#i’ve actually made another post pointing out how they toned down leon to specifically make him more heterosexual

[hidingoutbackstage]

You wanna know why people “debated about Leon’s sexuality”? It’s because when Ashley propositioned him with sex he turned her down, so that meant he HAD to be gay. There’s an entire offensive meme about it. Come on guys. Think with your brain for once.

[anistarrose]

The Truth About Me and the Truth About You (TAZ Balance One-Shot)

Summary: AU where everything is the same except Tres Horny Boys have the Red Robe’s Stone of Farspeech number.

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: none

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18979621

Title is from Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon! (which I’ve referenced for fic titles before but that was a different fandom so shhhh)

This started off as crack and slowly morphed into angst, which is honestly a pretty good summary of my writing process in general. Inspired by a certain MBMBAM bit, and specifically this post by @mspainttaz!

Edit: now with a Part 2!

Barry doesn’t get a lot of phone calls — hardly even enough to justify owning a Stone of Farspeech in the first place — so it startles him when it vibrates, and a wave of excess magical energy emanates from him and knocks several maps of the moonbase off his desk.

“Hello?” he answers, immediately chiding himself for forgetting to disguise his voice.

“Hi,” Magnus replies cheerfully on the other side of the line. “Is this the Red Robes?”

The wisest course of action by far, Barry knows, would be to simply hang up and block the number — but he’s been so lonely, and it’s so easy to visualize familiar shit-eating grins on his family’s faces…

“Yes,” he replies slowly, careful to will a rasp back into his voice. “This is indeed ‘the Red Robes,’ as you put it.”

On the other end, he hears Taako wheeze in the background as he struggles to muffle a laugh, while Merle hisses: “This just a phone number you can call!”

“Yeah, uh — how, exactly, did you get this number?” Barry asks. If they share it with Lucretia, she might be able to track him this way unless he immediately puts some highly specific wards on the stone —

“Oh, Merle won this scrying bowl thing in the Fantasy Gashapon,” Magnus explains matter-of-factly. “Or at least, I think that’s what it was? Leon wouldn’t tell us because Taako stole his candy, so we had to look it up ourselves — but the point is, we asked it for your number and it just gave it to us!”

“Okay, so only like half of those words mean anything to me —”

“They made the Relics and you’re talking to them on the phone!” Taako chortles in the background, evidently not realizing Barry can hear him. “Their number was on Fantasy Scrying Google!”

Barry sighs. He can only imagine how much the boys’ shenanigans must confuse normal people, who don’t have inexplicably hazy memories of search engines from other planes of existence.

“Does L — does your Director know about this? Does she endorse you… prank-calling me, at this ungodly hour of the morning?”

“Oh yeah… we weren’t supposed to be talking to you, we were? Shit.” Magnus genuinely sounds just a little bit guilty. “You won’t tell her, right?”

Barry almost laughs, because he and Lucretia currently are about as far away from speaking terms as you can get, but he catches himself.

Think, Barry. You can use this.

“I suppose I can keep your secret, Reclaimers,” he rasps, “but I will need something in return.”

He can practically hear Magnus tense up on the other end of the line. “What do you want?”

“Simply a few pieces of information. A question for Taako, actually — where did you find that Umbra Staff?”

“With a dead guy?” There’s a rustling sound, as Taako presumably moves in closer to Magnus’s Stone of Farspeech. “Or a dead lady, I guess you said it was — I thought we went over that last time, in the lab? You amnesiac or something?”

Barry narrowly holds back a retort of Not right now, I’m not. If he had corporeal hands, they would be trembling.

“Yes, we did go over that last time,” he replies, “but you never told me where physically. Which is why I’m asking you again. Is that understood?”

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so?” Taako asks him. “It was — uh, let’s see, near where the gauntlet was! Wave Echo Cave, right?”

“Of course.” Barry had already guessed as much, but his mind is still sent racing — if her Umbra Staff was there, why wasn’t Lup? Even if Taako and the others couldn’t remember her, why hadn’t she been with them? He’d always speculated that her lich form had been trapped at the site of her death somehow, but he’d personally gone back to Wave Echo Cave after the destruction of Phandalin, and there had been no sign of her there — and if she had been able to leave the cave on her own, surely she would have long since found her way back to them…

“Can you tell us who you are yet?” Magnus asks, his familiar voice yanking Barry back to the conversation. It’s just in the nick of time, too — Barry watches his skeletal hands resolidify, his fingertips having nearly dissolved into stray, formless magical sparks.

“Maybe in like… I dunno, seventeen episodes.”

“You said ten episodes last time.”

“Well, I lied. That’s what you get for talking me behind the Director’s back. See ya!”

The second his Stone of Farspeech disconnects, he collapses down into a kneeling position, running through the self-collecting exercises he’s honed over the years of loneliness — counting to ten, thinking back to happier days aboard the Starblaster, shifting his vision into the spectrum in which he can make out thousands of glowing silver threads attached to his robe, stretching up through the roof of his cave and towards the moon. It takes a few minutes, but he feels his magic coalesce into a much more solid, almost tangible form — it seems that talking to the boys was a net positive for his stability in the end.

