#they are a mystery of a time gone by here

[siribaes]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

── .✦ ݁₊ . contents: elijah ‘smoke’ moore x ( black!fem! ) original character. au so no annie my beloved. hella angst. plot-ish? no specific time period but period specific language & references. AAVE. illusions to smut. stoic!smoke. smoke's kinda mean in this one. semi-proofread so excuse the mistakes. minors don’t interact!

the before |

when it started, it was a sexual thing.

dim lighting. bodies packed in like sardines. clouds of cigarette hung above like a thick, storming brewing cloud. an crooning voice was the soundtrack to the absolutely sinful dancing that occurred. hips flushed against fronts— pestle and mortar. bump and grind.

it was truly, divine.

he noticed her first. leaning against a wooden column, after a long pull, blew a puff of smoke into the air. then she appeared— a vision amongst the clear.

on the other side of the room, she might as well have been standing right in front of him, the way the crowd melted away from his view. smoke had tunnel vision, his brain actively rewiring itself, altered chemistry, to note every detail of his mystery girl.

her dress was yellow, a literal sunspot amongst the fray of browns, grays, and other drab shades. she was curvy— just the way smoke liked. a real healthy figure, a full bosom, birthing hips, and a set of calves that smoke could have his way with.

got some meat on her bones.

her face was another story. the swells of her chubby cheeks held a cherubic quality that was rare, angelic even. a button nose, and full lips with a soft cupid’s bow. smoke liked the way her bottom lip was ever-so-slightly bigger than her top ones.

more to kiss on.

her eyes, big and bright held a some trouble in them. smoke liked that. trouble. she would give a run for his money, that he knew. those same lips held a soft smile, as she danced to the music. seeing his mystery girl in motion was magical. she moved in a way that intrigued smoke, he never seen someone move to in such a way. she was in sync with the rhythm and the timbre, yet it wasn’t the mississippi way of low and slow. the mystery girl was fast, moving her feet and limbs with precision. an indication that she wasn’t from here.

tennessee? or maybe the carolinas? further up north?

either way smoke wanted to know. he wanted to know her, her name, where her family’s from, even more intimately, was she shy? or would she let him stick his tongue in her—

all those thoughts were suspended when those same brown eyes smoke had fantasized about were staring back at him.

smoke’s mind might’ve been playing tricks, but he swore he saw a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. she stopped dancing, and stared. she didn’t bother to give smoke the infamous once over he gotten most of his adult life.

you look familiar? which one you is? stack or smoke? you such and such son, huh?

she simply regarded him.

that was different. she was different.

smoke took another pull, letting the cigarette smoke exhale from his nostrils. he gave a moment of brevity before nodding towards her. the mystery girl returned his nod, then in a blink, she vanished.

the abruptness of her departure, made smoke lift off the wooden column. his eyes scanned the crowd, his mystery girl, the sunshine amongst the drab, was gone. there was movement at the entrance-exit but it was too far a way to tell.

smoke cursed himself, instantly the color of the world around him muted. the air became too thick, and the music was suddenly too slow. he needed some air.

the night air was pleasantly crisp, which was rare for this time of year. even the slight breeze the nipped at his neck. it was rare night indeed. the gravely dirt crunched against his shoes. they were oxfords, stack told him, they look nice. he took heed of stack’s advice—smoke never cared much about fashion or how he looked that was his brother’s thing. as he walked towards his car, halfway he stopped. lady luck had shone down on him—there she was, his mystery girl standing by the big oak tree, looking outward to the lake. smoke pivoted, walking towards her.

the gravel-dirt switched to soft grass underneath smoke’s shoes the closer he got. he even slowed his movements not wanting to scare off his mystery girl. she had been flighty once. smoke ventured closer, stopping until he was a some feet behind her. he didn’t speak, instead he noticed how much smaller she was compared to him. it was easily a six-inch difference.

“i love comin’ out here. it’s always so peaceful,”

her voice was smoky and sweet. a gentle rhythm the way she said certain words, there was a unique combination of a drawl, and typewriter’s pace.

“and the way the fireflies float above the water, it’s like they’re dancin’,”

smoke turned and looked. the fireflies flickered there tail bulbs in a musical synchrony, swirling and turning above the water, in constellation like structures. nature’s beauty.

“i’m lila by the way,”

lila. lila. she—no, lila, now stood in front of him, a hand stretched out towards him. he took her hand, the delicate softness of skin contrasted with smoke’s rough callouses. their hands fit like perfect puzzle pieces. his mind wondered—how else they would fit.

“smoke,”

“smoke?”

“yes ma’am,”

lila cocked her head. she eyed smoke, regarding him. then, she giggled.

smoke steeled over. there wasn’t much in this world that smoke didn’t care for, but being laughed at was one of them.

