#plus emerald

[powertaco]

A semblance of solidarity -3-Complicating the already complicated

Emerald spends time with her soulmates despite the increasingly complicated situation, which only gets worse after a surprise visitor shows up.

[aphantimes]

Examples of Knuckles sensing all forms of Chaos Energy (and other things?) so I can aggressively point here whenever people forget about it

I see this part of Knuckles' abilities forgotten way too often and it drives me insane so here

1: HE CAN SENSE THE MASTER EMERALD.

Very blatant. His entire gameplay in SA1 and SA2 revolves around this ability. He innately has the ability to sense the Master Emerald and its shards. Rouge meanwhile is given an Emerald Detector in SA2 to explain her gameplay.

2: HE CAN SENSE CHAOS CONTROLS.

He senses "some strange energy" right before Sonic Chaos Controls right in front of him. Essentially predicting a Chaos Control. IDK how else you could read this lmao he literally sensed a Chaos Control. (I swear I never see anyone talk about this ever grrr)

3: HE CAN SENSE SOL EMERALDS AND CHAOS EMERALDS.

This interaction in Sonic Rush confirms that he can sense both Sol Emeralds and Chaos Emeralds. For him to be able to mistake Sol Emeralds for Chaos Emeralds without seeing them, he has to be using some sixth sense, and has to be familiar with sensing Chaos Emeralds as well.

4: HE CAN SENSE FAKE/ARTIFICIAL EMERALDS.

(This is from a Sonic Station Live segment, unofficial translation found here.)

Knuckles goes looking for a mysterious Emerald presence, and finds Tails' fake Emerald. Pretty straightforward. Also, evidence of the Master Emerald itself being sentient and able to direct Knuckles to investigate anomalies. (I wish more people made use of that, too.)

5: HE... HAS A LITERAL TREASURE SENSE, APPARENTLY?

(This is from a story on the Sonic Channel website. Original found here, unofficial translation from Windii Gitlord's blog found here.)

This is... a strange one. A bit of an outlier. I assumed that instances of Knuckles sensing treasures were purely gameplay mechanics, but here he appears to literally sense a pair of combat gloves, which is completely unrelated to Chaos Energy. So I guess he can do that too? But maybe it's only because he was led there by the ghosts of his ancestors? Who knows.

Oh yeah. BTW, Knuckles gets sent dreams by his ancestors' ghosts. That is canon. Someone pls use that in some way lol

So anyway. There. A bunch of examples of Knuckles sensing all forms of Chaos Energy, not just the Master Emerald. Throw this at someone if they question the extent of this ability and want evidence lol

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Emerald Hallow Chapter 1

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

**plus size reader 

Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve prided himself on his self control. He was a Beta before the super soldier serum, and when his body went through the transformation so did his classification. Not only did he have to learn how to operate his new body but as a new Alpha he had to learn how to handle the intense emotions and instincts that came with it. He’d been able to work through most of it without endangering any Omegas along the way. Anytime a moment of weakness chipped at his psyche the words of Dr. Erskine would rattle his brain: “…you must promise me that you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier. But a good man.” Good men, good Alphas, did not attack or take what they wanted from others. Steve was well aware of the plight of Omegas in the world. If there was one thing that had stayed consistent throughout his long life it was that Omegas were still considered “less” by many, something to be bred and fulfill Alphas’ needs. He didn’t feel this way, but knew many others did.

After returning the Infinity stones he had gone to see Peggy in the past for closure, but did not stay. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t. He loved her, but she was also an Alpha, and same classification couples never worked out.  Bucky needed him, and a promise of “’til the end of the line” was a promise. He had helped transition Sam into the Captain America role and quickly retired, only advising on missions rather than taking the lead. He tried to reintegrate back into regular civilian life, finding his next adventure. He wanted to move on from Peggy and find an Omega to settle down and have a family with.

So far he had no luck. He had started going by his middle name, Grant, and had grown out his beard and hair again so he wasn’t as recognizable as “Captain America” anymore. The dates he’d gone on had been unsuccessful. Omegas were hard to come by nowadays, and to find one willing to even go on a date was even harder. He felt like he was being a gentleman, not expecting anything from them other than to get to know them and see if it was worth pursuing, but he could feel the anxiety and tension dripping from their scents every time. He couldn’t blame them, but it also made him feel like the magic or allure of a great romance that he was looking for to replace his feelings for Peggy was a pipe dream.

One late Autumn night as he left Bucky’s apartment and headed home he smelled something that made him skid to a stop. Amongst the carved pumpkins and crisp Autumn air was something tantalizing, mouth-watering, and made the hair on the back of his neck raise in anticipation. His body moved towards the smell without him even realizing, his nose held high as he followed the scent down a block and into an old fashioned jazz club. It reminded him of the old dance halls of the 1940s, a live band playing on a stage with tables skirting the walls, making a small circle in the middle for couples to dance. There were vintage Halloween decorations lining the walls and the bar.  He made a mental note to tell Bucky about this place as the scent grew stronger and he blindly walked toward the stage.

