#no boys allowed sorry fellas

[certainwizardlady]

Do Phoebe and Ivy ever have a girls night?

At least once a month ✨

[solxamber]

Hey! Hope you're having a great day!

First time requesting <3

Could I request a male cowboy yuu with a rowdy and chaotic personality, like fears nothing and no one, and is proficient with guns, etc? With the housewardens? (Or if not allowed, then just Vil)

Housewardens x M! Cowboy! Reader

a/n: so sorry for the long wait, i hope you like it <3

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is constantly on edge around you.

He’s horrified by your reckless behavior, especially when you stroll into Heartslabyul and start shooting cans off fences for fun.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?! Guns are not toys, and rules exist for a reason!”

You respond by tipping your hat and smirking. “Reckon you could loosen up, Sheriff.”

He’ll try to collar you, but you’ve got lightning-fast reflexes and dodge every time, leaving him fuming.

Secretly, he’s impressed by your skill, but he’ll never admit it.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona finds you annoying but amusing.

When you call him out with a drawl, “How’s the big bad lion doin’? Ready for a duel, partner?” he just yawns.

“You think I’m scared of you and that oversized slingshot?”

You fire a warning shot near his feet (safely, of course), and his smirk widens. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’s the game?”

He respects your fearlessness but finds your energy exhausting.

If you try to mess with him during his naps, he’ll pin you down and tell you, “Keep it up, cowboy, and you’ll find out what happens when you poke a lion.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is equal parts terrified and intrigued.

He sees your chaotic energy as both a threat and an opportunity.

“Mr. Cowboy, I assume you’d like to avoid the consequences of property damage? Perhaps we can negotiate…”

You just laugh. “I don’t deal with smooth-talking fellas.”

Every time you walk into the Lounge, he watches nervously, waiting for the inevitable “incident.”

However, he admires your confidence and skill. He might even offer you a contract to use your talent to benefit Mostro Lounge (if he can survive your antics).

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim adores your wild energy.

“Whoa! That was so cool! Can you show me how to spin a revolver like that?!”

He’s fully on board with your chaos, encouraging you to show off your trick shots at Scarabia parties.

Jamil is the one tearing his hair out. “Kalim, that man is a walking hazard!”

You and Kalim probably end up in some wild adventures together, like trying to tame a camel for fun.

Kalim loves your boldness, seeing you as someone who knows how to live life to the fullest.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is not impressed by your antics.

“Do you have any sense of decorum? Or are you just going to keep clomping through here with those filthy boots?”

You flash a cocky grin and twirl your gun. “Aw, c’mon, pretty boy, you know you like a bit of danger.”

He glares, arms crossed. “The only danger here is you scuffing my floors.”

Despite his irritation, he finds your unshakable confidence intriguing. He’ll begrudgingly admit you have a certain… rugged charm.

You love riling him up, just to see him flustered.

Idia Shroud

Idia is terrified of you.

“W-why is the cowboy from that survival-horror game standing in my doorway?!”

Your loud, chaotic energy is the complete opposite of his shy, reclusive personality.

“C’mon, partner, let’s hit the town! Reckon I can shoot a soda can off a rooftop.”

“N-no thanks! I value my life!”

Despite his fear, he secretly finds your confidence kind of cool. He might even watch you practice your shooting from a safe distance, muttering, “This is just like an FPS… but IRL…”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is intrigued by your boldness.

Most people fear him, but you stroll up to him like it’s nothing. “So you’re the big bad dragon, huh? Reckon I’ve tamed worse."

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? You believe you could tame me?”

Your fearlessness fascinates him, and he enjoys your company despite your chaotic tendencies.

“You are… quite unique,” he muses after watching you shoot a lightning-fast trick shot.

You’d probably challenge him to a duel just for the fun of it, and he’d indulge you with a smile, finding your bravery endearing.

Masterlist

(ended up very boothill coded)

[blue-jisungs]

Hello!! Hope you're well!! Could I please request something with Shanks from the OPLA - maybe one where the reader gets hit on and his crew are shocked, as Shanks just leaves her to take care of herself? (Like in a good way) Hope that makes sense and feel free to take any creative liberty you want <3

the most expensive drink

author’s note. ugh sorry for such a long wait :( i hope you enjoy it tho hehe <3 aslo i know my reqs r closed but... opla brainrot goes wrrrrrr so.... yk wink wink

warnings. alcohol consumption, lmk if i missed anything else

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the chatter filling the bar was pleasant, almost allowing you to drift away in your thoughts. the faint sound of music being played by a local band put a smile on your face as you absentmindedly traced shapes on the wooden surface.

you looked back through your arm and met your man’s gaze on you. shanks only sent you a boyish smirk as he continued to talk about something with yasopp.

another day, another lazy evening, another drink-filled night. shanks’ decision making was questionable at times but hey, once you’re on this lovely island you won’t waste the opportunity.

so here you are, with the crew in a bar, getting some drinks for you and him.

you can feel his gaze on you, even when you’re facing him with your back. smiling to yourself, you observe the bartender mixing alcoholic beverages.

“excuse me, ma’am?”

you turn your head around lazily, not pulling away your face from your palm. you scan the stranger through your lashes, waiting for him to continue.

but you could already predict what he was going to say.

“you’re such a beautiful woman, i swear i have never seen a goddess like this before! please allow me to buy you a drink” the young man whined and you only scoffed, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue.

“oi, captain, there’s a young fella near y/n…!” yasopp observed and exchanged scared looks with others.

the red-haired man shrugged nonchalantly, face remaining stoic.

“this young pup is about to get a painful lesson” he replied. roux murmured:

“don’t make a fuss, i really like the snacks here… i’d hate to get kicked out, cap”

shanks only laughed, shaking his head.

“i trust her. just sit and watch, boys” he sighed.

his companions were in disbelief. their leader usually wouldn’t tolerate someone approaching you without him by your side and yet… he’s here, completely relaxed. maybe it was the drinks?

you sighed dramatically, pretending to ponder about the guy’s offer. after all, a free drink is a free drink.

“so? it would be my pleasure to–” he started, grinning.

“quit yappin’, boy. sure, buy me a drink” you hummed and reached to rest your hand on the dagger attached to your hip. the man noticed the gesture “but i have quite exquisite taste so you better choose a good one”

he laughed nervously and called the bartender. you couldn’t hear what he was saying but the bartender sent you a shocked, slightly amused, look. with just a nod, you let a playful smile dance on your lips.

“so, um, are you… a pirate? or something?” the man asked, scratching his neck. you wondered if his age was even suitable for this place.

with a hum, you nodded. the bartender gave you the drinks you ordered before and the guy didn’t seem to notice the two glasses.

“yes, i’m a pirate” you replied, scanning him “and you, young man?”

“o-oh. the name is mark, by the way” he sent you a boyish smile “and i will be a pirate one day”

nodding, you reached for your drink and took a sip.

“which is why… i wanted to treat you with a drink” mark stepped a bit closer. wolfing down on your beverage, you put the glass away “the most expensive one on the whoooole menu”

“woah, so generous of you” you hummed with a fake amusement. the boy started to piss you off but he was cute, believing that a drink will make you swoon.

mark rose his eyebrows and leaned his back against the countertop, closer to you than before.

“don’t worry. if you were my partner, i’d spoil you like this every single day” he leaned closer and whispered those words to your ear. you were quite surprised that shanks didn’t intervene yet.

the beverage arrived and you winked at the bartender, him being as amused as you.

taking the two glasses, one for you and one for shanks, you turned around.

“that sounds very nice, boy. but you see, my partner spoils me enough already” you grinned. mark rolled his eyes.

“sure… you just want me to scare me off now that you have the drink, huh? i won’t quit that easily, pretty. i’ll be a pirate, i ain’t scared of no–” he stopped upon noticing something.

you started walking towards shanks, exchanging looks with him. he looked as entertained as you.

mark froze in place and walked up to you quickly upon seeing you walk away.

“is that… red-haired shanks…?” he stuttered.

“yeah, my boyfriend. now if you could leave, that’d be great. i appreciate the drink but i’m sure you’re not even old enough to be here, mark” you hummed and stopped in place, seeing his face morph into something fear-alike.

“i— uh… please don’t… hunt me down…” he stuttered, eyes widening when his gaze met with shanks’.

“we won’t. but be more careful next time, eh? i’d like to meet you in the open sea sometime” sending him a warm smile, you leaned to peck his cheek.

his face got fierce red, probably both from the gesture and nervousness – would shanks be angry and beat him up for that?

you left the guy behind, finally reaching your crew’s table. everyone was looking at you in shock.

placing down the drinks, you sat down and snuggled into shanks’ side, his arm wrapping around you in an instant.

“now the kiss was unnecessary…” he grunted softly, fingers dancing on your arm.

