#lifechanging. powerful

[parchmentknight]

speedrunning this drawing but im still a day late to hanzo's birthday 😩 but i got so inspired and the original image was just so good:

[bitchthefuck1]

One little detail that I really love about Succession is the fact that it's explicitly confirmed in the show that Kendall, Shiv, and Roman have all been to therapy—and yet they've clearly still never actually processed or confronted the trauma and dysfunction in their lives.

They all acknowledge that on some level they need help and that what's happened to them isn't okay, but they're so deeply invested in the power structures that hurt them that no amount of talking will actually change anything. They can't really confront the reality of their father and what happened to them, because that would mean rejecting the myths they've been raised on and profit off of, and none of them are willing to do that. So the cycle keeps going.

[safesthaveninexistence]

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[lesamis]

a good long while ago @sadpizazz tagged me to list five songs i currently listen to, then tag ten more people - i've discovered some new favourites lately so this was v fun to think about!

the arcadian wild | liar spotify has been really into recommending me a personalized "melancholic mix" lately (thanks) and this song feels like it got stuck on the insides of my eyelids. songs to weep alone at night to. phenomenal bridge.

mcr | hang 'em high when mx way said "that girl's not right in the brain / mass convulsions strike the choir by the grace of god" he did that for me specifically

the trials of cato | gawain one of the coolest songs i've found this year; i really love the quiet (badly mixed lmao) start & the escalation throughout. and the lyrics? "just a small town shame / the land that once you loved is not the same"? thank you kings

joan baez | sad-eyed lady of the lowlands her version of this has a special place in my heart and also i think every song should be at least ten minutes long like, in general

lilli furfaro | empty vessels actually i highly recommend this artist in general bc she has nowhere near the listeners she deserves, but also for the fact that she seems to mostly tweet about critical role in her downtime which is a whole vibe

tagging @starkey, @kazimirov, @gellavonhamster, @byrons, @percybysshes, @bookish-huntress, @campgender, @silverskyy, @larkspurgf & @pyrrhlc if anyone feels like sharing w the class. 🌼

[matrixrry]

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[transxfiles]

if elon musk ever tried to put a chip in my brain i'd end up killing either him or myself. one of us has to die for that.

[rozecrest]

zami: a new spelling of my name became my favorite book almost instantly it’s just a spectacular and wise and intentional weaving of the narratives of a life. everyone should read it but especially black caribbean lesbians it is a biomythography (audre lorde’s own term!) that gives language to so many experiences that resonate with our identity intersections which is so valuable in art to me

[lovethiyonawan]

Graciously Confirmed!!! Pastor @jeffiyonawan, our esteemed 'Interactive Guest'💃🕺 Please come with very high expectations... . Because, they shall not be cut off. And there will be swift Manifestations!!! It is 5Days before the LIVE YOUR LIFE Int'l-Valentine's Edition Tagged -What Love is Not. *FREE ENTRY. FREE GIFTS FOR ALL! Sunday,12th February 2023. Red Carpet 2pm. Main Event 3pm, @rickrexeventcity. #liveyourlife #valentineedition #lifeasordainedbyGod #lifebythewordandSpirit #mentoring #power #lifechanging #truths #restoration #marriedand singles #menandwomen @liveyourlifeint @lovethiyonawan https://www.instagram.com/p/CoWzL3eIB-P/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[colbyheartland]

I loved when okarun wore momo's clothes, it was one of my favorite scenes despite how underrated it was. Another understated thing I liked was when Okarun did the mouth to mouth without any complaint. Momo is consistently badass and I love her so much. I rewatch episode 4 just for the scene where Momo is about to grab the train with her powers and the palette just turns gold, and you can see the sunset and oh my gosh it's just… mwah! I also love how Turbo Granny stopped the serpo from probing Momo in the first episode? Because I realized that on rewatch after Seika explained about Turbo Granny's backstory–she went to Momo to protect her. It was subtle, and like some of the show's best moments, suuuper understated. Like I've only seen it mentioned a few times but its one of my favorite parts of the show's construction. I can't wait for Episode 8. :D

Yes yes yes to all of that!!! More things I love where it’s just “hey people are complicated and here are characters that reflect that” like Aira got some lifechanging trauma that episode and I can’t wait to see where that goes for her. I don’t expect her personality to totally flip or anything because that’s not how people grow and change and it’s not good character development to just “fix” her. But at heart she really is a silly highschool girl who thought she was the center of the universe (because she was trying so hard to be) and got some reality crashing down on her in a pretty brutal way.

And again the CPR scene, in other anime’s there would have been blushing and protesting but in dandadan it’s “oh god oh god we have to try and save this girls life” it’s treated as the medical procedure it is rather than “kissing” which contrasts nicely with Okarun and Momo’s actual accidental kiss. It was more a painful smash of their faces together but it embarrasses her and becomes more because Okarun and her actually know and like each other. She didn’t even really think that hard about how it could be considered a kiss at first because “ow we just smashed faces together and FINALLY I found you so we can talk” it’s only later that she gets embarrassed. And she gets embarrassed BECAUSE she’s starting to like Okarun even if they’re just friends right now.

