#reaper's are probably one of the prettiest for me

[sporelings-au]

Mother’s interactions with HEP:

Mother spore’s first encounter with HEP is when he was awoken by the feeling not one but multiple people setting foot on his island.

Waking up, she expected to do the whole routine of killing and eating the “invaders” only to find multiple woodland fairies from the mainland on shore don in uncomfortable looking yellow suits and weird looking masks. There are a few tents on shore and a weird looking… machine thing(?) with a screen projecting two beady eyes and a mustache. Mother spore then found out the machine seems to be somehow preventing her fungus from reaching the tents and invaders, creating a circle free from decay.

Speaking of them… they’re poking around the mycelia outside the circle with tweezers and careful hands covered in rubber gloves. They put some of the mycelia in tiny glass tubes and feed them to the odd looking machine which seems to whir to life, doing… something. Mother spore doesn’t know what that something is but he doesn’t like it.

They somehow found a way to control the rate of her decay and honestly? Mother spore finds that utterly rude and insulting.

Entering the scene, Mother spore quickly obliterated everything in sight. Hearing the scream of agony as she dug her teeth into skin and tearing meat off bones is her favourite thing ever. Along with the taste of blood of course.

As he was about to land the final blow on the dreadful machine, he hears it letting some sort of sound, no doubt signaling whoever in charge on mainland about his attack. He’ll deal with that later.

Inspecting the carnage he left, he found out two things:

Holy shit, this is the prettiest and cutest dress he’s ever seen

Holy shit, never mind the dress! HEP wants to take over the island!

Wait- what’s HEP? Mother spore thinks the name sounds ridiculous but they seem to pose a threat to her and her home.

He can’t let that slide. So, morphing into a new form to blend in with the woodland fairies better, he put on the cute dress he found and make her journey to mainland to investigate the situation.  

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As she arrived at mainland, Mother spore quickly noticed the amount of changes the place went through. The buildings are more taller and sturdier, there’s a lot more people than he remembered, food sources seems to be more plentiful and his most favourite change… the clothing styles now are absolutely gorgeous.

But unfortunately, gushing over the dresses are not her current priority. She’ll do that some other time. For now though, he needs to find more information about this HEP thing.

Walking through the “Shopping District” while listening in to some of the conversations of the locals and talking with some of them, Mother spore found some interesting information…

Apparently, the mainland is now called Hermitcraft and there’s a newly elected mayor.

… and tragic news about the deaths of the expedition on the mushroom island.

“I knew they shouldn’t have mess with that island! And now we’re all probably on reaper’s list due to affiliation!”

“Mayor Goodtimes really should have taken more precaution.”

Mother spore really can’t help but smirk at that.

But, from what she gathered… it seems that the mayor, “Mayor Goodtimes” wants to conquer her home.

Well, why not make it a challenge to make things more fun?

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Tbh this is just me trying to english better lol

Oh grumbot's not dead btw XP

[deerwith2heads]

my christmas wishlist! ❤︎

i def wont be able to get most of this stuff but i like to dream!!

⋆ Knee-High Converse: I think they have always been super cute!! my mom doesn't like them tho :( I'm getting them in black!

⋆ Yoga Pants By Moonkissed Collective: I have wanted these forever omg!! For ref they say "All Good on My End" on the ass!!

⋆ Sofia Coppola Archive Book: Jaw droppingly gorgeous from the queen herself.

⋆ Chococat 35 mm Film Camera: my favorite sanrio character and I love cameras!!

⋆ Calico Crritters Lakeside Lodge!: I've been getting into calico critters/sylvanian families lately, and this is the cutest home that I've seen that's currently being sold!! I always love cabinesque little playsets and homes in general, and I think it will be especially fitting because the families I want the most rn are the bears and the skunks. :))

⋆ Lucky Notebook: This is rly expensive for a notebook imo but they seem like really nice quality and all the ones I've seen are adorable!! This is a hardcover notebook with blank pages and the cover is a cute little cat!!

⋆ Djungkelskog: I love him and you probably love him too bc imo everyone loves him. The icon.

⋆ Locket: Matching lockets with my boyfriend!! It's silver and has a moon and stars, to represent us :).

⋆ Chococat Plush Tote Bag: I just think it's cute, and again, chococat is my favorite.

⋆ Boa Concert Tickets: For me and my bf to see Boa in orlando :)))

⋆ Clinique Black Honey: ...

⋆ American Beauty Signed Screenplay: My favorite movie!!

⋆ Black Velvet Heels: These are so cute, I'd be getting them with the spide charm on the side!

⋆ Circus Fantasy by Britney Spears: One of my dream perfumes. According to Fragrantica, main accords in order = sweet, floral, fruity, vanilla, powdery. top notes = raspberry, sugar, apricot blossom. middle notes = orchid, peony, water lily. base notes = sweet notes, vanilla, musk, violet, woody notes.

⋆ Tampons: This is a big pack so it would last me a while and still be relatively inexpensive in terms of gifts. This would also be useful because even though I live at home I buy my own tampons, so I ask for this every year :)

⋆ Moon Hoop Earrings: These are the prettiest earrings I think I have ever seen. Absolutely jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

⋆ Swan Ballet Hair Brush: From Flower Knows, I'm also in dire need of a new hairbrush and this one is gorgeous.

⋆ Hair Dryer and DIffuser: I don't have either and I'm trying to start making my hair look better.

⋆ Morning Affirmations Mug: By Moonkissed collective, pretty and funny. Says: I am never stressed out by anything ever - nobody is mad at me - i have beautiful friends and we take beautiful pictures - i love checking my bank balance - i am a fairy and so everything in my life is a fairytale - i have not missed out on anything fun lately - i don't even know what bpd is - the outfits i imagine as look as good when i try them on - i am uncancellable - life is perfect and nothing haunts me.

⋆ Adios and Ciao Ciao Blind Box: Made by Tokidoki, fetures a grim reaper couple, one with a pink hood and the other with a black hood. My bf loves grim reapers so it would remind me of us <3.

⋆ Candy Cane Kiss Candle: Made by Goosecreek so supposedly a really good candle. Peppermint scents are my favorite for the wintertime and the candle itself is pink and cute so I love it. I've also just gotten into candles more lately and the ones I already own are quickly running out.

⋆ Hanamaruobake Hair Cips: From the offical Sanrio online store, this is a sanrio character now being sold for the second time ever and I need more hair cips anyways. I think it is super super cute but my mom said it has jigsaw vibes </3

⋆ Snowflake Shaped Peppermint Patties: My favorite candy, especially during Christmas. Snowflakes are one of my favorite winter motifs too, so it's just cute to me all around!

[orleans-jester]

It wasn’t just Maddy’s sistership that she was risking, this was with Bastien too, the one who had put Pierre on Frank’s radar, the one who had known when he was planning something, the one who had killed him the first time, bashed him into bits. And there was Bastien’s relationship with the Reaper too - everyone and everything was connected, almost like a large family tree. And Piper was tending to it - it was up to her now whether it would be cut down or not.

Of course he was going to be there, though. Other than the crazy couple that own this house, who would ever choose Hell over living up here? Music, and dancing, and so many amazing foods, and being able to actually feel touch without it being torture. Pierre could be described as a LOT of things. Crazy … was lower on the list.

Pierre had a grin on his face as he escorted the prettiest girl in the ball to the dance floor, holding her hand up like he was a gentleman and she was a princess, and then wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close, taking in the smell of her perfume. Cheek to cheek. Dancing and swaying with one another.

And though he was dancing with Piper, giving her attention because oh, she was going to bring him back to life and he was very grateful for that, he still had a wandering eye. He saw Brigitte, and his smile grew a little wider. They might not have ended up on the best terms but she was still so - Brigitte, that he couldn’t help himself. So regal. A Queen. And Valerie - that was new, a quick glance over there.

And of course his boys, the Number boys. He had to shoot a confident wink over there because yes - he was that bitch. Then he let his eyes close and enjoy the dance, enjoy the closeness, enjoy all that was Piper. “I thought of you a lot down there,” He whispered into her ear. “Sometimes it was one of the only things that got me through.”

Not a lie. Not a sweet little nothing. He had thought of her. But only about half of it was good. The other half was self-pity because she had never come to visit him. He had a heart inside of that body. One that was hurting because of all the abandonment.

Fuck, even Chip had come to see him, and other than Bastien, there was probably no one else who hated him more than that guy.

There was a lot going on inside of the castle, and outside of it now, and attentions were torn every which way. But for some, there was peace in their little circles. Thomas and Valerie, of course, their perfect bubble. Black Arts and Nebby. Bastien and his daughter.

But there were a few people looking. Clopin had been searching out Piper so that he could show her off to Kuzco’s father figure. This was basically his goddamn grandchild. And yet - there she was, the arms of - Pierre.

“Ayy caramba,” He said with a heavy sigh, and shook his head. “Here we go again.”

And as much as he wished to go ahead and take his daughter’s arm and pull her away from the stupid boy, he did not, he turned his gaze back towards his husband and the band that TSG was making, the groove that was starting to overpower the room, and tried to enjoy himself. It was just one night - right?

One song, two song, three song - almost four and Pierre showed no signs of trying to stop the dancing, or moving away, until she was the one that had broken it off. Even during the more upbeat, he was keeping up with her, grabbing onto that thigh when it raised and feeling the warmth of real living skin beneath his dead hand.

“See you soon,” He agreed after the dance was complete, standing still for a moment and watching her go, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to lick his bottom lip, hand going through the infamous mane of his. He watched her manoeuvre, before taking a quick glance around - eyes settling for a second on his sister's back - before turning and going towards Seven.

He came up behind Seven and Zero and put his arms around their shoulders, hanging in between them. His shirt was feeling a bit loose, the buttons in the front becoming undone from his little tussle with Piper, which made him feel almost like a damn rockstar. And how couldn’t he feel that way? One of the hottest, most powerful chicks wanted HIM back on earth.

“You’re not going to believe this, gentlemen.”

Yes, Maddy had signed his death warrant. That wasn't lost on Piper either. She was still making this choice and hoping it wouldn't come back and bite her too hard in the butt. If it did she'd deal with the consequences when they came. There was enough devil in her not to care and enough faith in her to believe maybe things could actually work out. She knew damn well she could be risking relationships on this, but she understood things her own way. She had her reasons to make this choice.

She watched him rub his neck where she'd held him so tight. She felt no guilt. Still, when he nuzzled against her cheek there was an affection she couldn't deny she remembered. It wasn't just a memory. It was current feeling. She was taking note of this. She knew she never let go.

His answer? He'd be there.

The moment she heard it she knew it was on. Everything was about to change. This wasn't just about Pierre or even Seven. She was going to be changing time. They were. They were changing lives.

First, a dance. They were at a ball after all.

"Sure. I'd love to."

There was brightness to her face that came over her whole being as she was escorted to the floor. All the darkness from her grief was letting go. He said yes. That was the first step, whatever the outcome. The ideas of plans bearing fruit gave her a radiant glow and filled her with a light she hadn't worn in so long.

Maddy and Pierre were purposely avoiding looking at each other, but for Piper it felt like all eyes were on them when they stepped out to dance. Her papas would probably tell her it was because she was prettiest girl at the party, but she was fairly certain there was more to it. It had more to do with her partner and it had nothing to do with his appearance.

Seven and Zero were still staring, blinking actually, gossiping about how only Pierre can go from being strangled with a death stare like hers, to being kissed, to dancing with a girl like that. They were agreeing with themselves, like yup, only Pierre. Only fucking Pierre. Then they'd bow and start dancing together themselves. The unknown side conversation would also mean they actually saw the whole thing. That's why they were jaw dropped. They weren't seeing kissing the whole time like she claimed. Pierre was never in a time loop. Piper just told him so trying to keep his attention on her face so he wouldn't look out to seek help from others. All Seven and Zero knew was Pierre still had it even after the grave if he could calm the anger of a woman riled like that. They were not close enough to hear the conversation, but from what they saw, it was enough to make him a legend in their eyes.

This was a time people had utilized the floor like Thomas and Valerie or River and Elsa among them. Nutmeg and Willem were attempting to salvage a distracting night. It started off strong and kept going off in weird directions for him inside. Merry Men were all over the place taking their chances, many of which were Chip's wives, and if they couldn't get a girl to say yes, they'd be dancing with each other. Little John let no Merry Man go unpartnered.

Everyone would get a dance. Bastien whirled Frankie around off to the side, but stayed near his wife where the conversation was happening. Even Frankie and Bastien got a Little John hip swivel. Bastien only strayed off a little to the tune of the song to swing back her way again. Not to mention other random ghosts bopping around to the tunes. There was Black Arts and Nebby too casting out this Valerie/Thomas annoyingly happy all the time vibe whenever they were together.

