#like dont tell me he looks like that while being a soldier who’s been to war

[siyelius]

ngl hot take but gepard’s model lowkey scares me bc how are you gonna be a military captain and swing a colossal shield like it’s a pencil and have your whole schtick being taking hits and refusing to fall in battle but you have anime pretty boy bod

[nomairuins]

and also it doesnt even matter if i miraculously get a job tmrw bc we don't have a car . and im too out of shape to walk anywhere bc everything is far away . so i genuinely dont jnow what to do

[ghostieyanyan]

One are you okay with writing NSFW and to please I beg of you more demon riddle I'd love him there is not enough content of him I love my sassy little gay man who would probably step on me if I stepped out of line

(can I be ♦️annon?)

~What's that little mouse?~

Yan!Demon!Riddle x mc

Warnings: yandere, demon, kidnapped/imprisoned, implied punishment

Yes you can be ♦️annon!!

And about the NSFW Writing, if I were to write it out, idk if I should do it on patreon (because patreon was a way for me to not get those "im underage and-" comments). i think what I'll do is post suggestive content (stories/writing) and you could get the full in patreon.

But im also worried on how to write them~~ (in, out, in, out) i'll try tho!!

Also im so happy how this came out!!! the drawing mainly lol

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You were laying in Riddle's bed, staring at the ceiling. That's all you could really do...

Riddle was off for one of his house warden meetings and wouldn't be back for some time... you could try to escape...? But you knew it'll leave you more empty then if you just stayed.

You were stuck in Riddle's kingdom... if you even peeked outside, Riddle had order his card knights and report anything and everything they see you doing. Riddle will discipline you for just "looking at the roses on the top floor."

"You could have waited for me, I'd walk you there myself. You have to understand how dangerous it is for you out there... "

You turned to get in a comfier spot. Riddle did bring you thinks to do.. but could you imagine what he thinks are "fun things to do" in this room? He mainly just gave you school textbooks or books for academics...

"Thanks Riddle's mom... You've created a monster..."

"Haha!! just you wait to see her in person, she's much worst."

You didn't have to look at who it was. like clock work, Trey came in with your lunch. Riddle had you on a strict schedule and he order everyone in Heartslaybul to follow them.

~ you have an hour of walking around the garden while being guarded by 10 card soldiers.

~ you must have tea time at 4

~ you must wake up at 7 and sleep at 9

just to name a few..

you heard the clicks of the dishes that Trey has made for you..

"Please come to the table, Riddle will not be happy if he finds a crumb in your bed, heh."

"im not hungry..."

Trey sighs and walked to the bed . he sat down and started to rub your back.

"come on~ you know you'll get in trouble if you dont eat. I'll have to tell Riddle~"

you felt you blood boil. the worst part of trey taking care of you is that he knows how to handle little kids. So sometimes when Trey knows that you want to break a rule. he'll taunt you like your a kid..

You hear Trey sigh and stand up.

"I give the you the time for me to put everything back onto the tray and walk out that door. and when i do walk out that door, you'll not have lunch and i'll have to tell Riddle."

you didn't respond and watched as trey walked away. slowly placing each dish, back onto the trap, and heading to they door. he looked back at you, to give you another chance...

you just huffed and turned the other way.

you didnt even realized that you were holding your breathe until you heard the door click close and you let out a sigh..

you were in for it now...

~

It was late, Riddle should have been back now…

You felt the uneasiness in your stomach… You just wanted all of this to end. To be back where you were, without Riddle.

You were about to fall asleep but you were interrupted by a door slamming open. You jumped from where you were on the bed and looked at the door.

There was Riddle, a very unhappy Riddle.

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[python333]

HAI! i rlly like your platonic 141 fics and I'm wondering if we could get some more dad price and/or brother gaz sleepy cuddles? :3

stretched too thin — python333

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synopsis gaz notices you overworking yourself one night and decides to step in before you end up pulling an all-nighter.

relationships platonic!gaz & gn!reader.

characters gaz.

word count 2.05k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of pet names [love, darling], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note oh my god im so sorry i disappeared for like. a month. ill try my best to not be gone for more than a week at a time, but with all of my schoolwork and just over all stress ive been experiencing lately, i dont know if ill be able to get fics out every week :< ill try my best though! please accept this fic as an apology—its another big bro gaz one!! special shoutout to everyone else who has an older sibling thats very distant with them, you and me are in the same boat fr!! also, last thing—im thinking about making a discord server where i announce when fics are being written and published and stuff, but i dunno if yall would join or anything, so if u would pls lmk!!

You haven’t left your office in five hours. 

Recently—just about two days ago—you finished up an assignment fairly quickly and, as a result, had to write a detailed report of said assignment. It went over the mission you’d gone on, and listed off every major detail you could think of, though because you just can’t give yourself a break you were constantly thinking of other details you might’ve missed even though there was little chance you’d missed anything.

The mission wasn’t anything too important, honestly. It was originally going to be a week-long camp-out reconnaissance by an enemy task force’s base, obtaining information on their schedule and what they did throughout the day and whatnot. However, only a day into the mission, the small squad of soldiers that had accompanied you saw another small military group observing the same group you’d been observing.

So, naturally, you observed them as well. Aren’t you just the best multi-tasker?

The task force eventually found out about the other group, just a day later, while your squad was still in the clear to continue your observations. So, your mission had quickly come to a close—but, because of the circumstances under which the mission had come to a close, you were required to write an extremely detailed report on the other group and the group you’d been observing.

It would be an understatement to say you were tired. You’re exhausted.

Between the non-stop writing, the coffee sitting on your desk that’s been microwaved five times and has been refilled thrice, and the uncomfortable chair you’ve sat in that you have yet to replace, you’re extremely exhausted. Your movements are sluggish, your fingers aren’t as swift on the keyboard of your computer as they usually are, and worst of all—you still have more to write. 

Your eyes stung and felt dry, your hands felt like they were going to stop working completely at any moment, and you were overall just exhausted. 

You look over at the clock on your desk, and it reads 02:28 AM, indicating that you would only have about four hours to sleep if you went to bed now. I’m too far into this report to stop now, You tell yourself, sighing as you blink slowly at your computer screen, If only my vision didn’t keep getting blurry… 

Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion, and for a second you think you’re hallucinating until the knock sounds once more. 

Reluctantly, with a voice raspy from not using it almost all day, you call out, “Come in!” 

Your voice is softer and quieter than you’d like it to be, but it doesn’t matter too much to you at this moment—at least, not in your foggy mind that still begs you for sleep, even when you have far more of your report to finish. 

The door opens with a creak, and in walks Gaz. 

“Sarg,” He greets you, not bothering to close the door behind him as he walks up to your desk, “Pleasure to see you for the first time in, what… three days?” 

“Two days and eighteen hours,” You correct him, taking a moment to crack your stiff knuckles, not taking your eyes off of your monitor, “And you know you don’t have to call me ‘sarg’ or ‘sergeant’ or anything. We’re the same rank.” 

Gaz promptly ignores you, “Right, well, anything over a day is way too long for me to go without seeing you. Why’re you all cooped up in here on your computer?”

“‘Cause I need to write a report on my assignment,” You briefly explain, before lightly goading Gaz, “Not all of us need a shit ton of attention every day like you do.” 

“Ehh,” Gaz theatrically makes a thinking face, before shrugging, “Not sure what you mean by ‘us’, but alright.” 

“By ‘us’, I mean everyone but you.” 

“Surely that doesn’t include you, right?” 

“It does.” 

Gaz gasps quietly at your reply, before dramatically responding, “Oh, you can’t be serious.”

“I absolutely can,” You hum, finally taking your eyes off of your computer screen to look up at Gaz, “Is it so hard for you to believe that I don’t need to talk to you every waking hour?” 

“It is, actually,” Gaz scoffs, “Because I know that you do need to talk to me every waking hour.” 

“Uh, no I don’t,” You childishly argue, raising an eyebrow at Gaz.

“Uh, yes you do,” Gaz immaturely argues back, crossing his arms, “Look me in the eyes and tell me that the past two days and eighteen hours haven’t been shit because I haven’t given you any attention.”

You open your mouth to form a response but quickly close it, realizing that yeah, actually, I kind of do crave his attention. 

Fuck.

“You’re not the only person that gives me attention,” You point out, hoping to find some way to change the subject.

“Sure, but you like the attention I give you the most,” Gaz hums, leaning forward to rest his crossed arms on your desk opposite of where you sit.

“You don’t know that.”

“Then tell me that I’m wrong,” Gaz challenges you.

You narrow your eyes at him, glaring at him for a moment before sighing, “You suck.”

“Maybe I suck, but you look like you haven’t slept for the past week,” Gaz points out, “You look exhausted, by the way. And dehydrated. Actually, you just look like the human embodiment of a headache.” 

“What the fuck?” 

“I mean that in the most loving, non-offensive way possible.”

“You come into my office, accuse me of needing attention from you, then you insult me by calling me the human version of a headache?”

“It wasn’t an insult!” Gaz raises his hands in surrender, before sighing, “I’m being serious. You look dead, [c/n]. You need sleep.” 

“What I need is to finish this report,” You huff out, beginning to turn your attention back to your computer, before Gaz’s hand is quickly placed on your chin and forces you to look back at him. 

“No, what you need is some rest,” Gaz argues, more serious this time, taking his hand off of your chin—something you shouldn’t miss nearly as much as you do, the warmth of his hand fading far too quickly from your face—and bringing it back to rest on the desk. 

“Maybe you need rest, Gaz.”

“Sure I do,” He shrugs, “But I’m only going to sleep if you do.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Really? You’re pulling that card?”

“I am.” 

You stare at him for a moment, mentally weighing your options, before sighing and bringing your elbows up to the table so that you can place your forehead in your hands.

On one hand, if you stay in your office you can finish up your report before four and then go to sleep, and hope that you magically feel active even with just an hour or two of sleep in the morning. On the other hand, if you go to sleep now, so does Gaz, and then you both get more than just two hours of sleep. 

After another moment of consideration, you huff out a frustrated breath and mutter, “Fine.” 

Gaz smiles down at you and walks around your desk to your side of it, holding out a hand for you to grab to help yourself up from your chair and using his free hand to save your report and power off your monitor. 

You take his hand and stand up, your legs a little weak and balance iffy from sitting down for so long, but within the next few minutes you’re sure you’ll be able to properly walk. You let go of his hand once you’re positive you won’t fall over, and once he sees that you’re able to walk, Gaz silently walks towards the door of your office. Just as quietly, you follow him. 

He turns off the lights for you and lets you walk out of the office first, locking the door from the inside and closing it once you’re out. Once he’s done, he takes the lead again and you follow him down to his sleeping quarters. It’s not too long of a walk there, only two minutes at most.

Once you’re there, Gaz opens the door and lets you walk in first. Once you’re inside and Gaz has closed the door, you shrug off your camouflage patterned jacket and toe off your already loosened tan boots, leaving you in just your camouflage cargo pants and army green undershirt.

You look down at your pants with a frown, knowing from experience that sleeping in them was incredibly uncomfortable and left you regretting your whole existence the morning after, but before you could even look over at Gaz to tell him of your situation, you felt something being thrown at you. 

You immediately turn your attention to the item that had been hurled at you—the item in question being a pair of gray sweatpants, some that would probably be a little bit looser than you’d prefer on your figure—and then look over at Gaz with a questioning look. 

“Figured you wouldn’t wanna sleep in that,” Gaz shrugs, nodding to your cargo pants in response to your nonverbal confusion. 

You hum in appreciation, not wanting to talk too much at the moment, instead waiting for Gaz to look away before slipping off your pants and replacing them with the sweatpants Gaz had thrown at you. The fit isn’t as uncomfortable as you thought they’d be—they’re loose and hang low on your hips, just like you thought they would, of course, but they don’t feel nearly as weird as you thought they would.

Once you’ve tightened the strings on the waist of the pants, you get into Gaz’s bed, pulling the covers up and over yourself. Gaz quickly settles into the bed next to you, quickly getting himself comfortable under the sheets, and pulling the covers up and over his shoulders in one swift movement.

He gets closer to you, so close that his chest presses against your back and you can feel the tip of his nose ghosting over the top of your head. He wraps one arm over your body to pull you impossibly closer to him, and his other arm snakes underneath the side of your body so that both of his arms are wrapped around you.

He hums contently and his thumb rubs small circles into your clothed stomach, the action—despite being small—causing your stomach to warm up almost immediately. 

“Comfortable, darling?” Gaz asks quietly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“Very,” You mumble back, trying to subtly lean your head back against Gaz in hopes of getting at least one more kiss. Noticing your efforts, he huffs out a small laugh and presses another gentle kiss right at the edge of your hairline before pressing one last one to your forehead. 

Even with the comforting atmosphere, you can’t find it within yourself to fully relax, your body still tense and stiff underneath the blanket. Gaz, just like he did with your “subtle” movements, notices and frowns. 

“Just sleep,” Gaz tiredly mumbles into the top of your head, “You have to get up in three hours. The sooner you sleep, the more sleep you get.” 

You don’t respond, instead simply sighing and forcing your eyes closed. You do have to admit, it’s nice being able to actually close your eyes for something other than blinking, and closing your eyes for longer than half a second has made you realize that they were even drier than you thought they were. 

Exhausted and ready to finally sleep, you eventually get to a point where you no longer need to force your eyes shut, and as a result, your whole body relaxes for the first time in almost six hours. 

“G’night, love,” Gaz murmurs, feeling your body relax next to his. You hum in acknowledgment of his words, not finding the energy within yourself to properly respond, instead finding yourself drifting off into a deep sleep. 

And if four hours later, Gaz wakes up and simply lies there, not waking you and instead letting you get some more sleep despite you having to be up soon, nobody has to know.

[iid-smile]

kabedon!!! , gojo satoru

x fem!shortgirlfriend!reader ! , gojo's a little tease, includes, mentions of a candy cigarette, gojo asking the reader to "punish him" multiple times, dont worry, there's nothing sexual.

author's note: felt the need to balance out sweet gojo in "haircut" with teasing gojo, so here! i kinda hate the ending, but its wtv cuz i couldnt think of anything else anyways... sign me up to kabedon him myself btw???