[diasphoriaaa]

raeda literally has it all: instant chemistry to childhood best friends to lovers to exes to finding each other and sacrificing yourself for each other in the war to lovers again they’re a jockgremlin4nerdwithrizz couple theyre milf + stepdilf they’re the most powerful couple around they’re old and eda’s disabled and there’s monsterfucking like what more could u want!!!

feeling so rabid abt them but i don’t know how to find other ppl to yell abt them with! like!!!! lifechanging!!!

[raguonmynieceandnephew]

I fucking love Shadowlands and I am tired of being silent

This is probably gonna be long. TL;DR at the end.

Look, Shadowlands is the second worst expansion this game has ever shipped, besides WoD. I know this is a WILD opening sentence for a defense argument, but I am a romantic, not fucking delusional. This is a fact. Point blank period. The content drought was absurd, the legendary system was completely fucked, the maw in general, the lore reduced Arthas and Garrosh quite literally to dust, The Jailer as the main villain and FUCKING THORGAST, the overall alt unfriendliness, borrowed power cranked to a million, and I have expressed how much of a fucking joke I think putting Pelagos as the new Arbriter was.

It was bad.

This has been stablished, not just by me, but by the entirety of the wow community.

But even though I agree, all these things made the game worse, I still enjoyed my experience, and I have a positive outlook on the expansion overall, which seems to be the greatest sin a World of Warcraft player can commit: I liked Shadowlands. I dare to say I liked it more than I did Dragonflight, if I think really hard about it.

You simply cannot say you liked Shadowlands in the any circle of the WoW community online, from what I have seen. I remember Kraken Latte put it in first place in a rank she made of all expansions and got shit on for days on twitter, with people failing to see what she saw in the game.

Now, I feel like I have pointlessly yapping till now, so without further ado, here are some of the Shadowlands features i like the most:

1 - THREADS OF FATE

I am a simple man, who likes to do 2 things in wow: Mythic+ and leveling. That is pretty much it. I don't PvP, I rarely raid and I occasionally indulge in RPing as a Tidesage on Moonguard. And let me tell you, this baby right here was lifechanging.

Threads of Fate is by far, the single best feature (before Warbands, lol) in my entire World of Warcraft experience. I loved it. I loved it dearly. I don't think I have ever had so much fun leveling 60-70 through Revendreth and Ardenweald with ToF. I still have the route I took memorized, it was SO good. So many bonus objectives back to back to back, world quests and that goddamn gorgeous blue forest had the FATTEST questing hubs in the game.

I was so excited to play this combined with Chromie Time, like IT WAS ON BETA, until it was ruthlessly taken away from me for no goddamn reason AT ALL. Like, what the actual fuck blizzard. Y'all don't understand how delightful it would have been to level like that in ardenweald in the mid thirty levels, right after clearing Loch Modan (or the Silverspine and Hillsbrad, for horde). I barely touched SL since it got removed.

BRING IT BACK BLIZZARD, I AM BEGGING YOU, JUST DO THIS ONE SOLID FOR ME.

2 - COVENANT CALLINGS

Speaking of features I thoroughly enjoyed that were pried from my hands, we have the best iteration of daily quests this game has ever had. They actually worked as good dailies that gave actual gold, was a good reliable source of reputation and was amazing for anima and cosmetics.

This + the recent nerfs to the Dragonracing WQs make me feel like blizzard doesn't like when players make their gold independently, like, jesus christ not all of us have time to be profession moguls.

3 - THE 4 ZONES

What inspired this post was the fact that SL raids are now on legacy loot (if you didn't know, now you do) and I had to go to Bastion to buy the weapons with the thingy that drops from Nathria and...look at this. Just look at this.

This place is one of the most beautiful things this game has to offer. Like, the entire zone is gorgeous byt seeing this for the first time since DF came out legit moved me bro, LOOK AT IT.

And while the covenants were kind of a shit show gameplay-wise, in EVERY SINGLE OTHER ASPECT, it was a 10/10 feature, argue with your mom. Aesthetics, themes, everything, simply gorgeous. Also, it got bonus points from me bcs i really do not like to use training dummies in current expansions because of the sheer amount of people blasting them at any given time, so each covenant having their own Dummy Room, was a ++++ for me.

4 - THE NECROLORDS OF MALDRAXXUS

The Necrolords were the best covenant, their campaign was the best and their characters were the best. Like, come on now.

Draka? Mother. Vashj? Mother. Emeni? Mother. Sin'dane? Mother Stradama? Grandmother. Like, are you kidding me? I know lore was one of the Weakest points of SL overall, but you are insane if you include anything involving these guys. Even the Korthia campaign was enjoyable when they had the spotlight. And I only listed the female characters lmao, don't forget The Primus, Krexus's meme death, the five houses, Morgraine, Grahmal, Marileth, like C'MON!

5 - THE DUNGEONS

Except for the Theater of Pain, and arguably the De Other Side (I personaly love it), Shadowlands has the best overall roster of dungeons in the entire game.