So there was a lot of activity out there despite those who ran out of the castle. Which was also why most people would miss the oddity of a public moment far too busy with themselves to notice quiet body language of strangers-

-before everything went right back to normal.

As Piper and Pierre would start to dance she'd feel like every face that spun near or around them gave them a glance. Maybe not Thomas, he seemed to have tunnel vision all the time anyway. But, between all that and being pretty sure she heard her name drop from Seven and Zero's direction it definitely felt like the world was watching. This feeling wasn't an intimidating one though, not for Piper. She had too much Kuzco and Clopin in her for that.

When she felt the heat of the spotlight imagined or not she felt like she was on a grand stage. She wasn't a showman like her father. She hadn't lived life on stages, but the more she stood on podiums since their takeback she'd been gaining experience. Her groove sang in her heart, "Welcome to my show." She grabbed the side of her skirt to show a little more leg on that split dress as she hiked it against her dance partner and leaned into him harder before pulling back with flair.

Piper would dance with Pierre in a way that eventually blocked out the world. Her stage was his eyes. She'd waited all this time for this chance to see if he'd agree to this, to even get all the stars to align, sands to drop. She knew even if he'd have said no she'd have given her all to this dance because she needed her time with Pierre. He earned the hourglass on her hip. Kuzco had a forget me not tattoo and after all the people her father had lost over time she wasn't going to waste these moments because even now anything could happen. Minds could change. This was their time.

One song would turn into two, three. Time woud tick. She knew she had to get ready. She'd pull back.

"Thank you. I must prepare for you. Talk to Seven. Don't forget. No one from the other side. Just no one. I'll see you soon."

There were lots of dead people around tonight. The last thing she needed was an ambush of ghosts wanting life restored while working delicate magic with some highly elite friends. Emotions ran high when it came to life and death.

[boa-h]

【Shanks】 White Dress and Red Rose

You don’t know how long it has been like this. The world.

You sat on top of the ruins of buildings, crying silently to yourself as you awaited death. Your white dress is covered in dirt and blood, your hair is greasy and tangled. How long has it been since you last showered? You can’t remember.

Days passed slower than you could ever imagine, even the beautiful sun set became a torture.

You heard a rustle coming near you, then a dirty hand holding a red rose came into your view.

How odd, you didn’t know there were roses left.

You looked at the owner of the hand, it was a boy near your age. His hair was as red as the rose and his eyes shined brighter than the stars. He was the prettiest boy you’ve seen.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

You didn’t reply, you lost your voice a long time ago, from all the screaming and crying, and the lack of water.

“Ah, what am I saying, no one is alright at this point.” He sighed, “I couldn’t find anyone here anymore, you’re the only one.”

You nodded to indicate that you’re listening.

“I found this rose, it’s not very fresh anymore, but here, take it.” He placed it in your lap. “I think it can make you feel a bit better.”

You nodded again, and felt the sudden urge to cry. This is probably the first and last time someone will do this for you.

“My name is Shanks, I used to live near the shore.” He sat down beside you, “Everyone’s dead, you’re the first person I found who’s alive.”

The shore… You widen your eyes, that’s probably worth two days of walking, as you live in the city.

“It doesn’t matter now,” He chuckled, “We’re all dying tomorrow morning.”

You smiled and showed him your name that was sown on your dress by your mother.

“Is that your name? It’s pretty.” He grinned, “You’re pretty.”

You looked into his eyes, and you laughed silently.

“Let’s watch the sunrise tomorrow. It’ll be the prettiest.” He said, and you nodded.

Neither of you slept in the night, you listened to all the stories he told you, and they were amusing, you would have to say. It was probably the best night of your life, although you felt sad that you couldn’t talk to him and share your stories as well.

The night passed quicker than you’ve imagined, it was the shortest night ever since you had to survive on your own. The sun started to rise again, being the last dusk on earth. The days of crying and screaming came to an end, and you sat there silently waiting for the grim reapers.

Suddenly something warm touches your hand, you turn your head. It was Shanks, he was holding your hand. He flashed you a big grin, and you smiled back. And that was the last thing you could remember happening.

You woke up again, the only thing you’re seeing is white. You didn’t know where to go, but you didn’t want to go anywhere either. Maybe you were waiting for someone…

“Hello?” Someone called from behind, and you turned around. It was a boy with bright red hair, and he was holding a rose.

“Why are you here?” You asked.

“I think I’m waiting for someone, she wears a white dress. But I can’t remember who exactly.” He replied, “What about you?”

“I think I’m waiting for someone too.” You said, “I think he was supposed to hand me a rose.”

[hellsite-yano]

if this is too much trouble just ignore it but could you give me a quick rundown on what recent retro fps i should be playing/keeping track off. Thanks in advance porks

AMID EVIL - In the same vein of Heretic/Hexen in that it’s fantasy themed and doesn’t have your traditional retro fps arsenal.  Really goes above and beyond with the visuals and is probably the prettiest game on this list. Excellent weapons and locations too. Getting an expansion soon called the Black Labyrinth. My favourite ‘throwback’ shooter atm.

DUSK - Probably the best one to start with because it’s so straightforward. Tons of strafehopping cultistpopping fun though. Really great atmosphere and music and excellent sound design that really sells the impact of the weapons. Just quality levels after quality levels with this one.

Ion Fury - Modern Duke Nukem 3D, uses the same engine too so it’s probably the most “authentic” boomer shooter out atm. Looks super crisp and polished considering the engine’s age. Game is LONG so don’t marathon it. Also getting an expansion soon at the time of writing.

Probably best to play at least one of the above first because these are very competent demonstrations of what the genre is capable of. Then you can get into the niche/early-access titles below:

Project Warlock - Bitesize levels designed like Wolfenstein 3D (in that the levels are grid based with verticality being rare). Really solid and has beautiful pixelart. Is on sale at 66% off at the moment which is a STEAL considering how much content you’re getting.

ULTRAKILL (Early Access) - Retro FPS meets CUHRAYZEE character action. Arenas are VERY fast-paced and split-second decision making is a must if you wanna get those P ranks. Blood is health, ammo is infinite, go nuts.

Prodeus (Early Access) - Modern classic-DOOM basically, right down to the enemy roster. You can tell this was made by people with a love and passion for this genre and it shows in almost every aspect. Was genuinely sad when I finished the early access content.

Viscerafest (Demo) - Solid gunplay but the focus on punching enemies to retrieve health makes this one stand out despite the comparatively simple aesthetic. Additionally, I am also hopelessly in love with the protaganist.

WRATH: Aeon of Ruin (Early Access) - 3DRealms’ new game on the quake engine. Game looks really good but the enemies’ AI and general performance needs work. Looks promising so far but I’ll admit this is the one I’m looking forward to the least.

HROT (Early Access) - Retro FPS set in Czechoslovakia. Nails the atmosphere and tone which is good because apart from that, it’s pretty standard so far. Still good fun though.

Nightmare Reaper (Early Access) - Interesting premise where you go to bed in a hospital every night and have to fight through procedurally generated maps with randomized equipment/weapons. By far the most economic buy out of all the EA titles as there is easily 15-20 hours of quality content here.

[anthonyed]

Hi! If you’re still doing prompts, can you do 49. “Who hurt you?” Or 53. “Who cares about what they think?” + stevebucky?

Anon, I wanted to do both, but I only managed one this time :/ Maybe the second one would be a fluffier Part 2 to this piece in the future. If that happens, I'd rb this with the link (From this list: “Who hurt you?”)

-//-

There’s a boy in his class he’d never seen before. 

Stick-like with dishwater hair and a beak for a nose. He walks around like he’s got the entire world on his bony shoulders; head down, eyes on the floor and he makes sure he’s one with the wall all the time.

Bucky knows it’s not his business, but he knows what a fist to the face tastes like on the tongue, so he makes it his, anyway.

Two weeks into the term, he catches the boy out of the school gate and asks, “Are you new here?”

The boy startles and looks up and - My god! Bucky thinks. 

He’s got the prettiest pair of blue for his eyes and if Bucky had been thirteen, crushing on a boy for the first time, he would have freaked out. 

As it is, he’s 17 and been out for a year now. So he shakes the awe out of his fluttering lashes and puts on his best smile. “Hello, I’m Bucky Barnes,” he says. Hands held out for an offer to shake.

But the boy looks at him then his hand and he looks up again and he mutters, “Keep away from me.”

Bucky has faced rejection a billion times, he’s not a stranger to being shunned because of his sexual preference, but hell. This wasn’t even a come on. He was just introducing himself. And the response he got to that just pisses him off - beautiful boy or not.

“Shit dude, who hurt you,” he scowls. “Here I am offering friendship cause you look like you could use one and - you know what. Fuck you, man. You wanna be alone? Hell if I care.” 

Should have stayed in his lane. Should not have made this boy his business. Should have known he was just like the rest of them jerks.

Except he looks like he’d sucked on a sour candy upon hearing Bucky’s words and he stutters out a soft sorry. “I thought you - you were gonna jump me.”

“Well, I wasn’t, all right,” Bucky sighs, raking his fingers through his hair and it’s kind of awkward. 

But he walks home that day with the boy’s name fresh on his lips and his hand still warm from a shake.

-

Steve Rogers is turning 18 in three months against all odds. Ma seems to tear up more and more leading his birthday and he cannot blame her for that. She’s emotional, and if he wasn’t so hopeless himself, perhaps he’d feel the same.

Living with Cystic Fibrosis sent him to deathbed more than once. He’d greeted the reaper, kissed its hand but every time they thought this was it; he was pulled back to earth once again.

He doesn’t hate life, he just thinks he’s been fated to death since the day he was born.

So he keeps to himself; doesn’t make any connections he cannot afford to sever and kisses Sarah Rogers goodnight before bed like it’s their last goodbye.

But he’s turning 18 in three months and maybe that gives him some hope because he accidentally lets a boy in too deep into his heart.

-

When Bucky first finds out about Steve’s… condition, it’s been three weeks into their friendship, and they’re in a coffee shop sharing a bagel sandwich after their last class for the day.

He’d said something funny and Steve had broken into peals of laughter, grabbing his chest and wheezing from uncontainable joy and for a moment, it was the most beautiful thing Bucky had ever seen. 

And then it was the worst.

He saw Steve collapse right in front of him and ten other people; saw someone call for an ambulance, one of the staff yelled at Bucky about something but he couldn’t hear it. Couldn’t compute anything at all.

He froze where he stood; watching Steve die before him.

The paramedics arrived, someone pointed at him, one of the paramedics asked him if he was a friend; he said, yes.

She asked, “Can you tell me what happened?” 

He stuttered, “No. I - He. He’s my friend. But I don’t know what just happened to him. Is he - Is he going to be okay?”

She’d looked at him, first disappointed then sad. She said, “Your friend’s going to be okay. If you want, you can ride along with us.” 

She probably thought Bucky was a bad friend, but she never said that. She showed him the band around Steve’s wrist - which he’d never seen Steve took off, much less asked what it meant; just assumed it was important and left it at that - and told him what it means.

She flipped Steve’s wallet open, pulled out a card and gave it Bucky. “You’re lucky we know him,” she said. 

“Stevie’s a good boy. But he’s very shy, and he’s always kept to himself so, it’s very nice to know he’s been going around making friends.”

Two hours later, he’s still sitting in the waiting room with his hands clasped in front of him, watching two ants carry a bread crumb across the tile between his feet. 

Someone sits next to him; a nurse under her unzipped hoodie she’s got on and when he looks up, she smiles at him.

“I heard you’re Steve’s friend.”

Bucky’s been so tensed for a long time that he chokes on his spit when he opens his mouth. She waits patiently for his cough to subside. Once he can, Bucky rubs his hands over his pants and says, “Sorry. Yeah. I - I’m his friend.” Then he panics, “They said he’s all right and told me to wait here. Is he - Is everything -,”

“Have you had anything to eat yet?” She interrupts him, “Or drink maybe?”

He looks at her then; really looks at her, and he shakes his head. Something about her is too familiar so when she says, “Come,” he went with her.

She brings him to the canteen and buys him a sandwich and bottled water. “Eat,” she says. “If you’re gonna stick around, then you’ll need the energy.”

And that’s how Bucky met Sarah Rogers.

-

Steve is tired most of the time, but when he isn’t, he’s the brightest ball of sunshine. 

His joy made Bucky bloom like Cherry Blossom in Spring. Every single smile and laughter; if Bucky could collect them all in a cup and drink, he would. But even then, he doesn’t think he’d get enough of it.

