#asthmatic villain

[anonymouspuzzler]

using my OCs to ask important questions like "what if old men were in gay love" and "what if one of the gay old men was stacked"

[Image IDs/descriptions under cut!]

[Image 1 ID: A black and white digital ink drawing of Puzz's OCs, Buck (a middle-aged white man with a barrel-chested build, bushy mustache, large nose, and balding hairstyle with a large tuft of hair on top) and Davey (a middle-aged Black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, diagonal scar across his face, thin mustache, bushy eyebrows, large ears, and curly hair in a ponytail). Buck is wearing a sweater, simple slacks and boots, while Davey is wearing a loose tank top, sandals and sports shorts with two lines down the sides. Buck has both arms around Davey to lift him up, looking up at him affectionately, while Davey has his arm loosely over Buck's shoulders, legs kicked up, grinning ear-to-ear. End ID.]

[Image 2 ID: A black and white digital ink drawing of Puzz's OC Buck. He is wearing boots, cuffed pants and a t-shirt, and is holding a wrench in his left hand. He is using the other hand to lift up his shirt and wipe sweat off his face, exposing his ample chest, chubby tummy and plentiful curly chest hair. He is looking off to one side casually. End ID.]

[Image 3 ID: A black and white digital ink drawing of Davey, drawn in response to the previous drawing of Buck. Davey, wearing overalls with only the left strap buckled, is sitting at a table with blueprints in front of him, resting his chin in his hand, with a pencil held between two fingers. He is apparently looking at Buck, with wide eyes, a wobbly grin and a noticeable blush, with hearts floating all around his head. The colors of the bisexual pride flag have been drawn in behind him. End ID.]

#anonymous puzzler art #anonymous puzzler originals #tw toplessness #daveys will talk about his partner like he's the moon and sun and stars made manifest and then you see this asthmatic walrus made man. #and yet. he is right. this is the power of gay love #Villain Coded comic

[aiiaiiiyo]

#Tell me who remembers evil villain Dick Dastardly & sidekick Muttley with his asthmatic laugh #from 1969-70 #scot816 #oldschool

[ltbarnes]

Anachronism - Part II

Or the placing of persons, events, objects, or customs in times to which they do not belong

Summary: Sprained ankles, snowstorms, blood-thirsty wolves and feral super soldiers. What was supposed to be a peaceful walk in the woods surrounding the cabin you're staying in with your best friend Steve quickly turns devastating, forcing your path to cross with the mysterious and burly man who can't seem to grasp social cues and the concept of privacy. His past is a puzzle that can't seem to be solved and your feelings for the sweet and giant man quickly develop from friendly gratitude to something neither of you can't quite grasp.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: a little bit of nudity and some sinful thoughts, bears!!, manhandling, Steve panicking and Bucky being the sweetest

A/N: I made it!! Never thought I would be able to finish part 2 in time but it’s done!! The love on the first part has been amazing and please give me any and all thoughts on this part <3 I love talking with you!

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You had been gone for six hours by the time a barely functional Steve ventured out to search for you a second time.

15 minutes. That's how long you said you would be out, and Steve started glancing out of the window for you already after 13 to see if you were back.

And he tried to go out and search just half an hour after you left, but even for a super soldier a harsh snowstorm like this one is impossible to navigate in. His phone service was not working and contacting the compound was futile—they can't do anything as long as the weather is this bad.

He's fucking panicking. You're probably out here freezing to death if you already haven't. Leaving you to die like that is no option. For twenty hazy minutes Steve gathered anything that might be needed if he finds you half-alive in some ditch—warm water bottle, blanket, food, tracking device if Sam or Nat or anyone in the team feels like helping him some time.

Steve knew he shouldn't have let you go. He felt it this morning when he watched you walk out of the door with those ridiculously large mittens and the puffer jacket that could soften a fall from fifty feet high. But god, he can't say no to you even though he persisted for more than an hour in your argument. A flutter with those eyes of yours and he folds quicker than he can take another breath.

He's Captain America—a man who survived a world war, alien attacks, robots trying to take over the world and countless fights with the world's most notorious villains. He prides himself on having integrity equally strong as his vibranium shield and morals practically written in stone. Steve Rogers is an unmovable man and still he just throws away all logic and sense out of the window as long as you have a smile on your face.

His chest is heaving, out of breath. It doesn't happen a lot anymore now that his days of being an asthmatic, 90-pound sick man are long past him. You manage to make his goddamn body malfunction in a different way each time he meets you—today just happened to be the worst he's ever experienced. If you died like this while he sat inside looking over fucking sketches over the compound grounds he's not going to be able to live with himself much longer.

For so many years he's been able to keep you out of situations too dangerous for your own good. It's hard sometimes when you prance out in traffic without looking both ways or take shortcuts through alleyways on the way home from work in the middle of the night, but Steve's still been able to keep you safe. He has been there each time.

God, you fucking infuriate him. Sometimes he wants to throw you over his shoulder and lock you inside some closet where you can't get up to any trouble. Trying to negotiate your way out of being shot by a madman robber by offering him fucking cookies? Yeah, Steve was furious that day, but he adores you for it. Don't get him wrong—you're not some sunshine fairy girl like that teacher with glasses and colorful dresses in the sitcom you always watch, but still you offered a man with a gun to your head cookies. You barely even bake.

Honestly, Steve was annoyed by you for a whole two years before you slithered your way into his traumatized and lost heart. The 21st century is a labyrinth of parasocial relationships, too advanced technology and so much suffering existing along the endless progress that's been made since the 40's.

It all was just too much for him for a good while, and his range of emotions kind of just shut down. Work was all he had and the closest thing to a friend was Natasha, who he did not know at all at the time. Tony was a goddamn asshole and Fury was too vague and Steve was missing Bucky, Peggy and the Howlies so much that all woken time was either spent on grieving or fighting.

You were the first close friend he made in this century. One who he could spend entire nights talking to, and took him out on midnight pizza runs and showed him what the hell streaming was. A friend who showed him that things are better now in many ways.

But he knows now why Bucky was so goddamn irritated at him all the time—you aren't even throwing yourself into fights like he did, and still do, but instead manage to be so goddamn clueless and intelligent at the same time. And he doesn't want to find you stubbing your toe on the same treshold at least once a week as amusing as he does. Or that he looks forward to Monday meetings because he gets to walk past your little office, stacked with strange romance books you can read when Tony doesn't need help in the lab or Bruce has no samples to be incubated or whatever he does.

For a long time you were the only one he missed when he was gone on missions for weeks. Now the team is as much family as his real one ever was, and he loves them too, but you're still the first person that comes to mind when he drags himself half-alive and beaten to a pulp onto the quinjet after a gruesome fight.

Mostly he likes that you don't really need him. In reality you do so wonderfully fine by yourself, without anyone, and Steve loves your independence. He just seemingly likes worrying and fuzzing like a mother hen because he can. Because you let him.

You do stupid things sometimes and for those situations you really do need someone to either pull you away from the moving car heading towards you or scold you for being reckless, but you could live on a reclusive island entirely alone and wouldn't mind in the least. Maybe it's because Steve always wanted that quiet life—settling down in a house he built himself with a person he loves somewhere people won't bother him.

The snow is goddamn insatiable with working against him as he tries to find his way just a few feet away from the cabin. But he's been through worse and Steve would gladly cut off all his limbs and bathe in scolding lava to find you alive.

To hell with snowstorms and duties and work—he's going to find his best girl even if it makes a 100-year old super soldier hypothermic.

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Your bladder is about to fucking burst.

For what must have been half an hour you've been laying awake to the sound of Winter's breathing, contemplating wether to go outside and potentially wake him up or just die.

But he's holding onto you so tightly, squeezing you to his chest with his nose buried in the crook of your neck, that you contemplate just holding it until he wakes. You feel like a stuffed animal he can't fall asleep without, the way Winter has tangled himself up in your limbs.

It makes you realize that you haven't felt closeness from a human like this in years. Maybe ever. You've never seen yourself as touch-starved but receiving such affection without any conditions or terms triggered some epiphany inside of you—you want to be held.

But ultimately, despite how heartbreaking it is, you are not willing to lay your life and dignity down for his and your own comfort in this moment.

The first movements of your newly awoken body generate cracking sounds that are a little too loud to not be concerned about. Good morning.

Somehow, in a manner you did not know you possessed, you slide out from his hold down onto the cold wooden floor without waking him up. You would've guessed he was a light sleeper.

A soft, breathy whine escapes his lips. You have to silence yourself with the palm of your hand to not laugh. Also desperately hoping that it's the loss of you on top of him that makes him upset in his sleep and not just the sudden lack of warmth.

His hair has been matted and tangled during the night, stray strands swept over his face, and he still he looks so good. You sit there on the floor staring at him for a good minute before you try to crawl away, struggling into your thermal pants and socks with a few silent curses slipping from your mouth.

If you're honest, you thought your foot would be fine by now. You clearly remember thinking to yourself that it would be over in five minutes when you fell. It's been a day and it's still swollen and hurting like a bitch—crawling to the door is the only way, though undignified.

You kind of miss being carried around while trying to haul yourself up to a stand with the help of the doorway. And you're also thinking about how Tony would have this picture printed and framed if he had a camera in his hand right now.

Outside it's still snowing, and the moderate layer of white, shimmering crystals covering the ground has grown to being outrageous during the night. It reaches up to your knees as you shuffle out just a short distance from the porch.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why am I doing this? Goddamn shit, ow," you whisper to yourself while trying to go about this in a dignified way that won't permanently disable you. "Ah. So cold. So cold."

And you're so hungry and tired and also might cry soon if things don't get better. Have you always been this sensitive? It feels like you're not. Circumstancial changes to your personality, hopefully.

Three days ago you were playing chess against Bruce in his lab while waiting for an analysis to process—that was, up until then, the most aggravating and complicated quest you had ever taken upon yourself (mainly because you do not know how to play chess). Right now you're peeing half-naked with snow up to your knees and a sprained ankle outside of a stranger's house who is most likely some kind of supernatural man and also very handsome. Is it weird that you're attracted to him?

Despite the rugged lumberjack-Tarzan type sleeping twenty feet away, you have a hard time seeing the silver lining in your misery. You're stuck and probably proclaimed dead. If you were a more positive person this could be counted as adventure time and great storytelling-material in the future—autobiography material, really. New York Times Bestseller List if you write it good.