Sanguine Dephts is, in my opinion the second best dungeon in WoW, period, behind only Freehold, Tazavesh is the best Mega Dungeon they ever made. Mists is a banger, Plaguefall is a banger except for the tentacles, Halls of Atonement, Spires (controversial take, ik), Necrotic Wake is amazing, like, you can say whatever you want about SL, but you cannot talk shit about its dungeon design.

Except ToP.

Fuck ToP.

Now, it's getting late so imma speedrun the rest of the items:

6 - COSMETICS

SL changed the transmog game, and all cosmetics from it (all the mounts and sets from all sources) look phenomenal, and if you disagree you are simply lying to yourself.

7 - ZERETH MORTIS

The zone was good and had tons of stuff to do and collect, plus, the introduction to the Catalysts was a plus.

also, nothing will be funnier than Taelia fucking Fordragon being the talking quest bubble for WQs in THE REALM OF ULTRA DEATH

8 - RAIDS

CN: Vibes? Immaculate. SoD: Horrible systems, cool mechanics SoFO: Cool systems, mid mechanics overall a positive for me

9 - CHARACTERS

Already mentioned a lot of characters from Maldraxxus, here are my other faves: Lady Moonberry, the gay unicorm, Denathrius, Theothar, basically ever steward, The Accuser, Kael'thas, General Draven, Remornia and many more.

There are probably more reasons to list to justify my love for SL despite all the bad it has in it, but I simply do not have the mental fuel to keep going rn, i need sleep.

TL;DR: I like Shadowlands despite it being bad and would appreciate it if ppl didn't throw a fit everytime someone talks about it in any sort of positive light. I then listed Threads of Fate, Callings, the first 4 zones, dungeon design, the fuckton of collectibles, characters and the beginning of the shift in game philosophy as positive and valid reasons to be a SL enjoyer.

[call-me-doll-face]

WARNING: Dark bucky barnes, sexual themes, violence, 18+

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so I apologize for no page break. Will be fixed when I have access to my computer ❤️

ME AND THE DEVIL:

I know you do not usually seek out men like him. In fact, someone smart would avoid the likes of him at all costs. Someone smart would find other means of getting what she wants; what she needs. Other alternatives. However most people would not call me smart. Would say I am easy, I am gullible, I am pathetic. However, I guess desperation can change your point of view, because I started thinking something on the wrong side of crazy.

I started thinking he could be my salvation.

Getting his attention was not difficult, unbelievably. Men like him want what they cannot have. Something unexpected, something exciting, lifechanging.

So, what do you give a man that has everything? Sex? That is almost laughable. He could have any women he wanted. They practically worship the ground he walks on.

Money? That thought is even worse. You can tell that he is drowning in it. Has more than any one man should.

Friendship? It is a nice thought, but he would never trust it. Never let you close enough to even try.

No... I gave him a chase. I let him see me in the seedy club that he frequents. Let his eyes skim the skimpy little black dress I wore just for him; then just when he had almost had his fill, I would take it away. Disappear into the crowd.

This little game of ours carried on for longer than I would have liked. It became a dance of sorts, our game of cat and mouse. Until I finally let him catch me.

I finally let him have me; let him control my very being. The act brings me more pleasure than I can handle, this big strong man consuming me body and soul. The power that came with submitting to him....

Slowly, I realized there was more to him than the man everyone hated and feared. There was compassion, empathy, and a heart filled to the brim with love.

That love wrapped around my heart and anchored me. Gave me a sense of safety I hadn't felt in a long, long time.

Over time, I felt bad for what I was doing to him, wanting to find a way to explain it all to him. Find a way to ask him to help me instead of trying to coerce it out of him.... I wanted him willing...

But he found me out before I got the chance.

We stand across from each other, backs pressed against walls and trading accusatory glances.

Bucky is furious, face tense and his jaw clenching. Brows are furrowed over narrowed eyes, making him look fierce, intimidating.

I can tell he wants to say something to me, wants to lash out, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just grits his teeth and snarls at me, which makes him seem even more menacing. A shiver of excitement runs through me at the strength and power of the man before me, curling around my spine and drawing me to him like a moth drawn to a flame.

Any sane person would be terrified, but not me. After all this time I know without a doubt James Buchanan Barnes would never harm me; would bet my life on it.

As I take a step towards him, I notice his back straightened, icy blue eyes throwing up a wall, guarding himself and his emotions from me. Too late, as I’d seen the pain and betrayal there. My heart cracks at it.

I had done that. I had put that look on this untouchable man's face. I’d hurt him, betrayed him, ruined him.

More than anything I want to fix it.

“Bucky... James... Please let me explain.” My voice is a soft plea, brown eyes begging as I take another step towards the man I had come to love.

This impossibly strong and stubborn man who had changed everything.

Broad shoulders slump in defeat at my tone, face downcast and eyes dull. He is closing off from me, but I will not let him. No.

Finally stepping before him, I let my hand cup his face gently. My thumb gently rubs at the corner of his mouth that had turned down slightly. Those eyes squeeze tight at my touch, face leaning into my hand desperately.

“Tell me it was real. Please tell me it was real. You weren't using me.” He begs, voice wavering with emotion and my heart breaks further. Lips trembling, I press my body closer to him, cupping his face and pressing my forehead to his.