He loves him.

First as a friend, then as a boy who’d like to possess Steve; keep him to himself; all that smile and happiness, just for Bucky and only Bucky and he would never let anyone take his Stevie from him.

But then, something happens.

He gets invited to Steve’s little birthday party, and he claps as Steve blows out the candles. Hoots the loudest, laughs with Steve’s mom and then at one point, he’s sitting by her side pulling tissues for her to wipe her tears.

The room down the hallway got its door locked with Steve inside it. 

“Sorry,” Mrs Rogers sniffles. It’s the fifth time she’d said it and Bucky has had enough. 

“Seriously,” he tells her. “Stop worrying about it, Mrs Rogers.”

She laughs while a tear runs down her cheek at the same time. “Oh, God,” she sobs. “You shouldn’t be seeing this - Nobody, should be seeing this.”

Bucky keeps his mouth shut and hands over another ply. 

Later that night, lying in his bed in the dark, Bucky thinks about what had happened. About Mrs Rogers kiss to Steve’s forehead, and her harmless words; “You’re growing into a handsome man, darling. Someday, somewhere, you’re gonna break someone’s heart.”

She wasn’t wrong. Hell, Bucky sat there thinking: he’s already breaking mine, Mrs Roger.

But that wasn’t what Steve thought. Whatever he did, it made him very angry. “Stop putting your hopes in me,” he snapped.

His poor ma, stunned, asked, “What?”

“Your hopes, ma,” Steve hissed. “You know none of that would happen. I won’t make it out of school -,”

And right then was when Bucky saw a mother break her own heart. 

Her hand came in a flash, connecting sharp against Steve’s face; the loud slap echoed and the second she realised what she had done, Sarah Rogers cupped her mouth with that same hand - shaking -, her eyes wide in horror and her heart -

Hours later, Bucky could still hear it shatter into a million pieces. He realises too, they never did cut the cake tonight.

-

The next day, he doesn’t see Steve in school. He calls his phone, and calls Mrs Rogers when he doesn’t pick up. Her line goes dead too. 

She texts later. Saying Steve’s in the hospital again. 

Is he going to be okay? - Bucky writes her.

Ten minutes later, his phone flashes with; I don’t know.

-

He’s not okay. 

They’ve got tubes stuffed down his windpipe, bags of fluids going into his veins and he’s looking bloated in the face.

The doctors keep hushing to Mrs Rogers. They tell her things Bucky doesn't understand; big words, complicated medical stuff and Bucky’s not so smart in the brain. He gets by with B in science at the very best. So he fills the chair by Stevie’s side and holds his hand instead.

When Bucky’s ma was around, she used to take him and his sister to Sunday church. She bought for them a bible each and knitted covers out of wool; one blue, one pink for Bucky and his sister, respectively.

After she passed, Bucky gave up faith and his belief. He’s stopped praying at all.

But right now, with the sound of Stevie’s heart echoing in beeps around them, he holds his hand and whispers what he remembers.

-

“He needs a new set of lungs,” Mrs Rogers says. 

Seeing her in the hospital without her uniform on is very jarring. Bucky stares at her fingers curled around a paper cup holding coffee like they held all the answers. 

They told themselves that the chairs in Steve’s room got too hard for their spine, so they’re  in the canteen for better cushioning. 

Truth is, they couldn’t take the silence in there anymore. So they’re out here drowning their sorrow in the most crowded place in the hospital.

“You know, I’m very glad that he met you.” 

Bucky looks up from her hand and meets her watery smile. She sniffles, “He knew he didn’t have a long time. So he walked alone. Never made any friends. I have the suspicion that he hates saying goodbye.”

Bucky’s throat aches so he swallows it down. Sarah Rogers lays her hand over Bucky’s and squeezes. 

“Thank you,” she tells him. “For choosing my son.”

He knows then that she sees right through him. 

“I love him,” he tells her truthfully; his heart too swollen with Steve to hide no longer. 

She gives him another watery smile and pats his hand two short times, “I know.”

Bucky swallows the lump in his throat and says, “I never told him that.”

-

If; Bucky thinks.

If he could go back in time, he’d like to go back to the first day he met Steve and ask, “Would you go out on a date with me,” instead of offering friendship. 

Or the first time he walked Steve out of the discharge suit so he could catch his frail hand, then his blue eyes and say, “Be my boyfriend Steve Rogers.”

Maybe a week before Steve’s birthday, when they were sitting in the park, with the late summer breeze caressing their skin and Steve had held his lips pressed the entire time.

They’d only known each other for two-and-a-half months then, but Bucky felt like he’d known Steve his entire lifetime. And he could tell that Steve was upset that evening.

He’d gotten off the phone with his mum that afternoon and back then Bucky didn’t know, but now, he could guess it was probably Mrs Rogers mentioning throwing him a birthday party. 

If Bucky could go back to that evening, he wouldn’t just stop at making jokes for Steve to laugh at. He would take his hand in his and press his mouth to Steve’s cheek. He’d like to tell him, “You’re beautiful” and that, “You take my breath away, Stevie.”

He’d like to tell him in detail just how deeply he was in love with Steve. With the sound of birds chirping overhead and water lapping in the lake, he would like to have kissed the sorrow out of Steve’s lips. 

But time travel is a fairy dream, and as it is for Bucky; he’s just another boy who’d missed his chance.

So he takes what he could get; he hoards minutes he could get with Stevie and treasures them dearly. Especially those without Sarah Rogers hovering by.

He tells him what he thinks; the weather, the new pair of shoes his nurse is wearing today, the little boy with a broken nose that reminded him of Steve and a helluva lot of ‘I wish’-es. 

He tells him: “You taught me how to love selflessly.” Tells him: “I would have given anything to have you beside me, but now I just want you to stop hurting.”

[sharpen-jadescythe]

Turkey Day at the Jadescythes, 4

In which Sharpen, even in absentia, acts very much like a buttered-up goofball turkey during the holiday.

Part four: The Jadescythe family reacts!

When Wisthera finished reading Sharpen’s private love letter to Jiroki, his other three sisters were in tears. Jezzca Jadescythe, the very youngest of the family, cried quietly while looking down at her food. When Jezzca realized the letter was finished, she swiped at her eyes and tried to compose herself.

“Don’t you go, too!”

Jezzca snapped up, blinked at their mother who was pointing right at their youngest.

“You’re not fully trained, Jezzca. You’d do more harm than good.”

“Mom, I know that. I already considered all that!”

Then, quiet. Hiyuna and Liziqi* were crumbling before their eyes. Liziqi got up, just as their father nodded that they could be excused.

Momma Feline Jadescythe kept peace at the table again, her silvery-green hair falling over one shoulder as she gestured emphatically for Hiyuna to go and comfort her sister. “Then bring her right back to the table.”

Jezzca frowned, “Mom!”

“Your brother is a soldier. This is a family made to support fighters, just like yourself. Your father and I accepted it when Sharpen went over to Kul Tiras as well. It was a difficult decision, true. And if—”

The first thing Sharpen’s father had said all evening since Wisthera told them the news, “When. It’s ‘when’ Sharpen comes back, from now on in this house.”

Sharpen’s mother nodded her agreement. “Of course. When he returns… I will have to give him a pop on the head for writing this lover of his a farewell note and not his own mother.”

Wisthera glanced at Alessandre, for him to speak up on the subject. “Jiroki Glaivefall is held in high esteem by all who know her. Even the people who fall out with her spend a lot of time wishing they could fall back in—”

Wisthera muttered, “Not helping, Al…”

“Like myself. I work for her, through her mercenary group, The Greyshields. She’s our Shieldmother. A former Sentinel, trained as a Warden too, I believe. She’s a wonderful…” Al paused, wondering if he should mention the rest. “A wonderful person. I feel guilty leaving her to do all the fighting, actually.”

Wisthera arched an eyebrow, “If you want to keep what’s left of your marriage to Opal? Al, you keep your butt on Azeroth.”

Grumbling, “…I know that.”

Sharpen’s father Mr. Faol Jadescythe took his napkin and spread it on his lap. He started to serve his wife some mashed potatoes, then handed the dish over to Jezzca, their only other child still at the table. He hummed in thought, then said, “But, Wizzy, your brother also knows that he is a soldier and some conflicts are great enough that people should forgive us if we’ve got to go. And Al, from what I remember that last time we spoke… was it a few years ago? At Wisthera’s anniversary party?”

Wisthera’s husband Onyx and their son Reaper were there as well, quiet till now. “Yes, that’s right.” Onyx smoothed a hand down one of his long white braids, an old habit, then accepted the bowl of potatoes from Jezzca. Reaper had to help his anxious father finish up, before passing the dish again. Onyx was brother to Al's estranged wife. Onyx might soon have to explain his own absence to that side of the family before long, they all knew it. Things were quiet for a while, as those at the table thought through their own impressions of the Shadowlands, the rumors and nightmare stories leaking back.

Faol solemnly nodded, “Well. Al here is the sort of man made to go and mow enemies down, too. This conflict may call all our able-bodied sons and daughters to battle before too long. This is Azeroth, this is life. That’s how it is.”

Wisthera took her husband’s hand and squeezed it.

Jezzca got pointed at again, not to sign up for any fighting. “Okay! MOM!”

“And you talk to your mother more respectfully. It’s Pilgrim’s Bounty for Elune’s sake.” Mrs. Felina Jadescythe started eating, signaling the rest that it was okay to do so as well. “My son is a soldier, that is true. And we are all very proud that he followed in the footsteps of the High Priestess to do what is right, not just for our people but also for the Alliance. And, for Azeroth.” The sound of their knives and forks tapping along plates filled the festive decorated room. Low candlelight thankfully helped soften some of the more worried expressions. “…And I’ve seen Mistress Glaivefall, I believe. Though she probably wouldn’t realize it or recognize me. At the local farmer’s market. If it's the same woman I saw, Jiroki Glavefall? She has land in Pandaria, then. Not far from here."

Wisthera nudged Alessandre to confirm. He nodded at their mother, that it was true.

Feline tried to smile as she went on, "If I had known that was her, the uh, nice lady our son was spending time with, I would have introduced myself. Of course, I would have. Sheryl Tenderpaw pointed her out to me from across the way, and said that our neighbor was a very accomplished woman, an ex-Sentinel. And she really is lovely, Faol—”

Sharpen’s father grunted, cut into his turkey.

“Faol, she’s tall and athletic, like Jezzca. Green hair…” Mrs. Jadescythe eyed her two daughters returning to the table. Both were older than Sharpen. Hiyuna had her arm around Liziqi and helped her re-take her seat. “I was just saying, Sharpen’s… friend, his lady friend, is very beautiful and hard-working. Someone to be very proud of. He’s done well.” Feline neatly laid a piece of ham on her tongue, chewed, and swallowed before admitting the rest, “With four really sweet children who love green apples if I can recall. Oh, they were the sweetest things at the market! And very well-behaved too. Mistress Glaivefall asked them to wait in line for their treat and that’s just what they did. Very young, about two-years old I’d say. And the other was a toddler, but a little younger, I think. Though I only saw three children out that day. I hear the last girl is grown, an adopted daughter. Which shows Jiroki has a good heart.”

Faol Jadescythe stopped eating. This was overwhelming, even for the sort of man to father Sharpen Jadescythe.

Jezzca blurted out, “Wait. She has four kids?”

Hiyuna, a grown woman herself, stabbed the slice of ham on her plate. “Well, what's wrong with that, Jezzca? Don't judge him. Sharpen doesn’t find nice girlfriends or boyfriends so easily—isn’t he going through enough right now?”

Liziqi had a big drink of wine, “In the hell he’s putting us in, just because he couldn't find his girlfriend? I’d say not enough.” Hiyuna and Liziqi were the ones who mostly helped with the farm. They were a lot tougher and more sensible than Jezzca, with her costly purple hair dye that she kept up at the Stormwind barber’s constantly, and reputation for giving even the Sentinels a run for their money when she was just a new initiate. They didn’t have the advantages of a fast city life like their two younger siblings did, and their undyed, dark green hair, as well as plainer clothes more reflected a simple life. Sharpen was also reportedly dyeing his hair wild colors, and even rumored to be in some kind of extravagant performance troupe.

Wisthera tried to move things on by agreeing with the best of the bad tidings, “Jiroki is -not- his girlfriend, but she is someone Sharpen cares a lot for, and yes, she is a really nice person. Like Al said.”