“My lovelies!” A drag queen’s deep voice boomed into the microphone. She was dressed in an extravagant vampire costume, and as Steve looked around he noticed almost everyone was dressed in some type of Halloween themed costume or vintage clothes.  “Thank you for coming to tonight’s Autumn Jazz Fest!  Last but certainly not least, is our very own…Emerald Hallow!” The drag queen gave a great flourish with her arm and the curtain behind her opened to reveal the singer. Steve’s heart stuttered as the Alpha in him awoke. She was the scent he followed.  An unmated Omega.  The singer was short and plus size, her voluptuous curves slightly jiggling as she sauntered up to the vintage looking microphone.  She wore a long, flowy, shimmering velvet black dress with sheer lace sleeves that opened wide at her wrists with tassels swaying as she swung her arms, tattoos peeking out from the lace.  The neckline plunged down deep between her large breasts, giving the audience quite the view.  Her long nails were pointy and painted black, gently twisting the tassels as she adjusted the microphone to her height.  She had dyed emerald green hair that was long and finger-waved with two large victory rolls atop.  She wore gold earrings that had deep red hearts with what looked like blood dripping from them, black lipstick and sharp cat-eye eyeliner.  The black lipstick made her teeth look striking as she smiled seductively when the audience clapped for her.  Steve swore under his breath.  She was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. 

“Happy almost-Halloween, my pretties!” she greeted them, some people in the audience whooping and hollering for her.  Steve could feel a growl rumble in his chest at the attention she was getting from others, and mentally chastised himself for losing his composure.  “Would you like to hear some spooky tunes?”  Some more clapping and whooping made her smile wider.  “Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you…so needy,” she teased the audience, winking at someone off to the side.  Steve moved closer to the stage, just off to the side as the band behind her started playing.  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, opening them again as her body started to move to the beat.  “They say that I’m a witch, and that I weave a spell.  Well…”

Emerald danced with her hips and shoulders like singers of old would.  Her scent became heavier to Steve as she did something she obviously loved, and it made his Alpha instincts scream at him to claim her.  He sat himself in a chair at one of the nearest tables, needing to hide his growing erection.

She held out the last note, her voice ringing out as the band hit a big chord at the end and she raised her arms.  The audience cheered loudly, the couples who had been dancing stopped to join in on the applause.  Emerald bowed and acknowledged the band behind her.  Steve clapped and watched her closely.   He was clocking all the Alphas in the audience, making note of the ones who were unmated and watching her like he was.  It made him feel like a creep, but something deep within him was not willing to just walk out and go home.  He was stuck to the spot, and would wait all night if he had to just to get a moment with her.  

She sang a few more songs then suddenly pulled out a chair from behind the piano.  “I’ve got one more for you tonight,” she said.  The audience whined loudly.  “Aaaww, are you gonna miss me?” she teased, sticking her lip out sadly.  She smirked as she set the chair in the middle of the stage and took the microphone out of the stand to freely walk around.  “I’m gonna need a big, strong Alpha volunteer,” she said in a low, seductive voice.  As her eyes swept the crowd multiple loud voices yelled out, hands raising and Alphas standing up from their chairs.  Steve stayed seated, desperately wanting her to choose him but not wanting to come off that way.  He decided to let his instincts take over for just a moment and let off a pheromone scent of himself towards her.  As her eyes continued to look out at the crowd they subtly widened and her back stiffened as her eyes instantly went to him.  Her eyes flashed as she gazed at him, and her smirk deepened.  Steve felt like the air between them was buzzing as he held her gaze, not daring to look away.

“You,” she pointed at him and then curled her finger, gesturing to him to come up.  Steve slowly got up and followed the stairs up to the stage.  There was a chorus of disappointed noises mixed with clapping from the audience as he approached her.  “Take a seat, handsome,” she said, patting the top of the chair.  Steve sat on the chair and looked up at her, memorizing every feature of her face.  “What’s your name?” she asked, standing closer to him and holding the microphone to his face.

“S–Grant,” Steve said, clearing his throat after nearly slipping up on his name.

Emerald eyed him but her smile never faltered.  “Grant.  Everybody say ‘Hello Grant!’”  She held the microphone out to the audience who chanted back at her in greeting him.  “And what do you do, Grant?”

“Consulting,” Steve said automatically, a polite smile on his face as he warred with himself not to reach out and touch her.

“How vague…” Emerald said cheekily, raising her eyebrows and making the crowd laugh.  “It’s alright, keep your secrets, handsome,” she said as she walked behind him then ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest, her chin resting on his opposite shoulder, making them cheek to cheek.  “I like a man who is mysterious…” 

Steve let out a shuddering breath as the jittery energy he felt from her touching him flowed through his veins.  His shoulders and chest felt like they were doused with ice water where she touched him, and his cheek warmed as he blushed with her so close.  The Alpha howled at him to take her, right there in front of everyone, making his hands shake as he quickly folded them together and covered his crotch with his entwined fists.