“I love you... I love you buck; I love you.”

Lips meet mine desperately, hands gripping my back and pulling me flush to his hard body.

He is devouring me, drinking me in. His tongue licks at the seam of my lips and I instantly grant him access, whimpering when it snakes into my mouth and dances with mine.

“Say it. Please. Please say it.” The words are spoken against my mouth, hand sliding up to grip the nape of my neck firmly, demanding I give in to him. Blue eyes search mine as if trying to see right through me, trying to see into my very soul.

Was I sent to destroy him? Was I some cruel means to an end? Someone to break down his barriers, strip him of his armor and lay him out to dry? Leave him to his enemies to rip apart as they see fit?

Our breathes mingle, so close its hard to tell where one ends, and one begins. He is engulfing my very existence; I’ve never been more willing to drown.

My belly flutters with anxiousness as I will myself to give in, to trust that he will believe and understand me. Closing my eyes briefly I let a soft sigh leave my parted lips; let the tip of my tongue dart out to wet my bottom lip before gathering the courage to face him head on once again.

“I will tell you everything. Every single detail, all you have to do is ask. But right now, you must know that this, this thing between us, is one of the scariest yet realist things I have ever known. I wasn’t supposed to love you. I was never supposed to care for you the way I do now, but God do I.” his chest deflates with a shaky exhale at my words, the waft of air moving the loose strands of hair out of my face. “James- “ reaching up I cup the back of his head, caressing the soft brown hair there. “I want to be with you. I want to stay WITH you. I do not want to run from my problems anymore. I want to burn them to the ground and build a life with you.”

“But?” He mumbles, nuzzling against the side of my face.

“But…- “here we go. This will make or break whatever this is. “But my ex is a bad man.” Bucky’s body tenses at the mention of another man, pulling away to give me his full attention. “He is a bad man, and buck, he has my daughter. He has my daughter, and he wanted your money, and I could not let him hurt her.”

The more I talk the more panicked I feel. Its like word vomit, I cannot stop until I have gotten all of it out. My breathing quickens, chest starts to hurt with the stress of it as tears gather on my lash line, causing buck to become blurry.

“He told me he’d hurt her if I didn’t do exactly as he said. Oh god buck, she is only four years old.” A choked sob escapes from me, my hand reaching up to cover my mouth as a tear breaks free. Bucky just stands there, staring at me in shock as I drone on. “I know he will follow through if I disappoint him. He’s hurt the both of us more times than I can count already. His best friend is a police officer, so nobody had believed me when I’d tried to get help, it had only made things worse. I didn't have a choice.” I am full on crying now, body wracking with sobs as I hold myself, trying to keep myself together.

a variety of different emotions fleet across Bucky’s face before he finally settles on rage. It sets in his shoulders, fists clenching at his sides before shoving past me and out the door, walls slamming with the force of it shutting.

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I had thought that was that. That he was done with me. I went to the little sketchy hotel room I’d rented in case things went south, curled onto the bed I don’t like to think too much about, and sobbed. I sobbed until exhaustion took hold and drug me under.

Coming to felt even worse. My eyes had crusted shut from all the tears and my head throbbed with a migraine that almost cripples me.

It could have been hours, days for all I knew. I just didn’t care.

Just as I go to roll over in an attempt to go back to sleep the door to the room bursts open and there he is. There he is, covered in blood and practically dragging Gabe in by the back of his shirt.

“Bucky! Are you okay!” I gasp, jumping to my feet and rushing to him, terrified that some of the copious mounts of blood could be his.

Grunting he lets Gabe fall to the ground unceremoniously before engulfing me in a bone crushing hug. “I’m all right doll. Had some business I needed to take care of. I’m all right.”

I cling to him, letting the familiar scent of leather and gunpowder wash over me and calm my nerves. “I thought you were gone. That you’d left me.” My bottom lip wobbles, and he pulls back, cupping my jaw gently with his metal hand, thumb running over my lip to soothe it.

“I’m never leaving you, doll. I’m yours just as much as you are mine. But I will not have you without her.” It takes my mind a moment to process his words, but when it does my heart soars, eyes watering for a completely different reason than earlier.

“She- she’s here?”

“She is.” He quickly grabs my shoulders to prevent me from rushing past him and out the door, stops me from going to her. As if sensing the words of protest bubbling up, he gives me a stern look and I swallow them down with a frown. “First, business.” He indicates what said business is with a sharp kick to Gabe’s side, pulling a grunt from the other man.

“Y-you stupid whore. Couldn’t even do one damn thing right.” Gabe snarls with labored breath, drawing up onto his hands and knees with a pained groan. Blonde hair that is usually kept impeccable falls over his bruised and battered face in a greasy mess. Green eyes, red from busted blood vessels shoot up to glare at me.

Bucky remains quiet, yet I can feel his silent rage filling the room and choking us. I wait for the eruption, the blow up I know will come, but to my surprise he just clasps his hands together and moves to stand slightly behind me.

