#spinny spin spin spin spin a pin pin

[naenaex0xx]

wee woo wee woo spinny spin spin

[bunmurdock]

Hi it’s ✨again I had some more thoughts but on the fluffier side lol

Ok so idk if it’s just me but I love the idea of Matt using his super senses to check in on us like if your sick , you show up to meet him somewhere and he can automatically tell your not ok without even seeing you

Or for the anemic girlies (me 😭) when you stand up and get vertigo or even pass out he’s like right there catching you

And don’t even try lying to him about if you’ve slept ,eaten ,etc he just knows

hello fellow anemic girlie. obsessed with this prompt <3

imagine matt murdock just always being there to catch you—literally. you’re rushing around the apartment, trying to do a hundred things at once. you’re on your feet all day, running errands, helping at the shelter, checking in on your neighbors. you’re so busy worrying about everyone else that you barely notice when you start to feel a little off. until you stand up too quickly and the world tilts.

before you can even react, he’s right there. his arms are strong, solid, scooping you up like it’s nothing. “sweetheart,” he says, with this deep chuckle that’s way too amused for how serious he looks, “what am i going to do with you?” one arm wraps securely around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head, making sure you’re steady, his body completely holding yours like you’re weightless.

you laugh it off, of course, blinking up at him all dazed, “i’m fine!” you insist, trying to wriggle free like you’re perfectly capable of walking on your own two feet. but he’s not buying it. his grip doesn’t loosen for a second.

“sure you are,” he smirks, effortlessly lifting you higher until you’re practically tucked against his chest like some overgrown rag doll. “just fine, huh?”

you fake a pout. “it was just a little spinny spell.”

“a little spinny spell,” he repeats, clearly amused, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your lower back, that tiny affectionate touch grounding you. “sweetheart, you’ve been running around all day without a break. no wonder your head’s spinning.”

he carries you to the couch like you weigh nothing, setting you down so gently it’s almost insulting, especially when you try to get back up immediately and he’s already pressing you back into the cushions. “ah-ah,” he says, pinning you with just the weight of his hand, his fingers curling around your shoulder, his strength gentle but unyielding. “hold on, i’m getting your supplements.”

you roll your eyes, all dramatic, “matt, i can take care of myself, you know.”

—

or, you’re reaching for a glass on the top shelf when—before you can blink—he’s right there, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. “sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and amused, lips brushing your ear, “when was the last time you ate?”

you squeak, nearly dropping the glass. “matt! how do you do that?”

he chuckles, not moving, keeping you close, his grip warm and steady. “i can hear your stomach growling, sweetheart. and you’re shaky.”

“i’m not!” you huff, trying to wriggle free. “i had coffee!”

he groans, repeating your name like a mantra and spinning you around effortlessly, pinning you against the counter. “coffee doesn’t count,” he teases, thumb brushing over your lower lip like he’s reminding you to use your mouth for something other than excuses. “i could hear your heart stuttering from the other room.”

before you can argue, he’s already lifting you up like it’s nothing, setting you on the counter with one smooth motion. “sit,” he says, like you even have a choice, his hands firm on your thighs, keeping you in place. “you’re not going anywhere until you eat.”

you cross your arms. “bossy.”

matt just smirks, leaning in close, brushing his nose against yours. “and you’re stubborn,” he murmurs, his hands still gripping your legs. “good thing i’m stronger.”

he turns to the fridge, pulling out ingredients with one hand, the other sliding up your thigh, grounding you without even thinking about it.

“you know you don’t have to take care of me all the time,” you mumble, even though you secretly love it.

he hands you the sandwich he just made, a satisfied grin on his face. “eat up, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing your cheek again. “or, it's tickle time.”

masterlist

[ask-monster-men]

Thinking abt yr....spinny....face .... guy? And how he looks like he would have a thick cock and would shuffle through faces as he shoves you down on it because he can't figure out what to feel....

Omg yes

So this gentle man who I'm still working on has a somewhat place holder name that I may or may not change Jaakobah

His name mean deceiver and its very true to his character, he is a malicious trickster who deals with souls for power. He finds it so easy to trick people into doing whatever he wants and into whatever deals he wishes, however...when it came to you...this little human who came to him seeking a deal, for whatever reason you scratched that part of him that wanted to do both beautiful and horrific things to you.

Jaakobah isn't a very sexual person to anyone but to those he owns, he gets a rush of power and hypersexuality and its almost like he's a bear In heat as he pins down whatever and who ever he owns and fucks them until they either die or he's satisfied.

When he sat you down on his lap he made sure to have his arms on you at all times, he didn't want you running now not that you would or could. much like his carousel like head and his multiple faces that he frequently flicked through- his dick was no diffrent, he sported about four of them... dicks is the wrong word...he was not made for reproduction nor were his dicks, sure it brings pleasure and "cums" but he is completely infertile.

Anyways his dicks wrapped around your thighs and squeezed them, he knew if he used all four it would rip you in half due to the sheer size of them and god...did you feel like bliss around just one of his cocks...

"...hahah...I...you feel like pure pleasure" he said in a voice that reminded you of oogie boogie from a film you watched as a kid, his voice deeps and new Orleans sounding.

He has had sex before with his little souls but this...this was diffrent, you were diffrent. He felt his faces begin to twitch and change again and again, unsure how to feel, his faces went from malicious to a kind smile to a rageful screaming like face, the faces spinned and spinned and he was impossible to read. The amount of pure spinning blew some wind in your face as his fat cock went wild inside you, more akin to a tentacle that anything as it violated your inside...he is built fat and long so have fun trying to not tear the first time ♡

[rosemaidenvixen]

The Pinned Moth

Chapter 9: Star, Sun, and Moon

Ao3

The first thing he was aware of was heaviness weighing on him, holding him in place. But it didn’t feel bad, it felt…warm. Warm and fuzzy. But not the fuzziness he was used to, pressing in and smothering his magic, this fuzziness was…gentle. Both weighing over his whole body, concentrated in his head and behind his eyes. The second thing they noticed was some kind of strange sound…

His eyelids fluttered once, swirly gray flashing in their vision, before falling shut again. His head was so heavy, and…spinny.

Gradually more awareness crept in. Sensation coming back bit by bit. They were lying on their side, one of their hands pinned under their cheek; something soft underneath them, something warm on top of them, something heavy by his feet. The sound, some kind of soft pattering, drumming on their ears, but not in a bad way.

It was all…strange.

But despite the strangeness it all felt…nice. It felt so nice that they let their eyes fall shut again, settling into the mysterious softness. Content to just lie there and enjoy the sensations.

Time passed, how much the Collector didn't know, but even though his eyes were shut and his head was spinning, he was awake and it seemed like he was going to stay that way.

After a while curiosity won out over the heaviness in his head, and he pried his eyes open again. This time he was able to focus on his surroundings a little bit after blinking a few times. Wooden floors, plaster walls and a wooden door. Some kind of light coming from behind him…

The task felt monumental, but they managed to slowly lift and turn their heavy head. Eventually turning enough to spot some kind of gray rectangle above them, glowing with dull light. As they continued to stare up at it, their vision cleared enough to see that the rectangle wasn’t a solid gray, covered in swirls of steam and speckled with drops of moisture. 

They blinked at it for a few more seconds before it clicked.

It was a window, covered in raindrops, the sound was rain. 

Their head flopped back down, window disappearing from view, the pieces jumbling together in their head. The window was above them, something soft underneath them, something warm on top of them. Lying on their side, limbs tangled at weird angles. A strange weight near their feet. Lifting their head up again, they looked down towards their feet to see–

“King!” 

In a burst of strength he shot upright, only to immediately get tangled in fabric and hit by a wave of dizziness, nearly falling back down, barely managing to brace himself with his hands, swaying and barely able to stay upright.

At that moment everything came flooding back to them.

The bubble, the humans, King, Luz, all the others–

 The entire room was spinning, their head felt like it was filled with rocks, vision pulling in and out of focus as they wobbled. But they could still see the formerly curled up figure of King uncoil and scurry towards them from where he’d been curled up on the foot of the bed.

