#it would be nice to all show some support!!

[webslinger-holland]

wait, you write for all thunderbolts?! then id' love to see your take on what bucky, john, and bob's reactions would be if the reader opened her door and she's just wearing some lingerie

Prompt: Bucky, John, and Bob's reaction to seeing you in lingerie

Warning: NSFW Below the Cut 18+ MINORS DNI

Bucky: Navigating the hallways had become a second nature to him. He didn't even have to look where he was going to know the route to your room. He was set to train with your this morning, but your notable absence was a cause for concern. He waited a few extra minutes before ultimately deciding to look for you.

He wasn't mad that you didn't show up, just more concerned at this point. He walked straight up to your door and knocked three times, patiently waiting for you to open the door for him.

"Just wanted to check on you since you didn't show up for training. I just thought—" Bucky began. The door opened so quickly there was very little time for recovery.

You're in a sultry, vintage-inspired crimson set. The bra is delicate lace, unlined but structured, with scalloped edges and thin satin straps. The matching garter belt sits high on your waist with black stockings clipped in, giving it that 1940s pin-up flair he’d absolutely lose his mind over. A sheer red robe, slipping off your shoulders, hints at even more underneath.

He didn’t say anything at first—just stared for a heartbeat longer than necessary, lips parting slightly. He thinks about how good you'd look if your lips were red too.

“You always answer the door like that?” Bucky's lips curved into a mischievous smile.

You send him a smirk. “Only for special guests.”

His eyebrow rose just enough to betray the shift under his cool exterior. He raised a hand to casually lean against the doorway.

"Lucky me," Bucky's husky voice breaths.

You laugh softly and move to shut the door, but he quickly stopped you by putting his hand out.

“Wait.” You pause for him. He looks you up and down once more. "You coming to training or not?"

"Yes, I just overslept my alarm." You explain to him. "Give me two minutes."

"Nice outfit by the way," Bucky teases. You roll your eyes playfully before closing the door in his face.

John: Making his way through the hallways, John was carrying a tablet which showcased the latest mission intel. He scrolled through aimlessly, reading some important pieces of information. He had one destination in mind, which was your room because you were being paired together for this mission.

He was already dressed in his suit and he carried his still-bent shield in the other hand. He stopped at your door and knocked with a lazy fist; his eyes still glued to the screen.

"Wheels up in five," John announced loudly through the door. "It'll be a couple hours before we reach—"

The door opened a lot quicker than he anticipated. When John lifted his head to look at you, his words instantly died on his lips and his brows shot up in surprise.

You're wearing a midnight blue set made from sheer mesh and crushed velvet. The bra dips low in a deep V, with soft velvet cups and crisscross straps above the chest that frame your collarbones. The garters are a matching velvet, hugging your thighs perfectly.

"Phoenix," John finished. His eyes shamelessly rack down your body as if he's drinking it all in. "Holy shit—"

"What?" You look at him innocently.

“If I had known you answered the door like that, I’d have knocked sooner.” John takes one look at you in that rich, royal blue and lets out a low chuckle. It's seductive without even trying — teasing without being delicate.

He leans a shoulder on the doorframe and crosses his arms like he’s ready to stay a while. He's clearly enjoying himself.

“You’re loving this way too much.” You observe with a small shake of your head.

“I mean, I’m a patriot." John shrugs. He sends a flirtatious wink. "I support the troops. Especially when the uniform’s that good.”

"John," you warn him, but he loves when you say his name like that. "You done now?”

"One sec," John holds up a finger to stop you. His eyes drag down the length of your body one last time, trying to commit everything to memory. "Okay. You coming on the mission dressed like that?”

"No," you smile.

John clicks his tongue and turns away defeated. "Too bad."

Bob: It was late in the morning, but Bob had tasked himself with knocking on doors to wake the others up and inform them that Valentina was expecting them downstairs in ten minutes for an 'all team meeting'. He nervously knocks on your door, trying to sound casual but already internally spiraling.

"Hey...uh—" Bob calls through the door, leaning dangerously close. "Valentina said there’s a meeting in ten. We’re all supposed to—”

The door swung open before he finishes. What stands in front of him is the last thing he expected to see, especially this early. It's you wearing some very beautiful lingerie right in front of him.

You're wearing something soft, romantic — a delicate ivory lace set with gold-threaded embroidery that catches the light when you move. A light beige silk robe is draped over your shoulders and the color compliments your skin in a way that makes you look sunlight.

He sees you, stammers a bit, and can’t decide if he should look away or keep memorizing every detail. His eyes go wide. His mouth moves but no sound comes out. Then, all of the sudden, it's like his brain catches up to him.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly and puts his hand over them for good measure. His face turned all pink too.

"Bob?" You ask.

"Listen—" Bob tries, but his voice cracks in betrayal. "I'm not looking. I was looking. I’m not now.”

“You were definitely looking.” You tell him, slightly amused even if he can't see it on your face.

"It’s okay—" Bob attempts to excuse himself. "Y’know what? I’m just gonna—"

He spins on his heel and tries to walk away too fast, bumping into the doorframe. You wince at the contact, but he keeps walking down the hallway blindly nevertheless.

“Meeting! Ten minutes! Bye!” Bob called over his shoulder, still slightly traumatizes and blushing harder than ever.

"You could at least tell me if I look good," you yelled teasingly.

Bob answers back in the distance. “YOU LOOK GREAT!”

[iceemochaa]

I'll Taste You First Then Devour You Whole Later

Remmick X Reader

Summary: You Come home late at night from a party, Unaware that a stranger is following you. Too bad he wont get a warning to what's about to happen. A creature that stalks your home and calls you "Mine" doesn't like it when people try and take what belongs to him.