But you're scared. You don't really know where you are and Steve might be out there looking for you. Yes, he is a super soldier, but it's not safe wading through a snowstorm without proper gear and knowledge. Steve can get cold too, despite how much he denies the slight shivers you've seen him develop during freezing walks in the winter. God knows he might wander off in the wrong direction and give himself hypothermia. Also a panic attack because this has to give him flashbacks to his time in the ice, right? Nightmares about being frozen solid like a popsicle?

By the time your teeth has since long started chattering, and you struggle to get up the zipper of your pants with your stiff fingers, a rustle in the trees surrounding the grounds forces you out of your daytime overthinking. The goosebumps on your skin instantly escalate to tiny mountains as you look around frantically for whatever threat is about to devour you.

Black fur emerges from between the branches, accompanied by a bark-like sound bordering on a happy chirp. You have to steady yourself to not fall over from shock as a bear cub wades through the snow, fuzzing up the powdery flakes as its dark coating slowly turns white from the steady snowfall.

Tears are dangerously close to being shed as you crouch down with your mouth agape. That was the last drop. A bear cub? Seriously? Sorting your thoughts through the big, blinking 'that is the cutest thing I have ever witnessed' is absolutely hindered by the fact that the bear is the cutest thing you have ever witnessed.

"Hi, baby," you say through a chuckle, stretching your hand out despite knowing that the bear could very well kill you. Because bear cubs are still dangerous, right? No?

It must be quite a few months old, if not a year, but the urge to hug it overpowers the underlying carefulness telling you to step away. Why did you ever think you had useful survival skills? A walking teddy bear comes into your sight and you abandon any reason.

The bear is hesitant as it catches sight of your figure, but it seems like the curiosity is stronger for it too. Slowly, and a bit clumsy, the cub makes its way through the deep snow until the wet nose nearly touches your fingers.

"Oh, you're so cute," you whisper with a blinding smile breaking through the chattering. "Where's your mother, huh? Have you gotten lost?"

It feels like maybe the soul of a tame cat has possessed this little bear as it latches on to your leg, paws embracing you with its nose snuggling into the stiff fabric. A shocked laugh escapes your lips as you gaze down at your new favorite being, possibly triumphing both Steve and Winter. Maybe it's too soon to decide wether or not Winter gets a place in your favorites category, but this one certainly does.

A shriek sounds through the air as your balance, which was compromised to begin with, falters and sends you to the ground with an especially hard nudge from the bear. Newly fallen snow wells up into the air as you hit the cold and soft layer with a thud, giggling like a little school girl as the bear releases a happy chirp.

"You want to play?" you ask, reaching your arms out while completely forgetting to be freezing cold like you should be. You didn't really have time to put on a jacket on top of your Henley before.

The bear pushes up snow with its nose, sending flakes into your face as if it splashes water jokingly. You throw some back, earning a shake of its fur to rid itself of the white formations.

But the door to the cabin is thrown open harshly, smashed against the wall, before you have any more time to resume your playtime. Winter barges out with his large and threatening build so tense that you fear he might pull a muscle. His eyes flicker over the scene, searching for your figure until he finds you half-buried in the deep snow with a bear hovering over you.

The panic is instant—you see it clearly from where you're craning your neck to catch sight of the sudden commotion. He's not wearing any shoes, but he runs out into the snow without hesitation anyways.

A growl sounds from his chest, puffing himself up to appear more threatening. For the first time you see the power he possesses—the real underlying danger inside of the man who has been so sweet to you these past 24 hours. But you're still not afraid of him.

"Wint—"

You begin calling out his name, try to explain that the bear wants you no harm, but the attempt is futile. Winter is fast, and before you can even say the whole of his name he has dragged you up from the ground with one arm while the bear fearfully runs away.

His hold is too tight for you to get a word out as he hastily brings you inside again, smashing the door shut and setting you down on the floor. This time he's careful of your foot, letting you hover just a few inches above the ground before slowly easing you down as to not lay any unnecessary weight on your ankle.

Winter's hands instantly find your face, eyes roaming over your body with frantic desperation.

"You—no hurt? Okay? Good?" he asks, tilting your chin up while inspecting the small patch of exposed skin on your neck.

His breathing is heavy. And you can understand what it looked like—he must've thought you were being mauled to death. Even though the bear was far from full grown they could still be dangerous, you think.

"I'm okay." You can't help but smile, despite it being a small one. "The bear just wanted to play. It was a really kind bear."

Winter furrows his brows into a frown, letting his gaze wander up to your face. A few seconds pass of him inspecting your expression, as if he's assessing wether or not you're sincere, before he lets out sigh.

A small pout grows on his face, drawing a giggle from your lips. He's cute like this.

"You were gone...so scared. Then I heard scream and saw bear," he tells you while shaking his head, tilted down towards the floor.

The smile on your face eases out into a sigh, hand instantly finding his forearm with a soft touch. "I'm sorry, Winter. I didn't want to wake you up and I had to pee. The bear just came out from between the trees and came up to me."

"But—no hurt?" he asks you once more.

You shake your head. "No. I'm completely fine. Just a little cold."

Winter lets out a puff of air from his nose. "Always so cold. All the time," he says, taking a step back from you to drag a chair out in front of you, before turning towards the fireplace.

"I am not. It just happens to be freezing outside and this cabin does not have any heat," you protest while sitting yourself down.

You watch as he reaches for the chopped wood stacked upon each other right beside the fireplace, throwing in a few more to feed the fire.

It crackles loudly, hypnotizing you for a few seconds before you start to feel the wet fabric clinging onto your skin.

"Do you have any other clothes?" you ask, arms encompassing yourself. "This shirt is all wet and cold from the snow."

Without any hesitation, he plucks his wine-red shirt off his back to reveal a tight, black long sleeve underneath. His right arm reaches the shirt out to you, meeting your doe-eyed gaze.

On a continuous roll, Winter has shown you kindness upon kindness ever since you woke up. It's all too much and you don't really know how to repay him. He's taken care of you so well, protected you and fed you and kept you warm and now given you his clothes. He barely even knows you.

With slight hesitance, you turn to the side and cling onto the hem of your shirt. You have to remind yourself that Winter probably won't mind if he sees you half-naked. He's already seen the bottom half of you in just underwear without having any significant reaction, so it'll be fine if he sees you in a bra too.

The collar gets stuck for a few seconds, and you struggle to get your head free for a good while. Gracious as ever. When you're exposed to the world again, you instantly feel the intense gaze of Winter on you.

His stare is zeroed in on your chest, the dark blue lace covering your breasts leaving little to the imagination when it comes to your nipples. No, you did not expect a single soul to witness your underwear on this trip while packing. But you kind of like dressing up for yourself a little bit too.

Winter parts his pink lips, drawn closer without even blinking. You sit there, gazing up at him while forgetting to take a breath. It's okay—he's just curious about the anatomical differences rather than the sexual aspect of it. You think.

"Touch...please," Winter murmurs as he stares at your breasts nearly spilling out of your bra.

And you have to suppress the sudden giggle that wants to escape. Winter looks like a kid staring at a lollipop, like he will burst any second if he can't inspect your fucking boobs.

"Ugh, they—soft. Look soft. Pretty," he whispers.

With a giggle you nod, giving him the okay to touch. You shiver now even before, despite feeling rather calm about it.

He uses his right hand to reach out. Ever since you flinched away from him that first time he's been hesitant to use his metal one while touching you, even though you don't mind. You have to tell him that.

"Never seen before—so soft. Oh."

His genuine excitement over having his hands on you draws a chuckle from your lips until he squeezes a little too hard.

"Be gentle. It hurts when you use too much force, okay?" you tell him.

He nods in answer, focus not straying from your breasts even once. He's mesmerized—he's never felt anything this pliable and cuddly on a person. In Hydra he only met rough men, consisting of hard muscle and rough handling. The entirety of you is just so soft.

"Off. Want away."

A tug at the strap of your bra paired with a wide-eyed gaze and pupils covering the entirety of his eyes signals that he'd be much happier without the offending fabric covering you. But you're not sure. It feels like a step too far.

Your fingers clasp softly around his, pushing them away from you gently. "Not today."

"Why?" he asks you with an expression bordering on a pout.

"Because I'm not comfortable with that. Do you remember when I explained that word?"

Winter nods while lowering his head to watch  his left hand as it flexes open, leaving a whirring sound after him. He looks a little bit upset about it, but doesn't pressure you any further. The truth is that you're worried he might not know what it implicates—what it might lead to. Because you sure as hell have a hard time controlling your feelings right now, and from what you've seen of Winter he doesn't have a lot of boundaries or impulse-control himself.

You put on his shirt in the silence, even though he's still looking at you. The cold temperature has made your nose runny and the only sounds in the room are now your sniffles, the crackling fire and Winter's whirring arm.

"I, uh, have to find—eat," Winter says, bringing his fingers up to his mouth while parting his lips. A soft smile cracks through your solemn exterior, relaxing into your chair.

"Food?"

"Yes. Food."

He looks down at you, eyes raking up the entirety of your figure, before reaching for a large fur that he drapes over his shoulders. You almost think you hear Winter whisper a "so small" to himself as he exits through the door, sending a gust of cold wind inside that makes you shudder.

As you follow him with your gaze through the window, he nearly looks like Leonardo in The Revenant with the rugged long hair and large fur as the snowflakes steadily rain down on him. Sam made you and Steve watch the movie a few weeks ago.

You wonder if Steve's been able to contact anyone. He definitely tried, if you know him as well as you think you do. Everyone back at the compound probably thinks you're dead by now, and might not look for you. If it weren't for Winter, you would be dead after all.

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Two long and despicably boring hours drag on before you hear footsteps outside on the porch. And you can't help but stand up from where you've been sitting on the floor, limping towards the door as it's thrown open.

Winter has three fishes hanging from his hand. Slightly comical and also a little gross. There's probably some lake around here that he's been able to drill a hole into or something.

Your amused smile meets his stoic face that lights up just slightly when he sees you. Butterflies and heart eyes or what not—if he had been just a tinge more adapted to social cues he would've noticed the impact he has on you.

Winter's break in resolve quickly disappears as he realizes just what you are doing. He told you to not move a finger while your foot was still hurt.

"No. No standing," he seethes, nodding towards the tattered couch. You just give him a teasing smile in return. "Y/n. Little bunny," he sighs, laying down the fishes on his table and a handful of red berries that roll away.

