#tho ray is super protective

[jen-with-a-pen]

JO IM KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING THIS MADE MY WEEK 🥹🥹🥹🥹😁😁😁😂😂😂

literally. means the WORLD to me.

Good thing I make coffins custom fit! You and @goldylions can be buried together 😂😂⚰️⚰️

𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗧𝗛𝗬, 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗨𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗦

summary: After what you assumed would be a successful mission, things veer off-course and you're stuck with Bucky Barnes in Istanbul with no way out until morning. The tension between you comes to head and nothing will be the same again.

parings: Protective!Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Sniper!Agent!Curvy!F!Reader

word count: 6.5K

warnings: enemies to lovers, angst, canon-level violence with just a bit more blood, guns, reader is a sniper/sharp-shooter, hate-making out, degradation, fighting, insults and cursing, teasing/banter, reader and bucky don't know how to talk about their feelings (or to eachother), spanking, doggy, angry-horny, rough-ish sex, pent up anger, pent up sexual tension, power dynamics, protective!Bucky, vague hinting to Bucky's PTSD, no use of y/n, reader is tagged as curvy and is described as such but body description is kept to a minimum

a/n: this work is for @targaryenvampireslayer's Blind Date Writing Challenge! My prompts were "enemies to lovers" and "Again! Please, again!" I am incredibly thankful to Suz for letting me participate. I haven't been able to participate in a challenge since forever ago 😅 ALSO! This is my first time writing enemies to lovers, as well as curvy!reader! even though i'm curvy myself, i hope i did okay ♥ This work is not beta-read. all mistakes are my own. If any mistake is glaringly obvious, please feel free to message me and let me know! p.s. I listened to a lot of PVRIS + Nothing But Thieves writing this, can ya tell? p.p.s. the amount of willpower and struggle with my muse it took to finish this is... a lot. i think she scratched my cornea at some point.

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my ao3 | my masterlist title from: You Know Me Too Well by Nothing But Thieves Read this fic HERE on ao3! ♥Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated as always♥

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

Bucky Barnes has always hated you, and you have always hated Bucky Barnes. At least since you first met, that is. 

Being the newest recruit– and only sharp-shooter–  to grace the S.H.I.E.L.D. Direct Action Team’s roster since signing on the Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes, the hostility was almost immediate from the second you walked in your first day. 

You couldn’t help cringing– which would be quickly followed by raging annoyance and a slight migraine– without remembering your first time training with Bucky. He made it crystal clear he didn’t trust your previous experience or trainers, let alone your sniper training. Within the first week he ground your spirit into dust with his leather combat boots, quashing any attempts to defend yourself. And it’s not like you weren’t familiar with his history, either; he’d broken every single last sharp-shooter that came to the team before you, a hardass ex-assassin with an introverted mean streak who happened one of the top snipers in the United States Army during World War II. Old dogs certainly can learn new tricks, though, and it was extremely apparent when it came to Bucky Barnes.

When you finally had enough midway through the third week, you snapped at him after he corrected you for the umpteenth time on your foot positioning, pointedly informing him you weren’t built like you could take on a goddamned semi-truck with one hand.

Once you finished, he silently handed you a pistol and challenged you to a shoot off. One-handed. You considered it a tie. Tony considered the training range off-limits until he got government permission via S.H.I.E.L.D. to replace every single shooting target and torso dummy in the compound– including the extras.

After that, the two of you weren’t allowed in the gym, on the same mode of transportation, in the infirmary, or the training range without someone else to supervise with a tranquilizer gun at the ready and within arm’s reach of said supervisor. More often than not, though, the ‘someone else’ was either Steve or Natasha– depending who won the coin toss before training that day– and the tranquilizer gun wasn’t really more of a tranquilizer gun than it was a slight sedative to calm each of you down enough for either Steve, or Nat, to drag you out without kicking and screaming at each other. Granted, it only happened one time– a workout competition-turned-sparring match that lasted the better part of four hours– but everyone else agreed to keep it around. Just in case.

You learned, however, exactly how much ketamine it took to down a raging super soldier with a vibranium arm. You couldn’t help but make horse whinnies under your breath every time you passed Bucky in the compound for at least a week. 

With a year of domestic missions underneath your belt, S.H.I.E.L.D. constituted you ready to travel with the DA Team on international missions and operations. You were elated, excited to prove your worth and wit to everyone; especially Bucky, because maybe then he’d be at least keen enough to start showing you a drop of respect.  

Then there was the fallout of when you both learned you’d be sent on the next mission. Together. Albeit with Natasha and Clint– but together. 

Fury said he didn’t have a choice. Tony claimed it was out of his hands. Natasha, while protecting a cowering Steve from the flames and daggers shooting out of yours and Bucky’s glares, flat out told you, “either you both learn to work together, or neither of you are working DA missions again,” adding, with gritted teeth and a pinched bridge, “The whole team thinks you’re a fucking pair of walking time bombs. I don’t wanna use the damn ketamine gun again.”

The next thing you knew, you were on a plane to Turkey with your rifle, wits, and the waiting promise of separate hotel rooms upon arrival. 

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A reddened sun dipped over the Istanbul skyline, swathing the city in shadows. Dusk was imminent as you ascended the rusted fire escape and stepped onto the roof of the abandoned building; the dilapidated outside was perfect enough to designate it as the main stake out location. You sighed in awe at the view, catching the remnants of the sunset while pausing for a brief break before switching into ‘work mode.’ 

“Stop fuckin’ around, get into position,” Bucky said through your ear piece. Shit. You forgot he could see your video feed via the harness crossing over your chest and the cameras Natasha set up on the roof and the building next door. 

“Sorry, Sarge, thought I’d enjoy the view before I dome some fuckin’ war criminal from a thousand yards away,” you huffed. The line went silent, save from what sounded like very faint cursing amidst the static. You rolled your eyes, swinging the gun bag off your back, unpacking and assembling and loading, preparing for working on yet another thrilling Saturday night.

You silently prayed the hotel had a decent bar with decent hours.

Dropping into a prone position, you were thankful for the custom-fit tac suit that hugged your body as your hips and thighs scraped against debris littering the roof as you positioned the scope of your rifle, placing your hand delicately on the trigger. 

“In position,” you muttered, adjusting into a more comfortable, ready-to-bail position in case things went south. When you shot prone, it felt as if the mission at hand weighed just a bit heavier than others. More unbearable. The tactical suit and additional weapons attached to your aching body rivaled that of cinder blocks chained to your legs, weighing you down to the ocean floor in an attempted drowning while you tried to stay above water.

It's never gotten easier, but it's never been harder. 

The past two days had been filled with inconsistent sleep, hiding out, and keeping watch, all while under the watchful eye of Bucky. Bucky, who was watching you from inside the stakeout building, who threw a super soldier temper tantrum about having to figure out the ‘nonsensical logistics’ of how to stream a fucking live video feed, who barely bothered to say a word to you while meeting Natasha at the location that morning– aside from graciously allowing you to borrow his weapons cleaning kit. 

“You didn’t bring your own?” He cocked a judgmental brow at you, looking you up and down like a creature that crawled out of the Black Lagoon. Steely sea-blue eyes met yours, sharp and bright. Challenging. The collar of your tactical suit had instantly tightened.

“Figured we both use the same stuff, might as well bring the one to save space,” you shrugged, cocking a hip. 

Bucky’s eyes flitted to your pronounced curve before you straightened, swallowing. 

“Fine. Go nuts,” he sighed reluctantly, gesturing for you to sit in the guarded seat across from him. You sensed his piercing gaze follow you, feeling the same heat creep up your neck and cheeks just like all the other times he watched you. You chocked it up to an intimidation tactic, because it sure as hell worked.

You shook Bucky out of your brain. You needed to stay focused.  

“Copy. Target is en route to position, t-minus two minutes. Make it clean and make it quick.” Natasha's voice was cool, calming you and the usual racing thoughts in your head during these types of missions. You preferred her over anyone else to be your spotter since your first time out in the field, but this time she was assigned to be the plant, luring the target away from the rather innocent party-goers so they wouldn’t be splattered with brain matter and skull fragments courtesy of you.

Though, you had to admit, in the right scenarios, that was one of the more satisfying things that came with being a sniper.

“Don’t fuckin’ rush it,” Bucky chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him. “Copy, Nat, just keep dangling the carrot.”

“You know I’ll do more than that. Out.” You could hear her wink. 

Two minutes might not seem like much, but missions like these can make it feel like a lifetime. Part of you hoped Bucky watched every second. The other half hoped you could smack the doubtful smirk off his stubble-ridden face– the same exact one he had whenever he watched you train. It was like he wanted you to fail. Like he was expecting it, anticipating it. 

You pinched your wrist. Now was not the fucking time. 

You brought the scope closer to your face, targeting the window Natasha would be bringing the target in front of. The crosshairs helped even out the scene while you lined up the shot right between the bedroom’s curtains. You readied yourself, focusing on breathing and controlling the rise and fall of your chest, steadying your bottom half. You blinked, then, and through the sights you spotted the golden shimmer of Natasha’s dress reflecting off the room’s low lighting. Finger on the trigger, delicately squeezing as the target’s head entered into the crosshairs, stepping unknowingly into the middle of your aim, mere seconds left to live, left until he rots in his deserved place in hell. 

Exhale. Inhale. Hold. Pull.

The target dropped in mere milliseconds as the shot reverberated throughout your body, the sound thankfully muffled by your ear pieces and the silencer. The recoil of the rifle dug into your shoulder, fighting against the rest of your body anchored by stiffened muscles. You exhaled, shaky, still, pushing the scope from your face and resting your head on the cool metal of the stock, allowing it to sear into your burning forehead.

“Confirmed kill. Target down. Meet you back at the hotel, over,” Natasha’s breathless voice crackled into your ear. 

“Copy. On my way down. Bucky do you–”

White hot pain suddenly seared through the back of your skull, slamming you face-first into your rifle. You clutched the back of your head, whipping around to be greeted by the dark void of a gun barrel. You froze, blood draining from your face, stomach free-falling as your gaze traveled up to meet crazed eyes and a twisted face. The man– your assaulter– was clad in black with hints of a tattoo running up his neck like blackened veins. No doubt the symbols hidden under his collar belonged to the syndicate run by his boss. The boss you just killed.

He snarled, yellowed teeth glistening in a maniacal grin. “You’re going to pay for that, little bitch,” he spat and nodded to your rifle as he shoved the barrel in your face. The metal practically branded you like marking a cattle for slaughter.

“Try me, prick,” you gritted through ringing pain and a locked jaw, snarling at the man as you rose, slowly, the barrel unmoving as the gun followed your position.

His grin widened. He began pushing you backwards towards the edge of the roof. Quickly, you kicked your foot out, catching his ankle and grabbing his wrist, pointing the gun at the darkened sky as you clawed at his fingers to release it from his grasp. A deafening shot rang out as you wrestled, sending an elbow straight into your jaw that shoved you away. He aimed for you again as you pulled a knife from your waistband, hurling it at any limb you could hit. It nailed him in his thigh, deep enough you knew it hit bone. He dropped the pistol in favor of his leg, allowing you enough of a break to kick the gun off the roof, sliding it off the opposite edge and down the fire escape.