Sharpen’s mother paused eating, finally putting two and two together. She rolled her eyes briefly, at Sharpen’s empty chair. “Well, knowing Jiroki had four children would have only encouraged your brother. He’s always adopting sweet little creatures. And um, Faol?”

Faol had already put down his knife and fork. His wife’s telltale sweet voice suddenly coming through wasn’t a good thing in his experience.

“You’d like Jiroki’s husband, I hear he’s a very accomplished Demon Hunter. Perhaps, if…” she struggled, “Well, we should be sure of… things, first. But we could perhaps have them over to the house sometime for dinner. What do you think, Wisthera?”

Wisthera, Sharpen’s oldest sister, finally decided she had said enough for the holiday. Done enough, even. She pressed her lips into a thin line, got up and busied herself with placing Sharpen’s folded letter back in its white envelope, and then on the mantlepiece. Her husband Onyxbane joined her too, pretending it was a great big job that needed two people.

Faol Jadescythe simmered for a long while, as his wife went on chatting with Alessandre who was seated on her left. “… Of course, I can see how that might happen. There are all kinds of marriages these days. It’s creative, but I’m sure it’s loving enough. With all these wars, people do what they have to, I’m sure. Another thing--I hate to say it, but you know Sharpen would have never had a shot at a great woman like Jiroki Glaivefall otherwise. I love my son, I do, but he can be very, very silly.”

Faol finally erupted, “MARRIED?!”

-fin-

*Note: Please don’t ask me why I picked the prettiest names I could think of from my YouTube travels for Sharpen’s other two sisters…

[monolithrose]

Big book of whiterose

Chapter: 5 (????)

prompt: Protective/angry Ruby is best Ruby

This takes place in volume 8 where they’re down in mantle fighting the Grimm and Ruby and Weiss run into Cinder again. Also, BLOOD WARNING!! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

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“Stay away from her” Ruby hissed, more venom in her voice than in a death stalkers tail

“Oh, the rose has thorns” Cinder laughed

Ruby stayed quiet, glaring and tightening the grip on her scythe. Cinder was only trying to piss her off even more, and she wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of succeeding. Weiss hid behind Ruby, as much as she wanted to help her partner she was wounded and low on aura, continuing to fight would be a death wish.

Cinder and Ruby stood there, silently challenging the other to make a move. Ruby didn’t want to leave Weiss unguarded, and Cinder knew that. But Cinder didn’t want to leave her current position, if she did there was a high chance she’d get blasted by a beam of silver again. Weiss coughed and put a hand to her mouth, but when she looked at her palm her glove was stained in blood.

“Ruby...” She rasped

“I know” Ruby replied, she lowered her voice significantly “Grab my scroll out of my pocket and call for reinforcements” She whispered, moving the scythe so it hid Weiss’ hand grabbing her scroll

Weiss did as she was told and opened the teams group chat, typing the words ‘send help. sharing coordinates now’ she couldn’t call the two, if she did Yang would probably accidentally blow her cover and she wanted to be as quiet as possible. Weiss was sitting behind Ruby, leaning up against her leg in a position so she was mostly hidden by her cape and Cinder couldn’t see her.

Now all they could do was sit and wait, hoping Yang and Blake would get to them before Cinder made a move. Cinder hid behind a mostly clear glass shield she had built with dust and her semblance that the silver eyes couldn’t break through, if Ruby hit it hard enough it would break, but using such power takes a toll on her, it would leave her and Weiss vulnerable.

Weiss began coughing up more blood and felt like she was about to pass out, she put a hand over the gash in her side and desperately tried to stop the blood that had started gushing from the wound. Things began to get blurry and she could feel blood beginning to dribble from her lips. She felt like she was choking and began gasping for air. Ruby screamed her name and Cinder began taunting the silver eyed girl.

“Weiss! No, no, no!” She screamed, turning angrily to Cinder “You bitch!” She screeched at the girl. Ruby had dropped to her knees and was cradling Weiss in her arms, leaving her open for an attack.

Cinder chuckled “I never took you one for using such strong language”

Ruby looked at Weiss, she was choking on her own blood and gasping for breathe, then looked back to Cinder “Kill me. Kill me and spare her.”

“Oh, but that would be no fun, would it? I want to see you lose whats most precious to you, I want to see you suffer” She growled, they way she talked made it seem like it was a game to her.

Ruby saw red. She removed her cloak and maneuvered it around Weiss to try and stop the bleeding, leaned down to kiss her forehead, and whispered to her partner

“I’m sorry Weiss, I'm sorry I couldn’t protect you” She leaned in close “Blake and Yang will be here soon, I’ll take care of Cinder, wait for them if I...” She looked away to the ground sadly “I don’t make it”

Weiss desperately began trying to speak, begging Ruby to not do what she thought she was gonna do, but all that came out was more gasps and choked whimpers. All Ruby did was smile softly at her, then stand up and grab crescent rose from the ground. She had a death glare on her face, one that meant she was pissed.

Cinder eyed her, skeptically. A silver mist began bleeding off of Ruby’s eyes as she walked towards Cinder, scaring the maiden. She knew what those eyes were capable of. Ruby let out a yell of anger, ran forward, and began slashing at the shield with her scythe. Cinder panicked and ran out from the safety of her shield, avoiding every one of Ruby’s rage filled attacks. When Cinder was out in the open, Ruby activated her silver eyes.

A bright silver light filled the area and Cinder screamed in pain, but just as she was recovering Ruby smacked her across the face with the sniper form of her scythe. Cinder whipped her head towards the girl, fire bleeding out from the corner of her eyes. Ruby pressed the barrel of the gun directly onto her forehead

“If you even dare to move, I will pull the trigger” She warned

“Then you won’t be any better than me” Cinder laughed

“I can live with that”

Cinder looked shocked and angry, but Ruby’s icy glare and the way she held her sniper made her realize the leader wasn’t kidding. Cinder had hurt her partner, the person who meant the most to her, and thats what turned, sweet, lovable Ruby into a cold hearted killer who wasn’t scared to paint the ground with her brains. Less than a second later Blake and Yang came rushing in, looked at Ruby, then at Weiss, and both of them got an angry look on their faces.

“Rubes, lower the gun, we’ve got it from here” Yang said, approaching her sister. Ruby did as she was told and the blonde took her place, aiming the gun on her robotic arm at Cinder.

The first thing Ruby did was run to Weiss, who was being helped by Blake. Luckily, Weiss was breathing, but had passed out from the amount of blood she had lost. Blake was trying to stop the bleeding, but Ruby’s cloak had fortunately stopped a lot of the blood.

Ruby took her partner into her arms, brushing her blood-stained hair out of her face. She hoisted Weiss up into her arms and looked back to Yang, who still had her gun trained on Cinders forehead. With a simple nod of her head, Ruby signaled Blake to help the blonde.

“Should we leave her here or...?” Yang asked as Blake used her ribbon to tie her  hands behind her back

“Of course not, but right now Weiss is the main priority” Ruby looked at her partner “We have to get her to the hospital. now”

“Got it, we’ll take care of Cinder, you take care of Weiss” Blake said

“are you sure?” “Positive”

Ruby nodded in thanks and took off down the hall, running as fast as her legs could carry her. She was scared, of course she was. Weiss, her best friend and partner, could die. She had failed to protect her, she had gotten hurt because of her foolishness. Ruby choked back her tears and began thinking positive like she always did in these situations. No. Weiss wouldn’t die, she’s Weiss Schnee for crying out loud! She’s the strongest, prettiest, and most stubborn human alive. She would fight death with every ounce of strength she had. She’d tell the Grimm reaper to speak to her lawyer if he came to take her.

Ruby smiled at the thought of Weiss telling a skeleton in a dark hood and carrying a scythe to speak to her lawyer, it was definitely something she’d do. Yeah, Weiss would be okay. Of course she would. Ruby burst through the door of the nearest hospital that was luckily still open despite all the chaos Salem had caused. There were lots of people there, but none of them had wounds near as bad as Weiss’. Ruby had some cuts and burns, but it was something you could patch up with a first aid kit.

The nurse at the desks eyes went wide and she ran into the back, yelling for the doctor. Ruby held Weiss close, she had made it and her partner would be okay...

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Have I learned to write angst? No. This was just an edited filler. Maybe I will make part 2 if u guys like it enough.

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

A thousand years of Happiness

Warning: fluff, language, and more fluff, just pure fluff

Summary: Five years later everything is better and everyone is happy. Steve goes over a few memories and congratulates Bucky on doing what he said he was going to do for 70 years straight. They are happy.

70 years of grief

70 years of pain

70 years alone

70 years to happiness

A Thousand Years of Happiness

They went to therapy as they said they would together and apart they talked about their issues. (Y/n) talked about her abandonment and anger issues as well as her resentment towards others and their happiness. Steve talked about his commitment issues, attachment issues, and how he believes everyone wanted him to act a certain way and this way caused him trouble with important people in his life.

 (Y/n) learned she didn’t need to forgive Steve she just needed to understand where he was in those moments and not surround herself by hate any longer. She couldn’t let that control her life any longer. Steve learned that he could not and should not expect (y/n) to forgive him what he did to her was wrong and she was at a very low point in her life when all this occurred. Also, he should not keep everything bottled up he tends to release it in irresponsible and reckless behavior.

Together and apart they were making progress with themselves. A year later they were becoming Happy. 

“Are you ready?” Steve said as he smoothed out his suit for the third time. His emotions were all over the place right now but on the surface, he was okay and good to go he was totally okay and ready for this mission. He looked determined.

“Yeah, let’s do this” (Y/n) said picking up her decorated secret weapon of choice and taking Steve’s arm. As the doors opened music began to play as they walked down the path all eyes were on them as they walked down the path. Bucky was at the end of this path looking like he was very determined but also holding on to his emotions barely. When they reached the end the music stopped. Steve took his place behind Bucky and (y/n) handed decorated secret weapon to Tony who was standing behind her. 

“Welcome friends and family. “ and cue the waterworks. As soon as Thor said those words Both Steve and Bucky burst into tears. Reaching over the bride Tony passed two handkerchiefs to Bucky and Steve. (Y/n) giggled a bit as she helped her groom wipe his tears trying to hold back her own. Sam got Steve to pull himself together enough and they left Thor to continue.

“We have gathered here today under the sight of..well me, and those that are loved and cared for, To witness and celebrate these two beautiful people come together starting a new chapter in life as Husband and Wife.” And more tears. (Y/n) waited until after the kiss to burst into tears

-

“She an assassin. He’s an assassin. She has knives. He has guns. These two are like the deadliest match made in heaven. Seriously I met them both behind glass windows for my safety and I didn’t feel safe. And Now as her best friend and his third greatest rival, second being Sam Wilson and First being Metal detectors, Standing her today I .....still don’t feel safe. He has a Glock on his ankle. She has knives in her bouquet. I’m not kidding.” Everyone laughed and to support his claim she pulled out three knives from her Bouquet. Some people stopped laughing others laughed harder. “Seriously when he dips under that dress he’s going to come back with a garter and 9 millimeter Smith & Wesson. But even as dangerous and unstable both of you are you deserved Happiness and You’ve finally found it. To you and your future super soldier babies, I say cheers.”

Everyone clapped as and took sips of their glass as Tony stepped down bowing dramatically and giving Steve a high five on the way.

“ Hello, Hello. I’m Steve. but you guys probably knew that already. Today my brother and sister got married, that sounds weird. Um... today two people I love and care for deeply have found love in each other and have promised themselves to each other forever. Four times, Bucky told be Four times he was going to marry my sister. The first time-

Bucky and Steve had met a few days prior. Bucky had Saved Steve from a beating and the two had become fast friends. “Come on let's go. I want to show you something” Bucky said as he dragged Steve along. He had stolen Steve from his home in the early morning with the promise of showing him something cool and pretty. Suddenly Bucky ducks down behind a car and pulls Steve with him. as he looks around the corner he waves Steve over. “ Look, see that girl in the blue dress,” he says nodding his head towards two girls one in a pink dress and another in a blue dress that was very familiar to Steve.

“What about her?” he was curious to hear what he had to say about the blue dress girl.

“isn’t she the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. She’s gorgeous. I’m going to marry that girl”

“ That’s my sister”

“Yeah in the first week we met at the age of 8 he confessed to being in love with my little sister. Way To start a relationship. And me being the smart ass-osicate that I am” Steve sends a wink to Clint And Lauren who brought their children “I introduce him and his sentence to her was “ I’m JUcky” he couldn’t pick between James and Bucky. She called him Jucky for two weeks before his mother corrected her. The next time he told me that he was going to marry her was at Prom-

Steve was sitting on the curve in the parking lot holding a towel up to his bleeding nose. He had just got kicked out of his senior Prom for fighting. The guys were talking mess about his sister he told them to stop and knock it off they didn’t and a fight began. The guys who beat him up were still inside dancing the night away while he was bleeding outside. 

