#that last one is really fucking funny to me

[tqlepatia]

⋆ - 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

#.ex!toxic sevika, love triangle, mild violence and emotional manipulation

- part one. part two. part three.

Sevika was fuming.

She stalked through the dimly lit streets of Zaun, her jaw clenched so tight it ached. Four days. Four days of stewing in her own anger, of replaying that damn conversation in her head, babette was living in her head now, repeating that damn words, again, again, again and again

"she's busy sevika, with grayson"

Grayson.

Fucking Grayson.

The woman had no damn business being here. She was Piltover through and through, too clean, too proper, too used to getting what she wanted. And what she wanted now, apparently, was you.

Sevika knew it the moment she saw her, standing too close, that infuriating smirk on her face. She had seen the way Grayson watched you, the way she talked to you, how she hears your moans at the other side of the wall of the brothel while she walk in to search another girl, It made Sevika’s blood boil.

So, when she finally found Grayson leaning against the bar in one of Zaun’s more upscale dens, nursing a drink like she belonged there, Sevika didn’t bother with pleasantries.

"You should go back to Piltover, Sheriff," Sevika growled, stepping into Grayson’s space, making it clear she wasn’t in the mood for games. "They have brothels there too, don’t they?"

Grayson chuckled confidently, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. "They do," she said, taking a deliberate sip, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But none of them have her."

Sevika’s fists clenched. She could feel the familiar itch of violence crawling up her spine, urging her to swing, to grab Grayson by that uniform and shove her against the bar. Instead, she exhaled sharply through her nose.

"She doesn’t belong to you," Sevika snarled.

Grayson raised an eyebrow. "No? Funny, because last I checked—" she leaned in, voice dropping low "—she's doesn't belong to you neither, not anymore."

Sevika froze.

That, that, hit deeper than she was willing to admit.

She had known things between you had fallen apart, but to hear it so plainly, from Grayson of all people, made something ugly twist in her gut.

Grayson tilted her head, watching her reaction. "What’s wrong, Sevika? Thought you could ruin her, toss her aside, and no one else would ever want her?" Her lips curved into a slow smirk. "Hate to break it to you, but she's too damn hot to pass up."

Sevika’s patience snapped.

She grabbed Grayson’s collar, dragging her in close, their noses nearly touching. The tension was razor-sharp, the air crackling with the unspoken challenge between them.

"Stay the fuck away from her."

Grayson didn’t flinch. If anything, her smirk widened. "Or what? You gonna lose her again?"

That was the thing about Grayson. She didn’t need to throw a punch to land a hit.

Sevika let go, shoving her back with a sneer. She turned on her heel, stalking away before she did something really stupid.

Grayson’s voice followed her.

"Better move fast, sweetheart." A pause. "Wouldn’t want me to get there first."

Sevika didn’t stop.

Four days had passed since Sevika's encounter with Grayson, but the fury hadn't subsided. If anything, it had only intensified. Her mind kept replaying that moment over and over, each time with a deeper ache. She should have done something more, something to teach Grayson a lesson, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it wasn’t Grayson she was mad at. It was herself.

She had let you slip away. Her. The one person she had let herself care about in years. And now Grayson, of all people, was circling around you like a fucking lion, and Sevika could do nothing but watch.

It was late afternoon when Sevika found herself on the outskirts of Zaun, heading to the last drop, a frequent place to her. Her fists were still tight at her sides, the weight of her emotions weighing on her chest. She wasn’t sure whether it was the stress of the past few days, or the feeling of helplessness that gnawed at her, but something felt off.

And then she saw it.

A shadow slipped between the drunk mans, and her instincts kicked in. Her hand shot to the side, grabbing the hilt of a knife she always carried.

But when the figure stepped into the dim light, Sevika froze.

It was you.

"Sevika…" Your voice was soft, almost hesitant, but she could feel the tension in the air, the way you were holding back.

Her jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here?"

You hesitated for a moment, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "I needed to see you."

Sevika’s heart skipped a beat, her defenses crumbling just a fraction. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected you to seek her out.

"What the hell do you want, huh?" Sevika growled, stepping forward to close the space between you. Her anger was still there, simmering under the surface, but now it was laced with confusion. Was it anger at you? At Grayson? At herself?

"I—I need to understand," you said, your voice wavering. "I need to know what happened between us."

Sevika’s eyes flickered away, her gaze hardening. She didn’t want to talk about this, not now. "We don’t need to do this."

But you weren't backing down. "I do." Your voice cracked with a rawness she hadn’t heard before. "I need to know if there’s any chance left. If we can fix this. Can we?"

Sevika’s breath caught. Her heart ached at the vulnerability in your words, but she knew—she knew deep down—that she was too broken for anything between you to be fixed. She was too lost in her own demons to ever give you what you deserved.

But you were still standing there, looking at her like you wanted answers, like you still saw something in her worth saving.

"Please," you whispered, and she almost felt herself melt when you looked at her with those big bambi eyes

Sevika wanted to say so many things. She wanted to tell you that she cared, that she hadn’t meant for things to spiral this way, that she wanted nothing more than to hold you and tell you everything would be okay. But the words wouldn’t come. She was too tangled in her own emotions, too lost in the anger and regret that clouded her mind.

"You’re better off without me," Sevika muttered, stepping back, unwilling to meet your eyes. "You deserve more than this, more than me"

But before you could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the shadows. Grayson’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"Seems like I got here just in time," she said with that damn smug grin plastered on her face.

Sevika’s heart sank, her fists clenching again, rage bubbling up once more.

"Stay away from her, Grayson," Sevika growled, turning to face the woman she had been avoiding for days.

Grayson held up her hands, feigning innocence. "I’m just here to check on my new… friend." She winked at you, ignoring Sevika’s glare entirely.

You stepped forward, your gaze flickering between them. "I don’t need either of you to fight over me, its fucking stupid and childish."

"Don’t listen to her," Sevika snapped, her anger rising once again, but not at you. Not at the idea of you being with Grayson. At herself, for being too damn dumb to let you slip through her fingers.

But Grayson wasn’t finished. "You know," she said, her voice laced with condescension, "I’m really starting to think you’re just too late, Sevika."

Before Sevika could snap back, you spoke again, your voice quiet but firm. "Enough."

The word hung in the air, heavy with the weight of everything that had been left unsaid.

Grayson raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You want to tell me what’s going on here?"

But you turned away from both of them, and you're back to Grayson and Sevika. "I’m done," you said softly, your voice barely audible. "I’m done with all of this."

Sevika’s world tilted, her heart falling into the pit of her stomach.

"You can’t just walk away," Sevika said, her voice cracking with the intensity of her frustration. She reached out, but you didn’t turn back.

"I’m not walking away from anyone," you said, your voice filled with pain. "I’m walking away from both of you."

