#username super powers

[jellyfishrnice]

God, nerd ! Ellie Williams has been rotting in my brain for the last few days!!

♡ nerd ellie who is always so eager to talk about a new comic she's reading and how the all the characters super powers correlate with their personalities or how the plot line makes no sense and all you can say is "mhm" as you watch he talk with such passion in her voice and eyes

♡ nerd ellie who always tries to get you to play a fps game and make those gross matching usernames that make you cringe but you do it for her; and of you suck and hate the games she'll switch to sweet little sandbox game like minecraft or even stardew valley! she just wants to spend time with you while doing something it's so adorable

♡ nerd ellie who always stares at you with pure love in her eyes while you do your makeup, and if she's feeling generous she'll let you take off her glasses (even though she can't see shit) and do her makeup for her, she's not a huge fan of it, but if it makes you happy it's okay !!

♡ nerd ellie who you take to gamestop or something for her birthday and when you tell her she has no spending limit you swear you could see hearts in her eyes while her face flushes red as she engulfs you in the tightest hug!

♡nerd ellie who has never been a fan of shopping but changes her mind when it comes to you, loving picking out outfits for you to try on and watching you spin in the mirror to see if you like it; and asking for her option is pointless becuase she'll always say "you look beautiful what do you mean?"

♡nerd ellie who stays up late and you can see the bright light of her monitor and you beg and whine for her to come to bed while she keeps saying "one more round" before you walk up behind her and whisper something about no sex for a week if she doesn't let you sleep, and then she's logging off in the middle of a match and in her pyjama's before you can blink

♡ nerd ellie who makes the cutest whimpers when you eat her out, your tongue circling her clit and lapping up anything leaking from her pussy, you look up and see her glasses fogging up and her freckled cheeks flushed a beautiful red

♡nerd ellie who's straps you down like there's no tomorrow, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, face tomatoes red, and the sound of the bed creaking from under you filling your ears, your pussy soaking wet and leaking onto the mattress from the gorgeous view above you

♡ nerd ellie who gives you the best hugs and makes it VERY obvious how much she adores you!!

I LVOE YOU ELLIE ONE CHANCE PLEASEEEEE 🙏🙏🙏😫😫😫

[lakesbian]

worm cape names really do rock though because the book captures the sheer randomness and at times ridiculousness that cape names would realistically have in a world where there are thousands of capes and everyone has to have their own name. the early capes took all the really good and straightforward superman-esque names like "hero" or "legend," so the later generations have to pick out shit that's actually relevant to their powers for a shot at being unique. one of the most relevant villains in the united states of america is called "skitter," which isn't bad, but also, like, she didn't even pick it, the cops did because she was indecisive. also, while the cops were picking it, they unsuccessfully checked to see if like 5 other different bug-related names were free first. sorry, that username cape name is already taken. and then you have capes with really cool names that would, in any other cape media, be an indicator that they're a super important character. but in worm they're just getting murked left and right, or are at the very least extremely irrelevant. perdition is without question the funniest example of this--sounds like he should be a work's ultimate villain in the same vein as darkseid, actually is a loser teenager who gets sold to one direction. "eleventh hour" is a background cape that gets mentioned one (1) time and has an extremely lame power, but "gray boy" is a Big Fucking Deal. sometimes capes have names that are, unfortunately for them, extremely mockable, and characters in the story do in fact capitalize realistically on this. condolences to renowned superhero Glory Hole! as for the media/pr angle, calling a villain "bitch" isn't very pg-13, so you've got a cape running around calling herself something entirely different than the censored name the cops & media gave her. it's good. It's a good book.

[cassandraclare]

Rhea asks" Is Kit going to be like super super powerful? Because I'm rlly rlly rlly excited abt his powers and I'm literally picturing him being like super super powerful (more powerful than like Magnus, Tessa, Clary, Ash, Jace ect. but only once he meets full power obviously). I'm just so so excited!! Also Kit and Ty doing necromancy is going to have major consequences in TWP right? I'm so excited for all the drama when the rest of the Blackthorns find out ect."

Well, the problem with super super super powerful characters is that nothing is really much of a threat to them. You see it in superhero movies where the more the hero powers up, the more his opponent has to be like, THE GALAXY PERSONIFIED. Also it makes the small conflicts of daily life a bit silly, like if you have the power of a god, you don't spend much time worrying about catching the bus.

Not that I want to write a book about Kit being worried about catching the bus. I do like characters with power! — often because what will always remain a challenge to them is other people. Love, friendship, those always remain issues they don't have power over and can't control. Which is fun!

I suppose all that is to say Kit may well be very powerful. But he will also need to be clever, and also need to work with others as a team, if he wants to defeat the fairly enormous evil they have to face in TWP.

And yes, there are always consequences to necromancy!

*if a question doesn't have a tumblr username it probably came in through my website or was posted on Instagram

[thelemoncoffee]

we all agree Kokichi is a criminal who likes to snoop around in places that he shouldn't be, yk- trespassing for the hee hoo

so what about urban explorer Kokichi?

he has a whole youtube account full of these videos of him scurrying around abandoned structures. i think he'd favor abandoned theme parks and carnivals, climbing around on old roller coaster tracks and breaking into employees only areas.

maybe he has DICE help him by finding a way to power on any lights that still work but never acknowledges it in any form- no note of the fact that it can be powered on or how it was done in the descriptions or comments- people who watch his videos are baffled because the places he goes to really shouldn't be able to be powered on like that. he even reactivated some animatronics he found one time that somehow hadn't been stolen and sold on the black market yet (DICE were the ones who ended up taking them before looters could. they kept them, refurbished the mechs, made them brand new clown-themed looks, and reprogrammed them)

true to my usual "Kokichi prefers to stay anonymous- on the brink of cryptid- online" hc, he never shows his face nor speaks in these, and his username is something that has nothing to do with the content at all

idk man- Kokichi being a very anomalous little urban explorer just sounds super on brand

[puddleslimewrites]

@flufftail-writes come here, come look at this

Writing Prompt 46

Hero shook under their chains, their powers blocked off by the signals coming from the nearby poles.

They would have pleaded for almost anything. Forgiveness, maybe, though they would do it all again. A second chance. Death.

They couldn't do any of that when they were gagged, though. Instead, their eyes followed the looming figure at the edge of the room as their captor prepared their tools.

[puppetmaster13u]

   “Did you seriously have to choose ‘usernames’ for this?” Billy blinked in utter befuddlement at the words in the corner of his vision, even if he knew it was all in his head. All in his magic or something. It wasn’t like the wizard had exactly explained anything. 

   Several voices responded with far too much smugness or delight, save for Marvel. Actually- “Um, why is the cap’ labeled as moderator?” he knew he shouldn’t have told them about streaming and chats, he knew he shouldn’t have. “Hold up, why is my name showing up in… uh, chat?” 