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gojo likes you, you like him, you're dating. simple. and for a while, actually. you're his tiny, pretty and assertive girlfriend. he's your tall, pretty and pouty boyfriend.

these days, he's been annoying you. taking pictures of you while you sleep, vacuuming in the middle of the night (and he isn't cleaning shit because you always clean up the house before you go to bed), eating all of your favourite snacks, sticking miniature soldier figures to the toilet (what?) and claiming that he used the toilet right after (what???)... almost every prank in the book. you're peeved, fuming, even. you need to tell him, or rather show him who's boss.

on this particular day, you've been staring him down since he woke up. he's definitely noticed, giving you nothing but a teasing grin or smirk every time. whether it was him eating lucky charms first thing in the morning, or him getting ready to go to work, or and then, when he's leaning on the wall, on his phone, a moment of vulnerability..!

bang! kabedon!

your hand could only reach up to about gojo's chest as you hit the wall, but close enough. you look up at him, pulling out a fake candy cigarette from your pocket. you give the best sheriff-like accent you could and say...

"what games are you playing at, gojo satoru?" your words are slightly slurred, as you're trying to keep the cigarette in your mouth.

his eyebrow raises. now this was something new. "nothing too serious," his voice feigns innocence, leaning down to meet your gaze but still towering over you. "a few little pranks," he says, a small smirk crossing his lips.

just a little bit, his head tilts to the side, and his facial expression appears to be concerned. overly furrowed eyebrows, wide eyes, the works. "you're not mad, are you, baby?" he exaggerates, taking the candy cigarette from your lips and placing it between his own.

you can't help but scowl, making an attempt to take your cigarette back, and failing. the sheriff accent completely dropped at this point. "i am mad, just so you know."

"oh, boo-hoo..." there's a pout on his lips, one hand coming up to cup your face. "you gonna punish me? punish me then."

somehow, it feels like you're the one being punished in this situation. gojo knows exactly what he's doing, and he's not backing down from it. "no... i'm good."

"no, no, no! i insist! punish me." and to push your buttons, he leans that little bit forward, nearly no space in between your faces. you try to push his face away, but he scoops you up in his arms, swinging his body side to side with overexaggerated noises of... god knows what. "oh! you're just so cute..."

you didn't get out of his hold for a while.

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[ice-eise-babyy]

Pure | JB.B - Drabble

Pairing: 40's!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (ft. Pre-serum!Steve Rogers)

Summary: a very drunk bucky who refuses to leave the pub with a 'crazy lady' a.k.a his girlfriend.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol but other than that, its mainly just fluff guys

A/N: I dont even know if this is any good but i hope you guys enjoy it <33

You would be lying if you said you didn't want to hurl something—anything— at Steve's head right at this moment. It's almost 10:00 p.m and instead of being in bed drifting off to sleep, you were currently out in the streets of Brooklyn on the way to a pub, who wouldn't want to hurl someone in the head with something?

"I'm really sorry y/n. I really wouldn't have woken you up if—" Steve's 20th apology this night was shortly cut of as you gave him a sideward glare. You felt slightly guilty after doing so, knowing that you were pinning this on him even though you were partially at fault.

If you had agreed to Bucky early this morning then you probably wouldn't be awake at this unforsaken hour. You probably wouldn't have Steve throwing rocks at your window to wake you up, and you probably wouldn't be walking to a pub to pick up your boyfriend who apparently refused to leave because he wanted to see you. You sighed, recollecting the conversation you had with him earlier today.

—

"But y/n..." you rolled your eyes at his dramatic whining. "Bucky, you're just going to spend the day with Steve. It's not the end of the world." You had been convincing him to spend more time with steve for almost a week now mainly because he has been spending most of his time with you, even sleeping at your apartment. The reason being he had to leave for wisconsin in 2 days because of military training.

As much as you want to grab bucky's face in your hands and look him in the eye while saying 'i also want to spend the day with you' and have him to yourself, you knew that if you do that you would be selfish. You knew that he might end up regretting not spending more time with Steve before leaving, he just probably haven't realized that yet.

"Can you atleast come with us, doll?"

"No, Bucky. absolutely not. if i come with you, you'd probably ignore Steve the whole time."

—

You smoothed out your Navy colored dress before shoving your white gloves deep in the pocket of your coat. You slowly walked in when Steve opened the door of the pub entrance for you. There weren't much people, mostly just soldiers who came back from war or just men in general. Your eyes darted around the place and a sigh of relief fell from your lips as your eyes landed on Bucky. He was sitting on one of the stools with only his side facing you, his forehead pressed on the bar counter as he looked down at his hands that were resting on his lap, he was humming a familiar song as he did so. He was looking at his hands like it was the most interesting thing to ever exist. His eyes wide and his lips pursed. You felt a warmth in your chest as you peered at his drunken state for a few beats longer. He was out for only a few hours and to you it also felt like just a few hours but to your heart... to your heart it felt like so long, long enough to have it yearning for him. yearning for his touch, his voice, his love...

You sighed once more as you sat down right beside him. He paid you no attention, eyes still on his hand and still humming the same song. Your lips tugged into a smile as you realized what song he was humming. It was 'when you wish upon a star' by glenn miller. It was the song playing when you had danced with him for the first time.

"Bucky?"

"Go away miss. I have a girlfriend" he was so quick to turn you away, mistaking you for another woman because he haven't looked at you once. This sparked an idea. A funny and harmless one.

"Oh, you do? too bad."

"Yeah, too bad for you— *hic* not for me. I'm happy where i am."

"Really? tell me then, mister. How is she like?"

He still hasn't looked at you. In his head he thought that there was no point in looking at other women because those other woman aren't even you. the only problem was it was you but of course he didn't know that yet. A wide smile adorned his face as he heard your words. Oh boy was he excited to brag about you.

"She is amazing. Words would never ever be enough to describe her beauty. It's unparalleled— *hic* and it's not... not just her face that's beautiful," even though you couldn't see the entirety of his face you didn't fail to notice the dreamy smile tugging in the corner of his lips, "Her soul as well and her smile— oh her smile... it just makes me— *hic* make me warm in here..." his hand pressed on his chest and gripped it like he was trying his best to pull his heart out just to show you where exactly he felt the warmth. "I really really want to marry her but she said that— *hic* i gotta win the war first... Stupid fucking nazi's" his fists clenched as he muttered that last words.

Your bottom lip found its way between your teeth as you tried to hold back your laughter. This was a rare sight to see your boyfriend all dazed while talking about you. Sure he was vocal about how he felt for you. He would always say how much he loves you or how beautiful you are but... you never expected that this is how he would talk about you to other people.

"That's really cute but we really gotta go home y/n. The pub's closing" Steve's voice dripped with sarcasm as he popped up from behind you before walking over to Bucky and patting him by the shoulder.

"Bucky, we gotta get you home.." you said but he just shook his head. he finally looked up but instead of looking at you, his gaze landed on the skinny little man in front of him. "Steve! you gotta help me man. That crazy lady's trying to take me home!" he said with genuine fear and panic in his eyes before standing up and gripping steve by the shoulder, his index finger pointed towards you who was sitting behind Steve. Steve doubled over as he laughed at him and Bucky tilted his head, confused as to why his friend would laugh at such a 'serious' situation.

"Bucky, that's your girlfriend." Steve bursted out laughing again as he saw Bucky's face contorting with a confused expression before looking at you who sat behind Steve. His eyes went wide and his jaw went slack when he realized, It was you!

"my god! it is!" he practically shoved Steve away just to rush over to you and get a clearer view of you. His hands flew to the sides of your face forcing you to looking up at him. he gave you a quick peck on the lips, an ecstatic smile adorning his face as he pulled away. His breath smelled of beer and maraschino cherries. He picked you up and spun you around the moment you stood up.

—

The three of you are now walking back to Steve and Bucky's shared apartment. Bucky's left arm was draped around Steve's shoulder to help himself as he walked sloppily while his other arm was swinging back and forth as he intertwined your fingers together. the way he looked at your hands with such adoration made your heart melt and maybe even made you realize that it is possible to fall inlove with the same person over and over again...

"y/n..."

"Hmm?"

"I may be tipsy with the beer and grenadine, but..." he paused for a moment when he heard you giggle. it was funny to you because 'tipsy' was probably an understatement, "I meant everything I said... I really want to marry you... wait for me til I get back from war... okay?" his voice was small and it sounded so innocent. There were hundreds— maybe even thousands— of words that would be perfect to describe Bucky's love fore you but 'pure' was the most accurate one out of all of them. His love was pure...

"I will, bucky..."

but he never did...

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I got all these issues. Will you be my prescription?

Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 4462

Summary:

A fight about your safety ensues when pictures of the two of you together get leaked by a fellow agent and former one night stand. He's livid that your relationship is exposed to the world and now could be used against him. You could care less who knows about your relationship. You've been together over a year, you knew what dating the former Winter Soldier brought with it. No, you're pissed that some bitch, who doesn't even count as an ex, is trying to ruin the best thing to happen to you.

Warnings:

Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Feels, Some Humor, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Song Lyrics, Inspired by Music, Not Canon Compliant, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, P In V Sex

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This oneshot came out of nowhere one evening when I was listening to music on my phone while working on another fic. A cover of the song "Issues" (originally performed by Julia Michaels) came on and my mind was flooded with this idea and story that I need to flesh out. I have no control of my muse. I just write the stories she tells me to. HAPPY READING! Lyrics for the song Issues by Cameron Bedell will be in bold. ( Here's a link for you to check out the song ) Thoughts in italic.

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You're trying to get him to understand that the real problem is the agent and not the exposure. Yes you now have to be more careful when you're somewhere without him. But it's not much different than what you were already doing.

"If she leaked us being together what makes you think she wouldn't leak other more sensitive information. Hell, she already could have!" You argue, trying to get him to see the whole picture.

"I don't give a fuck about some jealous drunken hook up who still feels jaded. I never wanted you in danger. That's why it was so important to keep us hidden." He snaps back.

Your emotions finally get the best of you. "I never WANTED to be hidden James! I went along with it because it was something you needed that made you feel secure. One less reason I might leave." 

You shake your head as the tears begin to well in your eyes. "We're over a year in. I thought we'd be out to more than just people with enough clearance to be made aware. Makes me feel like your dirty little secret. I don't want to be that forever."

"Keeping your attachment to me hidden keeps you safe. What about that dont you understand?" He's so lost in his fear that he can't see things clearly.

"No. It leaves me vulnerable and easier to take with no one noticing because they're unaware of my relationship to the deadliest man I know." You calmly state. That seems to get his attention. "How can anyone fear the repercussions of even trying to get close to me like that without knowing who to be afraid of?" 

He just stands there. Tension radiating off his body. 

You let out an exasperated sigh and start walking to your door. "I think you need to go Bucky. I can't do this with you right now. You're so lost in your anger and fear that you're not thinking clearly. And I'm just plain pissed off. I don't want either of us to say something we regret later."

A look of shock crosses his face. "Doll, you can't be serious? We just got exposed. You're not safe."

"No one knows where I live, yet."

"Key word, yet."

"James." You reach for the knob. "Please just give me some time alone. I know where to find you when I'm ready. We both need to think about things from all angles."

He walks up to you and pins you to the door with a soul crushing kiss. Putting all of his fear and love into that one small gesture. He pulls away and allows you to open the door. Just as he crosses the threshold he turns his head your way. "This is far from over, doll. Don't keep me waiting too long."

You spend the next couple of days working through your thoughts with your guitar. Letting the music take you where you need to be. Mending the frayed edges and soothing the aches.

Through your musical therapy a song develops. Something that you think might help ease things between the two of you. Because, let's face it, you miss your man something fierce.

Every imperfect piece of him. Responding to his texts just to let him know you’re safe and alive, just isn't going to cut it anymore. Someone has to yield first, and it looks like this time around, it’s going to have to be you.

Mind made up on what you are going to do, you decide to give Steve a call.

It rings three times before he picks up. “Rogers.”

“Hey Stevie. How’s he holding up?” You waste no time asking what you so desperately want to know.

“Hey, Dollface.” He sighs. “‘Fraid to say, he’s not doing too great. Seems his already short fuse has shortened significantly. Had to take him off the training roster for the recruits because too many couldn't keep up with his demands or got injured.”

“Shit.” You shake your head even though you know he can't see it. “I was hoping he had calmed down some by now. I’m sorry Steve. I didn’t think he'd still be affected this much.”

“It’s not your fault. You know how overprotective he is in general. Add a threat, from the inside at that, and he goes nuclear.” He excuses.

“Well, I think I may have a solution to our problems.” You admit. “If not at least a band-aid for the time being. I’m going to need you and Sam’s help though. If you're willing of course.”

“I’m all ears. Want me to grab Sam so you don't have to explain it twice?”

“That would be great actually. I’d appreciate not having to spend more energy than I need too.”

“Alright. Hang on a sec.” You hear shuffling, followed by a door opening. Then the tell tale sound of a knock and a muffled voice before a door opens once more. “Hey Sam. Mind if I come in? I’ve got Buck’s best girl on the phone and she has something she wants to go over with us.”

“No problem man. Come on in.” Sam replies.

Once safely behind Sam’s door he places the phone on speaker. “Okay, doll. Tell us your plan.”

“It’s pretty simple really. I’ve used my time alone to reflect and process things the best way I know how. With my guitar.” You lightly chuckle. “Anyway. Long story short, I wrote something for James and I want to surprise him by performing it in front of you all.”

“All of us?” Sam asks.

“Well, just the Avengers. A small little private concert type of thing. Though I'll only be singing the one song halfway through. My friend has a great band that I think you all would love. If you can get Tony to hire them for the night to do a private show for you guys, I can sneak my performance in.”

“So Bucky will know about the private show but not that you're a part of it?” Steve questions for clarification.

“Yup.” You pop the ‘P’ for emphasis. “Think you can sway Tony to make this happen?”

“Seeing as how this should improve Bucky’s temperament and save us doing extra recruit rotations and paperwork. I don't see Tony being a problem. Text us when you know if your friend's band can do it and we’ll take it from there.” You can hear the relief in Steve’s voice over your plan.

“Thank you guys. I owe you big time.” You declare.

“Just help us get the normal grumpy old man back. That’s all we ask.” Sam imparts.

“That’s the plan.”

Tonight’s the night. You rub your hands anxiously against your thighs as the town car Tony sent for you cruises leisurely down the long Compound driveway. You surpass the front roundabout and make your way around to the back, near the private entrance and garage the Avengers use.

You text your friend Marco, the lead singer of Bow & Dagger, that you’ve arrived and to send someone out to get you. Of course your ex Chase, the bassist, is the one to greet you. He leans his body against the door frame, a smirk plastered across his face, as he scans your body from the bottom up. “Looking good Firefly.”

You roll your eyes at the use of your old nickname. “Still using that outdated moniker Chase?” 