“If Taako can find your umbrella after all these years, then we’ll find you too eventually, Lup,” he whispers. “I promise.”

***

They don’t trust you. How can you get them to trust you, before…

Barry isn’t pacing, exactly, but he is drifting in wide circles around the perimeter of his cave in basically the best way pacing can be approximated by a lich, hoping for an idea to come to him.

Maybe I should have expected it, with all the ominous warnings I gave them, but if I’d acted more cordial, they might’ve started to remember bits and pieces —

On his desk, his Stone of Farspeech buzzes, and Barry just knows exactly who it’s going to be before even he answers.

“Hey, is this the Red Robes?” Magnus’s voice is quieter this time despite his greeting being almost exactly the same, and there isn’t any muffled laughter in the background either.

“Just the Red Robe,” Barry corrects. “There’s only one of me.”

“I opened the tube,” Magnus whispers.

“Oh.” Barry mentally kicks himself — he’d been so focused on trying to get Magnus to trust him that he forgot all about the tube. “Right. I should have known you would.”

He lets the rasp in his voice dissipate as he goes on — Tres Horny Boys haven’t spoken to his living form in about a year now, anyways. Magnus shouldn’t recognize him. “Do you see now why I asked you not to open it?”

“Can you understand it? I know what I saw — hell, I’m looking at it right now and I can see it just fine, but… I know I’m in a red robe like you, but I can’t think anything else about it. It just all turns to — to static. I can’t think.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

“Do you know why I was in Refuge?”

Barry sighs. “I don’t know if I can tell you. Not ‘cause I’m trying to hide things, but just physically.”

“Is it because of the Voidfish?”

Barry doesn’t say anything.

“I swam in its tank.”

That gets a reaction out of him. “You what?!”

“It showed me there were other voidfish — and then there was a boat, and a — a bunch of moving circles, I think they were supposed to be planes, with a light and this big darker plane —”

“Shit. Magnus, you need — you can’t think about that. You can’t think about what it showed you. If — if certain people find out that you know, then everything — everything we’ve been working for will fall apart —”

“Everything we’ve been working for?” Magnus echoes. It sounds like he’s struggling to form the words — whether due to the static filling his mind, or simply out of sheer disbelief, Barry isn’t sure.

“Oh, no — no, I didn’t mean — ah, fuck, Magnus, it’s gonna seriously damage your brain if you keep up the questions like this. You need to push this all to the back of your mind, and just —”

“Just trust you?”

Magnus still doesn’t trust you. He’ll never trust you — none of them ever will. You’ve ruined everything already, just cut your losses and hang up. Block the number.

He can feel the despair corrupting his form, red sparks leaping down his robed arms — but he can’t hang up, he can’t cut off this line, this lifeline, this bond connecting the two of them, he just can’t. He can only cling to it, and put his faith in his family like always — no matter how little they reciprocate it.

What would Lup do? She’d remember he isn’t in his right mind, but she wouldn’t give up on him, either.

Magnus doesn’t say anything for what feels like an eternity — is he oblivious to Barry’s breakdown? On the verge of a breakdown of his own?

“What do you think about me?” he finally asks.

“Excuse me?” Barry chokes out. His voice has that low hiss in it again — involuntarily this time.

“Like, what kind of person am I? You… you know things about me that I don’t, even I can tell that much, so… what do you think I’m like?”

Barry answers slowly, afraid of saying something that would get blocked by static — or worse, making another slip-up that Magnus can actually process. He doesn’t want to know how Magnus would react to hearing that the Red Robe thinks of him like a brother, no matter how sincere that sentiment is.

“I think that you can be impulsive in ways that are sometimes… frustrating, but you’re also incredibly dedicated to protecting people, and I admire that. That impulsivity and that dedication, they spring from the same well of — the same well of willfulness, I think, that same well that makes you such a fighter. I don’t know if I could have kept going after something like Raven’s Roost —”

The second he hears the words Raven’s Roost out loud, he immediately regrets them. It’s completely true, that losing a loved one and knowing beyond any doubt that he could never get them back would destroy him, both figuratively and literally — but he shouldn’t know about what happened to Magnus, not in that much detail. Nor should he bring up a painful subject like that, especially given what Magnus thinks of him at the moment —

“I will see Julia again one day,” Magnus assures him in a low, confident voice, as if having read his mind. “In the Astral Plane.”

Barry doesn’t let out a literal breath of relief, but is met with a similar sensation as a wave of stability washes over his spectral form. It’s a far better reaction than he’d dared to hope for.

(Should he tell Magnus that Governor Kalen was long dead, quickly and quietly killed by a crimson lightning bolt that neither he nor any of his mercenaries had seen coming before being tossed in a secluded river, body never to be seen again?)

(No. He’ll save that story for if — when — Magnus can remember who he was, when they’ll all be safe and able to finally rest after eleven long, grueling decades. It still feels far away, that day of relaxation, of freedom — but it also seems tantalizingly closer than it did just a few minutes ago, when the familiarity of Magnus’s voice and the stubbornly persistent hope of finding Lup were the only things holding Barry together, and just barely at that.)