A bed, they were lying in a bed with a blanket on top of them.

“Whoa whoa, take it easy bud, you got hit with some pretty nasty–”

The second King got close enough the Collector snatched him up into a tight hug, burying their face in King’s shoulder and letting out a sob.

For a second King was stiff under the Collector’s grip, then he softened, raising his paws to rub their shoulders and back while the Collector bawled into his fur.

“Hey, it’s ok, you’re in the Owl House, you’re safe now…”

For the longest time they stayed like that, a whole flood of emotions; fear, sadness, relief, and sharp swirly unnamed things, spilling out of them at once. But the fog in their head didn’t clear, everything still felt fuzzy and spinny. They were tired but they didn't want to sleep. After a while they pried their face out of King’s fur, having to blink several times to bring their surroundings back into focus.

A bed, a window, a room, the owl house.

“What…happened? How did we get…here?”

King wriggled a little bit, the Collector releasing them, and took a few steps back “After we busted you out of your cage, you shook up the whole building before Luz caught up to you. Then one of the scientists got you with a tranquilizer dart, Luz was able to grab you before you passed out and we all hoofed it back here to the demon realm,”

The Collector just blinked at him, absorbing the knowledge in a numb haze. 

The heaviness hanging over them was completely different than the fuzziness of the bubble. Their magic wasn't stifled, they could feel it sparking at the edge of their awarness, ready to be summoned with the slightest will. Instead the new fuzziness was all concentrated in their skull, making the whole room feel spinny and their thoughts go slower than everything around them. 

Which was why it was only now they became aware of something pressing into their side. Without even thinking about it they turned and their eyes landed on something tangled up in the blankets next to them.

A gray plush with green button eyes.

They reached over and picked it up, staring at it intently as they pulled it into their lap. 

“Reynard…” he looked up from the stuffed fox towards King “You and Luz made him for me?”

King looked away, running his claws through the fur on the back of his head “Yeah about that…it was mostly Luz, turns out I am not good at sewing, like at all–”

“But…why?”

King plunked back on the bed, sitting right across from him “Well…you liked Francois, so we figured we’d make you your own,”

The Collector just looked at him, silence stretching out between them longer and longer.

“We’re…we’re still friends…right?” they said softly.

King reached out and laid a paw over his hand “Of course we are bud,”

Relief flooded through them, but just as quickly Luz’s face flashed in their mind, along with all the other witches who’d come with King to rescue him “But what about Luz, and Eda, and everyone else?”

“I care about them to, but that doesn’t mean I care about you any less, I want to be friends with all of you,”

“No, I mean do they…” the Collector’s head slumped forward, cap and hair hanging down in their eyes, grip on Reynard tightening “Do they want to be my friends to?”

He heard and felt, more than saw, King padding over to sit right next to them, leaning into their side “I…think they do, but they might need time to get to know you, and now that you’re here we have nothing but time,”

Again the Collector didn’t know how to process that information. The words made sense but their fuzzy head didn’t know what to do with them.

They sat like that for the longest time, leaning into each other, neither one of them saying anything, the only sound the soft patter of boiling rain on the window. Then after a few minutes King stood and moved over to face him.

“Ok, now that you’re awake do you want to rest more, or are you ok to check in with the others?”

The Collector slowly blinked at him “What…others?”

“Well Luz is here, Vee’s here but she’s napping– oh, Vee is Luz’s basilisk sister, last I saw Eda and Camila were making dinner,”

“Camila?”

“Luz’s human mom, I think you’ll like her,”

“...ok…let’s go see them,”

King hopped off the bed. The Collector carefully set Reynard down beside them, pulled the blanket back the rest of the way, swung their feet over the side and stepped down themselves, wobbling a bit before they balanced themselves. 

They were free from the bubble, from the heavy fuzziness pressing in all around them stifling their magic. They weren’t trapped, if they wanted they could fly out the window and all around the Boiling isles, but with the new fuzziness inside his head everything around them felt unsteady, their arms and legs moving a few seconds after he told them to, wobbling on his feet. They could use all their magic, and could float if they tried, but it was probably better to stay on their feet until they felt less spinny.

Taking slow careful steps he followed King as he moved to the door, opened it and stepped through. But when the Collector came into the doorframe he stopped, blinking at the wide hallway beyond. King stopped and turned back towards him “You ok there?”

“Y– yeah, I’m fine,” the forced themselves to step through the frame, King continuing on, the two of them moving down the hall. They spent so much time in the bubble, stuck with their surroundings never changing, it was weird to be able to walk through doors and go into new rooms, whole new surroundings opening up in front of them. It wasn’t all new to them, they remember being free and being able to explore before the bubble. But the change combined with the fuzziness in their head filled them with a strange familiar-weird feeling. 

When they reached the stairs they kept a tight grip on the railing as they followed King down. As they came down to the first floor, he heard voices coming in from an open door down the hallway at the base of the stairs, getting steadily louder and clearer as the two of them got closer.

“--thank god every day that Vee was able to escape and find her way here,” an unfamiliar voice spoke “If those monsters had gotten a hold of her–”

“Hey don’t even go there,” the Owl lady– Eda’s voice “We got the kids, all of them, here safe,”

“You’re right, but Eda, that was just one building. The Avalon Corporation is still out there. Honestly I’m not sure if it will ever be safe for Luz, Vee, and I– or any of us to go back to the human wor–”

King stepped through the open door, the Collector following right behind them. The room they came into was a kitchen, pots and pans and bundles of dried plants hanging from the walls and ceiling. Eda was standing in front of the table, next to her was a human, not Luz, but they looked a lot like her–

Camila, Luz’s human mom.

“Hey guys,” King stepped up to the table, the Collector still tailing him “Guess who’s awake,”

Both human and witch snapped their heads around, two sets of eyes locking onto the Collector. He stopped in his tracks, shifting from foot to foot, uncomfortable with the scrutiny.

“Hello,” Camila smiled and stepped over, kneeling down in front of him about two feet away “My name is Camila–”

“You’re Luz’s human mom,” the words tumbled out of him without thinking.

“Y– yes, I am. How are you feeling? Does your head hurt or is your stomach upset?”

The Collector had to stop and think for a second. Their stomach was fine, and their head didn’t hurt but…

“My head feels kinda…woozy…”

Camila tapped her chin, narrowing her eyes at him but not in a mean way “Your body’s probably still working through the tranquilizers, you should get some fluids, wait here, I’ll grab you something,”

She stood and walked to the stove on the other side of the room, the Collector watching with a detached interest.

The creak of a foot on the floor pulled his attention away.

Eda had also moved towards them, and was now staring down at them, chewing on her lip, expression tight “King…King can you give us a minute,”

A jolt of surprise cut through the fuzz in his head, the Collector snapped his head towards King to see the small titan also staring at them with wide eyes.

King turned away from him and up towards her “Eda…”

“Nothing bad I promise, we just need to clear up a few things straight away,”

The Collector nervously glanced back and forth between Eda and King, why was Eda sending King away? What was going on? He didn’t want to be alone–

“Hey it’s ok,” King moved over and put a paw on his shoulder “This is Eda, the Owl lady, the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles, mentor to Luz the human, and my mom, you can trust her,”

He raised his other paw to point at another door “I’ll be right in the other room, just shout if you need me,”

After a few moments of tense silence, the Collector very slowly nodded their head.

King took his paw off of them and stepped away, the Collector had to squash the urge to pull him close and never let go. Watching him walk away, moving through the door that slowly shut behind them.

Now it was just the Collector, Eda standing in front of them and Camila still moving around on the other side of the room.

Abruptly Eda kneeled down right in front of them “Ok kid let me make this clear straight out of the gate. We’re back in the demon realm in my house, you’re safe here, and I– we are going to make sure it stays that way. That’s all a given, you don’t owe us anything or have to earn your place,”

Startled at the sudden rush of words, all the Collector could do was slowly nod. 

