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enchantedbarnes · 1 year

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Uncle Buck Returns

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: Our little menace of a nephew has secured a date for you. Here is part 2 to Uncle Buck.

Word Count: 1401

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five

A/N: what in the actual f👀 is going on 😅 I was expecting maybe 10 or so people to read Uncle Buck. My notifications haven't stopped going off since I posted. Thank you so much everyone that read it and enjoyed it. I hope you also enjoy this little continuation. P.S. GIF replies are my love language so if you enjoy send me your best (or worst 😈) 🫶

As soon as the pair returned home and walked through the front door, Benji skipped his way in shouting, "MAWWAGE! MAWWAGE IS WHAT BWINGS US TOGEVAH TODAYYYY!" Arms high above him as he rushes through the living room in search of his parents.

"Benji, please don't make me regret letting you watch my favorite movie," you sigh, flopping onto the couch, hands covering your face.

He stopped short and looked back at you, "Have you the wing?" He bowed and giggled then turned back around to continue on with his search.

"You're back!" Your sister shouted while she snatched Benji up into her arms, covering the small boy in kisses. "Did you have so much fun with Auntie today? Why are we shouting Princess Bride quotes?" She gasps, "Did you get to meet the dread pirate Roberts??"

Benji looks up at her in confusion, "What? No Mom, we saw Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson! And guess WHAT!"

"Ohhh, what?!"

He whispers into her ear and throws his head back laughing like a tiny evil madman.

"You did what???!" She laughs.

You groan from the couch.

She walks both of them over to you.

"Did I understand him correctly, is there something we should know? Are you betrothed to a super soldier?"

"I'm gonna go throw up," you groaned again.

Sweating doesn't even begin to cover it.

Your entire body feels like it's on fire.

You agreed to meet Bucky for a late lunch the following day. You've been sitting on the floor by your closet for what you thought was 30 minutes now, staring into the clothing abyss, spiraling into an internal panic.

You don't go on dates. You keep to yourself. It's comfortable. Living in a combined household with your sister and her small family you're certainly never alone.

What are you even supposed to talk about?

Your current job is nothing super exciting to talk about. You do like to go to concerts and musicals... However you can't really imagine the 106-year-old super soldier going to a pop punk or metal show, nor do you imagine him attending Wicked 3 times. Note to self: do not bring up Rogers the musical. Yikes.

Your sister has already talked you off a ledge 3 times since last night when you got home.

While still wallowing in self pity and loathing, two outfits are scattered by you and you have three more in your arms.

Your sister walks by your open door and backtracks peering in.

"Y/n," she sighs, "just wear the first outfit. You'll look great, I promise." She walks over and grabs the armful of clothes from you, dumping them on the bed and grabbing the first outfit. Your favorite pair of black jeans and a sweater you bought specifically because it was so damn soft.

The doorbell rings and your eyes widen. "He's early?!"

"He's on time, you would have noticed if you weren't staring into space for the last hour."

"WHAT?!"

"Don't worry we'll keep him distracted while you finish getting ready."

"Oh sure, don't worry. That fills me with all the confidence..."

"Benji has already asked him to marry you, what's the worst that could happen now?"

"I don't even want to think about the answer to that. So many possibilities come to mind."

You grab your outfit and start rushing around.

"Can I get you something to drink, Bucky?" Your sister asks while she moves about the room.

Bucky and Benji are seated at the kitchen table, just off from the living room. Benji is across from him with his tiny arms crossed on the table, and a very serious look on his face.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Ok, I'm sure she'll be down in just a moment. Make yourself at home. Hopefully we will see you around again soon," she smiles, "I'm just gonna go switch the laundry over quickly. Benji," she looks down at him while pointing two fingers at her eyes and then over to him, "behave yourself," she warns while leaving the room.

The table stare down continues.

"Where do you live?" Benji asks.

"In the city," Bucky answers.

"You have a house?" Benji fires back.

"Apartment."

"Own or rent?"

"Rent."

"Where’s your office?"

"I don’t have one."

"How come?"

"I don’t need one."

"Where’s your wife?"

"Don’t have one.."

"Yet," Benji squints with a tiny smirk, "but how come?"

"It's a long story."

"You have kids?"

"No I don’t."

"How come?"

"It's an even longer story."

"Do you prefer dogs or cats?"

"Both are fine."

"Do you have one?"

"I have a cat. Names Alpine."

"Is Steve Rogers really on the moon?"

"What's your record for consecutive questions asked?"

"38."

"He's up there all right." Bucky answers with a nod.

"Your metal arm and regular arm match well with how ginormous your muscles are."

"How nice of you to notice."

"I’m a kid, that’s my job."

Bucky raises a brow, "Why am I getting the 3rd degree here?"

"Just checking in on my investments. If this didn't work I was going to ask our neighbor Frank, but he kind of sucks," Benji shrugs his shoulders.

Before Bucky can question the language and what the 8-year-old said, you walk into the kitchen and quickly look back and forth between the two of them.

"Oh no, how long have you two been alone in here?? What did he say?" You ask Bucky, looking over at Benji quickly after, "What did you say??" Your eyes narrow.

Benji grins and holds your purse up for you. "Have fun storming the castle," he cheekily smiles with that glint in his eyes.

"Benji," you glare down at him.

Bucky clears his throat while standing up from the table. Walking over to you he points to a small bouquet of flowers that were already in a vase waiting on the kitchen table, "Um, these are for you…" he smiles.

"Thank you so much, they're beautiful," your reply is breathless while you look at the arrangement filled with a small mix of your favorites.

"He also gave me this," Benji holds up an RC truck with a Captain America shield painted on the side.

"That was very nice of him, did you say thank you?"

"Duh," he rolled his eyes while grabbing the remote to the car and rolling it out to the living room, "Thanks Future-Uncle Bucky," he grins and chases after it.

"Anyone ever tell you guys he's kind of a strange kid?" Bucky whispers conspiratorially while offering his arm to you.

You throw your head back with a quick laugh. "Oh, you have no idea."

Your date is going better than you expected.

You have managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself so far and both of you seemed to be enjoying your time together.

You have apologized multiple times for Benji's antics.

Bucky laughed, "He reminds me a bit of a young Steve and my sister Rebecca combined. Didn't realize that combo was possible, it's a little terrifying. I hope they have great medical insurance," he jokes.

"His father's a nurse, so we have in-house medical on demand. My sister tried to convince me to go to law school so someone can represent him when he undoubtedly tries to take over the world. Guess I can save some money and time on law school now that we have a super soldier plus a Captain America connection that can potentially stop him before lawyers need to be involved."

"Your sister already welcomed me to the family when she opened the door to let me in," he smirks.

You put your face in your hands, elbows leaning against the table in support.

"Well now you know where her small menace gets it from."

Bucky helps pull your chair out for you as you're both about to leave. As you stand up your purse falls off the back of your chair, spilling some of its contents on the floor when it lands.

Bucky ducked down to help collect your things when something shiny appeared next to your chapstick. His eyebrows furrow as he picks both up and holds them up to you.

You let out a slightly strangled cough as you realized what he was holding up to you.

Bucky Barnes was kneeling holding up your peppermint chapstick and your Grandmother's opal ring that was supposed to be safely in your jewelry box at home.

...Benjamin!

@pono-pura-vida @bitchy-bi-trash @random-writer-23 @jvanilly @clintsupremacy @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction

Next: Part 3 Lord of the Pins

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #marvel fic #bucky fanfic #bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #uncle buck #uncle buck fic

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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Hii !!! If you haven't done it already , can you make a part 2 to https://www.tumblr.com/grandlinedreams/732931737043255296/hehe-hi-lovelov-luvvv-the-angst-u-write-could (sorry I can't create hyperlinks due to my pc crashing everytime I try !) ? I loved it so much that I neeedddd a 2nd part that's just as angstyyyyy. I love your angst so much !!

Hiya!! I absolutely can, but i also got asked to resolve it well so I hope I can do this justice for everyone who wanted a part two! First part [here]

[Heads up!: canon typical violence, hefty dose of angst, hurt/comfort]

It's been a week since you bargained your freedom for Law's, offered your services to barter for his safety ㅡ and you still don't regret it.

The ship you've been forced onto is a far cry from the comforts of the Polar Tang with battered wooden floors and a hull that you're surprised withstands the waves that crash against it.

The crew also is nothing like the one you're used to ㅡ not that you see much of them. You spend most of your time at a desk with varying maps spread out before you, pen in hand as you're demanded to make note of any and all locations to treasure or anything of interest regarding the One Piece.