“what’s funny?” smoke gruffed.

“oh,” shock flashed briefly in her eyes, before morphing into a soft, reflective nostalgia as she brought her fingers to her lips. “i ain’t mean nothin’ by it, uh, my cousin, we call him ash…”

oh.

smoke rolled his shoulders, releasing some of the tension that suddenly built up inside. something about lila crackled his nerves. he felt himself growing fidgety. he needed another cigarette.

“you don’t talk much do you?”

now it was smoke’s turn to cock his head.

lila was an observant thing.

“can do more than i could ever say,”

“really,” lila’s lips quirked. eyes glossing over as she did more than just regard him. her gaze raked over smoke’s build, slow and syrupy, like thick molasses. when she finally met his eyes, they were filled a fiery heat, that was just begging to be tamed.

lila stepped closer. her heels brushed against the soft grass as she stood in front of him. her right hand hovered over his chest. a heat sparked between them, sensual—carnal. one move, a single word uttered could ignite a flame. that flame ignited, twice over, lila placed her hand on smoke’s chest. the touch, gentle yet firm, a promise of more. then she spoke—

“what would you do with me?”

words laced want and desire, weaved its way inside of smoke, rooting itself inside of his very being. it drove him.

drove smoke to kiss lila. to grip her fleshy hips. to press lila’s soft body against the rigged bark of the oak tree, sticking stuck his tongue in the softest parts of her. to fuck her within an inch of her life, leaving her throat hoarse from all the moaning and screaming she did.

a sexual thing.

this thing between lila and smoke, quickly became routine. every second tuesday they would meet in the cover of night, and make love fuck.

a sexual thing.

smoke fucked lila everywhere and any which position. cowgirl in the motorcar. doggy in the grass. standing missionary against the trunk of the oak tree. and this one move they were doing up in philadelphia called the seashell. those moments with lila was a private piece of heaven that smoke kept for himself. away from keen eyes and nosy busybodies, even away his brother, for whom he loved dearly, but smoke needed something of his own. this was it.

and with every encounter smoke noticed the little things lila did for him. after the third, or was it the fourth—smoke couldn’t remember but, lila started to dab perfume oil behind her ears and the backs of her thighs. it smelled like jasmine. smoke liked that. she brought rags to wipe himself off with (not that he didn’t have any, sometimes he would run out during rounds. a self proclaim pull-out king, sometimes one just wasn’t enough). a flask filled with cognac and finally, a metal lighter with an engraving of his name.

he remembered the night, exactly.

“i got you somethin’,” lila said. it came out in a huff, she was still catching her breath, smoke had worn her every which way but loose.

they were laying on the grass. full moon's light shining down on them. in the distance the crickets chirped. it was peaceful. lila reached behind her, pulling a small package of parchment paper. she smiled, a gentle one, and handed it to smoke.

"hope you like it,"

he began unwrapping—peeling back the layers neatly folded parchment, with as much care as he could muster. smoke wasn't a careful man, cautious maybe, but careful, no.

smoke's heart panged.

in the paper lay a small sliver lighter. smooth to the touch, it was a marvel of craftsman. something twisted inside him when saw his name—his real one, engraved on the side.

lila sat up on her knees, tucking a curl behind her ear.

"i found it, untouched, in my daddy's old things. he was never much of a smoker like my granddaddy was. so, i was on my way to shop to sell for somethin', then i saw you. well, not you, but stack,"

"you met stack?"

"yeah! he's awful fun and that laugh. i get why all the girls swoon. anyway, we got to talkin' and he told me y'alls birthday was soon. consider it an early birthday gift,"

smoke traced his name. elijah. e-l-i-j-a-h.

no one had ever shown him a kindness like this, ever—emotion hit him like a tidal wave, huge and overwhelming. the deep, achy part, the amplified disesteem— that nipped at the corners of his mind reared its ugly head. immediately, his reflexes kicked in. smoke rose to his feet, zipping his fly, and buckling his belt. he tried to ignore, the look on lila's face as he got himself together.

"smoke? is everything, alright?" she was soft, too, soft. he sensed the disappointment her voice. "talk to me,"

smoke didn't respond as he buttoned his dress-shirt. lila moved in front of him. her bright eyes were dimming.

"do you not like it? i can take back, pawn it maybe. you don't have to keep it,"

"don't be silly," smoke rasped.

"silly?" there was a slight irritation in her voice. " i'm bein' silly? oh, guess when i let you stick your tongue in my cunny, i was bein' silly then too,"

"it wasn't nothin' you ain't want,"

"oh, fuck you, elijah!"

echoes of memories, very unkind ones flooded his brain. his fingers twitched as he wrestled with the top button. on the inside he was a mess of emotions, painful memories of old collided with painful new ones. on the outside, smoke was stoic as stone. unmovable, not shaken in the slightest—that had pissed lila off more as she huffed sliding her heels onto her feet.