You stood. You noticed the flicker, the fire, in the man’s eyes as it raged, burning brighter than the streetlights below. He yelled as he lunged, knocking you down again. Hard. Lungs deflated, pain seared through your spine, leaving you sputtering and gasping, grasping desperately for anything: his arms, his legs, your knife, your knife in his leg. Your head spun from the impact, rage and bile boiling in your stomach as arms and legs kicked and thrashed. The man grabbed you by your hair as if to scalp you, limping his way to the edge of the roof, dragging you along inch by inch. You deadened, going limp, hoping to make it that much harder for him to drag you with a knife in his fucking femur. Your stomach dropped as the wind picked up and the distance from the fire escape grew farther away. You knew what was in store: a five-story drop onto the hard street below. 

With impressive strength for a man who was actively bleeding out– and bleeding all over you– he swung you around by the fistful of hair in his hands, dangling your bottom half off the edge of the roof. You fought the panic beginning to set in, thrashing your feet around in an attempt to find some sort of foothold as your hands scrambled to grip the ledge. To add insult to injury, he slammed your head down, skull and jaw dropping with a dizzying thump. A gruff laugh erupted from his chest, and he spat at you. You glanced hesitantly over your shoulder. The world stretched and morphed the longer you looked; your eyes saw a fifty-foot drop while your brain saw a thousand foot death sentence. You willed your sore neck to turn back to the man, only to fight the scream that bubbled up your throat at the sight of a miniature pistol pointed execution-style at you. You ceased any movement, eyes widening, grip tightening on the inch-thick ledge of the roof that held you from becoming a human pancake.

“Looks like you’ll pay after all, bitch!” He grinned, cocking the pistol and preparing to fire. As he squeezed the trigger, as you squeezed your eyes shut, there’s a muffled shot, and then a warm, oozing feeling running down your face and neck. Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, greeted by the sight of the man’s jaw slackened as his eyes began to roll back in his skull. A singular bullet wound centered on his forehead leaked brain and blood and bits of bone. He’s shoved over, body falling like a rag doll and spilling onto the roof. He’s quickly replaced by a seething, panting Bucky with a pistol pointed where your would-be-killer stood. Your eyes widened as your chest constricted, fingertips grinding against the edge as your arms burned and begged to be pulled to solid ground. He lowers the gun, lips parted, eyes boring into your soul like he’s seen a ghost. 

“Sar–Bucky, I’m fuckin’ slipping here!” you yelled as your left hand began to give way to gravity. The entirely reasonable request seemed to piss him off even more as he cursed, dropping his gun and grabbing harshly onto your arms, yanking you back up. He dropped you onto the roof in a heap. While your muscles screamed and you hacked up your lungs trying to regain normal oxygen levels, the annoyance you harbored for Bucky returned just as quickly as the gratefulness you had for his rescue faded once he turned his back on you, heading to the fire escape. 

“Thanks, Bucky, but Jesus fucking–”

He whipped around, blue eyes flashing crimson– a warning sign to choose your next words extremely carefully. 

“Clean up n’ get the fuck down. I’m leaving with or without you in ten fucking minutes,” he seethed, fists clenching onto the fire escape bars. You winced at the groaning sound the metal emitted as he bent it out of place, imprinting his palm prints into the bars.

“Bucky, I– What do–” you stuttered. Thoughts were racing as you looked between him and your would-be murderer decaying in his own drying blood a few feet away. You looked back at him. His eyes, swimming with something unrecognizable, mixed with fear and anger plaguing his features– like he remembered something so vivid, so real, that he was reliving it again.

“Just,” he turns his back to you, voice shaking, “get down here.”

He disappeared, leaving you to clean up the mess.

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The back alleyway was lit with a single, softly glowing flood light that led out to the busy streets. Bucky, who was already waiting for you with a furiously tapping foot, surveilled you with a stuck-snarling lip as you jumped down from the fire escape. The gilded plates in his hand leading up under his sleeve glinted with the violet-tinted vibranium. 

There's a moment, a beat, shared between you as you stood to look at him. You stared at one another, gazes unwavering and refusing to break, to blink. The shadows surrounding you began to move as if they were dancing on Bucky's face, sharpening his jaw, his features. He stayed on you, eyes flitting ever-so-slightly over your form. 

Your face burned.

Bucky cleared his throat. “Take a fuckin’ picture why don’t ya?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Could say th’same for you.” 

He grumbled something– probably cursing you– under his breath. As he opened his mouth to hurl an insult your way, both your phones pinged.

♦ Natasha: Taking last flight out of IST. Jet coming early AM. Lay low. Don’t kill each other. Please. Talk soon.

You swallowed a groan. 

“Fuckin’ great,” Bucky muttered, loud enough for you to hear. 

“Uh, okay. Fuck you, too, then,” you shot at him defensively. Knee-jerk reaction. Pinching the bridge of your nose and kicking yourself, you dropped the subject. Not the fight you wanted to pick at that moment. “Let’s– let's just call a cab and get to the hotel.”

“No. I have a bike. And we’re going to a safehouse.”

“Bucky, it's dark enough, my bag is–”

Suddenly, he was much closer than a mere second before, backing you up against the wall of the stakeout building. He beat you in height by a decent amount, but him towering over you really put it in perspective. His broad shoulders heaved, vibranium arm whirring in overdrive as he jabbed a plated finger at you, his face inches from yours. 

“I. Don't. Fucking. Care,” he stabbed each word into your sternum. “Bike’s down at the other end of the block. We're taking it, or you can fuckin’ walk. Doesn't matter to me.” 

You wanted to take his finger and break it.  

You glared, focus shifting between his startlingly bright blue eyes and the strange closeness of his face to yours. It was like you were seeing him– like, actually seeing him– for the first time in high definition. All of his details– the small scars by his hairline, the slight crookedness of his nose, crow’s feet and worry lines beginning to etch themselves into his skin, the indent between his brows– overwhelmed you as your eyes darted all over his face. You snapped back to his glare and were suddenly very conscious of your own facial expression that failed to rival his. You set your jaw and furrowed your brow.

You doubted it was convincing.

“Fine.” 

He stepped back and started striding down the alleyway with you at his heels. Your grip on the straps of the gun bag burned your palms as you tried to keep up with Bucky’s annoyingly long strides. At the intersection between the main street and two shops sat a garage; it appeared closed for the night, but was still open to Bucky, apparently, who pulled a key out from under an unsuspecting plant. He unlocked the large metal door, lifting it to reveal a tiny space that was barely big enough to house the large motorcycle and a workbench scattered with parts and tools. He strolled in like he owned the place and grabbed one of the helmets hanging off the motorcycle’s handles, handing it to you with an outstretched arm as he saddled himself onto the bike. You looked from him to the helmet, mouth agape and brow arched in confusion. 

When you didn’t take it, he rolled his eyes and shook it at you.

“C’mon, we don’t have all night.”

“When the hell did you–”

“I’ve got my ways. Now c’mon, put the damn helmet on,” he huffed, leaning back on the seat. His thick thighs clenched and straddled the gunmetal-body of the motorcycle. You held back the shiver that ran up your back as you crossed your arms, hip cocking out in defiance. In the briefest of pauses, Bucky stilled, and you swore you caught his eyes scanning down your body, your curves and full figure, before snapping back up to meet yours. He scoffed, smirking to himself and shaking his head.

“The fuck are you laughin’ at?” Your face turned hot, prompting your arms to hug tighter over your chest. You felt off balance. 

He said nothing and tossed the helmet to you. Your arms uncrossed and reacted much faster than your brain did as you barely caught it, slipping it on. Pointedly sighing, you relented and climbed onto the bike as Bucky put his own helmet on, sliding the visor down. In the shortly-live silence, your breathing echoed his, the air weighing heavy with anticipation. You were suddenly hyper-aware of every single little touch, every tiny movement made, every breath taken– like a bucket of ice water getting splashed on you, you were present for what felt like the first time that night.

The bike roared to life and Bucky leaned forward to fit his body closer to the handles. 

“Might wanna hang on,” he yelled over the noise. You hesitated, probably for a second too long for Bucky’s liking as he looked behind you and rolled his eyes (you knew he did, even behind the stupid visor.) He reached behind his back and grabbed your wrist, pulling you against him and wrapping your arm around his waist. Your free arm followed suit, tightly embracing him, heart pounding in your chest at the sudden act. You lurched forward as he rode out of the garage and began down the street; the location was a mystery to you, other than you knew it was one of the regular S.H.I.E.L.D. approved safehouses in Istanbul.

Weaving through the other bikes and cars, you couldn’t help but lean closer into Bucky, watching the lights and sights pass by in a blur. Fingers fanned over his abdomen as you held on, feeling the firm leather tac jacket against your skin– which became firmer upon pressing into him and feeling like you were palming a brick wall. Knees fit together at the sides of the bike, shifting ever-so-slightly whenever he braked or shifted. Worst of all, as you hugged your chest into his back, you had a front-row seat in viewing the way his broad shoulders twisted with laser-like precision as he drove.

It took every ounce of energy not to let go and fall off the bike. 

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The four-flight trudge up to the safehouse– more like safeapartment, actually– was a miserable one, especially with twenty pounds worth of gear on your back and a highly impatient super soldier on your ass telling you to “hurry the fuck up.”

“Again: ‘m not built like a fuckin’ freight train, here, Bucky,” you panted as your legs struggled in rounding the fourth and final landing. He didn’t bother to wait for you, instead turning wordlessly off the landing, heading down the hallway to the door with the keys jingling against his vibranium hand. You caught up to him, standing awkwardly off to the side as he fumbled with the sticky lock, and you couldn’t help but watch the way his hands moved. The way the vibranium prosthetic moved as fluidly as his flesh and bone, the way the plates glinted in the dimly lit hallway, the way his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. 

Bucky swung the door open, pulling you out of your trance. He flicked on a light switch to reveal a small apartment complete with a cramped living room, couch, small T.V., and an open kitchen in the back. A hallway diverted off to the left, presumably to the bathroom and–

“It’s a one bedroom,” Bucky muttered, stepping into the apartment. You looked at him incredulously. 

“You– you’re kidding, right?” you asked, closing the door behind you and dropping your bag off to the side. 

“No. Why would I?” Bucky turned to you, cocking a brow with hands set on his hips, revealing his undone tac jacket and the tightest fucking dry-fit shirt underneath. It was practically a second skin, hugging against his abs you felt earlier. You stared slack-jawed at him like he didn’t just hear himself speak.

“Because there’s only one fucking bed?” 

“Yeah. And I’m taking it. You get couch duty,” he stated matter-of-factly. His crooked smirk prodded at your nerves.

You scoffed and mirrored his stance. “What? No! I did the work today, you sat around and just… watched.”

His face hardened. “I sat and just… watched?” he repeated, tone challenging you as he took a step forward. 

You swallowed. “You heard me.”

One second, you were ready to hurl another choice word at Bucky. The next, you were slammed against the back of the door. Hard. 