"If I find out you're lying, or if any of this is a trap," your captor hisses, pressing the sharp edge of a blade to your throat, "don't think I won't slit your throat and throw you overboard for the sea kings."

You don't bat an eye, even as metal bites into your skin, the warm drip of blood that follows. "I don't doubt it."

Your captor ㅡ Hendle, or whatever he'd said his name was ㅡ glares at you, clearly unhappy that he hadn't gotten the reaction he wanted. "I'll have someone drop food off. Don't even think of looking for an escape."

And then he's gone, leaving you with only maps and the guttering glow of an oil lamp for company. You reach out with the clink of the ever present seaprism stone cuffs, trace a narrow line of ink towards a place you've circled, tapping it thoughtfully.

Though it's a long shot and requires a heap of hope, if you can somehow leave a clue or evidence behind, if Law is tracking you (which you have no doubts he is, Trafalgar Law is a lot of things but one to abandon crewmates is not one of them), he can find it.

You bite your lip. It's a stretch and it'll have to be something both subtle and obvious enough to be from you ㅡ but you can at least try.

ㅡ

Though you're also a pirate, helping these kinds of pirates makes you feel slimy as you watch yet another chest of glittering gold and jewels be pried from its hiding spot and hauled back towards the ship.

"You've got an eye for treasure," Hendle tells you, eyes you in a way that makes your skin crawl and your fingers twitch with the urge to ball into fists. "I could get used to having you as part of my crew."

Anger flares. "I'm already part of a crew," you tell him flatly. "And it isn't yours."

The fist that connects with your jaw is expected given that the other times you've spoken out it's been met with swift violence, but the ring on his finger catches on skin, splitting it open.

"They're not going to rescue you," he growls, fury clear in his tone. "The sooner you understand that, the better."

And then he stalks off, leaving you alone. He clearly thinks you'll follow and while the idea of bolting is tempting, you know you're not going to make it far.

Blood drips slowly down your cheek, and you bring your hands up with the rattle of chain that's become frustratingly familiar. Swiping a finger against your skin, you stare at the tacky red, debating.

You can't ask for a pen, have no way of leaving proof you were here that won't disappear otherwise or be overtly obvious ㅡ this will have to do.

ㅡ

And so it goes ㅡ with every island that you end up on, you find some way to leave proof of your presence and hope that it's enough to point the right way.

If Law is even looking for you. You want to believe that he is, but what if he isn't? Logic is cruel ㅡ that he's wasting more resources than necessary to come after you. That he should cut his losses and move on.

It's a cold knife thrust between your ribs and up into your heart, piercing with the ache and fear that this is your life now, days measured by how useful you are.

What happens when you stop being of use? After all, there's only so many places you know of, and only so long you can get away with lying about information pertaining to the One Piece. Hendle is bound to figure it out sooner rather than later.

You stare at your wrists, the rubbed raw quality where the stone has chafed, the slow sap of any and all energy you manage to find by sleeping. And even when you do sleep, it's far from well ㅡ worries and fears follow you into dreamland, torment you with what could happen.

And what would have happened if you'd never done any of this in the first place. You've lost count or how many dreams you've been wrenched out of with a gasp, cold sweat beading on your forehead as you tried to push away the images of Law being killed in front of you, of feeling helpless to save him.

This, you decide, is far better than that.

ㅡ

This is the last island you've been able to mark on the map. Hendle has said nothing to you about what he plans to do with you, but you can assume it's nothing good.

Which is why you keep your eyes trained on him and the men that follow him, waiting until their attention is elsewhere ㅡ and then you bolt.

You know you're unlikely to make it far, but it's worth the way you can hear shouting behind you as you run as fast as your legs can carry you.

The chain clinks as you gasp for air, acutely aware of the burn of your muscles and ache of your body ㅡ but you keep going. You have to. Whether Law rescues you or not, you can't stand the idea of being around those thugs for another minute.

You'd rather die.

Something sharp bites into the meat of your left shoulder, makes you stumble and nearly topple before you correct your balance and keep going. Warmth leaks down your arm, white-hot pain that you use to ground yourself.

You can't defend yourself, best bet being that of running into someone who will be kind enough to help ㅡ and if you can make it that far in the first place.

You want to go home. You want the warm metal walls of the Polar Tang and the hum of machinery, the dumb jokes and silly arguments ㅡ you want your family. You want ㅡ

"Room."

Law.

"Shambles."

Your feet aren't kicking up dirt and pebbles anymore, the brief jolt jostling your shoulder and making you hiss as your legs give out.

You don't fall, though ㅡ familiar hands catch you, familiar tattoos ㅡ Law. He's here, he's real ㅡ he came to rescue you.

"You made it," you say softly as he picks you up, mindful of the way your shoulder is still bleeding. "You're late, though."

"I know." Law's lips press to your temple, and he closes his eyes as you lean into the touch. "I'm sorry."

#ㅡanswered.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader

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louveshin · 8 months

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AHHH😭 in that case may i request for a yandere shin please 🙏🏻

your savior | shin hati x reader

summary. with shin’s new experience of love and devotion for you, her true nature of destruction and chaos erupts when you are ripped away from her.

content warnings. mdni! yandere!shin x reader, dark fic!, suggestive themes but no smut, nothing gory but there’s some blood, also shin kills a few(?) people *awkward thumbs up*

note. it’s a little short but i hope u like it! and thank u for requesting :)

Shin didn’t expect to love you as much as she did. The first time she saw you, you were newly recruited by her master, thinking that Shin could use an extra pair of hands on her ship during solo missions—a replacement for that battered astromech droid she found that keeps malfunctioning on board. In the beginning, talking to you—well, besides giving you orders—was a rare thing to happen while you were there. But even so, you talked to her anyway, even when it seemed like she couldn’t care less. But, she liked the sound of your voice. It soothed her ways she couldn’t even imagine. And despite everything, Shin is observant. She’s been watching you ever since she saw you. She knows your routine, your habits, everything… she fell in love with how you acted when you thought nobody was looking. You were just beautiful. And you could feel it sometimes; a pair of eyes lingering on you when you were rewiring the control panel, when you were cooking, even while you were… changing.

After spending more of her time alone with you, controlling herself around you had gotten incredibly hard. It had gotten especially difficult when you had to patch up a cut on her cheek—a mistake in battle that she did not take lightly. Shin remained tense as you carefully applied a bacta patch, your eyes fixed on the process as her jaw clenched. Something flutters in Shin’s stomach as the pad of your delicate fingers carefully touches her face—something warm, something… scary. Her intense eyes shift downward to the sight of your lips, your bottom lip seeping with blood after your own fight against the people that attacked you, and they couldn’t look any more appetizing to her. Shin’s thoughts are fogged up with this devoted insanity, as you worked quickly to patch her up. The irresistible desire to press her lips against yours muddles her brain. You were just so pretty, so caring, so… bright. Unlike the way she could ever be. She wanted you to be like this with her forever. She needed you to.

But when that dreadful time came when you had been taken captive by pirates—those goddamn pirates in the Outer Rim Territories—her calm and composed demeanor shattered as her emotions surged to the surface. It was rage, like she had never experienced before; her hands were clenched and trembling in anger, and her eyes blazed with fury. With unmatched skill and relentless determination, Shin slashed and cut through every single pirate in her path, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in her wake. She spared no one, her lightsaber cutting down anyone who dared to stand in her way.

And your heart leaped as soon as Shin came into sight. But, as Shin drew nearer, your happiness gave way to a growing unease, the air thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood.

There, before you, Shin's silhouette was framed by the eerie, pulsating glow of her lightsaber, and the flickering lights only made her blink in and out of existence, almost as if she were a phantom haunting the corridor. Bodies lay scattered on the floor, lifeless and motionless; a grim testament to the power that she had just unleashed. The soft hum of the lightsaber filled the corridor, a haunting melody that echoed in the cold, lifeless space. And her face… Shin’s face was splattered with the blood of the pirates she had mercilessly dispatched. And instead of the warm, comforting expression you had hoped for, you were met with a twisted smirk on her face. It was a triumphant, cocky grin that seemed out of place in the midst of this chaos.

"Shin…" you breathed out, shifting under her gaze with your hands tied behind your back to some old, rusty pipe against the wall. "W-What did you do?"

"I killed them for you," she said, the hum of her lightsaber ringing in your ears, and she smiled.