“let the kid dream, baby. i wasn’t in the mood to break his heart” you giggled “besides, he bought the most expensive drink here…”

“well… too bad i’m more–” shanks started.

“yeah, yeah. richer, handsome, funny et cetera, et cetera” you giggled and leaned in to peck his lips. they formed into a smile as shanks kissed you back, his ego boosting.

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taglist. @haecien ,, @eternalgyu

[lolitastories]

Yoni

Bucky Barnes

Scenario: Y/N is helping Sarah decorate a party but gets interrupted by two little fellas. What started out as teasing will end her up with more than she prepared for, but she wasn't complaining.

“So, you are the girlfriend?” I look over the picnic table to see two boys moving to sit down.

“She can’t be his girlfriend!” The other boy laughed as he turned over to me. “Are you?” I opened my mouth to answer before Sarah smacked both boys in the back of their head. Both boys letting out and ow.

“Mind your business.” She gave me an am sorry look before turning her attention back to the boys. “How about you do something more useful and help her with these balloons? The boys nod. Sarah sets a box full of decoration on the table before leaving. I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle to their stern faces as they looked down.

“Yes.” I simply respond which makes their heads pop up. “We have been dating for a while.” I smile remembering how long we have been together, 8 months.

“Why hadn’t he introduced you yet?”

“Wait, does our uncle Sam know about you?”

“He would’ve let it slip by now” He turns to his brother as the other nods in agreement.

“He surely would have made a joke or two to make uncle Bucky feel uncomfortable” The older brother chuckles.

“He didn’t mention uncle Buck-” The older one shoves the younger one slightly.

“Shut it Cass!” His eyes motion over to me and the younger one nods and they go back to blowing up the balloons. If I can’t let these two young boys tell me what they are hiding I should no longer be allowed to be an agent.

“Well,” I began talking, getting them to look back at me. “I am glad to finally meet Sam’s nephews. Bucky always talks about you two” It was true. He likes to spend his time bothering Sam but I know he likes to come around the boat because Sam is family and so were the boys.

“¿Really?” The young boy Cass, smiles widely. “He probably tells you he prefers me over AJ.” He proudly says.

“There is no way! I am older and he tells me thing young kids like you wouldn’t understand” Cass looks over offended and crosses his arms.

“Well you want to know something he didn’t tell you about the girl he met at the restaurant?” AJ goes to cover his mouth but Cass is quicker and moves away. “He told me he didn’t ask her on a date but when he told her about you she ran away!” I bite my lips from bursting into laughter.

“She did not!” AJ throws himself at the younger brother, but Cass slides back. “She probably didn’t want to be with him because he told her you still need mommy to sing you to sleep!” He teased that Cass didn’t take another second to jump at him but thankfully he was lifted off before he could reach AJ.

“Is that how a man should behave in front of a lady?” I look over admiring Bucky. Cass was just casually hanging while Bucky had his metal arm wrapped around his chest. AJ stood up,

“No” He looks down. I hear Bucky let out a sigh and place Cass on the floor. The boys like on demand turn towards me and apologise. “Can we still help you?” I smile nodding.

“Because you two are so cute I will allow it.” The boys smile and take back their seats. I looked up towards Bucky who had a wide smile.

“You’re much prettier than Leah either way” We all look over at the words that suddenly came out of Cass’s mouth.

“You don’t even know what she looks like!” AJ says.

“Yeah but I know what she looks like!” He points over to me. “Uncle Bucky can’t do better than her” The boys laugh agreeing with each other.

“Enough!” The boys froze hearing Sarah's voice, I felt my cheek redden a little too. “Go find Sam” They boys scurry to run off. “See if he can do something with you two” She shakes her head whispering the last bit. “Sorry about those two.” She places her hand on one hip leaning on one side.

“Don’t worry about it.” I looked over towards Bucky who was scratching the back of his neck, looking at anything other than at me. “You know I would actually like to talk to them more. Seems like Leah, made a great impression on them.” I moved my eyes away from Bucky when he looked up with widened eyes.

“Oh honey,” She laughed, coming over to place her arm around my shoulder. “Since you’ve walked through the doors they couldn’t take their eyes off of you” I join her in the laugh. “I have my hands full with those two.” She lets out a sigh as she fixes her posture. “I have to check on the food but I will be back to help you out with the decoration-”

“I got it,” Bucky interrupted as he moved forward to grab some balloons out of the pile. Sarah nods and makes her way back into the kitchen. She leaves so the only thing we could hear right now was how the waves hit the side of the boat. The seagulls flying over or singing their song. The distant chatter of the boys probably bothering Sam. The sound of some metal that was being worked on the boat.

“So,” I keep on looking at Bucky. “Leah?” He sets the half blown up balloon and finally meets my eye.

“The small restaurant I met Yori in.” I nod understanding what he was talking about. He told me the old man set him up on a date but Bucky ended up leaving. Yet he forgot to mention her name. I let the balloon I had in my hand fly out making the annoying noise.

“Didn’t you take me to that restaurant on our second date?” I tried to remember but it's been so long ago. Bucky shakes his head.

“I took you on a restaurant date for our first date”

“ahh.” I nod.

“Before you told me you hated restaurant dates,” I looked up smiling at his embarrassed/sad tone. I get up walking around the picnic table to his side. I wrap my arms around his shoulder from behind and lay my head on his shoulder. His eyes were focused on a far ahead item as I twisted my head to look at him.

“I know your 1940’s heart beats for that kind of date,” I place a kiss on his cheek, gaining his attention. “If you want to take me on those dates I would do it for you” I smile trying to seem convincing.

“You can’t trick me like you can do to everybody” I furrowed my brows trying to act like I didn’t know what he was talking about. “I am not taking you to that restaurant” I stomped my leg and pushed myself away from him. I go to walk away but he grabs my wrist and pulls me onto his lap. He circled his arms around me making it hard to leave. “But I can woo you just like in the 1940s” His metal hand moved up to grip my jaw.

“Did you woo her just like in the 1940s?” I raise my brow not making it easy for him to change the subject.

“You are not going to let this go are you?” I shake my head.

“Did you bring her flowers like you did for me?” His lips fall into a flat line. His hand dropped to my lap. “You did, didn’t you?” I scoff, shaking my head. I wasn’t mad, honestly it was endearing he was such a gentleman. “Now I really have to meet her and more because you told me not so long ago that I was the first girl you were interested in after becoming Bucky again.” As I spoke the words it was like I was becoming rabid on my own words.

“I was telling the truth!” He holds on tighter as I try to get away from his hold. “I tried to speak to you but you were never interested,” He softly let out. I am an agent of shield and it wouldn’t be good to become involved with an avenger. Now that he was steering away or no longer much involved, he was able to separate personal with business, that is what made me say yes to a date. “When you left for almost a year's mission, I was missing you” My eyes scanned over his face. “I was yearning for something that wasn’t mine,” I had instantly moved to grip his face. “Sam and my therapist told me to get out there and that was when Yoni set me up with Leah.” I will have a talk with Sam later, traitor. “I wasn’t lying when I told you, you were the first girl that made my 1940s heart beat again” How can I be made at that?.

“Was I really that standoffish?” Bucky lets out a chuckle.

“Doll,” He looks me in my eyes. “You were colder than winter” I laughed at his sudden joke. “Is a good thing with other man but when I tried to get to you, you would immediately shut me down”

“It just took me some time to warm up to you but see, now we are here” I move forward yearning for his lips on mine.

“You two and your puns should be blowing on balloons not blowing into each other” we pull away hearing Sam walking up to the table. I was going to make a snarky comment until I heard the boys running around Sam to sit on the picnic table. I smiled teasingly and I went for an innocent joke.

“You don’t want any more nephews?” I could sense Bucky tense up. “Maybe a niece this time?” I pat Bucky on the shoulder before getting up from his lap. I walk past Sam but he takes hold of my arm and leans down to whisper in my ear.

“Seems like you froze the soldier” I look over and smile. I turn back to Sam and with a mischievous nod and smile we turn over to Bucky at the same time. “I would love a niece actually, what do you think buddy?” He speaks to Bucky but he doesn’t flinch.

“I don’t mind which comes out as long as it has his eyes.”

“Oh yes, those beautiful blues” Sam and I continue to joke around until Bucky pushes himself up. He looks dead at my eyes and struts towards me until he drags me away alongside him.

“¡Hey!” Sam screams from behind us. “You are supposed to help with the party, where are you two going?!” I look over to Bucky wanting to say something, but he leaves me speechless once again.

“I am going to make you that niece!”

[forestshadow-wolf]

Just real quick! Something not soapghost (sorry)

I was rewatching httyd 2 (one of my favorite movies btw)

And I remember the first time I watched it, when Stoic was singing to Valka, I hated when Gobber kept interrupting. I thought it was annoying, and didn't belong.

But watching that scene again and I actually kind of like it now. And to properly explain this I just want to put an image in your head.