   Well, at least it wasn’t his full name or something, because he had no idea if other magic users or telepaths could see it. The fact he could both hear and see the gods- even if half of them actually weren’t- was just another thing he’d get used to. 

   He’d gotten used to hearing Solomon after all, even if it took a solid week to stop jumping whenever they piped up. So it couldn’t be much different to get used to the rest and well, the Marvel that was pretty much the amalgamation of all the past users. 

  Oh no did this mean he counted as haunted? Would someone try to exorcize him? Oh no, he didn’t have to avoid everyone for the rest of his life, did he? That would suck, especially seeing as how he needed to get food somehow, even if it was through the trash-

 HeralKeys: I will give you temporary super strength in your mortal form if you punch one of those blue boys you don’t like

   Nevermind, he’d have to be a hermit because of the dead egging him on-

 IAMSPEED: Do it and I’ll give you my speed for the day, no questions :) 

   Billy… was probably going to regret this, but honestly Solomon was the only one protesting. If the marvels thought it was fine, then it’d be okay, right? Besides, what was the worst that could happen, someone catches a street kid using super speed on video?

Also known as where Billy can use the powers he has in Marvel form at different points because the divine twitch chat did the equivalent of a donation. $5? They can't do that, but what about 5 hours of Solomon's wisdom while he tries to figure out magic?

[littlelordfuckler0y]

social media!au for tvd where the reader is dating damon plsss :) i love ur writing sm ❤️

Hi hi thank you so much lovely

I rarely do social media aus anymore but I’ll never ignore reqs so (this took me 1 million years I’m so sorry) 😭

Damon Salvatore x fem!reader Instagram au

yourusername it’s in the eyes they say

@Carebear oh my god are we keeping it???

@stefaNN18 I’m not saying we shouldn’t but sometimes it gets so annoying

@yourusername We could all collectively take turns to look after it

@Carebear YES! We’d have to name it something!!

@stefaNN18 I thought we were talking about Damon…

@Bonbonnie why are the eyebrows so high

@Yourusername he thinks he looks intimidating

@Dam0nsalvatore thinks???

carebare Y/n - 0 Damon - 1

@Yourusername No power in the world will make me voluntarily get up, get dressed and go to the bar

@gilbertelenaaa Amen!

@Enzoofficial So I got bailed on the outing bc of HER?

@Yourusername Guilty your honour

@Enzoofficial YOU—

@Dam0nsalvatore No actually I still couldn’t get her to leave the house and we stayed in and watched Netflix👍

@Carebare as it should be!

bonbonnie Stealing y/n’s phone so she could be “present” present at the girl’s trip

@gilbertelenaaaa so far so good! (She is like a whining toddler for a her phone)

@Carebare And to think Damon could have this effect🤮

@StefaNN so this is why Damon’s constantly sending death threats in the group chat

@Enzoofficial No mate that’s on you he doesn’t like loosing super mario cart apparently

@Dam0nsalvatore I’ve not talked to her this whole day wdym 🙄

@Bonbonnie We’ve seen you on FaceTime 5 times today????

yourusername update: we’re keeping it!!!!!!

@Bonbonnie YESSSSS!!!

@enzoofficial how about we name it demon spawn?

@Yourusername why would we…? Why would anyone?

@enzoofficial it sounds edgy and cool

@Dam0nsalvatore you can tell who he prefers more

@Yourusername no need to be smug about it

@Carebare POOKIE BEAR🥹

@stefaNN18 really? Can’t we give this a second thought? He doesn’t even help around the house and takes my car without permission

@Yourusername what?

@Dam0nsalvatore he’s referring to me

Dam0nsalvatore a few more glasses of wine and this will get real funny

tagged: your username

@stefaNN18 ugh keep it pg 13??

@Carebare As if we can’t hear you guys🙄

@Dam0nsalvatore What are you talking about I meant funny as in JUST funny

@gilbertelenaaaa y/n is immortal in chess

@Enzoofficial your woman is a vicious cheater at this game if you even care

@Yourusername I did NOT cheat you just suck at chess + cry me a river + grow up + you’re British + unfunny + I beat you 4 times

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[masterlist]

HI IM NOT DEAD

I LOVE YOU <3333333333

[andtherestishistory13]

Greta Van Thanksgiving

Danny: Watching the parade, then football until it’s time to eat or help in the kitchen

Jake: This man has been cooking all day, will fuss if you go into his kitchen, listening to music to help focus on cooking

Sam: Was “helping” Jake but got kicked out of the kitchen, now pouting and watching the Dog Show with Rosie

Josh: Making desserts; Annoying Jake; Decorating for Christmas

This was super fun to make and I hope y’all like it!

Tag list @joshsindigostreak @mountain-in-springtime @allieisacrybaby @sunfl0wer-power @songbirds-sweet @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine @silks-up-my-sleeve @losfacedevil @loser-user-noaccuser @alwaysonthemend @rhythm-of-space @rhythmreborn @joshkiszkashusband @dannystattoo @dazeebean @musicxlover97 @gray-gvf11 @holdingup-fallingsky

Let me know if you wanna be tagged or you changed your username!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[uwukillmenowowo]

I was in my class, break time, playing CRK and "Love in Paradise" came up.

AT THE SAME I PULLED WIND ARCHER COOKIE AND I WAS LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD THE TEACHER SCOLDED ME

Love in the Wind

[Yandere! Wind Archer Cookie x Human! Reader]

Notes:

Reader is female

Reader is a hardcore CRK player.

Buys all the limited packs, saves her gems for Super Epic+ cookies

Etc Etc Etc

But something went... wrong...

When Wind Archer first came out, you were the first to get him and his legendary costume.

You showed him much more love than you have any other cookie. Absolutely maxing him out until he had 1 Million combat power on his own. You got very lucky with the RNG.... Dang...

On the other hand... He loved it.

When he first came, he was already told how he was simply part of a game.

But after experiencing all your affection... He felt something in his code go wrong.

He started admiring you from beyond the screen, making sure his dialogue greeted you first.

Seeing you get all excited all over him flustered him beyond belief.

That's when things got bad.

The others cookies noticed Wind Archer acting out of place.

In turn the others starting acting out too, wanting to be a part of your team, wanting to be useful for their user.

Wind Archer did not like that... and decided to do something drastic

The Unthinkable happened... You were baking a cake when you couldn't find your phone. You looked around desperately since you needed to do your daily tasks. But that's when you heard a loud explosion. That's when you realized that you dropped your phone in the oven. the last thing you saw was your phone glitching all shades of green.