Bucky had rushed you, grabbing your arms with bruising force and forcing them up, pinning your wrists on either side of your head. You yelled in protest, failing to squirm out of the cage that was his body. 

“Look at me right fuckin’ now,” he demanded, lips curling into a snarl and bared teeth. His voice turned, a complete 180. Dominating, commanding, enraging. When you didn’t obey instantly, he slammed your wrists against the door again.

“Look at me!” 

“No! Fuck– Get off me!” 

With your feet still free, you started kicking him, eliciting what sounded like a growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. Bucky passed your wrist in his metal hand off to his flesh one, pinning both hands above your head while shoving a thick thigh between both of yours– right against your core. An uncontrollable yelp escaped from you as he pushed. Heat pooled in your lower stomach, and it took every bit of control to stop yourself from clenching your thighs together automatically. The fire Bucky ignited only grew, imaginary flames roaring in your stomach and racing up your limbs. His prosthetic hand snaked up your neck and squeezed your chin, squishing your cheeks and lips, forcing your eyes to him.

You felt lightheaded. Bucky– fuck, nobody– ever grabbed you like that; like you belonged to them. To him.

“You’re gonna listen to me, and listen good,” he shook your face, “I saved your fuckin’ life tonight, ‘member? When you were defenseless and as good as fuckin’ dead on that roof? You made me shoot that piece of shit point blank. You made me almost shoot you.” 

His voice shook and he looked away, biting his lip then coming back to you. “I fuckin’ saved your life when you should’ve saved your own. If it’d been any later– if I’d been a second later–” He steadied a breath, shaking his head and scoffing a laugh. He focused back on you with wildly electric blues. “I saved your life. Therefore, I get the goddamned bed tonight. Got it?”

You stared at him for a second longer before nodding gently. The energy building between you was enough to burn the entire building down if someone lit a cigarette. A smirk slowly bloomed across your lips. He released your chin, hand sinking down to rest against your collarbone. 

“Is that all, Sergeant?” 

His Adam's apple bobbed.

“What did you just call me?” he whispered, sliding a vibranium palm around the column of your neck, plated fingers resting on your pulse point. He twitched. Inches.

“You heard me.” 

The air, thick in the apartment, felt charged. 

“Needja t’say it again. Can’t hear too well,” he slurred, licking his lips. Eyelids fluttering, hands squeezing. Centimeters.

“Whatever you say,” you lilted. Millimeters. “Sergeant.”

Lightning struck. Everything ignited, setting fire to both of you as Bucky’s lips seared into yours. Hard, sloppy, desperate as tongue and teeth swapped secrets like old friends. He was unexplored territory, yet he felt so familiar. His prosthetic slowly relented the grip on your wrists, dropping to your shoulder, sliding down your chest where he greedily groped and slid over every last peak and dip of your body: tits screaming for release from your suit; hips jerking in short bursts at his every movement. He grabbed your ass and pulled you closer, forcing your thick thighs to spread wider as his own pushed further against your arousal.

“Been–” Bucky smacked your lips, kissing hungrily across your cheek and biting down your neck, “Shit– Been wanting this so– long, fuck–” He pressed into you, his cock harder a gun in his waistband. You couldn’t hold onto the intensely lust-filled moan that spilled from your throat much longer. Bucky grinned against your neck, lapping and sucking and marking your skin like he owned you. Like he could do whatever he wanted to you. 

And you let him.

“Gotta get this shit off you,” Bucky mumbled into your neck as he shed his own jacket, face not leaving your skin. Rough hands grabbed onto you and ripped away the buckles and buttons of the jacket that kept your body from him. A deep groan rumbled inside his chest as he threw the top half of your suit to the side, drinking in the beautiful sight of your body, hugged in all the right places by the cami that was riding up your stomach while your tits gasped for air, spilling out, fighting against your sports bra.

“Holy–fuck, holy shit.” 

Bucky Barnes was speechless. And you were the reason why. 

He stopped as your wrists came down from above your head and fell down your frame. 

“God, you’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

Your heart stopped.

“You’re telling me.”

Another charge surged and you threw yourself at Bucky, sending both of you stumbling through the living room. Hands grasped and groped. Fingers busied themselves with removing clothing, undoing pants to throw one way and stripping shirts to toss another. You were magnetized to him, carding through his cropped chocolate hair, hooking your arms behind his neck– which was still bare and practically begging you to mark it in every way you knew. Stumbling over an end table, knocking into the wall that led down the hallway, dragging one another to the bedroom only to pause when you whined at Bucky to shut the door. 

Both of you were near-naked, relishing in each other’s skin by the time you made it to the bed, falling on it with him on top of you in a heap. Bucky hiked you further up the bed, dropping you onto the several pillows that made it feel like Cloud 9. You looked up at him straddling your hips with legs that seemed to spread wider the further down he sat. Eyelids fluttered while your pupils adjusted to the dark bedroom. What lay before was a scene out of your wildest fantasy. 

Bucky sat back on his hips, hair spiking out in wild tufts, cock aching to break free from the confines of his briefs as he stared back at you hungrily. His tongue jutted out to wet his lips, dragging the bottom half back into his teeth while his lust-blown pupils trained directly on you. You truly hadn’t registered the god-like, sculpturesque muscles leading down his chest and over his rippling abs that finished in a very defined ‘V’ below the waistband of his briefs. The veins bulging in his arm and hand were enough to send you spiraling. Everything before you left you speechless. Wanting. Needing.

Bucky slid painstakingly slow hands over your hips, up your waist, your ribs, slipping curious fingers underneath the hem of your sports bra. He didn’t rip it off like you expected, however. 

He looked at you. Really looked at you. “You–” his Adam’s apple bobbed, “y’know this’ll change everything. Right?” 

You nodded, eager, confident. “Yeah. I– I know.”

“You wanna do this?” He tugged harder.

“Yes.” Another tug. Your tits begged for release. 

“And you… got protection, er–” he hesitated, cocking a brow.

“Pill. I–I’m on the pill,” you breathlessly assured him. You added with a shrug, “I assume you didn’t bring any…”

He scoffed a laugh. “You weren’t exactly on my list of things t’do.”

“Well I hope I’m a top priority, now.”

“Number fuckin’ one.”

The elastic tore as he ripped the fabric, finally releasing your breasts from their constraint. Bucky discarded your ruined bra and turned back to you. His hands gravitated automatically to your chest, kneading, squeezing; thumbs and index fingers on both sides felt around for your nipples and pinched the sensitive buds, eliciting a squeal from you and another rush of arousal flooded your core. 

Bucky hummed while locking his lips onto a pointed peak, mouthing and nipping and sucking. You mewled, running a hand up the back of his head and through his messy hair. His vibranium hand started downwards, sending your senses into overdrive as metal fingers teased the hem of your hipsters that met the crease in your thigh. He released your swollen nipple with a pop.

“Fuck you’re soaked, baby,” he moaned. Tugging your hipsters down your legs, he returned to leaning back on his hips. You’re breathless, panting, melting before him as he palms his thick erection. The girthy, leaking head poked over the waistband, aching to finally meet you. To feel you.

He stripped his briefs off, springing his cock free. You couldn’t tell if the uncontrollable moan that escaped from your lips was because of how mouth-watering he was or the thrilling worry that flooded your mind at the thought (and soon-to-be very real act) of fitting him– all of him– inside you. You glanced at him, catching the way his eyes darkened into something sinister, something hungry and uncontrollable. His jaw hardened as he pumped himself, leaking precum droplets onto your thighs. 

“Get on your fuckin’ stomach,” he commanded. You obeyed, willing to do anything in your power to quell the iron-hot ache that made your pussy throb with want. The second your palms hit the mattress he grabbed you, hands bruising your love handles and ass as he yanked you back to him, shoving your face down into the pillows. With your cheek pressing into the mattress, face squishing into your elbow, all of the oxygen was pulled from your lungs. A beat of silence filled the void between you before a loud SMACK followed by a stinging pain radiating from your ass. 

SMACK. “That was for the back talk.”

SMACK. “That was for scarin’ me t’night.”

SMACK. “And that was for makin’ me have to wait this long to fuck your stubborn ass.” 

Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth and onto the sheets as you chewed your lip, trying (and failing) to dull the harsh, hot pain. Hands gripping your hips, bruising and rough, he yanked you back to meet his front. His cock jammed in between your cheeks as he grinded on you, kneading your ass to mold around him. 

“You’re gonna take me,” he rasped, low and throaty. “All of me.”

You felt him line himself up with your entrance, his girthy head poking and prodding at your entrance. A beat. Hesitation from both of you before he finally snapped forward, plunging into you, filling you, stretching you wider than you could’ve imagined. Once inside, he paused, shifting inside you, cursing breathlessly at the perfect fit. You groaned and desperately shifted your hips in silent hope that Bucky would fucking move. The stretching, the fullness, everything gnawed at your insides that were begging for release. For pleasure. 

“F-fuck Bucky, please–!” He slowly, painfully, rolled his hips in small, dragged-out thrusts before pulling out of you with the most self-control you’d ever see from him and jamming right back into you. 

“Fuck! Again! Please, again!” 

He obeyed you; his hips gradually began to pick up speed, thrusting erratically into you. 

“Gimme your arm,” he gritted between hissed curses. Your brain was on a three-second delay between hearing him and when you started to twist; too slow for Bucky’s liking, he growled, bending– and, in turn, stuffing himself until his base scraped your ass– to grab your arm, pinning against your back with a stern hold. The pain, the pleasure, the all-of-it fanned the flames inside you, growing hotter and hotter and threatening to implode. 

“‘M so close, baby, so–” he gasped, “Fuck, where do I–?”

“Back,” you answered, muffled against the sheets. “My back, I– ah!” You clenched around him, locking him in place as the implosion erupted within you. White-hot flashes of intense pleasure shot through your veins like a lethal shock. You screamed. You trembled. You felt the most all-consuming release rock you to your core, all while Bucky drilled into you harder, faster, his own coil on the brink of snapping. His hips began to stutter into you while you rode your high, mewling when it was time to pull from you in a hurry, his fist furiously pumping the last few seconds. A pleasured cry came from his body as hot ropes shot onto you, painting your skin in warm bursts, cum pooling where your spine arced. He groaned. Fist slowing in pumps, he fell onto the covers next to you in a heap as you cautiously lowered your back.

For a minute it was just your labored breathing echoing one another. The smell of sex lingered in the air, the distant sounds of the streets below and within the quiet building were muffled by the walls of the bedroom. It felt like forever before the bed shifted. Bucky stood, fumbling around on the ground for his discarded briefs. Kneeling back onto the bed, you flinched at the suddenly soft touch of fabric as he cleaned you up, wiping your skin until satisfied. He tossed the boxers back onto the ground somewhere unseen, rolling over back to his place next to you. You couldn’t help the smile on your lips, biting it back as you flipped over to look at Bucky, who was already staring at you with a soft smile. 

“Thanks.”

He shrugged in response. “Looks like we both needed it.”

You nodded. “Does this mean ’m still sleeping on the fuckin’ couch?”

“Hm. No, I’ll let you off the hook,” he said, grabbing the covers and pulling them over you both.

“I think I like being off the hook better than being on it.”