A/N: It took me 4-5 Days to write this with pure determination and horniness. Thank you to my Remmick’s Freak writers room that showed me that life is truly worth living if Remmick gets to take you in the forest, added with drool and spit swapping. If you notice anything missing in the tags pls don’t be afraid to let me know! If you see grammar mistakes, no you didn't :)

Warning : MDNI, No use of name or Y/n, Reader isnt described, Blood, Slight Blood Play, slight Predator/Prey, Female Reader, Murder, slight sexual harassment (mentioned), Spit eating (with Blood), Possessive!Remmick, choking (slight), Humping if you squint, Remmick Drools as usual, Cursing, Drool Eating, Stalking (mentioned), Remmick is greedy asf (who could blame him?),

Word Count: 2.6k

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 He just killed someone. 

A man who was too busy trying to take what wasn’t his.

You were walking home from a party. Having caught wind of a new Juke joint opening, it only made sense to check it out. You and your merry band of friends who were bursting with excitement got ready that same day - picking out an outfit to wear, makeup that matched. Soon the opening hour was upon you. 

The place was nice, with lights suspended on balconies and a stage filled with instruments of all kinds. The Music was felt deep into the soul and the people who got in knew how to have a grand ole time. You danced and danced until your feet hurt, until your skin got all sweaty and your voice raspy from singing and hollering all night long. Once it got too late the crowd started to die down; People running to get home so they could wake up and catch the early morning. 

Once the music finally started to slow down and the crowd got smaller, You figured it was also time for you to go. So, you bid your friends a farewell. One of them offered to walk you home but You declined. You figured since it was too late nobody would be around, wondering and lurking in the night. Well, maybe except for one but that was an entirely different thing. 

He should have known better than to mess with women walking at night, alone. 

Especially women who have guard dogs waiting for them at home. 

You’re pinned down on the floor . Remmick touching all over you, marking his territory once more because some poor old bastard couldn’t read the “do not enter” sign properly. They got what they wanted. What they deserved. Now there’s multiple large, crankled, slash's deep into their chest, blood pooling from the wound. Their neck has been completely ripped off - the large organ of skin and muscle standing a few feet away from your face but you didn’t care. Not when Remmick was too busy making sure every inch of your body smelled like you again. Like him. 

If an unsuspecting viewer were to walk by they would have thought a rabid dog was mulling you to death. The scene was chaotic and obscene. A dismembered body a few feet away and a poor victim being ravaged by a beast. They would probably scream and shout for help, Ask if you were okay but nobody was coming for you. They never did. 

Not when He was around.  

In a situation like this you would have fought him off. Maybe Use anything to your advantage, grab a rock that was wedged by the tree, take the lonely branch on the side and use it as a weapon -  Like normal people would do to fight off a normal guy but he was not normal. Something that was entirely impossible to be and yet he was. 

“Remmick slow…slow down!” You cry out, gripping Remmicks shoulders for support when he licks a long, fat, strip up against your neck. It's late in the night, nothing but the cold breeze rattling the trees and startling a few birds. The dead stranger almost got you, almost had his way with you. He grabbed you from behind while you were a few feet away from your porch, pulled you close until your body was flushed against his and touched you. Wandering hands searched your skin and mouth pressed against the back of your neck. You screamed, trying your best to pull away from him, tossing your body from side to side but it was short lived when he shoved you towards the ground. 

“Quit it bitch! There aren't anybody up at this hour.” he chuckled, getting down on his knees to forcibly turn you over to your back. 

He wanted to get a real nice look at you, too bad you were going to be the last thing he ever saw. One of the things he ever saw. The moonlight shined against his face and you noticed that he looked familiar. You've seen him before, at the juke joint. He was drowning drink after drink but was short lived when he got kicked out for touching one of your friends. You remember cursing him out, screaming and shoving him out the door along with the bouncer who took notice. He was pissed, arguing that your friend asked for it. 

How stupid can men be? 

If only he had noticed that a creature lingered in the shadows of your porch. One that didn’t take too kindly at having their property be trespassed. 

“Remmick-”

“Can’t, busy. Need you to get rid of that stench you have.” Remmick says, getting in between your legs, in that comfortable position he always liked to be in , making sure his body was close enough. Remmick moves to press his face into you, rubbing his nose against the deep hollow of your neck. Pinning his body fully against your own. You can’t help the way your body reacts, the way he’s got his full weight  on you; Like he wants to get under your skin. No, he Needs to get under your skin. His hands are everywhere - His claws scraping lightly against your arms, legs, anywhere that showed too much skin. Areas that were infected by hands that didn't deserve to touch you. 

He still wasn't satisfied. 

“Remmick you killed someone!” you shout, Shoving his chest back to get his full attention. He didn't budge, he never does.  Too strong, ancient, powerful but he did stop to take you in - leaning back on his hunches,  Eyes searching your form. You weren't sure if he was inspecting you, eyes trailing down slowly and then snapping back to your face. He was frozen, quiet until after a few minutes, When the wind stopped blowing and the cicadas went silent. 

“Does it matter?” 

Your brows raised, confused at first. “Does it matter?...” you quickly repeat after, annoyance building on your tongue, “Yes! You can't have too many people up and go missing in this area cause you get all-”

“He was gonna hurt you…” he growls, a cold bloody hand reaching out to caress your face. His hand is bigger than before ; Longer, claws sharper , Like a predator. An elongated thumb glides against your cheek bone. His hands were rough, frigid and yet he held your face so softly. Careful, like you were fragile glass. 

“He was gonna take you…take what's mine away,” the pad of his thumb rubs along the bottom line of your lips, leaving a small bloody trail, “He was gonna die anyway.”

“...How…How would you have known that?” 

He sneers at your question, Disappointed that you would ask that but most importantly question him. He sighs loudly at that. Fine, he’ll entertain you, for a bit. He doesn't say anything for a short while but he does take note of how you watch him, eyeing the way he pokes his tongue out to lick the presence of blood away on his teeth. He finally decides to speak again. 

He whispers low so only you could hear him as if someone else was among the two of you. There was, he just wasn't alive to hear it. 

 “I could smell it on him,” he says, “Death.”