So imagine this - you, a fresh-faced young viking, has grown up next to his best friend your entire life. He's been beside you through thick and thin, and has never once left your side. Now you yourself have nevr seen any lady that's caught your eye, but your best friend? Oh He's got his heart locked on one. He's quite the fella, has no shortage of women that he could wed. But no, he want the kind-hearted woman who refuses to harm a dragon.

You think maybe she's too soft for this life. She doesn't belong. But you're best friend loves her, and you're his best friend for a eason so you don't say anything.

At first you leave them alone, the waves of love that radiate from them are sickening. They can't keep themselves away from eachother for a second. So you let them be.

Imagine around this time that perhaps you realize lads catch your eye more than lasses do (this is canon btw, and the VA for gobber is also gay)

At some point, after a few moon cycles of your best friend and his lady being together, the three of you start hanging out. You realize this lady is quite nice, still too kind, but you can see why your friend likes her.

At some point you can't keep it in anymore, and confide in your friend that you won't be looking for a lass, but rather a lad. Your friend claps you on the back, and says he's with you always, and it's like a weight has lifted off your shoulders. But then you hear a noise behind you, and you whip around. Standing before you is your friend's lady, and you freeze, but she gives you a nice smile and says she won't say anything. She says the village won't think anything of it, but regardless she won't say anything.

A few moon cycles later and you really do like this lady now. She may not harm dragons, she may fight to save them, but she is just as fierce as any viking you've ever met. And through it all you're best friend and his lady are tag teaming you, trying to set you up with other lads.

These are your best friends, you couldn't imagine your life without them. You do everything together. They never left your side, even when you lost your leg. They've been with you through everything, and you them.

It's been years now. And your best friends are still just as in love now, as they were when they met, in fact they might be even more so. They're married now. They're still trying to set you up with a few guys. You have dinner every night at their house. You cook because like a perfect matching pair, neither of them can cook. And you all laugh and sing together, and you know that no matter what happens it'll all be okay as long as they're here.

They have a baby together, it's a wee little thing. The lady worries something's wrong with him, but your best friend says he's gonna be the greatest chief there ever was.

Then imagine one night there's an especially bad attack, you see your best friends' house catch fire, that's where the baby is, and quiet possibly the lady. You're too far to do anything. But your best friend isn't. He races to the house.

The next thing you know a dragon busts from the roof with the lady in its clutches. Your best friend bursts from the house, little bundle of furs in hand.

After thay day everything changed. It was the same just... less happy. Less kind. But it can be kind of okay with three out of four pieces.

You watch the little boy grow up. Your best friend he's happy, but he worries. He never sings anymore, that's sad. He won't put him in dragon classes because he's scared of losing him too.

Eventually you convince him to allow it. And it goes great until it doesn't. And your best friend disowns his own son for befriending the very beasts that took his lady, the boy's mother.

And then you see that very beast save your best friend's kid's life. And your with your best friend through all of that. Life and death, thick and thin.

And then imagine you find the lady! Or well the kid did. And all of the sudden, this light that died in your best friend's eyes lights up again. And then for the first time in over 2 decades you hear your best friend singing again. Just once. And it's been so long. And then you hear the lady! And now it's like everything is better, just like old times, and you can't help but sing along.

So there! Now you all know some (probably) useless knowledge :)

[therealslimshakespeare]

IM SORRY DID U SAY YOURE WORKING ON A FIC ABOUT “COP BIG DADDY ELVIS”?!?- please tell us more because this sounds like the greatest thing ever 😭

I did, Mon ami, I did indeed…welcome to the demented 2009, sweaty and non famous cop AU that @eliseinmemphis and myself cooked up in our feral yearnings one night.

Edit: it’s here

Allow me to lay a bit of the setting for us all, and maybe even throw in a few lines from the draft below.

Life is insular when you’ve been born and raised in a trailer park. A little El Paso suburb was never a thriving metropolis, what with its gas stations and dollar stores on the way to nothingness in the desert, but the recession didn’t help none. Your dreams of buying a car that might actually make it above 120 mph and not guzzle your wages in gas is a far off dream when you learn from officer Presley that your entrepreneuring father has been incarnated for racketeering across in Juarez. It’s a shame, a damn shame but it hardly throws a wrench in your life, you were already used to making it however you could. When workin’ at the trucker’s club turns into something a lil more illegal and Elvis has his morning waffle ruined by Joe Esposito yacking about the powers of your pink tongue…he feels a little responsible for leaving you without a father figure. He’s got top notch swamp coolers in his trailer, plenty of food and tiger figurines out front -and he’s got an interest in fast things, just like you.

You could do worse than shack up with such a fella; not that he’s offerin’ but you can tell by the flicker in his eye and the smirk of his lips that he’s as susceptible as the next guy watching you on the pole. Except this sweet, world weary cynic just might screw your gooey insides up worse than any threat or ogle from another man.

Snippet:

“Well, well officer Presley, finally got persnickety about laws, have ya?” you observed to yourself with a grin as you watched the handsome man swagger towards you along the white line in your side mirror, tugging at his pants as he neared, trying to shimmy the article of clothing a little higher but is impeded by his belt, stopped by his sizable belly, his holster and buckle sitting under the bulge of it.

Your mouth watered. It had been a year or two since you saw him last. He was always built, intimidating to all the stupid rascals he keeps in line along the border, but now he had become outright fat and his khaki shirt pulled apart between each button. Yet when he came up to your window, that little boy grin was still gracing one of the most exquisite faces known to man, and his voice was tender and playful when he greeted you, just as you once recalled. You could see his sweaty hair, matted on his chest and belly between the gaps, his underarms had massive pit stains, doubly apparent thanks to the light color of his police uniform.

Your smile had something of the she-wolf in it as you greeted him, sniffing the air in hopes of catching a whiff as he leaned on your window frame, nearly crowding you from outside. “Hey Miss Sweet Cheeks,” he greets, “you know why ya been pulled over?”

“Haven't got a clue, officer.” You stated the truth and enjoyed the way his title rolled off your tongue in a bantering way. It was easy.

Officer, officer. Somebody important and authoritative. No sir, yes sir, Officer.

His left eyebrow quirked and you wondered what he looked like at twenty five, how devastating that expression would have been before his wound and his meds and the water retention. Whatever power it may have once held, it holds nothing to this slightly bemused, slightly cynical world weariness that shows in his every expression now, that had a twitch of an eyebrow making you feel a fool. “You’re goin’ seventy in a forty five, Miss.” his tone was patient even as his face suggested he’d like to tan your hide for being so reckless. “Reckless endangerment of others, and yourself,” he quoted sternly, “it ain’t no small matter and I don’t countenance it on my highway.”

Gosh, you just loved it when he laid claim to government property like highways and interstates. It helped you smile meekly at him and nod.

“Sorry officer, I got lax.” You purred, batting your eyes and you could see the heavy flap of their coal coated weight in your periphery. “I’ve seen you lettin’ me flyby on the interstate. I guess I thought…”

[jakes3resin]

Drops this here and flees back to my A/B/O fic doc

"You're a Brit?" The question comes from Curt, and Bucky bites the inside of his cheek.

"Parents were." Bucky says simply turning back to his drink, but Curt's three drinks deep and knows Bucky too well by now to let him get away with that answer.

"But you said you're from Wisconsin?"

"I am," Bucky nods. Curt gives him a look, and Bucky can feel Buck staring at him. "I was raised there after I turned 3. Came here for a few years for boarding school, but my aunt and uncle brought me back before I turned 18."

"How come?" Croz joins in setting down a tray of drinks, and Bucky wishes they'd let this go. There's a reason he doesn't talk about all this.

"I asked." Bucky smiles. "The weather sucks, and I was bored."

"Sorry chaps, did you just say you went to boarding school here?" One of the RAF pilots that likes to stick their nose into Bucky's conversations butts in. Bucky resists the urge to bang his head against the table.

"This fella, right here." Curt smacks Bucky's shoulder, and Bucky sends him a look to cut it out. He catches Buck's eye and sees the questions building in his blue eyes. Bucky turns away. He can't answer those questions.

"Where abouts?" The RAF pilot clearly doesn't see how done with this topic Bucky is.

"Scotland." Bucky answers with a sharp grin. "Old school, but you won't know it."

"Bloody hell," The man stares at Bucky wide-eyed, and he can feel Buck tensing, whether it's to defend Bucky or to stop him from doing something stupid that's still unclear. "You didn't go to Hogwarts, did you?"

Bucky freezes. He stares up at the Brit, grin sharp and eyes a bit dangerous. Most wizards know not to talk too loudly about magic around Muggles and No-Majs, but this guy's deeper in his cups than half the bar.

"For a few years." Bucky confirms sounding like he was pulling out teeth with each word. "You go there too?"

"Of course! Sorted right into Gryffindor!" The man straightens up suddenly affronted that Bucky would dare even think the opposite. "It's the finest school!"