“Alright then, that being said…” she pulled in a deep breath “We do need to go over some house rules,”

“Rules?”

“I–” she sighed “Ok look, you’ve got crazy powerful magic kid. Nothing wrong with that, just means you’re a tough kid. But there’s still a lot that you don’t understand yet,”

“Like what?”

Eda’s face pinched “Look I….I don’t want to scare you, but you need to know, some of the humans who took you are still out there,”

“....what?”

All at once the room fell away. Heartbeat freezing and blood running cold. He could see Eda’s mouth moving but couldn’t heat anything.

The humans were still out there. He was out of the bubble, but what if they found him and tricked him again? What if they took them away and hid him somewhere no one would ever find them? What if they found King–

“Hey hey breathe kid,” Eda put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently, the sensation pulling him back to reality “All those humans are back in the human world and we control all the portals. You’re safe here, and the ex-coven heads and I are going to make sure it stays that way, but things between the demon realm and the human realm are…dicey right now,”

He peeked up at her “Is that why Luz and Camila can’t go home?”

Something pained flashed in her face “That’s…part of it. Point is the ex-coven heads and I are going to do everything we can to protect you, Luz, and everyone on the boiling isles. But we need to be at our best, and the fact of the matter is we can’t keep up with your magic,”

The hand on his shoulder moved away as Eda leaned in closer “What we need you to do is to be responsible with your magic. That means no more turning people into puppets or–”

“I’ll do it, I’ll do whatever you say!” the Collector couldn’t get the words out fast enough “I– I– I don’t care about playing anymore! Just please let me stay! I don’t– I can’t– I can’t be alone–”

From out of nowhere he found himself pressed against Eda, her arm squeezing him tight, his chin buried against her collar.

“Hey hey, it’s ok kid. Like I said, you’ve got a place here, no matter what happens I promise you won’t be alone,”

“Eda’s right,” 

He squirmed enough to glance up at Camila stepping over and kneeling down just behind Eda, holding a mug with steam rising up from it. 

“You don’t have to earn anything,” she kneeled down to join him and Eda on the floor “We’re going to keep you safe no matter what,”

Eyes stinging, the Collector buried their face into Eda’ shoulder, lifting their arms and squeezing her back.

After a little while he released his grip on her, dropping back down the floor, her arm around his shoulders loosening as Eda stood back up straight. Camila doing the same, she took a step towards the Collector then hesitated “Eda are you sure this spiced apple blood is…safe?”

A snort from Eda “That kiddie stuff? A pixie could handle that,”

“Given what I know about pixies that is not reassuring,”

Eda waved her off “It’s fine Luz and King have that stuff all the time,”

Camila shook her head and bent down, holding the mug out towards the Collector “Here you go, it’s hot so be sure to blow on it,”

Slowly, the Collector reached up and accepted the mug.

“There ya go pipsqueak,” Eda leaned over and tousled his hair, sending his cap askew.

He blinked in surprise for a moment before reaching a hand up to readjust his cap.

“That’s enough of the heavy stuff for now, why don’t cha’ get in there with the rest of the rugrats,” she gave him a gentle push towards the door, the Collector taking a few stumbling steps forward out of reflex. 

He looked over his shoulder, blinking up at Eda and Camila, who smiled back at him. After a few seconds of staring the Collector turned and slowly moved forward, stepping through the same door that King had gone through minutes before.

He was in a much bigger room now, very brightly lit with dozens of golden orbs of light floating around, but mostly empty, only a few pieces of furniture scattered here and there. The biggest one was a bundle of twigs and leaves in the middle of the room, with Luz and King lounging on top it. Luz was focused on drawing on a small pad in her hand, but King perked up the second they walked in.

“Hey Collector, come join us!” he scooted to the side and patted the mound. 

Luz looked up at the sound of King’s voice, and as soon as she spotted the Collector she smiled, scooting to the side herself, creating a space on the mound just large enough for them.

The Collector picked up their feet and moved towards the pile, very carefully settling down in the open spot, finding it softer than he expected, nestling in between Luz and King. King curled up on top of the pile, their chin resting on the Collector’s shoulder, their other shoulder rubbing against Luz’s side. The Collector slowly leaned back into the pile, taking care to not spill the spiced apple blood.

What was he supposed to do with it again? That’s right, blow on it.

Raising the mug he blew across it with slow, even puffs of breath. After a few minutes the steam dissipated to a few whiffs but he didn’t feel any different. Maybe he wasn’t doing it right.

“I think you’ve got it cool enough,” King spoke up.

He turned and looked up at him “Cool enough for what?”

“You drink it,” Luz this time “Like tea,”

“Oh,” still not sure but trusting that Luz and King knew what they were talking about, the Collector raised the mug to his lips and took a sip.

They didn’t need to eat and drink, not the way titans and itty bitty spiders did, but they liked to every once and a while. While he was locked up in the bubble, and even for a long time before that, he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink. Doing it now gave him the same familiar-weird feeling.

Still, drinking the apple blood was different, but not bad. Sweet and warm and filling him up inside.

He sunk deeper into the pile and took another sip.

Abruptly something glowed close to their face, looking up, he saw a new ball of light floating up from Luz’s notepad. Where she was scribbling on her paper– 

Not something, one of the titan’s glyphs. 

She tapped it in the center, the paper crumpling up into a new orb of light, floating off to join the others. Luz noticed him looking and smiled “This is how I do magic, wanna try?”

It was just a light spell, a baby could do it. And he could do so much more. If he wanted to he could fill up this whole room with thousands of tiny stars in every color there was.

But for some reason he didn’t want to do that, he wanted to try Luz’s titan magic.

“Ok,”

She tore off the top piece of paper and held out her notebook and pen, the Collector accepting them, setting the mug of apple blood to hover just in front of him. Carefully copying the glyph on the piece of paper Luz was still holding, it was hard with their head still spinning but they did it. When he was finished the Collector tapped the center and sent it glowing up with the others.

He handed the pad and pen back to Luz before sinking back into the pile, letting his head flop back into the bundle, and picked up his mug. Watching the orbs of light glowing and floating around the room, the apple blood in his belly, the cozy feeling of the nest underneath him and Luz and King snuggled against either side of him.

It all felt…nice, the nicest he’d felt in a long time. 

The Collector blinked lazily, the lights disappearing and reappearing, lifting his mug and taking another sip.

[medlabmech]

Spinny spin acquired!!!!

Make that your pinned post

[tyu1forever]

Wonder What You Think Of Me

AN: part twoooo yayyyy. honestly i dont expect much attention to come to these but im having fun. to whomever is reading this, i hope you're having as much fun as i am.

Part 1

MY ASK BOX IS OPENN (check my pinned post)

Warnings: swearing here and there, tad bit of suicidal jokes, gender neutral mc

Story below

Your nerves were on end until the class finished. You could feel Koda's eyes piercing the back of your skull. The thought that he knew everything you thought about him, kept on popping up. this led you down a rabbit hole that whatever you thought, he knew. Like the thought that I know, that you know, that I know, that you're a mind reader. HA SUCK MY DIC- ALRIGHT THATS ENOUGH OUTTA YOU. DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOU, BUDDY BOY. HOW ABOU-

"You have a rather interesting and chaotic mind, ya know"

You looked up to see everyone around you packing up; the lesson was over. Koda was standing next to your table with an amused look on his face and arms crossed. You looked at Eliana for help, but she just swung her bag on her shoulder, mouthed 'good luck' as she winked, brown eyes sparkling, and skipped off, her black ponytail swinging.

You sighed defeatedly as you looked back at Koda sheepishly, finally meeting his hazel eyes. OK, mind blank. Empty. Void. remember that one time where- OK SHUT UP- HOW ABOUT- NO, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, YOU SHUT THE FU-

"How about we go to a place where we can shut your mind." Koda said grinning. You gaped at him, your mind spinning like a child on one of those spinny things at the park that always made you almost throw up, squealing with joy. You would need all the luck you could get.