 The pad of his thumb gets replaced by a long claw, slowly dragged against your lip. He was careful once more; Careful not to prick the soft skin but his eyes were sharp, Dilated until there was nothing but red.  

It sends a shiver down your spine; How sinister he could look and yet moved in a way that was gentle. Ever so considerate of how human you are but soon after he adds in, interrupting the hypnotizing hold he has on you with a hint of amusement on his breath, “I just sped up the process.” 

Then a sudden grind of his groin against your clothed bundle of nerves sends signals to your brain. A pulse that Remmick hears all too easily. 

“Fuck- darlin’, I’m gonna make sure everyone knows you belong to me.“ he mutters under his breath. Talking more to the air, a warning to the universe. A threat.  A small squeak escapes your lips when he reaches under your skirt to bunch them up against your stomach, Warmth bubbling up in your cheeks. 

“W-What… What are you doing?” You ask with a shaky breath. 

Remmick looks at you with those too bright, intense, glowing eyes. Eyes that always manage to pick you apart and somehow put you back together again. He truly did look like a beast right now; drool hanging from his chin, hair rattled, clothes battered from the stranger trying to fight him off and those razor sharp teeth open to the midnight air. He doesn't say anything but his breathing is rapid, low, inhuman sounds deep in his chest. 

He sets his eyes on you, desiring building into his chest,  deciding that what he was going to do was going to be his life's goal. You feel a cold, wet, palm glide up against your thigh and you jolt. 

“Remmick!” you gasp, your leg shifting to the side but his strong grasp holds you down. 

“Shhh, baby, almost done…Just gotta get here too.” 

Blood is dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes locked unto your face. Hovering over your body,  There’s so much blood and drool dripping from his mouth that it starts to pool in between the crevices of your breast. 

“I should’ve known other fools would try and take you away,” he grunts, “Look what you did - what you made me do.” 

“Remmick please…” you whine. 

He pushes up against your body. Grinding his hips down hard, making sure you can feel him through his pants. “You liked that, didn’t you? Me, ripping a man apart cause he tried to take what’s mine?”

You look over once more at the corpse a few feet away. The look of terror still glazed over the man's eyes. The scene wasn't pleasant  to watch, to see a man be torn apart right in front of your eyes but the thought of a creature like that protecting you? Watching over you. Wanted you. How could you ever be ungrateful? Sure, it scared the hell out of you but all of that was forgotten. Head filled with nothing but Remmick and how much he wanted to devour you under the stars. 

If you admit that, tell him you liked it when he killed for you, how you liked that you were the one who made him like this. Well, let's just say you wouldn't make it out alive. So you lie…or atleast try your best. 

“N-No..” You turn your head away so you won't have to look in his eyes, have him see the telltale signs of a lie forming, yearning bleeding into your soul but he pulls your face back. A smirk playing on his mouth. 

“Look at me, sugar.” he says, “Dont lie-”

“I'm not lying-”

“Yes you are.” Before you have time to form another poor, fabricated excuse, Remmick moves with precision. His entire hand wraps around your throat, His claws digging into your skin and yet it did not puncture the vitals or muscles underneath. Careful. Your body leaps, not out of fear- No, far from fear but something much more terrifying.

Excitement.

 What's even more frightening than the thought of you liking what he's done, what he's currently doing to you, is the fact that he knows. 

“Look at the way ur squirming under me,” he laughs, “I can hear your heart racing.” He sits back, watching, observing. Loving the way your body reacts to him. Only him. 

“Tell me you want this,” He demands, “Or…I'll make you beg.” 

“Yes!” You say too loudly, too proudly. Embarrassment washed away with a strong passion to please. To be pleased. There was no use in denying it anymore, Eagerness building on your skin.  Remmick nuzzles his body back onto yours, his face tucked comfortably into your breast. He hums a low sign of approval, the sound seeps through his chest like a purr. Soon after a hiss flees your mouth when You feel a warm, rough, texture lap at the forgotten pool of blood and spit in between the crevices of your breast. His teeth scraping against your skin. He leans back up suddenly, the loss of contact almost makes you cry out. Desperate to feel him once more. Desperate to be wanted. 

He tucks his hand under your chin, lifting to view your face clearer. You looked beautiful like this. Under him, completely at his mercy. Like prey trapped in a predator's teeth. He wants more of you. 

All of you. 

“Open your mouth for me darlin’...” he says softly, nothing but adoration and need in his voice. 

Your body moves on its own, all logic and reasoning thrown out the window.  You obey him so easily, your autonomy completely lost to him. Your tongue lolls out, the cool breeze shrouding  the top of the muscle, anticipation building in your gut. Fuck, you wanted it . Wanted Him. Whatever he could give you.  You watch in a daze as Remmick pulls you closer, maneuvering your mouth right under his. He ghosts his open mouth over yours, slightly open, ready to drip warm trails of the substance right down your tongue. 

He can feel your thighs move to squeeze around his waist, a strong intensity blooming where he's still connected. He makes sure that he builds the mixed fluid along his tongue and lets gravity take its place. The taste was unpleasant and yet you wanted more. It comes out in thick, heavy, globs, flowing right into your mouth. The weight of it makes you gag but the ache you feel on your nerves only grows further. 

He sweetens the deal with locking his lips against yours. No permission needed to enter his tongue into your mouth so he could savor you, relishing the moment; Tasting his own spit, tasting the blood of the poor bastard who’s life was cut short. He tilts his head so he can get in deeper, push in closer, explore further. Your entire being completely, utterly, intoxicating . He makes sure to drag his tongue against the edges of your teeth, leaving nothing in your mouth untouched. The hunger only grows the more he consumes you. 

Hunger was an understatement. 

He was starving.

He only pulls away, reluctantly, when he feels you struggle against him. Your breathing completely fucked up and yet he didnt care. He made you like this, Debauched and panting against his lips; trying your best to catch your breath. He was going to ruin you, that was a fact. 