“Sorry I ruined your night. I know you were trying to make it special for her.”

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” Bucky said as he rubbed Steve’s back.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get your dance.”

“It doesn’t matter Steve. Because I’m going to marry that girl and after we’ll have a million dances”

As if on cue (y/n) came out screaming at the top of her lunges cursing everybody. 

“Are you sure?”

“he said he was sure. I mean She was screaming at the top of her lunges like a banshie but he looked at her like an angel fallen from heaven. She looked like something that crawled up from hell in a dress” Everyone began to laugh while (y/n) dunked her head embarrassed  Bucky kissed her hairline and brought her back up. “ The third time he said it we were camped out in Germany as soldiers. And he didn’t just tell me he told everyone who would hear. And showed them all a picture of his future wife.”

The soldiers were sharing stories and photos of their families and loved ones. Bucky was eager to tell his story when it was his turn. Steve just rolled his eyes as he watched his friend bounce in his seat.

“Alright Barnes, you’re practically vibrating over there. Tell us about yours.”

“ (Y/n), (y/n) Rogers,” Bucky said as he passed around a picture of her.

“My sister” Steve as he passed around a different picture of her.

“Isn’t she beautiful? she’s at home waiting for us. She’s.. the one who keeps pushing me. If it wasn’t for her I would have kicked the bucket already.”

“What am I a bug?” Steve said throwing up his arm very offended but Bucky ignores him.

“She’s the love of my life. I can’t imagine living life without her and I don’t want to. And When we get back I’m going to marry her.”

“Are you asking me or tell me?”

“So yeah everyone knew who Bucky’s future wife was before she herself knew. Like even the German Prisoners we caught he showed them pictures of her too. I think that was Torture for them listening to him go on and on about her for hours and days. They were annoyed so much they became allies to get away from him.” Now it was Bucky’s turn to be embarrassed and Sam was eating it up as Bucky dipped his head into his wife’s neck hiding. 

“And the last time he said he was going to marry her I was done for nearly 70 years he’s been talking about this girl and how he was going to marry and make his wife yet he hadn’t even asked. I was kind of over it at that time.”

“ Reaper, Reaper, That's what people call me. Why? 'Cause they all die. When I sing, I end their lives. You act as though payback makes you a nobleman. Is that a fact? Well, you're a goddamn philistine! “

(Y/n) was sing and skipping through the compound looking for her target. Even though it was really creepy and scary the singing was doing good as it was making the agents run away from her and towards the others who would rather be knocked out and captured by them then killed brutally by her.

“(y/n), honey, but that song is extremely creepy can you turn off your mic.

“Don’t you dare darling. You sing your heart about baby girl.” Bucky said scoffing at Tony

“Requiem aeternum, reaper has come, sinner.

Thigh-high socks are my absolute territory, Go on and drool, the Otaku can not resist. You think the fire in your eyes makes you a tiger in disguise? Dream on, you goddamn pussy! “ she began to sing louder

“Friday Please mute (Y/n)”

“Reaper, reaper, That's what people call me. -”

“Thank you.”

“For shame on you Tony for shame.”

“Shut up Barnes. You can make her sing when we get back to the compound” Tony teased the others laughed as Steve then turned off his own mic as he did not want to hear them talking about his sister like that. Bucky, who was standing next to him, followed suit turning his off as well.

“I like her singing”

“It is creepy, Bucky.”

“She sings other things as well. She has a very beautiful voice”

“I know. You forget she uses to sing me to sleep when I was sick. Sunshine was my favorite song.” Steve smiled at the memory. 

“Sunshine?” Sam question as he stepped out of a lab and started to walk next to them.

“You are my sunshine. My only sunshine You make me happy-you know that song.”

“I don’t know why but I can’t imagine her sing that song.” As if on cue (y/n) came skipping down the hall she was in her usual gear a black bulletproof dress that stopped at her knees. A small amount of blood was splashed on her face and her shoes left an imprint of blood in her steps. In one hand she had her dagger and the other her danger. She smiled and waved with her dagger as she skipped along still singing.

“Requiem eternal, Bullets right through the sternum, Lullaby to hell bane, Reaper's got your name. 

Margaret is Greek you geek, It means a pearl, I'm a pure girl. Boys cannot crack this oyster shell, So go on, whip around that sword like you're the best, It's such a bore, Another hero? Oh please”

They all waited until her singing faded away before speaking again. It was Bucky who spoke first and his words shocked Sam but made Steve roll his eyes.

“I’m going to marry that girl”

“Are you sure?” Sams asked looking concerned but also amused “ That seems a bit dangerous”.

“I don’t care I’m going to marry her. I’m going to make her my wife.”

“JUST DO IT ALREADY” Steve shouts startling both Bucky and Sam “ You’ve been talking about this for nearly 70 years just do it already. I’m tired of hearing about it but never see it. Don’t get my hopes up pop the fucking question.” Steve walked away mumbling about how slow Bucky was and he probably has to wait another 50 years. Sam and Bucky just looked at each other.

“After that, he came home and finally asked her. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’ve watched you guys love each other for a hundred years. I’ve watched Bucky promise himself to you and only you for a hundred years. The years have not been kind to any of you. You’ve both changed dramatically, you both grew, you lived through time. But the thing that stayed constant with you two was your love for each other. You two have loved each other for a hundred years. And now I asked everyone to raise their glasses for another hundred years of pure love for these two”

“AND THEIR BABIES” Tony shouted everyone laughed Steve smiled

“And their future children.”

Everyone cheered as their glasses clinked and they drank. (Y/n) and Bucky smiles sharing a gentle kiss. He was right the only constant in her life so far was her love for Bucky. And Bucky always had her name at the back of his mind and his love for her on the tip of his tongue even when he couldn’t remember her. In their hundred years, happiness had not been a constant, with the way they were living it was a privilege they were not allowed to have. But now the darkness was fading away and bringing forth the light they were ready for it and they were going to protect it. 

No more hate, No more pain, no more grief, no more abandonment, Just pure happiness and nothing more. This is what she always wanted and she finally got it. 

It wasn’t perfect but it was hers.

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[eldritchsurveys]

784.

Have you ever worn those Drunk Goggles? >> I vaguely remember seeing those as like a gag gift at Spencer’s or something, but I’ve never worn any. I’ve been drunk, though, so I think I’ve got the experience of wearing Drunk Goggles well covered.

Which decade before the 90s had the best makeup trends? >> I don’t know anything about makeup trends before the eighties, now that I think about it.

Can you agree to disagree, or usually get upset over conflicting views? >> I can be upset sometimes, especially if the thing being debated is something I have a particular personal investment in. But I have learned how to be upset by myself, and not make it anyone else’s problem. (Which leads to a lot of unresolved feelings, I’ve also learned, but hey.)

Does it bug you when long socks are constantly falling down? >> I don’t wear long socks, and that’s one reason why.

Rodeos – entertaining, or cruel? >> I don’t know anything about rodeos and therefore do not have an opinion.

Why can’t politicians debate politely? >> Because it’s assumed that the general public will not remain engaged unless there’s some sort of drama. ...Honestly, I can see where they get that impression, but it can also be alienating for those of us who aren’t looking for entertainment from our politicians.

Who is the best female rocker? Why? >> Floor Jansen is one of my favourites. So is Skin, from Skunk Anansie.

Can you even taste a difference between Cheez Its and Cheez Nips? >> I don’t know, I’ve not had both of them.

What about between Pepsi and Coke or Sprite and 7Up? >> Yeah, I’ve tasted differences between both of those and I have preferences.

Do you care what kind of toilet paper you use? >> Yes, I care. I don’t like either extreme (too rough or too soft).

What color of roses do you find the prettiest? >> I’ve never given it any consideration.

Which celebrity has the cutest butt? >> I don’t know. But Sarah Snook, who plays Siobhan Roy on Succession, has a pretty eye-catching booty.

Do you still have any decent arcades nearby? >> Not to my knowledge.

After a holiday, do you go to the store to get candy on sale? >> No, but I might get some for Sparrow.

Did Marilyn Monroe look better before or after cosmetic surgery? >> ---

Bullfighters who get gored kind of had it coming, right? >> I mean, yeah.

If you make surveys, do you care what people rate them? >> I don’t make them, but if I did, that wouldn’t be a concern of mine. The only time I’m tempted to make a survey is because there are questions that it surprises me that no one ever asks, and that I’d love to answer myself. So I’d be making it for my benefit, primarily, and if anyone else enjoys it then that’s just icing on an already-good cake.

Have you ever accidentally found porn when looking for something else? >> Yeah, but it doesn’t happen much nowadays.

Ever run into those ‘celebrity lookalike porn’ blogs? >> Long time ago, yeah. You know, before tumblr changed its policy.

If you’re not religious, is the Bible basically just an old collection of short stories? >> My understanding of the Bible is that it’s a collection of laws and writings -- stories, poetry, letters, op-ed pieces (lol). The New Testament in particular seems to be just a bunch of letters appended to four different accounts of one dude’s birth and early life and concluded with a really dramatic callout post for the Roman Empire. I am very fond of this giant mishmosh of opinions and dramatically-recounted stories, tbh, it’s really interesting from both a historical and mythological perspective.

Do you think religious leaders just like to manipulate people? >> Of course.

Why do so many fans with OTP’s insist that their ship is real? Even when the writers (or real people that they ship) tell them it isn’t? >> I don’t know. I’ve never really delved into why that’s so important to a lot of fans, although it does intrigue me. I think it might have something to do with the varieties of ways in which people interact with and understand stories, but I’m not able to articulate exactly what I mean right now, I don’t have the words all organised in my brain and ready to go.

Do you draw fanart of anything? >> No, I don’t draw. I write fan fiction.

Do annoying city kids ever loiter outside your library and harass people? >> I’ve never witnessed any harassment outside of a library around here. That seems more likely to have happened in NYC, though.

Do you like to hang out at your local library? >> Occasionally. I used to basically live at the library when I was in the City, because I was homeless. I think I don’t go to the library as often anymore because of that -- it’s registered in my mind as “the place you go and sit in all day because you can’t go anywhere else” and it disorients me if I do it now.

On that subject, do you like the smell of books? >> Some books.

What’s on your Reading List, so-to-speak, right now? >> I’m between books right now. I’m still debating whether I want to try to finish The Denial of Death or whether I want to give it up for now, and the fact that I’ve been debating that for like a week most likely means that I should give it up. I can always pick it up again at a later date.

Read any great non-fiction books lately? >> Sure.

What do you like on your burger? >> Lettuce, onion, bacon, mustard or bbq sauce, some kind of cheese (preferably pepper jack). Jalapeño peppers can be good too.

What do you NOT like on your burger? >> Mayo, sometimes tomato (I go back and forth, it just depends on the day).

Do you like ‘loose meat’ sandwiches? >> I’m not sure what that is, but the name isn’t too enticing, let me tell you.

Have you ever heard of the restaurant Maid Rite? >> No.

What is the best thing to put in a grilled cheese (other than cheese)? >> I don’t even remember what things I like in a grilled cheese, I haven’t had one in ages. Oh! HopCat sells one that has honey and apple in it and that’s pretty good. I do like “weird” grilled cheeses.

Homemade tomato soup, or just out of a can? >> Not out of a can, that’s for sure. There are some premade ones that I do like, but they’re never canned (usually they’ll come in cartons).

Favorite thing to see in museums? >> I like sci-tech museums, so, that stuff.

Have you ever seen an unwrapped mummy in person? >> No.

What things have people shamed you for? >> The kind of music I like, the kind of people I think are pretty, the way I look, the way I behave/my idiosyncrasies, my emotional responses, my needs... I mean, basically almost anything you can think of.

Do you always reply to private messages? (On any website) >> I usually do.

What device do you seem to always be buying batteries for? >> I don’t think anything I currently use takes disposable batteries.

What’s worse – snow, or all the mud after it melts? >> Definitely the latter.

Are there any 'adult stores’ in your area? >> Probably. Not in this city proper, but like... around. Somewhere.

Have you been inside of them/shopped there before? >> I’ve been to a lot of them in NYC.

Do you watch The Masked Singer? Any theories? >> No.

Favorite Alfred Hitchcock film? >> I don’t have one.

Do you like Funko Pop figurines? >> Meh. The novelty wears off pretty quickly.