He quirks a brow at you. “You’ll always be my firefly. Maybe even more so now that you’ve gotten away. I’ll forever be chasing your light.”

You can't help but laugh at him. “Does that lyrical prose still work on the female population nowadays?”

“I’ve had no complaints.” He shrugs. “It used to work on you just fine if I remember correctly. Hell you used to toss it right back at me.”

“The blessed naivety of youth. Thank the Goddess that I grew up and my priorities shifted. I’m a more well rounded individual now. Less in search of useless validation.”

“Ouch.” He clutches his chest. “Still got those talons, I see.”

“Never leave home with them.” You wink at him. “You gonna let me in so you can make that paycheck I’m sure is well above your normal fee, or stand there all night?”

“Get in here smartass before Marco lays in to me for wasting time.” He moves aside.

You walk into the pseudo green room and are immediately smothered in a bear hug. “Hiya Stu. I’m happy to see you too.” You say into his barreled chest. “Mind letting up a bit. I kinda need to feel my fingers in order to play.”

He quickly lets go, only to place his hands on your shoulders and stare at you with a dopey smile across his face. “I’m sorry girlie. I’m just so happy to see ya. It’s been too long.”

“It has. I’m sorry ‘bout that.” You wince. “Life kind of got away from me. You know how it goes.”

“I’d say all is forgiven, seeing as you booked us this sweet gig.” Marco butts in, scooping you up in a hug himself. 

“Fuck yeah! I finally get to shoot my shot with the Black Widow.” Stu exclaims.

“It’s the least I could do. You guys have no idea how much you're helping me out here.”  You walk over to the couch and place your travel case down.

“What exactly are we helping you with anyway?” Chase inquires.

“Some Rom-Com grand gesture type shit” You smugly state.

“No shit?” Stu asks.

“I speak only the truth.” 

“You gonna tell us who the unlucky schmuck is?” Chase snipes.

“With that attitude, you’re just going to have to wait and see.” You give him a smile to rival the Cheshire Cat’s. “The look on your face is going to be fucking priceless. I can’t wait.”

Before he can respond with some dickish comment, there’s a knock on the door, followed quickly by Tony and Steve entering the room.

Steve makes his way over to you. “Hey Dollface. You ready to get this show on the road?”

“I’m all set if these knuckleheads are ready to head on out there.” You turn towards the boys. “Have you guys met your benefactor for tonight's little private concert?”

“Negatory little lady.” Stu speaks up first, walking over to Tony. “Howdy Mr. Stark. The name’s Stu. Bow and Dagger’s drummer and loveable goofball. That’s Chase. Bassist and resident fuckboy. And the merose looking fucker over there is Marco our lead guitar and vocals.”

“That suits you.” Tony imparts. “You certainly give off drummer vibes. Lots of energy. Any questions on how this is gonna work?” 

“I wouldn't mind a breakdown.” You pipe up.

"Here's how it's going to go." Steve grabs everyone's attention with his Captain voice. "We're going to gather the team in the common room where Sam and I set up a stage earlier. Tony is going to introduce the band. You'll play 3 songs and announce your taking a 5 min smoke break. That's when Dollface here is going to make her way on stage and do her thing." 

He smiles over at you. "Hopefully if all goes well you guys will finish your set and then you're welcome to stay for dinner and hang out."

"Solid plan golden boy. You come up with that all on your own." You joke.

"Always with the smart quips. I'll remember that. Now let's get moving before the team gets restless and wanders off."

So far the evening was flowing seamlessly. As Bow & Dagger played the last notes on your third song, your nerves decided to make themselves known. You watched them announce their break and leave the stage. 

Before you could sabotage yourself, you made your way onto the tiny stage and turned to the group of mostly stunned superheroes. “Hey guys. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting. I have some things I need to get off my chest and thought I might provide some intermission entertainment in the process.”

You roam the space for Bucky and lock eyes with his Steel blues, seated on the sofa next to Steve. Taking a deep breath, your fingers begin to strum the opening chords, the team looking on in curiosity over what may come out of your mouth.

Sustaining eye contact you let the lyrics flow out of you as if there is no one else in the room.  

Mmm mm mm I'm jealous I'm overzealous When I'm down I get real down When I'm high, I don't come down I get angry Baby, believe me I could love you just like that And I could leave you just this fast

You take in his demeanor, stock still but engaged nonetheless.  

But you don't Judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too No, you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too

The only thought in your head is Here goes nothing, as you put your whole heart into the chorus.

'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You breathe a little easier when you notice him start to soften. Just absorbing the piece of your soul you're sharing with everyone. 

You do shit on purpose You get mad and you break things Feel bad, try to fix things But you're perfect Poorly wired circuit And got hands like an ocean Push you out Pull you back in

A subtle smile crosses his face at the truth in your words. The picture of him that many do not get to see. You really get into it as you run through the bridge and chorus one more time. Now it’s time to bring it home and woo your man.

Ooohhh, Need you OOOOOOH AHHHH I got issues You got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you Ooh hoo hoo I got issues  One of them is how bad I need yoou Issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You could hear a pin drop in the room as Bucky rises from his seat and makes his way over to the stage. You swallow and try to get your breathing under control as you have no idea what is going to happen. 

Before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, broad chest heaving. He brings his hands up and cups your face before pulling you into an earth shattering kiss.

You forget that you have an audience until the sound of their cheers and clapping reaches your ears. You think you not only hear but see the muted flash of a camera through your closed lids.

You come up for air to see Bucky with the most lovesick expression on his face. “You did all that for me?” 

You nod your head. “Figured it was the best way to get you to listen and understand.”

“Fuck I love you.”

“Love you too James.”

Sam rushes over to the stage. “Man, I live streamed the whole thing. The people are going crazy over ya’ll.”

“You did what?!” You both blurt out.

“I streamed it. The world already knows about you. Might as well milk it. No need to thank me, damn.”

Bucky moves to jump off the stage and rush Sam. You barely catch him in time. “Hey. Don't let him get to you okay. You know how much he loves to rile you up.”

“Sorry, doll. He’s just such a douchebag sometimes. We were having a moment.” He apologizes, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“It’s fine.” You nip at the flesh as it passes over once more. “What I really want to know is if performing the song in front of everyone was okay? I just wanted you to hear me out and understand my side of things. I didn't want to embarrass you or anything.”

“Doll. Stop rambling.” You shut your mouth. “I loved it. Honestly I liked that they got to see how much you feel for me.”

You beam up at him. “Good.”

“Now I have some displays of affection I need to show you myself. Come on babygirl.” He pulls you off stage and heads towards the hallway that connects with his, Steve and Sam’s wing of the compound.

You’re pulled inside Bucky’s room, tripping over your sneakers as he hurriedly maneuvers you through his space. “James, slow down. I’m gonna eat shit if you keep it up.”

He stops in front of the bed, turning toward you. “Shut up.” He grabs your waist and tosses you down on to the mattress, climbing on and caging you in with his massive frame. “You’ve used that mouth enough tonight. Now it’s my turn.” 

With no time to catch your breath, he renders you incapable of responding by capturing your lips with his own. Kissing life back into your body, as your tongues dance a tango only you know. 

He takes his time as his hands roam your curves. Sneaking his cool metal digits under your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He begins to remove your shirt, placing his flesh hand  underneath your lower back as he slowly lifts your torso to pull your shirt over your head. You raise your arms in aid, grazing your fingertips across the stubble along his jaw when he tosses your shirt aside.

He trails his hands down your flesh until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. With a quick snap of his vibranium fingers your button is undone, your zipper quickly following suit. He starts to slide the denim down, tapping your hip to get you to raise them so that he can remove them entirely.

Leaning back on his haunches, he grabs the back of his shirt with his flesh hand and pulls it off. His lust blown blue eyes focused on you draped over his bed sheets.  “So fucking beautiful.” He runs his hands up your legs, gripping the waistband of your panties when he reaches your hips and takes his time removing them from your body. 

“Take your bra off for me, babygirl.” You lean up on your elbows, reach behind your back and unclasp the garment, letting it fall away from you body. 

Leaning forward, he ghosts kisses along all of your exposed skin. Mapping out a trail of pleasure and gooseflesh. Teasing first one and then the other nipple with his tongue, ending each with a deep suction. 

The slow paced teasing continues, driving your need for him higher. He stops his trek at your mound, hot breath blowing puffs of air on the cooling slick leaking from your folds. “So beautiful and all mine.” He runs a cool metal finger along your drenched lips. He ensnares you in his gaze. “That’s right, isn't it, babygir? This pretty little pussy is mine to do with as I please?”

“Yes. All of this is yours.” You pant out. Delirious for him to do something more than tease.

“Damn right it is.” He runs a stripe from taint to clit with his skillful tongue. Circling your sensitive little bundle nerves, pulling a moan out of your throat. Having had enough of taking his time slowly torturing you he thrusts his tongue inside your aching center. The thick muscle massaging your silken walls, giving them something to finally clamp on to. 

“Mmm. James. Fuck. Your tongue feels so good baby.” Your hands anchor themselves in his hair, just enjoying the ride. But that’s not enough for him. He wants you desperate and begging before he gives in and makes you come apart on his cock.

He pulls his tongue out, swirling it along your folds, seeking out every drop of your essence. Moving the appendage upward to lightly circle figure eight patterns on your clit, bringing you right to the edge. So close to falling over that cliff into utter bliss before he pulls away.

“No! Why’d you stop? I was so close.” You sit up, reaching out for his face, wanting to drag him back to your pulsing center.

He scoots back off the bed. “The first time you come after sending me away and keeping your distance, is going to be while my cock is deep inside you.” He unbuckles his belt, drawing your eyes down to his hands working on divesting himself of the last of his garments.

You're hypnotized by his movements. Mouth watering as you wait for his thickness to spring free from its confines. Time seems to stand still as his pants drop to the floor. “You went commando.” You whisper out, licking your suddenly dry lips.  

“Wonderful coincidence. I wasn't expecting to see you tonight and Steve came pounding on my door right as I got out the shower to tell me I had to come be a part of the festivities. I just threw on the closest clothes.” He shrugged, wrapping his metal fist around his length, giving himself a few pumps as he drank you in with a predatory gaze.

“Lay back down, babygirl.” He husks out. The command sends a fresh wave of slickness to your core, anticipating what’s to come, as you slowly lie back.

“Spread those luscious thighs for me, doll. Present me with my perfect little pussy.” He grunts out as he continues to stroke himself, a bead of precome precariously close to dropping from the tip as he places a knee down on the bed.

You open your legs wide enough to show off your glistening folds. Following his command, but holding back just enough to make him growl and push your thighs open the rest of the way. 

“You really wanna play with me right now, babygirl? After keeping this body away from me for days?” He rubs his cock between your cleft, tip bumping against your engorged and still so sensitive clit.

You squirm and whimper, just wanting him to be inside of you already. That halted orgasm, inching its way back to the surface every time his hot length grazes your bundle of nerves. 

“I’m sorry, James. Please. Need you inside me.” You plead. “It’s been too long since you filled me up.”

“You’re sorry huh?” You quickly nod your head. “Gonna let me wreck this pussy? Ruin you for anyone else? Milk me dry like the cumdrunk little slut that you are?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.” You beg, just wanting him to finally take you, reclaim you as his own.

“As you wish, babygirl.” He slams forward to the hilt, splitting you open with his girth.

He doesn't even give you a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him deep inside you. He just pulls back and thrusts in harder. Setting up a pace that just makes your brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sings in pleasure.

“Fuuuck. Look at you doll.” He grunts out. “Already cock drunk and I’ve barely gotten started. Pussy’s gripping me so tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

Your mind can't function enough to produce anything other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure. You’re flying a serotonin high you are not ready to come down from yet. The coil in your core tightening as you dance closer and closer to the knife's edge of orgasm. Waiting for the moment when you dive off the edge into ecstasy.

Almost as if sensing that your climax is impending, Bucky picks up the pace, swiveling his hips and grinding his pelvis down on your clit for added stimulation. “Come on, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. I can feel your walls quivering around me. Give in. Fall apart on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That’s it. That’s all you need to lose yourself and let go completely. Surrendering to the euphoric bliss, screaming out for the whole compound to hear.

A rainbow of stars detonate behind your eyes as you writhe beneath him, back arching off the mattress before you go limp, laying in a state of bonelessness.

“Don’t pass out on me now doll. I’m so close. Little pussy is squeezin’ me so tight.” His pumps become erratic as he chases his own high. “Don’t you want me to fill  you up? Have me leaking out of you for days?”

You just nod and whisper out. “Please. Full.” Not able to formulate more than two words in your current state.

It was all the validation that he needed to hear to stop holding back and release the days worth of his seed into your waiting womb. Painting the walls white with rope after rope of his spend. 

It felt like it went on forever with how much he was pouring into you, until his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed on your chest. Catching his breath and covering your face in sweet kisses as you both come back down to earth.

You stayed locked together, your pussy warming his cock, as you both let your fingertips roam along the other's skin. Allowing yourselves time to just revel in the moment of the new direction your relationship is heading.

"You sure you're okay with the world knowing about us, doll? You’re not afraid that you'll no longer be safe?" He asks into your neck. 

"Like I said before, I feel no less safe than I did before, James.” You tell him with conviction. ”Plus now, I get to rub it in everyone's face that the White Wolf is all mine.” You grin like the cat that got the cream. “You're truly stuck with me now, Bucky."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He places a soft kiss on your lips.

Just as the kiss deepens and you start the journey towards round two, there’s a knock at the door, followed by Sam’s muffled voice. "You guys done making up yet? Steve wont let us eat until you guys get back out here."

You both can’t help but laugh. "Tell Stevie we'll be right out but we're not staying long. I've got time to make up for."

“TMI man! A simple ‘Be right out’ would have been enough, Buck.” Sam scoffs as we walks back to the common area.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get dressed before Stevie comes looking for us next.”

If you made it to the end, THANK YOU! If you liked it please feel free to let me know (but it's not required); and if you didn't, that's okay too, I still thank you for even giving it a chance.