"This side of the Atlantic sure." Bucky leans back, trying to distance himself.

"If you went to Hogwarts, what are you doing palling around with this bunch?"

"Cause I want to." Bucky watches Curt glare at the Brit, but he's calling over more Brits before any of them can stop him.

"Reginald! Listen to this, this chap here says he went to Hogwarts!" The shocked looks on the faces of the gathered British pilots makes Bucky question how the hell they've kept magic secret for centuries. If a few drunk flyboys can talk this openly, what the hell are they doing to keep the secret?

"Preposterous," Bucky thinks it's Reginald who says that, but he doesn't care. "Hogwarts doesn't allow Americans. You, what family are you from?"

"Family?" Croz murmurs looking lost. Buck's gaze is still sitting heavy on Bucky's shoulders. Bucky sighs, truly over these idiots.

"Why do you wanna know all that?" Curt glares up at Reginald. He doesn't understand what the man's on about, but he knows he's insulting Bucky.

"Only the most noble houses could pull an American into Hogwarts." Reginald sniffs, and out of the corner of his eye, Bucky sees Buck finally turn his attention away to place a calming hand on Curt's shoulder. Curt settles back unhappily. "Riffraff doesn't make the cut."

"Right, riffraff," Bucky murmurs. Buck swings his focus back to him now.

"So, out with it!" One of the other Brits urges.

"Out with what?" Bucky says with a laugh. "You boys know my name."

"Yes, but what Noble House do you come from?" The original Brit rolls his eyes at him obviously over Bucky's stalling.

"Is this really that important?" Croz tries to intervene, but the RAF boys steamroll over him.

"Unless of course, you're lying about attending Hogwarts." One of the flyboys grins mockingly. Bucky grits his teeth. This is why he doesn't talk about his family. Brits always going on and on about blood and prestige. He hates it. "Trying to fit in, are we?"

Bucky stares up at them. There's a reason he'd kept his old name quiet. He doesn't want the fuss. But it looks like he has no choice here. These boys won't leave him alone until he coughs it up.

"Scamander, got it?" Bucky grins up at the idiots surrounding him. His hands twitch, a phantom weight in his palm that he ignores. "Now beat it."

"Great Scott, don't tell me you're related to Theseus Scamander?"

Bucky sucks at his teeth.

"That's my cousin." He admits, hoping this will be enough to sate their curiosity. He's wrong. The boys explode, some asking questions, others denying that he's related to such an esteemed gentleman.

Buck's gaze has never felt so heavy.

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soulmates — kappa x reader

(sorry if this is a mess, i wrote it last night under the influence of a high dose of quetiapine. my insomnia fellas will understand.)

i see a lot of people talking about kappa as this bad boy figure, kinda similar to euronymous but, in my mind, kappa is waaayyy more charming. i mean, he has to be! after all, he is a cult leader and cult leaders rarely show their followers explicit violence.

i think what we saw in black mirror was the dark side of kappa, one that he only shows to his most faithful followers. the other side we didn't get to see is the kind kappa, the personality he has on most of the time. this manipulative, charismatic, charming kappa is the one who would convince you to do the most insane things for him.

first one, joining a cult. but, of course, you didn't call it a cult. no, you called it a family.

kappa was very good at reading people and as soon as he laid eyes on you, he knew you were an easy target. you were so fragile, so he did what no one else ever thought about doing. he took care of you. he showed you love.

it was hard to see kappa as this evil cult leader because he was the kindest soul you had ever met. he was different from all of the other men you had in your life. he treated you with respect.

kappa genuinely loved you. it wasn't healthy, but he genuinely loved you. gosh, he was obsessed with you. you were his godess. he knew about every detail about your life, which is why it was so easy for him to manipulate you into staying. that's why you never even realized that you were trapped.

but again, maybe kappa wasn't the only one with a dark side. you had it in you and he could see it too, which is why he chose you in the first place. the two of you were a mix made in hell.

he was possessive over you, but you were just the same way. although kappa wasn't monogamic, he was faithful to you because he could never ever ever be so obsessed with anyone else.

you two had this open, confused, agitated relationship, but there was one rule you two followed whithout question, and that rule was: other people were only allowed if the two of you consent to it.

other people could only have you, touch you, want you when he was right there watching, and vice versa.

the few times kappa lost his temper in front of the other followers, it was because of you. well, not you, but other man trying to get to you without your (and his) consent. kappa would suddenly become a beast, filled with rage.

he had the other guy pinned against the wall with a knife against his throat. the man was clearly intoxicated, which was the reason why he dared to even approach you in the first place. everyone knew you belonged to kappa. no one would dare to mess with you.

the guy was having a hard time breathing, too scared to even blink. kappa was staring into his soul like a mad man. everyone else in the room, who were partying just a few minutes ago, was now frozen in silence.

you were watching as you thought that maybe you should intervene and try to calm him down, but you didn't really want to. kappa looked so pretty when he was mad. his rough hands were holding the guy by his shirt, the veins in his arms and neck were more visible, his messy hair was covering part of his face, but you could still see his eyes burning with rage.

you rolled your eyes and touched his shoulder delicately and kappa immediately felt his muscles relax. he let go of the guy and watched as he ran away out of the room.

you were kappa's favorite drug. just one small dose of you was enough to make him forget all of his problems.

he turned to you and you gave him a kiss on the lips. just like that, kappa could hardly remember about what had just happened.

but when you were jealous, things were a little different. from times to times, when someone new joined the family, you would notice a girl staring at kappa in a more seducive, flirty way. kappa was very attractive and charming and everyone in the family looked up to him. some people developed feelings for him in the process and you hated it.

and when bitches try to get your man, that's when you become a beast yourself.

you were not as impulsive as kappa. no, you carefully observed and waited for the right time to get rid of them. you were quiet, calm and precise. not only you would stop them from getting what was yours, you would make sure they were completely removed from your lives.

out of the sudden, one of the guns would magically disappear for a day or two, just to be found later in the bag of clothes of one of the new girls. she swore she hadn't taken it, but you didn't believe her and, if you didn't, kappa didn't believe her either.

so you tried to hide your smile as you watched him send her away. he hated to do that, but one thing that kappa valued the most was honesty and he refused to let someone who had lied about stealing one of his guns be part of the family.

kappa would never know. behind his back, you made sure to keep all the girls away from him. of course you were good to them most of the time. you loved some of those girls like they were your sisters, but the ones who didn't respect the rules were easily discarted.

it wouldn't be right to say that you and kappa were a good match, but you two were definitely soulmates. he was made for you, you were made for him and nothing in the world could ever change that.

[monimccoythings]

Progress

Whoah, sorry for the long delay, it’s been a long and tiring part of my life, the worst part is that most of this was already written lol.This happens between the last fic and the bonus scene.

Check previous parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Next: Part 5

tags: @loveforfandomsstuff​ @harpy-space​

Since the journey to the Kong Kingdom, your little fella had become... how to put it...more cooperative, yeah, let’s go with that. Even if he gave the others a hard time, he seemed to be considerably more pleasant whenever you or Peach were around.

Not that you seemed to notice, you were so busy cooing all over him, he was such a cute baby. Oh he was still annoyed by it, but how could he blame you when he kept giving you those little doe eyes???

With time, you were allowed to do more things with him. It had been a long probation, but Peach and the Toads were 99% sure he wouldn’t try any shenanigans if you were around. You shamelessly took advantage of your time with him to cuddle him like the chonky potato he was.

Cuddling sessions were a must. It was mandatory. Not that he was complaining. One could say he was the one taking advantage of you, given how he nuzzled you and purred. But the asshole sometimes headbutted you and bit you, like dude, you are two inches tall, chill.

He liked bathtime, or whatever that was, because hitting him with a strong torrent of boiling water coming out of a hose didn’t look like something they would offer at a spa. But he seemed to enjoy it, given how his butt wiggled in a cute little dance of happiness.

Despite his surprisingly good behavior, he had still to learn some manners. He demanded, more than asked, and apparently the words “please” and “thank you” were unknown to him. He also had a tendency to snap and try to attack Mario, Luigi, Toad or whoever wasn’t Peach or yourself. Amgery boi had to be more polite because he couldn’t use the cute card forever to get away with whatever he did. Okay, he could. Damn it.

Unbeknownst to you, Bowser perfectly knew what he was doing. He was marking territory, claiming you for himself. Peaches didn’t want to marry him? Her loss, your benefit. Okay, it was kinda offputting that you were of commoner origins and without a kingdom to conquer, but what the hell, these were modern times, he could make you his Royal Consort and then conquer the Mushroom Kingdom anyway.

He was a romantic at heart, he knew he already had you wrapped around his little finger, he just needed more time to properly prepare you for when, not if, he grew back to his usual size, because then he’ll be fully going all or nothing to woo you.