Sevika watched as you disappeared into the shadows, leaving her standing there with nothing but the echo of your words.

For the first time in days, the anger faded, leaving only a hollow emptiness.

And she knew, deep down, that this was the worst thing she could have done.

❝ For the last part, who stays with the reader? And I may change some things later. I hope y'all are feeling well, angels! Xoxo❞

[larluce]

Another angst merthur AU that occured to me recently.

So remember the 50 First Dates movie? where a girl has short-term memory due to an accident and forgets the boy when she falls asleep, so he resolves to win her over again each new day.

Well, what if Merlin had this condition?

It would be during "The Secret Sharer" chapter when Merlin goes with Gwaine to look for Gaius after Arthur didn't listen to him about Agravaine. In this AU Merlin doesn't get there in time, Gaius dies and, in his rage and sorrow, his magic lashes out and destroys the cave they were in, killing Morgana and Agravaine in the process. Gwaine gets out there in time but Merlin ends up under the rubble, so Gwaine, after trying to dig Merlin out in vain, goes to the citadel to get help.

Arthur and the rest of the knights arrive there as fast as they can and dig for hours. Gwaine doesn't tell Arthur about Merlin's magic, he just says they found Agravaine conspiring with Morgana, that Agravaine killed Gaius and, suddenly, the cave collapsed. Arthur digs more desperatly, filled with guilt and not wanting to accept Merlin is dead. Time passes and they find Morgana's and Agravaine's corpses, but not Merlin's. The knights try to tell his king there's no way Merlin could've survived this, that he's gone, but Arthur won't listen and keeps searching.

Finally, when the sun is about to rise, they find Merlin unconcious, severely injured, but alive, just barely. They take Merlin back to the citadel, but, since they have physician no more, they turn to the druids for medical attention for Merlin. To the surprise of the king, they are more than willing to help his servant.

When Merlin wakes up, the last thing he remembers is his fight with Arthur about Gaius being the traitor and then nothing. Arthur doesn't want Merlin to relive the pain of lossing Gaius, but he must tell him, so he breaks the bad news to his friend. The image of Merlin going from denial to let out a heart-rending cry and finally shouting at him in anger for letting this happen, will forever hunt him. So when Merlin yells at him to leave, he obbeys. The least he could do is spare Merlin from the presence of the person that has failed him.

Some time later. At night. In Merlin's room.

Arthur: (enters, hesitant, walking on eggshells) Hey... Gwaine said you wanted to speak to me.

Merlin: (sitting on his bed, not even looking at him, face neutral and dead inside) ...

Arthur: (heartbroken at seing him like this) I'm so sorry. This is my fault and I will never forgive myself-

Merlin: (deadpans) I'm a sorcerer.

Arthur: ...

Arthur: What?

Merlin: I'm a sorcerer. I have magic.

Arthur: Very funny.

Merlin: (turns to him, serious) Do you see me laughing?

Arthur: (getting nervous) Yo-you can't be a sorcerer. I would know.

Merlin: Just as you knew Gaius was the traitor and Agravaine your so trusted ally.

Arthur: (hurt, because that was a low blow) That's not fair. I know you are grieving but-

Merlin: So you are not going to believe me again then.

Arthur: If you are really a sorcerer. Why tell me this now?

Merlin: (tears forming in his eyes) Because I don't care anymore. About what you'll think of me or what you'll do, or about the fucking destiny, or fate. It's all bullshit.

Arthur: Merlin...

Merlin: (wipes his tears quickly) It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. I just confessed I'm a sorcerer to the king of the kingdom the condems such practice. Do with that information what you must.

Arthur doesn't say anything else, just gets out of the room very conflicted. He talks about what Merlin told him to his knights and, when he sees Gwaine's reaction, he knows Merlin wasn't lying. Arthur feels betrayed, of course, that Merlin has lied to him all this time, but then Gwaine, ultimate Merlin defender, reproaches him "Can you blame him?". And Arthur knows it's true. The one time Merlin has trusted him with something, he has failed him.

And Arthur realises, that's how Merlin wanted him to feel, because that's how he made Merlin feel. He is paying him with the same coin.

Or maybe he is testing him. Seeing what Arthur will do.

Arthur just knows that he can't execute Merlin, he won't, especially after almost lossing him along with Gaius due to his own blindness. So he waits till next morning to tell Merlin that. That he is forgiven and will not be executed, that he's willing to gain his trust, work hard to amend for his mistakes.

The next morning comes, but when Arthur enters the room...

Merlin: (all scared) Arthur! Wha-what happened? Why am I all bandage? Did you find Gaius?

Arthur: (confused) You know what happened. I told you yesterday.

Merlin: What are you talking about? The last thing I remember is that... (gets a bit sad) Is that we fought... (shakes his head) It doesn't matter. I just want to know if you found Gaius.

Arthur:(thinking, eyes wide in horror) Oh, no.

They call the druids again to check on Merlin and they give Arthur and his knights the sad news.

Druid: It seems his mind resets to the moment of your argument everytime he falls asleep. It could be a result of his head concussion, but we fear there's magic into it too.

Arthur: What do you mean there's magic?

Druid: There's a bit of magic encapsulating his brain. It could be some spell Morgana managed to cast on him before the fall or even something instinctual Emrys did to protect himself from the grieve.

Arthur: (hopefully) So you can undo it. Right?

Druid: (shakes his head, sadly) Brain magic is very difficult to cast and even more difficult to uncast. We could try, but that could also lead to a more severe brain damage too. It's too risky. I'm sorry.

Everyone is devasted. Most of all Arthur. He'll have go through watching Merlin suffer his father figure's death and recieve his resentment and hate for it EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Arthur knows he deserves this, but not Merlin. It's just too cruel to have his friend grieve Gaius in a loop and never recover for it.

So Arthur resolves to save Merlin the pain.

Arthur: There was an attack. That's why you are injured.

Merlin: Attack?

Arthur: Morgana. You were right, my uncle was the traitor, not Gaius. I should have believed you.

Merlin: (with fear) Where... where is he?

Arthur: (pauses) Morgana died in the attack, but Agravaine escaped taking Gaius hostage. Don't worry, I have several search parties looking for them.

Merlin: (processes the news in silence for a moment and then tries to stand up) I have to go-

Arthur: (stops him, putting a hand on his shoulder) No, Merlin. You need to recover.

Merlin: But, I have to-

Arthur: I'll take care of this. Without Morgana Agravaine is not that much of a danger and he wouldn't dare harming Gaius knowing that he's the only thing that can guarantee his safety.

Merlin: (still looking doubtful)

Arthur: I'll tell you what. If today we have no news still, you can come with me in the next search party first thing in the morning.

Merlin: (hopeful smile) Really?

Arthur: (painfully smiles back) Yeah.

Merlin: (smiles more brightly) Thank you, Arthur.