“Well, hopefully you won’t end up in the Astral Plane too soon,” he says eventually.

“Yeah, I —” Magnus’s voice is genuinely warm for a moment, but it cuts off quickly. “Shit, I think I woke someone up. I’ll be seeing you again whether I want to or not, won’t I?”

“Take care, Magnus.” Before anyone on the other end of the line can overhear anything incriminating, Barry switches his Stone of Farspeech off.

***

(Thanks for reading, feedback/reblogs are welcomed as always!)

[bnhaimaginesandocs]

OK!! So I’ve been getting a lot of requests about my OCs and I decided I was gonna go ahead and start sharing them!! This is my Main OC, Ruby Sorin!! I also gave her some headcanons about her family and herself below and I hope you guys like her!!! Also here you go @just-maria

Also If you like them please let me know!!! It’s gonna be a long post ya’ll so General Headcanons are under the cut!!

TW: Mentions of Parental death briefly.

FAMILY HEADCANONS

Ruby is actually not from Japan; She is from Romania. But her father, who is one of the top support engineers in the country was offered his dream position to work with Tea Idaten as their main support engineer and he took it. Moving his youngest children with him at around the end of their middle school year (so about 14/15) and encouraged them to enroll in UA.

Their mother, Alessia Castillo-Sorin, passed away when Ruby and her triplets were around 8. She passed from ovarian cancer.

Before she passed, she was a retired side kick from one of the top hero agencies in Romania; her hero name was Shimmer.

Her father, Marcus Sorin, is Quirkless; As is her Three eldest brothers; Dimitri, Jullian and Luciano. 

She has 7 brothers. Only five of them are biological, her brothers Henric and Alfonso are adopted.

She’s the only girl in her family.

Her family is extremely tight knit and they all try to keep in contact with one another at least once a day. They have a family group chat. It gets a little difficult with the time zone differences but they make it work.

Most of her older brothers live in Romania still; some are scattered across Europe. Her second oldest brother; Luciano is a tattoo artist in Barcelona. The oldest twins; Dimitri and Jullian, are detectives in Bucharest who work along Henric and Alfonso’s hero agency.

Ruby is 1/3 of the Sorin Triplets. Her other Triplets are Lance and Leon; Leon is in Class 1-B and Lance is in the support course. The three of them are triple trouble and are extremely close with one another.

Her brothers visit Japan as often as possible to see their youngest siblings. There was at one point in time when they all showed up to the dorms to surprise the triplets. Their tears could have rivaled Izuku’s.

She grew up in a Pagan household!! She can read tarot cards insanely well and it’s something that’s helped her come up with her hero name. 

Out of all the older siblings; Ruby is closest to Luciano and Dimitri.

QUIRK HEADCANONS

Her Quirk is called Shine!! It was her mother’s quirk and she was so happy when she got it. Basically with Shine she can manipulate the light particles around her’s and other’s body! (so long as she is touching them; like holding onto their hand and it has to be skin on skin or it won’t work with another person.) due to this; Ruby’s skin seems to always have a luminescent glow around her skin that she can amp up or tone down. Her brothers like to call her a walking flashlight. 

With her quirk she can move faster than the average person, traveling at short, instantaneous bursts. She can only do this around 10-12 times. And it can only be to a predetermined location. It has been theorized by her and others that she could travel at the speed of light but she refuses to entertain the idea as it could rip apart every atom in her body.

She can also shoot light in concentrated beams from any point in her body. Mainly her hands and feet. She calls it her Lumi-Shoot. 

Her hero name is The Scarlet Witch; mainly because when she uses her lumi shot, it looks almost scarlet in color. Also because of her hair.

Due to her quirk’s main thing of being blinding enemies doesn’t mean Ruby is immune to the effects of the brightness; She actually has to have custom contacts made to help protect her eyes along with her contacts.

Out of all of her brothers; she was the only one to fully inherit her mothers’ quirk. Her brother Lance can only illuminate his hands which is useful for working support; Her brother Leon however inherited their maternal grandmother’s quirk which is manipulating water.

She considered using her mom’s hero name but decided against it. Opting to make her own.

GENERAL HEADCANONS

Ruby’s birthday is May 25th, making her and her brothers Gemini.

She Placed in the top 30 of her entrance exam. 

Her hair is extremely curly and unruly; she has a lot of trouble taming it and it sometimes looks like a “lion’s mane” as her brothers call it.

She is Bisexual and not scared to admit it. Her first crush when she came to UA was Uraraka; she literally couldn’t speak to her with out blushing and it was adorable. Her brothers didn’t let her live it down for a month.

She’s a naturally sweet and very warm person; the kind that you look at and think “oh they can’t possibly have a mean bone in their body” but actually Ruby is extremely sassy and sarcastic; she just tends to keep it to herself and her close friends more often than not. She finds it hilarious when people realize she isn’t as innocent as she seems. 