You think he's done when you feel him shift on his knees, like he was getting ready to scurry off to hunt some poor soul in the night once more. You should have thought better, Should have known better that he was only getting stirred on with every breathless moan and whimper you released into his mouth. 

“M’gonna eat you alive…” He says, the sense of Imminence in the air. Your eyes grow wide, danger prickling the hair on your skin. You should feel afraid, flight or fight should have kicked in and yet it doesn't. There's too many emotions running through you at this very moment; Fear, Danger but worse of all joy. Remmick uses his claws to drag them down your blouse, tearing the fabric in one go. Your chest and stomach are swiftly exposed to the open air. The sense of fear only spurs you on, heat pooling at your core. 

“When I'm done,” Remmick smiles inbetween, looking like a natural predator- scratch that, he Is a predator, “Nobody else will try and take you away from me. I'll make sure of it.” 

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Tag list!: @cherryxhaze

[littlerosetrove]

I've made a post similar to this I'm sure, but I'm going to say it again that Tommy is my favorite partner Buck has ever had. To be clear, this has nothing to do with Tommy being a man. Let me explain.

While Abby was definitely a big milestone and someone transformative for Buck, if you look at it plainly, Abby saw Buck as a nice distraction, a play thing, from her life and not much more. Don't get me wrong, I don't think Abby is a bad person, but she did make some shitty decisions. I think even when it became clear to Abby that Buck wanted more, saw more between them than apparently Abby ever did, well she still ghosted him. The whole relationship was lopsided.

Ali was barely around, in more ways than one, for there to be anything significant said about her. In the end she couldn't handle Bucks job, so she left.

Some folks find entertainment in mess, and I do sometimes as well, but I found zero enjoyment in the mess that was Taylor and Buck. A big reason why is because I love Buck as a character, and all I've ever wanted for him is happiness and for Buck to be comfortable in himself, two things we didn't really get to see when he was with Taylor. It was rather miserable to watch Buck be in an, overall, unhealthy relationship. It was clear from early on they would never last, and still we had to watch their unhappy relationship be dragged around for an entire season. While I'm sure Buck had some happy moments with Taylor, it was never a consistent thing at all. As well, you cannot look my in the eyes and tell me Buck ever felt comfortable to be fully himself in that relationship. I did not find watching two people be generally miserable together interesting.

Natalia was an underwritten character. For me at least, we got so little from her that I could never understand her motivations for things. All I knew was that she was mostly interested in Buck dying, she was uncomfortable with Bucks personal life and background, and so I never understood why she decided to stick around. And then of course we had Buck say in season 7 that he broke up with her because she was really only interested in death, and I think his death specifically. Mm.

When it comes to Tommy, we've never seen such joy, excitement, contentment, ease, and happiness from Buck. We've never seen Buck feel so comfortable to be himself with a partner before Tommy. Tommy accepts Buck for who he is, and loves him anyway. He supports Buck and always comes when Buck needs him. They're playful with each other and clearly just genuinely enjoy each others company. In Bucks previous relationships, so many aspects felt conditional.

Plus, I like Tommy as a character separate from Buck. He's funny, sarcastic (which Buck loves), generous, kind, loyal, caring, smart, brave, scared, patient, gentle, realistic, a dork, empathetic, and I could go on.

Buck and Tommy may be currently broken up, but the show has made it clear that they both still care deeply about each other (hello, Buck is still baking months after the breakup). They're in a "will they, won't they" situation, and I'm choosing to believe they will get back together in season 9. Their biggest issue is miscommunication, which is not an insurmountable hurdle to cross.

[ablobwhowrites]

Due to a quote on the office worker y/n...I now can't help but imagining those old habits dying hard because y/n might believe that they have to pay bills in the cookie world, not realizing the cookies are COMPLETELY caring for em! Cue y/n trying to job search but cookies stop them because they didn't want y/n to ever overwork themselves again...so they try to get y/n into hobbies and/or just relax instead...cue y/n being surprised when no bills show up in their mailbox, only daily positive stuff in the mail and gifts the cookies know y/n would like...heck, maybe even drop off groceries to make sure y/n doesn't have the excuse of 'there's nothing at home to eat' to excuse them downing 3 cup noodles...aaaand petty sure if they see y/n getting themselves cup noodles...cue cookie instantly running up to grab the cup ans turn it into an actual meal via adding meat and other stuff lol!

That's a little off topic...main topic...imagine y/n attempting to skip meals and lie to say they aren't hungry...but the moment their stomach growls, all hell breaks loose! Health cookies trying to offer y/n food...

God forbid their stomach growls around hollyberry...she'd probably stuff em like a turkey, making sure y/n was full.

y/n literally had a crisis when they thought that they needed to pay cookie taxes now but yeah cause how bad the human world was that the cookies wondered how y/n was able to stay healthy for so long and not crack under the pressure. Y/n does deny themselves a lot of luxuries because they were to expensive for y/n and that they never had time to enjoy it and they still have that habit because they quietly see what they want but never actually get it because it's to expensive for them or if their friends wanted to take them on a trip, their boss's always said they needed to get paperwork done and then the deadline for the trip was there but their boss said they don't have leave yet. So y/n never was able to enjoy the nice things in life and this absolutely appalled the cookies who were wealthy and even regular cookies hearing how y/n worked 9 to 5 every day and even on weekends as they couldn't leave the job because how highly profile the company was so it would have ruined y/n if they left (they definitely aren't planning to drag y/n's boss to the cookie world to bascially give them the worse fate known to man or something)

Y/n is also in a mind set of having to work and earn money and they don't understand the meaning of rest as they never had a vacation or weekend off cause they literally worked minimum wage and when I say minimum, I mean minimum dude. So when getting so much stuff it basically overwhelmed y/n as they never had so much nice stuff and oh my God they get a well made house and not a apartment!? It's well furnished and has great heating and cooling!? Y/n thought it was a dream and may or may not had violently slapped themselves to see if it was a dream, it wasn't but it did scare the cookies that they did that. Red velvet cookie also gave them a cake hound as a nice gift and also a guard dog for y/n. Cheesecake cookie takes y/n to the most amazing places that some cookies couldn't afford cause she Is canonically loaded dude and poor y/n is so overwhelmed by how much stuff she gets them and y/n tries to convince Cheesecake not to spend so much on them and this goes for every cookie who is rich or gets them something expensive, poor y/n panics over the price.