"What, Winter?" you ask, trying to will the heat away from your cheeks. If you're honest, just standing like this is completely fine. It's walking that hurts like a fucking bitch.

With slow steps he nears your figure, towering over you with his massive build. You have to crane your neck to see his face, shuddering with the quiet growl sounding from his chest.

"No standing, I said. Only I carry you," he tells you, pointing his finger into your chest.

A gulp. An exhale that makes you realize how dry your mouth is all of a sudden.

"No?"

"Not listen to me. Makes me not happy—angry," Winter says. "Foot will be more bad if standing on it all the time."

Two dozens of minutes later he has obviously gotten his way. You don't think you could say no to him when he flashes those blue eyes of his without even trying.

Comfortably sitting on the couch that has been moved closer to the fire with a fur blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you watch him prepare food for the two of you once more. An old copper pan is filled with snow that has since long melted, now boiling so you can both drink some water for the first time in almost two days.

The palm of your hand is filled with cranberries that Bucky picked just for you—he told you so himself—that you've been snacking on. They're a little bit sour, but you're so hungry that you'd practically eat anything.

"Winter, can I ask you something?"

He turns his head around, facing you while laying down his knife.

"What did you do before coming here? Who were the people who called you, uh, who called you an Asset?"

A frustrated breath of air comes out of his nose, like merely the thought of his past angers him. And you begin to suspect that he has all right to feel that way.

"They made me kill. Have made many people dead with this arm."

Winter stretches it out in front of him, inspecting it like it is the first time. With disgust and a distaste so deeply ingrained that you can see his pained thoughts from here.

Within the blink of an eye he turns his attention towards the fire again, turning the fish so it doesn't get burnt. You don't say anything.

"They made me forget also. I did not want to, so then use special words and machine to make me do things." His back is tense now, the outline of his muscles distinct through the fabric of his shirt. "Hold me there for so long. Can't remember anything now from before."

The sound of a knife scraping against metal pierces through the air. It's the tip dragging against his arm, without creating as much as a dent despite the pressure.

"I do not want to hurt. Not you ever," Winter says.

The breath gets stuck in your throat, eliciting a choked, high-pitched sound as you try to find an answer worthy enough of the horrific crimes just confessed to you. All this he has been through, all the things he has done for the past two days, and he has the nerve to assure you that he means no harm.

"Winter," you whisper, barely noticeable when your throat is so thick and dry that you can barely speak. "Look at me. Please."

A sea of blue and sorrow and hatred and so much softness meets your own eyes. God, this man.

"You deserve good things. And I am not afraid of you, nor should you be of yourself. Honey, you've suffered enough. Don't let yourself be another source of pain."

Your palm comes to rest against his cheek, eyelids fluttering shut as he leans into your touch. You don't know if he understood every word, but it doesn't really matter as long as he understood the meaning behind them. And you think he does.

Winter cries. Tears, though few, leak down onto your skin as he silently grieves what life was taken from him. You don't know much about what he's lived through, but you know enough now to mourn for him too. You know enough to hold hate larger than you ever have for the people that used him.

That evil in the likes of villains on a screen exists among humanity is not new. You've heard about it in mission reports, in conversations between agents and seen it up front. Though nothing new, it hurts and aches in parts of your heart you thought were permanently disabled. Empathy has never been your strongest point but it might just break you right now.

"C'mere," you whisper while holding your arms out for him to escape into.

Winter drags himself forward to close the few feet between you, arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he buries his face into your lap.

What must be half an hour passes by with your fingers tangled up in his hair, nails gently scraping his scalp, and Winter's soft breathing warming up your legs. His own must be numb by now.

The food is long forgotten and probably burnt. You haven't really taken your eyes off of him for the entirety of this time. And despite what must be a routine lacking any sort of hair care, Winter has strands softer than a kitten's and a newfound source of jealousy for you. In these moments you don't particularly mind when your hands are the ones who get to feel his dark brown hair sift through your fingers.

But it hasn't been silent. No, you've rambled on about anything he might find interesting about your life to keep him distracted. He doesn't say anything, but you know he's listening. During things he doesn't like he squeezes your thigh, and sometimes he lets out quiet sounds as reaction.

"I love reading. I've probably read fifty books this year outside of research for work," you tell him, leaning your head back against the couch. "But not any classics, those are too hard to understand. I like simple stories with clichés and happy-endings. Makes me believe that I might find happiness like that someday too."

A particularly noticeable puff of air escapes Winter, hitting your leg with the warmth of it. An agreement, maybe? Or a silent plead for you to shut your mouth for a second?

"Oh, and I cook a lot too. But mostly the same three dishes. I'm not really that good, but I've perfected this tomato sauce I've been doing since I was 18."

You lift your hand to scratch your nose for only a second, and Winter still lets out a nearly silent whine for your absence. It makes you laugh, tugging on a few strands in answer.

"Do you want me to talk more?" you ask him.

He nods, holding onto you a little tighter.

"And is it really comfortable sitting on the floor? Don't you wanna come up to the couch?"

A shake of his head. Still. A nod.

Winter places his hands on either side of you, pushing himself up from the floor until he's standing tall right in front of your figure.

It only takes a pat of your hand on the cushion beside you for him to sit down. You push yourself into the armrest, legs crossed to your best ability with a foot that still has good swelling to it, to give him enough space. The couch is too small in reality and had its shining moments before you were born, but when Winter unfolds your legs and drapes them over his lap the two of you fit well enough.

“Thank you,” his rough voice croaks out after a silence so long you nearly forgot the meaning of speaking. The comfortable silence is always going to be good enough communication for you.

Your eyes are closed and too heavy to open again. What time it is you have no idea about, but it’s dark and you’re exhausted, but find some sliver of energy to answer him.

“What for?” you ask, soft voice on the verge of being slow.

“You are very…kind. Kind and uh, cute. Pretty.” His hand strokes up and down your leg, as if the thought of not touching you is unbearable. “Also smell so good. Want to be close all the time.”

The entirety of your body tenses up and you don’t know why. Why do your limbs turn to stone when his words burn in your veins, sends heat to your face and ears and heart that beats faster with each passing second?

You want to answer, but Winter beats you to it. Instead of expecting you to say anything in return he pets you on the head gently.

“Little bunny so tired. Already sleeping almost,” he says, more to himself than for your sake. You already know how tired you are.

The solid couch disappears from underneath you as he carries you with him to the bed. And just like last night, he maneuvers you until you’re laying flat atop of him.

A pleased hum sounds from your lips, snuggling into his warm hold with a tired smile adorning your face.

“Winter, tomorrow I would really like some pasta. A big pot that nobody else gets to taste but us,” you mumble. “Not even Steve.”

And Winter doesn’t really understand what you’re babbling about, but you can feel his smile despite your eyes being closed.

You could get used to this, and you haven’t felt like a life without Steve constantly nearby is something you could ever be without before. Two days and nights is all it took.

It scares you.

Part III

#marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #bucky barnes smut #beefy!bucky #anachronism

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 12/19/2022

shambling along towards the new year

listening

cotton heads by caravan palace. i think this has been on every spotify wrapped playlist ive ever had. soft and comforting in a way that’s hard for me to describe. this has been part of the background music in some of the softest times of my life, winter-warm and safe and solitary noodling around on some project that involves a lot of fiddling with tiny pieces on a desk. spotify

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reading

houston thrift stores are, predictably, awash with cowboy western novels. mostly it’s every louis l’amour or zane grey possible (no thanks)

jake logan’s SLOCUM AND THE YELLOWBACK TRAIL is number three hundred and seventy nine in the series, which is quite impressive. i am fascinated when a book attempts to transplant a cowboy into an urban environment so we’ll stick with it for a bit, despite a truly horrible sex scene describing a “rigid pole”. there were no onomatopoeia sex sounds which is both blessing and curse bc the intel SLOCUM gathered during this sex scene seemed like a completely different conversation totally unrelated to the sex he was having. she simply happened to come three times in three pages while telling him everything he needed for Next Location.

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watching

saw several very beautiful movies in the last two weeks, one of which i liked very much.

Experiment in Terror (1962, dir. Edwards) has one of my favorite Mancini-composed pieces of music but i had never seen the movie it was from. a neo-noir man with an asthmatic rasp puts pressure on a bank teller and her teen sister to rob the bank by terrorizing them through various means. however, despite successfully playing on a lot of Womanly Fears (unexpected phone calls, driving at night, being alone) the fbi. this is perhaps a bit snide since it is extremely good at keeping the tension up through most of the runtime, the leads all did a good job imo— a letterboxed reviewer pointed out the villain played by Ross Martin has a certain chameleon-like quality from scene to scene and it is really arresting, he pops up in some unexpected places to great effect. a well-shot movie, just a hair longer than i wanted it to be, i don’t think any movie could survive the hype i built up in my head after loving than mancini piece so much, and was not quite the vibe i was looking for on the afternoon i finished it.

in a different noir with an important scene during a baseball game, Stray Dog (1949, dir. Kurosawa). everything you could possibly say about this movie has already been said. mifune is such a fucking joy to watch as a somewhat hapless young cop with a bad case of the scruples. gets his fully loaded pistol pickpocketed on the tram, sending him hither and yon during a brutally hot summer tracking down every bullet. widely available for free. fucking beautiful work of art. deeply annoying when widely acclaimed movies are actually really good

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playing

nothing new to report, nothing i want to play has been a free epic game lately. very excited that a character ive been waiting for is dropping in genshin on…uhhhhh…tomorrow? she has sunglasses. she has a gunbrella. she can call in heavy cannon bombardment. she’s just so cute

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making

one of the purposes of the tuesdaypost is to remind myself to expand the selection of things i do and my brain partially feels like sludge bc of the time of year and partially bc i haven’t fucking done anything more complicated than scrambled eggs or cleaning things in like two weeks

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Spotify

[stellar-imagines]