If so, do you have any? Which ones would you like to have? >> Yeah, having a few is how I know the novelty wears off pretty quickly, hah. I have two Marvel!Heimdalls (from two different movies), a Roland and a Walter from the Dark Tower movie, Jesse and Cassidy from the Preacher TV show, Lucio and Reaper from Overwatch, and Vivec from The Elder Scrolls. I actually had to go looking in the living room because I’d forgotten I had that many. That’s another few items for the donation / giveaway bin...

Which ones do you think they should make (but haven’t yet)? >> At this point, I think they should stop, lmao. There are so fucking many.

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

so, I saw many people who think that the ending in Billie's book is suicide? But I kinda felt like, there was no ending. The only other option is for Dean to not die, to keep Michael locked up forever. What do you think is the ending?

Eh, the billion dollar question. Which, thanks for sending because I’ve just been so overwhelmed with feels that I have simply given up on making something coherent out of it.

Let me make a little detour first and say how the show is making explicit some things that we were saying but have been made textual now - cosmic consequences doesn’t mean something neat and clearly visible as the direct consequence of a particular action. It’s a ripple effect, a butterfly effect. Playing with the castle of cards that the universe is... you end up rewriting fate. That’s what Billie keeps saying. To the people who accuse the show of belittling Billie because she warns the Winchesters that Terrible Things(TM) are coming if they do certain things, but then they do the things and Terrible Things(TM) don’t happen - this is the answer. There are no “obvious” Terrible Things(TM) coming, it’s the fabric of fate being changed in ways that Billie can see, but that the other characters - and us - can’t unless Billie tells them (and us).

In an episode where Michael discusses about God being a writer, of course (in a classic Dabb era move, I mean) eventually we come to see where the story is really being written. Just like Anubis said that God doesn’t decide whether a person goes to hell or heaven, but the person themselves decides with their actions -- so the story of the world is not being written by God. There was a script, but it was revealed that following it was a choice (that Team Free Will rejected). There are, obviously, guidelines. But it’s fundamentally choices made by people that write the story. Billie had already shown us that there are many, many possible ways a person’s story can go, and now we learn explicitly that a person’s entire array of fate possibilities can be even rewritten, if that person messes up with the order of the cosmos enough.

Michael, the dark Dean double, says that God can be killed, and that he’ll destroy his “draft worlds” because he can. This is basically the dark equivalent of what Dean does - Dean, who metaphorically destroys God’s scripts, who metaphorically “kill gods”. Dean “Free Will” Winchester can destroy the stories who have been written so far, he can kill God, he can shape his own destiny and the destiny of the cosmos. Of course, right now things are probably going to take a difficult turn because this is Supernatural, but the point is that Dean does what Michael claims for himself - he “destroys worlds-stories” and “kills God” in this sense.

Now, I don’t know what the book Billie shows Dean says, and I’m not particularly interested in making speculations about it because we just don’t know, but what really interests me is Billie’s behavior in this episode.

She breaks the rules. She intervenes, she sends Sam, Cas, Jack and the Michael+Dean package to the bunker so Cas and Sam can enter Dean’s mind, return Dean to the control room of his body, and stuff Michael away for the time being. 

Sam said that one of your reapers really came through with the assist. I’m thinking that was probably you.Don’t tell anyone.You broke the rules.I took a calculated risk.

She is interested in the world not being destroyed, and she is making an investment in Dean in the perspective of Dean possibly choosing that one path that doesn’t end with Michael destroying the world. Of course, she is not going to force Dean to choose, she is not going to arrange things in a way that Dean cannot but go in that direction. She is leaving him the fundamental choice. That’s up to you. But breaking the hands-off rule, letting Dean read out of a book from her office - that’s a big move. I’m supposing that Death revealing about the books back about Sam and Rowena wasn’t exactly orthodox already, but now she has handed a book to Dean, which I’m sure is just as unorthodox and the various other adventures Dean has had with Death.

*sound of the millions of Death Dean/Reaper Dean meta-spec written along the course of the show crying of emotion in the distance*

(Consider also Michael basically saying he plans to kill God - the original Death said he was going to reap God, and Michael is a mirror for Dean in this narrative; and now Billie basically puts Dean in a narrative position where he’s framed as Death, because reading those books, holding those books, is what Death does: Dean is consistently shown across the show as on equal footing with reapers and Death, and literally (s6) or metaphorically in their shoes.)

Billie is taking a big “calculated risk” in putting this much... responsibility? trust? in Dean, and I might add that she’s acknowledging Dean not really as an equal - obviously they’re not the same thing - but on an equal footing of sorts when it comes to this situation.

But no, I really don’t know what the book might say.

What are the alternatives to Michael running loose? Either keeping him locked up forever (a), or destroying him (b).

The former is... impossible, or just not really worth investing on. Even if Dean arranged some kind of send-me-to-outer-space-to-be-a-lock-forever situation - oh, wait, that has never worked. The Cage God built is not a very solid solution - Lucifer got out twice, Michael is still there but another Michael showed up, so, really, the purpose of it is basically bypassed. Basically, you lock one Michael up, another one takes his place on the cosmic chessboard, you know? I feel confident in saying locking up Michael doesn’t work.

In fact, locking up your problems doesn’t work. It’s not a coincidence that in this episode Michael mentions God: locking up things is God’s specialty. And it doesn’t work. The Cage is like Swiss cheese. Amara, the ultimate problem he locked up to get rid of, also escaped and almost killed God if it weren’t for Dean’s intervention. In this episode, there are several attempts to lock things up that don’t work in a way or another: in the hotel, they need to be teleported away because the door wasn’t going to hold; the shapeshifter pretending to be a hunter doesn’t lock the bunker... rule of three, the third locking up, Michael’s, succeeds for the time being, but we can’t expect it to last forever.

Unless Dean manages to find a way to mute Michael, to lock him up to well he doesn’t make any noise, literally and figuratively. But... well, no. For the simple extradiegetic reason that we can’t have Dean get to the end the show with Michael just locked inside and that’s it. In-story, it just doesn’t seem like a sustainable solution. And knowing that Dean has a neutralized archangel inside of him in a fridge? Not exactly the prettiest scenario.

Also, it’s probably early to really make statements about this, but all of this Michael, Michael vs God, Dean vs Michael situation is all a mirror for Dean’s dynamic with John, and we know something huge regarding Dean and John is coming, so... whatever the solution to the Michael problem is going to be, it’s going to be a mirror to whatever the resolution of Dean’s John-related trauma is going to be like. Stuffing the problem inside of you forever is not a solution to trauma, and it can’t be a solution to Michael.

And now we get to (b). And we have two possibilities: Dean manages to find a way to destroy Michael that allows him to live, or Dean destroys himself and Michael. But what does it mean to destroy an angel...? Well, we know what happens to dead angels. Is whatever the book says related to the Empty and the Shadow that rules it? That’s a possibility, and also a way the Michael/Dean storyline could merge with the Empty/Cas storyline, but I’m putting the carriage before the horses.

I really don’t like using the CW promo for the next episode to speculate on, because CW promos are notoriously not a reliable tool for speculation, and the Onwards trailer doesn’t seem to give anything away in this regard, so I’m not going to speculate on what Dean “acting strange” might be specifically an indicator of. (He’s planning to die soon? He’s attempting some kind of strategy like when he was trying to control the Mark of Cain? We just don’t know yet.)

This post has gotten long enough, so I’m ending it on with a note on Jensen’s acting. First of all: give this man all the prizes. He’s superb in every episode, but this episode allowed him to showcase his talents beautifully, both as Michael and as Dean.

In the final scene, Jensen initially plays Dean as half-heartedly trying to put on a façade of confidence in front of Billie - I think he’s purposely played it as Dean not really trying, because he does know there’s no point to it (I think he’s doing it more for himself than for Billie, if you get what I mean). The subtle horror when Billie says that ‘all the books’ end with Michael getting control, the wariness when she mentions an exception, the frown when he basically asks her silently if he can/should open it, the shock/surprise -- I think then Dean’s expression reveals a sort of mixture of disorientation and understanding at the same time. He understands what what is written means - Billie doesn’t feel the need to explain more, after all - and that understanding leaves him lost and vulnerable. That’s eventually what Jensen plays - that almost childlike quality what Jensen gives Dean when he’s unguarded in his helplessness. It’s the way Jensen played Dean overwhelmed by the horror of losing his own sense of identity when he lost his memory under the witch’s spell...

Interestingly, he gives a quick glance to the book and he looks up at Billie wide-eyed and slack-mouthed, asking what he’s supposed to do with that knowledge - a sign that he’s understood the gist of what’s in the book - then he reads more and he seems to find some additional detail that further gets him shaken.

But then again, we just don’t know what’s in that book, so we just have to wait and see.

In the meanwhile I’m expecting the fandom to provide crack suggestions :3

[anistarrose]

taz balance for the ask meme?

(Send me a show or movie and I’ll tell you…)

favorite male character: Barry for sure! The intro of Reunion Tour almost immediately made him my favorite character in the podcast, and since then he’s quickly becoming one of my favorites from any series. (Second place is a tie between all of Tres Horny Bois.)

favorite female character: Lup is both a huge badass and a lovestruck nerd, and I love her so much. I (vaguely) knew of her existence before I got into TAZ, but I could not have possibly predicted how amazing she would be.

least favorite character: I can’t think of anyone I really hate, except in the “love to hate” sense, which would apply to basically all villains... oh wait, actually, I hold nothing but fury for Sazed.

prettiest character: The fandom draws both Lup and Lucretia in some really fashionable outfits!

funniest character: Taako whenever he interacts with either Leon or Garfield.

favorite season: Again taking this to mean my favorite arc, which in this case would probably be The Stolen Century! I love the seven birds interactions, the Parley scenes, the Voidfish lore and the Blupjeans content all so much.

favorite episode: Episode 57, the end of The Suffering Game. “Sturdy, denim, and blue” makes me absolutely lose it every time. Honorable mention to Episode 56, thanks to Arms Outstretched.

favorite romantic ship: Blupjeans!!! It may just be my all-time OTP for any series (I admittedly don’t ship a lot of stuff, but I really love these two and I’m so glad they got to be together and hug again in corporeal forms).

favorite family ship: The whole Starblaster crew, baby! If I had to pick just two characters, the twins’ relationship of course gives me tons of feels.

favorite friend ship: Most of my favorite friendships in this show are also kind of found families, but for the sake of giving a different answer from the last topic, I imagine Kravitz becomes pretty good friends with Lup and Barry, and I feel like they’d get into a lot of shenanigans together during reaper quests.

worst ship: I can’t think of any popular ones I really dislike, though in the case of most non-canon ships I pretty much always prefer to interpret said relationships platonically.

[yoey-writes]

PROLOGUE

This was written a while ago.

A WARNING

This is going to hurt.

Not just me. This story will hurt all those who even so much as brush the spine of it – that includes you. Or, at least, it should hurt. It’s supposed to, after all.  

Something I’ve learnt about humans in my time here, is that you rarely make effort towards anything unless Hurt is involved. Unless you’re forced to diverge from ‘the path of least resistance’, as your scientists so eloquently put it. You may think you’re driven by a positive force. Love trumps Hate, right? Well, I’m here to prove you wrong.  

Every time you’ve seemingly acted from the Good in your heart, your body is simply reacting to the Hurt it knows you’ll feel when your happiness is taken away. You’ll be nice to someone, not because you’re a good person, but because you don’t want to feel the pain of them being mean back to you.  

I know what you’re thinking, and this isn’t just me being a cynic. I never was. Not even when I was alive on your Earth. At least, not mostly. But I can still tell you with absolute certainty, that Hurt fuels your world, makes your trees grow, carries you to work in the morning, and home in the evening. You may still not believe me, but I will convince you. Can you tell me, in all honesty, that it’s Happiness that makes you do what you do? Or is it the wish to no longer Hurt?

Right now, you’re probably thinking over every important decision in your life and wondering if it really was for a positive reason. Even you philanthropists out there. Giving to charity makes people feel good. You do it because it makes you feel good, to make yourself hurt less, or you do it to make others hurt less. Either way, even your most charitable men; or should I say, especially your most charitable men, are fuelled by Hurt. It is how it is.

PART 1

Never in my not-life.

WHO AM I?

Who are you?

Now, I won’t tell you exactly how long ago I wrote that first chapter, however, I will now tell you what this book is really about. It’s about a girl. It’s that simple. You want to know what she did?

She changed my mind.  

Hundreds of years I believed the world was fuelled by Hurt and Hatred, but I’m writing this novel now to assure you it’s not, and to tell you exactly how this revelation of mine came about.  