{Second POV}

~~~~~

Waking up slowly, you found yourself in an unfamiliar... yet familiar place. Sitting up, you were shocked to see yourself in clothes that you know all too well. After all, you designed it after Wind Archer Cookie's Legendary costume. "Morning Sleepyhead. You've been resting for a while."

You recognized the voice instantly. When you looked to where the voice came from, you saw the familiar green frosting. Stammering over your words, you stared at Wind Archer Cookie in shock, confusion, but most of all, amazement. "Are you... Real..?" You tilted your head. Wind Archer chuckled softly and sat beside you on the grass. "I swear I thought you were dead when you were laying in the soil."

You sweatdropped and rubbed the back of your neck. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" Blushing in embarrassment, you chuckled and shook your head no. "Tell me though, who's [User]" In shock, you looked away. That was your username in Cookie Run Kingdom. Does hat mean that all the cookies you have are sentient..? "My... Player name..."

Wind Archer Cookie just smiled. "Anyways I've got all your could want here, all you can need here, just you and me my dear, my love for life!" You gasped at what Wind Archer said. "Wha- I-I'm not that" you blushed and looked away. Only for Wind Archer to suddenly be behind you and hug you tight. "I'm what you want here, I'm what you need dear, Just you and me my Love in Paradise! Now til' the end of time, From here on out you're mine. All mine~"

Flinching, you back up. "Yeah- No I can't stay here that's a fact- Are you sure this ain't a trap?" Wind Archer smirked and moved closer to you. "How cute of you to think, but last I checked, our codes are linked." You felt pale as you bit your lip. "Code?" "You're adorable~" Wind archer pat your head. "Our codes are connected due to your game crashing down on our heads but fear not cuz you're not dead. 'Cause I got all you could want here, all you could need dear, Under my spell, we're stuck in paradise. No one can come or go. My palace stays unknown-"

"No- No..." You look around in desperation to find a way to get out. "I don't belong here! There's something wrong here! I won't be drawn to Love in Paradise- not til the end of time there is no way-" Backing up on the bed, you were simply followed by Wind Archer.

"You're mine~! All mine~!"

I thought of this on the spot- I love this song and I--

WAHDBAWBDHLKHAWDNBJB

I may have made multiple mistakes but ehhhh.....

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Habits 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Andy Barber, Cole Turner (Professor AU)

Summary: your life is thrown into chaos after a night out goes awry.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.

Professor Barber wraps up the lecture. You sit near the front despite your urge to hide from everyone and everything. You slowly pack up as the rest of the class does the same. They’re faster than you. Your next class is an hour off and you don’t have much else to do. 

You check your phone. Even if Mercedes messaged, you wouldn’t answer and yet the fact that she hasn’t irks you even more. Is she still sleeping off the night or does she not even realise what happened to you? You can’t help but ask why she wasn’t there waiting for you to wake up. 

“Hey, you okay?” The deep voice draws you out of your trance. 

Your bag strap catches on the armrest before you can turn. You untangle it and peer down the few rows to the front of the hall. The professor stands looking expectantly up at you. You blink and glance around. Everyone else is gone. 

“Yeah, sorry,” you walk along the row to the centre aisle and descend the steps, “heading out.” 

“I’m not chasing you off,” he insists, “Coral, right? You were in my Intro class last year.” 

“Uh, yeah, I was,” you reply. 

“Well, happy to have you back.” 

“Yeah, good to be back,” you say. 

“You sure everything’s alright?” He asks. 

“Super,” you lie and fake a smile. “Thanks. Have a good day, Professor.” 

You leave before he can interrogate you. He's experienced enough that you’re sure he could make you crack just as if you were on the stand. You might not have anything you have to do, but you do need another coffee before you face your next lecture. 

Your second class is in a smaller room. Instead of the typical rows of crowded chairs and lap desks, there are full tables. You sit at one, notebook out, phone face down, ready to forget real life for that three-hour block. Your mother’s voice rings in your head; ‘fuck-up’. 

You’re going to prove her wrong. You’re going to prove everyone wrong, even yourself. You can do this. You’re not stupid, you’re just... careless. Last night was a lesson and you came to learn. You sniff and subtly swipe away the tears before they can fall. 

The professor gives you a ten-minute break. Your stomach is acid and your body is brittle. You’re starting to really feel it all. You go the bathroom and whimper as you sit. You didn’t feel the bruises before. You’re used to a bit of chafing between your thighs but ouch, those are tender. 

You wash your hands and head back to class. You take your phone out of your pocket. Still no message from Mercedes, but there is one waiting for you from an unknown number. You move out of the way of another student and unlock your phone. 

You tap the conversation. ‘Still think of last night’. The message floats above a video. You hit play and watch. Your knees buckle. 

You see your own drunken face reflected in a dirty mirror. You recognise the club counters as you bend over the sink, body jerking as a large hand holds your head up. You moan senselessly as your eyes droop and your tongue lolls out. The man behind you keeps his face out of frame as he grunts and thrusts into you. 

You spin so your back hits the wall and you cover your mouth with your hand. Your head spins and you turn to sprint back to the bathroom. You burst in, ignoring the other girls at the sink and race into a stall. You spit bile into the toilet. 

Holy shit. No. No. You woke up in a fucking hospital and you didn’t even realise what happened to you. You didn’t even think of it. How fucking stupid can you be? 

You brace the seat of the toilet and heave. You steady your breath. In, out. You flush and go back out to wash your hands and mouth. You block out the world around you. 

You go back to class and sit down. You stare at the whiteboard and wait for the lecture to continue. It’s all you can do to keep from falling apart. 

By the end, your notes are mindless scribbles. You can’t focus. You leave, the first one out unlike the last class. 

You can’t stop. You don’t know where you’re going, you just need to be alone. You can’t think. What are you supposed to do? Do you tell someone? Show someone the video? 

You stumble and slump onto a bench. You bend over and cradle your head as you try to contain the chaos. Why would you do that? You’re going into law, you know what happens to people like you. No one listens and if they do, the odds of something being done is low. Minuscule. That’s why you’re doing PR law, not the criminal brand. 

Your eyes tinge as you sit up and stare off into the distance. You went out, got drunk, took a pill, did everything they warn you not to do and you got exactly what you asked for. This is the consequence of your own behaviour. Even if that creep took advantage of you, you served yourself up on a platter. 

You pull out your phone. You’re deleting it. The conversation, the video, the everything. You can only be grateful that your mind already wiped the memory. It’s the only thing you have to be grateful for. 

You bring up the conversation, trying not to see the video, but another message is there. 

‘Did you have a good class?’ 

Fuck no. Delete. Gone. Whoever he is, he can rot. You don’t want to know, not ever. And no one else can know.  

It never happened. 

[languajix]

TMNT Write Fight Fic: Cold and Empty