“Mhmm, sure,” he hummed. The covers shrouded you as he placed a metal hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb in soft circles as he pulled you in for another electrifying kiss.

[haikyuubby]

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 - 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

❀ , ☼ - featuring: death the kid, soul, blackstar, maka, tsubaki, liz, patty, and crona.

death the kid

• good luck

• in a relationship, he’d want you to look as symmetrical as possible to him. (i’m outta luck 😍)

• he’s the typa guy to lint roll ur clothes if he sees a piece of dog or cat hair on them.

• dtk is definitely anxious and an overthinker in a relationship

• his love language is gift giving

• he’s not really into too much pda, but if someone starts eyeing you when you’re with him, he’ll start holding your hand or put his arm around your waist.

• he def needs a s/o who has a lot of patience.

• overall he’d be a pretty good boyfriend

soul

• basic teenage boy

• what more can i say

• likes pda

• his love language is physical touch

• he def always have a arm around your shoulder or waist most the time

• he likes when you take care of him

• yk making sure he’s okay, tending to his wounds and such

• he’d be a pretty chill bf, he is the jealous type tho

blackstar

• slightly annoying boyfriend

• maybe more than slightly

• but if you’re already dating him you should know about his…beaming personality by now

• he’s always doing things to impress you

• like crazy stunts and trying to fight randos

• he def gets super worried abt you if you get hurt or sick

• very protective over you

• love language is words of affirmation

• he’s also another jealous type

• and immature

• but super loving

maka

• a good s/o

• puts all her trust in you to do the right things, have her back, etc

• not really the jealous type but if she does happen to get jealous, she’ll be quiet about it

• she’ll cook, clean, basically do anything for you

• she loves when you compliment her, anything about her tbh

• not really too into pda, but a little hand holding and hugging is okay.

• her love language is a mix of gift giving and words of affirmation

tsubaki

• very good gf

• she doesn’t rlly get jealous because she trusts you and she knows that she has nothing to worry about

• her love language is physical touch

• she loves when you hold her hand or when you give her small kisses on the cheek

• she loves it when you rake your hands through her hair

• she also loves when you feel her up (🤭)

• overall she’s pretty chill, but she does get nervous about some things

• and any time she does, she goes to you right away.

liz

• very mature

• she is just simple in a relationship

• like don’t lie, don’t cheat, and it’s all good

• she knows when she’s in the wrong, and she’ll call you out for the same thing too.

• only gets jealous when it’s justified

• like if someone started flirting with you right in front of her

• her love language is quality time

patty

• good gf

• she’s just a ray of sunshine tbh

• only time y’all have relationship problems is when she feels like you aren’t giving her enough attention

• her love language is physical touch

• she’s always on you in some way

• her favorite way to be on you is by piggyback riding

• she doesn’t rlly get jealous tbh

• she don’t think of things that deeply 😭

crona

• oh my

• VERY anxious s/o

• they don’t rlly know what to do

• for like anything

• so crona’s always like “Am I doing this wrong?” when it comes to ANYTHING in the relationship

• def needs a s/o that can give lots of reassurance and has patience.

• crona would get jealous often, and it would be obvious

• love language is def quality time

• you just have to be patient with crona, if something happens and they don’t understand what they did wrong, you’d just need to be able to explain everything in GREAT detail so crona understands.

[bittersweetterror]

Dont think about how tgoy Gerard probably told Mikey that he would be fine before they stormed the beach. How he as a big brother promised to protect him and that no one would hurt him. How even tho Mikey was an adult and could very much understand the consequences of war he still listened to Gerard. How Mikey tried to convince himself that they would actually be fine, and after a while also started to believe it. How Gerard puched his worries aside and acted all happy as to calm Mikey.

So when Mikey realizes that he is shot and realizes that he wont survive he almost feel betrayed by Gerard. Gerard did promise that no one would hurt him. So why was he then laying in the sand, bleeding chest, with Ray trying his best to stop the bleeding. Did he even see Gerards desperate attempt to get to his brother? Had he ever realized that Mikey was Gerards entire world?

Would he die knowing there was nothing Gerard could do to save him? Or did he die thinking Gerard had failed him?

oh boy i’m never NOT thinking abt this.

They were part of The Bloody First, i think by the name u can easily assume what happened to that division.

there is NO way that Ray survived sitting out in the open like that, he would have died right on top of Mikey also knowing what Gerard had said to him. Mikey and Ray couldn’t even hear Gerard calling out their names while they were dying, there was no way that Mikey could have known that Gerard even saw him get shot. They called out to each other both unable to do anything.

I don’t think Mikey ever believed he would have been ok, I think he just wanted to trust his brother. Gerard would spend the rest of his life knowing he promised Mikey he’d be ok and they would make it out together. Not only did he fail Mikey, but he failed Ray, his mother, Frank and himself.

I fully doubt that Bob and Frank made it out as well, Bob is far too hot headed and Frank is an idiot. The chances that Gerard even made it are small. Even if Gerard did live, he would have never gone back to that bar. At least they all died somewhat together, most likely on the same beach just a few feet apart from each other.

So Gerard never really left Mikey, he sure did fail him though.

Gerard knew the chances, still he pressured Mikey into coming with him.

( I do wish we could have been shown a dog tag so I could know if they enlisted or were drafted that would be super interesting 🤓)

[kyojurismo]

I don't know if I did this one before so sorry if I did but can I have headcanons of Obanai, Sanemi and Shinobu dating Giyuu Civilian one year younger sister? Like this girl is an absolute sweetheart and the popular one but despite that is so kind and loving especially to Giyuu and is one of the few that is able to make him smile, laugh and spoil? Also Giyuu Hella protective of her.

▸ ANSWERING. hello! actually yes you already requested something like this but since this ask is more specific i’m using it haha, no worries tho <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. sanemi shinazugawa, obanai iguro & shinobu kocho x fem!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. giyu is here but i mainly focused on these three lol, fluff, making out, not proofread

giyu is 21 y/o, so are sanemi & obanai, while shinobu is 19 y/o, so that makes reader 20 years old in this (just doing the math, don’t mind me)

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

sanemi couldn’t stand your brother, but when he noticed you that one time tomioka took you to meet oyakata-sama

his gaze softened, yeah that sounds cliché but it’s true

you were like a little ray of sunshine

he approached you when you were alone

well, alone = without giyu

due to your personality you were pretty popular so you had a lot of friends

you always found time to take care of giyu, taking him to eat salmon daikon and basically spoil him

he’s always seen laughing and smiling when you’re around

giyu discovered about you two dating when you were wishing sanemi good luck before a mission and he almost passed out when he saw the wind hashira grab your face and kiss you passionately

he tried to convince you lo leave him because he thought sanemi was pretty reckless in battles and also his hot temper wasn’t one of his best qualities

but if you were happy he respected your decision, he just wanted to protect you after all

“sanemi is really sweet, giyu! don’t worry too much,” you smiled softly at him, reassuring your older brother

OBANAI IGURO

don’t ask me how you two got together

it just happened

literally, obanai grew so fond of you that he started being around you every moment

kaburamaru showed his interest for you and loved getting petted by you

“he don’t bite,” obanai said confidently, letting you hold his little friend

“yes he does!” here’s giyu to the rescue

[IT’S ALL TIKTOK FAULT BYE]

kaburamaru did in fact hissed at your brother, but because he wanted to keep getting petted by you

he was even more surprised when you two started dating

obanai took you eating, you two usually walked a lot together when he wasn’t busy with slayers duty, he also gifted you with cute hairpins and jewellery

he spoiled you ngl

he surprisingly started leaving tomioka alone so you won’t get upset at him

giyu accepted the fact that you loved him and that somehow he was the right one for you

SHINOBU KOCHO

shinobu found you interesting and there was something about you that drew her attention

it started as a friendship because at first you were clueless lol

but you discovered you actually liked her more than just a friend

“my little sister and the insect hashira were holding hands the whole time?” he stared at rengoku, his face white paled. “yes, they were! a very cute couple, i must say!” smiles widely unaware about giyu’s true feelings

dead shocked

but she’s a reliable and caring person

the fact that you two were dating was confirmed when giyu surprised you making out with shinobu not too far from his mansion

“you told me tomioka was on a mission, darling,” shinobu chuckled when she noticed how tensed up he seemed. “he was!”

i think that shinobu being your girlfriend didn’t took that much time to settle in his mind, she wasn’t too bad after all

he trusted her with you and noticed the way she acted when you were around

the bullying didn’t stop tho ):

but you made her promise to quit tormenting your brother

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. shinobu’s part is a bit weak ngl, but i interrupted writing the whole piece multiple times due to being busy these days, so i apologise. thank you for reading !! ♡

[hanatagami]

Twilight Characters with a GN! Light Fairy Reader

Twilight cullens with a light fairy reader. The fairies are based off of fate the winx saga ones, just because their powers are pretty cool. The show kinda sucks tho, but im an original winx fan so im a little protective of the original lmao. I might do other fairy types as well, and maybe with more characters idk yet

Edward Cullen

this man is. SO enraptured by you and your entire existence. He truly believes with all his heart you don’t belong with him, and it’s honestly kind of heart-breaking.

your like a symbol of everything he isn’t and he can’t help but remark to himself about the irony of it all.

ur a creature of the light, he can’t let others see him in light at risk of death by volturi. You have a temporary life-span(albeit long), he is immortal. ur whole existence is to be loved by nature, and he is supposed to be the top of the food chain predator.

ur the exact opposite of like everything he loathes about himself, why would you even consider being with him

but he gazes in awe of the way you can hold light in your palms, how the light hits your face and enhances every perfection, that you seem to almost glow in it, your entire aura radiating inviting warmth.

he just can’t seem to pull himself away from you, despite how much he believes you don’t belong together. he would be a fool to reject your love

he loves to play piano and watch you dance in the light peeking through the windows, orbs of light dancing around with you like a thousand tiny personal spotlights

the way he could watch you in your guyses meadow forever, you sitting amongst the flowers showing off by making a tiny rainbow in your hands, a little light show. the indescribable warmth he feels as all the colors hit your smiling face, he knows you have him wrapped around your finger, but he doesn’t want it any other way

dont even get me started on when he sees your wings. i imagine wings of light fairies are wings that are never the same color from one second to the next. your wings fluctuate from all colors of the light spectrum and to see you fly with them is like the most magical thing hes ever seen in his 100 something years of life

any comfort or desire you have on behalf of yourself or fairy traits, like maybe stones that absorb sun energy, plants for nature, literally anything, he’s pulling out that edward cullen card and buying everything

he would definitely buy plants anyways. he likes to see you bend rays of light and things to tend to the plants and it just makes him so happy

theres a fun little game you play, where you turn invisible and he tries to find you in the forest via your thoughts and other senses. when he finds you, he gives you a cheeky smile and a kiss. it’s kinda fun when he thinks he found you but your actually behind him or smth, you get to spook him a little and its very funny to see