Arthur: (tears roll down his eyes, not being able to contain them) No, Merlin. You shouldn't thank me. I... (thinking) I'm the reason you are like this, I'm the reason Gaius is dead. (says) This wouldn't have happened if I had listened to you. You are... hurt and it's my fault.

Merlin: (holds his hand) And you realised your mistake and apologised. You are looking for Gaius now and that's more than enough for me.

Arthur: (his heart breaking more)...

Merlin: (frowns his brow in concern) Now tell me about Morgana. I know it mustn't have been easy for you.

And that's the Merlin he has missed. The one that still cares for him, the one that still view him as a friend.

So Arthur keeps doing this everyday. Sometimes he makes up a new story to justify Gaius' absent. The knights play along, not wanting Merlin to suffer. It's painful, but also bittersweet. At least like this, Merlin can be happy in his ignorance. They can lift the burdens of his shoulders even if it means playing a theater play every single day.

That's all I got now. What do you think?

[gh0stly-mp3]

Hear me out... Lavinho hcs.... Jwudjs just anything lavinho pls I'll take it

Hii! I finally had time to do your suggestion, classes started so I didn't have time for anything. I loveeee Lavinho with all my heart, thank u! I have soo much things in mind

in the brazilian style -> hcs

aka: no jeitinho brazuca de ser

lavinho x gn!reader / lavinho hcs

synopsis: things i imagine lavinho doing as a brazilian in japan + other fun things he'd do in bllk

tags: lavinho hcs, crack/funny, brazilian memes, lavinho having the ultimate brazilian spirit

warnings: words in pt-br (w translation), mature language, don't take anything said personally

a/n: i had so much funny doing this! sending love to all my brazilians out there (i'm from sp, what about ya'll?)

masterlist.

Lavinho would definitely be stared at a lot because he speaks and laughs to loudly, but he seem to don't notice it at all. He'd look at you and go like:

- "Hey, xuxu [cutie]! This city lights are fucking awesome! Those match my hairstyle!"

- "Yeah, they do, but can you be a little quieter, people are staring" - You'd respond

- "Opa [opss], sorry! I forgot that you gringos are too quiet"

He'd get as much souvenirs he could put in his suitcase so he could put all of them in his collection when he got home. He has fridge magnets, keychains, trinkets, etc

He'd complain all the time about the lack of beaches, sun, bars and noise. It pisses him of when he's in Brazil, but he often misses it

Lavinho would also complain about the japanese dress code, where people look at him weirdly for wearing shorts, a t-shirt stuck to the body, chains and rings and a juliet (a type of glasses)

He loves to discover new places in the countries he visits, so he'd beg you to show him the most unusual places in Japan, places where the majority of tourists wouldn't go

He'd go to a bar and start discussing politics with some random people, more specifically, brazilian politics

- "You know, our last election was very fierced, Lula against Bolsonaro. Do you know Bolsonaro?"

- "Uh? Bolsonaro?"

- "Yeah! Say "Foda-se o Bolsonaro [screw/fuck bolsonaro]!"

- "Foda-se Bolsonaro?"

- "YEAH! JUST LIKE THAT!"

Lavinho would talk shit about São Paulo to whoever he could, saying that Rio de Janeiro is way better. And he'd get so angry in the process he'd start speaking in portuguese

- "Lá o céu é cinza, porra! Cinza! Eles não tem praia! Eles são uns fodidos! São Paulo é uma merda! [The sky there is gray! Fucking gray! They don't have beaches! They're arrogant fuckers! São Paulo sucks!]"

Lavinho would occasionally bring up some brazilian thing that no one knows like its the most normal thing ever. Some examples are:

- "Oh, so he's just like Virginia with social midia, got it"

- "This boy Shidou looks like he'd go on Rin just like Datena did to Marçal with that chair. Bam!" - He'd say while immitating Datena

- "Bachira, your friend Isagi looks just like Nazaré Tedesco in that meme"

- "Menó [bro], that goalkeeper looks just like et bilu. That dude is like a folclore creature"

- "You know, I grew up in favela Santa Maria, close to the laje do [slab of] Michael Jackson"

When Barcha starts loosing he yells: "C'mon! Brasileiro não desiste não [brazilians don't give up]!

He constantly mocks the way Ego speaks, doing a poor japanese accent and posing just like him. He'd do the same to Noa, but with a mocking french accent instead

Lavinho would teach each Barcha player how to celebrate their goal in brazilian style, showing them videos of Neymars, Ronaldinhos, Vini Jrs and Gabigol poses

He'd teach his whole team how to sing and dance to his favorite brazilian songs (mostly funk) and would let Bachira wear one of his juliets and take a lot of pics

He wouldn't believe that other countries don't use whatsapp, like, where do you guys even talk? He finds that really weird {i do too}

[smallpwbbles]

I needed to yell about this somewhere and I felt like you would appreciate this: I rewatched the first Sonic movie last night for the first time since I first saw it in theaters and tell me WHY IS IT ACTUALLY GOOD?

Why had I convinced myself it was too cringe to watch again? I love the second movie, but have avoided the first, but it's not cringe? At all??? It's actually really funny and made me laugh? Sonic is just a little lonely meme loving guy??? Maddie and Tom are the most couple ever?

I actually think it was better paced and funnier than the third movie, but that's just me.

Anywho, Movie Sonic is the most little guy ever, you could never make me hate him.

The first movie just has this unmatched vibe that the other two don’t have, like people who call it another James Marsden and a whitty animal dude road trip movie I feel only see it from one lens’s. Tom and Sonics relationship in the first movie is so dear to me like bro it’s such a fun and heart warming dynamic.

It’s also real funny seeing Tom go from “get the fuck out of my car” in the first movie to “go to your room, your grounded” in Movie 2

And I’ve said this before but people who actually acknowledge how Sonic acts in the first movie because of his 7 year prolonged self isolation from society and apply that to how he continues to act will survive the winter

[urbaebarnes]

unethical

summary: you hadn't figured your life after the breakup would be so weird, after all, who expects all the men they date to disppear?

bucky barnes x fem reader

warnings: jesus christ how do i even tag this - kinda dark bucky (?), stalking, swearing, obsessive bucky, jealous bucky, nonuse of y/n, she/her pronouns used, thisnis weird af okay

okay so im pretty sure this came to me in some weird dream (a nine hour flight) and honestly this is fucked up and weird im slightly embarrassed but here we are. also sorry for being so inactive im honestly being slow af cause im in florida atm anyway ignore this monstrosity that was written on my notes app or not i guess ahh

word count: 2.3k words

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that you’d had many interested men since your breakup.

You were a hot, single, 20-something year old who had every man and woman’s eyes on you. The only problem was that every single one of them seemed to disappear.

You weren’t saying it was a pattern that every man who showed the slightest interest in you seemed to quit his job and move or skip town in the dead of night, but granted, you were the common factor here.