“You… you killed…” You looked at the fallen bodies behind her, "A-All of them?"

"I did it for you. To save you."

You shivered, flinching at every sudden noise, at every thud of her footsteps, and at every sudden beep of the pirate’s base alarm. It was a terrifying reminder of the darkness that lurked within Shin, and you couldn't help but wonder what this power had cost.

With Shin’s brain muddled with the fantasies of having you with her again, her heart fluttered at the sight of you so disheveled, so rugged, and so… vulnerable. To have you beneath her, staring up at her like that. So gorgeous. In that moment, she thought of you as a weak, fragile, and precious thing that needed protection—that you needed her. She wanted to kiss you, even take you on the floor of this goddamn pirate lair if you’d let her. And even with the fear in your eyes, you still looked so, so beautiful. It didn’t matter to her anymore if you looked at her with love or hate; she just needed you to look at her. Because for you… she’d burn the galaxies.

— navigation!

#★ — louveshin writes #shin hati #shin hati x reader #ahsoka series #star wars x reader #ahsoka #shin hati x fem!reader #star wars fanfiction #sw x reader #star wars #fanfic #yandere

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samobservessonic · 3 months

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If you’ve been wondering where Sonic’s been keeping the Chaos Emeralds since the start of StC, well, this issue opens with the answer to that, as Plunder and Filch give us a quick reminder of what transpired last time

But Sonic and the others are right behind them, to the point where I wonder if this was a setup on their part or else if Sonic took Porker’s confession remarkably well and just realised they had other priorities right now (EDIT: After reading ahead, they don't mention it, so I guess Sonic really was just okay with it)

Have a neat shot of the Freedom Fighters diving into battle. They have pretty much immediately given Amy her crossbow girl role after the kidnappings in her two original appearances. She hasn’t had a big role in any of these stories so far, but it is interesting to see that the action girl role was quick to be reached and not something that happened slowly over time

Illustrating this, here’s Amy saving Porker. And if you are starting to think that poor Porker might be a weak link in this team outside of his tech knowledge, this is also a plot point that’ll be addressed further down the line

We once again see that when Tails is threatened, Sonic immediately gives up to Plunder, that being the second time that Plunder has taken advantage of this weakness. Not only that, but there’s a lore note about how the Chaos Emeralds are charged up with pure evil, thanks to the mistaken ideals of Dr. Kintobor trying to purify the world. On another panel, Tails also points out that the emerald’s need to be kept cool. All part of your Chaos Emerald maintenance training, right here, folks!

And here they are in the flesh for the second time in the comic! The first time was back in issue 8, where they were all green, like in Archie, but from now on they’ll all be different colours. StC might make up a lot of its own lore for the Chaos Emeralds, but I do appreciate that they keep them colourful

Sonic and Tails give chase to the sky pirates in the Tornado and what they find when they get there is what can only be described as peace and love on Planet Mobius

There’s not even a struggle to get the emeralds back, as Sonic explains to Tails that they absorb evil, not dish it out (what that means for Super Sonic is another question). But even if they’re loving life now, that certainly won’t be the last we see of Captain Plunder and his crew

But in case you’re wondering what’s happening in the ever-unlucky Emerald Hill Zone right now…

Here’s Metal Sonic! No more hiding in the shadows or being teased - in the next issue, Sonic’s robot doppelganger is going to be front and centre

But for now, I want to end by saying these last couple of issues have been a blast! I talked before about how I’m glad that Captain Plunder is here to give us a villain separate to Robotnik, and in doing so, it’s allowed Robotnik to work in the background to build up suspense for the big Metal Sonic reveal next time

#sam observes sonic #sonic the comic #stc issue 25 #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #miles tails prower #captain plunder #filch #johnny lightfoot #porker lewis #metal sonic

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swampstew · 1 year

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Oh shit I can make requests outside from the event? Oh golly okay uh first HAPPY 200 CONGRATS!! You deserve each and everyone of them and more because I'm sure those 200 people are so happy to your blog name on their notifications like I am

But yeah um 👉🏽👈🏽 am in love with your Kid and I want to see more of him so if you like the SOUND of this feel free to give it a try, you know how Kid's like is music? Usually this lead to uh metal band Kid pirates? Yeah cool I love it BUT Kid with a partner with Auralism(me. It's me I have an auralism kink) but just imagine the possibilities!

(I am so high while writing this so sorry if it was rambly lmao)

Hiii @sluttyseaslug ~ thank you so much, that's so sweet to say<3<3<3 I'm in love with him too<3 also I see what you did there, lmao. I am high writing this so I hope I hit those notes you were listening for, or else Kid says I'm in treble (jfc i'm so sorry) :)

WC: 686. Spicy - M!n0rs DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, A Kid Pirate metal concert, Kid being a little shit, CW: suggestive, auralism.

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You never thought you would ever see the sight before you and yet here you were, standing in the crowd of your crewmates as you all watched your Captain, Vice-Captain, and a handful of pirates performing a show on the deck of the Victoria Punk.

You knew that Killer played drums. You knew that Kid liked to listen to music but you never knew he liked to sing too! And damn did he sing.

Belting out lyrics song after song made you feel like time had stopped entirely. An alternate reality where all there was, was him singing. His voice was jaggy, rough, like metal screeching when it was attracted to his body and molded around him on his whims; it made your blood rush, your heart race, and your brain reduce to goo.

They queued up the next song and Kid's bright, golden eyes found yours in the crowd. You offer him an excited smile and thumbs up and he winked at you!

"Oh fuck," you whisper to yourself, suddenly feeling hot and bothered. Your pants now suddenly feeling restrictive and...damp.

Here I lay Still and breathless Just like always Still, I want some more

Time was an illusion, Kid was hardly moving and yet you felt like he was everywhere all at once: on the stage, right in front of you, behind you and surrounding you as if he was singling you out with his performance. Was he? He had a mischievous look in his eyes, that bastard.

You adjusted your clothes and posture, cheeks blushing as you try to play it cool. His voice and the music were absolutely not making you aroused. Not in the middle of all your friends and crewmates. He winked at you again. Suddenly, you're too hot. Spreading from below and engulfing you.

How did he sound husky and angelic at the same time? The way his voice fluidly transitioned from breathy, raspy to sounding almost otherworldly. Was he really a punk rock sex god? A deity of sound sent to...you shake the thought. This isn't about me, you mutter to yourself. Trying to shake the horniness from your system.

Let the whole world look in Who cares who sees what tonight? Roll these misty windows Down to catch my breath and then Go and go and go just Drive me home and back again

The way the music flowed with striking notes and mellow tones, the sudden intrusion of high, sharp chords making your breath hitch, throat dry as a desert. The way he wailed the chorus vocals had you grabbing at your neck, trying to ground yourself. Desperately trying to stay in control of your emotions, your whoremones, and losing miserably. Was your Captain always this hot?

His eyes met yours again, and this time he licked his lips and then his upper teeth as he eyed you up and down. A leer suddenly on his face and your face is burning. Dumbly swiveling your head around to see if anyone else was seeing this or maybe he was eye fucking and teasing someone else? Nope, its just for you, cool cool cool cool cool.

Don't let me Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Take me to the edge

Each go making your sex pulse and chest heave. He barely whispers the last lyric as he begins headbanging to the heavy guitars and rushed melody, making your adrenaline rush.

He leaps down from the stage as the instrumentals fade out and he struts right up to you, placing a large, hot hand on your shoulder. A shit-eating grin on his face as he takes in your flushed reaction. He knows, that bastard knows.

"You down to fuck?" Not letting your flustered and "civilian-caught-in-his-direct-path" reaction stop him, he throws you over his shoulder and marches to his cabin. Dropping you down on the bed, grin still on his handsome, asshole face.

"Yeah or?"

"Yeah," you pout, arms crossed over your still rapidly beating chest. He laughed at you, stepping back to strip off his clothes. You forgot he wasn't a gracious or kind god.

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kirinda · 2 years

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(icon and header and art in this post r by @/cupiidzbow !)

my names voltaire and this is my selfship blog! i barely use this blog and it needs revamping, my main is ousama!