He grabbed her hand and led her out of the class, past the lockers, and outside. They made their way across the pavement and then the oval. Koda led her down a corner to a group of trees that blocked the view of the school and showed a view of the reserve behind the school.

The green tops glowed as the early afternoon sun shone through them. A soft breeze blew through your hair slightly, as you went forward to hold the black fence bars, your mouth open in awe.

Your mind just stopped, taking in the scene. WOOAAAA PRETTY. This is what happens when you stop for once.

"Come and sit down." Koda said sitting down on a patch of grass and patting a spot next to him. You turn around and make eye contact as your brain goes down the rabbit hole again, He can see what I think, he knows what I think about him, I'm gonna kill myself. Take me with you, bestie.

☽✧ :-゜・.

gonna upload this as is, prolly add to it later

Masterlist

[emmatriarchy]

Spin the Wheel! Marvel Muses | Other muses

did the spinny wheely thing! check them out (added them to my pinned post for ease)

[autistic-zukoao3]

I have yet to buy any but I do have a list of ones I'd like to buy.

Spinning Enamel pin: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1208669202/fnaf-daycare-attendant-spinning-enamel?click_key=321e22136a58feec360ba4ace60b59c501ee85cf%3A1208669202&click_sum=df17237e&external_collection=

Glow in the dark and free sticker: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1166754246/fnaf-sun-and-moon-glow-in-the-dark?click_key=f8bdbbd887935cfc6e7ec768313805ec9431b81a%3A1166754246&click_sum=6eafb26c&external_collection=&frs=1&sts=1

Another spinny one: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1170756214/sundrop-fnaf-five-nights-at-freddys?click_key=e2bc73032bc31fb59d6f9e40d9bb75b4b59f7f83%3A1170756214&click_sum=5a2a76dd&external_collection=

I demand you all to share your favourite dca enamel pins(and if possible... If they're still in stock share the links to them) because I need me some more pins with the guys

[himbofan]

haikyuu boys reacting to you hugging them for the first time

everyone likes to talk about first kisses, but i think first hugs are just as heartwarming. feeling the way the other persons body fits around yours and taking in their smell for the first time… :,) i just love pre-relationship pining 🤌🤌🤌 but no tsukki cause i’m working a bigger fic for him 😳

cw: fluff, gn!reader

prompt: running up to them after they win a game and hugging them for the first time

characters: bokuto, kuroo, tendou, asahi, atsumu, iwaizumi

bokuto kotaro

surprised at first, but the surprise quickly melts into a huge grin as he wraps his arms around you

his hugs are all encompassing, big arms trapping you to his chest so you can smell nothing but him

riding the high of adrenaline from the game, he decides to lift you in one of those spinny hugs

his heart is definitely racing, but he plays off the embarrassment by laughing and smiling like he always does

will definitely try to find excuses to hug all the time you now that he knows he can, and he will sulk if you refuse

akaashi gives you a thumbs up in the background

kuroo tetsurou

also surprised, but quickly recovers from it with a smooth comment “oh? did I really do that well today?” and returns the hug with a sincere smile

if it was a particularly stressful or intense match, he won’t say anything and just hold you tightly

gives those good good hugs where one hand is on the small of your back and the other is on the back of your head to keep you pinned to him

will take this as permission to touch you casually, like poking your arms or resting his arm on your head (if you’re shorter)

will pout if you don’t give him a hug after every game from now on

tendou satori

is very surprised, he’s used to being ostracized so having someone willingly show affection towards him is rare

it takes him a second to register that yes, you are hugging him of your own volition

i imagine tendou to be touch starved as hell, so he holds you like you’re the last thing on earth

will ask you for more hugs at random times not during games because he simply can’t get enough

i don’t have as much to say about miracle boy i just wanna give him a big hug 🥺

azumane asahi

congrats you broke him

no but really, his face is fully red and his expression is indescribable

constantly debating on where to put his hands, overthinking the smallest things like “oh no what if i’m too sweaty and they think i’m gross”

just look up at him and give him a big smile and his heart will melt

his hugs are gentle, warm and comforting; you feel protected from the outside world

he blushes when you make eye contact with him for the next few weeks

suga and daichi will definitely tease the hell out of him later

miya atsumu

he is a fiery guy, so he can get caught up with the flow of intense emotions, especially after a match

this means he actually goes to hug you first once he spots you

he hugs you like it’s second nature, there’s no surprise or hesitation

atsumu gives complete hugs that feel like your bodies are two matching puzzle pieces, there’s no awkward spaces or gaps

another passionate guy like bokuto, he will pick you up and spin you around with a giant smile

definitely starts using a ton of causal contact afterwards, hugs and headpats n stuff

iwaizumi hajime

is definitely surprised, he expected all of the attention to be on oikawa

his face is a little red, but the deep color of his ears betray all his embarrassment

this man is ripped so you know his arms are thick asf 😩 makes for the best hugs

another breathtaking hug-giver, his arms snake around your waist and circle firmly on your back

he buries his face in your neck to hide his embarrassment, but the adrenaline dulls and he suddenly remembers that he’s sweaty

pulls away quickly and apologizes with averted eyes, but oikawa is already taking pictures and giggling (cut to volleyball hitting him in the face)

he’ll definitely be a lil more blushy and conscious in your presence, but doesn’t mind if you ask him for a hug now and then

authors note: hello thank you for reading! i'm super critical of my own work so it takes a while for things to actually get posted lol thanks for sticking around

feel free to pop in my ask box with other characters you might wanna see for something like this :) ill try my best!! or if u wanna just say hi!

[symphonicmetal101]

COMFORT ITEMS THE CHARACTERS HAVE

And have always had. Not mc giving it to them. (It is sweet but also not rn)

Lucifer- his enchanted fountain pen. It never runs out of ink, and always stays in his inner jacket pocket. After Mammon tried to steal it once, Lucifer was lowkey devastated and couldnt focus on his work. When he got it back, he also enchanted it to return to his pocket if it was left untouched by him for 20 minutes.

Mammon - his jacket. Yes, he's a model and tries new things on but it has to have the potential to go with his jacket...which gets a little more difficult the older the jacket gets. But until he finds a jacket that makes him feel as happy and safe as that one, it is how it is.

Levi - a ruri-chan keychain. Not a special edition or anything, because he holds it a lot and doesnt want anything to happen to it. The colour has faded a few times but he repaints it. He often links it to his belt loop and pulls his sweater down over it so nobody can see, but he can still fidget with it. He also has a blanket he uses while hes gaming.

Satan - he has a small cat stuffy from when he was a baby (Mammons first sewing project) that he keeps under his pillow. Its not something he carries around with him but helps him relax by the end of the day to know at least it will be there for him no matter what.

Asmo - their water bottle. He likes the rubber thing that keeps the lid attatched to the bottle and swings it when he walks. Yeah he could hold his own in a fight but its more fun to swing a metal bottle at someones head. Has like...6 more of them at home. Decorated the outside of it himself in stickers, paint, etc.

Beel - has a cow plushie that reminds him of Belphie. He keeps it with him anytime its possible. Yes, it moos when he squeezes it.

Belphie - obviously he has his pillow, but when he cant lug that around he has a small bottle of never empty lavender oil.

Diavolo - his late mothers brooch. He keeps it pinned on him whenever possible, or carefully placed in a box in his bedroom, in a locked compartment, which he Barbatos always hold the key for. It makes him feel more connected to her, thus more confident when hes made to speak to other nobels.

Barb - another pair of white gloves. He has never stained his gloves, but likes to know he has the safety net of another pair in case anything happens.

Mephistopheles - his boots. You cannot tell me this man does not have killer cowboy boots he wears ALL the time.

Simeon - a white feather, from Lucifer before he fell. He keeps it well hidden and taken care of, often writing with it on his desk as a source of inspiration.

Luke - his bag. He takes it with him everywhere and is fiercely protective of it. He likes to keep his cookbook and other recipes he has yet to write into it stored there.

Raphael - his spear is a given, but also a small cloth he uses to polish the head throughout the day. Taking it away is a death sentence.