TODOROKI SHOUTO MASTERLIST

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ♤ [SFW] ❝Short S/O❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O who writes dark stories.❞ ♤ [NSFW/SFW] ❝S/O that has breathing issues.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Bubbly, clumsy S/O with PTSD.❞ ♤ [NSFW] ❝Asthmatic and nervous.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Thank you, dad.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Intermediate notes.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O who wanted to be a singer.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Mineta’s harrassment.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Little sis, little crush.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Stressed out.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Driving.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Countryside girl Pt.1❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Dear daughter.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Dancing dream.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Affectionate.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Countryside girl Pt.2❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Todoroki with small and pregnant S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Affectionate and badass.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Powerup.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Early period.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Home birth.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Crush who likes playing music all the time.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Practice Hiatus.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with unstable quirk.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Todoroki with Korean S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Just anemic.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Todoroki and S/O who’re whipped for each other.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with luck quirk.❞ ♤ [NSFW] ❝S/O with an animal-type quirk.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with weird laughter.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Hanafuda.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Wolfie.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Taking a hit.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Studious but rebellious.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O who has a migraine.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with a quirk like Thor.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O doing the WAP dance.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Intimidating and fierce crush.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Bisexual S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Countryside girl Pt.3❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with Rinnegan.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Autistic S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with a singing quirk.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Scarlet Witch quirked S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Super Saiyan S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Stand User.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Catty 2.0.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Sad melodies.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O in a villain attack.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O who is like Boa Hancock.❞

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 ☆ [SFW] ❝Will a sorry suffice?❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝First steps.❞ ☆ [NSFW] ❝Walking in and getting caught.❞ ☆ [NSFW] ❝A tad tipsy.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Caught in the act.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Watch the heat!❞ ☆ [NSFW] ❝Confidence doesn’t speak much.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Weight doesn’t define a person.❞ ☆ [NSFW] ❝Handle me with lots of love.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Meeting Todoroki’s family.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝A savior’s battle scar.❞ ☆ [NSFW] ❝Stranded?❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Work it out together.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Painful annoyance.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝I’ve become numb.❞ ☆ [NSFW] ❝Keep it down.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝A lull in the storm.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Unseen.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Attracting vellichor.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Revelations about pregnancy.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Matching quirk.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Prom date?❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Two-way love.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Unpleasant news.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Boyfriend supporter.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Hidden earings?❞ ☆ [NSFW] ❝Morn.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝The secret is out.❞

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ♡ [Valentine] ❝I’ve never had a valentine.❞

#stellar-imagines #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #masterlist #todoroki shouto #bnha x reader #mha x reader #not a scenario

[tw-episodereactions]

Teen Wolf 1x01

Starting with cops. Not auspicious. ACAB.

Pretty house.

Obligatory shirtless dude.

Gross, dude, clean your sink.

He got dressed really fast. Multiple layers and shoes and everything.

Cop’s kid is a douche. People who come to my house when it’s not an emergency just because I didn’t answer my phone can get fucked, number one. Number two, he’s so fucking perky about it being half a body. Like, she’s not even a person to him. Which, I guess tracks since he’s a cop’s kid.

Wow, cop’s kid is like a super douche. He’s put the other kid down like three times in less than a minute. Why is red hoodie kid (real subtle with the imagery on that one) even friends with this guy? More importantly, why is he going along with all of this? Teenage boys are weird.

Lol, red hoodie guy asking the pertinent questions while douchebag’s like, huh, didn’t think of that. Why am I getting the impression that red hoodie guy is the brains behind this whole thing?

Oh, man, okay, severe asthmatic trying out for lacrosse does seem to be a pie in the sky dream, but cop’s kid was still a dick about it.

Also, as someone with both a severe asthmatic friend in high school, and someone who hangs around a lot with physically disabled people as an adult, cop’s kid is still being a dick. Fucker didn’t even slow down when his friend started wheezing, the absolute shitstain. Like, dude, that shit’s deadly.

Fucking hell, and then he starts running?! Oh boy, this kid is selfish with a severe lack of impulse control. I may actually hate him. Some of the worst kind of people to be around, tbh.

Red hoodie kid is the enabler who’s about to kill himself from an asthma attack. Not smart, red hoodie kid. You are better off without him.

Oof, second not smart move by Scott. Clearly the Sheriff has no control over his kid the punishment is going to amount to a lecture and do absolutely nothing to change his kid’s behavior (typical). Scott would have been better off getting a lecture and escort back to the car.

Now he’s soaking wet in the woods, where he doesn’t want to be, fresh off of an asthma attack, with no guarantee that cop’s kid will even wait for him the selfish fuck.

And now he’s lost his inhaler. Oh boy. 

And now he’s found a body. This just keeps going from bad to worse. Man, I really feel for him, as I too was the kid who got dragged into things and often had harsher consequences than the people who dragged me into them.

Shit, did he lose his phone too?

And there would be the wolf. And the bite. And red hoodie guy is the teen wolf, lol.

Okay, so Scott bikes to school. Which means his asthma might be more managed than I thought. Probably the attack the night before was due to the cold and the fear.

And we have another douchebag. Oh goodie.

Okay, but, like, nothing about cop’s kid trying to go back and find him? Nothing like an apology? Just, like, implying he’s either lying or stupid about the wolf and then getting weirdly excited about the dead body again?

THIS KID IS TERRIBLE SCOTT, WHY DO YOU HANG OUT WITH HIM?

As an aside, that’s a pretty comprehensive bandage. Like, do most parents stock large gauze pads and medical tape? I mean, my mom did, but she’s a nurse. I know for certain my dad didn’t.

So, like, quick question: is cop’s kid just borderline gross about all women?

Because on its own, his sort of but not quite catcall of Lydia is mostly fine. But…uh, they fucking linked Lydia to the dead woman’s body through the dialogue and the kid got super giddy about half the body and now all I can think of is that cop’s kid is into necrophilia and is imagining Lydia in the place of the random women. Like, wtf is going on here? Why are we characterizing this kid like this? Is he going to be a future villain because he’s giving me all sorts of bad vibes.

Did kids still pass physical notes in the 2010s? I feel like it all would have been texting by then. 

Lol. Kafka Metamorphosis. Oh boy.

So, Scott is going to see himself as monstrous and is going to struggle with his change and his humanity. Understandable.

But, like, Metamorphosis can easily be used as an allegory for the breadwinner of the family going through a catastrophic illness - either mental or physical - and becoming a burden to their family and eventually being cast aside.

It can also easily be read as someone who is treated as monstrous begins to believe that they are monstrous and thus becomes a monster.

I wonder if the show is actually going to explore either of these themes or was this just used as MTV shorthand.

Allison is very pretty and very tall. Also, new girl feels. I moved twelve times by the times I was twelve and hated it.

Scott, bro, you are not smooth. But you are cute, so you’re forgiven.

“Beautiful people herd together,” says cop’s kid to a gorgeous girl implying that she is not gorgeous. Why is he like this?

Douchebag Captain is still a douche. And Lydia’s 100% Cordelia Chase. Like, that conversation was so close to the initial conversation between Buffy and Cordelia it’s ridiculous.

Cop’s kid still being selfish, I see.

Also, interesting that Scott said he’s tired of sitting on the sidelines when it’s only two scenes after the Kafka thing. Because Gregor’s whole deal was being passive: things kept happening to him instead of him making things happen. If Scott is being the opposite of Gregor here, I wonder if instead of the being treated as a burden and cast aside this is going to go more with the original Teen Wolf story and he’s going to be the town hero somehow? Though with probably more of a Buffy vibe.

I know they’re showing that he can’t control it with him listening in on all of these conversations, but, like, I’m just imagining the first sense being smell and it’s hilarious.

The music choice is killing me right now.

Also, is lacrosse like hockey in that the ball needs to go across the goal line to count? Because, like, he took it in the face but it didn’t look like it crossed the line. Hockey goalies get hit in the face all the time and it’s totally normal.

Okay, cop’s kid got points back for cheering for Scott, but then immediately lost them because he instantly tried to ride his coattails. Ugh. This kid is terrible.

Captain douchecanoe doesn’t look at his Coach, just looks straight to his girlfriend. Like, bro, is her dick-game that good?

Ha! There is a smell thing. You’d think that would have kicked in when he was in the locker room.

Once again cop’s kid is being a dick.

If that is the right spot, I’m seriously impressed with Scott being able to find it again. There was a lot of fumbling and turning around in the dark and then falling down and getting chased. Like, I got lost because a house got painted once so the whole intersection looked different.

Lol, the music cue there is hilarious.

What a weird freakin dude. All aggressive and shit but then tosses over the inhaler. Mixed signals much?

“Only like a few years older” Uh, that man is clearly in his twenties. How old are these kids supposed to be? Are they seniors? I was thinking younger.

Of course cop’s kid recognizes random guy on sight from a violent crime from ten years ago. Yikes.

Okay, vet clinic letting a teenager close is a little weird. Maybe the vet’s on an emergency call? Also, maybe this is where Scott got his bandages the first time around.

Uh, like, is this the first time that day that Scott went back there? Why are the cats freaking out now?

I wonder how Allison got the dog in the car in the first place if it’s so aggressive.

Oooh, we have eye change.

Splint and painkiller seems reasonable, but, uh, usually they have an on call vet, and I feel like that might be an option.

Lol. The dog is judging you hard.

Aww, Scott making her feel better for her reaction. That’s sweet. It’s also interesting that he did it by feminizing himself instead of trying to convince her that her response was totally normal or that there was nothing wrong with being a girly girl. Not the usual take for a teenage boy.

“I hear this breed is very litigious.” That’s right, Scott says, I’m throwing out them big words because I got brains and brawn and compassion, pretty lady.

Oh my god, eyelash on the cheek too! How many tropes can we fit in this scene?

Scott is not your passive protagonist! Boy is shooting his shot!

BUT THE FULL MOON IS ON FRIDAY. Just in case you, like, missed it.

I dig the practical effect there.

No, but these music cues are still killing me. Also, how much was Scott shirtless in this episode? Like a good 50%, right?

The CGI wolf is bad.

I didn’t know lycanthropy came with sleepwalking. Well that’s terrifying.

Also, like, it’s interesting that the change is coming on slowly. It wasn’t immediate that night nor is it only going to happen during the full moon. It’s a bunch of little things and some are harder to deal with than others.

Honestly, that makes lycanthropy feel much more like an illness. A chronic illness that has weird symptoms and no one believes you? That sounds exactly like women and/or people of color trying to navigate healthcare.

“My mom does all the grocery shopping.” Oh. My. God. Baby boy, that was hilarious. He looked truly baffled, which does fit his character, but also his bff is a cop’s kid so like, I feel like he knows some drug lingo.

Scott flailing around trying to tell people the truth and nobody believes him.