Your breakup had been around 10 months ago, and your ex -James Barnes- had also seemingly disappeared since you’d said your final goodbyes and taken your stuff from the apartment. He’d always worked for long periods of time, which wasn’t an issue at the beginning of your relationship when you were clearly his priority, but after 6 years together, it was clear that this couldn’t go on.

Yes it was sad, and yes it felt selfish when you told him you wanted to end things, and yes, of course you missed him dearly, but your lives weren’t compatible and you couldn’t be the girl at home anymore. You were sick of bringing up excuses when you’d planned couple activities with your friends but he cancelled last minute because he volunteered to do a last minute mission. 

You’d told Bucky you’d always be friends, that at the end if the day, you cared about him above pretty much everybody else, but as much as he nodded and muttered a yes, you hadn’t heard a single thing from him since.

When you’d been together, you and Bucky had shared an apartment in New York, but you’d moved away back to your childhood hometown since. Within a month, you’d happily settled in to your faniliar small town life, and there were plenty of familiar faces from school that were more than happy to see your return.

It started off with Bryan, a brunette that was heavily invested in Jurassic Park. He was funny and kind and would stutter over his words when you’d bump into him down the milk aisle. And even if he wasn’t quite Bucky, he plucked up the courage to ask you out 3 months after the end of Bucky and yours’ relationship, and you said yes.

Throughout the date, it became obvious that your shared interests ran thin, although you had promised that you’d rewatch his beloved dinosaur movies with him for a second date. You’d hugged him goodnight but couldn’t quite get the feeling of reluctance out of your chest.

By the next morning, you’d were slightly confused by Bryan’s lack of appearance down the milk aisle, but shrugged it off. It was your unofficial meeting place anyway. You messaged him that night, only to find that he’d blocked your number, and after a week, it seemed that he’d told his parents he decided to move out of state.

If being with somebody so heavily involved in spy work, you didn’t buy it for a second, but what could you do. Maybe he really did decide to move at 3am.

Next, a month after Bryan’s last sighting, came Richard. You’d known him in high school as a cocky arrogant arsehole, but he’d seemingly changed for the better as he sent you sweet smiles and flirty comments.

He’d just come out of a long term relationship and wasn’t looking for something very committed straight away, and thankfully, neither were you. So when he walked you home one night, he asked if you wanted to spend the day with him as something a little more than platonic, and why wouldn’t you?

The day was brilliant, filled with laughter and ice cream, and you didn’t mind the nagging in your heart this time as much because apparently you were both feeling it. He even got a kiss on the cheek by your door as you pressed a hand to his torso and pecked the side of his face.

That time, a second date was scheduled for two days later in the coffee shop down the street. 

With Richard, you didn’t have his phone number or an unofficial meeting spot, just right person right time. Although, maybe you’d gotten the time wrong or he’d chosen the wrong person since you were promptly stood up.

You had bumped into him a few days later only to find him with a black eye. As you spotted each other across the street, he quickly scurried away before you could even tilt your head.

Then, there was Denis. He was a dickhead, there was no redemption ark or sweet story for him, he was just a dick, However, he was an attractive dick at that.

The two of you had spoken a maximum of three times but his hand had been resting on your thigh at the bar for a good hour. Your friends had created a night out with the sole purpose of getting you laid, after all, it’d been months and months since you’d last actually had sex, and Denis seemed like the perfect no strings attached opportunity.

All you needed was one night, just one to forget your troubles and the ache in your heart at the moment of even kissing a man who wasn’t your Bucky.

But the curse struck again as Denis went to the toilet and never actually returned. Your hopes sank further and further as you swilled your drink, glancing over to the restroom every few minutes until you left with the rest of your friend group.

The next morning, it was the talk of the town, Denis had quit his job- left for good. He didn’t have any family ties here, but his job had good pay especially for a man with so few qualifications. It was obscure and strange, but stranger things had happened.

However, you’d had it. Three potential suitors and every single mother fucking one of them just… left. So that was it, no more men. And maybe, just maybe, this was the universe’s way of telling you that you weren’t ready for a relationship, that even though you suggested the breakup, maybe you’d just wanted to have your Bucky back. Maybe he was the only one you could picture spending your life with.

Or less so the universe, and more Bucky.

It was shameful, and he knew that, he swore he did, but the very thought of you on your own terrified the living shit out of him. He had a duty to protect you, not just from the organisations that had threatened the ones he held dearest over and over again, but also anybody. Everybody. The world was dangerous and you were so helpless and selfless, you’d help anybody you could and that scared him beyond belief.

So maybe it was weird to buy a house in your hometown, maybe it was weird to make sure that nobody ever bothered you when walking home alone, and maybe it was weird to be insanely jealous of the glances you just gave out to anybody like free testers at the supermarket.

Yeah, it was a little weird. But Bucky Barnes had lost a lot in his life, and he couldn’t lose you to this world or the cruel people in it. 

He could barely stand to be apart from you, but he knew he had to respect any of the boundaries he could, so he kept his distance, only there to observe, only interfering if it meant keeping you safe and happy. 

At least, that was the plan until the man that you exchanged pleasantries with in the milk aisle seemed to want to exchange numbers too. That was too much, a step too far, it’d only been a few months, it was too quick and you were too perfect, too pure for just some guy.

So yeah, it was definitely weird when he sat across from the two of you in the restaurant, keeping his head low.  But this guy seemed like a fucking idiot, and how could he protect you from any danger? How could he make you smile in the same way Bucky could?

He even managed to catch this dude trying to go in for a kiss, but you took it as a hug and wished him a goodnight in the same way you used to whisper sweet nothings to him as you both used to fall asleep, limbs tangled together.

Now what he did next was definitely weird and wrong and horrible, and he knew that, but there were far better people he’d pushed up against walls and threatened before, and this one, well this one was flirting with his girl, had the audacity to take her out.

It wouldn’t last anyway, he told himself. At the end of the day, your souls were surely bound together, intertwined by fate. Bucky hadn’t allowed himself to do anything selfish in years, but you were his, his selfish little delight, because you were his.

So, as he pushed the guy against the brick wall, taking him by his collar and making sure to push against the wall with enough force to convey the message, Bucky told himself it would all be okay because he loved you and you loved him, he knew it. He just needed time to prove it to you, and this guy- well he was in the way.

Fucking ‘Bryan’ didn’t even put up a fight. In fact, he’d only threatened the dude to stay away from you, not even telling him to leave town, he was that much of a coward. And you didn’t need a coward, somebody who wouldn’t go down without a fight. You needed somebody who would rather die for your love than give it up

After that, Bucky kept a close eye on you, but an even closer eye on everybody around town. The old women around town had declared you the town’s most eligible bachelorette, obsessing over your perfect features and perfect manners and just perfect you.