Also growing up with 7 brothers she learned how to stand up for herself pretty early on so she doesn’t take shit from anyone.

Her favorite colors are Green, Red and Blue. Specifically Emerald, Wine Red and Cobalt Blue.

Her nicknames from her family are Little Lion and Sunshine.

She has a little black cat named Salem and she loves him more than life itself. He moves into the dorms with her and becomes something of Class 1-A’s Mascot along with Koda’s bunny. 

She has Anxiety, Depression and PTSD (the last one mainly from the training camp incident where she was seriously injured); she’s on medication for anxiety and depression but meets with a counselor every other week for therapy.

She reads tarot cards on the side to make some pocket money, but she always gives them for free to her classmates. 

She’s Hellenistic Pagan specifically; a fact she somewhat keeps to herself, but will gladly discuss her religion with anyone if they broach the subject first. Her deities are Aphrodite, Persephone and Hades. She’s even let some people in the class see the altar she has set up in her room when they move into the dorms.

Her favorite teachers are Midnight, Eraserhead and Present Mic in that order. She loves Midnights confidence and fun loving attitude. With Mic it’s because he always makes an effort to help her. And with Eraserhead; it’s because he’s saved her life and also because she can tell he cares deeply for his students.

She’s typically with her brother’s most lunch periods in the support room since Lance is a workaholic and doesn’t know when to stop and take a break. 

Ruby actually gets along pretty well with the Bakusquad and the Dekusquad. Although she’s seen hanging out with the Bakusquad more often than not since she’s super close with Mina.

Her and Mina get along like a house on fire. And when those two are together they’re bound to get in trouble. She also gets along well with Aoyama, finding him to be smarter and more insightful than people really give him credit for. 

She has a small crush on Shinsou

And on Kaminari.

She’s having a dilemma someone help her. 

She and Kaminari also get along super well and she finds him to be hilarious. He also has the same taste in books as her. 

She finds Bakugou more funny than anything else and just laughs at him when he threatens to blow her up. She’s spent years dealing with Jullian, Bakugou is nothing.

She also likes Tokoyami a lot; she finds him to be intriguing.

She has a box full of Polaroid pictures that she took when everyone moved into the dorms and she typically takes a lot of them still. She also owns a record player with a crap ton of records she got from her mom and dad.

She loves vintage things and punk things so her wardrobe can go from cottage core to punk/emo there is no in between.

Her room is very cozy and always smelling of whatever incense she burned that day; most of the time it’s peach and sage. She also has a ton of fairy lights hanging around the room and it’s always just very soothing. She also has a lot of candles. Like a lot. She has a problem.

She smells like pomegranate a lot of the time due to her body spray and sometime really warm like sunlight. 

She’s scary good at Hero History and Hero Law. But she sucks absolute ass at Math.

I’ll add more to her soon!

PEOPLE I SHIP HER WITH

I typically ship her with Denki or Shinsou; Sometimes even as a poly ship.

But i’m open to shipping her with just about everyone.

But Mainly Denki and Shinsou. Because I just think they would be adorable together you know? Purple Emo Boy dating not one bu two Balls of Sunshine? Yes please. Sign me UP!

[noccalula-writes]

What are your favorite games and franchises? Top 5?

OH BOY have I got feelings on this subject. 

Please keep in mind - I’m a storyteller and a writer. I fucking /love/ a good story. I DM a DnD game and my biggest weakness is that I don’t often include enough combat because I am so much more interested in telling a story. So for me, there’s got to be an emotional investment for a game to really land. I also hyperfixate like a motherfucker so I often refuse to pick up new things purely because there’s not enough space in my head for them at the time, so I’m slow getting to things as they come out. 

So, I’m first and foremost a survival horror bitch. I cut my teeth on Parasite Eve before I played any others - my mother scrimped and saved and fought her way through Wal-mart back in like 1998 to get me the original Playstation gaming console and Tekken 2 (which was my first PS game, I played it in an arcade near her barber shop as a child - Tomb Raider 2 was my second). The old Playstation discs at that time came with demos for different games, including Metal Gear Solid, which I replayed until I could have done it in my sleep because poverty meant I wasn’t likely to get another game anytime soon. I mention this because the Parasite Eve trailer used to give me nightmares but I was super, super hooked. 

I am a huge Silent Hill fan. Huge. That is a tragedy I could write a whole ‘nother post about, because as excited as I am to finally get my hands on Death Stranding (again, poverty, so it’ll be another minute before we can get a PS4), we’ll never get another SH game again unless some major reconciliation happens with Kojima and Konami, which is unlikely (and also hard to hope for - I’m happy Kojima now has the creative freedom to go as balls to the wall as he wants). 

I am an equally huge Resident Evil fan. I’ve always maintained that my first fandom was The X Files, but my wife pointed out a few nights ago that my RE love started around the same time in the late 90′s, so now it’s a chicken and egg kind of thing. Point being, it’s either The or One Of my longest lasting fandoms/interests. RE and Silent Hill get compared to one another a lot - RE7 did nothing to help that - but they really are apples and oranges to me. Fruit, sure, but two totally different tones and experiences. 