"you're a piece of work, y'know that? i got you the damn thing 'cause i cared," lila glared at him as she shifted her dress on her hips. "i never wanted anything from you, smoke. nothing at all," she paused. a wave of a emotion flooded her too. she wiped roughly at a tear the fell from her eye.

"story of my life of my life, i guess. i always fall for the man who can't love me back,"

those words played in his mind, on repeat, on the drive back. it was silent, lila angled her body away from smoke the entire ride. and when the car stopped in front of her house, lila left the car, slamming it behind her. she disappeared into the doorway, not bothering to glance back. why would she? smoke hadn't given her any reason to.

i always fall for the man who can't love me back.

smoke palmed the lighter in his hand. the engine roared as smoke sped off into the night. pain filling his chest, at the realization, lila amongst many before, was but a memory, now.

a painful one.

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[ a/n: omgggg hi! i literally wrote this in a day, but i had to join the sinners fan-club, the film was excellent, so if you have the chance definitely go see it in theatres! this is a two-parter, so all the mushy-gushy, reunion smut will be in the next part lol ]

[missust3l3vision]

Lost and Found

Description: When Y/ns hiding spot is a little too good, Will goes a bit mental. Good thing she knows how to calm him down.

Rushing down the falls as you heard the faint counting behind you was menacing. As James Mariott continued you finally found the perfect spot. Climbing onto a kitchen counter then opening the cabinets you knew they kept empty you managed to squeeze in.

Nobody else would be able to fit in here so you assumed you were safe. It was too tall for some of the boys and out of the realm of possibility for the others. It was perfect.

Too perfect.

An hour had passed and yet no one could find you. Your boyfriend Will was both impressed and slightly worried. Everyone else was found and yet you were still missing.

"Okay Y/n, You win! You can come out now" James called from the starting point. All his friends and some of the crew around him. And yet, you didn't move.

It wasn't on purpose, Y/n had simply fallen asleep. And so the ext few hours were full of panic and fear. Will had ripped apart every room along with the other guys.

All of them called you, only to find you left your phone in your purse in the original room. This calmed down Will slightly.

"She wouldn't leave her phone if she knew she'd be leaving, so she has to still be here" he told the group, all them nodding before continuing the search.

The cameras have been left behind for a while now. James was more worried about Will. He had been calling your name in the air BnB they rented to play.

"Mate, maybe take five?" Will shook his head, the thought of giving up was no where in his mind. He needed to find you.

Another hour had passed and you finally woke up. Finding yourself in a small dark mystery location. It took you a moment before remembering where you were when you pushed on the door.

Climbing down you walked into the starting room. It was empty, your first thought being that they had just began the search. Going to your purse you root around and grab your phone.

4 missed calls from Will? That's weird. Damn bastard was probably trying to find your spot.

💬 You calling me should be considered cheating mister

Will looked down at the buzz in his hand, not bothering to respond he bolted to the starting room and saw you standing there.

Your hair slightly messy and your cheek pink.

"Where were you!?" Y/n opened her mouth to respond but instead a yawn came tumbling out "Did you fall asleep!?" He asked even louder, by this point many of the others had come in.

"Oh yeah I guess" you said looking up at him. Your voice was slightly deeper as you continued to wake up "who won?" James came in and pointed at you dramatically

"Found you!" He let out a big breath "Okay, I'm going home" he said walking out. He was done and seeing how worked up Will was, he didn't want to stick around.

"This was supposed to be a silly game" Y/n told her boyfriend "Are you okay?" He shook his head. She hugged him. He let out a deep breath.

"I was just I don't know, scared?" He mumbled into the crook of your neck. Will was a lot of things, and emotional was definitely one of them.

You two stood there for what felt like hours but was really only a few minutes. The rest of the crew long gone by the time he let go.

"I'm sorry honey, I won't do that again. I promise" she told him, giving his cheek a small chaste kiss. One he leaned into, his pout had vanished and his smile was creeping back

"So..where'd you hide?" He asked "it was bloody good"

"That's exactly why I'm not telling you" He let out a large sigh. Dramatically flailing his arms above him

"So you do hate me!" Giving him another kiss you two walked away, and back to his car. The drive was a content quiet, the both of them in a silent understanding of each other.

[ducksido]

In the ‘what if yuu died’ in the overblots- dont remember which one rn cause i cried a lot- in leona’s segment u mentioned he brought back a plant that was said to bring back the dead- what if it worked????