IF YOU @ OR TAG ME IN A POST PLEASE @/TAG OUSAMA, MY URL IS AN OBSCURE CHARACTER AND I DONT WANT TO FILL HIS TAG WITH UNRELATED STUFF

im selfship tumblrs most hated thats how you know im a good blog baby yeah!!!!

do not follow me if you are a minor. do not follow me if you are a proshipper.

if you rb from misogynists ill probably block you its not my job to tell you when you follow one use that little brain in there

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Olympia (Pokemon) tag: 🔮

Marcus Kane (Twisted Metal) tag: 🚧 *Only the Head-On and Black continuity

Lard Nar (Invader Zim) tag: 🛸

Self Inserts

Misasagi (Rune Factory) tag: ⛩️

Makoto Edamura (Great Pretender) tag: 🐱

All of my inserts use any pronouns while i usually default to he/they for them

My Eto Ranger self insert is Cabbage! He's shipped with Kirinda/Lydia. he's a...janitor i suppose? its his job to keep the ship and common area clean. he's super antisocial but enjoys speaking to kirinda while cleaning because it's less stressful than talking face to face with a living person. He falls HARD for that robot and their relationship begins before kirinda gets his physical body back but cabbage certainly enjoys the goofball regardless of form

My One Piece self insert is Karma! He's shipped with Law and sometimes the heart pirates in general as a polyship. Hes the user of the ryu ryu no mi model chameleon. He joined the crew a little after Sabaody after stowing away. He's kind of a menace but hes their menace. hes really bad at his job because he doesn't have the skills to utilize his fruits powers correctly. Law unfortunately sympathizes with them having childhoods that parallel at points. I do not have a self insert that i ship with Deuce. I have delusions about being Ace and we were partners

My GoBB self insert is named Eddie! Theyre an anteater who was made to work with disabled children and theyre shipped with Banban! I hope that doesnt sound weird I was in and out of sped classes as a kid so I wanted to reflect that.

My Kamen Rider self insert is Jules! They're shipped with Kaito and are a member of team baron. They dont really have any lore yet except for hardcore yearning lol. Might make them a rider too?

My Supernatural self insert is Voltaire!!! Hes shipped with Rowena hes a nachzehrer and certified menace. His ass should be dead but free will keep him alive bc hes Rowenas little play thang and keeps her slightly in line. Not by much. His heads so empty only thoughts of his pack and beautiful older women

My Bugsnax self insert is Sunnie Cuteloop theyre a magician! They heart Shelda we love faking magic. Two dif kinds of magic but you know.

My Pokemon self insert is currently unnamed and shipped with Olympia! They're also a magician I swear im not unoriginal I just do magic irl. They're the child of Hocus from the Oblivia region but moved to Kalos to pursue their career. They want to separate from their father and aim to be a better magician than he ever was.

My Invader Zim self insert is Tiere Ley a vortian scientist. They've been with Lard Nar since before the war but didn't officially get together till the Resisty was formed.

#📸#🫀#♠️#🥳#🍌#😈#☮️#🐰#🃏#🥧#🌌#🔮#🚧#🛸#⛩️#🐱

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seamstressthepainteater · 1 year

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I don’t think I really like how The Mandalorian has been MCUified if that makes sense

Like the first season was it’s own thing, Mando went to different places across the galaxy trying to hide some kid he found from remnants of the fallen empire, it was largely its own thing and helped make the Star Wars galaxy seem bigger for me. It also had its own characters that managed to be memorable and interesting. It was a unique take on Star Wars I wanted to see more of.

Then season 2 comes out, and it’s a bit larger scale wise. Mando’s gotta find another Jedi to fulfill his kid’s destiny, which brings him back to going around the galaxy finding leads on one of these Jedi folks. There are a lot of returning characters in this season; most of the surviving season one character show up for at least an episode, Mayfeld gets some damn good characterization as a former imperial after being a one-note asshole in season 1, Ashoka gets an episode to learn more about Grogu and set up her own show, Boba Fett is a looming presence until he actually shows up and fucks shit up, Bo Katan returns with her besties, and even Luke Skywalker is in this bitch. Now I don’t like cameos just for the sake of having them, but the legacy characters at least either have good reason or are done well. Ashoka needs setup for a show, Fett is finally given the chance to be cool as shit, and Bo Katan going from ruler of Mandalore in Rebels to just another pirate gives context to why Gus Fring has the Darksaber (Luke’s just kinda there to be there though). I wouldn’t like to need to watch Clone Wars and Rebels to know what the hell Ashoka, Bo Katan, or the Darksaber are if I didn’t already, but I feel they’re given just enough explanation to make sense without it. And all of it was tied up in an emotional ending with Mando and Grogu that payed off everything set up throughout the season and made the entire thing feel grounded. It was probably the best ending the show could’ve had. This was the last time I would feel this way.

When Book Of Boba Fett was announced at the end of Mando season 2, I was exited. I loved how Boba Fett was handled in Mando and hoped that the show would flesh him out better. It was then that the rug was pulled from under my feet. Like Fredrick Fitzgerald Fazbear coming down upon a poor night guard in the dead of night, I was jumped with the truth of this show. This wasn’t a show about Boba Fett. This was just a season of Mando they shoved Boba Fett on for more runtime.

Theatrics aside, BOBF was just really disappointing to me. The Boba Fett stuff was kinda garbage, they perfected his character in Mando as a brutal goddamn terminator man, then they went back and went “he doesn’t want to be a bounty hunter, he just wants to live peacefully as a crime boss or something” which felt really weird to me. The Flashbacks were also so fucking boring, they could’ve been shorted down to one episode and given more time to Boba. I praised Mando season 2 for both giving legacy characters purpose and explanation so you didn’t need to know what their deal was. But you see, I’m pretty sure Cathleen Kennedy read my complement on that, realized she fucked up by making a story that can stand on its own, used her fucking Disney witch magic to go back in time, and had the guy who worked on the writing for those episodes shot at point blank range because holy shit they fucking shattered the ball with Cad Bane.

The show makes a point of saying that Cad Bane and Boba had a history, and this confused me. They never specified what exactly this history was, so I looked through everything I could get my grubby mits on. I looked through every one of both Bane and Boba’s appearances in Clone Wars, checked comics with Bane, looked through all of the officially released media I thought could be a lead. Then I noticed something about Bane in BOBF, he had a metal plate on his head. This wasn’t much, but I thought it was something, so I went through his animated appearances one more time and noticed he had the same plate in The Bad Batch. This just made me more confused, so I checked around and found it. The “history” the show was referring too. See when they brought back Clone Wars for season 7 they took unfinished arcs and gave them new life, but some were left on the cutting room floor. I said “couldn’t find any officially released material” because what they were alluding too was an unfinished episode, you can even see the part where Bane gets shot in the head. The crux of Bane and Boba’s unfinished business was an unfinished episode that wasn’t even considered canon at that point.

This was my Joker arc.

This show was so lazy, so uncaring about making the story seem complete without supplementary material, that the only thing they did to give the main villain a connection with the hero was a vague allusion to an event that wasn’t even officially released. Could they not have cut some of the boring-ass shit in the desert to flesh out this relationship? Was it too much to ask for this show to get even close to how Mando used it’s legacy characters? Was it too much to ask for competence?

Besides that, I thought that it kinda fucked up the great ending I thought Mando season 2 had. I knew they weren’t gonna be separated for that long, but I would’ve liked them to be apart a bit longer, or have them reunite in their own show. Feel the same way about Mando’s new starfighter, I think it would’ve been less alienating to have him get that in the beginning of season 3

Speaking of season 3, it’s also kinda disappointing. I think the shift from Mando to Bo Katan was disappointing, it’s like what happened to Boba Fett with Mando ironically enough, but it’s still disappointing that in a world where it seems like almost every character is slated for their own show, Bo was shoved into Mando. I also think Gus Fring seems less intimidating, I feel him being a part of this “Shadow Empire” is less threatening than a warlord trying to bring about his own empire. It also has the same problem as BOBF where you need to know stuff beforehand. I don’t think they ever explicitly state Gideon carpet bombed Mandalore, they just kinda said it was cursed. I know it was mentioned in BOBF, but again I shouldn’t need to watch another show to understand what’s going on in this one. I’m not gonna go too long with this one since it’s not over yet, but I’m not sure it’ll fix my problems with this season.

Anyway my biggest takeaway from this is that I hate Book of Boba Fett way more than I first thought.

#star wars #the mandolarian #book of boba fett #first thing tomorrow I’m gonna punch Cad Bane in the back of the head

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the-darkdragonfly · 2 years

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Tempest: A Captain Duckling Tale, Chapter One (again)

Hello friends!