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a long list of songs that remind me of the witcher

okay i started this way too late at night when i was in a witcher mood so here we go, here's a deadass masterlist of some of the songs that remind me of the witcher (some might be a stretch but WHO CARES, not me)

[ SPOILERS AHEAD !! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED ]

ciri

nobody by the crane wives because of her and mistle

little astronaut by aku p

rose by the oh hellos mainly because of the lines "wars are raising for her" but also some other parts, this one is a stretch

take me to war by the crane wives reminds me vaguely of her during the voleth meir possession, but just her in general

run baby run by the rigs

welly boots by the amazing devil can't fully explain why, it just feels right

soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos she's the king, of course

hard times by ethel cain

eat you alive by the oh hellos

jaskier / dandelion

blossoms by the amazing devil season 2 character arc

the old witch sleep and the good man grace by the amazing devil season 2 character arc again

soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos the poet, for obvious reasons

dandelion by gabbie hanna

dear fellow traveler by sea wolf don't know why. it just seems like the kind of situation he'd get into

rule #35 - microphone by fish in a birdcage kind of reminds me of his plot in blood origin? i didn't like that show either i just love him

little lion man by mumford & sons reminds me of season 3 when he has to tell geralt that "ciri" was taken by nilfgaard

rule #2 - moonlight by fish in a birdcage just him being a golden retriever when he hyperfixates on a person

geralt

blood upon the snow by hozier and bear mccreary

soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos as the soldier

the wolf by the crane wives

yennefer

as good a reason by paris paloma

tongues & teeth by the crane wives i don't know it's just? her?? can't articulate it but it's her

burn your village by kiki rockwell well well, if it isn't the embodiment of yennefer of vengerberg

pray by the amazing devil

pretty little things by the crane wives

the horror and the wild by the amazing devil

yenralt

the angel of small death and the codeine scene by hozier

i want to live by borislav slavov

wild blue yonder by the amazing devil

danse macabre by the oh hellos i know it's instrumental but. hear me out. it reminds me of the melange

like real people do by hozier

radskier

rule #7 - angel tango by fish in a birdcage

caesar by the oh hellos (i have zero reasoning other than i've always imagined the song to an animatic of literally any kind of gay betrayal i DONT KNOW WHY its not at all relevant to the song)

no light, no light by florence + the machine

i want to live by borislav slavov

the garden by the crane wives

yennefer and ciri

arsonist's lullabye by hozier

burn your village by kiki rockwell but under different reasoning this time, so hear me out - "i am the vengeful daughter of the witch." In this essay I will

geralt and ciri

everybody wants to rule the world by lorde - or tears for fears since it's the original of course, i just feel like the lorde version is more fitting for the dark & dramatic tone of the witcher

rule #9 - child of the stars by fish in a birdcage

space song by beach house i think just because of the lines "it will take a while to make you smile" and "were you ever lost? was she ever found?" once again, a stretch

jaskier and ciri

inkpot gods by the amazing devil in the sense of their adorable uncle/niece dynamic (i interpret this song in a familial way in most contexts). it could also very well be a geralt and ciri song

that's all i can think of at the moment. i tried to look for geraskier but i couldn't find anything yet. reblog with songs that remind you of the witcher and i'll add them, this list will be updated as i think of more

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To the anon that sent me an ask about asking my thoughts about the tv show, Im so sorry but something happened and I think it got deleted 😭 But dw I would still answer it here-

So this would be a critism post and I want to make it clear that everyone is free to reblog and comment their thoughts freely, while being kind. Critism is valid and its not rude, but any bad comments or hateful remarks to any actor, especially child actors, would be deleted. I dont like blocking so dont make me please!

Okay to start, I would be so honest and say I did not find the show successful and I did not like it. I would explain all the reasons, but did it make me feel nostalgia a bit? Yes it did. Did it make me cry at the end? Yes :) I would add pros at the end. But first:

Cgi was really bad, I mean that claiming scene would be a laughing stock in a few years. Chimera? Nope- Medusa's hair also looked better in that movie in 2010. Also they avoided showing Grover's legs so much, also didn't even show us riptide's change...They got 15M per episode and if these are the results, then it is a problem. Background of Percy and Ares's fight- so so greenscreen. I wish Disney can take things seriously.

Lighting was so dark, especially for the lighting thief. Which was such a humor filled book and it was way too colorful. Why make it all so dark and lifeless?

Also humor? Way too low for pjo. "But we are not reading Percy's mind!" Yet, there were so many jokes in the books that could have been add, but they didn't. Yes there are some good jokes (pinecone fate) but to the standart, I expected to laugh way more. Its pjo!

Changes? Well to be honest I am a person who keeps book and show separate, I dont think they are the same at all. So I dont complain about the changes at much. But most of the changes were pointless to me and so many things left unsaid. I wish they didn't make Gabe way too soft. Children's show, yes. But then again, what would you do for later seasons if they cant even show Crusty's dead. Sally's real reason to marry Gabe never get explained, why? 4 pearls, why? Missing deadline? Totally pointless. Not mentioning Riptide's name? Chiron might have say it. Love tunnel? Now its a long one. Rick explained they couldn't do spiders and its hilarious, you gotta do sea monsters man- And instead of a chance to see an actual comedy: live on Olympus and Annabeth losing her shit. We get to see such a early scene of Percabeth drama. Why changing one of the funniest scene in the books to drama? You needed more edits for view or smt? Hephaestus falling over to the speech of friendship was nothing but cringe to me. Moving on, Thalia's acting to Annabeth. Why she is not nice to her and Annabeth had to earn her love. The point was Thalia to remember Jason and taking Annabeth under her wings immediatly bcs of it. Medusa's scene- Instead of us laughing to trio's silly behaviours and falling to her trap like little kids would, we get to hear a monster-hero talk. Yay another speech! Ovid's side of the story also bothered me. Greek mythology, why adding Ovid? Just us to sympatize with Medusa. Lotus Casino scene- We could have watch them have fun and going crazy but noo- they had do add more drama with Hermes. Did not see the point of his appearing either. Why is he there? I wanted to see them being children...And wanted to see the magic of the place!

Now if I move to characters, Percy's I know it all side is just annoying and adds no suspense to the viewers. What's the point if he knows everything already? "But his mom taught him!" But guys, remember, the whole point of pjo was: us to learn with Percy! We were learning the Greek myths with Percy, who is new to the world. They go somewhere and Percy immediatly: "You are Crusty, my mom told stories about you!" 😑 What a relief then! You tell us. Percy's sudden bravery at the end? Dude, he has 5 books for that.

Annabeth turning to a stoic child soldier? Suddenly goody-two shoes? Where are her emotions? Her fears? Her flaws? Her fricking love of architecture? She doesnt need to know everything to be smart girl. She had ADHD, she is 12! Ofc she was supposed to fall in traps. We should have watch her blushing as Luke talks, getting all wet by Percy in the toilet, she was supposed to our little girl. She is not just a badass queen yet, please. Give her personality back. Why she only smiled once at the end of the series? And not having a childhood, not even watched a movie? You guys cant be serious- She grew up in chb! She picked up strawberries, she played games and she watched movies when she was little, remember? She was not in legion... She is one of the most emotional characters, should we remind this to Rick and writers? She cries, she has feeling! Dam she was crying when they left Cerberus! She was a trouble-maker, she stole clothes, remember? Her portrayal was awful...

And about the Gods- Just..."He is trying to make them look awful at the beginning" Then why the hell it was only Athena? Almost turning her to second Zeus- Are you kidding me? You make her suddenly a child killer, when in the books she was nothing like that. Why making her worse, when other gods(Poseidon, Hermes, Hephaestus,Dionysus,Ares,Hades) seem way more human and nicer? You cant tell me he tries to make them worse when they are portrayed like that! No sir- Hephaestus is nice enough to release Percy after a friendship speech. Poseidon is suddenly a perfect dad, he is not sorry that Percy is born. Ares is just a dumb twitter bully, where in the books he was threating them to no end. And fricking Hades?! I am sorry but Hades like that- He should have been scary. But no, he is just a lonely cool guy. I thought he softened after Nico. Cant wait for the development now...

Other than that, one of my most important things: vibe. Sorry...Like I said, it was way too boring for pjo. Even that horrible movies had more vibe! Gimme the vibe!

Pacing? Has a problem and I hope they fix it. Episodes being too short? Also another issue.

Now for the chb, I was hoping to see more activity. Why the camp is not full of noisy kids running around, playing hide and seek like in the books, training wild around the areas, camfire and silly songs? Where are our children screaming and being ADHD demigods? Instead they play chess in the cabin- Please, give more life to chb.

Finally, for the things I liked:

Riptide song!!! That song is my favourite thing in the whole show- Like its soo good.

Seeing Sally's struggle to raise Percy. Also a plus for me. Because I was curious. Also adding Poseidon to the scene was okay. I loved that parts.

Young Percy did awesome and he was such a good actor :)

Percy's dreams were good, I loved seeing them. Congrats! Andd, child accurate cast. It was important. But I wish they hurry so then we wont have it anymore 😭

That was it! Like I said, I find it a bad show, as a fan of 12 years. I waited this for so many years. I was dreaming this. But sorry, bad show is a bad show. At least it did give me some nostalgia and it did make me cry at the end :) I hope they improve because it would suck if they get a cancel before season 5. The bad thing is, I feel they knew we pjo fandom wanted a show for years. And they knew we would eat the crumbs. Its just not fair, you know. They would like it anyway, type. They are not taking it as seriously as they should. With that budget, look at other shows with that budget. I know, its still a kids' show. But I dont think its an excuse for them to upset the fans who waited this long...

Thanks for the ask anon! And like I said, feel free to add your thoughts :)

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 9 batchersss

Let's do it 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x05

"I get my own comm device?" she's so excited and it's so big on her lil arm 🥺🤲

Wrecker working out with Gonky

Echo: "the jedi trusted him" Tech: "the jedi who are all dead" bro 💀 I mean he has a point but still

dad batch telling Omega her comm isn't a toy...

*2 seconds later* Omega sneaking off to use her comm as a toy 😂

Echo and Hunter mom and dad going through the rules with Omega

(fun fact my mum knows their rules because I say them to her lmao)

Tech's reaction to seeing Cid's place is literally "charming 👀" oml he's roasting her before he even meets her I love him sm

the two guys Ahsoka set free !!! on Oba diah !!!

Hunter: 'who is Cid?' Echo: 'I literally have no idea' 💀

Tech: "that would've been information to share earlier" brooo his sass level as at an all time high this ep 👑

TURN AROUND RN BOYS ITS NOT WORTH IT

Omega is so smart fr 💕

Echo mom grabbing Omega's hand before she touches the sharp thingy

CID WHY TF DO YOU HAVE CLONE HELMETS IN YOUR STUPID LITTLE OFFICE LIKE THEYRE DECORATIONS

I don't hate a lot of star wars characters, but Cid is definitely one of them now ngl

DONT DO IT BOYS IT'S A TRAP

Wrecker and Omega high five 💕💕💕💕

Cid called Wrecker "it" I'm- 😡

Wreckers headaches are getting worse 🥲🙃

I know someone has spoken about this before but I just cannot get over the way Omega hugs her little clone doll when she finds out some people are sold and treated like property 😭💔 it's like poetry but not the nice kind

Omega: "poor Muchi she looks scared" 🤲

another fun fact my dad says this all the time hehe oops (no my parents have not seen tbb)

oop Hunter dad told Omega to stay on the ship

shhh they're sneaking 🤫

I MISS THEM SO BAD THEYRE DOING MISSION THINGS LIKE "Echo, sitrep" idk it just feels so tcw I'm emotional 🥲

Wrecker hits his head count: 5

Hunter and Tech got the zappy net oop

Omega: "now she's a bad batcher" screaming, crying, kicking my feet, throwing myself across the room

Omega always calls for Hunter first 🥺

STOP ZAPPING OUR BOYS 😡

Wrecker trying to comfort the lil green baby 🥲

Tech's dramatic sigh count: 583

Omega has the brain cell this ep fr

THE TALKING WITHOUT WORDS GETS ME EVERY FREAKING TIME I SWEAR

ew get ur crusty feral slaver ass outta here, skug

lmao Echo shouting to Omega like 'we are unarmed pls arm us' 😂

WAIT I saw someone posting about this, if anyone knows what I'm talking about pls tag the op or something please !! but they were talking about how Echo seems so willing to work with Omega in the field, like he trusts her despite her being a child, possibly because he'd worked alongside Ahsoka as a child, like for him it's normal to work with a child soldier. so while the rest of the batch are like ??? how to talk to babies ??? Echo is giving her battlefield instructions and gives her a bit more 'freedom' (for lack of a better word) in the field

lmao Wrecker's way of distracting the guards is to take out some guy's ankles 💀

"I wasn't sneaking... I was unlocking" YESSSS OMEGAAAA 🥰💕👑🙌

screwdriver hand go brrr

Echo: "the rancor is Muchi???" 🤨🙃 poor baby just needs a nap fr

okay but Hunter just throws Echo's pack at him from like 10ft away 💀 then Wrecker immediately throws him his helmet 👀 yes I watched it multiple times 🤫

Echo again !! he straight up volunteers to take Omega with him 💕

Tech is an ipad kid

OMEGA GRABBING THE LITTLE GREEN BABY'S HAND 🥺

get them Muchi !! tear those slavers apart !!! (insert evil Nimona face)

Wrecker's big nod to slide his helmet over his face properly teehee

Wrecker hits his head count: 6

Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the-

do not ask me how many times I've watched this scene... just don't

but the answer is yes

anyway back to being normal lmao

Omega finding her laser bow 🙌 !!! + Echo mom calling aftet her lololol

Muchi thrashed that slaver pet fr

Wrecker: 'challenge accepted' *fights rancor*

Bib Fortuna and the guards for the ot vibes 🥰

Omega riding Muchi !!! very Fett of her hehe

"I'm good with secrets" yeah and I'm good at going to bed before 3am 🙄 pfft good with secrets my ass Ciddarin 😠

tysm for joining again friends 💕 I actually meant to post this yesterday but I fell asleep oopsie

but I'm running out of time lolol so I'm gonna have to watch a few eps a day now !!

who else is terrified for s3 👀

It's almost 3am and these are the only 2 pics I can find from this ep 🥲 feel free to reblog and add more 💕

[heich0e]

liv…. i eat up your dialogue EVERY TIME like a crazy person.. if you post smth for someone i dont go here for, i read it just because 🤍 i 🤍 love 🤍 your 🤍 writing 🤍 but that being said……. i must know the details of the canonverse levi wip you posted. what did erwin do! what was levi and r’s relationship! how!!!!

if you're genuinely interested, i really don't mind telling u what the plot is because i will quite literally never post it. it was the first fic i ever wrote for any anime, and i hadn't even gotten very far into the actual show at the point of writing—so while some aspects are (tenuously) canon-compliant, there are also many very clear ways in which it is not.

so, to reduce that terrible levi x reader fic (it's so bad and i MEAN that!!) down to its barest bones, start to finish:

[WARNING: THERE IS AN ENTIRE FIC SUMMARIZED UNDER THIS READ MORE AND IT IS MULTIPLE THOUSANDS OF WORDS LONG. THEMES INCLUDE: DUBCON, CANON CHARACTER DEATH, VAGUELY MISOGYNISTIC TONES, AND EVERY SINGLE CRINGE-Y FANFIC CLICHE U CAN IMAGINE. BYE.]

at the point where the fic opens, reader is a young, low-ranking soldier in the survey corps on her way to mitras with levi and erwin to attend a small gala being hosted by a very wealthy family that they're petitioning (effectively wooing) to provide funding for the corps

the reason reader is asked to come along is because she comes from a very good family in mitras and is connected to the "high society" folk—though never explicitly stated, erwin very much intends to use her and her social graces as a sort of poster child and mouthpiece for the corps, in hopes that she can charm ppl and help them gain favour to accomplish their goal

all things considered, reader was very privileged growing up and had as comfortable/luxurious of a life as anyone (at least anyone in paradis) could possibly hope to have. her family is aristocracy/noble and comes from a long line of "wealth." her father is a doctor who consults with the military in a high ranking capacity—though he's never actively been a soldier, and it's largely just a cushy job where he doesn't do much actual grunt work, just gets consulted on things and sits on boards or whatever

reader graduated from school and enlisted in the military when she came of age—to the shock and horror of her family (especially her mother) and their noble peers. but she felt an impetus to do something with her life that wasn't just sit around docilely and look pretty until eventually her father handed her over to an advantageous husband and she went from daughter to wife and surely then eventually mother—while never actually having any agency or choice for herself

because reader was well-educated from childhood, she did well academically at the cadet academy, and because she grew up in a comfortable home she is physically very competent as well (though truthfully her skill as a soldier is often very OP and cringey to read back now... but it was my first fic! sue me!)

levi and reader don't interact much in the corps (as he's not her squad leader) but when they do they're constantly at odds—he thinks less of her as a result of her silver spoon upbringing, and while she doesn't dislike him, per se, she definitely resents his treatment of her

on the trip to mitras (alongside a very uncomfortable homecoming to her estranged family's home with two men who are effectively her bosses) they attend the gala/banquet and it's revealed that the family hosting it is the most wealthy in mitras (save for the royal family, though they're sort of unofficially considered the second-in-command) who reader is very familiar with—they have a son her age, and a few daughters slightly younger, who she grew up close to (i made all these characters up btw.... first fic liv was rly going wild)

the son from this family was always sort of sweet on reader growing up, and they have a vaguely romantic history in their teens (before reader enlisted.) reader very quickly surmises that she was brought along (or at the very least is able) to possibly sway the son in their favour, as the eldest and heir to this family's fortune, who would in turn convince the father to support the corps

the son (his name is adam btw. if anyone cares? lmao) is actually very sweet, and earnestly cares for her. he's just blinded by his own affluence to a lot of realities—like most extremely wealthy people are

reader is a good soldier and she's cunning, and she knows that what she's doing is ethically/morally questionable but in the interest of the greater good she goes along with some flirtation/manipulation for the cause

the story progresses and reader continues her work in the military, but the heir from this family is clearly infatuated with her and he (and his father/family by extension) begin implicating themselves more heavily with the military as an excuse to see her/spend time with her/etc though of course it's all under the guise of official business

so it's like the life she fled is bleeding into the one she built for herself, and it's stark juxtaposition becomes very clear in those instances where they overlap and she's forced to juggle them both

she just wants to be a soldier and do good. erwin is (in so many words) pressuring her to do her part and keep up the charade. levi is watching this all unfold from the wings and starts to feel some genuine sympathy for her

lots of very dramatic things happen, yadda yadda yadda. levi grows less hostile over time, and reader becomes closer to him. she's always respected him and that grows into something mutual. there's a lot of unspoken tension brewing between them

it's revealed that reader threw her cadet exam results so that she wouldn't be in the top of her class, and therefore couldn't become an MP and had to join either the garrison or the scouts. she did it intentionally (erwin knew and used this to his advantage) so that her family wouldn't be able to force her back to mitras. when levi realizes what erwin did/knew and how he used it to his own advantage it really upsets him, because he's basically pimping reader out for the betterment of the survey corps. this is the first time you really see levi get angry about the way she's being used (and you can infer in this moment that he maybe cares about her a bit)

more dramatic stuff happens!

the story culminates in the reveal that the son is planning to ask for reader's hand in marriage. her own family has already agreed. part of the financial agreement the powerful family has made with the survey corps is that reader will effectively be retired once she marries (and transferred to a clerical role with the MPs. desk work, basically. fake work, for all intents and purposes, because the position was made up just for her)

reader goes to erwin, understandably extremely distraught when she finds out, and begs him to stop it from happening. she doesn't really care about getting married, but she doesn't want to leave the scouts. he effectively (though not explicitly/in these particular words) implies that maybe if she fucks her "fiance" he'll be more open to compromise and let her stay in the corps

she does it, but unsurprisingly loverboy is not about to let the woman he's obsessed with (who he has now officially boned lmao) go back to risking her life every day in the military, and it's almost immediately revealed that her plan didn't work at all

(erwin pretty much knew the whole time it wasn't going to work. bastard.)

reader feels betrayed and helpless. she goes to levi the night before she's set to leave—who basically is like "uhhhh i told you so??" upon finding out what's happened—and they end up sleeping together anyway in a very emotionally fraught and vulnerable moment

she leaves the next day

a timeskip happens. turns out that the ENTIRETY of the wealthy family was killed in the attack in mitras (like between annie and eren's titans i think? don't remember what season that is. a lot of ppl get smooshed in a church. they were there.)

but reader had already been married into the family. she wasn't in the church and inherited the entirety of their wealth as the sole surviving family member.

she was also.... pregnant :) (of course she was! this fic hits every trope and bad fanfic cliche! maybe it's twins!)

levi is back in mitras years (??) later (listen.... i didn't know where the hell the canon storyline of this manga was going at the time so FORGIVE ME for the fact that obviously this is not canon compliant l m a o)

reader has become sort of a recluse since everything happened in mitras, but having inherited the wealth she's become a key figure politically and particularly with respect to the military because of her influence as a donor.

levi tracks her down to this surprisingly humble property on the outskirts of town.

there's a little boy playing in the yard. no more than four or five. he has dark hair and slate grey eyes. levi looks at this child and sees his mother's face.

the little boy speaks to him but levi is (understandably) very confused and disoriented. reader comes outside and is shocked to see levi there. like she's seeing a ghost.

reader tells the little boy to come to her and scoops him up in her arms, and she quietly reminds him (his name is Teddy btw... short for Theodore) that he's not supposed to talk to strangers.

and Teddy leans in real close and says "but mama... he has your wings" because Levi is wearing his survey corps uniform with the insignia on them. you've kept your own patch (a parting gift from erwin when he sold you off... how thoughtful) and treasure it.

all of which is to say that basically Levi is the kid's father, but because reader was already married when her pregnancy was discovered and the timeline still checked out—so no one ever questioned the paternity (especially because she was a WIDOW by the time she gave birth.)

teddy is now the "legitimate" heir to the entire fortune that was left by reader's husband/his family, but until he comes of age it's reader's to manage, so she can provide a safe home for him to grow up in—though notably removed from the society that she was raised in.

it's heavily implied (though not actually confessed) that reader and levi have been in love with each other for all these years, and there's a kind of optimism about what future is ahead for them now that their paths have crossed again. (present day canon-knowing liv is laughing at this part in particular.)

the end.

[callsign-bunnie]

For horror night, what about bunny rudy getting nonconned in front of the group but snapping and killing everyone after (not the group obvis since u dont do mcd)

Oh hell yeah, I have been dying to do something like this for a while! Anyway, Horror Night!

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They'd been caught in the woods. It wasn't Valeria's cartel, Rodolfo knew that. That'd only made it worse. Valeria would have any alpha's knot if they even spoke about doing to any omega what this disgusting Alpha planned to do to Rodolfo.

Rodolfo had tried hard to get away. The entire group had practically helped him, but it hadn't worked out. He'd still ended up grabbed and slammed against the ground.

Stripped of his clothes and now he was being actively violated. He couldn't look at the group, who had guns to their heads, threatening to go off if they looked away or tried to save him.

Rodolfo instead turned his head the other direction and sobbed. Occasionally his survival instinct would kick in and he'd shove and kick but it was no use.

Rodolfo felt violated and used and he just wanted this to stop. The worst part was knowing he was going to die after this. Or maybe... it was relieving.

The alpha, a wolf hybrid, even had laid a gun by his head. He knew it was going to be used to end his life right after this. He knew that. But... it was still scary.

"This is your place, little rabbit. Being used little prey for predators like me. Why you even thought you could be a soldier is beyond me. You will never be better for more than this." The alpha growled into Rodolfo's ear.

Rodolfo didn't answer, just rolled his head to the side again. He went completely numb, all of the fight draining out of him. He was going to die, anyway. God couldn't stop this.

He screamed when the alpha knotted him and practically ripped it out. His hands trembled from the pain that caused and he wanted to scream louder.

Rodolfo stared right up the barrel of the gun as it was pointed at him and he just slumped. He couldn't even bring himself to be afraid of death at this rate.

"Do not kill him, please. Kill me. Kill me instead." Alejandro pleaded and Rodolfo could have smacked him. He wanted this. He wanted it to be over after this.

However, the alpha looked at Rodolfo and then shrugged. "I'll give him a fighting chance."

Rodolfo closed his eyes and a soft sob escaped his chest because he didn't want a fighting chance. He wanted the bullet.

"Get up and run little rabbit. Whichever of you finds him can have him." The alpha gestured to his men.

Rodolfo had half a mind to scream at Alejandro. He didn't meet his eyes, not wanting to see the horror and guilt there. Instead, he just stayed where he was.

"Let me repeat myself. Get up and run little rabbit, or one of your friends will die. If I have to say it again, another will."

Rodolfo didn't even hesitate, this time. He couldn't let them die.

So he got up and ran.

He ignored the pain in his body, telling him this was the worst thing to do. He just ran. He could already hear the others chasing after him and it filled him with adrenaline and terror, because he wasn't quite sure he wanted to find out what they were willing to do if they caught him.

Rodolfo climbed the first tree he could find, praying none of them were small enough to be able to try that. He got as high as he could go and sobbed into his hand. It was cold and he was in so much pain and he couldn't handle this. His heart was pounding.

Why was he entertaining this?? Why was he running?? Why-

Why was he letting them chase him? They didn't deserve to get to chase him. They didn't deserve to be big bad predator alphas who chase little prey through the woods.

They didn't deserve to live.

Rodolfo felt claws grasp around his heart and his mind went fuzzy. Fuck this. He was a fucking special forces soldier. He'd survived in the mountains with nothing but his basic gear. He was not going to let these fuckers chase him down and violate him again.

The first was fairly easy. He waited for them to approach under the tree, climbing down so he could get the right angle. They were alone, thankfully, so he just dropped down on their shoulders, clawing at their throat until they went down.

He'd ripped their throat out with nothing but his claws and it felt fantastic. Then, he'd dripped them of their clothes and their gear. They didn't need it anymore, they were dead.

Was it way too big? Yes. Were his fingertips no longer turning blue from cold? Yes. Oversized gear was better than no gear, and it was better than being chased down, naked.

Rodolfo looked down at the dead body he was still standing over. Them going down so easy was so pathetic. He'd been so scared of that a moment before.

He debated taking their gun but no. That would be noise. He couldn't have that. If they knew he was fighting back, they might kill his group. If they haven't, already, but just in case, it was better to be safe.

Instead, he took the knife off their belt and their handgun, just in case. And then, just because it was available, he took the garrote they had on their belt, too. Maybe he'd use it.

Then, he hit their body in a bush. He didn't want them to know he was fighting back. He cut his hand with the knife and dripped the blood over their pile, hoping his prey scent would overwhelm theirs.

Then, he stood and looked around, trying to figure out where to go, next. He wanted- no. Needed to wipe them all out. Then, hopefully his friends would still be alive and they could get the fuck out of there.

Rodolfo scented the air, able to make out another alpha about 20 feet from him. He ducked down, immediately, and stuck close to the tree, waiting.

He carefully lured them away from the other area to a new one, making sure to keep his scent strong, but his body just out of sight. He dripped more blood in a small spot and then hid in a bush, waiting.

Rodolfo watched with disgust as they crouched down and touched the blood, before bringing it to their lips. The scent strengthened and Rodolfo could gag on the lust in the air. He tensed when he saw them suddenly look in his direction.

Come closer... He dared them. He'd be ready.

Sure enough, they came closer. "Come on, little rabbit... It's not so bad... I'll make it feel good. I'll take you home and make you my little bride. Wouldn't you like that?"

Rodolfo would like nothing less. He moved his face so he could be seen a little better, making sure he looked scared out of his mind.

"Aww... poor thing..." The alpha cooed, cruelly. Rodolfo could make out mountain lion ears from the now shorter distance. He wanted to rip them off. "Come out... It's better if you do." They started to reach into the bush.

Rodolfo whimpered, but he moved his wrist closer to their hand. They grasped onto it, firmly, and ripped him out of the bush. He didn't even give them a chance to think before he was on them, stabbing their face over and over and over with the knife.

He could feel the serrated edge as it had to be ripped back out through bone and blood eventually sprayed on his face. It coated him with it.

Rodolfo found that he kind of liked the feeling. It was warm.

When they had stopped struggling, he wiped the blood off his face and took a deep breath. Suddenly, pain tore through his arm, his ears barely registering the gunshot behind him.

Rodolfo ducked down and rolled off the body, getting out the handgun and shooting back. It was a pair this time and while he barely managed to take one out, the other was still shooting at him.

"Fuck!" He got up and ducked behind a tree, another bullet grazing his leg. Think. Think.

The gunshots stopped.

"You're a psychotic little rabbit, aren't you?"

"You're hunting me. I'm just playing fair." Rodolfo answered, keeping his voice even. He could smell them getting closer around the right of the tree and he tensed again.

Blood dripped down his arm and he grit his teeth to ignore the pain. He'd gone through worse, he could handle this.

The alpha laughed, low. "You're not going to win this hunt."

"There was only twelve of you and I've already taken down three. I think I like my chances." Rodolfo gripped the knife tightly.

"We'll call in more backup."

"I'll kill them too."

"Was it fun being violated while you couldn't do anything to stop it? Was it fun being put in your place?"