He memorized every single piece of information he could get out from your mouth, piece of cake, he just had to give you the stare and you would melt to his whims. Everything about you fascinated him he needed to know all about you, he needed to own you, to possess you as his most prized being, he needed to feel what he felt whenever you were around at all times, and even then he wouldn’t get enough of you.

For real, just say hi to him when you see him and he’s already planning your wedding and naming your children.

He gets jealous very easily, just talking to another person, regardless of their gender or even mentionng some friends from the human world are enough to rile him up. He gets all huffy and bitey and won’t let anybody come close. Those days are when he focus the most plotting your kidnapping his proposal.

He knows that the day his armies will regroup and come free him from that prision is getting closer and that he must be patient. If only he was patient enough... Luckily, the only things he has to do is act cute and keep listening to your ramblings, collecting as much intel as he can.

On your part, you are delighted that this babee is willing to give you the time of the day. You smothered him with kisses and hugs while saying sweet nonsense about how cute and tiny he is. Because he was! And everybody has to know!

But sometimes you just casually talked to him as if he wasn’t the most adorable thing you had ever seen. And he listened, which was a tremendous surprise, but maybe he was bored and had nothing better to do. Those times you spent together were as great and special as the ones you spent babying him. But reality was one hell of a party pooper because you always had to harshly remind yourself that despite everything, despite how much you adored his tiny form and enjoyed cuddling him like a plushie, he was a genocidal maniac that would remoserlessly comit his crimes all over again just for spite.

From your perspective, he just looked like a tiny prehistorical pet turtle that spit fire like a lighter and had a high pitched voice. But that wasn’t who he really was. The danger of letting him lose and allowing him to recover even a fraction of his power was a very terrifying thought for all the Mushroom, Kong and Human realm. Still, you couldn’t help but feel compassion for him, because if you all started treating him just the way he had treated them all, what would be the difference between the two sides? Okay maybe that one side wasn’t so willing to kill and maul, but if they were the good guys they had to set an example.

So you spent your free time hanging with your friends in the Mushroom Kingdom and with Bowser, enjoying what new things that new realm had to offer, completely unaware of the danger that awaited just mere days away...

[envihellbender]

The Unknown first appearing to five killers of your choice

Rating: Mature (horror)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Characters: The Unknown, the Trapper, the Trickster, the Legion, the Deathslinger, the Pig

The Trapper

“Son?” A voice creaked. “Have I finally found my boy?” Evan snorted with laughter before he turned around, a jack knife in one hand and a bundle of wire in the other.

“You’re not convincing, fella,” he said towards the dark silhouettes of the trees. “My old man wouldn’t ever sound so pleased to see me.” When the figure finally showed itself Evan’s huge figure stumbled backwards in shock. He thought he’d seen everything ever since the Entity took him, but apparently not. In front of him was… well, he didn’t know what it was. It looked like his father if someone had sucked all of the fat from his body, left the skin hanging there and twisted it up like a helter-skelter.

“Ohh… Sorry,” the creature responded, speaking as if it was drowning in its own flesh. Suddenly, it collapsed into a pile of rubbery skin, shards of bone and rotten meat onto the floor. Evan let out a fractured breath and felt his lips turn dry as he stared at it. Before he could react it … inflated. That was the best word for it really. It became something else. A beast that was just as elongated with twisted limbs and neck, but instead it wore a gas mask and filthy overalls.

“Hey there, Mister MacMillan, Sir…” It asked, twisting its head to the right and giggling underneath the mask. “So glad I found you. The mine collapse… It was awful trying down there. Did you get everybody out, Sir?” As it finished speaking its head twisted ninety degrees to the right, its grin widened and then it somehow managed to turn its head even further until it had turned a full circle, twisting its neck even more.

The Trickster

“Hey… hey … hey,” a whispering, screeching voice said appearing beside Ji-Woon as he left the Trial. He didn’t even turn around, blood still dripping from his bat and sinking into his clothes.

“Fans aren’t allowed backstage,” he said coldly with a smirk on his perfectly soft lips.

“I… Sorry… can you help me?” It repeated. Ji-Woon scoffed and turned around, swinging his well-used bat back and forth. When he saw it he swore under his breath, he tilted his head and let out a deranged giggle.

“Now what are you?” He asked as he approached the monster, as he got close he wrinkled his nose. It stank worse than a butcher. “You look like the dokkaebi every aunty back home tells stories about.”

“Don’t you recognise me?” The creature asked, its voice sounded reminiscent of an old window pane in a storm. Ji-Woon sighed a little annoyed but managed to maintain his grin.

“You’re wearing the face of the girl from my fan club. The pig nosed one. She got a private show. Her voice was nice, made a hit single out of it.”

“En…core?” It asked, its teeth splitting through its skin as it smiled.

“She got a front row seat and her singing was on my next single, she died in bliss, her screams showed her devotion to me. And now she’s in front of me asking for more?” Ji-woon cackled. He spun on his heal, he slipped his sunglasses down from his crown to over his eyes despite the dark as he walked away. “Welcome to the Entity’s world dokkaebi. Don’t speak to me again.”

The Legion

“Ex…cuse… me, I… am… lost… late for… work,” a voice said from behind them. Frank was in control of the body at present, he turned round curiously to Joey’s dismay, who bitched at him in the headspace about how he shouldn’t have checked out the source of the noise so readily. The complaining however stopped instantly when they saw what they were being confronted by. Internally they all yelled excitedly, in front of them was a twisted creature wearing the skin of the sheep they slaughtered to be saved by the Entity. Well, more or less. It was stretched almost beyond recognition, with twisted limbs and broken bones sticking out of its skin. They all recognised it instantly, there favourite urban legend was right in front of them. The Unknown.

“Holy shit,” Frank said excitedly to the Legion, he wasn’t speaking externally but the Unknown watched curiously as Frank grinned and his eyes flitted across its body in fascinating.

“Oh my god. It’s so gross. Look at that! That’s so fucking cool,” Joey enthused, he tried to will Frank to touch them with little success. “Dude come on. What do you think it feels like?”

“Joey, don’t be rude, God,” Susie chided him.

“It’s gotta be a skinwalker, right? The thing from the urban legends?” Julie asked, she was the one who was mostly pushing Frank to look at every element of The Unknown’s body analytically. “Maybe we should ask it?” The creature unknowingly interrupted them with a groan as it twisted its head to the right. Frank realised he had to actually say something.

“Hey, hey, hey, sorry, needed to chat about you with these guys,” Frank said happily bounced on his heals tapping his temples with his index and middle finger. The Unknown tried to reply, its mouth open and teeth poking out between his lips but before he could Frank interrupted him. His voice was fast and excited, a response the Unknown did not usually receive. “So, you’re the Unknown, right? We’ve read so much about you. Are you a skinwalker? That’s our theory, skinwalker. Well, that’s the only one we’ve agreed on. Susie is still pitching the idea that you’re a trans dimensional being but then Julie asks how we know skinwalkers aren’t trans dimensional beings but then that gets Susie on a whole mothman Bigfoot thing-"

“You… Are… Many?” The Unknown interrupted. Its eyes widened in wonder as it fell forward onto his hands and feet bending like a spider. Something about the Legion caused them to relax to their natural posture. Frank didn’t seem fazed by it.

“Yeah! Four of us in one body.” His voice as proud, he seemed like a brutal angry thug but the sweeter, softer teenager that the rest of Legion saw sneaked out.

“Four… in one… could I be four at once?” The Unknown’s voice was low and contemplative.

“Oh sure! They’d be amazing.” Frank began pacing in front of the Unknown, his words becoming faster as if they were powering his hyperactive joy. “Okay, so this thing you’ve got as the cleaner we kill, so great. But we hurt more than just him, you know? Maybe you can merge them? We can workshop it.”

Deathslinger

Caleb heard it stalking him ever since he left the trial. It scuttled and giggled as it approached, and Caleb had been followed enough times to know when someone thought they had the better of him. He kept walking the familiar way back to his workshop the Saviour made for him. He pretended he hadn’t a clue he was being followed. That was until he heard the beginning of a croaking, crackling syllable - it was then he spun around. He held up the Redeemer, aiming it upwards from where the noise had come from. When he saw what was in front of him, a strange twisted beast wearing the torn up skin of a man who’s face was ingrained into Caleb’s mind as clear as it had been when he first saw it and when he beat his head into a bloody stew. Henry Bayshore.

Well, it wasn’t quite Henry Bayshore. The creature was far taller, with longer more distorted limbs, and his skin sagged so intensely it flapped as it moved. His torso was twisted so much it was more like a corkscrew than a body. Caleb smirked as he looked at the strange creature, maybe it was one of the changelings his Ma told him all about. Or maybe it was a skinwalker one of the Native American boys in his gang always talked about.

“So… What’re you following me for and why shouldn’t I blow your head from your body again, Mister Bayshore?” Caleb asked, his calloused fingers over the trigger.