(Continuation/Alternate Ending of Leona’s Segment from the “What if Yuu died” series)

The plant was a myth. That’s what everyone said. Something ancient. Buried in ruins deep in the Scalding Sands. Said to bloom only under moonlight after being watered with the tears of someone who lost everything. Leona didn’t believe in fairy tales—but he had nothing left to lose.

He did everything the old scrolls said:

Dug the roots bare-handed, bleeding into the soil.

Watered it with his tears—only once, quietly, when no one could see.

Carried it back to Yuu’s resting place, even though the others told him it was time to let go.

And then...

It bloomed. Just once.

A brilliant, golden flower unlike any he’d seen before—glowing faintly in the night.

He planted it at Yuu’s grave, pressing it gently into the soil. He didn’t speak. Didn’t pray. Just sat beside them, waiting. One night passed. Then two.

On the third night, he woke to the sound of movement. Something shifting the earth. A small, pained gasp—raspy, unfamiliar after so long.

He nearly choked on his breath when he saw fingers clawing through the dirt.

Leona dug, heart slamming in his chest. "No—no way—don’t play with me like this—"

And then Yuu was there. Alive. Dirty. Cold. Weak. But breathing.

The Aftermath

🦁 Leona is stunned. For the first time in his life, he’s shaking, holding Yuu like they’ll disappear if he lets go.

“You idiot... You really came back... You scared the hell outta me.” He never cries again—but that night, he almost does.

Side Effects?

But magic always has a cost.

Yuu remembers being gone. It wasn’t peaceful. Something in the darkness wanted to keep them.

Their magic is strange now. Unstable. Like something else came back with them.

The plant withered the moment they returned… and the soil around it hasn’t grown a single thing since.

Still, they’re alive.

And Leona… never lets them out of his sight again.

REACTIONS

🦁 Savanaclaw

Leona: "Tch… Told you I’d bring ‘em back—now shut up and move, they need space." Ruggie: "Okay, I’m officially freaked out, but… welcome back, Yuu." Jack: "This is… real? You’re really here? Stars above…"

🌹 Heartslabyul

Riddle: "I failed you once—I won’t again, I swear it on every rule I know." Trey: "You being alive is sweeter than any tart I’ve ever made." Cater: "Yuu? Alive? Wait—I need, like, a thousand photos to believe this!" Ace: "I thought I’d never get to annoy you again—don’t scare us like that, dummy!" Deuce: "We’ll protect you better this time—no matter what it takes!"

🐙 Octavinelle

Azul: "Defying death… Yuu, you're more powerful than any contract I've ever seen." Jade: "Fascinating—truly, not even the ocean hides such mysteries." Floyd: "Shriiimpy’s back~? Ooh, I missed squishin’ ya!"

🔥 Scarabia

Kalim: "Yuu!! You’re okay!! This is the best party surprise ever!" Jamil: "Magic that revives the dead... That kind of power shouldn’t exist."

🪞 Pomefiore

Vil: "You were already radiant in life—death couldn’t hold you, of course." Rook: "La résurrection! You are beauty born anew, ma proie divine!" Epel: "You came back just like in them fairytales… Damn, that’s cool!"

🐉 Diasomnia

Malleus: "The dead do not simply return… unless fate itself bends for you." Lilia: "Heh, I’ve seen many strange things—but this might top them all." Silver: "I dreamed of you every night… and now you’re here." Sebek: "Don’t you dare vanish again, human—I… we need you!"

🎭 Ignihyde

Idia: "Okayokayokay, Yuu being alive is cool but also—what if you’re, like, a lich now??" (Bonus: He still hugs them and sobs while rambling.)

🌸 RSA (and related + Grim)

Neige: "You’re alive?! That’s wonderful! I—I can’t stop crying!" Rollo: "That flower… is an abomination. But even I cannot condemn your return." Grim: "Don’t ever leave me again, henchhuman! I’ll claw anyone who tries!"

[blackcat101]

Veiled May Flowers (Fanmade Twst event)

As the saying goes “April showers bring May flowers”

Event summary: Idia somehow gets this game on his tablet and during the rare time he leaves his room to get something from the mystery shop he bumps into a group of students. The students being Riddle, Cater, Ace, Azul, Grim, Yuu, and Sebek. All in a sudden he drops his tablet and the group somehow gets teleported into the game during an event where flowers are blooming and ribbons are all over this city. Lost and confused they decide to get help from a tour guide who is around their age named ‘Oliver’, this ‘Oliver’ takes them on a tour around the city but starts acting weird anytime a guard for the royal family walks near the group. When one of the members of the group decides to ask about the festival he tells them that “it’s a festival of Veiled Flowers, it happens once every year. A magical flower blooms with the help of the heir to the royal family so that the flowers it can bring its blessings to the kingdom.” After he tells the group this story and they continue their journey through the city a royal guard approaches and asks the group if they have seen the Princess, Olivia, as she has gone missing! Just as this happens ‘Oliver’ slips away from the group somehow gets ditching them.