“Can I sing this last song to you, Grant?” she said, her lips slightly grazing his ear, her hot breath making him shiver.  Steve didn’t trust his voice so he slightly looked towards her and nodded.  “Thank you,” she said, then moved away and turned to the band.  “Shall we, lovies?”

“We shall!” the band called back to her, then counted themselves in.  The melody started into a song Steve actually recognized from some music Sam had recommended to him.

Emerald walked towards the edge of the stage where Steve had walked up and then turned towards him sharply.  “Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance with the stars up above in your eyes,” she sang, her shoulders keeping the beat.  “A fantabulous night to make romance ‘neath the cover of October skies,” she continued, twirling around and turning towards the bass player behind her, giving her a wink before facing Steve again.  “And all the leaves on the trees are falling to the sound of the breezes that blow.  You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling of your heartstrings that play soft and low.”  She stepped slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his face.  “And the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush.  You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush!”  The band suddenly picked up, the sound swelling around Steve.  Emerald smiled widely.  “Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  She quickly closed the distance between them and leaned down, her hand reaching out and cupping his jaw, making him move toward her.  Steve’s eyes widened.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?”  She leaned forward as she held his face and nuzzled her nose against his nose.  As the chorus ended she released him and turned, jutting her hips towards him as they rocked to the beat.

“Well I wanna make love to you tonight, I can’t wait til the morning has come,” she sang, looking over her shoulder at him.  He shifted in the seat, his pants feeling even more tight.  “And I know now the timing is just right and straight into my arms you will run,” she walked behind him again, her hand doing as it had done before but this time running down his arm and squeezing his bicep.  “And when you come my heart will be waiting to make sure that you’re never alone.”  She walked around him again until she faced him, then sank down into his lap.  “There and then all my dreams will come true dear, there and then I will make you my own.”  Steve’s hands gripped her hip and her knee to keep her planted on his lap, his hands still shaking at the close proximity and at getting to finally touch her even just a little.  She wrapped her free arm around his shoulder to keep herself upright.

“And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside,” her nails gently scraped against the scent gland on his neck, making him gasp and his mouth drop open as he watched her.  “And I know how much you want me that,” she winked at him, bringing her face slightly closer to his, “you can’t hide.”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together.  He was sure his face was showing nothing but pure desire right now, and couldn’t find it in himself to care.  His grip on her tightened and he swallowed thickly.

“Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  Her fingers moved up and ran through his hair, scratching his scalp, causing his eyelids to flutter shut at the massage.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you…” she held the note out as she pulled him closer, this time making them nose to nose.  The audience was whooping and hollering again, a chant of “Kiss him!” coming through the crowd as the music paused to build tension.  She stared Steve down, her eyes flickering to his lips once then back up to his eyes.  Steve was breathing heavily, waiting to see what she would do.  After a long beat she dipped her head and kissed the side of his mouth, just out of reach of his lips.  The audience was a mix of cheers and disappointed groans as she pulled away and licked her lips as she looked at him again before lifting the microphone back up to her mouth.  “My love,” she sang the last line softly, and as the band finished with a jazzy ending she rested her forehead against his forehead as she caught her breath.  Steve didn’t want it to end, holding her firmly against him as the music ended and the audience applause nearly deafened him.  He didn’t want this bubble to burst, this magical moment to end, and yet his hands slipped away when she shifted to stand from his lap.  

Emerald adjusted her dress and stood then took his hand and helped lift him from the chair, holding his hand up in hers high and then gesturing with their joined hands to bow.  Steve bowed with her and plastered a polite smile on his face as he watched her smile widen at the crowd.  “Whoo, is it hot in here or is it just me?” She joked, making everyone laugh again as they continued to clap.  “Everybody give it up for our lucky man, Grant!”  Another round of applause erupted as Steve nodded, a shy smile pulling at his mouth.  She pulled his hand towards her and opened her arms for a hug.  Steve happily ducked down to her embrace, his arms resting on her lower back as her free hand gripped his shoulder.  Her face slightly twisted and her lips were by his ear again.  “Meet me at the back door, ten minutes,” she whispered.  Steve nodded minutely before pulling away.  She released him and clapped for him as well as he waved a hand and stepped down from the stage.

As the drag queen who hosted came back out and closed the show Steve grabbed a shot at the bar, paid, then left through the front door.  He quickly rounded the building, down the alley, until he reached the back of the building.  He found the back door and leaned up against the wall next to it to wait.  He didn’t know what would happen next, but if she wanted to see him afterwards then the magical moment must have meant something to her, too.  Eight minutes went by until the door swung open and his green haired beauty emerged.

Her eyes quickly found him and she smirked.  “Grant,” she greeted him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Emerald,” Steve greeted her back, pushing himself off the wall.  “Though I’m guessing that’s not your name.”

“You guessed right,” she said.  “Though it seems we’re both using different names, Steve Rogers.”

Steve’s eyes widened and his smile fell.  He quickly cleared his throat and looked down.  “That obvious, huh?”