Emmett Cullen

this little shit

to be honest i don’t think he’d notice your a fairy until you told him

but when he found out he was like “sick”

he’s suddenly very cautious physically, thinks you might be very frail or squish easy

until you tell him that absorbing the light makes you stronger so it’s fine

he’s very curious to see the capabilities and limits you have as a fairy. primarily, are you stronger then a human? if so he kinda wants to wrestle you

see whose stronger. his pride might be a little damaged if your able to win, he’d mumble something about a vampire being weaker then a fairy isn’t very cool, but i think he warms up to the thought very quickly and begins to find it kick ass

wants to see if you could beat jasper and edward in a fight too, and if you win he’s gonna be so proud of you

he feels like a very good match to you. while it isn’t necessarily super cool that vampires sparkle, he loves that in a way it matches you

orbs of light surrounding you like a bunch of stars, casting light on him and making him sparkle, like you guys are the lights of each others life or smth romantic like that

he’s not a poet

but he can’t help but grin cockily when you create a small orb in your hands just to watch how his hands and arms sparkle, he’s suddenly very proud with his sparkling ability

he’s asking-no begging- for you to pick him up and fly him around forks or the forest or anything. he wants to fly, jumping high isn’t the same

and you dont have to be afraid of dropping him! he’ll be fine!

you have to be careful, cause sometimes he’s a little too proud of you, he might accidentally spill a secret to someone while bragging about you

like “you should see how they look when playing with the light” and your like “EMMETT SHHH-” and just hope they think he’s talking about a ringlight or lighting in a picture or smth

he truly understands nothing on how fairies work, might buy a couple of scam things online on accident, in hopes of them being of some use to you

your vampire boyfriend just thinks your so cool, he wants to pick you up by the waist and hold up in front of everyone and go “look at my fairy s/o, aren’t they cool”

jasper hale

now major whitlock over here

he’s kinda like edward, he’s done a lot of bad in his life, something as innocent as a fairy truly can’t be into him

though its hard not to interact with someone who feels such a strong love for him

he doesn’t even have to feel it, cause you can show it via bright pink lights

you don’t allow him to brood on it to much

you do help him adress his past faults tho

he’s not proud of being in the confederate army, and thats something you had to establish very early on in the relationship

he helps you with magic training when you tell him emotions play into magic output

he feels this very innocent joy at being able to enhance your powers via boosting certain emotions

like the light you produce together is a product of your love, its a very wholesome feeling

he likes seeing how emotions effect your powers, how the colors change, fluctuating between a couple shades of one color depending on the emotions

how they differ in brightness, sadness being more dim, but things like happiness and anger being ridiculously bright

the light even moves differently, sometimes being more flowy and graceful, others being more fast and jagged

he’s kind of a history buff, so he is so interested in the history of fairies

the traditions and customs, and how they came to be

he could literally sit and listen to you talk about it all day, how fairies have had impacts on the world and human history that they had no idea about

how myths and legends of old are because someone saw a fairy, you being able to tell the full truthful stories and make them sound so interesting

he always compared alice to a fairy, but now that he knows one, he can’t help laugh to himself whenever you guys talk to each other

thinking as to how he was right in some areas, wrong in others

please let him dance with you

he wants to teach you so bad

swing dancing, line dancing, literally anything please

like swing dancing can be so intricate now cause he can literally throw you and you can do stuff in the air

the country man in him is so excited

he would show off if he had any country friends still alive from then

Carlisle Cullen

is curious in the medical facts of fairies fepoefsj

kinda cant help it, he;s been a doctor so long, and its mostly him wondering if you get injured if he can help you the same way he does humans

because he’s seen a lot of pain in people, and if what he usually does can’t help you like it did them, it might distress him a little

will feel much better when you enlighten on the best way to care for a fairy

also interest in hearing about the political dynamics of fairy kind

mostly if their anything like the volturi and if he should be concerned about them knowing about you

loves to see you interact with his children, you seem to be very wise and in tune with the feelings of others

you would very quickly become another parent to them, and it was clear you had final word in the house fepskf

loves when you surprise in his office at work by suddenly appearing out of thin air

or when he’s working and suddenly feels a kiss on his cheek and nothing else

the nurses all giggling at the joyful smile on his face, not knowing its because his s/o came for a single second just for a kiss before letting him get back to work, it makes his day that much better

hunting could be a little easier with your synergy with animals, but he would never ask that of you

loves to see you try on clothes, using your powers to view outfits at different light levels and angles

thinks your flawless in all of them, so be careful if your trying clothes on at the store

he’d buy the entire store-

considered buying you an entire forest too, but you claimed the forest belonged to the earth so he didn’t

you force the entire family out to secluded places in the woods and other places when its sunny, wanting to share its good energy with your family

the sight of his family playing around with each other in the sun, lead by his most favorite person makes him feel like he could take on the entire volturi

and yeah the volturi kinda see you as a threat, your powers alone could reveal a lot of vampire even at night

but they wont do anything at the risk of a species based war, they know so little about fairies that killing you and potentially making others angry could be very dangerous

plus the promise of a temporary, although very long, life length reassures them a little

carlisle would worship like you floated down from the sun and directly into his arms like some sort of celestial being

and he told you that, and the way your face and eyes lit up made him swear he’d never stop saying things like that to you

[shoyastars]

Ok need to clarify something real quick

Red: is marked as bad person/ or negative influence upon a character at a time. (Creed pressured in trust or betrayal,Mistin causing them to ultimately have a panic attack Creed doesn’t know what Mistin gone through nor do they know what’s currently going on. They’re girlfriend or ex fiancé fun fact! 👀 was always a negative influence she only cared what benefits herself, and used Mistin to help out they’re villainous schemes. Double will have the red color.)

Blue: is marked as importance. (such as an important person in someone’s life or important in general like Mistin, they’re important to both Ray and how the world may or may not continue. Even Audrey’s mother was an important person in Audrey’s story as you all read or at least I think you read it. Sorry it’s so long… 🥲 AHEM! But anyways the. Blue ultimately is gonna mark important characters in the story other than the main 3.)

Why is Audrey pink then?

Clear answer is that she is a character that is also considered important but however not important enough? Audrey is a character who cares too much about the people around them, they push themself to grow stronger to protect the people around them and who they find important! Of course by caring for Ray like a worried little sister causes her to be a little easy to manipulate if not careful. Though they’re familiar about such manipulation tactics they sometimes fall victim to some due to the fact they want to help people. Even the the Hero behind the mask, otherwise known as Ray, and when she finds out how important Mistin is to him she’ll ultimately become protective of them as well and try to gain a better understanding as why Mist is important to him. (I imagine them becoming friends after the events of binary star hero. :v)

What is Creeds color then?

Creed is planned to be on Haley’s route, but is actually known to worry for Mistin because they also were a villain that took part in the villain world because he didn’t wanna sit around and do nothing, despite their parents objections in saying so. So if you guys haven’t read the first fanfic I made upon introducing Mistin called stuck in the moment you can see Creed’s color is pink! But in another one he ultimately makes a bad decision in pressuring Mistin into opening up with that he was labeled as red in that moment. Creed doesn’t know the struggles Mistin went through for him to actually leave the villain world due to their older brother fully turning into a super villain. (You guys don’t know this but they’re parents actually play an important role more than you guys actually think. That’s right! I made the parents important to the Malice siblings! >:D)

Will you get a fanfic of Creed in the future before the finale?

Yes! Creed is a character i put in not as a throw away character but as a character that is still labeled important in the story! (I have a few ideas on the fire scene tho. Despite Mistin and Creed living separately from each other. ☕️👀)

Who is Doubles love interest in the end?

…..um…. No one….

Mistin is still his main focus. If you haven’t played the game he’s practically tracking the mc down like tiger stalking his prey.

Do you ever get tired of writing about the fandom?

[pastelprince18]

Thinking of Rayman and Rabbid Mario now grgrgr,,,I brought this up in a VC..I think but I will bring it up again here to share before I head to bed. This does contain some spoilers for the DLC a bit, if you have yet not played or not want spoilers try to skip this post <:3 OKAY SO.... In the very end of the game, Rayman explains that he will be staying to help the rabbids with the space opera network ratings [which is super sweet he wants to give rabbids a chance and help them out with their shows]. There is a way for both Rayman, R.Mario R.Peach and Beep-o to visit each other or even go to other places with the portal. {Basically a way for Ray to go home or probably even visits Mario and his friends if he wants!}

I really enjoy the fact R.Mario likes to be around Rayman ever since they shook hands, he even gave him a hug not wanting to go yet! cause of this the two always have a hang day at the studio or walk around the mushroom kingdom showing Rayman the place as talk about their homes, what its like being a hero for different situations they're both in and other things they joke about. The more they spend time with one another the more the two feel a bit odd around one another that they couldn't put a finger on it, mostly rayman. R.Mario seem to begin to grow a even more stronger feeling towards Ray, which cause him to semi panic worried that this was a bad feelings {he's proud of being pan but didn't wanna lose rayman friendship}. However it was the say for Rayman! He was confused, nervous and wasn't sure how to feel about dating a rabbid since he never liked them till knowing the hero's and other friendly rabbids along the way. With sleepless nights thinking about one another, or just the two can't help but swoon seeing one another, both were just terrified to confessed worried the other will hate them and cut ties. This needed to end, at least for R.Mario, he needed to confess to him just to get over it or else it'll eat him alive, so he arrange a talk between the two later that night at a spot they two usually hang at the Mushroom Kingdom [Which is a pretty spot seeing the castle + Toad Town] R.Mario had sound very serious about it, causing Ray to be even more of a fumble mess thinking maybe he knew about the situation and this will be over for the two and they would no longer be friends. With night arriving the two meeting at the spot, they talk for a while, asking how they been, if their okay and seeing how beautiful the night was. Soon they speak more of a deeper convo about one another, how Ray felt scared meeting the rabbids due to trauma he has with them and what they did to him and his home, he still feels that way with some rabbids but not all. Meeting the group was the best thing ever, even being around him made him feel all happy and safe. He never thought he could enjoy a species he had hated before and now grow feelings for one. R.Mario never knew this before and just hugged him telling him that he didn't deserve to feel that way and he will always keep him safe. As he tells him as much he loves being a rabbid and merging to who he is today, he sometimes feels he can do better, how he wishes he can be like THE Mario, he wants to feel special and protect everyone he loves, to protect his home, worried he won't be a hero or can't do that duty. Course Rayman comforts him the same way, telling him he's doing such a great job and appreciate he does everything he can for his home and just keep rayman safe! It made the two just feel warm inside grow, now the real moment happens, Rabbid Mario confesses to him if Ray liked anyone, to which he replied "yes". Rayman ask the same question, to which he too got a "yes". Both looked at one another not wanting to break eye contact, as their faces turn red and giggled, realizing they both liked each other as all the anxiety and stress went away <3 Finally happy their dating. However wanted to keep it low tho till they were ready to come out. [Mostly Rayman friends and Family is what makes him more anxious since he isn't sure how they'll act]. But for now things are slow as their love grows bigger and bigger by the day <:3

[elytra404]

so i love coming up with au's for my fandoms that ill never actually write, so yk what? its time to make them a tumblr series!! first up?

ely's hypothetical dsmp marvel au!!!

Meet: the avengers, though their fans tend to call them the sleepy bois! (an inside joke from when the iron bird may have fallen asleep before a very important conference). The line up is as follows!