the physical health cookies definitely try to keep y/n's dough loose and fit as Dr. Bones Cookie supports this as they will give y/n a doctors note for this. It's basically a schedule that blueberry pie cookie makes for y/n and does have a small notes of when y/n eats and what they need to eat and y/n finds that creepy a bit but they fear blueberry pie cookie cause they saw her angry once and they were forced a whole exercise day with all the athlete cookies and a Dr. Bones Cookie appointment in one day and it was torture for y/n as they worked in a office for so long and on top of the fact they were still new to their cookie body, it was absolutely torture and they never anger Blueberry pie cookie cause she controls y/n schedules cause the other cookies saw how efficient she is and y/n can't change that unless they ask but they don't wanna do another exercise day again. But string cheese cookie always tried to keep y/n's things clean and organized as she is a maid and all, plus fruit punch cookie owns a cafè (I looked at his game description stuff and it does say that.) so y/n is able to be at his cafè for as long as they'd like as he does like the company of y/n and they get to try new drinks that he has.

Y/n was thrown a whole feast by hollyberry and the king and queen of the hollyberry kingdom once cause y/n said they weren't hungry and then the biggest stomach growl was heard and sadly y/n couldn't escape in time cause they had left over on left overs they got to eat and I tell you y/n never had such a full meal in their lives but hey they got some berry juice to take home too. Y/n felt like they ate a whole buffet and y/n tries to not make that mistake anymore even around other cookies as they fear what that might result into.

Also once y/n once wandered about to close to beast yeast as they are a cookie in this world so it's not easy to remember where the fuck everything is and ended up being snatched up by Shadow milk cookie cause of his strings and basically this bastard tied y/n up like a spider so they couldn't run away and he just cuddled with them as he finally has them in his arms until they escaped which he was pissed about that and thinks it pure vanilla cookie who took them. Y/n just chewed on the strings until it broke and ran off. Mystic flour cookie does the same but it scares the shit out of y/n as mystic flour cookie could kill them but doesn't as she likes having y/n around, it's strange for her as she doesn't want to turn y/n into flour yet she knows these emotions can be fleeting. Burning spice cookie just holds onto y/n, like a death grip basically and y/n was a regular as human and this is basically a being with powers who needed to be locked away in a magic prison, the only way y/n escaped that was when Golden cheese cookie came to rescue them. Eternal sugar cookie hasn't gotten a hold of them luckily but soon she will but y/n is safe from her for now.

(But anyways that's it for my yapping session for today! But if you guys like it and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[byebyebuckley]

genuine question, how are bucktommy headed for a reconciliation? yes the helicopter scene was nice and it was nice that tommy helped buck, e.g. them being on better terms after 8.11. but they didn’t interact during the funeral episode, didn’t even look at eachother, and there was no sight or mention of tommy in the last two episodes. we can assume from canon that tommy and buck haven’t interacted at all since 8.16 because if they had interacted and that was meant to signal a future reconciliation, even if it was just one text, we’d have seen it onscreen surely? like, basically tommy canonically didn’t support buck after bobby died and imo that’s shitty of the writers if they are planning a reconciliation, so i don’t think they are. just my opinion though

as a viewer, and as one who watches the show unbiased believe it or not, the writing had purposely left buck and tommy’s relationship open (literally said from oliver himself). there has yet to a be a complete closure between the two. no, they didn’t interact in the funeral episode and honestly why would they? it’s about bobby and the wife and kids he is leaving behind. let alone, we both know buddies would have gone bat shit crazy for adding even a little scene during an emotional episode. also, a moment between buck and tommy wouldn’t feel right squeezed in.

we all know they show is ass when it comes to handling situations whether it’s too quickly or ignoring it for some time or forever. however, that doesn’t mean they are done with bucktommy.

saying it’s canonically that tommy didn’t support buck after bobby’s death is such a reach. you can not sit here and tell me you have never imagined this or that happening between two characters off screen to help the storyline move more smoothly for you since the show did a poor job at doing so. y’all try so hard to discredit tommy and his relationship with buck so much it’s honestly making y’all look desperate. the show thinks the audience would be old enough or at least smart enough to assume tommy was there for buck after we seen tommy feeling buck’s pain ( and pain for himself knowing bobby too!) while looking at buck through that monitor when buck broke down after leaving athena with bobby.

your opinion is your opinion, but let’s not be stupid now.

[belit0]

College boy hcs for obito, shisui and itachi pleaseeeeee

This is out of the HS AU and the Mafia AU, different universe,

DIFFERENT UNIVERSE!!!

Obito

Major: Education or Psychology. Not because it was a lifelong dream, but because he had one good professor and suddenly wanted to be that for someone else.

Has zero sense of time. Shows up late, coffee in one hand, charger hanging out of his hoodie pocket like a tail.

Carries emotional support snacks everywhere. If you look remotely upset, he's offering you a half-crushed granola bar from the bottom of his backpack.

Somehow always involved in campus drama even though he tries to stay out of it. “I swear I was just getting some papers and suddenly there was a breakup happening.”

Stares off during class with the kind of intensity that makes you think he’s solving an emotional crisis. He’s actually thinking about whether fish get bored.

Gets crushes like they’re seasonal allergies—but he’s painfully loyal once it’s real. Has a sixth sense for when you’re stressed, but will offer help in the most awkward way possible.

Very warm, very physical. Leans on your shoulder while texting. Hugs like he means it. Has no idea how charming that is.

Shisui

Major: Political Science, minor in Sociology. He runs for every student election and actually wins because people like him.