As some of you know, I started this re-write earlier this year. I love this tale, but it wasn’t going the way I wanted it to and I wasn’t happy with how it was turning out. So! Instead of turfing it - which I did consider - I am decided to re-write this whole thing to line up with where I was actually planning on having it go in the first place. It’s a little darker and a whole lot better (in my humble opinion).

Some of chapter one is different, but the changes will really start rolling in for chapter two (and onwards).

I really hope you all like this and thank you for sticking around (please note - rating had been updated) and I truly hope you all like this new direction as much as I do.

Also - so many hugs to @elizabeethan & @donteattheappleshook for beta'ing this feral creature and helping me tame her into something much better ♥️

And now, on with the new Chapter One!

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In the end, there wasn’t much on board worth salvaging, a few trunks and several bags of coin; standard fare. The crew made fast work of it, and it hadn’t taken more than a quarter hour to transfer the goods from the Revenge to the lower hold on the Jolly.

“Captain!” Smee’s voice rang clear in the now quiet night, cannons having stopped their unrelenting assault, the soft crack-hissing of the still smouldering fire from the Revenge’s forecastle popping in the background.

Killian turned, giving the first mate his undivided attention. “We’re missing Scarlet, sir.”

Of bloody course they were.

He barely contained his eye roll, as undignified as it was, and pushed away from the helm.

“Get her ready to set sail, I’ll find him.” He moved across the wide gangplank connecting the two ships, the Revenge now resting heavily on her port side. He took the stairs two at a time, the creaking of the hull ominous in the dark hallway.

“Scarlet!” He called, irritation colouring his voice, ears straining against the crackling of wood. He had been pulling the lad out from where he had no business being since he was the height of Killian’s hip, sallow faced and serious. You’re a pirate- Killian remembered his voice, sharp despite his size, ears too large for his head while the bruise on his face had bloomed into a dark shade of purple.

Killian had nodded solemnly before lowering down, his knee in the pool of blood which ran through the street- aye, I am that.

He had always had a soft place for children, the wide-eyed stares which reminded him so much of himself as he and Liam scrapped and survived despite the cruelness of men, had been unable to protect so many of them while under the service of Pan, he had done what he could for the ones he encountered along the way.

But this boy was different, and when he held out his hook, the lad took the curve of the metal, wiped quickly clean of the blood and gore which had clung to it from the skirmish on the street only moments before. Killian produced the small knife, having pulled it free from where the lad had lodged in the kidney of the man who had pulled a pistol on Smee.

The boy had followed him, knife tucked carefully into the leather pouch, trotting dutifully at his heels into the tavern and hovered safely behind the swirl of his long coat. A sharp exchange of words and a slash across the barman's face, rivers of blood on the polished wood, and the child was free.

The walk back to the Jolly has been a short one, but the boy's small stride had slowed them considerably- what’s your name, lad?- and as the sails of the Jolly came into view, crisp and white and pulling tightly on her lines like a beast ready for battle, he felt a small hand tug once on his jacket before curling itself around his hook.

They call me Scarlet, ‘cause of me mum.

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Read the new & improved Chapter One here on A03

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#tempest #a captain ducking tale #the darkdragonfly #killian jones #emma swan #emma x hook #emma x killian #captain swan #once upon a time #a rewrite in progress #sassy pirate will scarlet owns my heart now #there will be baths #dont act surprised

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ltcolonelcarter · 1 year

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I don’t think I’ve nerded out with you about the ME franchise: which one is your favorite/or a fave side quest? ✨💖

!!!! kisses your face

i love them all so much honestly it's hard to choooooose so let's cheat and go with favouite aspects✨

I looooove the feel of the squad in two. it's fun. it's a little like assembling a pirate crew. everyone is so different and strange and cool poly ship normandy

everything about 3 breaks me a little in all of my favourite ways. saying goodbye to the crew, to shepard's LI. the MUSIC IN THE WHOLE GAME. the return of characters like the rachni queen too, bittersweet though they are. side note the whole attack on the citadel section i LOVE. the casual and blatant reminder that they aren't safe, even there, was so sharp. SIGH

i'm emotionally attached to mordin. he's my emotional support mad scientist. his mission on surkesh makes me want to chew through metal (I'm not usually too fazed about playing through 'bad' options in games, but I cannot play renegade shepard for that mordin mission. I had to watch it second hand and i'm still not over it)

tali's loyalty mission in me2 is one of my faaaaaavourites but ESPECIALLY if you recruit legion + take him with you. the quarians are Not happy and its funny but also interesting. side note I love legion SO much. sweet adorable robot

finding garrus as archangel in me2 is one of my top ten moments I YELLED SO LOUD. i love his romance but he's also just my ride or die bro

citadel is in my top threeeeeee bc it's silly and self-aware and everything I love about the whole franchise. watching grunt drunk in the shower adds weeks to my life EVERY time.

the entire heist mission with kasumi 10/10 I need shep to go on INFINITE silly heist missions

lair of the shadow broker is SO fun but my favourite way to play it is to 1) romance liara in me1 and 2) romance someone else in me2 bc liara is SO bitchy if you're betrayed her a little. it's incredibly entertaining. the sexual tension between her and shepard in between pancaking the mercs on illium...amazing

taking a break from positivity to mention that i HATE the hammerhead. that hunk of space junk can get thrown on a giant bonfire thank YOU. 0/10. i'm team mako. (team nomad too but i'll leave andromeda for now✨)

bring down the sky was so much fun too. crazy infiltration mission turned moral quandry? sign me UP.

side note one of my favourite little reveals was that conrad verner, superfan and all-out strange dude, has a fucking PhD in super high level physics. this guy use his ENTIRE brain studying dark matter and then decided "that's enough. let's follow a cool spectre around the galaxy". i respect that.

#under the cut bc i just basically rambled about the things i love #I've rewritten this post seven times bc I kept remembering things that I love #or trying to structure my thoughts and that. did not work. SO #you get this assorted nonsense #thank you SO much for asking ✨💖#tell me your thooooooooughts i want to know #asks #mass effect #cerberusdreams

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whimsicaldaydreamss · 9 months

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What I like about you: your mind and how cute you are (based on what you like and reblog)

About my pet: his name was Gaahl, he was a black hamster named after the former frontman of Norwegian black metal band Gorgoroth. He was my little companion and we were like a pirate and his parrot because I would put him on my shoulder when I would walk around the house. I taught him tricks and to answer when he is called. He loved to eat and the thing he loved the most was to sleep in the nook of my neck while I read a book or took a nap. I feel like he was the definition of my spirit animal. It is truly a fact that pets are like their owners.

Question for you: What is the one thing about you that nobody knows or you haven't told anyone?

Ps. This time is anonymous but I think you know who this is hahaha. ^^

Thank you so much! I really appreciate this! I don’t think anyone has ever said they like my mind so this is quite the compliment (and also fascinating to me)! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ♡

You should make a little picture book story about your hamster! I’m actually sobbing right now. It’s so wholesome and my heart feels so filled with love! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ I’m sure Gaahl will always be with you no matter how old you are and no matter where you are in your life! As you said, just like a spirit animal trying to help guide you to the right path -`♡´- And I totally agree that pets are like their owners! I always love seeing people’s pets. When I do, I’m mentally connecting all the dots between pet and person. Most of the time I’m like “yes, I see I see. You two match very well” ♡( ˃̶᷇ ‧̫ ˂̶᷆ )♡ Also side note: I gave myself a shock when I switched from my lofi-nighttime music at full volume to listening to a song by Gorgoroth (all at 3am) haha. I gave myself a mini heart attack! Every once in awhile I’ll listen to metal so this will definitely be on my list! ⋆🎧✮⋆

Also, if I told you one thing no one knows about me then I guess it would defeat the point of no one knowing right? (⁎˃ᆺ˂) Just kidding haha. I guess one thing is I’m actually a pretty anxious person. I have no idea what my future looks like and honestly I’m not sure what to do. Although the thing that bothers me the most is I don’t want to disappoint the people around me. It’s easy to say who cares what people think but it’s always easier said than done right? I’m pretty good at keeping these worries internal because I don’t want it to cause problems but it can get difficult (and a little lonely haha). Sometimes I find myself checking in with others and give them advice/words of encouragement because making someone else even a little happy makes me happy too. For now, all I can do is keep my head up, check in on myself, and keep pushing forward. ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

Anyway, thanks so much for this Anon! It made my day and honestly made me feel a lot better too! (And I think I do know who this is haha! So sweet! (∩˃o˂∩)♡) I hope you’re doing well and having a great day/night! Please stay well and take care! ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