The group realizes that ‘Oliver’ was in fact the Princess, a few guards go after her while the others, suspicious of the group, take them into custody. They eventually meet the Queen and she cuts them a deal, they can help organize things for the festival with the people working on the floats or they can help search for the Princess. If they succeed they can ride on the floats and will grant whatever wish the group may have, but the group is on a limited time schedule as the blessing of the flower is supposed to commence in the next 48 hours. The group agrees to the deal, hopefully they can get back to NRC by the end of things.

Information on the event:

You can draw your OCs to whatever duties you want. you can even have them help out with both if you want!!

Team Organize the Festival: Idia, Riddle, and Azul

SSR: Idia Veiled Flower Prince attire

R: Riddle and Azul The Flower Boy attire

Description: The floats haven’t finished being decorated, some haven’t even picked the theme for the floats, a few are experiencing a couple of errors with things like the lights, and a couple are scared to go over the budget they have left on the rest of the decorations. Looks like these three are settles with helping out with how things are being ran with the floats. The closest they can get to the actual flower too.

Team Find the Princess:

SSR: Cater Veiled Flower Prince attire

SR: Ace and Sebek Flower Knights attire

Description: The three decide to help search for the Princess. She had gone on the run and plans to not return until she does not have to do the duties for the blessing of the flower. Hopefully the three can calmly talk some sense into her without having to fight her .

Rules!:

NO outfits that sexualizes OCs, this is meant to be a wholesome event

Please use the tag #VeiledMayFlowers or you can tag me if you make a post!

Be respectful to everyone’s OCs

Just because they aren’t here in the list doesn’t mean you can’t draw other TWST characters, you can add them here!

Attire must consist of a veil of some sorts and the blue to pink flower you can see on the characters (atleast one flower is needed).

Make sure to have fun!!!!!

here’s the background to put your OCs in! :D

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List of Characters and OCs:

Team one: Help organize the event-

Idia Shroud

Azul Ashengrotto

Riddle Rosehearts

Team two: Help search for the Princess-

Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

Sebek Zigvolt

[ghouljams]

talk-me-out-of-it Tuesday here's my pitch for my shitty novel rework into a nikolai x reader fic

After a mission gone wrong Nikolai finds himself in a mysterious forest, and knocking on the door of an even more mysterious Inn. Unfortunate to have lost his way, but fortunate to have a beautiful creature greet him at the door, Nikolai begins attempting to convince the strange woman to help him out of the forest and back to his team. In a house seemingly stuck in time, and with strange things happening all around him, Nikolai begins to decipher the secrets being kept from him. A mermaid? Now that’s something he can work with. Love? Perhaps less so.

tags: agegap, supernatural elements, siren!reader, kidnapping, hostage situations, slow burn, drowning as a metaphor for love and also as a murder tool, cannibalism as a metaphor for love and also a body disposal method, Nikolai is a bad horrible man, older man/younger(?) woman, teeth, scar worship, Ghoul inventing a siren species specifically to do weird sex stuff

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Laundry Room Mystery | Thunderbolts | Oneshot - 1k

Thunderbolts spoilers!

Bucky can't seem to keep his wardrobe full, so begins his laundry room mystery. His empty wardrobe is the clear victim, but who's the perp?

Warnings: Language and nonsense.

Notes: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AASpring Bingo - "Stop stealing my clothes!" Divider by @saradika-graphics ⚡ I was thinking about a ship while I wrote this but it didn't feel like enough to justify putting it in the description. Will probably write for it in the future, let me know what you think

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes | Spring Bingo

Bucky closed and then opened his wardrobe doors, half hoping the rail would magically fill itself with black t-shirts and jeans if he just wished hard enough.

But they were still starkly empty.

He'd been wearing the same t-shirt for two days, despite putting a load of laundry on, it just never seemed to make it back to his wardrobe before it disappeared. Almost everything was gone, t-shirts, jeans and combat trousers, most of his hoodies, even his socks and boxer briefs had gone!

He continued his search out into the corridor, hoping he'd perhaps just dropped the basket somewhere and forgotten about it during a call, but it was as empty as his wardrobe, still in the same white paint and tiled floor the contractors had chosen.

"Oh, hi Bucky, have you lost something?"

Bucky looked round to find Ava stood, leaning against the wall. There was something familiar about her jeans — he squinted at them, really really familiar.