“You… would… miss,” a crackling, gnarled voice said. Before Caleb could respond the beast let out a screech and he collapsed into a pile of soft, weeping flesh. It was a pile of raw meat, blood, and viscera by Caleb’s feat, causing him to be more confused than anything else. Before he could full process what was happening, a twisted gnarled finger tapped on his shoulder.

The Pig

“A… man-da?” A familiar croaking voice said. At one point it would’ve been comforting and at another made her body surge with fear. On this occasion it felt as if it made her bones turn to ice and her blood became still. She slowly turned, extremely carefully with her grip on her knife… Because John was dead. John Kramer had died of cancer in front of her eyes. The cold fog was beginning to set in, and as it chilled against her skin she knew that what was in front of her face was not the Entity, it was just as uncertain as she was.

Before her was a twisted parody of John Kramer, the man who had been as good as her dad and who she’d failed just as much as her folks had failed her. He was taller for one thing, Amanda barely came up to his chest. His neck was elongated and twisted around. His face was tilted diagonally, and he smiled. Amanda wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he looked happy at all or that there were far too many teeth piercing through flesh that made him look less like the man.

“Amanda. I … found… you-”

“What the fuck are you?” She interrupted.

“Oh… does this skin not look good … on me?”

“Whatever you are, you’re not fucking convincing okay?”

“Would you like to see my … tumour?” It asked, its neck twisting to the side until its head was completely upside down. Amanda bared her teeth and pulled her pig mask back down, it seemed it was time for a different kind of trial.

[bubuslutty]

Captain Price's lessons

pairing: Runaway bride!fem reader x pirate!captain price feat. Banished pirate!König

word count: 946

tags: she/her pronouns, no description of appearance, proofread by me so sorry for any mistakes, masturbation, making out

warnings: nsfw

summary: Pirate!captain Price and his runaway bride teach König how to pleasure women in exchange of him letting Price's bride use his cock and cum. A huge thank you to @ahoeformando for coming up with the delicious idea of (previously) banished pirate!König.

To read about our wet sad boy, read the reblogs of this post.

Captain Price is so so mean, he's cruel actually, straight out the fucking devil, why? you may ask. Well, because König said so. (in his head, at least)

When König agreed to their little offer, which consisted of them teaching him how to pleasure women in exchange of Price’s bride using his cock and cum, König quickly realised how much she really wanted it, and that made him heat up unbelievably fast in arousal but also his ego to swell with pride, just a bit tho, not too much, or the Captain would know.

König was shy sometimes and anxious most of the time, but when he was attending their private lessons, he would feel incredibly annoyed, straight out pissed, at himself and his cock, but also at his Captain because he was such a fucking tease (in König's head).

First rule, look, don't touch.

And the first lesson was how to kiss, properly.

König usually sits on the sofa, facing the Captain's desk, while the two give him a live demonstration right then and there of whatever they're teaching that day.

And so that first lesson consisted of the Captain talking to König through how to kiss someone, well, make out really. While his bride was hanging off his neck, tired of his hands running up and down her body, squeezing around her flesh and lightly slapping the skin of her thighs and ass, to say the least, she was horny and was begging for a kiss at that stage.

König was fascinated, the Captain barely did anything and he riled her up, but he guesses that's also the magic of being in love.

"See, if you touch 'em just right, they're all yours, see." The Captain spoke, voice deep and scratchy and so so warm while König watched with wide shiny eyes.

Price's sweetheart was trying her best to be patient but was getting really desperate for his warm lips on hers, and to feel his beard scratch her soft skin. So she pressed herself more against him, chest to chest, arms wrapped around his neck, head tilted up and begging for a kiss.

"Hold on, sweetheart, we're here to teach König, can't be thinking of just yourself, can you?" John says, stroking her jawline with his thumb and smiling down at her.

And this is how it goes, John kissing her breathless until all she wants is to rip his clothes off and sick on his dick for the next two hours and John has to stop her.

Not because he didn't want her to use him, but because it'd be too much for sweet ol' König. They have to take this slow, or they'll scare the poor fella away.

When König eventually gets a boner, which happens literally all the time. They'll let him leave and take care of his problem on his own, at the beginning because he was shy. Then König would take care of his problem right there while his Captain and his pretty bride watches.

And she'd have stars in her eyes, sparkling in a thousand lights as she watches with awe as König strokes his heavy big cock. And she's not allowed to touch him, or even say anything to encourage him to cum, because König will literally combust then and there.

But it doesn't stop König from shaking all over when he catches the look on her face, the unfiltered hunger and lust in her eyes as she stares at his full heavy balls and cock, and he gets embarrassingly wet, his tip spitting precum, mixing with his sweat, as the sound of him stroking his cock fills the Captain's cabin, and he almost cums then and there when the smell of tobacco hits his nose.

König's allowed to stroke himself to completion at the end of each lesson, but he's not allowed to touch himself during lessons. Because according to Price, he needs to focus wholly on the lesson and show discipline and self control, they're teaching him something, they're just not giving him free wank material.

Or Price is the meanest motherfucker in the universe and into edging poor König.

Whatever it is, König can handle as long as Price's bride keeps looking at him with those pretty eyes of hers while she hums and dreamily sighs when he tells her about his childhood or the boring jobs he did before joining Price's crew. He likes how she looks at him when the days run hotter and he has to get rid of his sweat drenched shirt to keep working. He likes how she looks at his eyes and smiles at him with all the sweetness and kindness in the whole world in a little (compared to König) tight body.

He's not sure if she sees him as a new toy, or something more, but she's made it clear that she likes him, she likes looking and listening to him talk, and would love to touch him as well, but her whole heart and soul belong to Price and Price alone.

Not matter how much he gets to touch Price's pretty bride of sin, no matter how much he gets to kiss her soft skin or grope her curves, he's never ever allowed to cum inside her. That's Price's thing to do, he's the only one who can stuff her full, and if König ever dares to step that line, hell will rain down on him and he'll die at the hands of the Captain.

Luckily König is good at listening to instructions and would never cross that line, he still has a lot to achieve and do in life, like doing Price's girl.

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General Yandere Silver the Hedgehog Headcanons

Well, I’ve been receiving quite a few requests for Silver, so I thought that, before responding any of those, I should post some of my general headcanons (Also sorry about the hiatus, but thankfully I should be free for a long while) TW: implied murder and kidnapping

This sweet, naive hedgehog would take a long time before he realized he felt anything…special towards you. He’s just happy to have friends he can talk to. After all, he can get pretty lonely back in his future, even with how much he wants to make friends and hang out with them, he can’t. However, after a long while, he starts asking himself tons of questions about his behavior. Like why do his eyes wander off to where you are when hanging out with a bunch of your mutual friends, or why does he get so nervous when you two are alone. Whether his feelings towards you are purely platonic or even romantic, he’ll eventually realize how truly intense his feelings are.

His attitude towards you wouldn't change much on a surface level, he’s still the eager, optimistic hedgehog that wears his heart on his sleeves and likes to be around you. Yet, those traits that would make him a lovable dork in most situations, is what ultimately causes him to be rather intense when you two are together. He’s basically like an overgrown puppy, lovable and ultimately doesn’t want to cause you any issues, yet he can be extremely overbearing and not allow you to have any personal space. It doesn’t matter how boring or mundane your activities are for the day, he’s always there, for better or for worse.

If one day you decide that he’s just too intense for you and ask him to please leave you alone for a while, he will give be noticeably sad even if he tries to hide it, but he will leave you alone…for a little while anyways, him lasting a day without you is a miracle, but eventually he’ll beg you for you two to hang out again, swearing that he will try to give you your space, but to please let him be around you again. And honestly you would need to be heartless to say no to the poor guy, he’s just trying his best, can you really stay mad at him for long? From then on, he respects your personal space a bit more, though he does still have his moments where that type of behavior can resurface.

Despite how sweet and caring he is towards you (and towards any of his friends really) He can be quite…serious for a lack of a better term. If he sees anything or anyone that he might consider a threat, well, mercy might not be in his vocabulary that day. Honestly it’s like a on/off switch, one moment he’s being the sweetest cinnamon roll to ever exist towards all of his friends, and even more towards you, the next he’s willing to commit murder for your sake. Trust me when I say you want to stop him before things get messy, if not for the sake of whatever poor fella crossed him that day, at least to have a healthy conscience at the end of that day. After all, Silver sees no reason to hide what he’s willing to do for you

The poor boy gets jealous easily and he’s terrible at hiding it. The thing he’s not terrible at is gaslighting himself though. After all, there’s no way he would ever harm someone innocent, they must be evil in some way, he just knows you’re not safe with them. Pray to whatever god you believe in (or to good luck if you’re not religious, whatever works) that he doesn’t find enough “evidence” to support his claim that your friend is a menace, because once he does, there’s no stopping him. He’s a stubborn one, and in his eyes, it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong. He’s just keeping everyone you safe away from that bastard, but it’s ok now, they’ll be gone soon, so don’t worry about it, ok?