I’ve been a huge Tomb Raider fan for forever - my first high school boyfriend was loaded and bought me Angel of Darkness to come play at his house and while it was def critically panned, I do recall enjoying it - so that’s been fun to get those games remade with updated graphics. I’ve only played the one but the others are def on The List. 

So now that I’ve talked for an hour, my Top 5 fave games ever - 

#1 - Resident Evil 3 I am beyond jazzed for this remake, and a lot of people in the 90′s complained about RE3′s lack of clear cut boss battles, but I don’t know what they’re talking about. The entire fucking game is a boss battle - Jill vs. Raccoon City, and of course, Nemesis, who used to give my mother nightmares and caused me to sleep with a leaf-stabber by my bed for years. Jill is far and away my favorite protagonist in RE; she’s got a resilience of the spirit that somehow isn’t conflated with naivety, which is uncommon in ‘nice’ female protags. She’s savvy but she’s still kind, and she’s committed as fuck to survival - not to mention, as zealotous a Chris and Jill shipper as I am, she and Carlos had hella chemistry and I’m excited to see where that goes (JD Pardo would have made a fuck of a Carlos Oliviera, btw). It was An Experience and it’s forever at my #1. 

#2 - The Last of Us 

There is no comparison for emotional weight in video games, as far as I’m concerned. SPOILERS if you don’t already know the ending (this game came out in what, 2014?) but to me one of the biggest thing in the game’s favor is that the protagonist made the wrong choice. He had an option to potentially eradicate the cordyceps fungus and maybe save the world, turn the tides back for humanity, and with the weight of the world in the balance, he chose to save Ellie instead. It was, on a global scale, the wrong choice - but it was the human choice. It was the thing that a dad who never properly grieved his dead daughter would do for the surrogate daughter he inherited by accident. As for Ellie, there is no other character quite like her in games, and she’s fucking quality LGBT representation, especially considering how little we see queer children in media. I still cry every time, we play this game twice a year like clockwork and every single time, I still cry. 

#3 - Silent Hill 3 

All of SH’s games will have a special place in my heart - and if you wanna talk shit about Downpour, I’ll meet you in the Denny’s parking lot at 11, you better square the fuck up because I will defend Murphy with fists - but 3 is the best, hands down. I felt like it did the best job of streamlining the series’ ... uhm... somewhat complicated lore into something more understandable. SPOILERS: The villains are horrific - the Missionaries strike fear into my heart every time I play, and Claudia eating a miscarried god fetus to become god herself? Fucked up on a level you rarely see. I suppose if you didn’t catch it in the last sentence - your protag Heather vomits up a fetal god late in the game. Yes, you read that right. The best thing about this game though? Heather. I could climb up my feminist soapbox and talk about Heather as a subversion to video game tropes all fucking day - she’s a nonsexualized teenage girl whose father is killed for her character development. She’s self-sufficient, tough but still vulnerable, and hard as nails in a fight. As I might have mentioned a time or six, she also voluntarily aborts a god because Fuck Your Plans, She’s Got Her Own. 

#4 - Final Fantasy X 

Listen. I don’t know how much of this is because of actually enjoying playing the game and how much of it is emotional attachment. As most of you who follow me know, my mother died when I was sixteen. When I was about fourteen, I dated a rich kid who used to bring his PS2 to our very not-rich house and play games for us to watch - the sort of neophyte version of Watching Guys Play Videogames, if you will, which is another rant for another time. He got a Gamecube specifically so I could play RE Zero and Hunter The Reckoning. He was a neckbeard but he was also desperate to keep me from ditching so he did the smart thing and plied my very poor ass with money and food. The #1 game in the watching roster, though, was FFX - and if you know anything about the game, you know how heavily spirituality features into the story. My mother, very caught up in a very Eastern Philosphy Meets Quantum Physics internal seeking about the nature of things, was hooked from the word Go. She used to sit and watch Trey play for hours - we all did, but having her join us and love it that much? Wonderful. Half my memories of this game are both of us crying - crying when Yuna dances to send the souls, crying when Yuna reveals she’s on a suicide mission, crying when she and Tidus fall in love anyway, crying when she sends her Aeons to die in the final fight, crying over ‘the fayts are waking up’, crying when the big reveal about Auron comes up, crying crying crying. My wife bought it in 2011 and I watched her play through it again and while it suffers from the same issue as all FF games - too much filler and weird battle scenarios - it was cathartic. I miss my mom. 