“Probably not to the average person,” she said as she took a step toward him.  “But most people haven’t had a grandparent that was a huge fan of Captain America like I did, who took me to the Smithsonian any chance he got to educate me about the great Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos.  I’d recognize those eyes anywhere,” she quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Though I have to say, I like the longer hair and beard look.  Makes you much more ruggedly handsome.”

Steve’s smile returned and he blushed at her compliment.  “Ruggedly handsome?”

“Oh yes,” she smiled widely at him.  She took another step toward him, making her look up at him.  She analyzed his face for a moment before she sighed heavily.  “Dirty trick you played in there, using your scent on me,” she said quietly, her smile falling.

Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise.  “Oh, um…I’m sorry,” he said quickly, embarrassed that although it worked in getting him noticed and chosen, she was obviously not happy with him about it.  

“Hm,” she hummed, looking him over.  “I was going to choose you regardless, you know?” she said, reaching a hand out and running her fingers over the lining of his coat.  “I scented you from the moment you walked in,” she said, her fingers sliding up towards his collar.  “A Manhattan cocktail, with an undertone of sandalwood and amber,” she met his gaze again.  “And a hint of petrichor.”

“Petrichor?” Steve asked, his eyes never leaving her fingers that gripped his collar lightly.

“The smell after a long awaited rain,” she whispered.  She pulled him down by his collar and guided his face towards her neck.  Steve’s arms wrapped around her like he was hugging her, his grip pulling her flush against him as he nuzzled his nose against her scent gland inhaling deeply.  He felt like he was skipping a lot of steps in the process.  Scenting another person was extremely personal, and not something done by strangers like this.  “You obviously came here for this,” she said as he rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck.

Steve groaned, getting drunk off the scent that nearly drove him crazy enough to lose control.  She gave it up so easily to him.  “Fuck…” he whispered as his tongue licked along the gland, nipping lightly at her skin.  Her fingers tightened around his coat, a soft whimper falling from her lips.  “I couldn’t tell what it was, but…” he sniffed again, his eyes rolling.  “Bergamot, rose, and sandalwood.  Like the perfumes I used to smell back in the day,” he said as his lips traveled to her jaw and then kissed her cheek softly.  “With a hint of ocean air,” he smirked at her as he pulled away to look at her.  Her eyes were hooded as she looked back up at him, her mouth open as she breathed heavily.  “Your name?” he asked.

She huffed a silent laugh as she smiled.  “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” Steve repeated it, liking the way it felt on his tongue.  

Her smile tightened.  “We should slow down.”

“We should,” Steve agreed, but didn’t let go of her.

She pulled away a little, which almost felt like a punch to his gut.  Y/N looked up at him and mischievously grinned.  “How about you take me out and show me some of that old school charm?  And we’ll see where that leads us.”

Steve chuckled at that, his smile widening.  “You took the words right out of my mouth.  Though it sounds much more smooth coming from you.”

“I can be smooth when I wanna be,” she giggled.  She gave him another look over then stepped back, reaching for and holding one of his hands while fishing out her phone from her coat pocket.  She unlocked the phone and handed it to him.  Steve quickly pulled his phone out and gave it to her as well and they exchanged numbers.  

“I’ll call you,” Steve said as he made sure to save her contact information.

“You better,” Y/N smirked.  She pulled him down by his collar again and kissed the side of his mouth, making him growl impatiently.  It only made her laugh as she stepped out of his reach.  “See you around, Steve,” she said his name in her seductive voice that she used on stage.  

Steve sighed heavily and composed himself.  “See you soon, Y/N.” She walked to the back door and knocked in a pattern, then the bass player walked out, giving her and Steve a once over and scoffing before walking towards one of the cars parked along the back alley.  Y/N waved to Steve then followed the band member, who drove off with her.  Steve watched until she was out of sight then laughed to himself.  This is going to be interesting.

This is the "dirtiest" fic I've written so far. I'm not usually a #stucky fan, but I thought I'd give a crack at it. Hope y'all like it!

[goryhorroor]

if the oscars had a horror genre: best actresses

[miderimcytfanart]

When your buddy wants to hang out – and you just want some peace – but all you can find is soup conflict

Happy birthday Techno!

[tatck]

hello!! i come bearing a question!

do you have any particular design for a super sonic in the vagabond style? past that, is there any shot that he shows up in the next or third issue?

He's got no design yet apart from the one doodle.

But there's no way is he showing up soon, I'm not blasting the big guns right out the door.

[illyanarasputinfan]

I’m definitely invested in Disney Plus’s Agatha All Along. I really enjoyed the first two episodes. I’ve never let the negative criticism of others prevent me from watching something that I may actually like. It also seems that Marvel projects headlined by a primarily female cast and crew are subject to unfair scrutiny by certain groups, and honestly, I have enjoyed their super heroine endeavors a lot more than other offerings from the MCU. Agatha is smart, clever, and thought-provoking, so I can understand how other people may take offense to that. I look forward to more episodes of the show, and seeing where the Witches’ Road leads.

Viewers speculate that Aubrey Plaza’s Rio Vidal is either a genderbent Emerald Warlock, or possibly his offspring. My guess is that she’s Gaea, and one of Agatha’s old flames.