It dawns on me that this powerful man that everyone fears is giving me, little old nobody me, the lead. He’s letting me decide what happens to the man that tormented me and my daughter for years. Bucky is letting me take justice into my own hands.

When I turn uncertain eyes on him, he gives me the slightest dip of his chin, eyes shining with encouragement. “Burn them to the ground, then build a life.” They’re the softest words he’s ever spoken to me, and they give me all the confidence I need.

A humored laugh is heard from behind me as I straighten my spine and turn to face the pathetic excuse of a man that’s now on his knees before me. The blood in my veins sings with the satisfaction of him kneeling there. His rightful place; below me.

“You think that just because you fucked James Buchanan Barnes that suddenly you’re not the same little pathetic girl from a nowhere town in Ohio? Think again princess.” He sneers, spitting blood at my feet before turning hateful eyes back up at me. “Both you and that stupid little daughter of yours are useless. Hell, you weren’t even adequate enough to stick a dick in. what are you going to do to me, huh? Cry in my face, drown me in your tears?”

I let every word from his mouth soak in. let every hateful thing he’d done to me, made me feel, seep into every pore, and consume me. My own rage, mixed with Bucky’s, builds to an almost cataclysmic point, while all I feel is a calmness wash over me. My mind and heart go quiet as I just stare at him with empty eyes, not saying a word as he slowly starts losing his confidence, starts to squirm.

“You have absolutely no idea how much of a pleasure it is for me to see you on your knees, covered in blood and squirming like a rat caught in a trap.” My voice comes out even, smooth, and he instantly has a sneer back on his face at the words. Before he gets the chance to open his mouth and spew more bullshit, I turn on my heel to slightly face bucky. “You know, you were right about one thing, I’ll give you that... I’m most definitely not the same little girl from Ohio. What you WERE wrong about however is that it’s not because I fucked bucky, oh no, that honor goes to you.” Giving bucky a sweet smile, he watches in amusement, brow cocked as I lift the left side of his shirt and steal the lightweight combat blade he keeps hidden there.

Twirling it between my fingers I twist back and let Gabe see it, let him take a minute to sweat it as I take slow steps towards him.

“For years you made my life a living hell. You trapped me, moved me to a place where I had nothing; no one. You controlled everything. Who I socialized with, the money, hell it was you who made me get pregnant. Now that- “coming to a stop in front of him, I run the tip of my blade down his cheek, relishing in the flinch he gives at the first touch of metal against sensitive skin. “That was your first mistake.” A sharp cry tears from him as I clench my teeth and dig the edge of the blade in just under his eye, dragging it all the way down his cheek to his jaw in a bloody line.

“You fucking bitch- FUCK!” he shouts out, going to move away from me but bucky is instantly there, holding him in place with a harsh hold on his shoulders. The pure arousal in his eyes takes my breath away and I feel the excitement at pleasing him all the way down between my thighs. I never realized how exhilarating this could be. Setting my sights back on the man before me I let a crazed grin slide free.

“Do you want to know where you fucked up? You gave me someone to love more than you. You gave me someone I cared about more than myself. You tore me down to a point that I didn’t care what you did to me, but when you gave me that little girl? When you hurt, that little girl? Well, that was the beginning of the end for you.” Flipping the knife in my hand so that the hilt is up I slam down as hard as I can, feeling it slice through the bone like butter as it makes a home in his shoulder right by where Bucky’s hand rests.

Bucky seems just as surprised as Gabe, staring at the blade with wide eyed disbelief before his teeth flash in a wicked smile, laughing incredulously. Gabe screams, wiggles in agony, trying to escape the pain. With a giggle that I should be appalled by, I yank it out, blinking the warm blood splatters out of my eyes. My tongue flicks to the side of my mouth by its own accord and the tangy copper flavor fills my mouth. The sound of his pain is music to my ears, the raw pride that bucky exudes makes my clit throb.

“You’re going to pay for what you did. There will be so much more pain, this is only a small taste of what’s to come.” I can’t handle this anymore, my body shaking with so much pent-up energy that I feel as if I’ll combust. “But later.” When my brown eyes meet icy blue ones, my lips pull between my teeth, and those eyes flick to them, locking on to the movement.

Bucky, ever observant, seems to know what I need before even I do. Pulling rope from the back pocket of his tight fitted jeans he quickly ties Gabe’s wrists and ankles so that he can’t escape. Dark eyes move back up to me once he’s done, body appearing larger as he rounds Gabe, chest puffing out as he stalks me.

“What was your second mistake? So glad you asked, I’ll tell you.” placing my palm against his broad and sturdy chest, I halt bucky. His chest falls in even controlled breathes as he searches my face, trying to decipher what I want. When my eyes flick to the floor before me, right where Gabe had just been, he gives me a knowing smirk before he drops to one knee, then the other. Now, seeing him before me is a completely different type of excitement, but just as thrilling.

“You put this man in my path. A man you knew was dangerous. Could destroy you. Oh, but you never thought I'd confide in him. Tell him the truth…. Fall in love with him. No, you underestimated me.” Thick fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, gently tugging them down my legs along with my panties. He lets out a deep groan at the wetness already visible on my thighs, inhales deeply, and takes in the smell of my arousal. Gripping under my knee, he hooks my leg over his shoulder and dives in like a starved man.