The alpha was likely trying to frighten him, but all it did was piss him off more. How dare he. How dare he say that. "Will it be fun when I rip your knot off of your body?"

"You won't get the chance."

"Come closer. Try me."

The alpha seemed to hesitate. His scent didn't get closer. But then, he moved around the tree. Rodolfo darted around the other side, jumping on his back and sinking his teeth into his ear. He ripped it off, easily, ignoring the alpha's scream of pain.

"Fuck you!" Rodolfo spit the ear on him and shoved him down. He got out the knife again and stabbed it through his neck.

The alpha held the exit wound of the knife as Rodolfo kicked him onto his back, staring up at Rodolfo with wide eyes.

Rodolfo laughed and twirled the knife between his fingers. "I think I made a promise, numb-knot." He crouched down. He would rip it off but that took too much time.

Instead, he just stabbed at his crotch with the knife, ignoring the alpha trying desperately to whack at him and scream. He should be saving his breath since he'd be breathing through his neck. Whatever, if he wanted to die faster, be his guest.

When Rodolfo was satisfied with the damage he caused, he stood again. "Was it fun?" He spat at the alpha. He looked at their ears, seeing they were also a mountain lion. "Let's even you out, hmm?"

They were somehow still alive, so their eyes widened and they gasped as they tried to shake their head. Rodolfo laughed, but decided against it. Instead, he just looted their body. His arm was bleeding even more, now.

He needed to be careful.

He found a lighter and another knife, so he swapped it with the one he had, and took their canteen, sucking down the water before dumping it on them.

He travelled a small distance, in case someone came across their body. There had been twelve, he'd taken down 4 now. That made eight left.

Rodolfo climbed a tree and yanked up his sleeve, using the knife to cut four tally marks in his arm. So he could keep track. The sting also kept his mind sharp.

Now, he need to deal with his bullet wound. The graze on his leg could barely be felt due to the adrenaline coursing through his veins but, his arm was throbbing. He needed to take care of it.

Taking a deep breath, he dug the knife into the wound, trying not to scream from pain. It was horrible, he could both feel the knife digging in his skin, and his skin being dug in.

Rodolfo had done this before. For Alejandro. He could do this. He grit his teeth and managed to pop the bullet out, taking a deep breath when he was done and panting from pain. It clouded his skull for a moment before clearing back to the throb before.

He shrugged off the jacket enough for his shoulder to be out. Then, he got out the lighter and started to hold the flame to the knife. He wasn't looking forward to this part, but blood was inconvenient. His hand was one thing, he'd needed that blood. But this blood... This blood could get him caught.

So, when the knife was almost glowing red, he didn't waste time to stick it to his arm. The pain flooded all of his senses and he almost fell forward out of the tree, gritting his teeth so hard it made his jaw ache.

His arm felt like it was melting off and he swore when he was done and had gotten out of this, he was going to find whatever cartel that jackass was from and he was going to murder every single one of those jackasses.

When he was satisfied, he ripped the knife off the burned skin and panted, squeezing his eyes shut. God, he was going to fucking kill all of the remaining 8 fuckers so slow and painful.

Rodolfo gave himself ten minutes of recovery before dropping down again. He perked his ears up, staying in the crouched position he'd dropped into.

Footsteps in the distance, but going a different direction. He carefully crept in that direction, taking slow even breaths so he could keep hearing them.

They stopped, suddenly, and he took the opportunity, rushing closer. He'd been able to make out only one pair, thankfully, so he knew this would be an easy kill.

Rodolfo crept low and sniffed the air, frowning at the sent of omega. Oh, whatever, they were all working for the cartel. Fuck them, too.

He waited until he was close enough before bursting forward and tackling them, about to slam his knife into their throat.

"Rudy!" They cried, their arms crossed to stop his. "Rudy! It's me, Soap!"

Rodolfo stopped and backed off them, immediately. As promised, Soap was on the ground, his eyes wide. "Soap?! You're alive??"

"I think so..." Soap coughed and sat up, panting. "Fuck... When you took off, that bastard, Luiz I think, went to kill us but Alejandro and Ghost just went feral. I've never seen either of them like that. Alejandro ripped Luiz to shreds and Ghost took care of the two that were supposed to pick us off."

"Where are they?" Rodolfo straightened and helped Soap up, grateful they were all alive.

"Once it was over, Alejandro went after you and Ghost went after Alejandro." Soap dusted himself off. "Of course, I went after Ghost. I assume the others are also looking for you."

Rodolfo frowned. "Fuck." Alejandro was running through the woods, searching for him. "That's three, right?"

Soap frowned but nodded, his eyes widening when Rodolfo pulled up his sleeve and did three more notches in his arm. "That's seven so... five left. If the others haven't killed any others."

Soap shook his head. "Rodolfo, we need to get the fuck out of here."

"Absolutely not." Rodolfo laughed. "You can leave, hermano. But, I'm gonna finish what I started." He stuck the knife back in his belt.

Soap watched him for a moment before sighing. "Alright. What's the next step?"

"Can you smell anyone near us?" Rodolfo relaxed, glad Soap decided to help him. Luiz was dead... he couldn't help but be disappointed, since he'd wanted to watch the life leave his eyes. But... he trusted Alejandro had made it painful.

Soap sniffed the air before shaking his head. "No. But I did smell two alphas on the way here."

"What direction?" Rodolfo asked, following him when he headed that way. As promised, the strong scent of alpha could be picked up rather easily.

But, three instead of two. Rodolfo and Soap stopped behind a large rock when they got close enough, able to hear speaking, now. "You should have just stayed with the others old man."

Soap's eyes narrowed and Rodolfo scented the air, recognizing the cigar smoke smell of Price. Fuck. Rodolfo stopped him before he could burst through and considered.

Two alphas, one Price, one Rodolfo, one Soap. He liked those odds. He took a deep breath and strengthened his scent as best he could.

"The omega is near..." One of them immediately said. "Don't fucking move." Rodolfo heard a soft impact and a growl, but otherwise nothing.

Rodolfo got out the knife this time, handing the gun to Soap, who nodded.

The scent of alpha got closer and Rodolfo crouched low. Soap touched his arm, suddenly, feeling over the burn. Rodolfo winced and jerked his arm away, glaring at him. Soap frowned but nodded and looked away.

"Come out little rabbit."

"God, if you fuckers don't stop calling me that!" Rodolfo exclaimed, frustrated, before cursing in Spanish for a moment.

Footsteps suddenly came around the rock and Rodolfo nodded to Soap to go the other direction. "Get Price." He murmured and Soap nodded, quickly going the other way.

Rodolfo turned around once he was gone, being faced with two alphas.

They seemed shocked, likely at the blood on his face and Rodolfo smiled, hoping the blood on his teeth was still there. "The little rabbit has been having fun." Rodolfo mocked.

They both snarled and one lunged at him. He ducked and dove, quickly, barely managing to avoid their grasp. He slashed at the second one as they came close, climbing the rock.

"Rudy!" Soap called from the other side of the rock and Rodolfo quickly rushed over, catching the scope rifle he was tossed.

Rodolfo turned back to the other two and went back closer to them. "Any last words, you pathetic pieces of shit?"

"You're not going to shoot us. You're just a little rabbit-" Rodolfo cut them off with a bullet through their skull, right between the eyes.

"What a waste of last words." Rodolfo snorted and turned to the other. "You turn?"

Instead, they took off and ran. Rodolfo shot them in the leg before sliding down the rock and going over to them. They were panting, holding their leg. "You're a psychopath-"

"Nope." Rodolfo shot them in the head as well. Then, he went back to Price and Soap. Soap was bandaging up Price's leg. Price had a bite in his ear, both of which were hanging low, likely due to pain.

Rodolfo crouched down to make sure they were okay. "That's three left."

"One." Price huffed, cursing when Soap tied the tourniquet. "Gaz took care of two of them before we were separated by those two." He gestured. "Soap explained your number game to me."

Rodolfo nodded and sat on the ground. The one was probably already taken care of then. "Did they call for backup?"

"I don't think there is backup." Soap sighed. "God, we got taken down by 12 assholes. Only 12."

Price cursed again. "Are you alright, kid?" He turned to Rodolfo, who just shrugged. No, definitely not. But... he'd get through it.

"What cartel do they work through?" Soap asked Rodolfo, who again shrugged.

"No idea, but Valeria will be pissed when she finds out another cartel is on her territory." Rodolfo mumbled and ran a hand down his face. He was exhausted. "Did Luiz scream?"

"Horribly. Made me nauseous." Price immediately answered. "Jesus, kid, I think it's bandaged enough." He swatted him away and Soap rolled his eyes but backed off. "Acts like my leg is about to fall off."

"It might. Would serve you right." Soap huffed. "We need to find the others."

Rodolfo nodded in agreement. "They're all looking for me, right?" He got up, getting out the knife to reopen the wound on his hand. "If I put out enough of my scent, they'll eventually find us. Let's get back to the truck."

Soap cringed. "I don't think cutting open your hand is necessary."

Price dragged himself to his feet. "I agree with Soap. Your scent is all over these woods. It wouldn't even be helpful. I think Ghost and Gaz will eventually just find their way back to the truck."

"Alejandro will tear these woods apart to find me." Rodolfo mumbled, sighing.

"He eventually will. Back at the truck. Let's just go back to the truck for now. You look like you're about to collapse."

Funny, Rodolfo felt like he was about to. He just nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"On my back, kid." Price crouched down and Rodolfo hesitated before deciding he would very much like to not have to walk. He climbed up onto Price's back and yawned.

"You know, we only have a five year age difference."

"Kate is two months older than me and I call her kid." Price snorted. "Everyone is kid."

"Pisses her off, too." Soap laughed, walking with them. "Hey, Price, I'm real tired too, wanna carry me?"

"Get bent, kid." Price snorted. Rodolfo couldn't help laughing and closed his eyes, rubbing them.

Soap burst out laughing and shook his head. "Wow, I see how it is."

They made it back to the truck and Rodolfo slid off Price's back, climbing into the back of the truck. He laid on the floor and just collapsed, falling asleep.

[raffi-cat]

Hi, first of all I LOVE your oc designs they looks so cool. What are their names and what’s going on with them. Gimme the details, if you would like to.

aaa thank you so much!! im assuming you're referring to specifically this post, and yeah, i'd love to talk about them! there isn't really an overarching story, they're all just individuals living their own lives

(also something to keep in mind: i made some of these stories when i was much younger, so they are a bit odd. i've since altered them to make a bit more sense, but i wanted to keep them mostly similar because they are dear to me)

this um, ended up longer than expected, so im putting it under the cut :]

daybreak (skywing): she comes from a family of minor nobility (via maternal generational wealth) and her father was a minor general. they were pretty strict with her and held her to very high standards. she was put to military training when she was fairly young, but the war ended before she was old enough to join

she doesn't really like her parents, especially her mother. there is a matriarch, her great grandmother on her mother's side. daybreak especially doesn't like her. they're all just too strict and it seems she can never quite hold up to their standards

her parents were pretty loyal to queen scarlet, but did easily accept ruby as queen when the official challenge took place. daybreak never liked scarlet, and was very glad ruby became queen

as she gets older she is able to distance from her parents, and moves away from their residence near the palace to live in a smaller town, likely more up north

i might give her a younger brother but i haven't decided yet

desert (sandwing): she has unusually potent venom that seems to eat away at the skin quicker. when her parents found out, being annoyingly loyal to burn, thought giving desert to her as a tool would be the best way they could serve their queen

burn was delighted about a new "secret weapon" but couldn't use her right away because she was still very young. so she was trained until burn deemed her fit to fight (still far too young) the war ended before burn was able to use her "properly", but she did get into many battles before hand, resulting in multiple scars and a partially burned right wing (though not enough to greatly impede her flying)

she was very happy about thorn becoming queen. she didn't stay near the palace long, wanting to get away as soon as possible. she likely finds a small town somewhat similar to possibility

storm (icewing): she was born with a genetic mutation that increases the pigment in parts of her scales. her patterns were pretty light as a baby, and got darker as she got older. if she lived near the palace, she would have been completely shunned. but she lives in a town in the southwest of the ice kingdom, where no one really cares about that. her darker scales do give her a disadvantage as she can't blend in with the snow very well, but she manages. her parents are very loving and she has an overall good life

saffron (mudwing): i don't really have anything for him, to be honest. he's just a sweet boy. i really need to design his siblings, so far i only have a name for one of them. he may not have much but i love him

prismarine (seawing): a middle class seawing, there's not much for her either. but she is gay and has a girlfriend, navy. they are very in love and very cute together

virga (rainwing): she is a pretty regular rainwing, and again not much for her. she's a bit more calm and less excitable than an average rainwing. the village can sometimes get a bit overwhelming, so she likes to spend time in secluded parts of the rainforest

duskfall (nightwing/skywing): her mother (wishkeeper) met a lone skywing soldier (her father, who i dont have a name for yet) while out for a patrol on the main continent. they continued to meet for several weeks and fell in love. she unfortunately couldn't tell him when she found out she was with egg, as he was gone when she went to meet up. (he's still alive don't worry, he was just called back from his post)

back on the island, she was very averse to talking about her egg. there was another dragon she was paired with, though they didn't care much for each other, and she just said it was his without further explanation. he knew it wasn't and was unbothered, but agreed to tell no one

when she had the egg, she kept it near her virtually all the time. even during her work testing animus magic. (i imagine the nightwings would have wanted to do some testing to make sure the magic worked how they wanted it to before using it for something as important as the tunnels. or.. something idk)

due to the close proximity to the magic and a small crack in the shell, caused a minor deformity as her wings being unusually thin and delicate, being practically transparent. this doesn't affect her

(i might change the reason her wings are thin? but this is what the story was and i honestly just haven't really thought about it much, so)

wishkeeper was getting increasingly worried about what would happen when when she hatched and everyone would be able to easily tell she wasn't full nightwing. so, she left the island to hide out in a secluded part of the forested mountains of the sky kingdom, essentially faking her and her egg's death

she found a hidden cave to make their home, and raised duskfall herself. though secluded and often lonely, she had a good mother and a good life. when she got older and the war ended, eventually her father was able to find them again

he was delighted to find out he and wishkeeper had a dragonet. unfortunately he cannot stay with them as he has responsibilities in the sky kingdom, but he does visit. (he got a wife (and potentially a son? haven't decided), but pretty much just for appearances. he doesn't care much for her (it's mutual))

duskfall is an artist and a writer and has always enjoyed capturing moments with her art. fun fact, she is left handed (left taloned?). she likely visits possiblity or a similar town often, but remains living relatively secluded

and there they are! this took longer than i expected but whatever

if you read all of this, uh, thanks! i really appreciate it :]

for your trouble here is a drawing of virga

[bucoliqves]

How would the brothers karamazov be if it was an early 2000s italian telenovela with a low budget? 🧵

We follow the (dis)adventures of the Morettis (Moretti < moro = brown), a roman family that owns a very famous bar.