Gaea (Marvel Comics)

Teen is either Wiccan/Billy Kaplan, or Agatha’s son, the Darkhold. Being that the Scarlet Witch destroyed all copies of the Darkhold in existence, it’s possible. I’m leaning towards Billy, judging on the telephone call he received from his boyfriend.

Wiccan/Billy Kaplan (Marvel Comics)

The Darkhold (Marvel Comics)

Poor Mrs. Davis. I’m hoping nothing bad happens to her. Watch her be revealed as Mephisto. 😄

Reptilla? Is that you, girl?

I want these ears.

[fyeahsonicthehedgehog]

[ultimatesoupdemon]

reference for how subtitled beings can look

So you guys know my silly little subtitle narrator right

yeah i made whatever the fuck he is into a species... and this is basically a couple of the physical appearances they can have BEINGS FEATURED ABOVE:

The Narrator

The Reciter

The Stage Manager

The Guiding Light

▇▇

[movie-robotnik-positivity]

I would be satisfied if they just acknowledge that Gerald used some kind of alien DNA to create Shadow, but also establish that Shadow is different from Sonic somehow despite how he looks. Just enough to leave the door open for the Black Arms to show up in a future installment if they choose to go down that road.

I don't need Black Doom to show up in the post-credits scene or anything like that (though it'd be awesome), just give us a little hint of their presence.

The first movie didn't really confirm Knuckles would be in the sequel, but it planted the seeds for his introduction. Something like that would be cool.

[juxtaposedpunk]

Flannery ♨️ traditional art

[powertaco]

A Semblance of Solidarity

Everyone knew that when you met, and introduced yourself to your soulmate you 'exchanged' semblances, or rather gained theirs. It was strange, but accepted.

Ruby Rose never wanted a soulmate after seeing what happened to her father. Unfortunately she is her father's daughter, and fate had other plans.

Will she run away, and leave them behind? Or will they get through to her, and help each other find their way?

[onlycosmere]

Argent: It looks like all my questions this time are going to be about parallels between different things. This one between white sand and sand mastery and some aether stuff.

I noticed that are are parallels, the water requirement, there's a bond--the omnibus really stresses that the sand master is forging a bond there--there is the legendary thirteenth aether spore which may be white, may be black, that's a little weird.

What's going on here? Has Autonomy corrupted an aether?

Brandon Sanderson: RAFO! You are theorizing along the correct lines, Argent, well done.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Emerald Hallow Chapter 2

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

**plus size reader 

Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve called her the next day.  Twelve hours was surely enough time.  He also felt like he was going to combust if he didn’t hear her voice again.  He was worried about how badly he wanted her, knowing that this kind of connection was something that wasn’t common.  His self control was hanging on by a thread, and with their date coming up at the end of the week he was trying his best to not think about it too much, or fixate on the way her emerald hair shone on stage, or the black lipstick that slightly stained his beard, the feel of her on his lap…

“Jesus, punk, I need to meet this girl.  If she’s got you all wound up like this,” Bucky laughed watching Steve pace back and forth from his closet, dropping clothes onto his bed, trying to figure out what to wear.  Steve growled at the mention of Bucky, a natural born Alpha, even coming close to Y/N.  Bucky raised his eyebrows at Steve’s challenge.  “Chill, man.  Not trying to come for her, just saying she sounds like quite the Omega if she’s got you of all people acting up.”

Steve’s glare relaxed on his face as he tried to breath through the anxiety in his body.  “I’m sorry, Buck.  I know, I’m trying to just…” he sat down on the small free space on his bed.  “I’ve never felt this before.  I don’t know how to handle it.  I’ve never felt so…out of control before.”  Bucky nodded, his eyes downcast.  “Have you?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“Besides being the Winter Soldier, no, my Alpha has never taken over,” Bucky said, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrowed.  “Maybe gotten the better of me here and there, but never anything like you’re describing.”

Steve sighed heavily as the jittery feeling ebbed and flowed through what felt like his very cells.  His body knew it was going to be around Y/N again in a few hours, and his Alpha hormones were thrumming, making his blood race and heartbeat rate spike periodically.  “I’m afraid that the second I see her, let alone smell her, that I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”

Bucky reached out over the pile of clothes and gripped Steve’s shoulder.  “You won’t.  If I’ve ever seen someone who is the ultimate gentleman, it’s you.  You won’t hurt her.  You won’t take advantage of her.  I know you won’t,” he reassured him, squeezing his shoulder before dropping his hand.  He pulled out a shirt and pants from the pile and held it out to him.  “Wear this.”

Steve grabbed the clothes from him and studied them, finally nodding as he stood to go change.  “Thanks…jerk.”

Bucky scoffed.  “Yeah, whatever.  Just think of Hydra any time you get too excited.”

A few hours later Steve stood waiting outside a themed restaurant that he thought she would like.  After seeing glimpses of the tattoos that were on her arms, and judging based on her hair and style that night at the jazz club, she was a Halloween enthusiast, and this place was a witchy, spooky themed restaurant with fancy cocktails and food.  Halloween was only a few days away, and he wanted to show her that he was paying attention and impress her.