After a few long weeks, Bucky had been called back to New York by Fury. He’d pretty much told everybody to screw themselves and that he was taking a very long, very well needed a vacation and left before anybody had time to argue. But seemingly, they couldn’t spare him for long enough to come up with a fully prepared plan.

By the time he got back, Bucky could feel his blood boiling as he drove into town and spotted some weird shit holding his hands with his girl. The park looked perfect as a picture except for the fact that some stranger was swinging your intertwined arms back and forth, your cheeks a little dusted with pink.

Honestly, he leaves for a few days and by the time he’s back some slimy looking jock has slithered his way into your life.

So that night, he swears it’ll be the very last time that he does this, it’ll be the last time before he wins you back. He just needs a little more time, just a smidge.

Now this one, and he’ll give credit where it’s due, does put up a little fight. When Bucky corners him, grabs his shoulder a little tighter than necessary and warns him that nobody is allowed near his girl, and this motherfucker protests- well, Bucky can’t be faulted for the punches that get thrown. He shouldn’t be held responsible for the black eye he gets.

Look, maybe that one went a little far, but it’s fine! He got the message and now he knows to stay away from his perfect sweet girl.

After that, he puts every bit of work into preparing the perfect surprise for you. He’s got it all sorted out, candles in a field, your favourite food ordered in advance from your favourite restaurant, he was going to be perfect from now on and so was everything in your life.

In his downtime, when he knew you were safe from the big scary world, Bucky often found himself at the bar near the centre of town. The bartender was a guy named Lucas with long hair and a southern accent who didn’t ask questions about what a guy like him was doing in a small town out here, or why he always wore gloves even in the heatwave that was occurring.

But tonight, tonight it wasn’t a place to unwind or relax, tonight Bucky figured Lucas could see the steam coming out his ears as he watched some man’s hand rest on your thigh. Look, holding hands was one thing, but how dare he manhandle you like that, a grip so tight like he was a child gripping a stuffed toy.

He watched as he leaned in to your ear, whispering something that had your pretty lips curving into a smirk as you looked down, slightly flustered before getting up and strolling to the bathroom with unheard of confidence.

Bucky couldn’t hold back for any longer, he downed his drink, kissing his teeth before storming into the bathroom, pausing as he saw the guy smoothing over his hair in the mirror. He quickly put an end to his preening and yanked him outside through the backdoor. Maybe this threatening was a little extra, and sure maybe the knee in the groin was a little much, but every time the voice in the back of his head told him to stop, all he saw was his hand on your thigh.

Either way, he left and after that, the town’s most eligible bachelorette seemed to swear off dating. That was until Bucky pretended to bump into you one day, and surprised you with the candlelit dinner with flowy table cloths as the sun set and wept you right off your feet.

Yes, maybe some of the ways he went about getting you back were slightly unethical, but it’s not as though you’d ever find out. Either way, he wouldn’t fuck it up this time, he loved you far too much for that.

anway im sorry for this-

[81pastrys]

Grid Flirt

Summary— She’s a good racer, pretty, and a good friend. Celebrating the podium had a bit of a hurtle though.

Warnings— flirting with multiple drivers (they return it) ; cursing.

A/N— Diaz is Fernando’s real last name, so used that for her. This one is ehhhh but yk what 🤷‍♀️.

Translations:

Mi flor: My flower (Spanish)

Papi: dad (Spanish)

Rien: nothing (French)

Part 1 / ?

“P3 you got it girl.” Max said, sitting in the cool down room. “I’m impressed.”

“Really now?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Why’s that?” I smirk.

“First race of the season and you got third?” Lando chimed, entering the room. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” He joked.

“With the cars we have, I’m not surprised one bit.” I snap back. “Should be more impressed in me not winning.” I wink at Max. The boys both laugh.

“When you win, there will be a proper celebration.” Max said. He winked at me and my jaw drops looking at Lando. His jaw dropped too looking back and forth between us.

“Looking forward to it.” I say blowing him a kiss. Lando laughs awkwardly.

“Think they’ll replay Strolls penalty?” Lando asked.

“Oh for sure, it was with his teammate.” Max said.

“What penalty?” I ask. I got third but not by much, Oscar was tailgating me through.

“Wheels touched, stroll ended up spinning out.” Lando said.

“Oh shit.” I say. “I was focused on your boyfriend on my ass so I didn’t see it.”

“Osc was tailgating you?” Lando laughed.

“With that 4s gap I wouldn’t have seen it either.” Max said. “There it is.”

We all turn to the screen as it replays the incident. Then you see the four cars speed past, Max, Lando, Me, then Oscar right on my tail trying to pass.

“He was right there.” Max laughed.

“Only showing what he wants outside the car.” I say and laugh at my own joke.

“Diaz!” Lando said before laughing hysterically at my joke.

“What?” I laugh. “It wasn’t that funny Norris!” I say playfully hitting him. “Max was thinking it!”

“Alright our podium crew we need you out there.” A manager says. “What’s with Norris?”

“Inside joke, you wouldn’t get it.” I say laughing slightly.

“You know they video this room?” Max said laughing. “Good try though!”

“Ahh fuck.” I say. “Sorry! Sorry for cussing!”

“It’s alright Díaz.” The manager said. “Let’s get you guys out there.”

We go to the podium and the Dutch national anthem comes on, we hold our trophies up, and do the champagne pop. Afterwards my dad is waiting at the end of the stairs, smiling ear to ear. “That’s my girl.” He said, pulling me in for a hug.

“I saw the incident, I’m sorry that happened papi.” I say.

“Alls alright mi flor, you got podium in the first race of the season.” He said. It’s my turn to smile ear to ear. “Let’s go celebrate huh?”

“What about media and stuff papi?” I laugh. “I have to do interviews and press meetings!”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been up there, you’re right.” He said laughing. “Go do all that and I’ll be waiting mi flor.” He said hugging me again.

As I walk all the guys congratulate me on my podium position. I pass Lance and get nothing. I stop and turn around. “Ríen?” I whine. “I got a podium position.”

“Sorry, meetings.” He said shrugging. He doesn’t have meetings, he just wants to ignore me because of my dad. I pout and continue walking.

I meet back up with my dad and tell him about everything. Even Lance ignoring me. “He’s just upset mi flor.” He tried to console me.

“I know but I always congratulate him papi, this one time he couldn’t for me?” I ask. Lance is usually super supportive of me.

“He’ll come around, just wait.” He said. “I believe it’s time for us to go celebrate.”

I smile big. We got to the hotel to change and he brings me to a nice restaurant for dinner. When we left we had so many fans waiting for autographs. “Are you going to win this year?” So many of them asked.

“I plan on it.” I told them all.

“I plan on winning myself.” My dad jokes.

Once we signed and took many pictures with fans, we go to the hotel. The bar was crowded. Once we realized why, we joined in. All the racers and some teams were in there.