Oh, yeah, clearly that boundaries lecture worked on cop’s kid.

Cop’s kid has ADHD, huh? That explains the impulsiveness without thinking things through, I guess. Doesn’t explain why he’s a dick though.

Like, here’s the thing. Cop’s kid isn’t wrong that people just can’t do that kind of thing overnight (and obviously isn’t wrong in this story). But, like, Scott’s been telling multiple people things like this for three days and literally everyone’s blown his concerns off. And now you’re coming to him with oh actually there is a wolf in California so now it must be werewolves and you expect him to believe you? Make it make sense.

Is this the first time we’ve heard cop kid’s name?

It’s funny that Stiles is like, this is totally true and factual information about werewolves that I looked up in this random book in my town’s library. Like, buddy. What? How would you know if any of it is actually true?

Stiles “the change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your plus.” Lol. The first physical werewolf change that we saw was Scott trying to calm a hurt dog down to help her. I mean, obviously it was the hearing thing first, but the show has made it seem like the hearing and smelling thing is an all the time deal whereas the eye color seemed like something different.

The almost punch was scary because it came out of nowhere. Scott has really been pretty even keeled this whole time. Also Scott apologized twice for the shove and the almost hit even though Stiles never did apologize for abandoning him in the woods. Still a dick.

Shirtless again.

All of these kids live in really nice houses. Which, like, is weird. Like, are we rural? Are we affluent suburb? What is the deal here?

Okay, creepy Derek who is clearly also a werewolf. Are you the biter in this scenario or just part of the pack?

Okay, what the fuck is Lydia’s deal? Like, do you just have no loyalty whatsoever? Every man and woman for themselves?

Was Stiles actually at the party totally chill or was that a hallucination of Scott’s? I can’t imagine the guy flailing earlier about werewolves and almost being punched just casually asking, “Yo, Scott, you good?”

Creepy Derek being creepier. Allison, girl, you better run.

Oh man, I feel so bad for Scott. This looks painful and terrifying.

Okay, Stiles gets points back again for going to check on Scott. But that does mean it was him at the party and not a hallucination, and that interaction still strikes me as weird.

Scott’s first thought being to have Stiles check on Allison even though he’s going through this painful, terrifying experience makes me feel things. 

Protection mode activated.

“She’s safe from you.”

Uh…bud? At the first sign of something wrong he left her and the only reason he’s out here is because you lured him with her jacket? Needlessly convoluted way of ‘helping’ does not instill confidence.

And then he attacks Scott. Great. A replay of the first night.

What. The. Fuck.

Did you luring him out there into a trap, asshole?

Ahh, lure him into a trap so that you can ‘save’ him. So you’re not just an asshole, but a manipulative asshole.

Is it really so bad, Scott? To be attacked and changed without your consent? To have no one ever believe you? To have people hunting you? To know that you can never be just a kid again?

The bite is a gift? A gift? Oh. Wow. Derek Hale, creepy stalker likes forcing things on people without their consent and then tells them that they should be grateful for it. Absolutely terrible garbage fire of a person (derogatory).

Okay, nope, I seriously hate this guy. Kick him in the balls, Scott.

Oh, hey, Stiles actually came back for Scott this time. Fine. That scene was kind of cute. And Stiles is clearly loyal. I guess he can stay, but he’s on thin ice.

Ugh, Scott who doesn’t want to lie, but won’t tell the truth is strangely endearing. Allison, I get you, girl.

Lol. Allison’s dad is the hunter, of course. 

So like, let’s think this through. Allison said her family moved around a lot, clearly tracking werewolf activity. So why Beacon Hills? The severed body being found and the wolf attack on Scott was literally the night before Allison showed up. So like, it had to be something else that pulled them there. I wonder what it was.

#teen wolf #episode reaction #1x01 #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #allison argent #derek hale

[robinreflects]

Okay, I NEED to hear your thoughts on a few issues I have with SPOP (I also mention TOH a bit towards the end but mainly trying to focus this ask on SPOP). Also, it's long as hell, so if you want to answer it in multiple parts that's totally fair.

I know the writing of the show just generally speaking isn't the best, however the one thing I thought was executed best was the villains of the show.

Shadow Weaver was a cruel maternal figure in Catra and Adora's lives, even so to Glimmer in Season 4 when she had felt isolated from her friends (her father too, in the past). With a grand sacrifice in the names of who she practically considered her daughters, she had atoned for her actions throughout the series, but regardless, she left serious impacts on the characters' mentalities. Whether she was forgiven by the characters was left vague, as if they weren't too sure how they felt themselves.  I really liked that aspect, as the experience of mixed feelings when an abusive parental and/or authority figure dies can be very impactful for viewers. She was someone lustful for power and control, but I do genuinely think she had a soft spot for Adora at the very least, which is why she had tried isolating her from the others in her squadron so often. I think it was in an effort to harden her resolve so her potential wouldn't be wasted, though of course, this was not done in a positive or healthy manner.

Hordak attempted to conquer Etheria in an effort to be recognized by Horde Prime. But then he meets Entrapta, who helped him with repairing his disability aid (that being the First Ones tech to keep his body stable, the very thing Hordak was shunned and abandoned for by Prime) and receiving validation for the "imperfection" he referred to his disability as ("Imperfection is beautiful! At least, to me."). That was the inciting moment where his motivation and goals shifted, but due to Catra's actions — her attacking Entrapta, then fabricating a lie that he had once again been abandoned, and later on being unapologetically ableist and apathetic by removing his aid, the aforementioned tech, and having him literally crawl on the floor in pain before her to address her power over him — he returned to prior goals until Double Trouble spilled the tea and sent him on a rampage after Catra. (And yes, I haven't forgotten the scene where he cuts off her oxygen, but she's not shown to be an asthmatic or having any respiratory issues, so that's shitty yes, but not ableist. And that was in either S1 or early S2, before he had really encountered Entrapta, so that's another thing to keep in mind.) Skip through the Horde Prime mess, and he ends the series being sent to Beast Island to clean up according to Stevenson, whereas characters like Catra (who quite literally fucked more shit up than him somehow with the portal, nearly destroying the world) get off scot-free because...She got the heaping dose of writer's favoritism, I guess. Also his atonement for his actions was stated as Word Of God by Stevenson on Twitter, not explicitly in the show, so it's completely fair to take it with a grain of salt and/or have it be up to viewers' interpretation.

I'll also put Entrapta and Scorpia here real quick, but I'll keep it brief cause this is already so long. I think Entrapta is by definition chaotic neutral, where she will go to lengths and extremes in the name of science and personal interest, but doesn't care about the war or which side she appears to be on. Yes, she absolutely appears to be on the side of the horde by the end of S1, but exclusively because they offer the most tech for her to work with (that and the other princesses never appeared to be fond of her…); she never seems to pay the war any mind. I thought Scorpia was a decent enough character, I could tell from the get-go she would be eventually redeemed and while I don't think she's perfect, her redemption was leagues better than the other arc I'm thinking of…

I decided to put Catra as her own bullet point cause WHEW there's a lot. Catra as a character was objectively best when she was a villain. And considering how she crossed the threshold of "in too deep," beyond the lengths even HORDAK was willing to go (again, literally almost ending the world out of nothing but pure spite and hatred for Adora """abandoning""" her), all because she couldn't abuse Adora and blame her for everything bad that happened to her anymore, it was strong antagonist characterization. One that the writers poorly chose to just throw out the window at the last second for some Starco-esque endgame for fanservice/the creator's favoritism that DID NOT feel deserved. Yeah, Starco. I said it.

While having a relationship between two lesbians (if memory serves me right, feel free to correct me if one of them's sapphic) is very important for representation in media, Catradora had to have been one of the worst examples of good lesbian/WLW representation I've seen to date. It's toxic, it's abusive, and Adora's got some serious Stockholm syndrome with Catra being her abuser. It is genuinely unsettling how many people act like it's healthy and normal or will excuse it because "Catra has [Insert disorder/disability here] so the abusive behavior is justified" when explanations for behaviors =/= valid excuses. Adora for sure had PTSD but she never acted as irrational and cruel despite her upbringing.

And also, that is extremely ableist shit to say, too. Just because someone has a mental disorder or disability of some kind doesn't excuse them to just be a disgustingly horrible person to the people they claim they care about. If Catra REALLY loved and cared for Adora, we would've seen an effort on her end to change the shitty fucking behaviors she exhibited. But when Adora goes through hell and back to save her sorry ass, she goes right back to the abusive, manipulative, bitchy person she's always been. Hell, her "adorable confession scene" IS JUST HER MANIPULATING ADORA BY SAYING ADORA HAD CONSTANTLY ABANDONED HER WHEN SHE NEVER DID THAT. ONCE. Hearing the "just this once, stay" part at the end sounds like it came from an abusive ex begging Adora to get back together, not a heartfelt romantic gesture from a soon-to-be lover.

Not to mention the odd implications of Shadow Weaver being akin to a mother figure to BOTH of them (didn't she call them her children???) throughout their lives, as well as Kyle believing they, Lonnie and Rogelio to be his siblings, family, before Lonnie yells at him…Like, the fact even ONE of the squadron members saw the others as siblings ALONGSIDE S.W.'s maternal shtick, it's a huge weird ass red flag. I'm not gonna claim it's incest because I don't believe that was the intention by the writers, but they also heavily imply such with the aforementioned information the show provides...They should've just had Catra and Adora be friends from separate squadrons if they didn't wanna make it feel so icky (as if the abusive shit doesn't make the relationship gross enough). Lonnie yelling at Kyle saying "we were never a family" or whatever feels like the writers speaking through the character to justify Catradora being canon, especially with how the characters act around each other in S1 and in flashbacks. I have siblings, that's shit siblings do. Don't even get me started with Kyle and Rogelio dating in the end, either...Idc what ANYONE says, he literally stated explicitly that he viewed Rogelio as a brother for most of their lives, that makes me ill. I have gripes with both Steven Universe and The Owl House as well, don't get me wrong, but I feel Garnet/Rupphire and Lumity were both objectively better written lesbian/sapphic pairings (my personal favorite of the two being Garnet), as well as the positive and healthy representation lesbians and sapphics heavily deserve. The SPOP writers completely dropped the ball with the enemies-to-lovers bit, like, horribly. Catra post-S4 is just a horribly written """redeemed""" character who should've stayed bad to the bitter end ala S.W.