There is a reason for my telling this now, and not, say, fifty years ago, or fifty hence. That reason is your world. I admit, it’s always been somewhat like this. Someone is always in charge, and that someone always hates certain groups of people, and then a bunch of other people start to hate that certain group of people. Then you fight for a while. Then things go back to normal, with another someone in charge, who hates another group of people.

That’s how it is.

It’s how it was for me.  

Oh. Me.

You don’t know who I am. Do you?

Except for the simple fact that you do.

Everyone does. Well, anyone old enough to comprehend me.

Some of you even claim to have seen me. And I hesitate to say some of you have. Some of you have looked me straight in the eyes and begged me; mostly to stay, sometimes to leave. Sometimes to take you with me.

I don’t think you have a name for me, but I’m the closest thing you have to Death, or the Grim Reaper. Such a colourful language is yours. This all sounds very dramatic, I know, but true nonetheless.

And noteworthy, might I add. For, now, you may start to see the true weight of what that girl did to me in changing my mind.  

A SIMPLE FACT

Jocelyn didn’t have a surname.

And she didn’t want one. Not many people like their names exactly how they are, but Jocelyn was quite content with hers. She didn’t like the finality that came with having a surname, because she couldn’t change it as and when she pleased. As it stood, she could ask someone to call her Joyce or Jo or Lynn, and claim it to be her nickname, and she liked it that way, assuming different identities for each name.

As Joyce, she was a schoolgirl from the South who would buckle up her Mary Janes and braid her hair into pigtails before leaving her family’s three-bedroom house, and heading to catch the school bus, which arrived promptly at eight in the morning every morning and deposited her in the same place at four in the afternoon every afternoon. She’d never miss a day of school and she’d always be top of her class and have the prettiest stationary, and the neatest class notes.

As Jo, she was an athlete. She would have her hair tucked up to the nape of her neck so it could be short and wouldn’t get in her way as she ran laps of the track and practised her long jump. Her sweat-soaked shorts and t-shirt would stick to her body as she ran through the crowds after winning the finals of the sprint.

As Lynn, she was a businesswoman, with her hair up in a sleek bun at the back of her head, and a pencil skirt, like she’d seen some women wearing. A blazer, too. She’d walk around all prim and proper in her best attire, on her way to her boss’s office for a meeting, where she’d hope for a promotion.

She didn’t like to be Jocelyn.

Jocelyn was the little girl whose parents never came home from the supermarket. She didn’t know if they’d ever made it to the supermarket. I’ll tell you now that they had. I picked them up on their way home.

As humans are expected to do, especially the young ones, she didn’t react well to the news that her only remaining family wouldn’t be coming home. And she ran. And as of yet, no one had found her. Again, I’ll tell you now, no one ever would, or at least, not anyone who was actually looking for her.

[stealingpotatoes]

Overwatch?

send me a fandom and I’ll tell you

the first character i ever fell in love with: Genji 

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Lore wise, no-one. Main wise, it’s Widow.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Sym/bra (only bc I ship Symmarah & Spiderbyte now)

my ultimate favorite character™: Sombra or Genji (I’m very indecisive) 

prettiest character: D.Va

my most hated character: Sanjay probably?

my OTP: Gency

my NOTP: any of the incest ships tbh

favorite episode short: Dragons

saddest death: my own when I play Mercy and die bc my team doesn’t protect me /: 

favorite season event: that’s the same as a season yeah? Deffo Archives

least favorite season event: I don’t really have one

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: uhh Hanzo? I don’t hate him I just don’t think he’s… the best…

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Reaper or S76

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: I’m gonna say Zen bc he deserves LORE

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: still don’t ship ships I hate lol

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: mchanzo & r76

Thanks for the ask!! (:

[merlinthoughts]

Season 1 Episode 5 - Lancelot<3

- YES BBG’s IT'S MY BOY LANCE

- he’s one of my fav characters u guys don't even KNOW

- like yah okay, i've only seen hiM FOR ONE EPISODE

- but he’s the light of my life

- and he may not even come back but he looks like a character that would come back especially if the fucking ep is named after him

-  oh damn, i sure hope he does

- and goes into arthurs posse of knights or whatever, replacing val

- or what valerie was gonna be

- idek, lets get to it bc i could go on for days just picturing lance as a main character while continuously expressing my love for him

- BUT NOTHING ELSE OBVIOUSLY BC THIS IS NOW A CATHOLIC WEBSITE

- tumblrs trynna urge me to go with them nasty thoughts

- you wish tumblr

- you WISH you can ban me

- u can't live without sucking dick >:(

- wow slow down shev... wow okay sorry. christianism. i forgot

- it got the best of me

- back to the episode!

- omg it's buckbeak why he making a cameo in merlin??

- my inner potterhead(uwu) is coming out i hate this

- bet you can't guess which house i'm in ;)

- it's fucking slytherin, it's literally so obvious

- hissshiss motherfuckers

- ew guys

- this is so hard to type considering my fucking ‘-’ button (called a dash for u furries who only see a face) is broken and i have to literally smash it to make it work, so i'm just insanely typing up the next dash by screaming at my keyboard that i can't fucking fix

- and i have so many dasHES TO DO!

- that made no sense bc yall aren't living in my socks at the moment

- BUT I'M DYING IT'S SO HARD TO JUST GET IT TO PRESS

- fuck it copy paste, my best friend, you always come when the time is needed

- LANCELOT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL

- lowkey looked like that guy from the 100 though

- but better

- nothing against baloney of course

- lancelot literally just introduced himself, the camera panned in onto his chest, then he proceeded to faint or some shit with the camera still zoomed on his chest, and merlin reached up to grab his shirt, probably to yank it the fuck off and the opening credits rolled up. wtf was that scene.

- WAIT I REWINDED IT

- it's not supposed to be a zoom in of his chest lmao, my hoe ass thought we had a little fanservice for a second, but there's a big mushroom-looking blood stain on his shirt which i guess is supposed to mean he's fucking dead so it's not all that confusing anymore

- when was he stabbed tho?

- whatever. shit always goes down in BBC that's often unexplainable.

- “it had claws, wings…” arthur stops his sentence melodramatically while uther looks terrified. “and.. what?” WHAT UTHER?? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?? YOU THINK ARTHURS  GONNA BE LIKE “FANGS, STEVE BUSCEMI'S EYEBALLS, DANNY DEVITO’S HAIRLINE, TALKS LIKE JOHN MULANEY?? I JUST TOLD YOU WHAT I SAW, NOT WHAT I IMAGINED. FATHER”

- but no… livestock apparently

- that’s what uthers shocked by

- not that theres a fucking griffin living in his world

- wait theres magic, means theres magic creatures doy

- but still, even if we all had magic here, i think it would be a little shocking seeing a griffin come for buckingham palace randomly

- or i guess if youre reading this and are in america, in the white house

- oh and it took only people apparently

- i guess that’s a little more severe but i stand uncorrected

- they be having a wild time in the hippogriff’s house ;)

- honestly sounds like a fucked up hogawart house

- here we have slytherin, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and... *looks at smudged writing on hand* hippogriff

- okay, who tf has a dream of coming to camelot when it's the most feared place, with banned magic and an asshole king with his hot bitchy son and a sorcerer who just brings chaos to the land

- well i mean, me 

- bc of the hot bitchy son but whatever

- camelot? more like cameNOT

- arthur calls himself the ultimate killing machine like the edge lord he is

- ARTHUR FUCKING KO’D THE BITCH

- knee to the nose and all wtf man

- this is probably foreshadowing smth with the “only noble blood can swoosh like a knight” thing, like somethings gonna happen and poor people are gonna revolt and uthers gonna be like “GEEZ fine, okay, no nobles can become a knight”

- merlins such a shit stirer, telling lance he can be a knight and telling him arthur would love him when we really know whats gonna happen bc of that rule

- and here’s gaius like uhh u liar wtf, crushing lance’s dreams while merlins just like wtf gaius, live in the moment, we can do anything, this is OUR show

- literally their such good friends and have known each other for a solid 10 minutes only

- i'm not that big into beards but id love to rub my face on lance’s

- HOMEWORK IS MERLIN’S EXCUSE, MERLIN UR LIKE 20 IN A WORLD PROB WITHOUT HOMEWORK

- haha little fault there, or like a minor inconvenience which isn’t important but i like to pretend to be smart: middle ages or well the show’s era was more in “AD” (476-ish is the start of middle ages, while the arthurian legend is supposed to happen in the 5/6th century so yeah, technically 400/500 AD), and homework supposedly only started up in 1095 so BOOM BBC GOTCHA

- no, merlin’s not gonna perform magic right in front of the librarian

- does he not know the wrath of librarians???

- our librarian at school literally kicked everyone out of the library once for the whole semester because there was an apple core on the bookshelf. this was during exam week. do u know how much i wanted to kill the person who didn't admit to their mistakes and let everyone suffer. WE COULDN'T ENTER TO EVEN STUDY

- OH GOD, HE'S DOING IT MERLIN IS A FUCKING MESS

- gwen and lancelot are my favourite thing, i literally want them to be together by the next episode

- or the next one with lance

- WAIT LANCELOT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN CHARACTER ISN'T HE BC I KNOW VAGUELY THE ARTHURIAN LEGEND AND LANCELOT WAS A KNIGHT WASN'T HE???? HE WAS A FUCKING KNIGHT AND ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT NEXT TO LIKE IDK BEDEVERE OR SMTH THIS IS AMAZING NEWS GUYS I LITERALLY COULD BE A DETECTIVE

- !!!! the only heto ship on this show i actually adore !!!!!!

- i mean i only love two things: merthur and glance

- idek what gwen and lance’s ship name is so its now glance

- merlin would be the best wingman for them by being gwens bestie

- “you can start by cleaning out the stables” *lance looks to merlin while merlin gives him the biggest smile and thumbs up* this fuckING DORK

- harry potter au where everything is the same but that grim reaper looking human creature in the prisoner of azkaban executing buckbeak is actually lancelot in the future 

- for symbolism purpose, not saying lance is like an animal killer but yknow

- same thing with the griffin yknow

- the two prettiest dudes in my world fighting against one another while sweat is glistening down their forheads is my new favourite aesthetic

- BUCKBEAK HAS COME

- oh wait no, people having been attacked by buckbeak have come

- netflix fucked up by subbing arthur as “orther” and i never laughed so hard

- don’t make me fucking laugh when there’s an ambush, netflix, this is not christian

- annd arthur’s pride is gone, and he goes up to chop lance’s fucking head off

- OH SHIT THAT TRANSITION THOUGH

- i'm so proud of my bb like genuinely so proud, lance deserves so much and here is is!! a knight!!

- MORGANA APPEARS THE LOML

- the three lomls in one room?? seriously bbc?? you really doing that to me?? for once im actually impressed and happy

- he's gonna get caught, i mean i KNOW that, but like it's still stressing out

- ewewewewewewewewewew

- arthur called morgana “isn't she so beautiful??” with a lovey dovey face pls don't lead this to that stepsibling porn bullshit i'm going to fucking puke

- i hated that shadowhunter bullshit like they seriously going to hit me with the indirect incest?? i was so done. i hated jace and clary, idc if theyre like the most popular couple, like wheres my raphael lovers at bc that's a boy i can enjoy

- “so if you could choose one... lance or arthur?” merlin subtly asks gwen like he doesn't have an answer himself

- it would have been so perfect geez, gwen and lance, merlin and arthur, myself and morgana

- i really wanna know what lance, merlin and arthur look like drunk bc that's a hell of a hangover they got the next morning and they probably cut out most of the soiree so like what did they do?? was there any drunk dancing and flirting??? bc i literally want to see that happen

- ik it's a bad thing but those drunk tropes where someone confesses their love to the person they like while under the influence is my favourite thing bc it's both hilarious, genuine and the other person often helps them to their feet and gets them to a safer place to rest and that's fricken adorable guys!

- not the drinking obviously, thats like a thing you can enjoy if you want but ya girl does not like drinking. or, well, she likes drinking with a limit. you can tell who likes to be the designated driver lmao. people here be drinking flat out whiskey and i tried it once and it burned by fucking throat

- merlin fucked up

- and this is technically his fault

- THEY GOT CAUGHT LMAO IT IS HIS FAULT

- hungover and caught this won't bode well

- “not worthy of a knighthood”

- hey so how do you retract a knighthood?

- do you like reverse the shoulder tapping

- like if you're christian, bc you know, we, as a christian group on this tumblr site, should already know about it... but when we do that cross thing on our shoulders, it means like a direct call with god or some shit. and if we do it the opposite direction it's considered the antichrist so is it the same for knighthood?