#anon #cute messsage #anonynous #ask me anything

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onlydoingthisforthensfw · 1 year

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You make me Bloom

Authors Note: UUhhhhhh I'm not entirely sure how to write stuff, especially with the tumbr format so forgive any problems. This is part 1 of 2 for a fic about an OC of @soulkhunscompass (Calan) and my own OC (Tchort). A bit of background- 1) The scene is set with the pirate ship that they're on being attacked by Angels (the bad guys). 2) They're lovers in this fic, because I said so. 3) Also we love them dearly <3. That's all!! I hope you enjoy-

“GET DOWN” A woman’s voice screamed before being cut off by the sharp, metallic sound of a blade meeting another blade. Echoes of gunfire and swords meeting cutlass surrounded the action that had fallen upon the Angelus Reprobri. It was a mighty ship, large on the outside and even bigger on the inside. However, it made for an easy target in times of crisis. It was also an even easier target for the branch of angels that had descended upon the ship as the crew was leaving port. An explosion sounded off the side of the boat, ringing the ears of everyone who was within a twenty foot radius. Someone was firing the cannons. In the middle of the ship was a pair, scrambling for cover as a barrel was sent into splinters to the left of their position. The larger, a demon from the pits of Hell, lifted his arm to cover the shorter man. The other was a blonde with a staff held firm in his hand.

“Calan- you need to stay here.” Chips of wood bounced off of the demon’s skin, and he turned his head to stare at the blonde. His own black locks were thrown around with every sound that reverberated across the deck.

“That will be the last thing I do. Stop babying me, I can help.” Calan’s attention was completely focused on an angel that was chasing down some other member of the crew.

“I’m not babying you!” The larger man moved his forearms out into a half shrug and gestured to the mage. “There’s no storm, you physically can’t help as much as I think you want to-”

“Oh shut up Tchort, and let the kid work.” A new voice echoed and the staff in Calan’s hand upturned slightly, and moved just enough to make it known that the staff was the one scolding the oaf.

Tchort pursed his lips and looked up over the row of cover to examine the battlefield. There were at least 40 angels, all assorted in stature and abilities. Half of them could be seen on the deck, another 10 or 15 seemed to be trying to get down into the space under the hull. The remaining angels were high in the air, observing the chaos below. They ranged at different heights in the sky, putting themselves above the other fighters that were taking control of the ship. The Captain, a fallen angel named Blakely, was nowhere to be seen. In the distance across the ship, Tchort could just barely make out the giant of a woman. An elf, one of the first mates. At least there was some form of control being had in this chaos.

“The First Mate has this under control, Calan listen to me and just fucking hide.” Tchort ducked back behind cover and looked to his side to where Calan had once been. Now, the man was gone. With a gargle that was a mix between a shout and a groan, the demon pushed himself to his feet while breaking into a slight run. He stumbled as he finally scrambled to his feet, and he looked around the ship like a panicked mother looking for a lost child.

Suddenly, there was an eruption of lightning that hit the deck. It sent sparks and electricity across the ship in a violet wave, stunning at least a dozen angels as well as dropping one of the angels that had previously been in the sky. The winged celestial bounced off the railing on the port side and spun in a limp fashion into the water below with a splash. As for the rest of the angels on the ship, they froze with slight horror at the feeling of being hit with the after effects of a lightning strike. Halfway across the ship stood the blonde mage atop a collection of barrels with his back to the demon. The end of the staff sparked with a quick crack of purple and white light, and a glow pulsed through the man’s veins. It was noticeable even from where Tchort stood. Calan turned his head slightly to look to the left, his irises violent in their purple color. His chest fell as he exhaled sharply. The exhilaration from letting his ability go wild seemed to rattle around his insides. Tchort could have sworn that with the exhale came a trace of smoke slipping through the grin of the blonde.

Noise on the ship had gone eerily quiet at that moment, but kicked back up as everyone seemed to remember where they were and what was currently going on. Angels on the deck who had been chasing pointless mice-like members of the crew now turned their attention onto the man who stood on the barrels. Calan seemed to be moving the staff once more for another attack, but not before a few angels would reach him. Suddenly, Tchort’s left side was wracked with a firm smack. A sword blade bounced off and clattered to the deck as an angel stumbled back behind the raven haired man. They didn’t seem to realize what trouble their sneak attack would get them into. With a roar of pure adrenaline, Tchort crouched and pivoted to throw a fist in the face of the angel that was behind him. Instead of bashing in the celestial’s skull, however, the demon opened his balled fist and grabbed the entirety of the angel’s head in a firm grip. Tchort was a giant in comparison to his assailant.

The angel was near 5 feet in height, and built like a stick. They were small. They were throwable. Their posture visibly recoiled as the demon dug his nails into the winged being’s hairline. They screamed and lifted their hands to claw at the forearm of the monster, and were met with resistance. It took effort to make the next move, but Tchort was irritated. Calan was his, there was no doubt about that. His mage, his blonde, his angel. Calan was everything to Tchort, and the devil himself would stop at nothing to keep his ray of purity and perfection safe. So why was it so hard for the blonde to listen to Tchort and hide during the attack? Rage bubbled in the large chest of the horned man, and it coursed through his veins. With a fluid motion, he pivoted once more to face back toward Calan’s position. His arm stiffened and lowered, dragging the angel with it. A cry for help sounded and the celestial’s wings puffed up and flexed as if they were trying to fly away. Tchort didn’t give them the chance. Like a piston, the arm of the demon turned and rotated, the tenseness switching out for a coil of nothing but muscle. With what could have been a snap of his wrist, he threw the angel in the direction of Calan. The celestial screamed and tried to flap as they were thrown, but it only caused their inevitable crash to hurt that much more.

Behind the mage, two different angels approached. One reached toward the back of Calan’s leg, but never got the opportunity to touch. A crash sounded as the angel that Tchort had thrown connected with the pair, causing all three angels to tangle in a mess of wings and limbs.

The blonde turned to look behind himself after letting off another blast. An eruption of lightning struck the ship in front of Calan but he now faced away from it, finding a new interest in the mangle of angels that piled up behind the barrels he was using as a stage. His eyes rose to meet Tchort’s as the demon approached in a half panicked jog.

“Where did you go?” The mage asked with a smile that was laced with pride. He seemed to be enjoying himself. All that came from the demon’s lips was an appalled sputter.

“Where did I go? You ran off-”

“I was missing the fun-”

“You almost got ambushed.”

“...But I didn’t.”

“Because I helped!!” The demon threw his hands into an exaggerated shrug and his fingertips split to make way for claws of bone. They were sharp and deadly when used correctly.

“Good! Now do it more-” Calan laughed with not a care in the world, but something in his eyes made Tchort think that the care-free attitude would come at a price later down the line if they didn’t wrap up this fight sooner rather than later. The demon exhaled through his nose and turned to face the side that the mage couldn’t see. If Calan wouldn’t listen to him; then he would just have to make the blonde untouchable. Electricity pulsed once again and static was sent up the demon’s spine as a blast exploded from the end of the staff that Calan was waving. Tchort could have sworn he heard the staff say something to the mage, but he busied himself with KOing another winged assailant that came from the left instead of thinking too much. Feathers flew as the body dropped, bouncing on the wooden planks with a muted creak. The demon leaned over and grabbed the angel by the feet, grunting loudly as he threw them off the side of the ship. He waited for the splash before grabbing one of the three angels he took out before and doing the same to them.

Getting them off the ship and into the water would waterlog their wings and make them unable to follow the crew- so long as the ship kept moving. As he turned back to grab another one of the angels, he was met with a wall of two more. ‘How many of these fuckers were there?’ They seemed to be endless. Though the only real reason was that they had given up trying to get below deck and were now focused on stilling the crew. The demon balled his fists and adjusted his feet to bounce lightly. He didn’t know much about fist to fist combat, but he knew that he hit like an absolute train. Hitting hard was about all that the crew could do here. None of them had the tools to really do any real damage to their attackers.

One of the angels, a red head with a stupid haircut lunged to attack Tchort with a weapon that closely related a spear. It took a side step and a quick adjustment of his bones to divert the attack with a bone spike that protruded from the back of the demon’s wrist. The clang of metal hitting metal rang out again and Tchort took an opportunity to punch the red head right in the stomach after taking a step to get closer. They recoiled and the other angel, a man with a brown bob, made his own advance.