#5 - Resident Evil 6 

Eat my entire ass. You already knew this was coming. I will defend this game to my grave for the fact that we have complex, interesting narratives surrounding female characters who have actual personalities. Was it perfect? No. Did it take RE out of horror territory and move it more into action? Woefully, yes. Is this series deeply problematic for where it chooses to set down your mostly-white protags and have them kill their way through? Big time. Don’t gloss those facts. But it’s got emotional punch in spades and a few weird character breaks that ended up being kind of brilliant - Chris has been so resiliently relentless in his fight against bioterrorism that a major PTSD break was inevitable. Leon would of course risk life and limb to help Helena, even though she implicated herself in something terrible. The icing on the cake to me was a grown up Sherry Birkin, wide eyed and believing like hell in the fight she thought she was on the right side of and getting knocked down only to get back up. Ada’s entire side campaign was brilliant. I hate some of the control choices they made in this game - the running from the Haos scenes near the end of Chris and Piers’ campaign makes me want to eat my own fist - but so it goes with most RE games (until RE4, moving your protag was like driving a tank). Jake and Sherry are My Unsinkable Ship. There are at least six scenes across this game that never get easier to watch - when the bomb hits the city and the cut scene of the mass infections begin, I still get sick to my stomach - and that, to me, is the mark that this game struck a hell of a chord in terms of storytelling. 

This was long. 

[carey-pricemas]

Dirty Book- Leon Draisaitl (by anon)

Alright y’all! We’ve got a special treat today! I know I said Tyler was next, but a lovely anon (a different one than the other two) sent me this absolutely FABULOUS Leon Draisaitl one! So you get this instead! Now… they said they were unsure about writing it so let’s let them know how great it is, ok? Enjoy!

Warning: smut, sex, smexy time, cursing

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The big warrior leaned over and slowly pressed open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thigh, leading towards-

“Can I offer you two any refreshments?” You slammed your book shut at the sound of the flight attendants voice. Your husband, Leon, gave you a look.

“Just an ice water,” you said in a strangled voice. She looked concerned, but handed you the water, “Thanks. Just had something in my throat.” You took a big drink of the water as if to show that everything was alright. She gave you an unconvinced look, but after serving Leon a glass of wine, moved on.

“What was that about?” Leon asked once she was gone.

“Like I told her, I just had something stuck in my throat.” You shook your hair out and gave a haughty look, trying to sell that it was just that.

“And what was stuck? The lie?”

You feigned indignation. “Leon Draisaitl! I cannot believe you would imply such a thing!”

“Y/N Draisaitl!” He mocked your tone. “We’ve been married for a year and I’ve known you my entire life. I think I know when you’re lying.” He gave a small smirk. “Plus, you tilt your head a bit to the right every time you lie. I caught on when I was 10.”

“Whatever.” You slouched into your first class seat and crossed your arms.

“Are you going to pout now? Hmm?” He used the voice that you took when talking to one of the kindergartners you taught.

You stuck your tongue out and then play punched him in the arm. “Bully.”

“I was just brutally assaulted by my wife…and I’m the bully?”

“You started it!”

“Actually…” He corrected. “Your lie did…and you were lying about?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” You pointedly gestured to his paused screen. “Don’t you have something better to do than harass me?”

Leon raised his eyebrows, but pointedly put his earbuds back in and resumed watching his film. You let out a small sigh of relief and relaxed into your chair. After almost half an hour had passed, you picked up your book again, quickly falling back into the world of hunky alien warriors.

“I don’t want to. I need to.” The warrior growled seductively. “It’s in our DNA to bring pleasure to our mates,” He gave a lascivious smile. “…Especially with our-”

An elbow nudged you pointedly in the side and you jumped about 15 feet in the air. “What?!” you shouted. Your heart was pounding, from both the book you were reading and the scare.

Leon raised both eyebrows. “We’re getting ready to land.” He gave you a once over, “What has gotten into you today?”

“Nothing!” It came out much too fast. In a calmer voice, “I’m just excited to be home.”

Leon looked unconvinced. “Sure.”

“Really!” You said. “Just excited to be back in Edmonton. It means hockey’s almost back!”

Leon was undeterred. “I’ll figure it out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out!” You protested. He gave you a look, but made no comment as you were cleared to exit the plane.

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Once you were both settled back at home, you stayed away from your book. Leon was suspicious enough as it was. After emptying the suitcases and starting the laundry while Leon mowed, the two of you started on dinner despite the early hour. It was barely 6pm in Edmonton, but both of you had spent the past month in Germany…so according to your bodies, it was 2am.

After dinner was over you showered and got comfy in bed while Leon headed to take his own shower. And finally, you pulled your book back out.

She gasped in pleasure as he curled his tongue around her nipple while rolling the other between his fingers. He moved farther down her torso, hot kisses trailing in his wake, before reaching the apex of her thighs.

“Please…” She murmured.

“So beautiful.” He whispered before dragging his tongue down her core. She arched her back in pleasure as he wrapped his lips around her clit. Her orga-

“What are you reading?” Your husband asked, emerging from the bathroom wrapped in just his towel.

“Just a book,” you lied.

Leon narrowed his eyes. “You tilted your head. What are you lying about?”

“Nothing!” Hastily closing the book you placed it on your lap, relieved that it had just a single black rose on the cover instead of a raunchy picture. “It’s just a book.”

“Let me see it.” He held out his hand.

“No!”

He gave a challenging smile. “If it’s just a book why can’t I see it?”