- OMG I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANy

- okay with christianity it's tapping the head the stomach, shoulder then shoulder, right? but the reverse is the anti cross like shoulder to shoulder, stomach and head. but… what if it were tapping the stomach, crotch, hip to hip? it would make sense right??? since the cross is upside down… it would lead to the dick and not the head. THAT'S WHY IT'S AN UPSIDE DOWN CROSS. BC YOU AINT SUPPOSED TO GRAB THEM BALLS UNTIL MARRIAGE!!! I SEE OMG I SEE YOU JESUS, TRYNNA HIDE UR FLOURISHING SEXUALITY

- omg guys, don't grab ur fucking balls in this blog post, it's considered the antichrist

- “you never will be” lmao he's gonna come back, he's lancelot, that's a main in the og legend

-  how pissed will lance be with merlin

- i hope big time bc like... angry lance *dries off sweat with hands*

- aw damn lance isn't mad he's like “this is my punishment. mine to bare, mine to bare alone. stop blaming urself. i put this on me” this fucking goof is making me swoon once fucking more

- NOW BUCKBEAKS BACK

- he's a real goat x3

- buckbeak can literally fuck shit up in the air, camelot has nothing on him

- ARTHURS FUCKING DEAD LMAO

- oh wait he aint, just a few of his knights

- imagine being an extra and playing as one of those knights. having to fight next to bradley james, and have him look at you when someones doing something stupid like you can mentally agree with him and then pretend to die on camera. that would be my dream. make-a-wish better do me some good when i get diseased that will prob be named after me

- hoephagus

- stupidolis

- nah thats stupid

- ;)

- i now understand mulans will to pretend to be a guy and join the army bc i would literally do that if i could stay with arthur fucking pendragon

-  aw it's called a griffin not a hippogriff

- i'm saddened

- harry potter has taught me WRONG

- this looks to be the climax where merlins like “fine guys, geez, i'll kill the griffin bc i'm magic!! wow!!! but arthur obviously knew, and i thought gwen was gonna know but she shocked me even more when she didn’t like fucking hell everyones oblivious. but since you can only kill buckbeak with magic, sigh, i'm exposing myself ig” even if it's like halfway through season 1 with 5 seasons altogether, this looks to be the right time

- this really sounds to be what we are waiting for, what kilgarah said about the destiny merlin will have

- WAIT WE HAVEN'T SEE THAT BITCH IN A WHILE

- wheres the dickwad gone lmao like was the actor busy the last few episodes or what?

- OMG ARHTURS BREAKING LANCE OUT OF PRISON SO HE CAN BE A KNIGHT

- how is the “arthurs pretty gay” theory not popped up more times on here

- like we all know merthurs pretty great and all

- but CANON wise arthur seems super gay to me

- like he just told lance to get up his ass because “i need… uhh... camelot needs” like he was just about to say he needs lance in his life

- have you not seen the glances??

- fucking hell

- arthur slowly comes closer to lance pretending to talk about what he knows about the creature

- lance also coming closer to ask if he truly believes that, with a raised eyebrow

- thought this shit was only in books and fanfics

- but no guys, we got a gay eyebrow raise

- bc we all know only the gays are capable of eyebrow raises

- fucking hell this is gay i cant even explain it

- like its subtly gay, but out of context youd think this is something out of a fansite

- and merlins not even in this scene

- “take the horse and never return to this place” OKAY NO FIRST OF ALL SECOND OF ALL FUCK OFF LMAO THIS ISNT GAY ANYMORE

- i mean he’s doing it out of the goodness of his heart, saving him from prison and all but lance wants to like…  be a good man and you aint letting him do that

- OMG LANCE IS SAYING GOODBYE TO GWEN

- LANCE BETTER FUCKING KISS HER

- I LOVE GWEN AND LANCE TOGETHER #STAN

- fucking kiss you fucking bafoon

- THEY DIDN'T FUCKING KISS WTFUCKINGFUCK

- merlin looks so dumb holding his dagger as if he doesn’t know what to do with it but i love that for me

- WAIT I THOUGHT LANCELOT WAS LITERALLY GONNA GO YEET OUT OF CAMELOT NOT TO FUCKING SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND FIGHT THE GRIFFIN

- bafoons, all of them

- big bouncing bucking bafoons

- arthur looks so scared i've never been so in love and want to PROTECT

- omg for all merlin and lance know, that scream was arthur fucking dying- OMG IT WAS ARTHUR

- HE'S FUCKAN DEAD

- nvm he's alive but like yall not think to check for some arterial wounds bc he could be alive now, but in 5 mins he could legit not make it

- slow music means death

- lancelot you were the best husband i've ever had, rip

- i would be crying more if i didn’t know what happened, but since i already spoiled myself on the first season by watching this about a year ago, i'm not that sad but its still getting to me slightly

- hahahaha so happy everyones okayyy

- ARTHUR AND LANCE TiME!

- arthur looks so happy for lance literally crack ship right there

- why does nobody talk about this wyd

- and here’s arthur defending lance’s honour

- but uthers being a bitch

- omg that transition from lance being told to wait outside, the camera following him out of the room and the doors slamming behind him just in time to hear uther yell at arthur from next door is what gives me chills

- uther better fucking accept lance

- “the law is the law” yeah but the law also says to stop being a stuck-up bitch, uther

- literally lance is the only fucking person to not see through merlins blatant magic tricks

- like he saw that shit, called it out and was not like “oh what its a trick of the wind, surely”

- and he's not fazed at all, u see merlin it aint that bad to tell some people

- the only thing he is worrying about is the credit he says he doesn’t deserve bc merlin killed the griffin and not him

- see how fucking great my husband is, guys

- he better not be like “sucks to suck, i lied again! it aint me, chief” to uther and arthur

- NAH OKAY HE’S JUST BIDDING HIS FAREWELL IM GONNA FUCKING CRY IN THE CLUB

- he better fucking come back soon >:(

- seasonal guest star at least

- main characters, big bonus

- we barely saw morgana this episode and i'm not okay with that, but at the same time it was more lance-centric so i'm aight actually. we got all the time in the world for my baby girl, but lance :’( good luck man

- literally everyone is so gay for lance

- gwens into him for sure, and i love that the most (guess thats not gay but whatever, beggars can't be choosers)

- arthur has a little crush ngl

- and merlins full out in love with him

- not to mention MY FUCKING SELF

- i mean, i won't deny that he’s literally perfect in every way and i've only known him for one episode, but i agree whole heatedly with these crushes

- “till next time, sir lancelot” merlin whispers with a smile

- yeah that's me right there

- BC I'LL BE SEEING HIM IN THE FINAL EPISODE OF THIS SEASON!

- greeting us all with the news on being cast full-time for the show, being the best guard around and a lover boy to all

- guys i feel like i'm on aphrodisiacs but instead of desire for sex, it's love for lancelot

- send help

[cherrypienouhayla]

Ruby

Ruby is such an unusual girl. Living in a house of three, her blue-nosed parents and her most complicated self. Ruby isn’t her real name, yet she was named Ruby because of her long reddish hair, wearing makeup of natural blemishes with her rosy tasty lips that have attracted every man in Baddista. Everyone wanted to have a taste of Ruby even the girls in town. But she didn’t like either, not the men, nor the women. They were all the same she thought. Like slaves, they all walked the same, dressed the same, even their dancing was if there were chains on their feet. Whoever talked to Ruby, has bored her to death, blandly, with no taste of difference. She never bothered to discover anyone anyways, no one has made her curious, no one has made her want to act like herself. Everyone was disgusting, shallow, grey, she thought. Damn, she believed with every bit of  her soul.

She often would feel as if she was numb, but never bothered to know why. Once in a while Ruby would dance in her bedroom to her sexy slow songs, with her eyes closed, feeling the fire in her heart, the earth down her feet. The anarchy of multiple waterfalls colliding into one. Holding the last drop in her palm, dancing like she had to protect it from the raging wind. Ruby felt like she owned the world, every single bastard, captivating every damned eye.

Only then, she would feel alive.

Sunday morning, the fog covered every path that existed. You wouldn’t even see a reaper coming your way. Ruby wore her rusty leather shoes, and went running down the hill to get some fresh air. She would run miles and not know where she was going. but she didn’t mind, she loved the unknown, the unpredictable, and her personal favorite was death.

As a child, Ruby had told her parents that she saw a reaper once, up there where the Wisco family lived. Swinging in their backyard, he saw her, her passionate eyes, with no fear of such an ugly sight. The reaper panicked, so he left.

Her parents had told her it probably was one of the Wisco family wearing black, they have certainly lied, they thought Alex was mental.

Of course! She has never smiled, neither played with the little girls, She was five for god’s sake! Is she sick? A child that has never painted any emotion on her face, even when they bought her the most detailed, prettiest doll from the kids favorite toys shop. she nodded, took the doll to the unknown without a word.

Alex hated her parents, with time, analyzing them closely, she knew that they thought and still think something is wrong with her. she knew her dad has once wanted to touch her, that her mom didn’t love Papa, and that he also didn’t love her back, or even like her at all. It was just another big acting play of ugliness and lies, to remain a reputation in that wooden town. She knew, so she acted along as well.

In fact, it didn’t take her much. They had carved her wooden character, but the irony was, it still despised them.

Running, running, running, with emptiness, running.

Ruby, the unloved, would look at the sky and wish everything was wrong. That the gods had named her a sinner, she never wanted to be in their side anyway, it was only fair as they never were in hers. She loved the sinner's blood, the blood drawn on her body, a tattoo for every lie, and her body was full. There was no space left for another symbol of chaos, but she still had sinned, not giving value to the gods, not calling their name not even once, may death be upon them.

She came back home, to her room, playing her melodic slow songs again."Today is blues"

With no idea how to dance to it. heck, she didn't care.

Ruby danced like a goddess to the rhythm of that passionate song, about the man who had lost himself in misery. It would go something like: « I’m a lost man in this world, I hold my tears for the misery, the cruel misery living within me baby…»

Reasons, there were no reasons behind things, it is just another excuse humans use to justify their selfish feelings, to make the bad look good, but it was all meaningless for Ruby, good or bad never existed, what was the point of explaining anything then? Or finding the reasons behind things?

Why am I like this? Did I lose hope in everything? She never thought this. She promised herself that she never will. Ruby knew she could never change anything. Everything was dark and meaningless, and she was very aware of her body's disturbing protective nature. Protecting her from illusions, hopes, unlasting joys that end with dissapointments. The unsatisfying truth was far better, but she still was beyond what she thought.

The song changed, «I want to be with you, I do, I promise to hold you close and never let go…», She stopped dancing.

The reaper would usually cross her mind. She was interested, in a non-human form. She wanted to know about him, if he was real, if he would like to be with her for a while before taking her.

His bedroom, she wished. Since her very first sight of him, he was the only one who crossed her mind. At the beginning, it was all innocent thoughts, a playing buddy, maybe a storyteller about the underworld. Does the two-headed dog ever sleep at the gates of hell?

She wanted to ask him.

She again saw him at her school, waiting for her infront of her math class. This time he didn’t panic when he noticed her, he was there for her and he stared into her deadly eyes, smiled, and then disappeared within a tic on the hall's clock.

Ruby has touched herself at 18, after that tic. In the girls bathroom, she skipped class and went to rebel for the idea of pleasure she couldn't hold for too long. The innocence had turned into raw filth, he is the one. I want him, she thought.

Ruby had a goal now. She headed home, straight up to her room, looking at her body's reflection, the red light covering her skin made it perfect for her sinner's immagination, she looked like a citizen of the underworld, and she loved it.

First she had to light the candles for him, sweet sweet candles. Slowly, Ruby took off her wine colored lingerie, with one finger looking at the cracked mirror. She believed he was there, on the other side watching her silently through his dead, dark green lizard eyes. She started moving her scarred nude body, with her hips moving like silk through space. She lifted her hands up to the roof. No one in his right mind could ignore her perfect breasts hanging there in the air. Soft, firm and milk white, such forbidden beauty. She hoped for the reaper to notice her, to not resist her, the Persophone to Hades, the lovers of the underworld.

He never could fully approach her. All she could feel was a slight touch of his long fingers on her long hair, it didn’t last, as if its flames had burned him, maybe she was too much even for a reaper, a rebel, someone he could not take. At least not before enjoying her madness. Her unforgotten red aura on his black devastated robe.

Years had passed, the reaper had never came again despite her desperate attempts to seduce him with her charm.

Ruby was largely disappointed, dull, bored, empty without his presence. So she had decided. Tonight, she would kill herself.

A bang.

To the unknown, to her reaper, to Ruby’s most favorite, death.