"Just looking for my laundry." He looked towards the end of the corridor too, just the window out onto the New York skyline, but no laundry.

"I think I saw some of your things in the laundry room." Ava shrugged and turned to go back into her room. There, on the back pocket, was a frayed rip. Those were his jeans!

"Hey wait!"

"See you later, Bucky." He can't stop her phasing through the wall and her bedroom door remains firmly closed as well.

"God damn it." He sighed, he's torn between hating Ava for being able to run away so easily, and being consumed with jealousy that he can't just disappear through walls sometimes.

At least he has some sort of clue, maybe he had just left everything in the laundry room this time. He strode his way through the living room towards the elevator, coming to a stop when he spots his hoodie on the sofa tangled up with a pile of blankets and throw cushions. As he reached down to pick it up the pile moved, revealling a sleeping Bob underneath.

"Hey," Bucky stage whispered, he didn't really have the heart to wake the man. "Hey," he tries again, but Bob just rolled over, snuggling deeper into the neckline and Bucky gave up.

Laundry room, there must be something in the laundry room.

The elevator dinged open far too quickly, revealling a very warm and ruffled looking Yelena in her favourite oversized workout shirt and little black shorts

"Bucky," she smiled looking at his own compression shirt and the sweat pants he wears in the evening, the only clothes he had left in his wardrobe. "You are going to the gym? I could go another round." She laughs and Bucky smiles too, it's nice having Yelena here, someone who reflects some of the darker parts of his own history but with a dry wit and a newfound enjoyment for life.

"Not today, 'Lena, looking for my clean laundry."

"Ahh…" she looked around knowingly and then sniffs, a tell, he's noticed. She knows something.

"Would you know anything about it?"

Yelena shrugged and they danced around each other as she leaves the elevator and he steps inside. "Not a clue, Bucky." She smiles one last time, then lifts a corner of her shirt to wipe sweat from her brow and — for christ's sake those are his boxer briefs. His underwear.

"Yelena you can't just take —"

"Byeee Bucky!" She shouts and the doors click shut, whooshing down to the laundry room.

There's nothing in the laundry room.

Not his clothes. Not anyones clothes, which is somewhat concerning when he thinks about how many people live in the tower now and how much laundry they must surely generate.

With a resigned sigh he stepped back into the elevator, scrolling his phone to order some new clothes. It'll bankrupt him, at this rate, maybe he can bulk by those t-shirts he likes from the supplier.

The living space is busier when he returns, everyone's sat around on the couches, even Bob's awake and gives him a little wave, hands half covered by Bucky's hoody.

"Ahhh Mr Winter, returned from…" Alexei pauses, trying to figure out where Bucky might have been in his mismatched outfit.

"The laundry room." Yelena supplies and John snorts a laugh.

"It's not funny, Walker, I know Ava and Yelena have been stealing my clothes." Bucky puts his hands on his hips, attempting his scariest stare in an effort to retrieve his jeans and underwear.

"Not guilty," Ava says, waving a hand in the air.

"I know you're lying." He glares back and she simply sticks her middle finger up and goes back to her flipping through a magazine.

"I would never take your things, Bucky." Yelena said very seriously despite the fact it was quite clear her little shorts are actually underwear.

"That's gross, Belova."

"Bite me, Walker."

"Wait a minute." Bucky looks John over again. "That's my t-shirt isn't it?" He scrunches his face up and covers it with both hands to stop himself from leaping over the coffee table and wrestling the shirt back. "I don't know which of you is worse!"

"Pretty sure this is mine." John doesn't even look, just leans back and sips from his mug. Bucky could hit him, but his ridiculous banter is making Bob and Yelena laugh.

"Mr Winter, this is very disrespectful, what are you going to do?"

From between his fingers Bucky sighs again, "Nothing, Alexei, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Forget it, join us." Alexei's voice was loud, but welcoming, and Bucky really can't be bothered internet shopping right now when he could be lazing around and reading his new book with a hot coffee instead. Alexei's buoyant company keeping them from falling into a real argument.

"Only if everyone promises to stop stealing my clothes and return them all by this evening."

The team go quiet, but eventually everyone nods in agreement.

"Good, then I'll join you."

Alexei shifts up, kicking his boots off and planting his feet on the coffee table as the volume starts to rise from everyone talking at once.

Bucky looks from Alexei's beaming face to his socks, one has a little Captain America shield, the other Joaquin's new Falcon logo.

"Are those my fucking socks?"

[highpriestess13]

Message of the Day!