“13!!!” They yell.

“Hey little Nando!” Lance said, clearly drunk. “Good job on the podium today!”

My dad had already walked off so I smile and look at him confused. I see the whiskey glass almost empty and judge the situation.

“Thanks Lan, how many drinks have you had?” I ask.

“Oh I don’t know, like 5?” He said scoffing. “Let’s go dance and party!”

“No, I’d rather take you to your room.” I say. “Come on.”

“I like you Diaz, but not like that.” He said.

“I understand that Lance, but you are drunk.” I say. “Let’s get you to your room.”

“Okay little Nando.” He said.

He put his glass down and follows me to his room. He fumbles with his pockets for his key card, which come to find out, he doesn’t have. “Who’s in the rooms next to you?” I ask.

“Fernando, and…” He dragged out and for too long. I called my dad and he answered. “Piastri.” Lance finished.

“Okay Lance.” I say. “Papi, you have your key card?” I ask.

“Yes, why’s that?” He asked.

“Lance got a bit too drunk, and forgot his.” I say. “Is his room connected to yours by chance?”

“No mi flor, Hamilton’s room is.” He said.

“Okay thank you anyway papi.” I say.

I hang up the phone and call Oscar. He usually doesn’t dabble in liquors. He answers confused. “Hello?”

“Hey, can you come up to your room please, big favor to ask.” I say.

“Yeah I’m on my way up now.” He said. “Any details on said favor?”

“It’s pretty obvious, you’ll see.” I say, hanging up.

“You’re pretty too darling.” Lance said.

“Thank you Lance.” I say annoyed.

This one heats up later on. Her racing number is 13!

[ilium-ilia]

how do i be sure that you're really cordeliawhohung ? i'm sorry , i think i'm just scared as fuck that i might be supporting a copycat yknow? are there any other writers that can vouch or sometihng idk :c

like what if i'm just blindly trusting here and hurting CWH!, i'm very sorry if this sounds rude i really don't mean it to, i just need to be sure

yeah that's totally understandable!

not sure how much you've looked around on this blog, but honestly there's lots of proof everywhere.

1: no one can be as funny as me with this post 2: my patreon is still under the same exact account as it was last time 3: i've been continuing to update the stories that were on here previously, expending on what i had yet to write before i deleted my accounts 4: some of my mutuals have my discord from before i left, and i shared this account with them before i even shared it publicly on tumblr that this was me. they were reblogging my new works and everything, and then with the post that i linked in the first bit, you can see their reblogs again, some of them being like "cats out of the bag" and whatnot, because now they could also share that they know this was truly me all along as well.

there's probably other stuff too but i think this is like, the most proof lmao. but i also want to make it clear that i'm not going to entertain asks that are like "post xyz to prove you're actually kore" or whatever, because trust me, my mutuals would be able to sniff out any copy cat asap lmao.

also taking a moment to remind everyone that this cordeliawhohung copy cat is not me, and opheliawhodrowned is being held for me by a friend!

[palmtreepalmtree]

It's three o'clock in the morning and I can't sleep. I lost my cousin, Sarah, yesterday morning. I know I have said this before, but I can't even begin to describe the giant hole she is leaving in the world. She was so funny and so loving and so beautiful. She leaves three wonderful children who are much too young to lose their mother, and a husband who adored her. She was 47 years old. It is so unbelievably unfair that she is gone, but here we are.

She was my childhood playmate, she and my sister and me forming a rambunctious trio of which she was undoubtedly the leader. She got us into trouble, and taught us the best games. We climbed trees together and played baseball in the backyard, and epic games of cards. She was the one who taught me how to ride a bike. We sang together and giggled together and swam endlessly together. She was effortlessly cool when we were growing up and into adulthood.

I wish you all could have known her. She had this charisma that just attracted people. People who met her loved her. She was fiercely loyal. Even though we were so different as kids and into adulthood, she never made me feel excluded or like her love was conditioned on me being as cool as her. She just loved me and accepted me for exactly who I was.

And she was so fucking funny. Her sense of humor could range from the cheesiest dad jokes to the most hilarious pranks. One time at a family friend's Hannukkah party -- a big party with nearly 100 people -- she surprised the hosts by ordering Christmas carolers to perform. And then every year after that she tried to one up herself -- there was a mariachi band and a drag queen performer and a Sinatra impersonator. The hosts never knew what to expect at their own party.

Even before her diagnosis, but especially after, she really leaned into life. She did not waste a single moment of her time. She created beautiful and hilarious memories with her kids, her family, and her friends. She worked hard too. She was traveling all of the time. But she really loved that. She liked feeling and being high-powered. She earned it.

She gave the fiercest hugs. The last few days that I've been spending with her friends, I feel like we're all trying to hold onto each other so hard, just like she did.

They're expecting over 300 people at her funeral. When we got to their house today, there was a team of her friends there working away at making the arrangements so we didn't have to do or think of anything. Which is exactly what she would do for anyone else. And then make sure there was food there.

I have no words for what comes next. Life will continue on in the way that it does. We're going to have to work extra hard to keep our family together now that the center of it has gone. May her memory be a blessing.

[terresdebrume]

I keep going back and forth on the topic of where I fall on the allo/aro spectrum, partially because I kind of like. Don't wanna be aro (I'm already trans, queer and autistic with depressive tendencies, I don't need to add another thing to the list)

But another part of it is that even if I am capable of romantic love I probably just wouldn't know, because I already don't really know what platonic love feels like? And I'm not saying I can't love anything or anything like that it's just. Like many other emotions, I kind of have to retroingeneer it, sort of

I know I love my cats, not because I feel a surge of Something when I look at them, but because it makes me smile when they do something cute—my face knows what I'm feeling in those moments, I'm not sure I do. I know I love them because when Pouet died I cried every day for a month and I still cry sometimes, when I think about her. I know I love my cats because my brain keeps lighting up with fear signals when they're sleeping and I don't immediately see their chest move as they breathe.

I know what anxiety feels like, I know what anger feels like (when it explodes), I know what depression feels like because I dealt with them for so long I learned to recognize their physical symptoms! If these emotions didn't leave specific signals in my body then I'm not sure I'd know what they are.

And the thing is... I don't really like. Know what love or affection feels like, I think. Yes I can feel myself smile when I speak to certain people, but I also habitually smile at everybody because it makes things easier socially. I know I like people because if they ask me if I want to do an activity I either say yes or I have regrets about saying no.

My point is: I feel like I don't know my emotions so much as I know the buttons they push in my body, so to speak, but the problem about platonic/romantic love is that I can't imagine they make that different a shame, so who's to say which one it is?