“Because I said so!” You opened your mouth to continue, but were distracted by a drop of water trailing down his chest and abs before being absorbed into where the towel was wrapped around his hips.

“I want to see!” He said reaching for it.

You stood up on the bed, raising the book above your head. “No! It’s mine and I say you can’t look at it.”

“What’s yours is mine according to our wedding vows.” He hooked an arm around your waist, using his height as an unfair advantage, and pulled you off the bed. Then, despite your best efforts, took the book from your hand.

He quickly flipped through the pages, pausing occasionally as he read something. Your face burned brighter as the smirk on his face widened. He finally looked up at you.

“Is this what has gotten you flustered all day?” He waved the book around. “A dirty book?” You snatched it back from his hands and placed it in your bedside drawer.

“Of course not!”

“Does it make you hot to read those dirty words?” He asked, as he invaded your personal space.

“No,” You whispered. You were very aware of the lack of space separating your bodies. And even more aware of the fact that he was in nothing but a towel, while you wore just one of his shirts.

“It doesn’t?” His voice was soft and seductive. He took another step towards you, forcing you to back up until the back of your knees brushed the mattress. “You don’t get wet reading about that? He was licking her…pinching her nipples…”

You shakily inhaled. “Leon…”

“What Baby?” His eyes locked onto yours. “Am I bothering you? I’m just asking some questions about your book.”

“No you’re not!”

“I guess you’re right. I was summarizing. What came next…oh that’s right! She did…and then he slowly slid inside her. All the way in and all the way back out.” He mimed the motion and ground his hips against yours. “He was fuc-”

“Leon!” You whispered breathlessly. “You need to stop!”

“What am I doing?” He asked innocently.

“You know what you’re doing.”

He gave a slow smile. “I’m talking about your book. Your very erotic book. The one you said doesn’t turn you on.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Lie.” He took another step forward and wrapped you in his arms before you fell back onto the bed. “Why are you lying?”

“It’s just a book. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“No…but this does.” And then he covered your mouth with his. Almost immediately the kiss was deepened and your hands moved up to thread in his hair, holding him to you.

He pulled you down onto the bed, still kissing you. His hands were no longer on your waist but had migrated to the hem of your (his) shirt. He quickly lifted it off of you, breaking the kiss.

He looked over your body. “No panties? So bad.” You rolled your eyes, but reattached your lips to his. This time it was your hands that moved, quickly unknotting the towel and pulling it from him.

The kissing turned more frantic as your hand encircled him and he kneaded your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples. His mouth moved along the side of your jaw and down your neck, where he paused at the crook to suck and bite.

“Please Leon. Need you!” You whispered, raising his head back to yours.

He groaned but complied, kissing you again. His hands didn’t stop wandering though. They slid down to your pussy and cupped you before he gently spread your lips and started rubbing around your clit, never quite touching it.

You broke away with a gasp. “Leon!” He continued his ministrations and you squirmed trying to get him to touch you where you needed it.

“What Y/N?”

“I need you to touch me.” You moaned.

“Where? You need to be more specific…you could be talking about anywhere.” His freehand traced your collarbone as if to make a point. “Here?”

“No. Touch my clit, Leon. Please.”

“All you had to do was say so.” He pressed his thumb down on the nub and you almost came right then.

“Need more.” You choked out.

“What do you need? Tell me.”

“In me. I want you in me.” Almost before your words were out of your mouth he was pressing his shaft inside you, proving he needed it just as bad as you. Your hips were flush and he stayed still until you started to squirm and mewl for him to move. He did, pounding into you.

Your orgasm was quickly approaching but just out of reach. Leon reached in between your bodies, never slowing his pace and rubbed your clit. Almost immediately you exploded, seeing stars. You heard him curse above you before pushing in twice more and cumming himself.

He collapsed on top of you, but still managed to brace the majority of his weight on his arms to avoid crushing you. Silently, the two of you basked in post-orgasm bliss. He rolled off of you, but wrapped an arm around your waist until you were spooning, your back to his chest.

“You should read dirty books more often.”  He murmured.

Chuckling, you nodded your head. “I agree 100%.”

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Alright so there you have it! Let us know what you thought! Up next: Tyler Seguin!

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Author Spotlight: QueensPuppet

Welcome back to the spotlight after a brief break*. This week we’re featuring QueensPuppet aka @ragwitch, following a nomiation from @dresupi. Here’s what QP had to say:

01. What about Wintershock as a pairing appeals to you?  

I love that Darcy and Bucky have a lot of room for growth as characters. She has a lot less back story and structure attached to her in canon which makes her so much fun to build up. And Bucky post-fall obviously has a major journey ahead of him. And I love the variety of dynamics you find in their pairing. Everyone writes their relationship a little differently which makes for a delicious wealth of reading material and inspiration.

02. How did you first encounter the pairing?

I think it popped up when I was looking for shieldshock stories. At this point I’m not sure if I actually watched CATWS first, or if I started reading SteeleHoltingOn’s Ice and Fire and then watched the movie. But once I got into wintershock I became way more invested in the fandom as a whole. Tasertricks was a light gateway drug but wintershock made the addiction stick.