There’s something you desire here but stress is surrounding you receiving it. Something could be pricey which may be causing internal stress for you but spirit is calling for you to save or you may be feeling like you have to dip into your savings in order to purchase this item. This may be a car for some of you or this may be wanting to buy extravagant shit for yourself. I’m hearing “plan and save”. Financial maturity is what I’m getting strongly. 2:22 on the clock… that’s confirmation. Look for different ways to pay for things like coupons or sales.. or you may never know, the very thing you may want just might go on sale! It’s like you’re supported heavily. What you may think may not go your way, it actually will. That 8 & 9 of swords energy is coming to mind. Stop doubting & stressing before the solution unfolds… have more trust & faith. If you really want it, spirit will do their due diligence to make sure you have it. It’s giving ✨highly favored✨. Now act like you are! lol

I see a message, gift, offer, guidance, or someone coming in but there’s a blockage or you’re going to be real skeptical about it. Spirit is wanting for you to be free/ open. It’s giving blessing in disguise. I’m hearing “you got me working day and night” by Michael Jackson. So this is definitely someone else.. but it may also be you, only time will tell. But someone is definitely hard at work… but in disguise. It’s like spirit working things in your favor behind the scenes. You don’t know a damn thing and they’re wanting to keep like that too. Don’t wanna ruin the surprise 😏. Illusions, confusions, all that mysterious vibe yep that’s ending. I’m also hearing something about “true intentions”. Some of you could be receiving intuitive nudges to discern a situation or someone… maybe to even leave them behind. Once you do, this transformation will bring meaningful elevation, surprises, good luck, success, triumph, recognition… all that good shit lol. Paths are being cleared for you, that’s why everything has been going so smoothly recently lol.

It’s time to get back into balance whether this is financial or physical, or both. You’re carrying too much which is causing you to fumble or become unstable in some way. I see someone loosing their balance… like literally. Pour into the earth, let it be transmuted for you. Libation could be significant too. Stars are either aligned or coming close to alignment which is why you’ve been feeling very confident in yourself.. and don’t get me started with the staring and head turning 👀. Most of you ain’t looking for love and that’s alright. I feel like someone feels, if they’re not stable in their own personal life… why try to keep up with a relationship? I hope that made sense. Like someone loves perfectionism. If things ain’t right in the inside, then it’s not going to look right on the outside. You or someone could be one of those “I gotta have my ducks in a row before anything”. And trust, you will just continue to have faith. Some of you are so bossed up ( or about to be) that you’re not going to want a relationship. Work on that heart chakra too 👀. You’re no longer pouring into anything nor anyone that’s unfaithful and non- reciprocal. You’re choosing you and that’s fine… you’re not making choices for other people anymore, you’re making choices for you!

“I can see clearly now the rain is gone” it sure tf is!! But you don’t see it yet, that’s just spirit letting you know ahead of time that, that uncertainty will be undone. Those blockages will be undone. Idk why but the “Our Father” prayer is coming to mind. You’re NOT going to see what happens next or what’s coming towards you. That is being blocked from your sight to avoid any sabotage or trying to move ahead of spirit & divine timing. If you’re at a crossroads, a path you didn’t see before will become visible to you soon but as of right now… buckle tf up! “Smooth sailing”. You’re rising above challenges and obstacles with a clear mindset & clearer vision. You’ve humbled yourself in so many ways that even your past self wouldn’t believe. So yes, you are making progress, you are growing & healing. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not happening. Some of you may even meet someone new too, I’ll give it between cancer and Leo season or that might their sign… or yours 🤷‍♀️. It’s giving long term, marriage, happiness, celebration. “With the quickness” is what I’m hearing. Something with 5-8 days or weeks could be significant. Like the first 5 days there may be a lot of chaos/ tension but 3 or 8 days later everything starts falling into place. It’s like you gotta hit a temporary rough patch before you can enter calmer waters. But it’s all divinely timed & planned… like that’s what is supposed to happen in order for you and this person to align with one another. Quite frankly, it’s giving “by fate” or “by chance” lol. Like, if a situation didn’t happen you guys probably wouldn’t have met type shit lol.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Recently extinct species make me sad for all the usual and normal reasons (loss of life, biodiversity and unique life forms that experienced the world wholly uniquely and acted in it like no other, to name three), but a big thing that also makes me so sad is the forgetting that comes right after. Many endangered species are greatly ignored to begin with whilst alive of course, which is awful, but the way that extinction also causes us to forget. A species could’ve been so abundant a hundred years ago, people would’ve used a fish species or a tasty plant for food, or parents would’ve warned their children to not put a poisonous toadstool or insect in their mouth, a diver would exclaim, “Aha!” after emerging from the shallows holding an especially big bivalve, or someone making a species diary would sketch out a local bird or fasten a single flower to the page. But.. then the species goes extinct. It doesn’t exist anymore. None of these events, these actions happen anymore. Not with these species. The people who had these experiences dwindle out and they may not even realise that their experiences were among the last of their kind. And we forget.