Prompt by @definitely-a-username: "(Rottmnt) Mikey is hurt while on a solo mission trying to prove to Raph he can handle himself. He tries to hide it from everyone but eventually has to deal with the fallout." as well as @belleyells: "2018 Iteration: Michelangelo experiences mystic exhaustion after expending too much mystical energy during a battle." for @tmnt-write-fight

Word Count: 2,489

Summary: Mikey's recent solo adventure left him feeling terrible, but he couldn't possibly let anybody know or he'd never get to go on a solo mission ever again. He'd heal up, right?

The mission had gone off without a hitch, right up until there was a hitch.

Because of course there was.

Mikey had spent way too long talking Raph and Leo into letting him go on another solo mission, now that they had their ninpō and were super strong and super cool, and for all the hemming and hawing and arguing it took to get to this point, he was determined that nothing was gonna get in the way of it being successful.

They'd gotten a heads up that a magical artifact - something that was supposed to give the wielder the power of blah blah, invisibility or something, if the legends were right - was on display in the local antique museum, and one of their rogue's gallery was intent on taking it. Donnie's surveillance said the heist was planned for tonight, and Mikey had been ready.

He'd been so ready.

Until it all went wrong.

Mikey's grip slipped just a little, the joints in his fingers aching, and he hissed between gritted teeth at the pinch of the chains digging into his arms. He'd wrapped them all the way up past his elbows in the split-second he had before the whole roof came tumbling down on Hypno-Potamus, sending the other ends flying out to wrap around the steel bars at the far end of the construction zone, just in time to catch the crumbling cement ceiling before it could crush Hypno underneath.

It was heavy beyond description. He'd thrown cargo ships and skyscrapers, but those were a simple, brief tug, a dip in the mystic well and then done. This was a constant pull, desperately dragging out the strength from deeper and deeper within himself with every second that passed. Mikey was strong for his size, ridiculously so, but not enough to lift a concrete ceiling without mystic assistance.

He just hoped his reserves would last.

It felt like an eternity.

As Hypno crawled free, Mikey breathed out and dismissed the mystic chains, feeling the snap of the flow suddenly cutting off, almost painful in the sudden shock, and he stumbled forwards.

The concrete crashed, a dull thunder in his ears, drowned out by the pounding of his pulse.

"Whoa there!" Hypno scrambled to his feet, sounding just a little panicked as he reached for Mikey, trying to catch him before he faceplanted into the rough concrete and messed himself up even worse, "you alright, little guy?"

He'd protest about the little guy thing as soon as he stopped feeling like he'd been hit by a train. "I-I'm fine," Mikey said, but it all sounded so distant, like he wasn't in his own body but was floating in space above it instead. "M'fine. S'all good. I'm good."

He pulled himself away from Hypno on unsteady feet, feeling his arms shake. His muscles were spasming, like they didn't know what to do with themselves now that they weren't supporting the weight of the world. His fingers just hurt, and he couldn't quite flex them properly. His legs felt like jelly, and he flopped down to sit on the nearest available space before they gave out on him. The whole of him started to shake, down to his bones.

That wasn't even mentioning the mystic energy inside of him, that empty, hollow space. Like someone had reached through his ribs and scooped him out, leaving behind a deep chill and a ringing sound. He'd rarely pushed his mystics this hard before. Not even in their battle with the Krang, when he'd had his brothers to rely on, the boundless, determined energy bouncing between them to draw from. This exhaustion was his alone.

Hypno looked at the object in his hands. He looked back at Mikey. "Listen, I do feel really bad about all this, actually. You're not looking too good, there, and it's all because you were chasing me around, so, uh, my bad." He wiggled it around for a second, staring at it. Looked back at Mikey, who was seated on a chunk of concrete with his head in his trembling hands. "I think you've earned this. Warren will understand."

He held out the artifact, and Mikey blinked. He reached a shaking hand out towards it, but his fingers struggled to wrap around the object. They didn't want to bend. Hypno pushed it into his palm, gently closing his fingers around it, looking concerned. Mikey twisted his hand around because his fingers had no grip strength, settling it in his trembling palm as he pulled it towards himself.

"I really feel like I should be calling your brothers right about now, but I don't have their numbers. You're gonna give them a ring, right? You probably shouldn't be walking home alone like this."

"It's fine, I'll call them," Mikey assured Hypno, despite having no intention of doing any such thing. He could handle it. He was fine.

Something crashed down in the distance, sending up a puff of dust that swirled in the air.

Hypno glanced awkwardly around at the empty, shattered construction site, hands on his hips. "…So how long do you think they'll be, exactly?"

"You should go," Mikey said. Hypno's concern was nice, but Mikey was a grown guy! He could take care of himself. He would take care of himself. "Someone's gotta have heard all this, and I'm sure we're gonna have an audience sooner or later."

Hypno hesitated, but after a moment, Mikey was all alone, listening to the sound of shifting construction rubble and convincing himself that his jelly legs were strong enough to take him home.

He only fell over three times, and had to sit on four different benches for a quick breather.

But he made it.

Mikey mustered all the energy in his body - which wasn't much at this point - to smile, and straighten up, and hide his shaking arms behind his back.

"Mikey!" Raph said, perking up as Mikey walked through the doorway. It was obvious he'd been lingering there, waiting for Mikey to return. And thank all that was tomato-flavored and creamy that it was only Raph. He probably told Leo and Donnie to skedaddle so they didn't come across as smothering Mikey, honestly. "You're back! Did you give ol' Hypno-Potamus what for?"

Mikey grinned up at Raph sweetly. "I definitely did that! That thing. That you just said." His ears were ringing, still. The room spun a little, or maybe it was his eyeballs in his head that were spinning. Oh yeah, he should probably go into a little more detail or Raph wouldn't believe him. "Gave ol' Hypno-Potamus what for, baby! And here," he reached into his satchel and pulled out the thing, "I got it! As safe from Hypno as it can be, right here."

Raph took the item, but he also squinted down at Mikey, an uncomfortably tight scrutiny. "…and you're okay? You didn't have any problems?"

Mikey nodded. One of his legs threatened to give out underneath him, so he bounced and rolled his knees a little, trying to find another pose that would keep him upright. He saluted Raph, willing his arm not to shake.

He still felt so empty.

"I'm fine, Raph," Mikey said. "See? You can trust me! I'm more than strong enough to hold my own by myself."

There was no way he could let Raph know how this one had gone. He'd never be allowed to go on any solo missions ever again until they were old and creaky and wrinkled if they found out how close of a call it had been, honestly.

He took the first opportunity to duck into his room, away from all prying eyes. His legs finally gave up the ghost and he faceplanted right onto his bed, no teeth brushing or quick shower or even taking off his dusty, sweaty wraps.

Just sleep.

---

He felt even more weak and exhausted in the morning. How was that possible? A full nights' sleep plus some, and yet he could barely stand, and holding anything lighter than a feather was pretty much out of the question.