The head of the family is Matteo (I've never met a single Teodoro (fyodor) in my life + Matteo means God's gift too)

His oldest son Giorgio (again, I've never met a single Demetrio (Dmitri) in my life + Giorgio is a name related to the earth > the goddess demeter) never finished highschool, he got in the army but soon dropped out to follow his new girlfriend Caterina to Milan.

Caterina is the daugther of a retired soldier who got Giorgio into the army in the first place. While he was with Caterina, though, he became friends with her sister Agata, who introduced him to her friend Giulia, who everybody calls Lia (Grushenka. Same shit, you won't find any Agrippinas here).

Matteo had Giorgio with a young woman named Adele, whom he was forced to marry when he got her pregnant and divorced a few years into their marriage. Matteo remarried an even younger woman, Sofia, who gave him two children named Giovanni and Alessio.

Giovanni is about to graduate in natural sciences. He rarely visits his family, but he happened to pop by when Giorgio and Caterina were there too. He secretly fell for her and planned to move to Milan as well to follow her and keep and eye on his brother.

Alessio (whom everybody calls Lele) has always been a quiet, lovely child. He dropped out of uni a few months into the semester to follow his true calling and become a priest. He is following a seminary in Vatican city and visits his father every weekend. (Let's pretend they're roman catholics for the sake of this. DOSTO DONT CRUCIFY ME)

Paolo "Cacaliscia" (literally "smooth shit", best rendition of Smerdyakov i can give you), the three Morettis' "distant cousin", works at the family bar and is the one who knows all the gossip. He despises his job and how his "uncle" treats him, so from time to time he tells everybody's business to the right (wrong) person.

Paolo's scenes are always in the bar. In every single episode with him he's either cleaning glasses with an annoyed expression, leaning on the counter with a shit eating grin ready to gossip or just being the typical caricature of a gay guy in an early 2000s piece of media.

Lele is seen with one (1) signature friend, Michele Raccattoni (raccattare=to collect), who's in the seminary with him but is not very... priest like. The directors LOVE adding scenes of him coming back to their shared room late into the night and Lele switching on the lights annoyed.

The show is top of the charts for five years, has 12 seasons and is still ongoing, everyone and their mother lost their shit when Lele almost left the seminary for Lia and some actual radical priest condemned the show during a sermon (he wanted Lia and Giorgio together).

Giorgio's actor has become italian teenage girls' n1 dream guy and in 2021 there's the start of a whole fandom for the pairing between Alessio and Michele. People who like Giovanni are considered edgy and no one likes Paolo except three Cacaliscia apologists on twitter dot com (me).

In the final episode Lele finally rejects the avances of Elisa, a girl in the seminar who has a crush on him, and becomes the youngest cardinal in Rome because he can. He celebrates the double marriage between Lia/Giorgio and Caterina/Giovanni. Paolo is the flower girl.

The ceremony is stopped when Niccolò, a boy whom Alessio had taken under his wing, storms into the cathedral and tells everyone that Matteo has been found dead. It turns out Paolo had murdered him. The two couples find his will. He wanted to leave everything to Alessio, who decides to divide his inheritance between his brothers and their wives. While he's looking for Paolo to tell him he's going to get some money too he finds out he hung himself in the church confessional.

And uhh thats it. Notte notte.

[obscureother]

secret f/o unlocked: ✈

this is it. here he is. the secret f/o who's only been known as ✈ for posts since mid-june or something. you guys voted photo/gif dump so here you go:

🇬🇧 Corporal Peter Newkirk ✈

f/o est. June 8, 2024 (but I've actually known about his existence for years before i did f/o things)

from Hogan's Heroes 🌑 played by Richard Dawson (*Family Feud sound effects.*)

Romantic f/o. (what's new.)

LOOK AT HIM BHBRHGBR.

so this is corporal newkirk, ye. he's the secret f/o for the ✈ emoji this whole time. He's from Hogan's Heroes and look guys, he's NOT a villain or terrible person :D no he's a good guy. <3

. 🌑 .

For those of you who don't know Hogan's Heroes, it was a tv show that ran in the 60s and 70s (with reruns of course). I don't know what sitcom means but that's what google and bing call it. It's about Colonel Hogan and his fellow prisoners at Stalag 13 who do things for the Allies that make the Nazis look stupid (this is set during wwii.) I've loved the show for a long time and Newkirk was one of my favorites along with Hogan himself, Klink, and the short little angry man, Hochstetter. He's English, I couldn't stop him from forming. Forgive me.

Corporal Newkirk is one of Hogan's fellow soldiers who works with him at the prison camp. They have tunnels, smuggled goods, whole operations they run from the inside and he's often the one who helps with impersonations, magic tricks, safe cracking, pickpocketing, etc. those kinds of things. He and LeBeau are the ones who get most excited about girls, it looks like kind of a friendly competition for if they ever get to see one come through before Hogan steals the kisses or there's more than one for each to take to before they go back to being POWs. Newkirk also teases LeBeau a lot for being French, but he and the others all care a lot about each other. They're good friends, the lot of them.

f/o-wise, he's most often company or comfort for me. he follows me around or comes along to watch things with me, does little tricks n things, or talks me through things to get going along. He does card games and hosts their gambling sessions. He tells stories from the episodes of Hogan's Heroes or tells me about certain things to do with them or what they're doing or getting. He is Cockney too, so he does some of the things ⛓ does where they let me figure out their Cockney slang or talk me to sleep cos cockney talk go brr. . He goes "ruddy" instead of "bloody" bfbfdf-

there was actually a habit i picked up mentally that came from newkirk when i first saw hogan's heroes. though i dont remember the exact instance(s) that he did this, he was explaining something and said "that's why," but he said it more like "that's rhy," with an R, so every time i hear something explained or think of why something is happening to myself, it always automatically sounds like "that's rhy" instead from how newkirk would pronounce the word. that's been there since i was little, mom says ive been watching it since i was roughly 8 or so. there was a long while where i couldnt watch it, i got too busy or couldnt get to the MeTV channel for some reason. i eventually found the boxset for the whole series and got to take it home. a few years later, i was able to bring it to college with me where ive finally been binging the whole thing between homework + other responsibilities for comfort. as of the blog, im on season 3. from that, he formed into my brain blob again, now he lives there forever.

(i forgot i had actually put his name on the f/o list sometime ago without mentioning it so i forgot you could have found out who he was before, but you didnt look at the f/o list, so he was still low-key secret lolol.)

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Wayward Waters Chapter 8

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Hello everyone! Chapter 8! getting closer to the island now!

time to explore more of the world!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward waters

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I tried to shift in a way where they didn't really see what exactly I was doing with the bracelet.

Just because Ronan knew it was the bracelet that let me shift didn't mean I wanted any of them to know how to do it exactly.

Fuck knew there were at least two people i could see wanting to try it out.

That would not end well.

I sat down next to Akeem as he seemed calmest out of all of them,  Also I felt like if I sat next to Jamie I'd end up with claws in my leg.

I was handed a sandwich made out of stale bread and what was probably dried kelp?

“No idea if you eat meat or not, well we don't have any onboard anyway, well any that isn't for Imugi”

Nice of Imik to not hand someone randomly meat they might not eat.

Though the dark green leaf-like thing didn't look too appetizing.

Handing it back would be rude though.

Suddenly a big and scaly head flopped over the railing,  stealing one of the sandwiches from the basket.

“Imugi! How many times do I have to tell you not to stick your head in the bread basket! Now it's all soggy again!”

Oh so that was why the bread had been randomly soggy,  yeah made sense.

Also having taken a bite of the kelp filled bread i found it was very salty and fishy.

Yeah, not my thing at all.

I held it in such a way that Imugi could easily steal it,  which she immediately did, drenching me with seawater.

Well that plan didn't go as wanted.

And now my shirt was soaked with saltwater, great.

“Imugi! Come on!”

Ronan went to deal with Imugi while I tried to wring out my shirt,  only being partly successful.

“Great, that's gonna smell like fish now”

“There's worse, Though with the wind you might catch a cold if you keep wearing it while wet”

Akeem did have a point, calm as ever of course, also the wet fabric clung to my skin and made me feel sticky.

“I'll go get the clothesline, should dry faster like that,  Jamie, can you clean up the rest of the bread?”

Jamie made a dismissive hand motion and the just haphazardly shoved things back into the basket, with their clawed feet instead of hands.

If I didn't Know they had hands under that sweater I'd say they were an amputee.

Still, pretty skillful.

While everyone but Akeem was doing their own thing,  distantly hearing Ronan berate Imugi for making everything soggy again, i pulled the wet shirt off.

I tried to wring it out to the best of my ability, which didn't do much.

“Ay, where'd you get that scratch?”

I looked confusedly to where Jamie was pointing, with a clawed foot instead of a hand, which turned out to be the new scar on my shoulder.

Well, at least they didn't seem angry anymore?

“Oh that, some soldier chucked a spear at me, pretty sure if you look closely you can also see tons of tiny dots of scar tissue from the arrows”

There were quite a few of those, though they just looked like Freckles if freckles were paler than the normal skin.

Jamie regarded me with a deadpan and unamused stare.

“Soldier? Spear? The fuck you've been doing? 

Don't tell me you're a wanted criminal”

They rolled their eyes while speaking, probably thinking I was an idiot.

Yeah, fair.

“Oh don't worry, I'm not a criminal! I got those because I fought in a big battle, Kamerasca and Maringand had quite the stupid fight.

Am i glad that's over! My brother nearly died but I managed to Protect him even though I ended up falling down a waterfall.

The water wasn't really nice to the arrows stuck in my skin though”

“Dude what the fuck?”

I looked bewildered at them,  and then Akeem who so far had just been sitting there quietly.

And he continued to do so, 

apparently not seeing himself as part of the conversation.

“And the other scars? 

There's one on your back and one more to the side”

Jamie pointed with a clawed foot at said scars,  the thin line on my back and the thicker one by the kidneys.

“Oh those, the one on my back is from the time some drunk and angry guard tossed a sword at me,  the other one is where i'm missing a kidney, they're pretty old now”

The sword one was nearly six years old now,  and the kidney one at least three or four, lost count at some point.

“A sword is not a throwing Weapon, why toss it?”

Came the question from Imik who had come back at some point without me noticing, he also somehow had put up the clothesline and hung the shirt over it.

He was stealthier than one would assume.

“Fuck if i know, again im pretty sure he was drunk,  eh whatever, been forever since then so who cares why”

Imik just hummed and then told Jamie off for not cleaning up like told.

The two immediately squabbled over it and I went a bit away from that as it looked to get physical soon.

I ended up on the back part of the deck with Akeem, watching Ronan unsuccessfully try to berate Imugi about the soggy bread.

She wasn't having it and took his head into her beak, which just made him spew some curses and chide her to let go of him.

She did not, but she also didn't do anything else either,  just annoying him like that.

It was kinda funny to watch.

“Nearly every time the bread thing happens those two end up like that, at this point nobody is actually mad about anything, just slightly annoyed”

Huh, so just some dumb routine at this point?

Sure, why not.

I turned to Akeem, who despite being made of Minerals seemed the most sane person here, or just calmest, whatever.

“Hey how long until we reach that island you mentioned? 

Uhh Kariba island? What's it like anyway? 

Akeem seemed to think about it for a few seconds before answering.

“Very alive, densely built houses in all shapes and People of a lot of different species,  The island itself has the shape of a pulled wisdom tooth.

As for when we reach it, I'd estimate something between two to three days, depending on weather and if Imugi is fast with dragging the ship.

We have a house a bit off from the main part,  it's a bit more quiet there and we can put our Boat right in front of it so we don't have to walk much”

Huh, sounded nice, and lots of different species? What was that like?

“Sounds nice,  and you really think you could help me get me back home?”

“I suppose we should be able to, or at least find someone that is.

First we should take a look at the map to properly figure out how far and which direction it is, then we can plan more”

True, without knowing where to go no proper plan could be made.

“Yeah, again, thank you for helping me,  i don't think most would help a stranger”

Most really wouldn't, either out of fear for taking a possible criminal on board or some other reason.

“A shame, I often find strangers tell the most interesting stories,  be it land dwellers or sailors.

Maybe people would be better off without all the senseless hostility they think they owe to what they consider ‘outsiders’ “

That was a pretty good piece of wisdom, though it was weird to be told that by a living statue.

“Yeah i think i get that, as a bastard people have hated me randomly just for existing, and it just sucks”

While we talked Ronan was tussling with Imugi who refused to let go even though he was hitting her beak with his fist.

Akeem stood up.

“I will go help him, if they want to be idiots they can do so when were home again, besides we would be faster if Imugi was towing the ship instead of hanging of to the side of it, not to mention that Ronan is still injured and shouldn't fool around like this”

With that he went to break up the ‘fight’, leaving me alone.

I went back down the deck to check how dry my shirt was,  sure there was no way it was completely dry by now but maybe I'd get an estimate of how long i had to wait.

On the way down I saw Imik and Jamie still fighting, 

Jamie grabbing half of Imiks face with their clawed feet and Imik chewing on the other one with his shark like teeth.

There was no blood and it didn't seem like they intended actual harm.

But fuck if they wanted they could absolutely shred eachother to pieces.

Imik sounded like an angry alligator, which I only knew thanks to some merchant showing off his pet a few years ago,  and Jamie let out shrill screeching sounds like an alarmed Bird.

I ignored it, not wanting to get involved any and instead walked around them to get to my shirt.

It was, as expected, still wet.

Well, better keep out of the way for now, Ronan and Akeem were busy with Imugi who appeared to be in a silly mood,  and Jamie and Imik were doing, uhh, not murdering each other at least.

Yeah no idea, so I went to the back part of the deck, walking up the stairs and sitting on one of the benches there facing the ocean.

That actually wasn't something I had done till now,  just watching the ocean.

Eh, it would probably be boring, but at least it looked nice.

Also the salty wind from the ocean and the spray of the waves made for a nice ambient soundscape.

There was a tugging sensation of the boat and I assumed they had gotten Imugi to let go of Ronan’s head.

Maybe it would go faster now?

“AY DEE! LEFT SIDE!”