“You and this ship will be taken into custody. Give up now and we will spare a few lives for these traitors.” The man hissed out, and Tchort huffed.

“Yeah I don’t think so, buddy. This isn’t my ship, but I don’t plan on letting you do anything of the sort.” The demon moved forward and took a swing at the brunette, but the hit didn’t land. Now, the angel produced a sword that was previously hidden. The blade was dark, and glistened with an odd aura. With a frown, Tchort took a few steps back. For the first time in quite some time, his face twisted with seriousness.

“Where did you get that?” His question came out in a low growl, and his eyes flickered from the blade to the Angel’s face. The celestial seemed pleased with the reaction, but didn’t say another word. As they continued their staredown, the demon was hit with another whack of the redheads staff from behind. Tchort turned slightly and reached out to grab the pole from their hands. He wrapped his claw around the staff and then felt a sharp pain split through his ribs on the opposite side. Tchort’s voice cried out in a deep rumble and he tore the spear from the red heads hands, hitting them across the head with it using nothing but brute strength. Their head gave a slight crack and their body fell to the ground. They weren’t dead at all, only sleeping. Now that they were out of the way, the demon had a second to look down at his ribs. He lifted his arm to reveal a gash that ran about six inches across his side and a good half centimeter deep. Dark crimson slowly drew a line down his skin from the corner of the wound. His pupils shrunk to be nearly pinpoint.

“Hurts doesn’t it? I’m sure it will sting even worse when I’m done with you.” The angel’s voice was laced with venom and confidence. As if a switch had been flipped, Tchort lifted two fingers on his right hand to slightly smudge the blood coming from the wound. He was bleeding. The angel began to move to attack again, but the demon seemed more obsessed with the feeling of pain that was sending shocks through his nervous system. The brunette swung the blade again, this time aiming to embed it into Tchort’s right bicep, but he dodged and took only the tip of the blade through his shirt. As he circled the attack he moved his arm under the weapon and lifted it out of the way. It caught and he threw his hand out to the side, knocking the blade from the angel’s grip. It flew a few feet away and embedded itself in the wood of the ship as if it was the sword in stone. Tchort had yet to notice but it had made a smaller incision on his opposite forearm as it spun away. Now, he slipped his opposite hand along the chest of the celestial and took a grip of the cloth of his shirt, shoving him back against the railing of the ship’s edge. The demon’s breathing was heavy, and he brought the two bloodstained fingers to his tongue, licking a stripe off of them. His tongue stained red and the angel gripped at the wood behind himself.

“Your ignorance and lack of skill is what got you killed. Remember that when you go crying back to your ‘God’.” With eyes focused on nothing but the blood that could be shed, Tchort took a firm step closer to the angel. His face was inches away, mere millimeters by the time that a scream broke him from whatever blood lust had been activated at the sight of his own blood. His frenzy was instantly stopped as the blood that was boiling ran cold. He turned just enough to glance behind himself at the location where Calan was. How long had it been since the last lightning strike? Why weren't there any loud explosions anymore? And why was it only now in this moment that Tchort realized that his hair wasn’t standing on end anymore from the electromagnetic field that had been created with every shock. The demon’s eyes pinned and focused to meet Calan’s.

Time moved twice as slowly as he witnessed the action of the celestials. A hand was wrapped around the blonde’s throat. A hand that wasn’t his own. And on his arm, and on one of his shoulders. Calan’s staff clattered to the ground as he was pulled back into a wave of feathers. His eyes were locked intently onto Tchort’s as if they were the only thing that he could cry out with. After making out the situation, there wasn’t a single thought that registered in the demon’s head. The angel he had been tormenting was no longer even a spark in his brain. Tchort watched as three separate angels grabbed onto Calan and tore him down from the barrels, throwing him onto the ground with a loud crack.

That crack was one of the last things that Tchort heard before hell broke loose.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

I'm starting to appreciate the completely UNHINGED nature of TX. My coworker walked into work today as ask "you like pirates and skull right?" And I'm like yeah. So he says come out to my truck I found two pirate swords someone throw away after Halloween. And I'm like oh... mmm ok? Legit they're two metal fencing swords with skulls on the hilt and guards?!

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Rules: tag nine (9) people you want to get to know better

Tagged by: @johannabarkerrs

Favorite time of the year: fall, I get to wear layers again and it not freezing cold yet, and all the fun spooky stuff starts to show up. Leaves change color. All together it's a good time.

Comfort food: not sure what it called by a coworker made this super delicious cookie brownie dessert- it was a chocolate chip cookie on the down and brownie on the top with oreos in the middle. I need to get her to give me the recipe. That or a good cup of New England claw chowder, not the can stuff but the kind in the bag you have to boil in hot water. It's the best.

Do I collect anything?: yes, I collect Stieff, a brand of stuff animals that originated in Germany. Most of them I've gotten as gifts from my grandmother, who was born and grew up in Germany. The first Stieff I got is a fox named Xorry. The weirdest is a snowman from what I assume is a German kid show called Tabaluga, and this snowman I assume is the villain as he's got long black gloves and evil yellow eyes above the brim of his top hat. But I love him very much as my Oma saw it and thought, "oh he is freaky and bizarre little guy, Eri will absolutely love him.

Favorite drink: iced coffee with mocha flavored creamer

Favorite song: The Bounty Hunter by Mike Cross, I remember hearing this song when I was either six or seven on one of my dad's CD as he was driving me to school or something. And while it was horribly morbid for a kid to love, I still love it to this day. It just a nice little engaging ballad of an outlaw vs a bounty hunter and after probably a thousand listen after so many years it still intrigues me.

Favorite current song: Shadow of Mine by Alec Benjamin. I actually like a lot of his songs, but this is the most recent of his I found. I also like, Boy in the Bubble, Outrunning Karma, and Mother's Eyes to name a few others of his.

Favorite fic book: I don't read fic all that much. Sorry :( so I'll do my favorite book. Which is A Series of Unfortunate Events. It's been one of my favorite series since I was a kid. And as an adult it appreciate all the literature references the author uses for the building of the world, from places like Prufrock Prep beginning a reference to the poem "The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock" to the character Esmé Squalor as nod to the short story, "To Esmé - with Love and Squalor." The series has been a huge inspiration to me and my own writing projects as well.

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Customer: *holds out phone with a picture of a product* where do you have this cleaner?

Me, a retail worker: I'm sorry we don't carry that particular product in store.

Customer: But it says right here that it's in stock!

Me: Sir. That is a screenshot from Amazon.

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So, ever see Sonic Prime and if so, how is it?On a voice acting note, pretty much everyone except Deven Mack(Sonic) & Adam Nurada(Knuckles)are MLP Friendship is Magic veterans with Ashleigh Ball(Rainbow Dash/Applejack)voices Tails,Brian Drummond(Mr Cake/Filthy Rich)voices Eggman,Vincent Tong(Flash Sentry/Sandbar)voices Knuckles' alternate counterparts,Shannon Cant Kent(Pinkie's singing) voices Amy, Ian Hanlin(Sunburst)voices Shadow, & Kazumi Evans(Rarity's singing/Adagio/Moondancer)voices Rouge

I have not. I might at some point, as a sonic fan but from what I can tell it sounds.. okay but only slightly seems to tap into the potetial of a sonic multiverse show. I'm fine with no crossovers, Sega really hates old incarnations so it's a tall order as much as i'd love that, but the worlds seem to be a one premise idea; what if they were feral and amy went enviromentalist, what if they were pirates, what if there was world without sonic? the last one is the most compelling but while their fine, none of them really seem to tap into the series most intriguing idea, one i've heard gets explored in the new yolk stuff: the effect sonic's absence has on his friends. It seems to be visually great and have some good ideas but just lack the character stuff that a series like this should be pushing. It glances at it but it's not all there. I do like the unique takes on a metal sonic and having Shadow be his main sidekick this time around, as it not only seems to create a nice push and pull between sonic wanting to not kill all these new versions of his friends and Shadow seeing them as just reflections. It's also nice to see shadow get to lead in one of these animated series. So in conclusion it seems alright and has some really great ideas i'm just not running to see it.

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Sonic Slam Brings Three of the '80s Biggest Acts to Nashville's Marathon Music Works

On July 29, a capacity crowd packed into Nashville's Marathon Music Works to spend a night listening to the songs that soundtracked many of their teenage years, blaring from car stereos and flickering across MTV's Headbanger's Ball as '80s metal icons Tom Keifer, L.A. Guns, and Faster Pussycat brought the Sonic Slam 2022 tour to Music City.

