERYBODY in Tolkien's Legendarium, including orcs and even Morgoth, are"so poor, miserable, tormented and good&sweet inside...EXCEPT SAURON!!!! HE IS THE ONLY EVIL IN THIS WORLD. HE HAS NO HEART, NO LOVE INSIDE, NO SOUL, NO EMOTIONS [EXCEPT HATE]."

Like everyone else is worthy of love and life, and redemption...But NOT HIM. NOT FUCKING SAURON!!! JUST DIEEE YOU FUCKING IREEDEEMABLE MONSTER!!!".😶‍🌫️

I don't like that point of view. At all.😒😒 😬😬😬 IT'S REALLY AWFUL! Take all the sins/evil of the whole world to the account of one person...Especially when I personally see MANY acts of goodness from ROP!Sauron...🙄

[kil9]

having a dni is alright but I feel like ppl will just ignore it, it's way more effective to just repel the ppl u don't want to associate with by being everything they hate

[gideonisms]

When dykes bite each other

[p0rk-guts]

ill fitting skin

[amity-moonrise]

Your first point makes sense, though I should’ve clarified on what the ableist action is in the original post because it was too general. In my original post I meant ableism towards plurality and systemhood specifically, but yes, some anti endos can be ableist in ways unrelated to plurality and CDD stuff, though I never said that trauma can be used as an excuse, I stated it as an explanation, which is not the same as an excuse. People should be held accountable regardless of trauma or not, we only mentioned it because it’s something that most anti endos struggle with, especially when they also have trauma from endogenic systems. That kind of trauma is not easy to get rid of and it does leave negative consequences, but a good person would understand that and take responsibility for their actions.

Now for your second point, I understand that healthy plurality exists, but being plural in the first place is something that is typically not supposed to happen in the human brain. The only possible ways it could happen is either through childhood trauma while the brain is still developing, or (and this is purely just our educated theory based on what we know about genetics and evolution, so just take it from a hypothetical perspective), mutations that might make someone more likely to be plural regardless of trauma or not, like how theres genes that can determine if someones brain develops as a neurotypical brain or as an autistic brain (apologies for the wording if it sounds weird, its 6 in the morning and I am tired ;-;). Mutations happen all the time, but that doesn’t mean they are always good, and right now, there is no evidence of plurality being affected by genetics, which means that at the moment, it occurs from hinderance in development. When we talk about how plurality is not normal, we mean that the human brain, at the current moment with the research we have, is not meant to develop plurality and handle it in a healthy manner on its own, those are skills that you don’t typically develop because again, your brain usually doesn’t develop them, you develop healthy skills from therapists and professionals.

If your plurality isn’t bothering you and you’re able to live healthy lives without trauma then great, you got it a lot easier than a lot of us, but it doesn’t ignore the fact that plurality is just not really supposed to happen simply because the brain is not programmed to be one by default. If it happens then it happens, but there is a good chance that it is likely the result of hinderance in development, which is why it’s important to get it checked to make sure that it’s not affecting you negatively right now and that it won’t affect you negatively in the future. It’s always good to check for the bad and make sure that what you’re experiencing is actually healthy, so you can rule out disorders and illnesses.

All in all, we probably should have clarified a lot more for our first point on ableism, and as for the second point ad plurality in general, theres still a lot that we don’t know about. Heck I could be wrong about it completely and find out more about how plurality actually existed in history and throughout evolution and how the brain actually develops non traumagenic plurality. We’re open to explore the new science and research that pops up from time to time about plurality, but right now, this is what we know.

It’s just a shame that people aren’t willing to do the research as much due to how stigmatized the whole concept of plurality is in general and also how mental illnesses are typically not studied enough unless it’s disorders that are more known or “popular” in a sense (like BPD, bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety, etc)

(Also on your point on non traumagenic systems relating to CDD systems, if you relate to CDD systems but know that your plurality is fine, then great! We only suggest that you look into it especially if you relate to parts of the CDD systems experience that have nothing to do with alters at all, like dissociation, memory loss, or ptsd episodes, because there could be something else going on)

Ive seen non traumagenic systems online claim to have dealt with ableism regarding their plurality and calling anti endos ableist and sometimes it makes me wonder if they even realize what they’re saying.

Let me point out two very important things…

1, anti endos are not ableist, we’re literally trying to defend our disorder because it’s already stigmatized and demonized a lot by social media and having non traumagenic people associate themselves with us in any remote way makes it harder to convince people to take CDD systems seriously. Yes, some anti endos are rude, mean, and sometimes bullies, and thats not right because people shouldn’t be hurting each other, but you need to understand that the level of trauma systems have been through to even get a CDD is severe (in a subjective standpoint since everyone experiences and processes trauma differently), so when we see people who are like us without the bad parts, without the memory loss or the trauma, we see it as a mockery 90% of the time, as something that invalidates our experiences that we didn’t ask for. Not all traumagenic systems have gone through recovery, which means many will carry negative traits and habits that they picked up from their trauma, us included. We have not gone through any sort of recovery yet and we will make mistakes, it’s just how our disorder is at the moment, but it doesn’t excuse our actions and we should be held accountable if we make a mistake. If you are being harassed by anti endos, then walk away and block the person.