[natjennie]

I already know I'm gonna be obsessed with falin's subversive version of haunting the narrative. as soon as I figure out what she has going on, I'm gonna be insane about it.

[ganondoodle]

got visually spoiled on the literally last thing i was still actively missing and working towards in totk but i dont think im gonna like it anyway ...

if it is what i think it is, and what it looks like to be, its just yet another nail in the coffin (or however you say that) as to why the lore sucks in this game even tho it had such good setup and so much potential

[velvetjune]

Spoilers for Alan Wake/Control games and DLCs: one of the things I really like in Alan Wake 2 is the confirmation that, no, Alan can’t create something out of nothing. There were implications in-story that supported that, but it was good to have that be a big part in the sequel. The AWE control dlc easily made it seem like Alan himself had a role in the events of the game and the formation of the FBC, and, personally, seeing it through that lens cheapened a lot of the game and Jesse’s story. Instead, having his writing influence the Hiss and try to manipulate (even out of desperation) Jesse/the FBC to end Hartman and get help, fit right into plot and conflicts of Alan Wake 2, with Alan being sympathetic, but also an asshole for trying to change and control people’s lives in his writing.

[lurkiestvoid]

HILL HOUSE CLAN COMMUNITY CATS UPDATES: it's not going great :(

The Okay News:

ANOTHER new orange cat we haven't seen before!! Again!! and this boy is HUGE and built like a BOULDER and I'm calling him Ahnold.

I couldn't get a good pic but his jowls are omg so big. Unlike Old Man (paler, scruffier, not bulky) and Shorttail (short tail, dangly belly pooch, not bulky) His LEGS and TAIL and SHOULDERS are SO CHONKY he's like an old lil bodybuilder. And he hoovered up huge mouthfuls of kibble at a time like a backhoe.

The Bad News:

- Old Man has not been seen, that we know of, for roughly a week or two. This is sometimes normal, we go periods without seeing some of them and then they turn up, but with his Apparent Age and the predators we can't help but worry.

- Buddy has been mauled. We don't know when and we're not fully sure which cat.

- He has a weeping, deep puncture wound on his flank right by his tail, looks like teeth. Big chunk of fur missing.

- His poor face :( his nose is all scratched up and he has a big gash under his right eye, which he's mostly holding closed.

- He has become much more skittish and (imo) seems to have lost weight.

- the second he saw this guy eating he BOLTED. This is entirely unlike him, he's usually somewhat cautious and very quick to just Submit, and just keeps his distance until it's his turn, but this time he was scared.

- We haven't seen him much the last day or two outside of this, so we don't know if he's reacting to all the other kitties like this, or just Ahnold. He did freeze and tense when he saw Shorttail (unusual) but didn't bolt like with Ahnold.

- we think possibly this newcomer is the one who hurt him, but Ahnold very much looks Not New to the Streets. We're not sure where he came from nor when, but he likely wasn't recently dumped like some of the others.

- I'm gonna try and get pictures of both Buddy and Ahnold tomorrow in the daylight, if I see them.

- We don't know what to do, and we DEFINITELY do not have the funds to get Buddy any kind of help. we can barely afford to just feed them all and the neighbors aren't really interested so far in helping, though a couple others have also been leaving out food.

The ???? news:

- The cats aren't eating as much and haven't been coming around as much, and we don't know why.

- Maybe they've got lots more folks feeding them now? But several of them look like they've lost weight this week, including Buddy before he was attacked.

- Normally we fill the tray in the morning and it's gone by nightfall, which worked out to cut down on raccoons and mice; now they maybe eat only half the tray? And the raccoons finish it off (and dirty up the water washing it lol) after midnight.

- ????

- The plan was to get them used to Morning Feedings and to hopefully gather them more often this way, to better identify/count them and start figuring out how to get them help. Something has disrupted this and we don't know what

- We don't think Ahnold is keeping the other cats away from the food since we only saw him for the first time this evening, but we can't be 100% sure and we're not outside all the time.

- ????????????????????????? it's free fuckin food where did everybody go

[unproduciblesmackdown]

oh hooray that this was reuploaded by the videographer

[salt-baby]

I think the take-away from my near death experience is that I am simply unkillable

[impossible-rat-babies]

idk if I’m gonna replay DT anytime soon but boy howdy I sure wish I could bc there’s stuff I wanna rotate

[powerfulkicks]

i feel like my life is empty and useless bc i'm so tired i can't do anything that i want to do. i want to write or draw but i can't. i'll never be able to make a large creative project like i want to do but like that's all i want to do with my life is create art so like if i can't do that what's left.....