My head falls back at the first broad stripe up my center, a whimper as that skilled tongue flicks and curls around my bundle of nerves. The man is pure sin, knowing what I desire like the devil himself. His metal hand grips my hip, grounding me as he feasts on me, tongue spearing into me, drinking from me with obscene slurping noises. It doesn’t take long before I’m ready to crumble for him, the knot in my belly tightening and a warmth spreading over my entire body.

Looking to the man on the floor, seeing how red-faced and humiliated he looks, sends me ever closer to my climax, and I can't help but torment him even more. Cruelty has never been my nature, but I'm relishing in what it does to him. "He's so good, Gabe. So much better than you ever were." Bucky groans at my words, sending vibrations through my whole body. I gasp loudly, brows knitting at the feeling as my fingers bury in his soft locks. "How does it feel, watching someone so powerful worship the person you thought was nothing?"

"You stupid -"

Sliding his flesh hand between my legs, Bucky easily slips two fingers into me, instantly curling them and expertly finding that special spot inside me, and I’m a goner.

His name falls from my lips like a prayer, back arching as my orgasm crashes through me in waves. I can feel his eyes on me, watching me as he sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps his fingers faster, working to prolong my pleasure as long as he can.

When I finally come down, I push him away from me with a gentle hand on his head. Locking eyes with Gabe I let the delight show on my face. Gloating in the way bucky played my body like a fiddle. “It’ll be the last time you ever underestimate me."

Wrapping a firm hand around buckys throat i guide him backward until he’s on his back. He lets me control him and lifts his hips to help aid me in pulling his jeans down just under his ass. My mouth waters as his cock springs free, laying flushed and leaking against his belly. Usually, I would worship him. Let my tongue slide down his delicious happy trail to the base before licking all the way up his shaft to the tip. Usually. Not now.

Bucky watches with hooded eyes and teeth dug into his plump bottom lip as I climb over him. Fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he leans up slightly to watch where we meet. I watch as those brows scrunch in concentration, and his jaw goes slack as I position myself and slowly slide down onto him. I take him all the way to the hilt in one slide, wincing at the burn of it, of him. He’s so big. It never matters how much he preps me. It’s always a stretch to fit him.

He looks at me desperately as I try to give myself time to adjust. I feel the muscles in his hips bunching, struggling not to thrust up into me, the thick muscles flinching under me. Taking pity on him, I lay my hands flat on his chest before raising myself up and dropping all the way down. The noises he makes as I start to ride him in earnest are sinful, feeling so good all his barriers are down, all his pleasure on full display.

He lets me take him apart right there in front of another man. Willingly submits to me, whines when I take him to the very edge then denies him his pleasure. “Please, please doll fuck. So fucking close, please stop teasing me. Come one baby, ride that cock, let me fill that pretty pussy up, please baby doll I’ll do anything you want.” He whines and pleads. Pulling him into a sitting position I cradle his head against my chest as I bounce, feeling my climax coming once again as his cock slides against my walls, rubbing every spot flawlessly.

Meeting Gabe eyes once again over bucks’ shoulder, I give him a triumphant smirk as I rest my chin on the top of Buckys head. “Cum for me baby. Be a good boy and fill that pussy up.” As soon as the words leave my mouth he’s cursing, shouting my name and his hips jerk erratically, shooting ropes of hot cum into me and coating my walls. The feeling of his cum in me sends me over the edge right after him, and the clenching of my walls around him coaxes another orgasm from him as well, our cries and shouts echoing around the room.

Gabe finally breaks, pathetic sobs and pleads leaving him as he presses his face into the old carpet.

Ignoring the pest in the room, We take a minute to bask in each other, pressing soft kisses to any part of skin we can reach, trading soft works to one another. Once our heart rates have calmed down, he gives me one more chaste kiss. “Ready to go see our little girl?”

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that jessie period fic was LIFECHANGING!!!! i know you said it was based around endometriosis so i was wondering if you could expand on how jessie would be around that: telling her when you start dating, doctors trips, conversations around it etc. (not a proper fic lol that is too much to ask) no problem if not!! your work is amazing<3

Ugh I feel like Jessie would be so understanding in regard to how you would cope, especially if you were in too much pain.

Like she’d definitely not really know what to do at first, like obviously she knows but she’d want to make sure that you're alright ALL THE TIME. She’d search up all the ways to make you feel better, and ask her teammates for advice like she’d made sure you were always comfortable and felt loved.

When she first found out, she’d learn what your needs were and how to meet them. You’d definitely need to convince her that she was allowed to leave you for training, games, etc. It was when she went away to an international camp that she got really worried. Jessie would make sure to call you every more than once, and send check-uo texts or reminders to take medication. In Canada, she would check the London time and text you to check that you were falling asleep, and face time you if you ever felt in too much pain.

Jessie would also become a lot clingier during your period, especially when you were wearing a heat pack or trying to find a comfortable position. She’d pretty much offer herself as a pillow and manoeuvre you herself if you were too distraught.