Mikey was used to healing fast from some pretty incredible injuries. They were genetically enhanced supersoldiers and their healing factor reflected that. By all rights, he should be back to bouncing off the walls by now.

Instead, he hobbled into the kitchen to make himself a cup of soup, almost dropping the mug as his fingers refused to curl around it. The heat seeping through the ceramic helped loosen the joints in his fingers until he could somewhat flex them again, though it was still not easy or comfortable.

He plopped down at the table with a sigh, just in time for Leo to walk in and start poking around in the cupboards, on the hunt for something to sate his late morning hunger. He spent a long time rifling through only to settle on the same thing he had every day. It was a silly charade, but Mikey thought it was funny. (That was probably why Leo did it.)

"So," Leo said as he perused the cupboards, "Raph says your solo mission went well."

"It went great!" Mikey said, and he didn't feel nearly as chipper as he sounded. He just felt worn, and empty, and tired. "Stopped Hypno, got the thing, I should get an A-plus in Hero-ing for this."

Leo hummed, settling on his usual breakfast like he hadn't just spent five minutes rooting around to consider his options. "Celebratory hangout on the Brooklyn tonight?"

Oh no. If Mikey fell off the Brooklyn Bridge… "raincheck?" he asked sheepishly. "I was gonna be April's flashcard buddy tonight." He wasn't, actually, but no one was gonna check.

"Aw. Sucks to be you, big guy," Leo said sympathetically, reaching over to pat Mikey on the head before grabbing his bowl and heading to his room.

See? He was a whole fifteen years old and they kept babying him, and it wasn't fair. That was why Mikey couldn't let them find out.

---

Donnie was easy. The minute he started looking at Mikey funny, like he was getting a little suspicious, Mikey started prompting him to ramble on about one of his favorite topics. Donnie loved to be listened to.

All the words flew over Mikey's head, of course, lost in the ringing of his ears and the numbness inside of him, but something about sitting and listening to Donnie made him feel just a fraction of a degree warmer. It was something.

---

There was one factor he simply hadn't accounted for, in his whole plan to hide things from his brothers.

Well, two, actually. Factor one, that he just wasn't getting any better for some mysterious reason. And factor two…

"Hey there Skipper!" Hypno waved at Mikey specifically. He followed all their gazes back to the thing in his hand. "Oh, this?" He tossed it to Leo, who scrambled to catch it. "I don't know how to get in touch, so I figured stealing stuff would get your attention. And look! It did!"

"Well, you've got our attention," Raph growled, grinning a little despite the threatening tone in his voice, "now what?"

Hypno rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I just wanted to make sure the little guy was doing alright after the other night. Holding up that collapsed construction site by himself really took a bite outta him, and since it was kind of my fault, I-I wanted to make sure he was healing up."

One by one, three sets of eyes slowly pointed in Mikey's direction, and he pulled his head into his shell at the intensity.

"…whoops?" he said, and his voice echoed across the inside of his shell.

---

"Mystic exhaustion," Draxum declared after spending a frankly ridiculous amount of time holding Mikey's wrist with his eyes closed. "Classic case. Only happens when someone uses up all of their reserves, usually due to desperation or impulsive stupidity, and it sounds like a mix of both."

Mikey tried to chuckle sheepishly, but couldn't even muster that. He just leaned against Donnie, who had been seated next to him during the exam, taking careful notes on his wristpad. Donnie's shoulder was warm. And comfortable. And Mikey was… "so cold."

"Indeed. Driving your mystic powers to their limits to the point of injury can feel like losing a source of natural heath within the body." Draxum dug around in the bag he had with him, producing a bottle which he shook demonstratively, letting Mikey hear the rattle of pills inside. "Take one twice a day, with food. More importantly, spend time in close proximity with your brothers. The Hamato clan energy comes from your bonds, from how I understand it, and the more you can draw from them as opposed to yourself, the faster your own mystic wells will start to refill. Simple, really."

"Yes," Donnie said sharply, staring at Mikey who retreated shyly into his shell, though never quite stopped leaning on him for support, "simple."

As soon as the door shut behind Draxum, everybody who wasn't already on the couch flopped next to Mikey with a judgemental thump. Raph's weight alone was enough to make the whole thing creak and bounce. Mikey weathered the movement with numb fingers, letting his head roll back.

"And what do you have to say for yourself, Michael?" Donnie asked, continuing to type into his wristpad. Even though his piercing gaze had left Mikey, the spirit of it was still aimed at him like a sharp, terrifying dagger.

"I just wanted you guys to trust me," Mikey said, feeling miserable for himself. "I didn't want to let you know how bad I messed up."

"Miguel, you saved a life, even if it was Hypno's," Leo said emphatically, waving his arms around, "that's not you messing up, that was you going above and beyond!"

"I'm very proud of you for holding up a building and saving someone's life," Raph added solemnly. Then he grabbed Mikey by the plastron, lifting him up until they were nose to nose so his glare would be extra effective, "it's the hiding stuff afterwards! Mikey, you know better than this."

"I'm sorry," Mikey whined, feeling exhausted beyond belief. "Can we just-"

Raph let go of him, gently, and Leo shoved something into his hands: a thermos. "Take the first one," Leo ordered. "Then you know what we're gonna do? Jupiter Jim marathon. Donnie, cue it up."

Donnie sighed, but flicked his wrist and punched something in. The TV screen fired up. Mikey sipped on the apple cider in the mug, spiced with just a little cinnamon, and for the first time since this whole thing happened, he started feeling a little warm inside. A little less empty.

With his brothers by his side, bickering and grumbling, always there, Mikey barely made it past the opening credits.

This time, his sleep was restful.

[jojo-schmo]

I’m looking into making my own Kirbysona. I was wondering if you have any tips??

you don’t have to answer! Also I love your art and your AU is awesome :)

Hello! Thank you so much for the kind words! <3 I'd be happy to share some of my thought process behind creating my bubble-blowing baby, Ripple Fairy Kirbysona! I will always cheer on the existence of more Kirbysonas! :D

I had a Kirbysona in childhood that was just a little puffball, like Kirby- and she looked like this :D I loved the Star Rod, the Beam Kirby hat was my favorite, I just finished playing Kirby 64 so I added some Crystal Shards to the hat, and I slapped on my favorite colors. Bam! I'd draw her in the margins of my notebooks, interacting with other Kirby characters in little stories I'd write... Great fun!

But now as an adult posting my work online, I wanted something that felt more like "me," as opposed to an OC that felt like someone else. A direct extension of myself to interact with the characters I love, as well as characters and sonas of other creators in our Kirby corner over here! Like a gaming avatar! But in a series with so many different species and characters, where to start?!

Step 1: THERE ARE NO RULES. BE CRINGE AND BE FREE!!

The important thing is to have fun! You can choose to confine yourself to the rules of the Kirby universe, or just make something up! The important part is that a sona represents you!