Speaks well, dresses well, somehow looks good in those dumb free orientation T-shirts.

You’re never sure if he’s flirting or just being nice. Spoiler: it’s both. Always both.

The guy who gets roped into every group project because “he’s reliable.” Secretly resents it but shows up every time with color-coded notes.

Would bring you coffee without you asking and act like it was no big deal. Meanwhile, he’s been memorizing your order since week two.

Is alarmingly perceptive. Will call you out gently for not sleeping enough. Offers to quiz you for an exam and somehow makes it fun.

Never brags about anything, but his name gets dropped a lot. “Shisui helped me pass stats,” “Shisui got our club funding,” “Shisui knows a guy.”

Smiles with his whole face. Shrugs off compliments but gets a little quiet if you really mean it.

Itachi

Major: Philosophy or Literature. People either worship him or are scared of him. Often both.

Speaks in complete sentences. Has a notes app full of existential questions and grocery lists.

Shows up to class early and leaves last. Somehow never makes a sound opening his laptop.

Always looks like he just came back from an all-nighter. He did. But he also read three novels and wrote a paper that’ll ruin the grading curve.

Not on social media. When asked why, he says something cryptic like, “Too loud.”

If you sit next to him, he’ll let you copy his notes but won’t say much. Then you’ll get a book recommendation in your locker the next day.

Makes dry jokes no one catches until three seconds later. Occasionally says something deadpan that has people wheezing.

Surprisingly polite. Opens doors, hands back your pen, thanks the barista. Doesn't make a show of it—just quietly decent.

If he likes you, he won’t flirt. He’ll just... start showing up more. Your favorite café. Your favorite spot in the library. Then maybe one day he’ll say “You seem tired. I brought tea.” and that’s that.

[bimboficationblues]

inspired by @dorothylarouge, Mass Effect squadmate tier list. I was more interested in talking about squadmates than the other crew members so I just ranked those. I haven't played Andromeda.

S-Tier

Wrex is awesome, a font of pithy one-liners, righteous indignation, bitter hurt, generally likable but with a (justified) mean streak, an excellent tank. His story can end in a lot of narratively interesting, tragic or uplifting, directions if you let it. The "Renegade" conclusion of his story (or the krogan's story more broadly) in ME3 is horrifying, the "Paragon" conclusion is fantastic pulp sci-fi. He's honestly the main reason I bother to replay ME1 at all.

Legion offers a perspective totally unlike any other character in the game and transforms the geth from a totally alien, hostile, and largely flat entity into one of the most interesting and dynamic elements in the Mass Effect setting. As far as AI characters go I think Legion manages to come across really well-rounded. His deadpan humor is funny and he's got a cute-cool design. He's like if WALL-E would shoot your jaw clean off with a sniper rifle!

Thane's placement might be the result of a repressed and since eliminated bisexual streak bubbling up, but like as far as offering a "straight female romantic fantasy" goes he's basically ripped from the page of a cheesy sci-fi romance. "My Amphibian Alien Assassin Lover is a Widower!" But nevertheless I find him an extremely engaging character, although truthfully you get the most out of him as a romance (unlike some other characters). He has an interesting philosophy of life, an intriguing backstory, and a good supporting role in the overall narrative.

Again, possibly me thinking with my heart, but I love what Jack brings to the table. Jack's abrasively bad attitude and explosive biotic power, exquisitely acted by Courtenay Taylor, makes her stand out even amongst the underdog and outlaw cast of ME2. Her backstory is an unbelievably insane A Little Life-esque trauma conga line but Taylor performs it with a lot of pathos to make the character feel grounded in both sincere anger and sincere pain that also does a nice job of hammering home Cerberus's malevolence. Also one of my favorite squadmates mechanically, a glass cannon who sets up devastating combos.

Okay, so Mordin is technically an evil eugenicist mad scientist, which is quite bad. However, he is very fun to watch, and I think ultimately his shift in worldview is convincingly told and well-informed by the hegemonic perspectives of his culture as well as how he conflicts with them. The deepest cut is that only if you are an asshole and try to keep the krogan sterilized, do you get one of the best dramatic readings in the whole series: "I made a mistake."

Tali is very charming, her potential romance is cute, her evolution across the three games from naive pilgrim to bold explorer to somewhat reluctant and conflicted diplomat is probably one of the best supporting character arcs in the game. The quarian/geth conflict ends up being a microcosm for the main overarching conflict of the series so her presence in it as a well-meaning anti-geth type, and seeing that run up against reality, is really engaging. Being a character that only shows up around the halfway points of ME2 and ME3 does make me a little less fond of her, though.

A-Tier

Javik is similar to Legion for me. A man out of time both literally and in personality, he's alien even compared to some of the other cast members, gives a unique (imperially Social-Darwinist) perspective on the main conflict, and is unlikable in an interesting way that Shepard can challenge or reaffirm. He even manages to wring some interesting personality out of Liara through his civilizational condescension.

Grunt is a lot of fun, a krogan without a sense of cultural identity (or a sense of cultural identity that is "artificial"). He's not particularly deep, but he's likably hotheaded and gruff, makes for great comic relief, is well-performed by Dee Bradley Baker, and he fucks up an enemy squad like nobody's business.

Garrus, cop on the edge, is fun and gives good banter, but I think ultimately his status as a fan-favorite limited his narrative potential. The Garrus we meet in ME1 is a renegade cop trying to decide between whether to be more "by-the-book" like his father and society demand of him, or more of a rule-breaking Dirty Harry type. However, Garrus's ultimate character direction across the series isn't really shaped by Shepard in the same way that other characters are. In the third game he professes to "not being a very good turian" because he doesn't follow bad orders, but this isn't actually true. He's got some good stories, and I'm never going to pass up recruiting him, but he's less active in the overall story than I would like.

While I absolutely *despise* the romantic subplot between EDI and Joker that swallows up both characters in the third game, and equally despise the ridiculous big-titted metal chassis that she occupies in that game, EDI is funny, interesting, and provides another distinct synthetic perspective within the series for the characters to bounce off.