She’d be around you constantly. Not to an irritating extent but rather endearingly. Jess would make your food, reheat your heat packs, refill your water, literally anything you wanted she’d get.

If you ever found yourself in too much pain, and Jessie wasn't there, she’d do everything in her power to get to you. The team definitely knows to some extent, so when Jess leaves a meeting, or hang outs, they are very understanding.

She’d make sure to get your favourite foods before she got home, and would literally just spoon you, talk to you, cuddle you, ANYTHING. This woman would be so catering to your needs that you’d never feel the need to complain.

Ugh, I love Jflem!!!!!

Thank you for the Request!!!

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fellow artem girlie who likes alkaid checking in. i know i'm predictable but watching a man get hit with a lust spell or whatever that was and then having him cut himself to snap out of it instead of having cheap fanservice was lifechanging ok

OKAY ACTUALLY. SO TRUE ANON. YOU'RE LITERALLY SO RIGHT.

alkaid respects women so much that he literally powered thru some like. insanely powerful Horny Spell Sex Pollen and like you said?? STABBED himself to snap out of it??? AWOOOOGA literally infinitely more sexy than fanservice could ever be and i mean this HAHA

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Could you do #1 with Azriel?

A/N - Perfect! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Glance

Summary - First glances are always lifechanging

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

“Thanks again for coming out!  I’m do glad you got to meet some of my friends, and sorry if they were a bit…intimidating,”

“They weren’t,”

“Now I beg to differ.  Especially Az!  II can’t believe he acted that way!”

You gave a small blush from the mention of the Spymaster.  Mor was still getting her jacket on and moving her long blond hair out of her face, her rare beauty was clearly seen under the lights of Ritas as you two were the last to leave in your dinner party.  You lived right down the street from Mor, so you two walked together to the dinner she was throwing with some of her closest friends.  She wanted you to come on since you two were close over the centuries, and you knew she was working for High Lord Rhysand and their Inner Circle.  You were part of it, which was never a problem since they were literally in charge of running not just Velaris but Night Court.  Mor never told you anything about the Inner Circle, or about the people who were in it. The only thing that you knew was that those who were in the Inner Circle were powerful and were highly important.  

Including Azriel.  The Spymaster for Night Court and a Shadowsinger.

You heard plenty of him through Mor, they were close as friends.  You knew she kept certain friends away from you for good reason, especially for Azriel since he was a spy and beyond mysterious.  There were stories about him, how he was one with the shadows and he knew how to bring even the fiercest soldiers to their knees with the simplest stare or his knives, which were affectionally called Truth Tellers.  Rumors of his power and his mysterious nature spread like wildfire, there was barely anything to know about him since it was mostly under wraps.  

All you knew about Azriel was what Mor was allowed to tell you, which was not a whole lot.  But when she invented you out to dinner with Cassian, High Lord Rhsyand and his mate and wife Feyre, Armen, and Eyre’s two sisters Elaine and Nesta.  You never met any of them and you were excited, even more so since you were going to be at the same table as The High Lord and High Lady.

The dinner itself was lovely, all but Azriel was there when you and Mor arrived with linked arms.  She introduced you to everyone, whom looked happy to meet Mor’s old friend that was kept out of arms reach from them.

“That’s for good reason, you’re an unruly lot,” Mor joked as she ordered a glass of wine and leaned back in her chair.  You ordered your drink, the others were chatting away and asking you enough questions about yourself as the dinner was just about to start. They were all civl and kind enough, Cassian was a jokester and playful with Nesta next to him almost smirking from trying not to show it as much.  Elaine was more of an angel at the table, plate table manner and a sense of naiveness about her that was infectious.  Armed mostly kept to herself, tough her eyes were beyond intimidating and yet cool and calm.  Rhysand and Feyre were kind to you, Feyre was asking you plenty of questions about your past time and her mate hanging on her eveyr word while chiming in every once in awhile.  All in all, they were a nice crowd and group of friends that you made, and you figured this dinner was not too bad.

Up until Azriel arrived.

“Ah!  We wondered when you would come,” Rhysand said the new guest, who had bright hazel eyes and his short brown hair pushed away from his vision.  You saw the intricate markings along his tan skin near his arms and under his collarbone, hidden away with a dress shirt and some dress pants.  His wings were tucked tightly behind his back, maybe he was afraid to hitting someone as he walked pass as he locked eyes with everyone as a sign of acknowledgement.  But when he looked at you, he almost froze for a solid second.

You didn’t know what to do, and why you were lost in breath from seeing his bright eyes.

“How did the mission go?” Cassian asked casually as he took a long drink from his whiskey.  Azriel looked away from you for a brief moment, clearing his throat as he took to the last open chair that was near Elaine and Arden.

“That’s classified, Cas.  You know that,” He replied, his voice low and almost thick and laced with mystery.  You felt a bit off from how fast that interaction was, Mor leaning over next to you to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t mind Az he keeps to himself. But he’s a good friend, I promise,” She said in a wink to you as the conversation was now going on about neighboring Courts and upcoming plans.  You mostly listened, knowing that you weren’t  going to say anything outside of the dinner or give any input.  It felt as if they didn’t care you were listening in too on the information that was going around, maybe because you were friends with Mor and she trusted you with this kind of confidentiality.  