These are the thoughts that went through my head, but it's not the only way to make a sona! If you follow what your heart is saying and not what you think others want to see, you'll find a design that feels like you!

Step 2: Ask some basic questions to establish a design direction.

These are the questions I asked myself during the creation process, but your questions can be different! This is just how I set up my rough plan of creation.

Sonas don't need to look like you or be named after you irl if you don't want! But in order to feel like "me," I decided on something that shared a lot of my actual physical traits. For me personally, if the sona didn't look a lot like me, I would always have a disconnect with it. I also settled on the name "Jojo" quickly because that's my actual nickname, part of my username, and I respond quickly to it.

From there, answering the other design questions I had came quickly after that!

Step 3: Settle on a species.

I went with a Ripple Star Fairy in the end because 1) They're adorable and I love their cute wings, hair ribbons/accessories, 2) They're shown as adults, which is perfect because I am one lol, 3) Look human enough for me to relate to while still having a lot of freedom to make up powers, lore, and design traits, and 4) Ripple Fairies deserve some love hahaha

Side note: if you can't decide on a species, throw the rules out the window! Be a shapeshifter. Or have multiple forms for no reason. Be a combination penguin/puffball knight/human/waddle dee born from the cosmos!! Refer to step 1, there are no rules! Hit your sona with a Waddle Dee beam whenever you want!!

Step 4: Design yourself, superstar!!

I brainstormed with a page of sketches and tried a bunch of different variations of a Ripple Fairy with different hairstyles and outfits, (I need to find that sketch page) but I eventually settled on these concepts!

I wear braids almost every day, so I added that. Ripple Fairies in canon all have cute hair accessories, so I made sure to tie off the braid with a little ribbon!

Also my hair in real life does this "devil horn thing" that is one of my favorite things about myself. Like I have these baby hairs on the sides of my head that love to curl upwards on their own, so I kept the "devil horn" silhouette with the braid's bangs :D

ALSO, I LOVE BOW TIES. SO MUCH. I love shirts, dresses, anything with a bow on the collar. So I added that.

I have this black coat with a sailor-like collar IRL that I love. I feel SUPER DUPER AWESOME when I wear it, so I added the collar with the bow tie.

I added buttons, a stripe along the bottom of the dress and sleeves, and gauntlets because a lot of canon Ripple Fairies have them. My college marching band uniform also had big gauntlets that I felt really cool wearing, so I shaped mine like that! And clothes with scalloped hems are my favorites, so I added one as a unique twist to my dress!

Now for the fun magic stuff. I wanted my powers to be connected to bubbles because I just think bubbles are neat!!! Simple as that haha.

So how am I going to blow bubbles, then? I'll need a bubble wand! How about a weapon that can change forms to be pocket-sized and functional, AND a super cool staff? Because I think staffs are SICK. I'd carry one around all the time if I could.

I got a little sentimental with my design too, borrowing some elements from my childhood Kirbysona like the Star Rod, stripes, ribbons, and diamond shapes. It's one of my favorite details because I like paying homage to the baby Jojo I once was as often as I can.

I added a little bit of red to the IRL brown color that my hair and eyes are (added more red to my eyes because I always felt like my brown eyes were boring lol). I finished off the theme with my favorite color blue, a little bit of yellow to complement, and BAM! There I am, Gary! There I am!!

Jojo The Schmo was born! She is me, and I am her, haha. Everything about the design has aspects that mean something special to me. I wanted to keep things unique and fun, but simple enough to draw over and over, while still representing me. And that's why I love my sona so so much!!

Hope this could provide some helpful insight! Go forth and create your unique and wonderful sonas!! When you're done we should all have a picnic together in Dreamland. <3

[yeehawgeek]

so i know people have been saying that this session the powers were customized to the person so i’m gonna try to see which ones i know and why they had that power

pearl- flight: in charge of the hermitcraft mail system and empires season one symbolism

cleo- necromancy: her name is literally zombie cleo

scott- shapeshifting (mobs): ?

big b- summon creaking: his theme this series is the creaking/pale forest

impulse- teleportation: ?

etho- mace? i forgot what his power was

tango- speed: “flee with extra flee”

ren- shapeshifting (players): ✨theatre kid✨

bdubs- slow time and sleep through the night: he’s tied to clock motifs and is known for sleeping through the night on hermitcraft

joel- triple jump: ?

gem- astral project: ?

grian- copycat: ?

scar- super punch and ride anything: i saw someone say it was for scar to phrase it poorly which i think is funny

lizzie- blindness/dissapear: her username is ldshadowlady and grian took that literally

jimmy- invisibility: i mean he’s normally out by this point so maybe it was a way to make him disappear lmao

martyn- super hearing: ties to the listeners (?)

[urdepressedslut]

May I request a shapeshifter!reader x platonic!avengers/Bucky where the reader was experimented on by Hydra and received her powers there? The Avengers try to recruit and help reader but she’s freaked out from all that’s happened and Bucky helps her overcome the fear and stress and learn to use her powers? Lots of angst but also lots of fluff if possible? (I also want to add your username is amazing lol /gen /lh )

oooooh I've never written a shapeshifter!reader, but I'm very interested with the whole idea. hope you like what I've come up with🥰

Tragedy

♡ Pairing: Platonic!Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Shapeshifter!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: A new shapeshifter recruit has a hard time adjusting to the team, she feels out of place. Bucky knows what it's like to be the outsider and fight to have control, so he comforts her.

♡ Warnings: angst, fluff, talk of hydra experimentation, mentions of past torture, mentions of Bucky's trauma, anxiety, depression, tony being tony

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The Avengers compound had been chaotic for the past week, tons of missions, plenty of people getting burnt out— overall it was busy. The compound had gathered some new recruits, adding some much needed people to their team. It would take awhile before they were respected like all of the original Avengers— but they’d get there in time.

A pair of invisible twins had joined the team, taking time with Wanda to master their ability, practice being stealthy. They also had the ability to read minds, which is why Wanda wanted to work with them.

A boy at the age of 19 had just been recruited, his ability being super strength. He was strong, fast and overall almost as in shape as some certain super soldiers. Steve had taken a liking to the boy immediately, noticing he wasn’t just enhanced— but he had a good heart as well, sweet as pie. Steve didn’t hesitate to take him under his wing.

Lastly, there was you. You were the most recent recruit— having just been released from the asylum. Yeah… asylum. Unlike the other new recruits, you had a battered past and a scarred brain. You didn’t have an easy journey to become apart of the team. Truthfully, you didn’t want to be an avenger— you were just trying to survive.