03. Do you have any specific Wintershock headcanons?

Bucky likes his head scratched, it has him purring like cat. It’s probably the thing that I’m most aware of carrying from one wintershock fic to the next. And I think I usually write Bucky as an introvert and not just while in Winter Soldier recovery. The more control over himself he regains, the more he quietly enjoys intimidating some of his teammates. I think he wants Darcy, Steve, and Natasha to know that he’s good, he has things covered and he’s happy. And beyond that he gets a tiny bit of amusement from making the others wonder.

In terms of what I read, there aren’t really things that I have firmly enough fixed in my own head that it stops me in my tracks when they’re contradicted in someone else’s story. Getting someone else’s perspective on the familiar characters is the fun part.

04. Do you associate any particular songs with Wintershock? If so, which one?

River by Leon Bridges became a pretty big Bucky/Darcy song for me - it’s sort of a religious absolution/romantic absolution theme but I mostly hear the latter when I listen to it and think of Bucky. It’s super pretty and has a great sway to it too...I’m gonna go listen to it now, actually.

Also, Lewis Takes Action by Owen Pallett for when Darcy and Bucky go on an adventure together which they tend to do in my wintershock long fics. I love me some surrealist fantasy adventure.

05. What Wintershock fic by someone else would you recommend to others to read? What about this fic appeals to you?

In the End She Appears by cuddliestcactus is a WIP that I will wait until the end of the world for. It has Darcy as a Banshee, it’s got amazing world building, and it spreads this incredible AU across a fairly canon timeline. Also, I don’t know how long she’ll end up making it but I think it’s definitely hitting slow-burn territory which is a level I aspire to and fail to meet every time.

And Standing Eight Count by bjorkshirepudding blew my mind. I didn’t even know that I could be so invested in a boxing match scene but I was rabid for that story. Darcy was a total badass in it and Bucky melted me.

06. What kind of Wintershock story would you love to read that hasn’t been written yet by you or others?  

I was joking with a friend about an Empire Records AU.  I would be super into reading that. It’s a movie I know by heart and I’m definitely having a moment with AUs right now. Plus I love a story full of group dynamic with romantic side stories. And banter. Give me all your banter!

I’ve also always wanted to write/read a haunted house story, but I’m honestly not even sure what that would entail. I enjoy writing horror and I love reading supernatural stories. So bring me all your creature fics too!

07. Out of the Wintershock stories you’ve written, which is your favourite, and why?  

Queen of Wonderland. Partly because it’s finished, so I don’t feel guilty about it. Mostly because it’s really bizarre with a lot of non-canon fantasy/sci-fi elements which is my favorite thing to write. But I focused a lot on Darcy’s character development in that story and I was really happy with her arch.

Plus the romance is pretty cute and sexy in that one.

08. Quote a favourite extract from one of your stories. What is it that you like about it?

This is from Queen of Wonderland. I love writing Bucky and Darcy in the middle of action, because I absolutely have a thing for a Bucky who trusts in Darcy’s competency but is also really protective. And I think sexual tension and adrenaline look great on a couple that hasn’t figured out where they stand yet.

“So,” Bucky panted as they ran down a narrow alley in Dublin. “That training’s working out for you.”

“Please don’t talk,” Darcy rasped. “I think I’m dying.”

Bucky swept an arm around her waist and hustled her up a thin set of stairs. It was late and everything was orange in the lamp light. He tucked them around a corner of the landing, pressing her against the wall. Darcy held her breath, her lungs burning and her eyes tearing, as two sets of footsteps ran past their hiding place. Bucky’s right hand was warm on her side, the metal of his left cooling at her neck, probably taking her pulse.

“Are you hurt?” he whispered a minute or so later.

Darcy shook her head, trying to gasp for breath as quietly as possible.

“Easy,” he murmured, splaying his hand over her stomach. She shuddered as she tried to control her breathing. “That’s it. You did good.” He pressed a kiss to her hairline and Darcy gave in to the urge to curl her fingers around the arm holes of his vest and pull him closer to her, burying her face against the skin of his neck.

“Hey,” he soothed. “I’ve got you. Natasha’ll be back on base in a week or so and you’ll be off duty.”

Darcy steadied herself, but decided she liked where she was and Bucky only waited another moment or so before wrapping his arms around her back. He shuffled his feet and then they were one mass together against the wall, his pelvis pressing just below her belly.

“It’s not that I don’t like the adventure,” Darcy said, savoring the flavor of his skin as she breathed. “I just really hate running.”

“For what it’s worth,” Bucky said into her hair, and she could hear the drop in his tone, the quiet growl that hadn’t been there a minute ago, “You’re my favorite mission partner.”

Darcy smiled and they stayed in place there, in the dark on the stairs, bodies twisted up in something between innocent and explicit, until a little old woman grumbled past them to the alley.

*Basically, we ran out of nominations, and your mod was too busy being blindsided by personal crap to keep begging for new ones. So please, please, if you want this feature to keep going, feed me (@latessitrice) names!