Yet you felt as though you were being watched.  And you were, by Azriel.

He was watching you every once in awhile as you were chatting lightly with the others, you knew he was since you could see it out of the corner of your eye.  His gaze on you was no intimidating or scary, which was odd since this was not what you heard from others.  No, he seemed more…soft when he was gazing at you.  Of course you didn’t want to say anything, not just to make him feel embarrassed but to also call him out in front of the others at the table.  At the same time, you didn’t feel uneasy with how he was watching you from across the table.  Was he trying to read your mind?  Could he?  Was he trying to read my energy and see me as a good person?  You were figuring it out in your own mind, but when you would look in his direction to catch his glance, he would look away a bit abruptly.

Almost as if he was the one who was shy, and you were the alluring and scary spot.

This happened throughout dinner, you were trying not to think about too much as the topic of conversation was changing almost every few minutes.  Finally, as everyone was getting their plates of food, Rhysand finally spoke up in your direction.

“Mor tells us that you do some great work at our Medical Center, under Madja I presume?” He asked, the others were watching you now as you cleared your throat and nodded your head.

“She was my teacher for some time, I learned plenty from her in hopes to being a Master Healer like her.  Though I’m not sure If I can live up to par with her—“ You explained as Mor tapped your hand affectionately.

“She’s being modest, Rhys.  She’s amazing at the craft, and I think she would be a great apprentice to the Inner Circle as a Healer and our Medical Advisor,” she explained casually, you looking at her in shock from what she said as Elaine clasped her hands together.

“That sounds lovely!  I think we are in need of someone like that for us,” She agreed

“Doesn’t hurt to have someone in the circle who knows how to dress your wounds, regrettably it’s not the same with your egos,” Nesta replied in a low drawl, though her smirk never left.  Rhsyand was still thinking about what Mor said, pondering himself as he was holding his own small glass of whiskey and Feyre was going him a knowing look.  Maybe they were speaking together within the mind as a voice finally spoke up in your direction.

“Are you the fae under Madja’s tutelage that knew how to use those poisonous herbs as an antidote?” Azriel asked you, his eyes locking with yours as you were frozen for a moment.  The others were silent, waiting for your answer as you took in a long breath, Azrie’s gaze never leaving yours.  

“Yeah, yeah I am,” You replied, he hummed, slightly smiling and making his face glow from the simple lift of his lips.

“She mentioned it to me two months ago, saying it was one of the most impressive things she’s never seen from a apprentice,” He explained, your heart warming from both the compliment and Azriel talking to you.  Mor saw that flicker too, her smile was beyond massive, her glass of wine at her lips in hopes of hiding it as Rhysand clears his throat to get your attention.  Tearing your eyes away from Azriel, whom kept his stare at you, The High Lord genuinely grinned.

“I think we can take into consideration adding another member to our Circle,” He hummed.  You looked from him to Azriel, who was smiling now at you.  You were now part of their family, and you were damn happy about.  

And you would be happier a few years later when you and Azriel would get married and have your mating ceremony, with Mor as your Maid of Honor. 

The End

June Summer Prompts

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Fun amnesia prompts (no heavy angst)

Character with secret identity/power wakes up with amnesia. They remember their secret but don't remember that their loved ones know, and now have to try to keep their secret from people who already know said secret.

Repressed character wakes up with amnesia and forgets their internalised homophobia. Character now has to try to convince everyone that they've been gay all along.

Character had huge lifechanging moment (got married/divorced, won the lottery, is pregnant) but got amnesia before they were able to tell anyone. How do they find out? What's their reaction? What's everyone else's reactions?

Pre-transition transgender character wakes up only to find out that it's been years and they're now post-transition. Cue absolute fluff of character having the best time admiring their body and being comfortable in it.

Alternatively, character forgets years of their life and is horrified to see that they're balding.

Character wakes up with amnesia and their offspring is so excited to see what their parent was like before they were born.

Character wakes up in a hospital room with no memory. There are multiple people in the room and there's a ring on their finger - now they just need to find out which person they're married to.

Character wakes up with amnesia and slowly learns more things about their life. Character uses their nurse as a sounding board as they try to figure out their life. Written in POV of the nurse. (POV outsider)

Character wakes up with amnesia and has concluded that they're an idiot. Because even them with no memories can tell they're way more in love with their best friend than they are with their current SO. (Extra point: character waxing poetic about best friend to the nurses.)

Character wakes up with amnesia and still thinks they're taken. Their loved ones and ex take pity on them and ex agrees to pretend they're still together until character gets their memories back. Character may have lost their memories but still knows something isn't quite right. Cue character being the absolute worst SO possible in an attempt to get ex to break up with them and ex putting up with an increasingly number of wacky things while trying to remind themselves it's temporary. (Extra point: ex finally has enough and yells at character, revealing the truth. Character is like "oh thank god.")

Character wakes up with a lot more tattoos than they remember. Cue loved ones telling character of the stories behind each tattoo. (Extra point: one friend starts lying and making up the weirdest stories)