But it wasn't all nostalgia at this show as headliner Tom Keifer, former lead vocalist for Cinderella, played a mix of familiar hits like “Gypsy Road”, “Night Songs”, and “Don't Know What You Got ('Til It's Gone)” with songs from his more recent solo material, which skews much more toward blues rock, almost Americana. It could easily have been a disaster. Playing blues rock to metalheads? Playing new material to a crowd of people who want to hear that song they loved years ago? All bad ideas on the surface. All things that worked perfectly for Keifer.

A Nashville resident for several years, you could tell Keifer was bringing a little extra for the “home team” and you could tell there were a lot of people in the audience who knew enough songs from his 2019 release Rise to sing along. Cinderella always had a lot more blues foundation than most bands of the era (see “Bad Seamstress Blues” from the band's Long Cold Winter), so the material flowed well together and Keifer showed that he could switch between his signature Cinderella rasp and the bluesy voice of his new material. His band, some of whom likely weren't old enough to remember Cinderella's songs when first released, were at full throttle the entire time and helped project an energy the audience happily returned.

The middle band in the trio was L.A. Guns. Coming from the Sunset Strip metal scene that also birthed Guns 'N Roses, L.A. Guns is a band who never quite got the credit they deserved in their prime, birthing one major radio hit in “Ballad of Jayne” before contentiously breaking up and spending much of the ensuing twenty years in a legal battle for the band's name. Fortunately for fans, classic era vocalist Phil Lewis and guitarist Tracii Guns mended fences in 2016 and L.A. Guns is not only back but better than they were in their prime. Guns' guitar work was flawless and Lewis, whose mustache and dress made him look like a cross between a demented ringmaster and a pirate, hit every note like it was 1989. The rest of the band was also great, but especially veteran guitarist Ace Von Johnson who has played with just about everybody (including show openers Faster Pussycat) and had an undeniable chemistry with Guns that made their dueling solos fun.

The surprise of the night for me was Faster Pussycat. They're a band I never got into during the '80s and went into expecting to be mildly entertained as I waited for “House of Pain.” I couldn't have been more wrong. While Downe is the only remaining member from their '80s hitmaking days, much of the rest of the band has been with him since the early '00s. But it was one of the band's newer members, Sam “Bam” Koltun, who stole the show, providing the kind of lead guitar virtuosity and kinetic energy that was a hallmark of the '80s metal scene.

While most of the press this year has gone to that other '80s metal tour that played at the football field a few weeks ago, for me Sonic Slam is the place to be. This is music that is meant to be experienced standing shoulder to shoulder with your fellow fans, belting out the lyrics and trading energy with a band that understands the give and take of that dynamic. All three bands on the Sonic Slam tour have that skill and the audience responded in kind.

Check out the setlists and a selection of pictures from the event and hop over to our Facebook page for the full gallery!

Tom Keifer:

Touching the Devine Night Songs Coming Home It's Not Enough Somebody Save Me Rise Nobody's Fool Solid Ground Fallin' Apart at the Seams The Last Mile Don't Know What You Got (Til It's Gone) Shake Me Shelter Me Gypsy Road

L.A. Guns Cannonball Electric Gypsy Over the Edge Sex Action Gone Honey Speed I Wanna Be Your Man Hell's Bells/Never Enough Ballad of Jayne Rip and Tear

Faster Pussycat Jack the Bastard Cathouse Slip of the Tongue NOLA Poison Ivy House of Pain You're So Vain Don't Change That Song Bathroom Wall

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hello! I was wondering if you could do the rest of the arcana love interests for your most recent ask? (the one about mc falling asleep in their arms)

Of course! This was a really cute idea, so I'm more than happy to continue it :)

warnings: none

-Julian Devorak-

Literally held his breath until he was certain you were asleep, and then he became one very happy boi because you're so cute!!

At first, he’d tried to shift you off of him so he could put you onto something more comfortable and properly tuck you in. However, the moment he tried to move, you mumbled his name and clung to his jacket Yes, his heart went BOOM and his face went RED

So yup, you get to sleep there now. Screw being a doctor or a pirate or a wanted criminal, he’s peaked in life by becoming your napping spot

He tucked his cloak around you and held you close

If anyone walks into the room, he’s wildly shaking his head, waving his arm “no”, and making a shushing motion — all while keeping the rest of his body relatively still for you

No matter how inconvenient it may be to try and do paperwork or examine medical diagrams with you on him, he will happily find a way to manage

Even if one of his limbs is falling asleep, he will literally stay there because he will never disturb his sleeping beauty (So don’t be too surprised if when you wake up and roll off of him, he has to beat the feeling back into one of his limbs)

Probably mumbles to you while you sleep about the most random stuff. If you happen to be awake, you can hear some real jewels to tease him about later :D

He’s sleep deprived so he probably ends up falling asleep with you too, leaning his head on yours and nestling you closer

-Muriel-

It’s not uncommon for there to be a comfortable silence between the two of you, so he had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you drift off to sleep

When he did, he froze, hardly breathing as he took in your sleeping form — the way your eyes fluttered slightly, you nuzzling closer to him, the tranquility from your steady breaths

Keeping his eyes fixed on you, he leaned over to give you a blanket

He stayed there awhile, smiling softly to himself as he enjoyed your presence. He’s still amazed that,,, he can have moments like this with you. That the two of you have overcome so much and now get these quiet, loving moments

Kisses the top of your head and murmurs that he loves you

Sometimes Inanna tries to join in on the cuddle pile and he has to awkwardly adjust her so she doesn’t wake you up too

However... if you fall asleep on him in public or just around anyone, even Asra or Nadia, he’s going to blushing like a tomato

He wouldn’t move you because he’s obviously more concerned with you being comfortable than his embarrassment, but he still feels a little awkward

It doesn’t help when Asra lounges back inhis chair, cocks his head to the side, and says, “Well, you two certainly look comfortable.” And then Nadia and Portia chime in from across the room that you two look very cute

Muriel just mumbles something about them being quiet so they don’t wake you up

While Muriel does agree that it is very cute how you’re cuddled up against him, his face is soooo red

-Portia Devorak-

Alright, so this is going to go one of two ways

Way 1: Portia is in a cozy, sleepy mode, and is 100% okay with this. She’ll cushion blankets and pillows around you, urge Pepi to join the cuddle pile, and hum little songs to you or read a book. It’s very nice, 10/10 peaceful. She’ll smooth out any kinks in your hair and give you plenty of kisses and massages :)

Way 2: Portia is in a mischievous mood and you are doomed. You will wake up with your hair in a ridiculous updo, have something drawn in your face, and probably woke up because she was tickling your nose with a feather Pepi’s tail. And if you talk in your sleep, Portia will note everything down for future teasing material

But even if way 2 happens, it’s so hard to not fall asleep with her, especially when you’ve just finished a long day of working in the garden with her, the house smells of sweets, and her gentle arms are around you

If you fall asleep on her while you’re out in the garden, she’ll weave flowers into your hair or make you a flower crown

Sometimes Pepi will curl up right on top of you, and Portia will begin just stacking things on top of Pepi to see how tall she can get her little tower of loved ones and things (so far, the record is six things, before Pepi moved and sent everything tumbling down)

When you wake up she greets you with a grin, a kiss on the nose, and asks how your nap was

-Lucio-

Very mixed feelings about this

Because on one hand you’re really, really cute like this and this is the perfect opportunity to softly kiss the top of your head and stroke your hair without feeling self-conscious

On the other hand… he has to be very still and very quiet, which are two things that he is not good at

He tends to shift a bit trying to get into a more comfortable situation, and everytime you begin to stir awake he freezes, holds his breaths, and lets out a million curses in his head until you settle back into his arms

If he talks at all, you’ll probably wake up and Lucio is going to feel very bad/be pouty that he cut cuddle time short :( But if he can manage to stay still and quiet, he’s nothing but soft for you :)

He tries to keep his metal arm away from you so that the chill of it doesn’t wake you

After you wake up he’s all dramatic about how his arm was falling asleep and it was such a struggle to keep still, but there’s this little sparkle in his eyes that tells you he actually enjoyed it

He tries to avoid falling asleep with you like this, because he’s like “okay. They fell asleep on me because they trust me to watch over them and keep them safe. So I have to be awake to make them feel safe.” It’s kind of sweet but also,,, he doesn’t quite consider the fact that he’s just comfortable to sleep on

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