I feel like both SPOP and TOH's writing integrity is severely diminished when it comes to the Tumblr-humor thing you had mentioned in a previous post. I think if not for Eda, I genuinely wouldn't have continued TOH past the first couple of episodes because of it, and it only got worse over time, especially in the last couple of S3 episodes. Which one was worse, or if both were the same as far as the humor goes, I wanna know your thoughts. I haven't seen SPOP all the way through since about a year ago, but I feel like it wasn't as bad as TOH — at the very least, to my memory of the show, SPOP knew not to crack dumbass one liners in the midst of a genuinely serious moment.

I'll put this here as well, but if you can think of anything else to discuss PLEASE do so, I want to hear all the tea.

Oh my god Hi! So sorry for the late response!

I'll separate this into bullet points so it's easier to navigate

She-Ra's writing

Shadow Weaver

Hordak (+ Entrapta and Scorpia)

Catra(dora)

She-Ra and Representation (Double Trouble)

Ok so let’s get this out of the way first: I am not a fan of She-Ra, even on my first watch I heavily disliked it. I was one of the people that watched it in its original run, I tuned in right after season 2 was released, circa a week or so later. And even THEN, in 2019, as a wee little 15-year-old, who has JUST realized that I wanted to pursue writing as a career, I noticed just how inconsistent the writing is.

So, She-Ra’s writing, just overall writing, is something I’ve always had an issue with. A lot of the characters felt inconsistent. Frosta is the first example that comes to mind. She is a child, however, in season 1 she is presented as a mature, strict, amazing leader of an entire kingdom, however, later on, she’s just dumbed down to a “haha annoying child” for attempts at some incorrect-quote-esque dynamic and dialogue. You've mentioned it too with The Owl House and She-ra has the exact same problem, however, I'd say on a much more jarring and apparent level. With the Owl House, as annoying and out of pocket as these incorrect-quote-esque jokes are, they're still kids, they're children and I'd say The Owl House has a much more slice of life/comedy approach to its writing than what She-Ra intended to have. As I've said, with She-Ra it's more jarring, since it's more of a fantasy/adventure/action/drama type of show, at least that's what it was going for, the jokes stand out a lot more, and feel as though they're just haphazardly thrown in there for the sake of fan service. Which, in turn, makes the characters feel as though they lack dimension. Adora is my prime example of this, there have been so many instances where, for the sake of fan service, she has been dumbed down to the very popular "stupid strong golden retriever" type of character in a sapphic dynamic.

A character that stood out to me as one of the better-written ones is Shadow Weaver. Her dark and brooding nature was always interesting to me, not to mention Lorraine Toussaint did a fantastic job. Something I admire about her character writing is that they never made her abuse over the top, they never made her too loud or too abusive to the point you can point a finger and say "Well that's just a stereotypical abuser in media!", which, again, I really appreciate about the show. I won't say they made her realistic, but out of all the characters, I'd say she came closest to being such.

Hordak I didn't and still don't have much opinion on, his overall villain characterization and motivation are pretty standard, especially for, what's marketing itself as, a kid's cartoon. What did stand out to me, however, was his covert disability. Now what do I mean by covert? It's pretty clear he's disabled. Covert in terms of symbolism, I have not been able to find what actual disability his disability is supposed to represent, I've seen people interpret it as diabetes, I've seen people interpret it as an autoimmune disease, while I myself have interpreted it as a heart transplant/ heart disease and his disability aid as a pacemaker. As my grandfather was one of the first and longest-living people with a heart transplant + pacemaker in Croatia, I've seen many side effects of it and it aligns quite well with Hordak's disability. Though it didn't feel like blatant sympathy points (unlike some other character that I will talk about later), it gave him more characterization outside of being "a big bad villain guy". His and Entrapta's story is one that I found quite endearing and it felt like it flowed naturally, no pushing them together, no forcing it, it felt genuine and nicely paced. Scorpia is also a very sweet character, nothing much to say about her except I really enjoyed it whenever she was on screen. Her character design is one of my favorite's in the show and don't even get me started on Lauren Ash because she did a FANTASTIC job!

Catra though is an entirely different story. I never liked her. On any level. Her as a villain also didn't sit right with me, she never felt like a true villain and in the end never felt like a true "hero" or good guy, hell I can't even label her as an anti-hero. I can just label her as... Catra; a weak attempt to write a morally gray antagonist. Or rather, a lot of cliche dialogues and plot points jumbled into one of the antagonists. I think her weak characterization ties in with the fanfiction-esque style of writing I talked about earlier. I also can't sympathize with her character at all, not for a lack of trying or my prejudice, but because the writer's favoritism and the writer's sympathy are ALWAYS pushed onto Catra so much. The consequences of her actions are practically non-existent and when they are, they are framed as though it's the other character's fault (ie. Catra being alone after Adora left.).

What I mean by that is, most of the bad things that happen to Catra, do not happen to her because of something she did, but rather her circumstances, she just keeps doing bad things and gets away with it. There are no consequences for anything that she does. This might be a stupid analogy, but let's say I slap one of my friends and they do not react, however, when I get home my mother slaps me. These are two separate occurrences that, while they do evoke empathy for me (or rather the lyrical I in this hypothetical) since I am being abused, have nothing to do with each other in terms of consequence for what I have done to my friend. Now, if I slap my friend and they either slap me back or perhaps yell at me for doing so, that is a consequence of the action I have done. We rarely see the latter with Catra, in most of the abuse scenes, most of her breakdowns, and most of the scenes that are framed in a way that we as the viewer as supposed to feel bad for Catra in, are just sympathy points. They are FRAMED (writing, voice acting, editing, pacing of the scene) so we feel bad for her and almost as to excuse everything she has done as some kind of defense mechanism almost. This is getting a bit long and I still have 2 points I want to talk about, so I will stop the Catra portion here. Feel free to ask for other specifics or a better explanation if you want!

And now we go onto, Catradora. From my previous section, you might have guessed I am not a fan of the relationship. As much as I'd love to go into detail about how abusive Catra is throughout all of the seasons, their relationship was written as a friends-to-enemies-to-lovers romance, so I'll disregard the portion of the time they were enemies in. Nevertheless, even if you do cut out that portion of their relationship, they are still quite a toxic and abusive couple. When they were growing up, Catra didn't let Adora hang out with the other kids, going as far as scratching her across the face when Adora suggested Catra, Adora, and Lonnie all be friends. Throwing her, jumping on her stomach with the intent of hurting her. Not to mention the manipulative nature of the love confession. And this is something I haven't seen people talk about, but... Adora does not and cannot make Catra feel safe and loved. And that, I believe, is one of the core problems of their relationship we see this, especially in the last season. No matter what Adora does or says, Catra simply does not believe her. I am sorry to cut this short here, with such a strong and in many ways controversial statement, but, as I said, always shoot me an ask for a more in-depth explanation!

The last portion I want to talk about is Double Trouble...and the fact that they're the only non-binary character within the show. I won't talk about their role in the story, an LGBTQ character can be evil or neutral, they don't always have to be good, as long as their villainous behavior is not a damaging stereotype for the community (such as a lesbian character praying on another woman) or their behavior isn't romanticized (ie. Catra). Double Trouble is I believe one of the more damaging representations of the show. They are a non-binary, shape-shifting lizard who imitates anyone they want to gain and manipulate and sees it as performance... Which is one of the MOST COMMON THINGS I've seen non-binary people being labelled as. As well as the only non-binary character within the show not being human, when most, if not all, other characters are human or human-adjacent. When I say Double Trouble is not only a bad but harmful representation of the non-binary community, I really mean it.

Thank you so much for the ask, I hope I was able to articulate my points well! And sorry for this post being incredibly long!

#robin reflects asks #robin reflects on shera #spop critical #spop criticism #anti catra #anti catradora #hordak #shadow weaver #doube trouble critical

[princeescaluswords]

How different do you think everything would be if Scott McCall was a born werewolf?

The most important change to show would be a lesser emphasis on horror and a greater emphasis on adventure. What many people in the fandom fail to remember is that most of the suspense in Teen Wolf arises from the unknown. Who is the Alpha? Who is the Kanima? Who is the Darach? Who is possessed by the Nogitsune? Who is the Benefactor? What do the Doctors want? Etc. This is enhanced by the fact that the lead protagonist Scott and his allies often struggle with gaining access to the information they need. If Scott McCall was already part of the supernatural community, he would have an easier time getting the information that he needs. Thus, the focus would shift from mystery solving to preparing for confrontations.

Personally, I wouldn't want this because what attracts me to the story is the survivor narrative. Scott was victimized repeatedly by the powerful, and yet he didn't submit to their greater knowledge, greater power, or greater ruthlessness. He persevered in spite of a lack of experience in the supernatural world. While he certainly could have continued to be a heroic as a born werewolf standing against unscrupulous villains like the Hales and the Argents, it wouldn't stand out as much for me.

But he could absolutely still be the hero -- and this is a wonderful thing about the show -- because Scott's virtue and qualities as lead protagonist did not come from his status as a werewolf. We see in Wolf Moon (1x01) all the things that set him apart from other werewolves exist before he knows what is truly happening. His determination to make First Line as a severe asthmatic; his hard work; his willingness to help and his kindness in his treatment of Allison; his acceptance of the differences in others from the way he treats Stiles; his bravery in rushing out into the woods in the middle of the night because he thinks Derek is threatening Allison. This is what sets him apart, not the fact that he's the Best Werewolf to Ever Werewolf.

On the other hand, if Scott was a born werewolf, other characters would find their roles drastically changed.

A lot would depend on whether Scott had an alpha and who it would be? Melissa and Rafael would already be in the know -- one of them, at least, would have to be a werewolf if not for biological reasons than for narrative reasons. Would Scott be an omega? If so, why? (The show never says that omegas are inherently unstable; the homeless omega was unstable, yet no one worried about Peter being without a pack. On the other hand, he was definitely twisted.) If Scott was a beta, one tantalizing possibility would be Rafael as the alpha. Or perhaps Satomi could be Scott's alpha and we could see her preparing him to hand off the mantle to him as the leader of the next generation. Deaton's mentorship would be more deliberate, but no less valuable.

Either way, though, other characters would find their role in the story changed dramatically. Stiles's role might suffer a little bit, as there would be pressure on Scott to exclude him from the potential troubles brought about by the renewal of hostilities between the Hales and the Argents. Though Scott in this scenario would have resources to assist him, I am very confident he would try to involve Stiles, if he hadn't already shared his secret with him. Their friendship would remain, because it was important to Scott.