Solomon - he has a little spinny gadget he attatches to his belt. Idk where he got it from. I dont think he remembers where its from. But he enjoys spinning it. It serves no function.

Thirteen - she loves her scythe, but its a cool rock. She was lonely for a very long time, ok? She found a very shiny rock with quartz in it, and she keeps it in her pocket. She sometimes talks to it when she needs to vent.

Masterlist

[fisherrprince]

do you have more thoughts on keyblade fighting that you need to put somewhere, because i have two hands ready to catch Should The Need Arise

anon: hey I heard you mention you’d analysed the combat styles in KH and what you said in the tags was already alluding to really neat stuff, but I for one would love to hear more of what you came up with!! so if you ever wanted to share any of your analysis then the floor is yours

aHAH, MY EXCUSE!!

Okay, so first some words on “standardized wielding styles”. These are styles shared by Terra, Aqua, Vanitas, Riku, and Xehanort and every other scala and daybreak kid. I will make the argument that the red style is the fanciest standard style, while the purple is seen often to make it easier on the little chibi sprites. BUT, I cannot discredit Eraqus, who uses the purple variant in bbs, nor can I discredit half of the Foretellers (Gula and Ava, at least, use this. Invi and Aced use the first type). So, two standard styles. For simplicity, let’s say one for primary offense, one for primary defense. The standard offensive style really wasn’t popular before Scala-era society.

check this difference out, specifically between ava invi and gula:

then between eraqus, hermod, and xehanort, and eraqus and terra.

These two were likely popularized and standardized for education in Scala ad Caelum for their predominant lack of obvious weak spots.

After this, we have unique styles. Those include Sora Kairi and Xion’s (similar to standard defense, but more mobile at the expense of form — Kairi takes after Sora but less confident, she hasn’t been hit that heavily yet), Ven’s (backhand, heavy range and mobility), Roxas’ (modified for two keyblades, but takes after Sora), and Axel’s (taught himself, comfortable with chakrams).

So! Let’s go.

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Standard (offensive)

All styles have sub-variations, of a sense. Different wielders can choose where their keyblade points, and how they hold it exactly, based on what makes them most comfortable. Terra and Aqua point theirs downward, while Vanitas and Riku hold theirs above their head. What is recognizeable to this style is a hand for the sword, and a hand for guarding/blocking/items/magic.

It’s incredibly efficient. With only one hand on the weapon, you not only free up a hand for other things, but increase your range of movement with said weapon. Test it out yourself! The keyblade hand is always your dominant hand, held behind you for increased power when attacking (since you lose a significant amount of it by choosing not to grip with both hands). This style also decreases the speed of the defense you have, but with that increased mobility and swing power, along with a hand free to brace against the keyblade (defense strength up!), it makes up for it. Many people who use this also have strong barrier spells — both a testament to their preference for coverage and an acknowledgement that any directional block will take a little longer and be weaker if they try it with one hand.

The pointy end, though. What difference does it actually make, the height it’s at?

I think it’s half a matter of attack style preference and half intention. Riku, Vanitas, and Xehanort stab quite a bit. Aqua and Terra slice more. Not that they don’t do both, but it’s the first instinct. Aqua and Terra are also likely taught to hold their keyblade neutrally, in a safe position, until someone starts attacking. It’s polite! Eraqus also holds his one-handed, neutrally, until he gets into position. Riku and Vanitas learned to fight assuming everyone was out to fight them. Invi and Aced may like this style because of range (i hc she’s blind and strikes very very quickly, and he’s already very powerful with just the one arm and wants better motion).

and on character specifics: Terra often switches to two-handed, to copy his dad and add extra power to his hits without always sacrificing the empty hand. Vanitas likely was forced to relearn how to fight, as instead of solely being trained to be better at withstanding, he was constantly being made to better his own attacks. The moves Xehanort uses would best be replicated in the same style. Vanitas is wild for holding the massive spiky x-blade like that.

Now, what‘s good on this style does not correlate to what’s bad in the other. The two standard styles simply have different ways of dealing with each con they create or taking advantage of each pro.

(Here’s an interesting side note — Gula uses standard defensive, but in this instance, swaps. One hand… likely to display confidence! Wrong move, but hey. He got cocky. He’s also doing it wrong, and swaps back to two-handed to take Aced’s attack.)

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Standard (defensive)

The main detriment of this style is the lack of ease of long range movement. Hold a wrapping paper tube out in front of you with both hands, then run. It goes to the side, or tucks in to your stomach, right? Dodge. Your legs will get in the way unless you know where to move that sword. It requires, interestingly, a little more discipline. You’d think Aqua would like that, but no, she wants movement and practicality, and she loves magic, and remember that you must take a hand off this style to grab a potion. You’d think young Eraqus wouldn’t, but remember that he’s a fancy royal lad.

The main draw, though, is tankiness, readiness, and power. You don’t need to move as much if nothing dares hit you! Ava and Gula might be attracted to this style because they’re not as physically strong, but want protection in close-quarters fighting. Using this style when your muscles aren’t as big but you still want to Hit Things Good, or when you want to be a boy you can’t knock over with a pail of water (horse stance rules), is probably solid advice.

Traditionally, this is a lot less like fencing, and a lot more like a samurai sword or kendo. Your blade is held in front of you, giving you very easy access to blocks and frontal attack/defense. In losing some twirly spinniness, you gain power and minimize your opponent’s ability to parry and block.

you gotta dodge master Eraqus so mcuh

All styles will swap between one and two hands for different moves. Eraqus, notably, swaps to a stance very similar to Xehanort when channeling a metric ton of magic.

Both of these styles require a degree of upper body/core strength, as does all swordfighting. I would be interested to see someone whose keyblade style relies on leg strength.

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Sora, Xion, and Kairi

please look at the difference between the foretellers’ or eraqus’ two-handed grip and Sora’s. Do this with your shoulders and a top-heavy object.

They’re both in a hard stance, but hon. What are you, a gremlin? Anyways, a traditionally taught master would have… better form, even if it’s harder to learn at first. It’s habitual. Sora nearly crouches, and holds his keyblade back-pointed with two hands, which makes it easier for him to dodge roll, push off his feet quickly, and pull off those spinning combos he loves. It‘s really gonna hurt his muscles, in the future, though, since he’s doing a squat for like…. hours. Pulling on those shoulderblades and neck. Xion, too. Replicas had better have correct muscle dynamics. Kairi is brand new, so… maybe Aqua can teach her how to hold a sword so it doesnt hurt you.

Okay, now look at the grip itself. Held in front versus held to the side-back. They’re really attempting to combine both standard styles subconsciously, giving themselves more attack power while really wanting to keep that hard defensive parry, wanting to prevent all attacks to the front while also wanting mobility. It’s working for them really well, they fight like an anime character, and manage to get the best of both, with a minor sacrifice of length range that they don’t care about. We’re flexible and full of magic, baby! Holding the blade like this makes it pretty easy to let go with one hand without sacrificing that crouched defense position.

Now, Sora, specifically, is very adaptive. He’s had two keyblades, claws, guns, yo-yos, and a giant shield, to name a couple. He retains a bit of that alert crouch no matter where he goes, but Sora knows how he wants to attack and how to balance that with the most effective way to use his current weapon. He’s a smart kid! Sora has the most ridiculous shotlocks, which are also probably due to not always wanting to go standard for it. He also prefers to keep his focus on the enemy, which is evident in his reprisals and lack of very many effective “escape” moves.