The Iron Bird! This man, also know as Phil, or Philza affectionately, got rich from a mix of inheritance and coding skills! This one man army can rival all of Nintendo! Well, a man and a robot, if you include his highly advanced digital assistant!

Wilbur! More commonly known by the superhero name, Retrocognition, Wilbur is Philza's assistant! originally created as an ai, he now has a body thanks to the infinity stone in his head! He was originally made as a replica of Philza's son, whose death pushed him to becoming a superhero, but Wilbur has grown into his own being!

This brings us to Philza and Wilbur's first real friend for years, Fire ant. Moved on from her days as a german spy, Fire Ant now works for Phil and helps him in his superhero escapades! Those close to her know her as Niki, and well her instincts are sharp and her mind suspicious, she can make a mean pastry.

And now, coming out of the ice for the first time in decades, its Captain America! She may be a tad old, and catching on lost time, but shes still as strong as ever! Her real name is Cara, but her friends call her Puffy! Why? Nobody really remembers to be honest. Shes our favorite super soldier, and a complete bad ass when shes not trying to figure out how a phone works!

Next in the line up, the great god of thunder, Tho- oh, sorry, turns out he now prefers the more 'human' 'discrete' name of Technoblade? Well, no matter the name, Techno is a wonderful god! Loyal to his hammer, the orphan obliterator! (turns out Milnor was a mistranslation? well thank god(s) for that!) A tad absentminded, and always cracking jokes about some kind of wall, he may just be the most powerful on the team.

But our team wouldn't be complete without our final three! Why, its Goop, Hawkeye, and... Fundy? Sure!

First off, the amazing Goop! Thanks to some gamma rays, great scientist Charlie Sicle became some what of a monster. He's a totally normal man with a perfectly normal bone structure, until you make him mad! Then, well you ever heard of a d&d ooze? Yea... you can have fun with that.

Then, we have Hawkeye. Also known as Jack Manifold (hes not the best at secret identities), this super powered hero is... what is he actually? Why do they keep him around? Well... anyway this family man is probably a wonderful addition to the team!

And last but certainly not least, its the wonderful Fundy! Quickly taken in by Wilbur, this 15 year old was granted out of this world powers by a space stone! And with a slightly unhealthy amount of trauma and self loathing, what teen wouldn't want to be this orange wizard!

Of course, we have other heros! From Sneegsnag the bug man, to Spidered the purple spider hero, Foolish the wizard sorcerer, to King Ponk of Wakanda (and more importantly king of his lemon orchid). Many wonderful heros to beat all the terrorists in this galaxy!

And if its more heroes in the galaxy your looking for, may I introduce the wonderful Guardians of our galaxy?

Starting with our self selected caption, Tommy Inn! Tommy was swooped up as a young boy by aliens, with only his mothers favorite music disc and a handheld player to his name. He protects those discs with his life, almost more then he protects his own life!

Then, of course, we cant talk about the legendary captain without his newly full time best friend! Tho he used to be an enemy, Tubbo is down for the ride! If not a little skeptical of his best friends planning abilities. Former son of Madre, he's ready to gaurd that galaxy!

Of course we can't talk about the guardian without discussing Ranboo! This little devil was made in a lab, and looks oddly similar to a minecraft enderman! A tad insecure, this he/they will not hesitate to bite you.

And of course, Ranboo's loyal companion, Aimsey. Aimsey's species is apparently very close to this earth cartoon Tommy keeps talking about, Adventure time. However Aimsey and their complex language of "I am Aimsey" is a much needed team member.

And now you know the heros of our tales! Fighting Madre, who dreams of creating his own universe with the infinity stones, who knows what could come next!

(partially inspired by and helped with some stuff- @mariposathebutterflyboy )

[mythica0]

(Probably) last post for today!

I did a doodle page of Ray and her Anti-fairy, Yar! (I also did a quick comic of Ray and Emma meeting.)

Pictures and also a Rant(tm) below the line

I know I’m biased cause I made it, but I love the relationship between Ray and Yar, so here’s thoughts on it;

Ray is super friendly towards Yar, and constantly tries to spend time with her. She also often tries to cheer her up. She shoves all her love and friendship down Yar’s throat, much to her dismay.

Yar keeps pushing her away, telling her to go away and leave her alone, but it never works to make her give up.

Sometimes she’ll give up and just let Ray drag her out of the house to the coffee shop or something. Scenario;

“I’ll take a hot chocolate! Extra whipped cream!” *elbows* “what do you want?”

“Sigh. I’ll take a coffee. Black.” *mutter* “like my soul..”

“Alright! Will that be together or separate!”

“Together! I’m paying!” *looks over at Yar* “told ya you’d enjoy yourself! Your pout is smaller than normal! :D”

——

Other stuff!!

Ray is almost impossible to make sad. The only thing that makes her genuinely sad is not being able to make someone feel happy/better.

She also is incapable of hating anyone. She doesn’t even hate purely evil people, with no sympathetic backstory. She’s just like “oh, I feel bad for them! They never saw all the good in the world or accepted to power of friendship and kindness and love!” 💕

She believes that anything is possible with enough love and kindness. (Accurate)

Ray is also an absolute yapper. She also encourages everyone to find the good in the world, the joy in any situation, and the silver lining to any conflict.

She dislikes it when people fight and will try to break it up, make a compromise and make everyone happy. She’s a massive people pleaser, which makes her a great fairy godparent! But this also means that some anti fairies abuse her kindness, but she stays happy through it all.

Speaking of anti-fairies, because she likes to push her overwhelming kindness on Yar, she often visits Anti-fairy world. She’s infamous there, and most anti fairies will make her do favors for them any time they can.

Yar, despite all her grumbling, actually quite cares about Ray, and if she’s people doing that she gets mad at them. She’s very protective of her opposite. Yar and Ray have the best relationship between Fairy and Anti-fairy ever recorded. Ray hates no one, and Yar can’t bring herself to hate such a ball of sunshine.

Also: sometimes Yar will come to fairy world to visit Ray. Ray is Ecstatic whenever she does this. Jorgen allows it for two reasons, 1- The two have a close relationship, and 2- Yar doesn’t really have the motivation or energy to take over fairy world. Can’t be bothered.

Moving on, Ray has a sort of aura around her, that makes it so anyone near her immediately has more energy and happiness. It’s magical in nature. But even if it wasn’t there, most would find her joy infectious.

On the flip side, Yar has a magical aura of the same variety, but it heightens negative thoughts/ sad feelings and lowers energy levels. Their auras cancel eachother out aka don’t work on eachother.

Knowing all that, Scenario time! (Real writing this one tho):

Ray, Cosmo, Wanda, Peri and their respective godkids were hanging out at the married couple’s apartment. Hey we’re having fun and laughing, all infected by Ray’s Joyous aura. When suddenly it was interrupted by a wave of sadness. Everyone but Ray all felt.. tired. “Why do I feel so sad all of a sudden?” Hazel said, looking confused. Everyone else but Ray replied, “you too?” Hazel looked even more confused. “It’s all of us? What is-“

She was interrupted by a gasp from Ray. “YAY! my sister-not-sister bestie is here!” She shouts, running to open the door. Before Yar can even knock, she’s tackled into a tight hug by her counterpart. “YAR! I’m so glad you came!”

The anti-fairy sighed and rolled her eyes. “Hello to you, too, Ray.” The two fairies auras mixed, balancing out and making everyone in the room feel normal.

“Uh, who’s that?” Emma spoke, with everyone else seeming to agree on the question.

“Oh! You guys haven’t met Yar! Everyone, Yar, Yar, Everyone! Why don’t you introduce yourself!” She nodded towards the bat-winged woman, who seemed to agree but without any sort of enthusiasm.

“Hey. Name’s Yar, I’m Ray’s anti-fairy and,” she sighed heavily, “..friend. I guess.”

“Works for me!” Ray exclaimed, chipper as ever.

The night continued, and it was just as fun as before. Even with a Debbie downer at the table.

———

Another, shorter, scenario of the two on an adventure! (Incorrect quotes style but I made it so it’s a correct quote)

“This isn’t gonna work.”

“Come on, be positive!”

*sigh* “Fine. I’m positive this isn’t gonna work.”

——

Can you tell I love them.

I HC that bc most fairies are right handed like humans, most anti-fairies are left handed. But, Ray is Left handed, so Yar is Right handed.

Lastly, tword stuff!

Ray has a very happy, loud laugh. Her worst spot is her sides. She loves to use twords as a way to try and cheer people up, and is a very silly ler. She will often tell jokes (usually dad jokes/puns) while twording someone. And when not twording someone, actually. She loves puns. Not ashamed that she loves being tworded. Will straight up ask for them.

Yar has a quiet, almost whisper of a laugh. It never gets louder than that. Ever. They share a death spot. She is very shy about twords because she never smiles, often making a point of it, and it forces her to do so. This means that, although she doesn’t mind the feeling, she is often opposed to being tworded, and Ray respects that. She will tword people, but she’s very bad at it. Mostly because of her low energy.

That’s all I have for today! Hope you enjoyed my OC rants :3

[nathisisdead]

THE NYMPHS!

(Cause I replayed one of the games and cried)

Betilla; Oldest Nymph, has fairy genetics, legit one of the rulers of the council or has a lot of power. Also most mom…will take care of everything and everyone. Very protective, Polokus/bubble dreamers favourite Forest Nymph.

Also the eggplants mom so she’s there for him all the time.

Helena Handbasket; cool aunt…no like really cold to the touch. Knows hunting skills and gathering. Knitted Ray a lot of sweaters for winter & always gets them as christmas presents. Very sweet & soft spoken. Always a rosy nose of the cold. Loves warm hugs & smores

Edith Up; Fun Party Nymph, makes great buffet and deserts. Most relaxed one of all, smells good like fruit n makes a smashing sangria (bc of the ice level with the fruits)! Strong as heck but very sweet sensitive soul. Has a cookbook when Ray moves out & loves when his pal Globox comes to visit with him.

Holly Luya; ….one of the prettiest nymphs, can harmonise everything. Music is not only noise but spiritual, as it moves the Glade of Dreams in the right path of wealth & growth. Most intelligent in healing & rehabilitation, and is gifted with a golden warm voice. Everyone who visits desert of the digiridoos leaves with a smile and she is just fun to hang around. Gave Ray his first guitar….a broken one sadly.

Anetta Fish; great fun nymph, super strength and fast swimmer. Mermaidy coral, flashy colors and pears from the most beautiful oysters. Hates seagulls just like the rest. Iridescent skin in sunlight and dark eyes to see well in the sea. Also just fun to hang around & will take you to secret lagoons to relax. Gives rayman some nice pearls & rocks from the beach as gifts when he visits.

Fee De La Mort; I am biased…best nymph. (Super alternative but in that cool way tho? ), knows vodoo (obv cause the name implies). Will turn you in to a frog if you are rude, will turn into her monster form if you are Really mean. Lives in a dark house underground and will throw great parties, expect the loudest rock music you’ll ever hear. A bit sassy but in a good way, and also loves art. If you want tattoos go to her studio it’s the best. Will offer Rayman for piercings & tattoos but Betilla won’t allow it. Gave him an “eye”-phone in a gift, left him uncomfortable. Still uses it tho… also introduced Rayman to Metal. He thinks she’s the cool aunt but won’t tell anyone in fear of hurting them.