The dynamic between Allison and Scott wouldn't have to change at all. Allison wasn't attracted to Scott because of the werewolf abilities he couldn't hide, and Scott never showed any inclination to judge Allison by her last name. Their relationship would probably still happen in much the same way.

Jackson's life would change dramatically. He wouldn't be consumed by jealousy for Scott. In fact, they would probably be friends. I see a born-werewolf Scott acting in a very Danny-like manner: friends with Jackson yet willing to call him on his bullshit. The kanima situation would happen differently -- perhaps Peter trying to force the Bite on him, the way he did on Scott and Lydia.

Poor Lydia -- since Peter bit her for her ability to bring him back from the dead, her story would have to remain horrific.

The people who would by necessity have less of a good time would be the Hales. Scott would have realized what a hemicorporectomy was earlier and the ramifications of its use, as I'm sure that Satomi or whoever his alpha was would have told him the family. That night in the woods, Scott would have steered Stiles away from the Sheriff and the deputies and got him out of there when he realized what was going on. Melissa would have sensed a threat to her son, probably recognized Laura Hale and immediately checked on Peter, which would have complicated Peter's plan immensely. Derek couldn't have used Scott's need to learn control as a tool against him. On the other hand, Scott as an omega would have treated Derek as an equal, and not a mysterious violent stranger, and as a beta would have taken him to Satomi or Melissa or even his father.

Peter's schemes would have had to change, his identity would be discovered earlier, and the narrative would shift from figuring out who he was so they could stop him to how to stop him without attracting too much attention. The conflict would be more about justice and ethics and less about horror and survival.

#scott mccall #teen wolf meta #born wolf scott mccall

[pettyprocrastination]

idea ive been chatting with @madhyanas over lately: A super villain who wears a gas mask for hiding his identity as well as engaging in chemical warfare but the main reason is because hes secretly asthmatic

#tj talks #his inhaler is in his utility belt #anytime he has to fight against somebody with super speed he's like 'man FUCK this guy'

[angelinehadadream]

Hands of Fate

a redheaded psychic

with a belly rounded with wisdom

held my shoulder as I shook with misplaced memories

I asked about life and love

I spoke from somewhere deep inside me

an asthmatic, schitzo cub

crawling scraping gnawing

through my ribcage

hear me

she pleads,

hear me! she screams.

save me, pull me out of myself

Breathe, baby-

he reminded me.

why do I love the darkness? why do I invite the heartache

telling myself its another surrogate

for a demon I can't name

to rearrange the pieces on the playing board

a new villain to blame

with dimples and golden skin

he said protect your peace

repeat after me - you have everything you need

a pretty face to fill an empty space

I see you dancing

I see your cup overflowing with admiration

from those you admire back

I see you holding small hands, guiding them out of their own tunnels.

a storied body, learning as you yearn.

you were made of love, don't close your eyes to the Sun.

She burns for our life,

say thank you and mean it.

For every blessing, every fairytale you wrote and discarded

you are not tragic, not a walking cliche

you are something closer to God every day

regress until you find the leak

the wound, so to speak

hold the baby, patch the pipe, console the beast

you are becoming everything you are meant to be

Breathe.

#prose #angelinehadadream #poetry #kao

[6ahaha1amjustaperson9]

The two Gurē cousins,totally different from each other as their parents were. Villains and Heroes. But they still care for each other even if one of them doesn't show it directly.

—————————————————————————

Name:Misato Jackie Gurē

Age:18½ years old

B-day:April 13th

Height:1,80 cm

Zodiac sign: Aries ♈

Hero name: Asthmatic pulse

Quirk:Atlantic pygmy (Only her cousin knows about it.)

Occupation: Yuei 3rd year student

Description: As you can see,tentacles come out of her back and have pierced her skin.She can use them normally as if they were part of her own body,thanks to them she's very strong.

Drawback: When using tentacles she mustn't overdo it,her back will starts to ache and if she doesn't rest....she could literally break her back

—————————————————————————

Name:Marys Gurē

Age:17

B-day:May 22nd

Height 1,70 cm

Zodiac sign: Gemini ♊

Hero name: White blossom

Quirk:White Flower

Occupation:Yuei 2nd year student

Quirk description: Drinking the white liquid she lets out of her eye it can heal any wound except if the living being is about to die and has highly serious injuries

Drawback: After a certain number of medicated beings, some white flowers will start growing on her body, if the roots of the flowers go to vital organs,she dies

#mha oc #my art style #digital art #mha #jackie misato gurē #marys gurē #lesleyartleo

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

We'll meet again (Don't know where, don't know when)

by MarzxDemonz

"We'll meet again..."

A switch was flipped,

"Don't know where"

An explosion was heard,

"Don't know when~"

A sword was drawn,

"But I know we'll meet again"

Blood splattered on the ground,

"Some sunny day..."

--------------------------- Story and chapter titles are from "We'll meet again" By vera Lynn

Words: 1230, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Marz writes DiscDuo!

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo

Relationships: Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Dreamon Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Dreamon TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Asthmatic TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Villain TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Bittersweet Ending

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38827788

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt

[aroace-cat-lady]

Mom stop smoking in front of your asthmatic kid challenge (and villainize me when I call you out about it) challenge

[moonflower1605]

Chapter - 16(Part-1)

(Percy's POV)

The stateroom was beautiful, & horrible.

The beautiful part: Huge windows curved along the back wall, looking out over the stern of the ship. Green sea & blue sky stretched all the way to the horizon. A Persian rug covered the floor. Two plush sofas occupied the middle of the room, with a canopied bed in one corner & a mahogany dining table in the other. The table was loaded with food-pizza boxes, bottles of soda, & a stack of roast beef sandwiches on a silver platter.

The horrible part: On a velvet dais at the back of the room lay a ten-foot-long golden casket. A sarcophagus, engraved with Ancient Greek scenes of cities in flames & heroes dying grisly deaths. Despite the sunlight streaming through the windows, the casket made the whole room feel cold.

“Well,” Luke said, spreading his arms proudly. “A little nicer than Cabin Eleven, huh?”

He’d changed since the last summer. Instead of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt, he wore a button-down shirt, khaki pants, & leather loafers. His sandy hair, which used to be so unruly, was now clipped short. He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.

He still had the scar under his eye-a jagged white line from his battle with a dragon. And propped against the sofa was his magical sword, Backbiter, glinting strangely with its half-steel, half-Celestial bronze blade that could kill both mortals & monsters.

“Sit,” he told us. He waved his hand & four dining chairs scooted themselves into the center of the room.

None of us sat.

Luke’s large friends were still pointing their javelins at us. They looked like twins, but weren’t human. They stood about eight feet tall, for one thing, & wore only blue jeans, probably because their enormous chests were already shag-carpeted with thick brown fur. They had claws for fingernails, feet like paws. Their noses were snoutlike, & their teeth were all pointed canines.

“Where are my manners?” Luke said smoothly. “These are my assistants, Agrius & Oreius. Perhaps you’ve heard of them.”

I said nothing. Despite the javelins pointed at me, it wasn’t the twins who scared me.

I’d imagined meeting Luke again many times since he’d tried to kill me last summer. I’d pictured myself boldly standing up to him, challenging him to a duel. But now that we were face-to-face, I could barely stop my hands from shaking.

“You know Agrius & Oreius’s story?” Luke asked. “Their mother...well, it’s sad, really. Aphrodite ordered the young woman to fall in love. She refused & ran to Artemis for help. Artemis let her become one of her maiden huntresses, but Aphrodite got her revenge. She bewitched the young woman to fall in love with a bear.

When Artemis found out, she abandoned the girl. Typical of the gods, wouldn’t you say? They fight with one another & the poor humans get caught in the middle. The girl’s twin sons here, Agrius & Oreius, have no love for Olympus. They like half-bloods well enough, though...”

“For lunch,” Agrius growled. His gruff voice was the one I’d heard talking to Luke earlier.

“Hehe! Hehe!” His brother Oreius laughed, licking his furlined lips. He kept laughing like he was having an asthmatic fit until Luke and Agrius both stared at him.

“Shut up, you idiot!” Agrius growled. “Go punish yourself!”

Oreius whimpered. He trudged over to the corner of the room, slumped onto a stool, & banged his forehead against the dining table, making the silver plates rattle.

Luke acted like this was perfectly normal behavior. He made himself comfortable on the sofa & propped his feet on the coffee table. “Well, Percy, we let you survive another year. I hope you appreciated it. How’s your mom? How’s school?”

“You poisoned Thalia’s tree.” I snapped.

Luke sighed. “Right to the point, eh? Okay, sure I poisoned the tree. So what?”

“How could you?” Nora sounded so angry I thought she’d explode. Sparks flew off her & her eyes began to glow “Thalia saved your life! How could you dishonor her-“

“I didn’t dishonor her!” Luke snapped. “The gods dishonored her, Nora! If Thalia were alive, she’d be on my side.”

“Liar!” Nora yelled at him.

“If you knew what was coming, you’d understand-“

“I understand you want to destroy the camp!” Annabeth yelled. “You’re a monster!”

Luke shook his head. “The gods have blinded you. Can’t you imagine a world without them, Annabeth? What good is the ancient history you study? Three thousand years of baggage! The West is rotten to the core. It has to be destroyed. Join me! We can start a new world. We could use your intelligence, Annabeth. And your strength too Nora.”

“Because you have none of your own!”

His eyes narrowed. “I know you, Annabeth. You deserve better than tagging along on some hopeless quest to save the camp. Half-Blood Hill will be overrun by monsters within the month. The heroes who survive will have no choice but to join us or be hunted to extinction. You really want to be on a losing team...with company like this?” Luke pointed at Tyson.

“Hey!” I said.

“Traveling with a Cyclops,” Luke chided. “Talk about dishonoring Thalia’s memory! I’m surprised, Annabeth. You of all people-“

“Shut up Luke!” Nora shouted.

I didn’t know what Luke was talking about, but Annabeth buried her head in her hands like she was about to cry.

“Leave them alone,” I said. “And leave Tyson out this.”

Luke laughed. “Oh, yeah, I heard. Your father claimed him.”