I confusedly looked to the left,  the nickname registering only seconds later.

Oh, there was a whale jumping out of the water! I stood up and ran to the railing closest to it just as it hit the water, creating a wave that hit the side of the ship and spraying me face with saltwater.

What a pretty creature,  though I couldn't really tell if it was bigger than the Ardua or not.

Eh, not important.

Instead I turned to Jamie after the whale had vanished again.

They were perched on the railing of the stairs not too far away and digging their claws into the wood.

“Wait, what did you call me?”

“Dee, ya know, Donovan is a longer name and i'm lazy”

Yeah, that made sense? Probably? 

“Ah, that's the first time i got a nickname that's not an insult like Bastard rat or something”

They tilted their head, the action reminding me of Oakley for a moment.

“Well if ya don't like it say it and i'll stop”

They shrugged, apparently not really caring if the name stuck.

“Hmm, nah i don't mind, and it really is shorter,  though not sure if i'll react to it”

They just walked along the railing closer to me before bapping me with a clawed foot.

“You have sunburn, get the fuck of off the deck”

What?

I looked to where Jamie had poked me,  seeing that the skin was indeed a bit red.

Pressing in on it the flesh went white for a bit before going back to a more red shade.

Yep, slight sunburn, Jamie was right, better get out of the sun then.

“Oh, well i blame Imugi for this,  if i had my shirt this wouldn't have happened”

Jamie cackled at that and I walked past them to try and avoid getting an even worse sunburn.

Going back into the ship was probably the best option,  at least until my shirt was dry again.

So I walked past my still drying shirt into the ship, only to remember that I had no idea where anything was, aside from Ronan’s room maybe.

Suddenly I preferred the castle with its illogically built hallways and stairs.

So that left me standing in the hallway like an idiot.

Arguably I was one, but now what?

Just then Ronan came in after me and nearly walked into my slightly sunburned back.

“Oh sorry! Didn't see you! Man you look a bit red, you good?”

I nodded at him.

“Yeah, just slight sunburn, don't worry that'll go away”

“Sunburn? OH! I think I got something for that! Follow me!”

Before I could respond to anything he said he had grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the ship.

We ended up in a room that I assumed to store Ronan’s weirder stuff judging by the toppled over crate that had spilled some sort of roots.

Ronan himself was rummaging through a bunch of Bins that had been secured with rope to one of the walls.

He kind of looked like a raccoon searching a trash can.

“AHA! Found it!” He held up a potted plant that surely should not have been in that Bin in the first place as it looked a bit sad,  and placed it on a desk that was full of scrolls.

The scrolls all looked like he had scribbled on them, notes maybe? 

He did say he liked Biology.

Sadly they were near unreadable due to having had some liquid spill over them.

He broke one of the Leaves off that were thick and had the shape of really long triangles.

He held it out to me and I could see that the place it had broken off excreted some sort of fluid.

“This is Aloe Vera! The juice helps cool off your skin and hydrate it!”

I hesitantly took it and put some of the juice on the back of my hand.

Huh, it really did have a cooling effect.

“I didn't know there were plants that could do that, tough maybe don't put it back in the bin, i'm pretty sure it needs sunlight”

“Yeah I just put it there so it wouldn't break during the storm! I'm gonna put it back on the windowsill now.

Hey did you know that Aloe Vera is part of the succulent family? Those plants can regenerate if you stick a broken off piece into a new pot!”

I looked up from smearing the weird plant juice over my red skin.

They could do what?

“They what? Man there are so many strange things in the world”

He held up the pot next to his face.

“Pretty cool huh? Lots of cacti are also part of the genus! I think it's really awesome how they manage to store water like that! So I got some seeds from the last time we were near the Sonoria desert!”

He started telling me more about this specific plant,  even showing me how he had scribbled notes on them on the scrolls, well the ones that didn't get dirty at least.

They were surprisingly detailed and everything was neatly labeled.

I was painfully reminded of Robin,  he would have loved this and talked to Ronan about plants for hours.

So instead i listened, it WAS interesting and maybe i could relay at least some of it to the little ginger.

Ronan talked for hours, not just about the plants but at some point about Octopi and fish as well.

Not sure how much of that would stay in my brain but it was interesting nonetheless.

Getting immersed in what he was telling,  We both startled really badly as the door was kicked open.

“WHATS UP FUCKERS!”

It was Jamie, because of course it was.

They were holding Bread and tossed each of us one.

Just bread now huh? Not even a sandwich anymore.

“The fuck you guys been doing? 

Ronan are you talking the sunburned idiots ears off?”

“I am not! He can leave anytime! The door is right there! I just gave him Aloe vera and told him about plants! And octopi and fish”

Ignoring their Bickering i waved at Ronan and slipped past Jamie out of the door, munching on the bread as I walked back to the deck.

Surely my shirt was dry by now.

After taking a wrong turn I managed to find my way back to the deck, only to find Akeem neatly folding my shirt in the Orange light of the sun going down.

He turned to me, stone faced as ever which was to be expected considering he WAS stone, and handed me the folded shirt.

“I noticed your shirt was still here and wanted to take it inside in case you were already asleep”

“Oh uh, thank you, though i don't normally go to bed early, i don't think i can anyway as the stuff i use to sleep better is still on the Victory Rose”

I unfolded the shirt and pulled it over my head.

“I can not help you with that,  i myself do not sleep at all so i can offer no advice”

He didn't sleep? At all?

“You don't sleep? Like, at all? What are you even doing all night then?”

“I keep watch, at least when we are on the boat, otherwise i just do nothing, simply staring at the night sky is relaxing enough”

I looked up, the sun only slowly making way to the first stars.

“Huh, i can't imagine not needing sleep at all,  though i know some people that would love that”

Namely Rikaad, he already kind of did that but it surely wasn't healthy.

Akeem just looked at me and suddenly I doubted he had eyelids.

“I suppose if one isn't averse to spending hours quietly alone in the dark of the night it might seem appealing”

Well, it would probably get pretty boring over time.

“Yeah, not really my thing, but right now I wouldn't mind that.

Would be nice to just not have nightmares,  at least till i can go back home”

Akeem just stood there like a statue, seemingly thinking.

“I could make you Camomile tea? 

Ronan and Yamet told me it helps with sleeping”

Oh yeah, Camomile did that, worth a try.

“I don't see why not, do you even have tea on board?”

“We should have, unless Imugi ate the teabags again”

Despite being a sea monster Imugi acted more like a mix of Dog and Cat.

“I hope not, and i don't think the bags are edible anyway”

Akeem just stood there for a few seconds before turning away to go to where I assumed the kitchen on this chaotic ship was.

By the time he led me to the kitchen it had gotten pretty dark out already, the sun only sending a few stray rays over the dark blue ocean.

As soon as he opened the door there was a strange hissing sound,  like an angry goose.

Looking into the Room Jamie was there, hunched over and munching on an entire Ham like some Feral Dog.

Akeem didn't seem to be bothered by it though.

“Hello Jamie, i hope you put that in the Log so we can keep track of what we need next time we go on land, also that is for Imugi and not you”

Jamie didn't respond to him, just grabbed the half eaten Ham with their teeth, completely ignored gravity and walked along the wall out the window, cawing to me.

“Ay! Goodnight you wet cat!”

I immediately shot back.

“Good night to you too, you overgrown chicken!”

The Window cover slammed shut but I could still hear Jamie laugh.

So that's what made the scratch marks on the wall that were present all over the ship.

Man clawed feet sure were practical.

Akeem then motioned for me to sit at a table that was shoddily screwed at a wall under one of the windows and then moved to rummage through the cupboards.

As with everything else on the boat they were lockable,  and as he opened it I could see individual indents for each cup.

Man ships were weird.

“I will make you the tea, I sincerely doubt you know your way around this kitchen and I'd rather not have you use one of Ronans cups.

He sometimes uses them for his experiments”

Yeah, no thanks, not keen on accidentally poisoning myself.

“Thanks, and yeah i don't want to drink poison or whatever”

I sat at the table and slumped over the surface of it,  putting my head down and using one arm as a cushion.

The people on this ship sure were weird, though so was I,  and it really wasn't important anyway.

Akeem turned to me.

“Apologies for this,  it seems like i can't find the kettle so you will have to wait for a bit”

“No worries man, to be honest this was kinda funny,, Does Jamie do this a lot?”

Akeem simply opened a few random cabinet doors,  likely to find the kettle.

“Sometimes, though I find it unnecessary,  we still have to write the used items down anyway.

Though i have no doubt they are going to give the rest of it to Imugi”

Akeem had found the kettle and put it over a stone contraption that had an oven and a stovetop.

“I mean you're all on a boat, does that never get boring to you?  If Jamie thinks it's funny to eat raw Ham like a gremlin, why not do it?”

“I suppose so, though i will admit to never having really understood such things, not that most bother explaining things to a living statue anyway”

“Really? Why not? Well yeah it's a bit weird to explain but who cares?”

"I do Not feel Emotions the Same as you"

I looked at him perplexed.

"Huh?"

"You are flesh and bone whereas i'm Glass and stone"

What the fuck was he talking about?

“Well, I guess? Not sure what to say here,  but to me you just seemed calm and level headed thus far”

Akeem grabbed one of the cups and put the teabag in while the kettle heated up the water on the stove.

“That is because i simply observe what those around me are doing, i am a statue come to live through magic, but still they are way more alive than i could ever be, i do not breathe or have a heartbeat, or any organs at all, i do not have blood, technically i shouldn't work, i don't even have a brain, yet i am here”

“They do seem to appreciate you though, and i don't think having Organs has anything to do with how alive you are, i mean i think sponges don't have organs either, but you'd still call them alive”

Akeem just stared at the boiling water for a moment.

I still didn't think he had eyelids though, he never blinked.

“I suppose they see me as friend, and so do i, without them i would have stayed in a burned down house never knowing what the world looked like”

That would have been pretty sad,  somehow that part of his story reminded me of Fable.

“You know, that kinda reminds me of my brother,  He's a full elf and was raised as nothing more than a weapon.

He did break free of that mindset though and is now traveling around to find out what kind of person he actually is.

I don't doubt he'll find it, but i don't think it's going to happen in just a few days, same goes for you, i'm sure one day you'll figure it out.

You just have to keep looking, and considering you don't seem to have eyelids or have to sleep you're sure to find something”

Akeem just stared more at the water which now had started to boil.

“Well, it has only been a year and a half, and seeing as i am a statue i have time, but i will stay with the crew, they are my friends.

And also i do have eyelids, i just don't need them”

He put one of the silken tea bags into the kettle after taking it from the stove.

“Wait, you do have eyelids? Huh, well i'm used to people blinking at least once a minute, wait if your eyes are gems how do you even see?”

Akeem stopped what he was doing, which was setting out the teacup.

“I have no idea”

He then resumed pouring a cup of chamomile tea.

“Well, i bet Oakley could get an answer for that, somehow,  and explain it in such a way we'd still don't know”

He handed me the cup,  which was still hot to the touch and I had to set it down for a bit.

Apparently living statues weren't really bothered by temperature.

“Who is Oakley? A friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he's some sort of Magical being with leathery wings and a two pronged tail, not sure how old he actually is but he looks thirty.

Got a fuckton of books and knows a lot of weird stuff,  he's the one that made me the medicine to help me sleep,  though now that it's so far out of reach its not helping”

I attempted to pick the mug up again,  finding that it wasn't as hot as last time and gently sipping at it.

“Is he like a scholar then? Or Librarian?”

“Nah, hes, well not sure how to explain but he's kinda kooky and currently lives in an old tower where half of it is missing,  but he helps out when needed and knows a lot of obscure things.

No idea what he's doing with magic though,  but hes the fuck around and find out type”

I drank a good third of the cup of tea, feeling the liquid warm me up.

“He sounds quite interesting? 

Maybe I can write him a letter and ask if he knows?”

“Sure, if you do that i'll give that to him personally,  no idea if he manages to write back though”

Though it WAS Oakley,  he'd find a way to teleport it right into Akeem’s room or something.

Man what a stupidly long day, well at least the tea was good.

Maybe this time I could actually sleep.

Drinking the rest of the cup I set it down on the table.

“I think the tea did help, at least a bit, i'm tired as fuck,  uh what do i do with the cup now?”

Akeem just took said cup.

“I can take care of it, you don't know where to put it anyway,  you should go sleep instead”

I nodded at him and stood up.

“Thanks, hey uhh do you have a spare room? The last few nights i slept on the deck as Ardua but i don't wanna shift and make the boat heavier”

“Oh of course, we have one empty room with a spare bed, technically it's mine but I don't sleep or have much possessions aside from pants.

It's the right Door on the back on the deck,  then you go down and the second right again”

His room? Well he did say he never slept so it was only useful as storage to him, and apparently all he had was clothing.

“Thank you, and I'll make sure not to touch anything!”

He just nodded and went to put the Mug into the sink, waving at me.

“There isn't much to touch, but i hope you have a restful sleep”

I nodded at him and walked out of the kitchen and the way he described.

The Room was, as mentioned,  sparsely decorated if at all and had one neatly made bed in a corner.

No hammock huh? 

Then again Akeem didn't sleep so he wouldn't need one.

But here was to hoping that sleeping like that wouldn't get me seasick.

Then again i had slept on the deck just fine till now,  it couldn't be too bad.

Crawling into the covers I noticed that the mattress was rather firm,  very unlike the stupidly soft ones everyone else seemed to have.

Maybe this wasn't too bad.

But I missed my friends, all of them! Even Nea who wouldn't hesitate to throw me out a window if i pissed her off.

And no doubt she would somehow manage.

And Oakley who sometimes was helpful but spun it so it was in the worst way possible.

He was probably still sorting stuff into his tower as he kept getting distracted from it and doing who knew what else instead.

Norrin as well who right now surely was stopping Nea and Arthur from stabbing each other.

Arthur would loudly complain about that no doubt.

And then Rikaad who took on so much responsibility so young.

He must be feeling incredibly guilty right now,  he was probably blaming himself for telling me to go along.

And of course Robin, the first person since my own mother to not see some Fae bastard but instead a person.

He was probably moping around right now, hopefully he didn't get nightmares! He had seen when I fell off the boat in full view after all!

And then Fable, who had no idea of anything that had happened to me aside from what I wrote to him.

And since I left the Logos book behind he had no reason to think anything was wrong.

Well, all of this sure would be a tale to tell later.

It already was, sort of.

Thinking about all of this was not helping me sleep, so I turned on my side and pulled the covers over my head despite it being warm.

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