You had been rescued almost a year ago from a hidden HYDRA facility. Almost thousands of bodies littered the building, the scattered evidence that HYDRA had been secretly experimenting on innocent people. The team had scopes out the entire building with heavy hearts, not finding any sign of life— until they had found you. He had found you.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Hidden underneath the facility through a tiny window, you were being held, chains keeping you locked int the confined space. The team remembered that image perfectly, the way they shuttered in horror that you had had to live like this for god knows how long. It was an unsettling day, but a victorious one at least. They had saved you and brought you to medical center immediately. After tests had been done, scans had been run— you were moved to an asylum.

To say you were difficult would be an understatement. But it was just that, you weren’t difficult— you were traumatized. You didn’t feel in control of your body, your mind— your abilities. You were spiraling, the newfound freedom unfamiliar— uncomfortable. You were kept in a white room for a couple months, until you showed signs of progress. You’d speak when you had to. You’d eat if you were told to. You functioned more normally as the days passed, as the therapy sessions came and went.

Truthfully, it was all bullshit. No one recovers from that kind of life. The life of imprisonment and torture.

How could you?

You recovered enough to be allowed out of the white room, walking the halls of the asylum. You knew you didn’t belong here, you weren’t what they labeled you as… crazy. You were struggling to adapt to your new life— that’s all.

Soon enough, your therapist thought you were stable enough to move on to bigger things— like joining the Avengers. She had briefly told you that she talked with a Mr. Fury, and that you had been invited to be an avenger. You wanted to laugh at the offer, how does one even get an offer like that? Although your declines were ignored and you found out quickly that if you didn’t obey and join the avengers, you’d be locked up again at the asylum.

It was either you adapt and do good— be good. Or you were back to staring at the white walls. You chose to not put up much of a fight and let them guide you to the compound. In the back of your mind you wondered if you would always be kept somewhere against your will. The Avengers were good compared to HYDRA, but ultimately— they were holding you hostage just as HYDRA was.

Guess you should be used to it by now.

The introduction was embarrassing, everyone staring at you like you were fresh meat— yeah you were, but the stares had you feeling incredibly self conscious. Everyone seemed nice, offering to help in any way that they could to help you adjust easier. You thanked them quietly and kept to yourself, the team didn’t hear much from you ever.

Unlike the other new recruits, no Avenger spoke out to take you under their wing. Nobody wanted you around.

It was a particular rough training day that had things falling apart.

You had wandered into the training room on your own, sitting crisscrossed by the large mirror. You were trying to meditate, since your little scare this morning. You were a shapeshifter, and could transform into any being, take on their appearance— but not without difficulty. You could only transform if you had touched something. It was unlike any stories that were ever told about your kind— shifting was painful. Back at HYDRA, you were chained down to a table while guards would bring in different kinds of creatures, different suffering innocent people. They beat you into shifting, torture you until you took a different form.

When you woke this morning, your heart was beating scarily quick. Your limbs were cold, your fingertips and toes numb— you had identified it quickly as a panic attack. You dreamt of your days back in HYDRA— the days you were tortured for hours on end, days on end. You found yourself wanting to shift into a muscular guard you had seen in your dream— appear stronger and bigger. You felt you needed to be on alert, protect yourself from the dangers of your dream. The feeling quickly flowed throughout your body, the familiar pain of shifting coming on fast— so you tried everything you could to calm down. That’s where you found yourself sitting in front of the mirror, attempting to meditate.

Bucky wandered into the room, getting ready for his own workout when he noticed your small form on the floor. He watched through the reflection as you had your eyes shut, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He was no expert, but he had an idea of what you were trying to do— possibly what had happened. His heart clenched at the sight, feeling terrible that someone else had to go through such things.

Sure, he had read your file— but that was no way to get to know someone. He was waiting for a good chance to introduce himself, maybe show you around. He found that rather difficult, you were very good at staying hidden— sneaking out of a room without notice. He admired your stealthiness, but he didn’t want you to feel like you had to be around the compound.

“Hey.” He started, feeling bad when he saw you jump slightly at his greeting.

You met his blues through the mirror and turned quickly to face him, standing up along the way.

“Hi.” You greeted quietly.

He smiled at your gentle voice, deciding to stop at a good length away— not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Haven’t really gotten a chance to introduce myself since you got here. I’m Bucky.” He held his flesh hand out.

You eyeballed his hand, knowing that you would gain the ability to take his form if you touched him. You took a deep breath, enjoying the cool air traveling down your throat to your lungs— before you raised your hand.

“Nice to meet you Bucky, I’m (Y/n).” You said quickly, pulling your hand back to your side— ignoring the tingling sensation that his touch had left.

It wasn’t the unpleasant feeling of shifting either— it was just a pleasant buzz.

“(Y/n), what do you say after I’m done in here— I’ll show you around the compound. Introduce you to everybody.” He offered and immediately regretted his words at the expression of horror on your face.

You gulped, the thought of meeting so many faces all in one day— it was extremely overwhelming and anxiety inducing. You didn’t want to mess up your first impression, you wanted to have gotten a good nights rest before you met everyone. You probably looked a mess, your hair— your clothes—

“(Y/n)?”

Bucky’s voice snapped you back to the moment and you shook your head, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. Being caught in a little moment there.

“Uh… I’d rather meet everyone another time… if that’s okay.” You whispered out, nervous that he’d get mad at your refusal.

He noticed how nervous you were to tell him no, on one hand he was proud that you had spoke up— knowing you came from HYDRA. Another part of him was saddened at your hesitation— no doubt you were waiting for a beating or some kind of torture.

“Of course, we can go at your pace.” He told you in a soft voice, hoping to keep the conversation smooth and calm.

You weren’t prepared for the kindness and you felt thrown off at his response. It took you a second to gather your thoughts before you could talk again.

“Thank you.” You whispered so quietly that you were sure he didn’t hear you.

Bucky had though, and even if he didn’t respond— he felt his heart hurt at your scared quiet voice. He hated HYDRA— so fucking much.

The conversation ended soon after, giving you time to excuse yourself to your room while Bucky started his workout— all his thoughts of you of course.

You hadn’t given him a full answer in his offer. He knew you didn’t want to meet everyone yet— which was fine. But he still wanted to show you around— if you wanted to.

After he showered and cleaned himself up, it was the late afternoon. He headed up to your room to retrieve you.

He knocked three times before waiting patiently. He could hear the faint thuds of you inside, and by the sounds of it— you hadn’t been expecting a visitor.

The door swung open and your eyes widened at Bucky standing there. For a second you wondered if someone was setting him up to do this… talk to you.