You can’t expect CDD systems to be nice to you, especially when a lot of us have dealt with ableism and trauma from non traumagenic systems. It’s the Internet, if you don’t like something, scroll.

2, if your non traumagenic plurality doesn’t hinder your life and make it difficult to live then it’s not a disability. If it’s something you willed into existence and quite literally asked for (talking about willowgenics and tulpas to some extent) then it’s not a disability. And if it does affect your life negatively then it’s something that you should actually get checked because chances are, you’re probably otherwise traumagenic or deal with something else with similar symptoms. There may not be enough research on CDDs and non traumagenic plurality but if it actually is making your life difficult then you need to seek help, because regardless of your origin, plurality is not normal. Humans are not supposed to have multiple parts/alters because our brains are not meant to handle separate parts that way without leaving negative consequences; at most we are supposed to have a 3 dimensional identity that is still one whole and can change and adapt over time, but also shouldn’t affect your memory, your mental health, or impact your life negatively.

Ableism is hate targeted towards disabled people, which can include autistic people, people with ADHD, people in wheelchairs, people who wear glasses or are legally blind, cane users, nonverbal people, people with personality disorders, people with schizophrenia, and of course, people with a CDD. Every single disabled person will tell you that they did not ask for this disability and would rather be normal instead, because like we said, disabilities impact peoples lives negatively.

If you’re someone who genuinely understands the struggles CDD systems face yet also deal with non traumagenic plurality, then you would know when to not overstep and push CDD systems at their limit. You would know to not misuse medical terms which are meant for CDD systems to use. You would know to look into your plurality and see if it is truly non traumagenic or if it’s an actual disorder or a CDD and get treatment, rather than taking no action on it. You would know to stay away from CDD spaces and not invade them.

Plurality is not studied enough, and theres a good chance that there might be an answer to what causes non traumagenic plurality or what it even is, but regardless of what it is, it is definitely not comparable to a CDD. If you relate more with CDD systems than non traumagenic systems, then you really should look into it.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I have found a beautiful perfect humble rock specimen that is light yellow with a weird dark yellowy brown lining, somewhat resembling a chunk of smoked gouda cheese... effervescent

[insanechayne]

~ ~ ~

[saudebazi]

i want my room super organised and clean but my roommate sucks she's so filthy and pathetic it makes me want to kill myself

[whoblewboobear]

It’s strange, I’m used to hyperfixating hard on things like HARD (beats my 2yr long beetlejuice musical obsession back with a stick) but Starbreaker- not even fantasy high itself took me over to the point of feeling like a teen about. Like I haven’t had this much fun in fandom in years. I haven’t like- interacted with people this much in fandom in years (which is still not enough but if I beat myself up about social interaction again I’ll jump off a cliff)

But there’s never been a concern of like “this obsession won’t fade for a while but it’ll lose popularity” and that’s fine and surprisingly it hasn’t. But it is different. It’s like adapting to it constantly as the thing itself changes even when there are aspects that you’d like to stay the same. Like that ‘I don’t go to this school of thought, but I’ll still take the class bc it’s interesting’ sorta thing.

And then there’s that feeling of WANTING to contribute but the thing has become such a beast that it’s like oooh I’m so out of my depths here.

Also like constantly having to look myself in the eye and be like ‘bitch you don’t have to talk or contribute to EVERYTHING’ and the sooner I accept that and accept that it is what it is, ill miss things, I won’t get enjoyment out of every aspect and every aspect isn’t for me and that that isn’t a bad thing, I’ll stop having moments of feeling weird and out of place. I have my lil corner and that’s okay

[ratatatastic]

for everytime swaggy uses we are the champions in any post i think we need to shoot him with a paintball gun in the back

[digitalcactusblog]

oh man finally gotten to bed after packing hell so IT'S TIME FOR OPAL

opal. is my most MOST dnd pc. by a massive margin. my god. i love them to bits, but they are so much in every possible direction at all times

to summarize them in one quick phrase, you can think of opal as a barbie sephiroth powerpuff girl winter soldier. none of these words belong in one phrase together, yet we've gotten it there anyway!!!!

under the cut bc i expect this to get quite long 😂

god, where do i even start with opal. imagine the platonic ideal of a manic pixie dream girl, add in a touch of airheadedness, then give the entire creation the attention span of a magpie on crack.

that's what opal is like.

opal is also the clone of the princess of the enemy country to the country the party is currently traveling through.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!!!

opal is a top secret government project created as a gift to the royals of that country, a tribute to wizard hubris, and a proof of concept for a devastating military weapon that will win this country the war.

because opal isn't just a clone of the princess (her name is vasya). opal is a marble statue of the princess, carved into shape, then engraved with the magical principles and equations to bring that statue to life. opal wasn't just made to be a genetic clone of vasya. opal was made to be vasya. a complete clone, down to the skills and memories of the original vasya.

imagine, if you will, an army. there are people in it. and people die. people have families they'll never return to, loved ones who'll miss them, and, quite frankly, they're pretty freaking expensive to keep as functional soldiers!

now, i must copy paste the description block for the spell True Polymorph.