I hope you like gifts, because with Silver you’re going to get a lot of hand-made ones. He wishes nothing more than to make you smile, and he figured out that a good way to do so would be gifts. Baked good, some small crafts, he’ll try to make anything, and while they might not be of the best quality, it’s the intention that counts, and again, you would have to be absolutely heartless to tell him that you don’t like his gifts, especially with those puppy eyes of his. He’s just so happy when you acknowledge all of his hard work to make you happy, he just can’t get enough of your smile, it’s almost like oxygen to him, he just can’t get enough of it. He’s willing to do anything for you, quite literally. 

Silver probably has the least stable breaking point out of everyone, mostly cuz he’s so used to thinking about how everything can go wrong due to his ruined future, that basically anything happening to you is catastrophic in his eyes. You got a scratch? He panics, a fight with someone? Pray they get a quick death. Eventually as things get worse and worse (according to him anyways) he’ll decide that he’s had enough and not let you go anywhere without him, or more accurately, let you go anywhere at all. Reasoning with him is impossible, after all he’s as stubborn as can get, and as much as he loves you, he’s not taking no for an answer, after all it’s all for your sake, so shouldn’t you be happy?

The only possible way I can see you escaping from him is if you somehow gain his trust enough for him to let his guard down, slip up, and give you a chance to peace out…but good luck with that. It isn’t that he wouldn’t trust you, but he’s just incapable of being apart from you, so a moment when you’re alone are too few and far between, I doubt you would even have a proper plan to escape him. In the case you somehow do manage to do so, your freedom won’t last long, he’s really adept with that psychokinesis of his, so the moment he sees you it’s game over. He would try to justify to himself why would you ever want to run away, after all, it’s impossible for him to see what he did wrong, you probably were just anxious, but no need to worry, he will always be there for you

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UNTITLED STENDYLE COMIC - Part 2.5

EXTRA II: The Main 5 hangout.

TW for mild transphobia

The Main Five, Kyle, Stan, Eric, Kenny and Marjorine are once again at Cartman's house to play Rummy like they do all weekends.

Cartman: I can't believe Kenny keeps breaking the "No chicks allowed" rule!

Marj: Oh! The gender affirmation!!

Kenny: C'mon dude! You do this every time, Marj has been part of the group basically since kinder so she gets to hang out with us!

Cartman: You just say that to spent more time with her! Even Stan follows this rule!

Stan: They are not a "chick", they just don't want anything to do with you, Cartman.

Cartman: Maybe if they doesn't want to be treated like a chick maybe they shouldn't wear skirts all the time.

Stan: HEY!

Kyle: CUT IT, FATASS! I'll fucking kick your face!

Marj: Fellas! Don't fight! You shouldn't care about Wends coming, Eric, they can come if they want and it's not going to apply to the rule.

Kenny: ... Welp, Kyle it's here so is basically the same.

Kyle: What is that supposed to mean?!

Kenny: Nothing! Are we going to play or nah?

Kyle: YES. Just, sit across, you two, we are betting so I don't wanna see you make out.

Kenny: You are cool about it!

Kyle: I am really not.

Cartman: But you are with Stan and Wends all the time, you must enjoy that shit then.

Kyle: EW no. They are actually decent.

Stan: Shut up and let's play.

They been playing for a few rounds, totally joking around and not paying that much attention. Everyone was so close to the 100 points, Eric losing a few times but paying his way in again which means that they were around $250 on the table.

Marj: -knocks the table- Eric, your turn!

Cartman: I don't get it Kahl, you are going to both teams and still single? What a loser. Now play.

Kenny: There are a lot of pretty people our age here!

Kyle: Yeah... No, I don't think I would date anyone from our school.

Stan: Wait, do you really mean that?

Kyle: -sigh- I don't know Stan, play, It's your turn.

Kenny: What? Sad you don't have a chance, Stanley boy?

Cartman: HA! Stan has a type!

Stan: No, I don't! Your turn Kenny.

Kenny: You really do, tho. Smart, Independent, Strong, Fight Cartman and win... Your turn, babe!

Stan: That's-...

Marj: -knocks the table- Your turn, Eric.

Cartman: Stan having a type doesn't mean anything tho, Kahl wouldn't date him... your turn, Jew.

Stan: Huh?!

Kyle: You don't have to tell me It's my turn, fatass, unlike you all I'm paying attention... And, why are you so obsessed with my dating life, anyways, Cartman? Your turn, Stan.

Cartman: ...

Kenny: The silence is too loud! Don't tell me, you... Lil' Eric Cartman has a crush on our Kyle?

Stan: No way.

Cartman: N-NO, I DON'T! STOP TELLING LIES.

Kyle: Oh Jesus, I'm going to throw up.

Kenny: Babe...

Marj: -gasp- I WIN!

Cartman, Kyle and Stan: WHAT?!

Kenny: Marj, you did it!!

Kyle: When did that happen? Geez, I have a lot of cards!

Marj: I've been knocking the table for the last three rounds!

Kenny: What happened, Kyle? I thought you were the only one paying attention.

Marj: Heh, count your points, boys!

Stan: UHG... I'm officially out.

Cartman: Of the closet? We know.

Stan: OF THE GAME! I got 47 points from this, yeah, I'm out.

Kyle: Ugh, me too.

Kenny: Same here!

Cartman: NO WAY! I'm not letting Marjorine win!

Marj: You used your last dollar on the last round! I win!!

Kenny: You are genius, babe!!

Cartman: WHATEVER, take your stupid money and leave my house! EVERYONE!

Kyle: Didn't plan on staying anyways!

Once everyone left the house, Marj and Kenny walked away together with their new money. Leaving Stan and Kyle alone.

Stan: So... Is it really true you would not date anyone from our school?

Kyle: Stan... I'm really tired of all of you talking about my absences of love life. Can you not?

Stan: I'm sorry, dude, I'm not bothering you anymore... Do you wanna go to my house and play something?

Kyle: Yeah, I would love that... I thought Wends was going there.

Stan: Heh, you know they don't mind!

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The Last Words of 30 Famous Serial Killers

Some killers have offered sincere apologies for the heinous offenses they committed. Others’ final words were filled with anger and resentment, while some seemed indifferent. A few of the most interesting final words are quizzically strange rantings.

What are the last words of some of the most famous serial slayers? The last words on this list come from the mouths of some of the most heinous, dangerous people in human history.

James French

“Hey, fellas! How about this for a headline for tomorrow’s paper? ‘French Fries.'” (August 10, 1966)

James French has the distinction of being the last person to be executed in Oklahoma, via electric chair

Carl Panzram

“Hurry up, you Hoosier bastard. I could kill 10 men while you’re fooling around.” (September 5, 1930)

Peter Kurten

“Tell me. After my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from the stump of my neck? That would be a pleasure to end all pleasures.” (July 2, 1931)

Peter Kurten, AKA “The Vampire of Dusseldorf,” drank the blood of at least one person.

John Wayne Gacy

Kiss My Ass (May 10, 1994)

Thomas J. Grasso

“I did not get my Spaghetti O’s. I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.” (March 20, 1995)

Tom Ketchum

“I’ll be in Hell before you start breakfast, boys. Let her rip.” (April 26, 1901)

Jeffery Dahmer 

“I don’t care if I live or die. Go ahead and kill me.” (Novemer 28, 1994)

H.H. Holmes 

“Take your time. Don’t bungle it.” (May 7, 1896)

Dr. H.H. Holmes was one of the first American serial killers.

Albert Fish 

“I don’t even know why I’m here.” (January 16, 1936)

In the 1920s, Albert Fish claimed that he had slain at least 100 children.

Ted Bundy

“I’d like you to give my love to my family and friends.” (January 24, 1989)

The exact number of women Ted Bundy offed or hurt in the 1970s is unknown, but some say the number is somewhere in the 100s.

Marcel Petiot 

“Gentleman, I have one last piece of advice: Look away. This will not be pretty to see.” (May 25, 1946)

Petiot was a French doctor who was only found out when the remains of 23 people were found in his Parisian home during WW2.

Steven Timothy Judy 

“I don’t hold any grudges. This is my doing. Sorry it happened.” (March 9, 1981)

Steven Judy slayed a woman and her three children in 1979.

William Bonin 

“I would suggest that when a person has a thought of doing anything serious against the law, that before they did that they should go to a quiet place and think about it seriously.” (February 23, 1996)

William Bonin’s habit of dumping cadavers near freeways earned him the nickname Freeway Killer.

Amelia Dyer

“I have nothing to say.” (June 10, 1896)

Dyer is believed to have slain 400 children during a 20-year period in Victorian England.