He smelled her before he saw her, her scent whipping his face with the Autumn wind.  It nearly knocked him off balance, his hormones humming and buzzing as he turned towards her.  Y/N was wearing a large, rust orange overcoat with a knee length, pear-colored pinafore dress peeking out from underneath.  Her emerald hair complimented the colors well, now worn in a much more modern wavy curl style.  Her lips were natural this time, and he felt his own lips itch at wanting to grab her face and kiss her.  As she walked he could see her legs were covered with black sheer tights and tattoos that were haphazardly scattered across her thick calves.  She wore chunky Doc Martens and thick socks against the cold.  She gave him a brilliant smile as she approached.  Steve was physically holding himself back, biting his lower lip and his fingers on one hand pinching the other hand to keep his hands to himself.  

“Hey handsome,” Y/N greeted him, her signature smirk making his knees feel weak.

“Hi,” Steve said gruffly, looking her over hungrily.  “You look beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks,” she smiled widely.  “You’re insanely hot, as usual.”

Steve laughed loudly, the humor helping to lessen his anxiety.  “Insanely hot?  Wow, high praise.  I need to work on my compliments.”

“You say a lot with those pretty eyes of yours,” Y/N said cheekily.  Steve’s breath stuttered as she gazed up at him.  “You smell…delectable,” she sighed, giving him a dreamy look.  She reached out and swiped his coat, her fingers sliding over the knitted sweater he was wearing.  “And you look incredible in green, has anyone ever told you that?  It brings out the little bit of green in your eyes.”  Steve blushed deeply at her consistent compliments.  “Or…did you wear green because of me?” she stepped toward him, the heat of her body making her scent roll off her in waves.  “You wanted to match me, didn’t you?”  Steve couldn’t even try to save his pride as he nodded, his eyes fluttering as he swallowed harshly.  “You like my green hair?” she teased him, her long nails scratching through his sweater, making goosebumps erupt across his chest.  

“I like everything about you,” Steve whispered, his hand reaching for her hand on his chest and bringing it up to his face, kissing her open palm reverently.  This made the smirk on her face fall, her eyes widening slightly as she watched him.  “I have to be honest, I’m a very controlled man, but ever since that night I've been struggling to keep my composure with you.  So as much as I love this flirty back and forth, tread carefully, Omega,” he used her classification as a warning, his eyes flashing dangerously.  

Y/N blinked, his words seeming to strike her quiet momentarily.  Then her smirk slowly returned, her eyes looking playful.  “Yes, Alpha,” she said slowly.  Steve’s eyes rolled and his grip on her hand tightened.  She giggled and then turned to the restaurant.  “I’m starving,” she announced and walked away from him, pulling her hand out of his grasp.  Steve blew out a rough puff of air and followed her inside.

They got to know each other better during dinner, Y/N enjoying the cocktails as she explained a lot of the decor inside the restaurant to Steve, who wasn’t well versed in horror movies or Halloween in general.  They were sitting in a booth, and as the night drew on they moved from opposite ends to sitting next to each other.  Steve’s arm was behind her shoulders, his body angled toward her as she told him another story about her time singing at the jazz club.

“Usually it’s nothing but fun, but every once in a while there’s some drunk, self-obsessed Alpha that just can’t seem to understand the word ‘no,’” she said offhandedly, taking another sip of her third cocktail.

Steve squirmed in his seat, unhappy with this piece of information.  “Really?”

Y/N nodded, setting the cocktail down and adjusting her dress that had risen up her thighs.  “Such an ass.  Like let me sing the damn song, dude.”

“Is he there often?” Steve asked, looking down at her thighs, his free hand tightening into a fist.  Y/N nodded as she took a bite of the dessert he ordered.  “Why don’t they ban him?”

She scoffed, her eyes rolling dramatically.  “He’s the manager’s brother.  Doesn’t matter how many complaints there have been, he doesn’t take me seriously.  I’m just the ‘talent,’” she said, her fingers tightening around the fork in her hand. 

Steve bristled, his anger bubbling deep in his belly.  His jaw ticked as he tried to calm himself.  “When do you sing next?”

Y/N gave him a suspicious look.  “Tomorrow night, why?”

“I’d just like to come see you sing again,” Steve said unconvincingly, his arm behind her wrapping around her more firmly.  Her eyes narrowed at him but she merely smiled as she stabbed another piece of the dessert with her fork and then held it up to his lips.  Steve smiled at her offering and opened his mouth, letting her feed him.  Something about that action made the Alpha in him hum with satisfaction as he ate.

“Oh, you got a little…” Y/N pointed towards his mouth.  Steve tried licking his lips, but she shook her head.  “It’s just…here,” she lifted her fingers to his lips, her thumb wiping a piece of chocolate off the side of his mouth.  She pulled her hand away but Steve moved forward quickly and bit her thumb softly, sucking the chocolate off.  Her eyes widened and she sucked in a short gasp.  He watched her as he licked her thumb then released it, their faces much closer together now than before.  He took his chance and leaned forward, his nose nuzzling hers.