Xion is very similar to Sora, but she does have some moves that are all movement. She switches to one handed for strikes a lot — using two for defending, one for smacking. In her data battle I’d swear some of those heavy hits are claymore-like. But anyways, since we’re magic, Xion cares not for the laws of exhaustion, and will ping about as a ball of light everywhere. Short range? Up in your business. Mid-range? In your business with one hand. Long range? Throws a boomerang. Hit her? No you dont. Ball of light. She’s above you and wants to bash your head in. (Vanitas also does this! A lot. It’s an easy way to catch someone off-guard. I’ll argue that the soras are very tough and strong, but not tanky. they want to avoid being hit a lot)

Another interesting note about Kairi. I say “unconfident” not because she doesn’t hit hard, but because her stance is also often tilted back, ready to dodge. It’s two handed, but almost all her moves are one. She does love spinning and throwing the thing! It looks like she’s been taking notes from the wielders she knows. It would be easy to teach her a standard style, I think. See here, she lets go on the strike, and by trying to do both, actually ends up with an advantage (being confusing) and disadvantage (losing both the power of two handed and versatility of one handed).

A counter to Sora and Xion is difficult to pin down. Time? Probably. Lack of heating pads. Something that takes all their attention is about the only way to get a sneak attack in, and then you have to hit hard. A counter to Kairi would be anyone who can knock her off balance. She needs a sturdier stance. .

Roxas

Roxas is interesting. He takes after Sora for the one blade. Wielding two, however, nets him a totally different way of fighting. Roxas’ clavicle muscles n… deltoids and stuff must be Ironclad. Also, two handed means you are very fast and sharp all the time. He has the advantage of standard defense (horse stance), and the advantage of offense (range of one sword, but twice).

Roxas generally attacks in two ways — simultaneous hits, and follow-up hits. Either he hits with both at once, or hits hard with the first one, and adds the second one as a bonus smack. He can attack by hitting in opposite directions with the two, like a drum, but that will be a little awkward and leave him prone to being tangled. That established, the follow-up hit method means he spins a bunch. As do we all.

Roxas gets a little complicated because we are not in the real world. We have magic and turning into light and physics that let you become a circular saw. So, typically, disadvantages would include: being unable to let go of a weapon to grab something or use an item, having just a very big silhouette to attack on, having difficulty with close-range attacks because Oathkeeper and Oblivion are kinda long, and convenience. Roxas gets to dodge #1 (keyblades can be unsummoned) and #4 (keyblades can be unsummoned). Speaking of dodging, he also gets to skirt the difficulty of dodging and rolling with two swords because he turns into a beam of light. But he can’t dodge how difficult it is to use two swords effectively — he needs to concentrate on fighting, and nothing else, or he risks messing up. He has to be very, very coordinated, and undistracted. Luckily he’s pretty good at making his opponents shut up, most of the time. Blocking is another thing — theoretically his blocks could be strong, but Roxas has no real brace: crossing your blades and taking a hefty stab might smack one of them back into your face. He mostly uses reversals and dodges, because of this.

The takeaway to this is Roxas is built for speed and power, and he is very strong. He’s a mid- to far- range fighter who if you’re not careful can snap you in half if you’re too close (be SO careful of that cross blade scissor).

A perfect counter to Roxas would be a tank that can grapple, and also be very distracting. If you can take hits, be talkative, and get close enough to stop his blades, you have a chance.

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Ventus

This is a bizarre choice, my guy, but I get it.

Backhanded weapons are very impractical for a lot of... attacking, mainly in mid-range combat, and Ven likes to either fight very close or throw the keyblade like a boomerang (and hey, backhand gives it a good whip for throwing). His attacks aren’t meant to one hit KO, but they do come with a bit of power to them, especially on the backslash. Like holding a knife for gouging. It’s for very close defense — pretty good when Wayward Wind and Missing Ache have hooks.

Backhand also, while retaining that empty hand for potions and guarding, gives you an extreme coverage boost. By which I mean Ven’s sword hand now has a nearly 270 degree sweep of “I see you, don’t touch me”, very quickly, based on just flicking his wrist. It sacrifices a ton of strength/sturdiness, but you don’t need that if you’re dodging. You also don’t really need to block, which is slower, but relatively sturdy when Ven does it, as he blocks with mostly the chunky hilt between crossed arms. He sacrifices (again) a bit of strength for coverage — an attack would hurt his arms, not his chest, if he were hit head-on.

His attacks often have him flip the blade around in his hand, too. Quick swaps between standard moves and backhand ones. Basically, Ventus is built for moving, protecting himself, and quick attacks that wear down the enemy, not outclass it. Likely because he’s good at fighting, but everyone he’s fought hits harder than he can! It doesn’t matter how he holds it, getting hit will hurt. So he just. Doesn’t. He’s not a buff little guy — but he is a persistent one. Ven very likely made this up on his own, in Daybreak, and it was too hard to fix his whole style, but it was enough to correct most of his form so he doesn’t hurt himself too much. He is going to have to really stretch that shoulder and wrist (maybe get a brace), though. At least his neck is ok. … not sure about his knees tho dang boy that crouch

A perfect counter to Ven would be someone big and fast, who hits hard mid-range. He’s already been sparring with Terra, though, so when in doubt, try scruffing him?

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Axel

Theres not a ton to say about him — he‘s not a swordfighter. He uses his keyblade like it’s a frisbee. Because that’s what he’s used to! His neutral is behind his back on his shoulder, which is terrible for readiness, but okay for chucking the thing. It’s good it has a sort of… ripstik like… boomerang quality.

Axel’s fighting style is completely made up, like most of the self-taught wielders’. His strengths lie in some of the benefits of standard offensive style (one-handed), and some of the same coverage stuff as Ven, having a cocked wrist most of the time so no one can sneak up around him without risking getting whacked very quickly, and having an interesting range due to the pointy end being basically on a spinny swivel wherever his hand moves. He’s not going to be good at close-range and he knows it — his attacks are mostly distance. And the guy has ZERO defense, combined with zero coverage when idle, so it’s for the better.

Distance-wise, though, he rocks. Treating the blade like it’s a flaming throwing weapon means his idle is actually great for sudden flick-tossing and attention-guiding for sneakier attacks, and his stance itself (…nonexistent) serves a different purpose: bait. Basically a big "come hit me". Fun, when you have a lot of fire magic and two friends who are beasts and love to take advantage of a distracted enemy — distance on the blade, proximity on the burning.

A perfect counter to Axel would be someone pinging around very close <—> very far and circling him incessantly. Like, data Xion could wreck him, as he has to wait for the boomerang to come back -- he no longer has two spinny wheels. Also someone with water magic.

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SO! In conclusion! Having a teacher who teaches you correct sword usage rather than instinct may detract from overspecific styles that benefit you most but leave weak spots, but your muscles and your oversights will thank you. Everyone is glad we have the power of the Mouse and anime on our side.

Keep in mind again that I have done cursory research, and have had minimal actual sword instruction, I am not an expert and this is all for fun anyways :]

[bunnymedley]

some highlights:

genji ran at us and i just twirled my fidget spinner to pin him against the wall unable to go anywhere until i stuck my javelin thru him to finish him off

lucio tried to bump me away so i leaped off a ledge and threw the javelin straight through his head

bulldozed mei with my spinny spin then shot her

just went feral as orisa again and got potg

[spoupy-mogai]

୭̥⋆*｡ punkfascic

˗ ˏ ˋ punkfascic: [punk-faz-kick] a gender in which ones special interest in punk subculture influences/is their gender.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

[image 1: a four striped flag with the following colors: hot pink, navy, bluish grey, light black.] [image 2: the same as image 1, but with translucent stitches between each stripe.] [image 3: the same as image 2, but with two interlocking safety pin graphics]

˗ ˏ ˋ PRONOUNS TO GO WITH PUNKFASCIC:

→ punk/punkself

→ stim/stimmy/stimmyself

→ patch/patchself

→ pin/pinself

→ f^g/f^ggot/f^ggotself (a)

→ spike/spikey/spikeyself

→ spin/spinny/spinnyself

→ tear/tearself

→ 🧷/🧷

→ 🧱/🧱

→ 🖤/🖤

˗ ˏ ˋ coin and flag by me // carrd

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

[kakitysax]

Hey Tumble Dot

So I have Dilemma (and apparently grammar is off to preserve ram again we stan nonverbal weirdness)

MMmmmmmm PINS

Shiny shiny pins. Enamel pins. Num num enamel like teeth haha bite bite click

No I would not bite the pins. If I had them. The problem is!!! I do not have them!