Also raymesis has a crush on her.

BONUS ROUND!:

Ly:…Rayman’s first crush and one of the most powerful fairies ever, everyone miss her and she never calls back. She just disappears if she doesn’t like things. Very cat like, but honest and sweet, will chit chat with Rayman for a while about his growth. Also give him a silver lum as a present….like every year.

Uglette; If you are sad? Visit uglette, the glades uncertified therapist and big momma. She will take good care of you and your friends, will call you “baby, darling” etc. you feel right at home. Good soup at globs house. Always cheerful. Rayman loves going to her house and eat dinner and just have a good time, especially if the feelings in him are a bit down. Will give him socks and scarfs for christmas. Homemade pie too

[firewolf6783]

Saw this tmnt mutent mayhem today and I love it!

Name:Reachle 

Age: 16

​Sexuatily:​Bisexual 

Gender:female 

Speices:mutent leopard tortoise and hafe demon 

Appernace: she wears a gray mask,she has dark green skin,blue eyes, scars on her arms from her otherside,wears black shorts and a gray hoodie with purple stripes on top, she has a pouch on her with some things, after the movie she has a scar on her eye and black curly hair 

Weapon:Battleaxe 

Personality:mama bear engry, a serious leader, very protective older sister and worrier 

Likes:her family being safe, the night sky, the other mutents that are not evil, being a hero 

Dislikes:when her brothers or anyone doesn't listen and nearly gets killed, Super fly

Facts about her!:

Reachle with her sisters learned more skills to fight after she made a deal with a demon named Ray and she can control shadows as well as go into them like a portal in a way 

This version of Reachle has more control of her demon abiltys so she can do a bit more then her counterparts even a bit of control of frenzy mode 

She mostly eats meat replacements like tofu 

She also has asthma

Nicknames:

Mama bear(April)

Big sis(Raph,mikey and donnie)

Sister or sensi (Leo) 

My Shadow(Splinter)

Name:Rean 

Age:16 

​Sexuatily:​ Pansexaul 

Gender:Female 

Spieces: Mutent soft shelled trutle 

Appernace: light green skin,brown eyes, glasses that have a bit of tape on them, a few brun marks on her right hand due to experiments but her left entire arm is robotic after a insdent when reachle made the deal with Ray, wears black shorts too and a hoodie thats white with red stripes, she has a white bandana, black short hair thats mostly tied up, she has a bag with her that had medical supplies after the movie she gets stronger matraiels for her robotic arm and has a shell protector that she lets her siblings paint on

Weapon:Tesubo 

Personatily: she can be very serious to experiments but can be reckless(imange 12 donnie's experiments), can be overwhelmed with sounds so would start stuttering a bit,she hsd a high intelligence 

Likes: experimenting, learning new things, choas, her family 

Dislikes:loud sounds,mascots and thunder 

Facts about her!:

Smailer to Reachle's but has creating power, still working on it tho does test it a lot 

Rean has autism, when overestimated; she'll sign as a form of talking or just texts what she's saying 

She has a robot named mental head who fallows her commands and is a weapon in a way 

This version of Rean is smailer to Rise donnie mixed with 12 donnie 

Nicknames:

Gal in the chair(April)

Lab Buddy(Donnie)

Big sis(Raph and Mikey)

Sister(Leo)

My genius (Splinter) 

Name:Lily

Age:16

​Sexuatily:​Pansexaul 

Gender:Female 

Spices:Mutent alligator snapping trutle

Appernace:light green skin, wears black shorts and a cyan hoodie(she made them and their easy to move and fight in) with orange stripes as well as her cyan bandana, she has a belt with spray paint, she has paint on her shell as well as face, she has the longest hair thats tied in a braid, one blue and one green eye and a little star mark on her shoulder after the movie, she has a few marks on her legs

Weapon:syth

Personalty: Positive, good listener, a ball of engry, can be reckless, she can be very hard(image  dr delicate touch from rise) but can be a big softie 

Likes: playing pranks, art, cooking, her family and helping out 

Dislikes:when things don't go well, when her family is hurt 

Facts about her!:

Same with her sisters but she has lightning powers,more then once caused a power outage 

Shes the best cook and started to cook after Reachle became hafe demon 

Lily has ADHD 

Nicknames:

Sparky(April)

My Zapping(Splinter) 

Party trutle/DJ trutle(Mikey)

Big sis(Raph and Donnie) 

Sister and reckless(Leo)

Name:Erin 

Age:16

​Sexuatily:​Bisexual

Gender:Female 

Spices:Mutent red slider trutle 

Appernce:wears a black bandana, black shorts and a black hoodie with blue stripes, short black hair, redish brown eyes, has scars on her shell due to her fighting even on her knuckles after the movie she has more scars 

Weapon:kama or knuckledusters or anything she can get her hands on

Personatily:short tempered, chill at times, a fearless fighting and reckless yet screact softie tho can be a bit of a brag at her enemies when she wins 

Likes:training, her family and watching siblings agurments 

Dislikes:bugs, when its too quite and no fighting 

Facts about her!:

She has the same as her sisters but has fire power 

She has diabetes 1(Rean made and secretly stole stuff to help Erin) 

She has the most rage and will fight anyone 

Nicknames:

Fireball(April)

Sis(Leo)

My flame(Splinter)

Big sis(raph,mikey and donnie) 

Voices!:

Reachle's voice: https://youtu.be/uMk_aYJcyfI

Rean's voice: https://youtu.be/srY8mB4QBHI

Erin's voice: https://youtu.be/FEGh4wd9Aqc

Lily's voice: https://youtu.be/GY5B94c_M28

In this version of Ray, he's still the same but Splinter knows about him before the trutles do

Art done by the amzing @audio-of-our-own

[thekatebridgerton]

Hey, so weird question: we know that the show has toned up/toned down some of the characters traits (which I think it's normal since tv characters have to be more out there bc we are not reading their internal thoughts), how do you think Fran, Greg, Hyacinth, Sophie, Michael, Gareth and Lucy will be adapted for a Tv audience?

You know I'm looking forward to be surprised by all of them. Depending on where Netflix wants to take their story. Especially Francesca who has got a super interesting concept as the 'forgotten' child of a family of extraordinarily scandalous people. Even in WHWW we are left wanting to hear more from her. I'd love to see more of Michael's merry rake persona. Maybe make him the typical guy who thinks he's not hurting anyone but seducing 'darling grieving widows' the womanizing laid back dudebro who is basically regency Barney Stinson from how I met your Mother.

Hyacinth and Gareth, I'd love to see where they go with them and Greg and Lucy, I hope it's a riot, to see them both team up to 'get Gregory the girl', I'd love to see the first few episodes framed as tho Hermione is Gregory's destined love and Lucy is just a shipper who is obviously supportive of them getting together. fooling new viewers into shipping Greg and Hermione until it's revealed that Hermione is actually really an idiot and it's Lucy who we should have been rooting for all along. Lucy!! the one with the gay fiancee. yes that Lucy.

Except Sophie. I want Sophie as she is. A ray of Sunshine, forgiveness and hope. Who has done no wrong ever and deserves to be protected because she is all the things good in AOFAG.

it would be really fun to watch

[m4lice5un]

I watched the entirety of the Umbrella Academy. I had seen it before but wanted to watch the whole series before watching season 4

I don't think I've ever been more disappointed by the ending of a show - it was painfully bad

Spoilers ahead, not that I recommend watching season 4

In no particular order, here are my grievances

Allison got to negotiate details of the timeline they entered - why not include Sloan? What, she gets present day Ray but Luther can't have the woman he *literally* just married?

How did they not see the glowing liquid in their sake bombs?

Why is marigold a liquid at all? When Reg released it, it flew into the air

Klaus hit some waiter when he tossed his sake over his shoulder - did they not get affected by the marigold? Why?

Fuckin durango.. just.. why

How did the durango get into Jennifer?

During the original timeline's Jennifer incident - why did Reg send the Umbrellas? He very clearly has the resources to hire some merc group to blow up the container she was in. Why risk her coming into contact with them?

During the current timeline, why the town built to protect her? You telling me Reg isn't capable of child murder?

What in tf was up with they're powers?

Powers unchanged, but why did he get ape-ified? That had nothing to do with his powers

Powers unchanged

Can rumor people without speaking, which gets used once. Also acquires telekinesis...?

He can fly now

Can't jump thru space, but rather jumps into a subway that allows him to travel into other timelines. Cool concept, I admit, but come on - it's the last season - give me a sick ass Five fight scene

Tentacles come out of his back rather than his belly

Gone are the OP sound based powers. In it's place? A beam. Woo

Why did Klaus not even *try* to stay sober? It was clearly super important to him yet he immediately relapses as soon as he gets his powers back

What in the god damn was Jennifer doing, inviting Ben back in? Fuck him, he was a prick

No, really, why run away from lifelong friends with this dude you've known less than 2 hours?

Seriously, they had glowing rashes that were clearly from them touching. Why 👏 did 👏 they 👏 bang? 👏

Why have Allison save Klaus? Wouldn't it be a better story beat to have him make peace with the dead and conjure some dudes to dig him up? He's in a graveyard ffs

They gave Allison telekinesis... how that connects to rumoring people is beyond me

The cleanse, man. Just, like, wtf. All of a sudden there's this other magic substance, that counteracts the already established magic substance, somehow. It manifested in a girl who was found in a squid belly and instead of nipping the issue in the bud - Reg coordinated this massive effort for her to live in some backwater town

Does durango just 👋happen👋 whenever marigold is released? Why?

The last baddy in the series is a blob monster, omg

Five already had a compelling love interest, Dolores. I don't buy him and Lila hooking up. The show fumbled a chance to depict a healthy platonic friendship between those two and I'll never forgive them

Most importantly tho... The ending doesn't fit

The earlier seasons depict these deeply broken characters as being valuable in their own ways, as long as they practice compassion and offer each other room to grow. The Umbrellas are a tight knit group; it's shown again and again that the world is a better place with each of them in it

Soooooo... How does it all pan out? Turns out their existence is objectively harmful to everyone. So they decide to let themselves be consumed by the cleanse; erasing their existence entirely from the timeline. Except for Claire, and Diego's and Lila's kids. Feels super paradoxical to me, but hey, what do I know? I only just watched 3 seasons worth of explanation for why this kind of thing is, you know, bad

I gotta say tho, as a person with severe depression who's battled thoughts of self shutdown... What the fuck. The world *is* a better place without them? What kind of message is that? Shits hella disappointing

These are all just off the top of my head two weeks after watching it. I'm positive there's so much more I could nitpick if I watched it again. I genuinely wish it would've been cancelled instead of getting a last season with what we were given

If this series continues elsewhere, I hope it's an entirely different story. What we ended up with is an abomination of media, full stop

[danyaselmar]

HIIIIII this is your bg3 exchange gifter!! Super excited to be working with your Tav, she's so pretty! I would love to hear more about her and their background/personality to really make the gift extra special to them?