B-Tier

Zaeed and Kasumi rate about the same for me: I like them, they are good squadmates, they have interesting backstories and loyalty missions, but their status as DLC characters means they never really get explored as much as everyone else.

Samara's inflexible devotion to justice mixed with her personal demons is interesting, and she's well-written and very distinct from many of the other asari characters in the games. But she's a little cold for my liking and there's never really an opportunity to challenge her code, just one singular opportunity in ME3 to challenge her interpretation of it.

C-Tier

Liara is boring and carried by being the only remotely tolerable love interest in the first game. Sorry! I do like her Shadow Broker storyline but it could have been a lot more in a less-rushed finale.

Of all the tedious "I'm just a reg'lar human soldier...with a chip on my shoulder" characters introduced across the games, Jacob is probably my favorite because he's just a well-meaning dumb guy with Sad About Dad Syndrome. However, everything surrounding his romance plot is terrible and bizarrely racist.

Morinth is practically a non-character but she is at least conceptually interesting, a natural-born hunter of people. Could have done a lot more with her if she was actually allowed to be the "Token Evil Teammate" in a more direct way.

D-Tier

There's a lot to dislike about Miranda (racist, arrogant, cynically cruel, weirdly ogled by the camera, British) but what I really dislike about her is that her edges get sanded off and replaced with nothing. The boldest and best decision the writers could have done was make her a supporting antagonist in Mass Effect 3 (or make that a possible outcome) instead of making up a Definitely Super Cool Cyber-Ninja (OC Do Not Steal) character that has no role but to be annoying and make plot happen. Imagine having to hunt down your indoctrinated former comrade! Or having to talk down your indoctrinated former lover! My favorite Mass Effect characters feel like you can actually influence them to be different; Miranda flips her whole worldview to be on your side, no matter how much of a dick to her you are.

I have nothing to say about Kaidan.

On top of how grating I find having yet another Alliance soldier in the crew - one who is seemingly here to pander to a Call-of-Duty playerset - James is just obnoxious. He really hits on his commanding officer on like his first day. Hate.

Ashley is racist, but also boring and stupid.

[officeobject]

OH MY DOG, THERE'S MORE, CHRISTIAN LUCIFER-HATERS?! LIKE, I AM SHAKING OUT OF JOY!

He is unpleasant to look at, and not as in "he's ugly", but as in "maybe electronics SHOULD'VE destroyed my eyes", so THAT'S a tough thing, and even besides aesthetic stuff for me too, it was hate at first sight - I mean I was already biased against him, but I separate this show so much from Christianity, and I knew Alastor would manipulate him too, but holy shit, I was just rooting for Alastor to beat Lucifer (who IS a bad dad, even if people say "he's good NOW" - like, he was bad when he mattered most), and Lucifer not only has an unbearable personality (that convinces me that any sexual attraction towards him doesn't involve aesthetic attraction, nor to over half his personality), but is the "but he's depressed!" Type, which is seriously annoying, and also reminds me of IRL people in life.

People don't hate him THAT much, but any hate is a joyful reuninuon of validation. It can be hard to think you're seeing things right, when there's fans out there, and the show itself wants you to pick a side in the fight but not hate him in the end, further supported by the characters, which is one of the good things of the Hellaverse critical community.

Furthermore, he was barely there for his kid when she was, you know, a kid (there seriously needs to be a word for "adult who is someone's kid"), which leaves the work to everyone else, and Charlie, as neglected by him, but his issues are somehow suddenly manageable, when he needs something. He THEN played nice, and got into a fight with a resident who she seems to enjoy the company of, who gives affection, just because he's jealous, and proceeds to sing a nepotism song while shoving money and bling bling in her face, pretending like he is or WILL be there, and showing off his epic musical skills. In that song he implies she would've otherwise been worthless if she had been an ordinary demon instead of his crotch-spawn (or maybe I misinterpreted), further showing her dreams, people, etc, down (which is also the conflict of the episode), and keeps propping himself up, also saying that people like him. He doesn't do shit, doesn't go to any responsibilities, and as soon as Charlie is legal and alone, she has to face sudden scary responsibilities she might not want or might not have been prepared for. In the song he also tries to kinda fight the concept of found family, and merely shows off his status and power and biology, with singing that honestly could be better. He dresses bad, but proceeds to strut around, mainly fighting Alastor because he's jealous and enjoys being seen as the best and winning, and wants Charlie's favoritism, not because Alastor is actually seen as a threat nor anything, and decided to try some effort, after hearing a song about how Charlie can relate to having a wish or something. He does no good with what he has to improve Hell, yet dares even calling himself good or a boss, and while yes, Alastor DOES make a "deal", with Charlie, and is rude, manipulative, crosses boundaries, and over all evil, Lucifer does nothing for Hell nor Charlie, ALSO plays on her emotions and all, and just SHOWED UP, acting nice, while Alastor has actual likeable traits, and at least didn't NEGLECT CHARLIE IN HER FUNDAMENTAL YEARS WHILE BEING HER FATHER, and was merely those things mentioned - like, again, he brings up found family (she can CHOOSE to have him as a dad), doesn't brag about the power he does nothing with, and didn't neglect nor manipulate her child self and instead manipulated her as an adult, while also being VISUALLY redeeming - at least in comparison.

As a Christian and Lucifer hater,it feels so healing to see other people hate that Hazbin Hotel abomination who is a "depressed lil baby🥺". I used to be neutral to him at first because I didn't expect people to react to him the way they do,but man...seeing him in episode 5 was "Hate at First Sight" for me and I still wish Alastor kicked his manipulative ass out.

Dude tried to bribe his kid and acts like that one relative who only shows up when they want something,yet he get NOVELS of praise written in his name for being "father of the millennia".

I hope those leaks are true and Lute kills him in cold blood just like he deserves.