I want many pins. So many pins. I will be dragon with pin hoard. Clicky clicky shiny pins bite bite ew no bite ruin the pins ;-;

YES but see. Where pins GO???

No pokey holes. Poke poke. Poke into clothes. Holes in my clothes ;-; Tiny but they are there ooooh they are there. Like swiss cheese for ants they are there and I can see them with my autistic eyes.

STATIONARY is essential. Stationary pin place. Pins do not move with any regularity.

But backpack ;-; NO.

Pins are good for backpack. Other way around. Backpack good for pins. Cheap pins. Round pins. Plastic coin pins that spin on their backs. Have spinny pins on backpack already, plans for more.

But enamel shiny hoard needs VISIBLE. Needs FRONT. For fiddling with autistic fingers.

hmmm lanyard. GRRR HATE NECK. Necky wrappy things. Necklace. Despise Kill with Fire

Overcoat?

Coats have stiff sleeves and my body doesNOT like them.

OVER coat. For hoodies. Everyday hoodies. All purpose overcoat. Good for all of my genders. And for storing pins.

Yeeessss

Dilemma is tentatively resolved. Open to suggestions.

[caffiend-queen]

In Flight

A Bucky A/B/O for the MCU Dark Marvel Library Kink Challenge

In which a stubborn Beta at Stark Tower meets James Buchanan Barnes. A different kind of Alpha. This is the first chapter - more smut and the second chapter up tomorrow. Dedicated to @imanuglywombat​ - my Queen of Lumberjack Steve porn.

The only possible upside of working in this ludicrously tall tower - this testament to Tony Stark’s ego - was the view from your office window. Stark Tower soared above any other building in New York City and there were times on rainy days where you could see the actual cloud layer between rain and sunshine. 

And then, there were the birds. So many- you were used to the standard pigeon population Manhattan was infamous for, but up here on the 131st floor, just a floor below Tony’s vast, incomprehensibly huge penthouse, it was like Wild freaking Kingdom. You’d taken to leaving a window open on your computer to an online birding guide. You'd seen Yellow-tailed hawks, then a dark, beautiful falcon tore past your window in his pursuit of a panicked robin. Once you'd stopped everything, pen dropping from your limp hand as a golden wave of finches flowed and fluttered in an exquisite, cyclonic pattern, dancing with the wind before reforming and sailing past. 

Tony walked in during that episode. “Okay, Bird Girl, what’s up?”

You were too excited to be professional. “Did you see that, Tony! Omigod, did you? It was like a tornado of finches - I’m sure they were finches - but golden and they were so … wow.” Looking up, you could see your boss struggling to keep a grin off his goateed face. 

“Is this some kink I’ve never heard of? Because you’re really into birds. Really, really into them.”

You spluttered a bit in embarrassment. “You don’t have to turn everything sexual, ‘New York’s Most Notorious Bachelor.’” After the  New York Post  luridly branded him, you’d actually had the title engraved on a wall plaque and affixed next to his office doors. “I just … like birds. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Unperturbed, your boss threw himself into one of the big, spinny chairs in front of your desk. You’d had to call in every one of the Avengers at one time or another for hours of discussion involving their Role in Society and How Their Actions Affected Their Public Image. You’d learned early that the more comfortable they were, the longer you could pin them down. “Is this some kind of a beta thing?” he asked, spinning to face you with a wink before spinning again. 

You chose to ignore his cheeky nod to your designation, which was none of his goddamned business, thank you very much. You’d been mistaken several times for an alpha, and more than once as an omega, but never as a beta. 

 “Really?” A response from the standard Bar Dude. “You look so much hotter than that.”

Or…

“You just need a firm hand to show you your place, little Omega.” The last asshole who tried that line on you ended up with a broken wrist.

 “There’s nothing wrong with being a beta,” you said crossly, tired of this endless argument with your boss. He refused to believe your designation and was constantly badgering you to let Dr. Banner draw some of your blood. It took handing in your resignation to stop the hounding.

“Yeah, okay,” Tony agreed, leaving you to draw a sigh of relief. “Anyway, you might wanna pop a Xanax because there’s a new kid in town. Shining up this one’s image is like polishing a tur-”

“Don’t be gross,” you scolded, “who are we talking about?”

With his typical speed when excited, your boss had you out of your chair and standing by the helipad, hand trying to hold down your skirt while the other covered your eyes. The helicarrier was descending with a majestic grace, and when the hatch slid up, Tony announced at the top of his voice, “Laaaadies and Geennnntlemen! Live from an eighteen-month engagement at Wakanda Resort and Casino, it’s the Chrome-armed Commando! The Machiavellian Marine! The Mysterious Mercenary! The Gorgeous Guerilla! The Scrumptious Soldier!”

By now, Steve Rogers was walking down the ramp, followed by a man equally as tall and wide as the Captain, with shoulders so broad you weren’t sure they’d fit into the elevator together.

Tony was still talking. “Everybody give it up for Sergeant Jaaaames Bucky Baaaarnes!”

Which was how you met Steve’s best friend, the former Winter Soldier, and a man who looked like he’d rather be anywhere but standing in front of you.

You were wishing the same thing. Your neat twist was yanked loose from the propellor blast and your hair was flying around your face. You were pretty sure your skirt had flown up at least once, making you resolve to wear suits with pants for the rest of your life. Peeling away some hair that was plastered to your lipstick, you held out a hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sergeant Barnes."

His head was down, you could see thick, dark hair tumbling over his face and brushing his shoulders, but he looked up at the sound of your voice. His eyes. Oh, god those beautiful eyes, blue like an October sky over a cornfield, like your Grandma in Oklahoma used to say. “Just Barnes,” he muttered, “I’m not military anymore.”

“Of, of course,” you backtracked hastily, “I-”

Steve thankfully intervened. “Buck, this is the public relations director for the Avengers. She keeps us looking good-” There was a loud snort from Tony. “-she tries to keep us out of trouble.” He introduced the two of you and you uncomfortably let your hand drop to your side when Barnes showed no interest in taking it.

The elevator ride back down was deeply uncomfortable as Tony kept up a round of jokes and innuendo you only half understood.  Must be an alpha thing,  you thought. Because no matter what else there was to discover about the mysterious Soldier, he was  definitely an alpha. Extracting a promise from Steve and his silent friend to have a meeting tomorrow to craft an image for Bucky, you left them to get settled.

It was another late night. The fifth one this week but you swore that every time these people went out, something either exploded or caught on fire or both. The team’s latest addition was actually your smallest headache. Bucky was an excellent fighter, got the job done with a minimum of damage and rescued both Sam and Clint from a collapsing wall, giving you great “hero” material to work with. He just … never talked to you. He avoided being around you if possible and it was really beginning to do a number on your self-esteem. Jokingly lifting your arm and taking a little sniff, you wondered, “Do I smell?”

Just as you looked up, the golden light from the setting sun through your window suddenly went pitch black. Just for half a second, a single blink of the eye, the slightest whisper of air like wings stroking against the glass before the sunlight was streaming through the gigantic panel again.

“What the hell…” you stood hastily, walking over to the window and looking out in both directions. “What kind of bird was that?”

 The quick flash of those massive wings had to be the cause of your dream that night. A carnal dream. An erotic as fuck dream with you coiled around James Bucky Barnes and his massive arms and legs surrounding you, holding you tight in his embrace as you rolled and fell through the air. Not screaming downward like a skydiver, more … like flying? Twisting and rolling and wrestling playfully with each other. Nipping and kissing and every now and then the slightest hint of a sharp fang peeked from his full lips. Oh, and you were both naked and he was just as beautiful as you’d imagined he was. Hugely muscled, broad chest and shoulders, long, long legs with massive thighs - you had your legs wrapped around one thigh, your suddenly heated center rubbing against the spectacular musculature there. You both writhed and rubbed against each other as you watched the ground grow closer. “Bucky!” you gasped, “Alpha! We’re close, we’re-”

Just before you came on Bucky’s thigh and got smashed flat against the pavement, you woke up. Because dreams were like that. A total fucking buzzkill, you thought sadly.