It's funny, in a way, that I don't know something like that at my age. It's also really inconvenient, tbh. There's not really a reason for me to think about this rn except sometimes if I meet a cool dude whom I know is gay I wonder for a minute or two what a relationship with him would be like (which I'm going to assume is not that weird a thing to do) and the last time that happened led to, well. Ponderings about romance I guess

Anyway, the tl;Dr is that it took me decades to figure out the emotions I can recognize now, and I've largely approached social interactions with the inner spirit of a wet Chihuahua for most of that time, so how the fuck do I know if I can't identify those because I'm shit at self understanding or because I don't feel them???

Idk, it's complicated

(Tho honestly it would also be a little bit hilarious if after all this shit I landed on nah just aro. Not my preferred option right now but eh xD)

[nightmare-foundation]

The Academies are based on and named after things Oz values.

Beacon- Beacons of hope

Haven- safe havens

Atlas- symbols of innovation, protection from darkness, a light in the dark

Shade- protection from harsh light and heat

[linktoo-doodles]

I feel loved

Happy Birthday, Ritsu.

[boobchuy]

I love amphibia I'm really happy it exists

[marzipanilla]

when we go back and forth on one without progressing the other it throws the rhythm off lol

just... just tell me why you think he's awesome Oliver. explain to me. explain. what could he have possibly done on Thraxa that was so awesome. we literally only see him rescue one ship from a blackhole. like. what. What could he have possibly accomplished that the Thraxans weren't already doing for themselves. don't try and tell me him being their emperor benefited them !! we literally know nothing about their society !! ahhhhhhhh

I do think Nolan had the most interesting story out of anyone in the comic (and arguably so far w the show too..) but it is funny how we are only getting he is trying from Mark and LITERALLY NOTHING from Debbie re: his behavior. And Allen has of course decided the guy whose people destroyed his planet is his bestest bud. just. we getting any follow up on the fact that Nolan was depicted as part of the force that destroyed Unopa in S1??? can we get some of that conflict there ?? maybe ??

Either give me Cecil's boss or really drive home that HE IS the boss damn it. Give me that fuck puppeteering courts and governments!! or show me where he is vulnerable in ways that aren't about failing to put a collar on Mark. also wild to think about them thinking Mark was effed in the Anissa fight and deploying the soundwave against her and then getting like, Immortal to fuck her up or something. that would have been neat. 'oh wait maybe we don't need Mark'.. what would that kid do if he suddenly wasn't integral to the security of the planet?

12 year old duct-tape man Mark telling TT how cool his awesome dad is lol

Sideways to that, I've thought about time travel scenarios that basically end up w Mark going back way back and part of his interacting with the Guardians has them all assuming his weird behavior around his family (that for one reason or another he can't discuss) makes them think something happens to his mom (bc what the hell could happen to Omni-Man??) and just them being like all don't worry !! we'll look out for your dad !! and him screaming inside bc he wishes he could tell his mom to run. (cue the guilt cycle of 'if I'm the only thing that can stop my dad is it worth it to make my mom suffer or if I never exist is that better')

Nolan is absent this season to the degree he should have been last season. We saw him WAY too quick S2 (still maintain we should have had a lot of flashes to the alt-realities showcasing how much of a prick he could be so that way when we saw him again on Thraxa we have THAT image in the back of our head so it would be downright WEIRD to see him actually being arguably kind in comparison, affair family aside), and now we're barely seeing him and it's like ??? swap ?? that ?? what ?? unless they want me to feel violently ill over him replacing his family and then instantly thinking back on his first wife the moment someone goes 'hey bud?'

For a species that supposedly don't look back, why would Andressa find his INSANE depression over the past to be so fucking endearing?? wouldn't she wonder why the fuck he wasn't moving on?? you give one statement about their culture and then have it not make sense in terms of how she looked at the guy she interacted with?? or are you trying to say they pushed him to get over it ASAP? how fucked would it be to unpack him not ACTUALLY having wanted the other family but just doing what he's used to and following orders??

still going -.- over her being the child he rescued too. just. she really grew up hero worshipping this sack and then ??? what ?? pestered him until he broke down over his war crimes ?? 'i fell in love with him before I knew about you' WOULDNT LEARNING THAT MAKE YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND? okay you don't believe in blame! you still get a radioactive rock out of your house once you realize it's what's killing you. what part of /i beat my last child/ makes you think yeah : D I want to have a kid w that guy. guh. whatever. she had a lifetime of her people watching him only do good (WHAT good tho fr). sure. whatever. again, what the FUCK was going through Nolan's head? that's the biggest missing piece of info.

lol People saying Cecil needs to stop bugging Mark bc he has failed so much is hilarious. accurate, but hilarious.

Mark agreeing to go hang out on a beach w Debbie instead of refusing and the beach is Beach City (am now officially thinking too much about this crossover lol)

The way I got caught up on our back and forth I almost forgot this, lol! AND OH MY GOODNESS, IMAGINE? I forget exactly what which point Debbie makes the beach offer, but I’d love when exactly in SU/SUF-timeline they’d go? There’s something so fucking funny to me about them going during the SUF-timeline and always narrowly missing the strange, Steven-shaped mental breakdowns in the back. I know those don’t occur in a single day, but it’s tickling me. How could they miss anything? I don’t know I just think it’s funny.

Though, post-SUF is interesting if Gems can see the similar “world on your shoulders”, Mark has going on! Steven can shunt the narrative in the Gems’ minds, which I think is neat, if I’m not misusing the phrase since the guy’s on the road far away. Or maybe it’s just before Steven goes and they stumble into each other. I’d kinda love Pearl and Debbie interacting, honestly, if they could talk about loving someone who hurt you, hide things from you, even when you thought you knew them so deeply, and they left you to raise a child. Pearl being in a well adjusted space, and Debbie still grieving.

Honestly, the gems could help train Mark, they’re got experience and similar-ish powers in strength, sturdiness, and they can jump/run fast enough for flying to be vaguely similar enough to lecture about, I think. Or Lapis Lazulis, haha! Peridot with her trash can lid! Garnet, I’d love to see if she told Mark anything about his future in vague, well meaning advice. Or even giving relationship advice considering Amber. Or, importantly, how to convince an entire reign to end their colonizing ways, lol. Is Mark perhaps willing to start a war, take advantage of being related to any leaders, or fake his own death to varying results?

In general, there’s something so fucking funny to me about Nolan, in the sake of comparison, being Pink Diamond coded. Like OH, did an important or well respected of the colonizing empire come to earth and learn the beauty of its people and nature, including faking/lying/omitting things about his identity and background to being in, only to feel conflicted when his responsibility still remained, and he tried to free himself from them? Yikes! We’ve been through that before! Like gimme Pink Diamond and Nolan outfit swap rn. This is tickling me so much oh my goodness.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Do you think if the trolls all came back, like everything in the main comic did happen and they were alive again. Do you think Feferi would actually forgive Eridan? Or want to even be his friend after everything? I don't personally like the erisol and fefertasprite interaction…felt rushed…..so I just wanted to know your opinion if things were different! :)

Yeah, I think they would be! Feferi is one of the trolls who takes dying the least badly (relentless optimism) and Eridan does genuinely feel bad, which means a lot when it's Eridan. I think she really is genuine when she says she wants them to be friends and also that she's really not the type of person to hold a grudge, and like... death is SUPER cheap in Homestuck, it's really not the horrific, irredeemable, irreperable damage that it is IRL - and if you're talking about (Feferi) and (Eridan), then they're both dead (and irrelevent) now, so the score is kind of even.