Y/N smiled, her eyes fluttering as she breathed him in.  She angled her head as her body shifted to face him, then dragged her lips from his cheek down to his neck.  Steve froze, afraid that if he moved he’d take her on the table right there and then.  She nuzzled his neck gently, then he felt her tongue lick his scent gland.  His hands turned to fists as she sucked softly on his skin, his scent strengthening as she scented him.  People at the tables around them shifted uncomfortably as his pheromones reverberated across the restaurant.

“Y/N,” Steve whimpered.  “Please…”

She pulled away, licking her lips and her hand squeezing his knee.  “Your place or mine, handsome?”

A deep growl rumbled in his chest and he threw a few bills on the table before taking her hand and ripping her out of the booth.  Y/N quickly grabbed her coat and laughed as he pulled her out of the restaurant.  He led her to his car and helped her in before slamming the door and winding over to his side, sliding in and peeling out of the parking spot and towards his apartment.  The whole way he kept a hand on her thigh, squeezing firmly, trying to ground himself.  His hormones were going haywire, making her own scent get stronger.  As her desire grew her scent became spicier, making his eyes and mouth water, his grip on the steering wheel warping the leather.  When they finally reached his apartment he helped her out and pulled her inside.  Once the door was closed behind her he caged her against the it with his arms.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Steve breathed heavily, his eyes hungrily looking her over, watching her chest rise and fall.  “If we do this, I won’t be able to stop myself.  I’m surprised I’ve made it this far.  If you let me have you, I won’t let you go, Omega,” he grunted.  

Y/N sighed, her eyebrows turning upwards as she licked her lips again.  “I want this, Steve.  I want you.  Let me have you,” she reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him into a heated kiss.

The second their lips met Steve lost all control.  He pulled her against him roughly, his kiss too hard, his tongue shoving its way passed her lips and into her mouth to taste her hastily.  His hands blindly pulled at her clothes, unhooking her dress, taking her shirt off while leading her to his bedroom.  Her hands did the same to him, touching him all over his chest and stomach as she pushed his sweater and undershirt up and over his head.  When he finally got her completely bare before him he picked her up and threw her on his bed.  She yelped and then laughed when she hit the bed.

“I don’t think anyone has ever lifted me before,” Y/N smiled, watching him as he took his pants and underwear off, her eyes bugging as she stared at his large cock.

“I’m not like anyone else,” Steve smirked as he crawled up onto the bed.  His hands felt every inch of skin, massaging the plushy flesh on her body, his fingers dipping into every curve and dimple and admiring the array of tattoos that littered her skin.  His lips were not far behind, kissing, licking and sucking as he moved up her legs.  Without warning when he reached her core in between her legs he dove right in, inhaling deeply as his tongue licked between her slit.  Y/N gasped loudly, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her.  Steve couldn’t stop tasting her, her slick slowly oozing from her as he worked her towards her orgasm.  His fingers parted her lower lips and he eased one finger into her, pumping slowly as she keened at the feeling.  He quickly added another finger, the tip of his tongue flicking her clit quickly then slowing down.  He added another finger, and her back arched as her slick made his fingers squelch in and out of her. 

He sucked her clit harshly as his fingers quickened, curling inside of her just right.  Y/N moaned, then it turned into a shriek as her orgasm washed over her.  Steve continued sucking and fucking her with his fingers as she rode out the orgasm, his own deep moan vibrating into her pussy as he smushed his face into her.  Her legs twitched as she calmed down and Steve finally pulled his fingers out, sucking at her slick on his fingers.

“Taste so good, Omega,” he said lowly as he lifted his wet fingers to her mouth.  Y/N obeyed and opened her mouth, licking and sucking at her slick on his fingers.  She gripped his wrist with her hand and continued sucking two of his fingers, her eyes focused on his face as she sucked them like she would his cock.  Steve groaned at the feeling of her tongue on him, and he quickly moved up and pulled his fingers from her mouth, kissing her lewdly.  Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him against her as he nestled his hips between her legs, his cock sliding between her lower lips.  He took his cock in his hand and lined himself up with her pussy.  Y/N’s ankles hooked behind his ass and pulled him towards her, shoving his cock deep inside her in one thrust.  They both moaned against each others’ mouths as he filled her.

“Oh my fucking god,” Y/N whispered against his lips.  “So good, Steve…fuck,” she rolled her hips against him, trying to get him to move.