WAIT LUTE’S GOING TO KILL HIM? OMG I HOPE SO!!!

[givelightningherharem]

IN CASE YOU GUYS DIDNT KNOW, THERE IS GOING TO BE A SPECIAL MUSIC LIVESTREAM HELD FOR FINAL FANTASY XIII’S ANNIVERSARY!!! IT WOULD BE GREAT TO ALL GO AND SHOW SOME SUPPORT WHILE ALSO VIBE TO SOME OF FFXIII’S BEAUTIFUL SOUNDTRACK!!!!

LINK TO THE STREAM!! NOTE THAT IT WILL BE UNARCHIVED SO IF YOU MISS IT YOU WONT BE ABLE TO SEE IT AGAIN UNLESS THEY MAYBE DECIDE TO REBROADCAST IT!!

[snixx]

multishipping is a superpower you neeeeeeeeeeed to have when you love getting into shitty gay media with found family because OF course they're going to make an incest map of all the characters and your otp will almost definitely not be endgame. of course they're going to pair the main guy and girl together as endgame just because. and I mean you COULD be a hater about it and curse the writers and throw a four year long fit but it's so much more fun when you just make your peace with the fact that this was always going to happen and pretend everyone is in a happy little polycule as they go through 18575879 different pairings you know aren't going to last because fandom and just the experience of being a fan is so much more fun that way!!!

[ilovewaltstrickler]

Ok, so I met Merlin… not sure I like this guy. Not living up to my expectations so far

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

ok i should really be focusing on other stuff rn so i'm not gonna go down the rabbit hole of checking this but like. the whole butcher confrontation, daniel is referred to as arthur's father, right. arthur's fully ready to beg for his life, to put his own on the line for him. daniel is like, completely fine with all of the murder, no i'm sure you had your reasons i know you're a good man. and then it's over and they hug and daniel tries very hard to impart life advice that probably won't stick, it's all very sweet.

anyway fridge thought about that. that definitely looks like two people who have been close for years, right. so that's what everyone present probably assumes, right. like, noel and oscar, or whoever, have no fucking idea how fraught their relationship has been. that would be such a wild fucking discovery. what do you mean earlier that same day was your second conversation in like a decade (the other one was at a funeral.) yknow, the conversation that got cut short bc daniel got fucking shot. how did you speedrun from mutual grudge holding to TAKE ME INSTEAD in the span of like, a few hours. and it's like, well, first you have to understand that family is kind of a complicated issue for us both, on account of basically everyone else we've ever loved is Fucking Dead, so,

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[kosomolski-dolls]

Once again looking into making an account on DOA as selling dolls on insta is getting more and more a hassle. And going through rules and everything allowed and not allowed, I remember why I haven't made an account so far

Just looking at the off topic and banned dolls and I'm like... ? Ok?

3D-printed plastic or printing-type-resin dolls

does that mean ALL 3D printed dolls? What does Printing-Type-Resin Dolls mean? I have 3 Custom sculpted heads from Meeksdoll that are 3D printed in resin. I guess I can't show them then?

Ok, further down they explicitly list "Huli Dolls / ART by Natira dolls 3d-printed plastic/3d-printed resin heads", so I guess the same applies to my Meeksdoll heads. Bummer.

Yepp... even more further down they list

Dolls that are not professionally cast 3D printed dolls even if made of a printable-resin material

idk, this just feels so needlessly limiting? But ok, moving on.

Fen Jie Xian Fairies / Dividing line bjd Possibly made of plastic; questions regarding provenance and material.

?? I have these dolls. They don't feel any different to my other resin dolls? (We're not gonna go into the semantics of plastic here. Resin also is plastic, after all)

Dolls whose bodies do not meet the jointing requirements

This whole list. Like. Seriously. Why? I mean, I get that it's not banned, "just" off topic and you can talk about them in the off topic sections, but just... why? idk. Like I said, seems needlessly limiting.

Dolls that lack consistent proportion, stylization or anatomical detail, or that are not suitable for nude display

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??? What do they mean with consistent proportion?? You could list all Doll Chateau dolls there because their proportions are all over the place?? Stylization? Same thing?? What. Does. That. Mean??

Lack of anatomical detail as well. What about so called "angel bodies", that are basically genderless? This rule makes no sense to me, because it just can mean whatever?

UGH I'm already just into the off topic list and I'm already not keen on joining anymore lol

Moving on to the banned dolls list and I already have beef with that list...

It lists Recast companies alongside artists that are banned from the site for whatever other reason. They may be banned because they were associated with Recasts. They also may be banned because they scammed people, either actively running with their money or taking forever to fullfill their orders. They may be banned because some of their sculpting got a little bit too close to someone else's sculpting (in some cases it's actually very obvious copying, in other cases it's just... listen, there are just so many ways on sculpting the human body in a realistic way).

They ALSO may be banned for stuff like sharing an account or making a second account. I know both is against the rules, but... banning the dolls for it?

AT LEAST give us an explanation on WHY the dolls are banned? Idk, *I* have been in this hobby for close to 10 years now and I know a lot of the drama and the artists, but if I were a newbie and I'd see that list, I'd just assume that all these listed companies/artists are bad because they support recasts or scam people.

Not that they broke a rule that is... whatever tbh??

One of these is not like the other.

And the greatest joke is seing Luo listed as "Taobao Seller", as if he wasn't THE recast culprit out there?? Like, number 1 enemy??

Ugh... I think I'm once again cured by the wish of making an account there. Some of these rules are just so... tiring? Why would you limit yourself so much in enjoying dolls?

[lohstandfound]

ignore this.

learning to shut up when i dont have anything new to say to the discussions my mutuals are having about the treatment of the female characters in this show and fandom

even though ive just gone ahead and rambled in the tags a bunch of bullshit

[sendmyresignation]

finally reading dance of days (thank you ohiolink and oberlin college <3) but my most consistent takeaway thus far. is oh my god. people who think punk is primarily ideological and not subcultural/musical. are so out of touch.