Oh hi, sorry about the late reply. I’m drowning in work at the moment.

Thank you so much for the ask. That’s so sweet of you 🥹 I’m glad to give some more info on my Tav🤩

✨ Lavera 'Tav' Tavja’al ✨

She has the background acolyte. She was raised in a temple and took her duty very seriously. Tho I haven’t decided yet which deity she served.

Although she’s rather small and thin (body type 1) she’s much stronger than she appears. At first glance you wouldn’t assume she’s a barbarian.

She’s impulsive and often acts on her emotions. She’s hotheaded, gets angry rather quickly but will cool off almost equal fast if given space to retreat.

She can be reckless at times. During combat encounters Lavera will charge into battle head first. Attracting the enemy’s attention so that her companions can strike from the shadows.

You know the saying about having a hard shell with a soft core. That’s basically her. It takes time to reach that soft side of hers. She will only show her vulnerability when she really trusts you.

When asked she will deny liking romantic gestures but deep down she really would love to receive a flower or love letter sometimes.

Or a hug for starter. Especially at the beginning of the events of BG3. During act 1 she’s especially reserved and aggressive. Like Astarion she carries quite the trauma baggage.

But despite being gruff she truly cares for her companions. And she does everything to protect them from harm.

Lavera has a big heart for people in need and is almost every time eager to help. For example she gave money to Oskar and promised Zevlor to help the refugees. Her selflessness causes her to bump heads with Astarion and Shadowheart sometimes.

She loves nature and spending time in the forest. It calms her down and helps with the anger issues. Being in the city for long periods of time makes her uncomfortable. A possible reason would be that the sanctuary she grew up in was located somewhere far away from the loud city.

In her Durge version all negative traits are more prominent and she is a lot less caring (except when it comes to Gortash xD Durge!Lavera likes him a lot.)

💫 some random things about her:

-She carries a number of scars all over her body from various battles from her past.

-She loves the colors turquoise and purple.

-Her favorite time of the day is the sunrise. Probably because it symbolizes a new beginning. A theme that’s important to her and her story. But also because she finds the light of the first sun rays very pretty.

-She’s a vegetarian but will make exceptions when in a survival situation. Or when she doesn’t want to bother others with her needs and preferences. So it’s quite possible that she would eat the rabbit stew Gale made for dinner. (I like to think she picked the meat from the stew and smuggled it onto another companion’s plate xD)

Her favorite snacks are dried apple rings. But she likes dried fruits in general. And everything sweet. Take her to a bakery in Baldur’s Gate and she’ll leave with ten different kinds of sweets xD

Durge!Lavera has a rather different taste in food tho. She prefers a diet of raw red meat lol

-In the evening when the group is at camp and the companions are preparing for the night she can be found by her tent meditating and praying. Similar to Shadowheart.

-She keeps her hair in a bun for practicability. If worn open it reaches her hips. During the evening at camp she sometimes wears a simple braid.

I hope that wasn’t too chaotic. If you need more info please feel free to reach out again💕 And thank you so much for creating something for me🥰💕

[cardnompfs]

Question for the headmates, what's a super secret cool thing that all of you can do? (aka powers or other fun things like that?)

(Where me tho ;-;) /j/j Jokes aside, Here a list of that..! It's long so I'm cutting it here

Rai-Con Can hide tinies in their neck fur Easily! But for actual thing that Rai-Con can do is Draw, Even drawing some art himself too eheh- But he also has said he knows how to live out in the street too-

Tao Is well, Baking! And pretty much a gourmand as he described himself as..! But he can fly too..! Though it probably poorly since he hasn't used his wings as much at all- Litchi I believe he usually an crafter of things. His huge floppable tail can create breeze of air if they want to or just let someone sit right next to them and the tail act as a somewhat of a blanket. He also has a Cursed Sentient Sword that attacks on it own and floats Falkov Is well, Fire! Pretty much able to cast spells of only fire magic (Except Water incase places burn down) And can puff out fire if he likes, Though his tailmaw can breathe fire out of it mouth like a dragon. (Don't let him try and reheat food, 90% he will burn it) Ikala Knows how to shoot bow and arrow, And has two Arrow holders (Forgot the name) on them whenever they were to venture out. And has a fungal growth inside of their body and even outside. It not dangerous however as it moreso coexist with Ikala in the Mantis body and helps sustain Ikala in one unique way..! (Ikala felt inspired to replace the infection she had originally to Fungal thanks to an AU and few artpieces) Faust The Rambling birb- I will say Faust Doesn't exactly have much of anything about them, even they don't know what to think what they have, So... I suppose the normal general trait of Raksun is what make them unique eheh? Though them rambling alot is also their trait so-

Shade While they do speak a few words and is pretty much huge- (Height still needed to be determined), I suppose i can say that Shade did insist they can hover or fly like an eastern noodle dragon.

Oculiv And finally Oculiv, He doesn't really know how to explain about his trait or other things but few things he can say is that his hat has a 4th eye, And the rings he has around him can also be given an replica of these, The rings actually act as an reflectant, If a sword were to attack someone who being protected by it, The ring will move itself to shield the attack of that angle, and knocks things away..!

Hope it answers your questions eheh!

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Made another ficlet, this one's a bit shorter tho

Training

"you should rest, you know what happens when you push yourself too hard" i grit my teeth and felt a growl forming in my throat,

"No, a real fight doesn't stop just because I'm a little tired." Gohan transformed back into his base state, standing his ground, frowning as i ran at him again, fists and legs flying. He easily blocked each and every hit, even though we had been at this for a while, even though i was panting more than was healthy for my condition, and was sweating buckets, his heart rate hasn't even been raised a single point, i could see it in his jugular vein and the way his chest moved, training me was like standing still to him.

I screamed in rage at that, feeling my coordination already starting to waver, my muscles starting to spasm. Tears ran down my face as i took out my frustrations on Gohan,

" I'm a saiyan! I shouldn't be so weak! " I yelled, now just throwing heavy, slow, punches at Gohans open palms,

" I have to be stronger! I have to be better! " I saw sympathy flash through his eyes, though he kept a focused face, my thoughts weren't unique, Trunks and Gohan had both had these thoughts every second of every day.

" Every day! " I punched, my voice cracking

" The Androids. They're. Killing. EVERYTHING!" Everything i said was punctuated with a hit to his palms. My hits were getting weaker and more pathetic each second, until i couldn't even look at him, i barely had any energy left. I stopped speaking, knowing at this point it would just a jumble of words that didn't make sense, i knew i had pushed too far, my brain to mouth filter had stopped working, as it usually did when i triggered my epilepsy.

The only sound that came out of my mouth as i continued my hits were the most broken sobs i had ever heard come out of me. I hadn't even continued my pathetic attempts at what i called hits, not that i could, my arms were spasming and shaking violently, I'd almost certainly miss if i tried to hit him, plus, Gohan wrapped his fingers around my little fists, stopping me from collapsing as my right knee gave out and i tipped over from my knee no longer supporting any weight.

He kneeled down with me and pulled me close, he wasn't shaking, but with way i heard his swallowing and his breathing was starting to hitch, i could tell he was holding back his own tears. I grabbed on tight to his father's gi, the one he wore every day, yet was still a little big on him, he tried so hard to be the ray of hope his father was, to fill his shoes, both literally and metaphorically, and though literally, he did just fine, metaphorically, he was having a hard time.

He didn't have the experience his father did, he didn't have that love and drive for fighting, he absolutely didn't hold back when fighting to protect the world, but he was still only a child when the androids appeared, he didn't have the privilege of knowing they were coming and training with Piccolo and Goku like he would in the other timeline. He was wholly unprepared.

" ...Sorry" i mumbled into his shirt, i knew he was under much more pressure than any of us, being the strongest one able to stand up to the androids. His voice was thick when he spoke, but it was still comforting, how did he do that? He was still comforting me and stroking my hair like a child, the child i am.

" No, don't be, i know how frustrating it is, we all do, the only thing we can do is try our best and train as hard as we can. " He told me, i nodded, knowing all that already, but i had so many emotions all fighting for dominance, it was overwhelming; fear, anger, sadness, uncertainty.

I hated what i had been forced into, and i hated that i cared so much about these people I've only known for a year and a half, it wouldn't be too long until gohan lost his arm, and then his life, and, while it allowed trunks to finally become a super saiyan, i still didn't want to happen.

I had come to care for him the second i saw him, i couldn't see the people i interacted with as just characters in a story, not when I've seen them fight to survive, not when i saw the absolute hatred they had for the Androids, and not when i saw the bonds they had with each other. These were real people and they were alive, they had lives and feelings, dreams and ambitions.

I had seen far too many die before my eyes to deny them the life they fought so hard for.

Yet there was nothing i could do, i was more human than saiyan, that included my limits and potential. I'd never be as strong or fast as Trunks or Gohan, but maybe, just maybe, i could be smarter, i could be observant, and i could survive, I could keep myself and others alive.

I felt pathetic as i clung onto his gi, him easily picking me up, the malnourished state of my body not doing any favours to my already tiny body. I absently wondered if my genetics would allow me to grow past five feet tall despite the fact i was mostly starved.

I felt Trunks energy before i felt his stare, even though i was older than him, and he knew i was able to survive on my own, that i was more mature than he was ( more than he could ever know), i knew he still felt protective of me. He still worried, he still cared.

I knew he had followed Gohan as he took me to my room in the basement of the Capsule Corp. Building - none of us dared use the top levels unless absolutely necessary, not with the Androids roaming around, so we made the labs of CC our home, they were certainly big and well equipped enough for it.

Gohan sat on my bed, but I didn't let go of him, i kept my face hidden as he rubbed my back and pet my unruly hair. I knew Trunks had sat next to us, he had certainly inherited some of his father's awkwardness and shyness when it came to affection in any form, so he never touched me in these moments, moments that were more frequent than I'd like to admit - so much so, it had almost become routine for this to occure more than once a month; I'd push myself too far while training, and they'd both end up comforting me after they finally got me to stop.

Bulma always told me off when she found out about it, but then she would drag all three of us to a little nook she had made is the central lab, and we would spend the night cuddling and watching old movies, always something funny, light-hearted, with no high stakes, so a lot of her old romcoms were practically memorised by all of us.

I was so grateful to them all for everything they did for me, for the world, but most importantly, they were my family now, and i would do anything for them. I was still shaking, although how much was added from my sobs was unknowable, i reached out and pulled Trunks into my arms, staying on Gohans lap, it was a bit awkward but we all soon shifted to be comfortable, with me and Trunks holding tightly to each other and Gohans large frame encompassing us both.

" I love you." I told them, i felt them both startle, but neither of them let go, if anything, they had tightened their holds even more.

Fuck, i didn't want them to be hurt. I didn't want Gohan to die, i didn't want Trunks to have to fight those monsters on their own. Thinking about the pain they would go through, what they had already gone through, it made me so angry, i felt my ki build and start to tingle in my back, but i ignored it, my ki wasn't important right now.

They were.

They would always take priority.

I finished up the photo sketch :D