“My needy Omega,” Steve huffed a laugh, then pulled his hips back and snapped them back into her.  Y/N’s mouth dropped open, her eyes shutting tight as he filled her again.  Steve kissed her all over her face and down to her neck, nosing her scent gland and licking and sucking at it roughly as he thrusted repeatedly into her.  His hands kneaded her breasts, pinching and flicking her nipples until his mouth could replace them and suck and lick at them.  Y/N’s hands were all over him, then ultimately settled on running her fingers through his hair and giving the back of his head a harsh tug.  Steve whimpered at that, his hips trembling.  “Fuck, do that again,” he said as his left arm dug underneath her shoulders and cradled her head in the crook of his elbow, keeping his body close to hers.  Y/N smiled as she scratched his scalp again with both hands, her long nails leaving a tingling sensation as they ran down his head until she gripped his hair and pulled.  Steve whimpered more loudly, his breath fanning her face as he kept himself cheek to cheek with her.  “You’re so good…Y/N…my pretty Omega,” Steve’s free hand slid between their bodies and his thumb started rubbing at her clit as he thrusted faster.  Y/N’s voice rose in pitch, a steady stream of rushed breaths at his thrusts spilling from her lips.

“Knew you were mine from the second I scented you,” Steve groaned, leaning down to lick her gland again.  “Up there singing to me, like a goddamn tease,” he nipped at her neck, making her gasp.  “Prettiest voice I ever heard,” he said.  “Be mine.”

Y/N’s hips twitched, her pussy fluttering around him.  He could feel his knot starting to catch inside her as he became more desperate for her answer.  She tensed at the feeling.  “I’m…I’m my own,” she said, her voice sounding heavy with emotion.  Steve looked at her in alarm, worried he’d said something wrong.  “But I’ll be yours, as long as you’ll be mine,” she said resolutely, her eyes starting to fill with tears.  

Steve nodded fervently.  “I was yours the moment I found you,” he promised.  Y/N blinked rapidly as his knot grew, the tears finally slipping from the sides of her eyes.  “I’ve never wanted anything, anyone, like I want you.  Can I have you…please?” he nipped near her gland again.

Y/N let out a small sob, bringing his head back up and kissing him deeply.  “Yes, Alpha.  I’m yours.”

Steve smiled and kissed her again, his hips thrusting four more times until his knot fully inflated and he came inside her, groaning loudly.  Y/N was right behind him as he flicked her clit, her squeal being muffled by his lips on hers.  He rutted against her as he filled her up, then he broke the kiss and licked down to her neck.  He kissed her gland before opening his mouth wide and biting down on it.  

Y/N’s back arched as he bit her, her hands scratching his back as it triggered another smaller orgasm.  She whimpered and he growled at her pussy squeezing him again.  Their scents combined as he let go of her neck and licked it to sooth the bite.  She was now his mate, and he was hers.  It all went a lot faster than either of them were expecting, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care.  He moved them both to lay on their sides, holding her close to his chest as they waited for his knot to deflate.  

Steve tickled her spine with the tips of his fingers, randomly kissing the top of her head and forehead as his breathing evened out.  Y/N’s arm that was wrapped around his body squeezed him and she kissed the spot above his heart on his chest.  He smiled and looked down at her.  “My Omega,” he whispered, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Since the RWS and early TVS depict coaches as sentient, even the faceless ones, are the coaches, including Emily's coaches, sentient in this universe? If so, what are their names and personalities and what do they think of one another (for example, what do Emily's coaches think of Annie and Clarabelle?)?

Hello 👋

Yes, a majority of the coaches are sentient, non-faceless coaches are more common on the narrow gauges railways like with Skarloey, Rheneas, Sir Handel/Falcon, Andreas (a few being faceless like with the miniature gauge lines there’s still some with faces along with trucks but it’s not as common as other gauges)

As for Emily’s coaches, they are sentient and have their own personalities and names (I’m torn between Elodie, Elliot, and Elwyn or Morgan, Martha and Martin/Marvin for their names) they get along swell with Annie and Clarabel plus the other coaches though two of them, (I’m not sure which names cause I’m still thinking but it was the guy and the girl of the group) had a bit of negative attitude towards the other coaches, thinking of themselves as superior and were quite a terrible influence, I’ve based it off a fanfiction I’ve on DA where it was during Emily’s HiT era persona and it rubs off of them though I’m changing it a lot)

Over all they along quite splendidly like with Dexter the mobile school coach despite him being an oddball (sure it’s the classic case of them thinking he’s strange but have come around to accept it) I’ve even made some coaches oc for certain characters as well (names are still a WiP though pfft-)

Thank you for the ask 🤩😊

[agrebel18]

Honestly, rewatching some episodes REALLY makes me appreciate the friendship between Gus and Willow. For Example, Gus telling Hunter to not hurt her when they first met? Pure protective best friend behavior. When Gus went over to Willow’s house in FATCDP to help her with her new ‘do and they both criticized how Belos really looks like? Pure bestie behavior. Willow trying to stay calm when Amity was infantilizing her, and Gus encourages that her personality right now IS THE REAL VERSION OF HERSELF???? I need a friend like that. And the fact that they were each other’s only friends FOR YEARS and they kinda had something codependent going on but now that they have FLOURISHED and have other friends now, but they HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT EACH OTHER AND STILL GOT EACH OTHER’S BACK AND ARE VERY AFFECTIONATE WITH EACH OTHER AND IT’S NOT ROMANTIC????? Moral of the story: I love them.