I must have looked surprised, because Luke smiled. “Yes, Percy, I know all about it. And about your plan to find the Fleece. What were those coordinates, again...30, 31, 75, 12? You see, I still have friends at camp who keep me posted.”

“Spies, you mean.”

He shrugged. “How many insults from your father can you stand, Percy? You think he’s grateful? You think Poseidon cares for you more than he cares for this monster?”

Tyson clenched his fists & made a rumbling sound down in his throat.

Luke just chuckled. “The gods are so using you, Percy. Do you have any idea what’s in store for you if you reach your sixteenth birthday? Has Chiron even told you the prophecy?”

I wanted to get in Luke’s face and tell him off, but as usual, he knew just how to throw me off balance. Sixteenth birthday?

I mean, I knew Chiron received a prophecy from the Oracle many years ago. I knew part of it was about me. But, if I reached my sixteenth birthday? I didn’t like the sound of that.

“I know what I need to know,” I managed. “Like, who my enemies are.”

“Then you’re a fool.”

Tyson smashed the nearest dining chair to splinters. “Percy is not a fool!”

Before I could stop him, he charged Luke. His fists came towards Luke’s head-a double overhead blow that would’ve knocked a hole in titanium- but the bear twins intercepted. They each caught one of Tyson’s arms & stopped him cold. They pushed him back & Tyson stumbled. He fell to the carpet so hard the deck shook.

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Take care my lovely readers.❤️

Alice signing off.

XOXO.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x oc #x oc #sea of monsters

[amethystpath-writes]

For Emergencies

Hero stood tall, fists wrapped as he and Villain parried with one another, preparing for the day when Supervillain would show up.

Besides wrapped fists, Hero also sported a fanny pack, which Villain liked to judge every time Hero wore it. ‘It’s for emergencies.’

‘Yeah?’ Villain would quirk a brow. ‘Let me guess; you have lip balm in there.’

‘Amongst other things, yes.’

No matter what else Hero carried, he kept the fanny pack with him during training days- which, at this rate, was every day. Neither he, nor Villain, knew when Supervillain would make her appearance.

But, it was obvious Villain was overexerting himself. The way his shoulders were slouching, his head was ducking, fists were loosening- it all revealed how close Villain was to a catastrophic collapse. Villain was going to destroy himself.

“Why don’t we pick this up another day?” Hero asked, dodging a lazy punch.

Villain’s head swam  and he had to steady himself before responding. “No,” he said with a wheeze. “No way. I- I’m fine.” Supervillain was on her way, and wasn’t it possible that she showed up tonight? Villain needed to be prepared.

“Will you at least”- Hero dodged again, taking note of how Villain had begun coughing- “take a puff of your inhaler?”

“Technically, I need- need two puffs of it, but it’s only for emer...emergencies.” Damn it, why’d I even say that? He broke out into a coughing fit, but cleared his throat and threw another punch at Hero, who clutched the fist with ease.

“You don’t think this is an emergency? You’re about to pass out.”

“No.” He was becoming more and more breathless with each moment of training. “I said- told you I was”- Villain’s head lolled to the side- “fine. I’m fine. Keep going.” His head returned to its regular position.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Villain. It’s fine if you can’t-”

“I’m fine!” But as Villain said it, he doubled over, hands on his knees, his weight gathering at his front as he was leaned forward. He fell into Hero’s chest. “Just- just give me a moment. I’m fine. Just two seconds- two...” Villain blinked, one time after another, after another.

He’s going pale, Hero noticed, and also took in the red on Villain’s cheeks. He was overheating, as well, but he wasn’t going to say that, of course. Villain was just going to keep training, keep training until he couldn’t handle it any longer. He needed to stop pushing his body to such a great extreme.

“Okay. Okay, get your hands off me.” Villain pushed against Hero’s chest, elbows nearly buckling against his own weight. Still, he pushed with a strong wheeze. By some miracle, he was able to push himself onto barely capable feet. From Hero’s perspective, Villain looked like he was about to fold like a collapsible box.

“Pushing your body to this limit is dangerous, Villain. You’re going to-”

“I don’t have”- he swallowed then cleared his throat- “a limit. I’m a- I’m...look, I can do this. You’re treating me like a child. Just train- train with me, alright?”

“You do have a limit,” Hero reasoned, a bit aggravated now at Villain’s stubbornness. “Everyone has a limit, even me.”

Villain threw his arms up in a bout of aggravation of his own. “Then you know that no one meets their limit this quickly!” Deep breath. “I’m. Fine,” he stressed.

Before Hero could try reasoning with him any further, Villain kicked, foot never meeting Hero’s side- like he no doubt intended- but instead went flying into the air as his other foot left the ground. Villain’s back hit the ground with a hard thump, but this didn’t stop him for a minute before he tried sitting up.

Focusing so hard on trying to stand and maintain a consistent breathing pattern, Villain didn’t see Hero reach into the dorky fanny pack on his side. He didn’t see Hero pull out and uncap a syringe. And he didn’t see the way Hero slowly maneuvered himself around Villain’s backside, sticking him in the neck in order to lay Villain down.

“It was going to happen anyways,” Hero said, more to themselves than to the slowly fading villain. “Better it be by my hand than your own body shutting down because you’re too goddamn stubborn to stop pushing yourself for five minutes.”

If Villain had the proper amount of consciousness, he might have cursed. Might have called Hero by Supervillain’s name as a harsh insult. He might have kept arguing, telling himself- not Hero- that he was strong enough to keep pushing. That he had enough oxygen and didn’t need two puffs from a pesky tube full of medicalized air in order to breathe right.

He would tell himself that asthma was just a scheme created by doctors in order to take advantage of people’s minds, making them think they needed to spend more money than what was ever necessary.

But Villain couldn’t say this, or even think it, for the sedatives were already kicking in, and his world had already blinked out of existence.

#NOT A PROMPT #request fill #asthmatic villain #villain whumpee #hero whumper #ish #at least from Villain's POV you know #syringe tw #needle tw #both are mentions- not graphic #asthma #that word is dumb and it irritates me #and not just because I possess the disorder #as th ma #what is that #someone please explain how that word came to be #nothing to see here- just me getting angry at English #heroes and villains #hero and villain snippet #hero and villain drabble #hero and villain story #hero x villain #? #can that apply towards friendships too? or is it purely like...in a nonplatonic relationship? #anyways #that's all I've got :p

[morallygreyprompts]

Submission #1 Write Up

Wow, okay, so I got whiplash from the stress at school today so I was taking my time. (Imagine being told 2 hours before your open book exam, which you’ve been learning about for the last 4 months, that any notes you have with handwriting on can’t go into the exam with you and having to use those two hours to print off as much internet material as possible and forget to eat your dinner- and you’ll get the gist).

Submission #1

Villain hadn’t been expecting Hero to figure out where their base was. They also hadn’t expected to suddenly be grabbed in the middle of the night when they were sleeping. They woke up in a blind panic, their breath catching in their throat. Villain battered Hero’s arm away from their throat and barely managed to push them back in time to get out of bed.

“This could have been very awkward if I’d decided I was too warm tonight,” Villain remarked. “H.How the hell did you get in here?”

Hero tried again to grab them, to arrest them before Villain was able to call for any reinforcements; Villain would have loved to call in reinforcements, except there was none. They were going to have to fight, and fighting wasn’t their finest area of expertise.

Villain slipped to the side to avoid a punch, and they grabbed their lamp from the bedside table and threw it at Hero. It hit them in the chest but didn’t do much. Hero locked them into hand to hand combat and Villain struggled to keep up. They were able to avoid most of the strikes, but Villain could feel their chest starting to tighten, to burn. They needed to wrap this up quickly and get their inhaler before this got any worse. Damn it, where had they put it?!

“Shit,” they panted. They realised it was in the other room. Their hand clutched onto their chest. It felt like it was starting to cave in. They coughed and wheezed. They knew they were running out of time.

Villain tried to push past them before they ran out of time. Hero managed to land a front kick into Villain’s ribs, and it was powerful enough to send them sprawling to the ground. They were sure they felt something snap as if their chest wasn’t enough pain as it was. They struggled to gasp for air. No matter how big of a gulp they took, it just wasn’t getting enough air into their lungs. It just burned, like they were breathing in lava. They kept coughing, and they just couldn’t stop, no matter how much it killed their diaphragm. They just wanted to curl up, to not have to move their lungs with every wave of flaring pain it sent.

They tried crawling as their vision blurred. Hero kicked them in the shoulder, more to push them onto their back then actually hurt them.

“That unfit?” Hero asked, but they furrowed their brow. Even Hero could see this was more than being out of breath. Villain was shaky as they painstakingly managed to sit up. They coughed and spluttered until they brought up bile.

They barely noticed Hero had a hand on their shoulder, pressing them against the wall. “Are you asthmatic? D. Do you have an inhaler?” Hero asked.

Villain was only able to point into the other room, wrapping their other arm around their torso. They could feel the spit on their jaw but it didn’t matter right now. They needed to breathe. The pain was too much.

Hero left, and Villain was left struggling and wheezing. They needed their inhaler, but it took them a minute to realise Hero had pressed it into their hands and guided their hands up to their face. “Deep breaths. Try and relax, okay, deep breaths will help.” Villain tried, but they were really struggling. They took a breath of their inhaler and tried again to talk slow breaths. They kept going, with Hero prompting them when long enough had passed to use their inhaler again.

Slowly, very slowly, it was getting better. Villain could feel tears brimming in their eyes from the pain. “I’m sorry,” Hero said gently. “I… I didn’t know.”

“‘S fine...” Villain let their head fall back against the wall.

“I’m going to call an ambulance,” Hero decided. They got up to find one of Villain’s phones. “Stay here… just go down quietly this time.”

Villain was in so much pain that right now being under arrest really meant nothing to them. They just had to wait for help to come. They were still coughing, and with Hero not there to steady up, they ended up curling up. They were shaking badly, and their back was in agony, but the one pain that wouldn’t die down was the pain in their rib where Hero had kicked them.

When Hero returned with a mobile phone to their ear, Villain was feeling small and so fragile. Hero crouched in front of them. “It’s helped but they’re still in a bad way. [Villain], sit up, come on. Easy.”

Villain groaned as Hero helped them back up. They grabbed onto Hero’s hand and couldn’t bring themselves to let go. They didn’t care how they looked. Hero didn’t move away. They nodded to them as they kept talking on the phone and squeezed their hand. “Not long now. Hold on.”

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