"Choose one creature with at least 1 hit point or nonmagical object that you can see within range. You transform the creature into a different creature, the creature into an object, or the object into a creature (the object must be neither worn nor carried by another creature). The transformation lasts for the duration, or until the target drops to 0 hit points or dies. If you concentrate on this spell for the full duration, the transformation becomes permanent."

imagine, if you will. a quick, easy, and cheap way to mass produce True Polymorph, without the need for a high leveled wizard to cast a level 9 spell every time. all you need are a handful of pebbles, and boom, you have sentient, sapient, competent soldiers.

this is what opal was a proof of concept for.

SO, to summarize so far:

peppy, sunny attitude! that's the barbie part

devastating military superweapon person: sephiroth

entirely artificial being, yet extremely cheerful about it: powerpuff girl

devastating SECRET military superweapon. is also from a russian empire-inspired fantasy country: winter soldier

also we named opal's creator after rasputin. yeah, that rasputin. yeah, like ra ra, russia's greatest love machine? yeah, we thought it'd be funny. her name is grigori and she has a lot of problems (opal is the cause of most of them 😊)

anyways, so opal gets created, and is, for all intents and purposes, a carbon copy of vasya. but as a prototype for this weapon, there are still some kinks to work out, one of being that, to maintain the same memories and whatnot as vasya, they need to essentially get regular software updates. but otherwise, perfect vasya clone!

except grigori starts noticing little discrepancies. little anomalies. the clone isn't a perfect vasya clone. the clone is developing a nascent personality—a nascent personality that keeps getting overwritten with every download.

the clone isn't a hollow clone.

the clone is alive.

"my god," grigori says, horrified, "what have i done? i have created life; not in the mundane, mortal way. i once posited myself on par with the gods, and now i have created life, just like they do.

"...i am so fucked."

and so, with that religious and moral crisis in her pocket, grigori decides to steal the clone and scram.

it's time to be fugitives!!!!!

grigori is a genius, if, at this point, a genius with extreme anxiety. and so, grigori has several contingencies ready, on the off chance she needs to bail. the one she goes with now is a classic wizard tower, hidden from prying eyes by magic and a beautiful grotto where no one goes. think tangled, the tower in the grotto that rapunzel lived for most of her life

and during this entire fugitive road trip, without regular downloads from the og vasya herself, the clone's vasya memories start to fade, but their new mannerisms start to stick. and now we have opal, who could not be more different from vasya in demeanour if they fuckin tried

also now, after much work on grigori's part, opal has been true polymorphed (even more) to look like someone entirely different! vasya is a magenta-y purple-y tiefling with tall horns, whereas opal is now a lanky purple drow around the height of vasya's horns. they got to customize their Look heavily (perks of having a high level wizard who can cast ninth level spells regularly).

oh also, chronologically, opal is only 6 years old 😊 when they were 'born,' they were created as the then-teenaged vasya, and while the memories of being vasya has mostly faded (not everything), the rough mental age and whatnot remained the same, so technically opal is like 22? but chronologically 6, so you bet your ass i'm so ready for the day i get to drop that bombshell 😂

OH YEAH and most recently, much to grigori's distress, opal has broken out of the secret wizard tower to go explore the world. it'll be fine grigori i'll be so careful!!!!!!!!!!

(they were not, in fact, careful)

mechanics-wise, opal is an echo knight, and while i'm not yet privy to all the deets (there are discoveries to discover and i can't wait :3) their echoes are like, something something potential versions of opal? mechanically, this just means that every time i summon an echo, i roll on a random table to see what form the echo takes, with some dnd species having higher probabilities to show up. and yes, if i roll tiefling, i then roll a d4 to see if vasya herself shows up. EXTREMELY NERVEWRACKING AND WONDERFUL!!!

also the first time i described how opal looked to the entire party, and that they were wearing a long, black coat with silver buckles all up the front, everyone was like "..............hey olive? is this sephiroth?"

and that was the first time i realized that opal dresses like pirate sephiroth. they even have a scarlet macaw familiar. shoulda named it genesis, methinks. (her name is actually ariadnoula)

GOD WHAT ELSE THERE'S ALREADY SO MUCH

opal is so freaking much i love them. last session they gave the other pc (vae) a minor religious crisis by asking too many questions about the logistics behind death rites. they tried to ambush-slam a flower crown on vae's head and ate shit when he dodged. they impulse-held a woman's hands as she went nuclear and died because they didn't want her to die alone and afraid. one of their life dreams is to swing on a chandelier.

oh also opal may have just started ww2. maybe.

[headofhelios]

when i was a kid the idea of like surprise birthday parties was so like. idk i wanted it and it never happened but now its actually like. gonna happen to me but at a really really bad time when i am going to be very stressed and whatever the surprise thing is will probably make it worse so its like. hmm. early birthday gift of being nauseous with anxiety a month in advance