You saw the shadow across your window again the next day, and the next. Always in the evening when the flash of massive wings would make the breath catch in your throat. Tony started calling you Bird Girl again when he found your search history full of queries about “raptors with gigantic black wings.” You started bringing your evening box of takeout to the roof of the tower, nibbling on wontons or breadsticks while you paced the perimeter of the structure, looking for some massive bird that would make those winged shadows make sense.

Which is how you found Bucky. He was seated comfortably by the gigantic heating-cooling units, always alive with a low buzz. He was drinking a beer and watching something intently.

“Oh! Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you, I’ll just go-”

Those mesmerizing, keen eyes watched you. “Are you here to see the eagles?”

Your jaw dropped. “Eagles? Where? What kind? I’ve seen a Golden around here, or is it-” Bucky moved to the left, revealing a nest so voluminous that you wondered how you’d missed it. “Oh, my god!” you whispered feverishly, “Bald eagles! Oh, that’s- I never thought I’d see one in the wild!” You both looked around the rooftop, redolent with the smells of the city and laughed a little. Going to your knees and ignoring the gravel, you crooned, “Hello, mama. You’re so beautiful.” The bird’s wingspan was at least six feet across, and she had her feathers spread protectively over her eggs, staring you in the eye. You looked at each other in silence, but the intelligence in her eyes… after a moment, she drew those massive wings back in and settled herself. You felt a displacement of air as powerful wings soared over you both and the male landed next to his mate. “Bald eagles … they mate for life, you know,” you offered, instantly cringing at how dumb that sounded.

Bucky didn’t draw away like he usually did, settling back on his heels and resting those substantial arms on his knees. “They do. Do you know how they mate?”

“No?” You were utterly still, barely breathing.  Bucky was talking to you.

“They…” he cleared his throat, looking out over the city. “They find each other, the male and the female, and the courtship takes place while they’re flying. If the female agrees, the male locks talons with her and they…” Bucky looked at your wide eyes, lips half parted and he couldn’t avoid it any longer. “They mate,” he continued, “flying and rolling through the air, lunging and playing while they lock together. They start high up, in the upper air currents and let the winds carry them for a while, but then as they clutch tighter together, mating, coming together, they begin to fall to earth, feathers flying everywhere in their wake…” Bucky’s head turned, and those vivid eyes were looking into yours. “As they plunge closer and closer, talons still locked, the mated pair find their finish and separate just before hitting the ground. The female is fertilized and they care for the eggs together, the male watching over his mate and their hatchlings.”

It was your dream. Your dream exactly except with Bucky. Not eagles, but flying, soaring and spiraling as you were joined together. “That’s…” your voice croaked and you tried again. “It’s beautiful.”

Bucky leaned closer. Not by much, but he smelled so good, like cut grass, the garden at your Gran’s after it rained, a sharp bite of copper, a tang of something lush and herbal. Your lashes fluttered and for the first time in your goddamned life, you felt it, an ache between your legs, damp skin and the feeling of blood thrumming through your veins. An embarrassing yearning for this beautiful, dark man. You sucked in one more deep, fortifying breath of his scent, unaware that your pupils had exploded, making your eyes nearly black. “Thank you for showing me the eagles,” you said in a small voice, “I … I have paperwork to finish so I’ll just… Goodnight, Bucky.”

You were halfway to the elevator when you heard it. “Goodnight, Aerouant.”

 The next day was one of your least favorite every month. The full moon. It meant every alpha in the goddamned tower was useless. Completely useless as they swayed in the power of the lunar lure. There would be a transformation: the powerful alphas, their submissive omegas embracing their wolf forms. Not every alpha or omega could shapeshift, very few in fact. But of course, the Avengers could. They’d take off and you knew there was a meeting place in upstate New York where they’d all run together with others. Alpha and omega others. You were a beta, so there was no place for you, and you didn’t need one. But still, something in you ached when you saw Bucky joining them- Steve, Tony, Dr. Banner, Clint and Natasha, a joking Sam as they piled into the helicopter. You had your birding app pulled up on your phone and snacks. You’d stay up all night if you had to but you were going to find the bird that matched those gargantuan wings. “Have fun,” you forced a smile, “don't do anything that requires me to issue a press release.”

“Have fun, Bird Girl,” grinned Tony, and you pushed up your reading glasses with your middle finger before the helicopter door slammed shut. 

The full moon was majestic. One of the biggest of the year and you found yourself talking to the bald eagles in between bites of your burrito. “I read something once that claimed that bald eagles had the closest genetic comparison to a dragon,” you confided. “I believe in them, you know. Dragons.” You pulled out the medallion from under your shirt, the one you always wore. The female eagle was watching you again. “I’m Irish, my Gran’s from the old country and told me so many stories before she died. This is her necklace.” It was a simple silver disc that contained a beautiful, tiny representation of a Celtic dragon circled in on itself. “We Celts believe that dragons are guardians, powerful protectors. In fact, the word is from Greek, it means 'to see clearly'.” You smiled at the eagle, and she tilted her white head slightly. 

 For fuck’s sake, it was like when you were six and determined to stay up on Christmas Eve and finally see Santa Claus, but of course, you fell asleep. Apparently nothing changed as an adult, you thought bitterly, rubbing your eyes. It was still night - early morning really - and the bloated moon bathed the entire roof of the tower with a silvery glow. So when those colossal wings blotted out the light, you leapt to your feet, gasping. It was…

You stumbled back, falling on your ass and still staring. A dragon. An actual fucking dragon, like your Gran always swore was real. Black as pitch, as midnight, but when it spread its immense wings, fragile light from the city glittered over the silver, metallic belly and the underside of the wings. It circled twice, you still on your ass and staring upwards, breath hitching in your chest. And then it swooped down toward you, smaller and smaller until it was the dark figure of Bucky walking toward you. “Wh- what the actual f- fuck is…?”

The only thing that could have made the Soldier look smaller was the dragon. Bucky knelt in front of you. “Fly with me.”

“Wh- are you serious?” you were backing away, crablike, still staring at him as your arms and legs scuttled backward. He held out a single, immense hand. His hair was falling from his man-bun and into his eyes, but you could see the humor there. Knowing you were clearly fucking insane and would probably wake up under some 72-hour hold tomorrow, you reached out, linking your fingers with his. Bucky gently pulled you into his arms, surrounding you and cradling your ass, lifting you to perch on his hip like a toddler.

“Hold on.”

You screamed when he ran and lightly leaped off the edge of the roof, waiting for the inevitable plunge that you knew would take a long time to fall, probably enough time to scream and scream, then take a breath and scream again before dashing your brains into pudding on the pavement. And then you were soaring, his body growing even harder and the powerful beating of his wings jolting you. But Bucky’s immense arms were still wrapped around you securely. When you looked up at the path of the moon, you could see glittery bits of something - scales? Feathers? Fluttering after you. “How is this- Bucky, what are-”

“Shhhh…” his voice was deep, sibilant and no longer entirely human as he whispered in your ear. “You’re safe with me, Omega."

This is best read while listening to the song that inspired it- “Feel Good” from Illenium, Gryffin and Daya.

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Are you able to post what stim toys you have with the names, pictures, and where you got them when you have time?

HOO BOY STRAP IN

This is Sherbet! I got her at the fountain of youth in St. Augustine.

My Simpl Dimpl, fidget spinner, GIANT tangle, and dice! Got at a local education store with many stim toys (the dice were from a nearby game shop).

Coins! From various places

Dollar store mini slinky!

Safe space pin from Hot Topic!

Vending machine mini spinner and duck FROM A SELF PLAYING CRANE MACHINE THAT WON THEM 🤯

Ebay/Amazon fidgets! Pea pod popper, spinning cube, PICASSO THE FIDGET CUBE, spinny top, SPINBALL, and magnet rings!