“Hey. Was wondering if you were still up for the tour?” He asked hesitantly, waiting for you to decline.

You thought for a moment, taking in the way he looked clean, his hair seemed freshly washed and shiny. Your eyes wandered to his outfit, jeans and a navy blue henley that complimented his eyes. You smiled little at how put together he looked.

“Just you and I?” You wondered, swaying on your feet.

He nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Just us. Whatta ya say?”

You wondered how much it would hurt to find out he was indeed being forced to hang with you. It would sting— but would it really be anything new? You repeled people and that’s the way you liked it. No one had the chance of hurting you if you didn’t let anyone in.

You gave in regardless, taking a chance. Knowing that this was going to hurt.

“Okay. Lemme get a sweater.” You told him, sneaking back inside you room— grabbing a gray knitted sweater.

Pulling it over your tank, you exited your room and closed your door with a click. Turning towards him, you were met with happy crinkly eyes, his warm smile beaming into you. It was hard not to smile back, but you managed somehow.

“Where to?” You asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. First stop— the kitchen.” He announced dramatically.

You could tell he was trying a little too hard to make you comfortable. But it was an appreciated gesture— you just couldn’t stop thinking about how much this was going to hurt.

Every sweet gesture was just another rock being placed over your chest. Eventually your bones wouldn’t be able to hold the rocks— they’d crack them and crush your heart.

You said nothing as you followed behind him, wandering through the hallways until you both entered the kitchen— which was full of avengers. Your anxiety spiked immediately and you wanted to disappear from all the staring.

“Heyyyy! Look who it is! It’s the rookie— are you done hiding from us now?” Tony asked dramatically, fake being hurt.

His question was fair, but you couldn’t find yourself able to answer with all eyes on you. You could feel yourself start to sweat, your hands cold and becoming numb. Some may think you’re being dramatic, but you just weren’t mentally prepared to meet everyone.

“Tony don’t…” Bucky warned lowly, trying to keep his voice down as to not bring any more attention on you.

“Oh c’mon Barnes— you have to be a little curious as to where she’s been hiding this whole time. Let’s remember this is my property— I deserve to know who’s living in it.” He said as a matter of factly.

You swallowed and tried thinking of a response. Maybe you should apologize. You wondered.

“She still deserves privacy Stark.” Natasha voiced from the corner of the room.

Tony rolled his eyes, turning back towards you with a smirk.

“Sooo what’s up rookie? Where ya been?” He asked.

Despite many trying to defend you— they were also curious as to where you have been. They knew of your arrival and hadn’t seen you much since then, besides Bucky. But he was only just starting to talk with you today.

“I’ve been in my room mostly, trying to adjust.” You managed to make out, your throat was still tight with nerves.

Bucky looked to you with a pitied gaze. He felt bad that he had put you in this position.

“You should totally come to a famous Avengers movie night sometime kid.” Tony suggested, and a bunch of the surrounding Avengers nodded.

You relaxed just slightly, although Tony was pushy and loud— you could tell he had good intentions. You nodded your head and attempted a small smile.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll definitely make it one night.” You told him, and he smiled in triumph.

“I’m not too hungry anymore— wanna get outta here?” Bucky spoke from beside you, and you felt relief at his words.

“Yes please.” You whispered to him, earning a smile from the soldier.

You two waved your goodbyes and headed out of the room, heading towards the living area. Bucky immediately spoke up once you two were away from the rest.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry— I didn’t think they’d all be in there. Please know that I didn’t do that to you on purpose.” He apologized and you took him by surprise by grabbing his metal hand.

“It’s fine, I believe you.” You reassured him, “Besides, Tony is right. I need to stop hiding.”

Bucky softened his gaze and held your hand properly with his metal one, getting your attention on his blues.

“Hey, you don’t have to rush into anything. You go at your pace, okay?” He told you, his voice smooth and gentle. “I know what it’s like to switch to this lifestyle after living with…”

He trailed off, knowing your story from the file but he didn’t know if you knew that. Of course, you had assumed everyone knew your story— kind of sucked, but you didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“I know. Its much different here than Hydra.” You finished for him. “It will take time but I’ll get there. I already feel better now that I can talk to you.”

“I’m here if you ever need to talk— about anything. I’m not so sure how great I am with advice but… I’m a good listener.” He told you.

You smiled and gave his metal hand a tiny playful tug.

“Thank you Bucky.”

He nodded and gave your hand a playful tug back.

“Don’t need to thank me, just know I’m here for you.”

A/N: haven’t proofread this— ignore spelling mistakes🥰

[doccywhomst]

just so you know, your url is the most powerful set of syllables i have ever laid mine eyes upon

have a good day, doccywhomst

real pic of me 0.5s before my url change when my username was still dw-textposts.…😔 yeah i was a super powerful wizard blogger but this url idea spell siphoned my whole wizard energy and now all my power is stored in the url itself but as long as its alive im alive so…… anyone excited for s14

[smileinyourface73]

each of my URLs have an little story behind it.... indulge if you are interested

nauticalradical: i was really interested in sea life and noticed my powerful connection to water things at this time in my life. nautical beings were super cool, super rad, to me. the -ical endings together sounded nice to me

geocashier: my oc was a robot specifically programmed to be a retail worker, mostly put at the cashier. idk where the Geo came from, sounded cool

schizofunny: RECENTLY DIAGNOSED. play on the PH in -phrenia being the EF sound. trying to destigmatize schizophrenia being something scary for the people on the Other end of a schizophrenic person. also i was on a funny streak

puppymush: obsessed with results from google and youtube when you would search "puppy mush". aww so cutes small dogs eating solid food for the first time is always ridiculously endearing. allso dog fursona and Mush could be interpretted as another word for Gruel

horrorofthebeast: was just obsessed with saying this phrase to myself at the time and badass name

ipodtouch-free: virus laden ad love phase, but also a filler url for new account. a very short lived url i dont think anyone remembers

whitetippedtail: i made a lyric about a dog with a white tipped tail and had a lot of thinking about its symbolism to me, also short lived

spoolofthreat: play on words of the phrase "spool of thread", i made this phrase up when thinking of a new password i had to make for my work schedule login which requires us to make a brand new password every 3 months.

wolf1999loveatfirstbite: i've had this phrase bouncing around in my head during one of my "random phrases my brain is obsessed with repeating over and over again bc it sounds rlly nice". inspired by early internet username handles in which the number meant something like year of birth or favorite number. love at first bite should go without saying its a play on words of another phrase "love at first site" but its wolves and wolves love biting. wolves bc i like them

if you cared i love you, if you didnt care i love all haters for real. keep on truckin, haters <3