In general, the fandom - I mean, people in general, really - tend to have difficulty divorcing themselves from other people. We tend to assume that the people and characters they like will hold similar opinions to themselves. This is how people who like Karkat and don't like Eridan can mentally gloss over or even block out their clear, close friendship, or how people who dislike Cronus can end up overlooking that Meenah actually takes his opinion seriously and unironically defends his wizard thing. Feferi really isn't mad at Eridan or upset about dying the way we probably would be, because she's friends with the horrorterrors, relentlessly cheerful, comfortable with death in general, and death is also just not really that big of a deal in this setting. "I'm really sorry about that, that was shitty of me" is honestly probably all the apology she needs, especially if they came back to life anyway.

[brrdhouse]

ok this is getting LONG so i'm putting it under a readmore —

not what he seems + a tale of two stans

for that very reason, i do not want gideon to be there.

i know i knowww, it could be fun, but i don't want him to get in the way. i imagine he'd get in a fight with stan an episode or two before because of the mounting portal stress making them both antsy, and get dragged out of the picture for a little bit. he'd come back during dd&md though! he'd be in the "this game is for loser nerds" group but sit in the same room just to spend time with his dad. i still don't want him to be super important, so i don't think i'd involve him in the main plot, but he'd be there in the background before shit hits the fan, and he comes back after running errands or something to the family watching the ducktective episode. he could be in the main group, but i want to keep grenda as the main side character here because i love her.

family dynamic

i don't want to take away the dipper and ford scenes, so i'm adding them to the tension.

ford gets back and while he's obviously happy to see his son, he's kind of distant like he is towards stan, just a lot less upset. he also skews more towards involving dipper in his projects, and gideon's conflict for the rest of the season is if he even wants to be in gravity falls anymore if his dad's acting so weird towards him.

yeah, it was 30 years ago, but ford used to tell gideon everything about his studies. and it hurts that it feels like he's being replaced by dipper just because he grew up while ford was gone.

he'd spend more time with mabel, soos, and wendy, and accidentally feed into ford's isolationist worldview as well as the one he's projecting onto dipper.

(also because i feel it vaguely relates, something else goldsixer drew for this that i can't stop thinking about)

society of the blind eye + sock opera (+ into the bunker)

you're right, i wouldn't put gideon in into the bunker.

i would however put him in sock opera and blind eye!

sock opera, i'd give him the same place as everyone else: just generally unaware of what's going on with dipper and bill in this episode. i think he'd clue in when dipper gets possessed because wow that seems pretty familiar, if only you could put your finger on it. this would be the episode that makes him get that much stricter in watching the twins. he doesn't want dipper to end up like ford, and he doesn't want mabel to end up like him.

i'd have him in society of the blind eye big time. he'd get dragged in like soos and wendy, and just be really fucking sad hearing fiddleford talk about himself after being accused. same plot really, just with the added context that he's the anomaly being erased from people's minds and he's kind of pissed about it. ("is that why i have t'reintroduce myself every time i go to th' library? are you serious?!")

gideon gets briefly mentioned in fiddleford's memory tapes, but it's a blink-and-you-miss-it reference to "a visiting researcher and his son," which dipper obsesses over. (psst.. here's a quick thing for this btw..)

the last mabelcorn

again, gideon would choose to spend more time with the girls. he doesn't dislike dipper or anything, he just can't handle being around ford right now.

he comes along for the same reason wendy does, to keep an eye on the kids, but he also knows unicorns exist because he vaguely remembers seeing them as a kid, so he's not as cynical as she is about it. he's not 100% around for her goodness montage because i think it's funny for him to be like "wendy, i have t'go buy smokes, you're in charge for now." (🐦 <- also an older gideon smoker truther, especially in this au because he's not suffering from the amulet / a chronic illness metaphor to me)

he'd be there when mabel gets told she's a bad person and stick with her to comfort her while the other girls make their plan, and helps them take down the unicorns when it comes to it.

roadside attraction

i'm sorry i'm killing roadside attraction.

not entirely, but i'm making the dipper plot less important because i hate it. he'd still flirt awfully with girls and candy would still have a crush on him, but he wouldn't get ambushed, he'd just say something dumb and upset candy, and it'd end the same way.

stan would still get kidnapped because i like him being tied up. next question.

i'd replace the dipper plot with a ford and gideon plot back at the shack. i think it'd be fun to have them kind of stepping around each other and thinking "well that's not how i remember you acting" before they realize they're being dumb and apologize to each other. it's stilted and awkward and not quite bridging the gap yet, but it's a start.

weirdmageddon

if this takes a day or two to get posted, this is why. weirdmageddon in AUs, my worst enemy...

i think i want weirdmageddon to go SIMILARLY. not exactly the same obviously, but i think it'd be fun to still have gideon and the bikers be minor obstacles, only instead of them having the key and attacking dipper and wendy (iirc.. i haven't watched weirdmageddon in a while), those two find the key another way and gideon's just still really strict and doesn't want them to run into the action. they have a heart-to-heart along the lines of "you can't stop us from trying even if it ends up bad and you have to stop being a control freak about it" and he lets them go.

because he has less contact with bill, i don't think he'd get captured the same way, i think he'd either go back to the shack and help there OR stay on the outside and end up back at the fearamid somehow. pretty much every thing afterward would be the same, and then he'd regroup with the rest of the family after it all clears up. i think it'd be cute to have him talking stan through a lot of the last 30 years because he's the only other person who remembers them, and it'd be a healing/bonding moment for both of them 😊 i love family

okay i THINK that's all. i THINK. this took me a few days to think on lol

silly au from twitter:

+context lol

[recapitulation]

[ID: gifs from the series "Mysterious Lotus Casebook" showing the characters Fang Duobing and Li Lianhua interacting in chronological order. They show Fang Duobing forcibly taking his pulse, Li Lianhua catching a drunk Fang Duobing before he falls over, Fang Duobing threatening Li Lianhua with Erya when he attempts to stand up, both of them pretending to drink poisoned wine, Li Lianhua grabbing Fang Duobing to force him to eat his soup, Fang Duobing putting a protective arm in front of Li Lianhua, crouched over Li Lianhua after he collapses, pushing Li Lianhua, helping him sit up, and Fang Duobing handing Li Lianhua water in Lotus Tower. /end ID]