Peter Manuel

“Turn up the radio and I’ll go quietly.” (July 11, 1958)

Manuel was an American-born Scottish man who is believed to have slain from nine to 18 people during the 1950s.

Francis Crowley

“You sons of bitches. Give love to Mother.” (January 21, 1932)

Francis Crowley went on a three-month spree that ended when he was sent to the electric chair.

Angel Maturino Resendiz

“I want to ask if it is in your heart to forgive me. You don’t have to. I know I allowed the Devil to rule my life. I just ask you to forgive me and ask the Lord to forgive me for allowing the devil to deceive me. I thank God for having patience in me. I don’t deserve to cause you pain. You do not deserve this. I deserve what I am getting.” (June 27, 2006)

Reséndiz left people’s cadavers near railroad tracks.

Fritz Haarmann

“I repent, but I do not fear death.” (April 15, 1925)

Fritz Haarmann of Germany, active in the years following WWI, became known as the Vampire of Hanover because he would bite through people’s throats.

Ned Kelly

“Such is life.” (November 11, 1880)

Ned Kelly was often considered a folk hero in Australia.

Donald Henry Gaskins

“I’ll let my lawyers talk for me. I’m ready to go.” (September 6, 1991)

Donald Henry Gaskins was known as the Meanest Man in America for slaying at least 100 people, most of them hitchhikers, from the 1950s to the 1980s.

Israel Keyes

“Okay, talk is over, words are placid and weak. Back it with action or it all comes off cheap. Watch close while I work now, feel the electric shock of my touch, open your trembling flower, or your petals I’ll crush.” (December 2, 2012) 

Israel Keyes took his own life; the words are from his final note.

John George Haigh

In a letter to his girlfriend, Barbara: “It is difficult to say farewell under these circumstances, but you will understand that you will always be in my thoughts. You know I have been proud of our association: it has always been an honourable one. I shall remember your great kindness and devotion. Now I must leave you.” (August 10, 1949)

In the 1940s, John George Haigh dissolved six women’s cadavers in acid.

Kenneth McDuff

 “I am ready to be released. Release me.” (November 17, 1998)

After his sentence was commuted in 1989, Kenneth McDuff killed again before being detained in 1992.

Carroll Cole

“It’s all right.” (December 6, 1985)

Carroll Cole possibly committed acts of cannibalism

Raymond Fernandez and Martha Beck

“I wanna shout it out; I love Martha! What do the public know about love?” – Raymond Fernandez (March 8, 1951)

“My story is a love story. But only those tortured by love can know what I mean […] Imprisonment in the Death House has only strengthened my feeling for Raymond….” – Martha Beck (March 8, 1951)

In the 1940s, Fernandez and Beck would place personal ads in newspapers with the intent of taking money from the women who replied.

Aileen Wuornos

“I’d just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back like Independence Day, with Jesus, June 6th. Like the movie, big mother ship and all. I’ll be back.” (October 9, 2002)

From 1989 to 1990, Aileen Wuornos terminated seven men, with the excuse that each of them tried to rape her.

James Allen Red Dog

“I’m going home, babe.” (October 9, 2002)

James Allen Red Dog had been connected to at least five murders

Myra Hindley

According to the Catholic priest who gave Hindley last rites, “The last conversation she had before she died concerned her mother. She just expressed concern for her mother – but I will not say exactly what she said.” (November 15, 2002)

Hindley, with her lover Ian Brady, shocked 1960s England when they killed five children.

Earle Nelson

“I am innocent. I stand innocent before God and man. I forgive those who have wronged me and ask forgiveness of those I have injured. God have mercy!” (January 13, 1928)

During a two-year period in the mid-1920s, Earle Nelson felled 22 women, most of whom were landladies he approached about rooms they wanted to rent.

Sean Flanagan

“I love you.”

Sean Flanagan terminated two gay men in Nevada, claiming he was doing “good for… society.” (June 23, 1989)

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TRAINTOBER | Day 27 - Record Breaker

The Seagulls are excited to discover that the famous Great Western, City of Truro, is visiting Barrow-in-Furness. Coppernob is less than excited, however.

Furness Railway’s No. 3 ‘Coppernob’ in their Glasshouse at Barrow-in-Furness

~~~

A wild storm had blown through one night. In the morning, the true extent of the damage had been revealed, roofs had flown off houses, trees had been sprayed over the roads and now lorries and cars could not use them.

The rails had been the lifeline, and within a few hours, they had been mostly cleared to allow resources to get through where they were needed most. 

Certainly, Barrow-in-Furness had the advantage of being a major port town but marine transport was far too slow for the mail or the resources would be far too costly to transport via the ocean. 

And so this was how the Great Western’s bright spark, the City of Truro found himself racing towards the North on a mercy mission with supplies and mail from the South. He was passing through LMS territory where once, the bigger engines would jeer and try to spook him, but now they cheered him on, the engine that claimed to beat the LNER’s golden boy.

To them, anything was an improvement over Flying Scotsman, such was the rivalry between the two railways so great.

“He’s here, he’s here! There he goes! The fastest engine in the West!” Came the tittering of engines as he passed and City of Truro arrogantly raised his boiler higher on its frames, basking in the Furness Engine’s praise. 

He loved it, he loved the attention, it validated him, made him strive to be better, to prove to his railway that he was invaluable.

He came upon Barrow-in-Furness station to find it empty and no one to receive him. Truro scowled, deeply annoyed. There was supposed to be somewhere here to meet him to authorise and check his mail run. Oh he did so hate being made to wait.

“This place used to run a lot better before Grouping,” a voice called to him. “Sad sorry lot these LMS fellas. Too much area to oversee makes them slack at the top. Things fall the cracks you see.”

Truro looked over to the grand structure nearby, a magnificent glasshouse with ornate designs framed an older-looking engine with a strange globe-like firebox and a boiler like that of a think barrel. 

He had heard tell of this engine. The fiery red Coopernob, they called him with a personality to match his paint.

“Well, the Great Western Railway takes pride in doing things the correct way and not allowing things to slip through the cracks,” Truro boasted. “I’m the City of Truro. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?”

The red engine’s eyes narrowed and his lips parted into a thin line as his gaze grew critical of the Great Western engine before him. 

“You boast that the Great Western way fills in its cracks yet here you are, breaking records behind their backs and making yourself a damn nuisance and a poor role model to the younger engines here,” Coppernob suddenly spoke harshly of Truro and the Great Western was shocked.

“Excuse me?” Truro spluttered. He’d heard that Coppernob could be a right ass but he hadn’t been expecting to be quite this upfront about it.

“You’ve got the young ones all a titter with your supposed Record Breaking run,” Coppernob scoffed deeply annoyed. “Now that you’re here they’ll be all caught up in their own heads rather than focusing on work.”

“Excuse me for wanting to be something more than the purpose I was created for!” City of Truro scoffed, annoyed. “What right do you to be judging me anyway, sitting pretty in your little glass house?”

“My judgement comes from decades of experience young one,” Coppernob disputed. “I have more than half a century over you and you do not look like much to me. Just another young upstart who thinks he can bend the rules due to his fame.”

Truro just snorted in response and turned his attention to a Larger Seagull approaching the station, presumably the one to takeover his train.

The Seagull squeaked at the sight of him.

“City- City of Truro! It’s an honour to meet you!” Number 24 squeaked. “My brother would be beside himself to meet you but he’s on the Island of Sodor.” 

“Haha well if you see him again then tell him I send my regards!” Truro winked and him and the Seagull made a strange noise in response. “But who knows, maybe one day I’ll visit there myself, you never know!”

“His, his name is Edward if you happen to meet him!” 

“Sudrian Number 2, I think you will find,” Coppernob interjected and Truro glanced at him. 

Ray of sunshine this one was, wasn’t he?

Not wanting to cause more fuss, Truro simply smiled and gathered his steam again.

“Well this was… fun, but I must be off,” the City Class smiled. “Cracks to fill and all that.”

Coppernob frowned but said nothing more as the Larger Seagull gave a shrill peep goodbye to the engine.

“Good-bye Mr Truro, thanks for helping us out!” 24 called and with a blast of his whistle, the City of Truro disappeared down the line. 24 glanced at Coppernob. “Interesting fellow, isn’t he? I won’der if we’ll see him again.”

Coppernob said nothing, but he had a feeling that he would end up meeting that engine again. Just in ways he would have never have anticipated.

~~~

I always find it hard to write Coppernob. He’s so different from the other engines because he comes from a time of different values and it’s hard to mesh him with the others. He always ends up very antagonistic even when I don’t want him to be. Still, I did want to give him a little more time in the spotlight because he is a deeply important engine in history.

It’s so rare that anything like him gets preserved in the same way that he did. 

You’ll notice that young Truro is a little more like Scotsman in personality than he is currently. Before everything, Truro was full of life but sadly, a lot of things took that childish joy away from him.