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punksdoll · 3 months

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Rhea x reader: reader is so scared of fireworks and firecrackers and Rhea helps her through the night?

~~~𝑰’𝒎 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆~~~

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𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒂’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚🧘🏻‍♀️𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒏, 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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It started when she was a child.

She was at a family gathering on the fourth of July, where fireworks were very popular for. She’d be front row for when the adults in her life would go on and light up the fireworks and firecrackers.

It was on this particular Fourth of July that had started it. Starting off usual with the kids getting situated up at the front, a good feet away from the fireworks and the adults setting those fireworks up. An adult supervising the children and making sure none of them got to close.

“Ready?” Y/f/n says to everyone as he holds up a lighter.

All the children and her had shouted out and watched as her father lit up the fireworks. Oo’s and Ah’s were all said in unison as they watched the fireworks pop up in the sky.

But of course…of course there was one that just had to malfunction wrongly.

“This one ain’t lighting up…y/n go get your tio.”

Young y/n stood up and went to turn around to get her uncle only to pause and turn away quickly when she heard a shout from her father. She watches as he throws himself to the ground and shouts in agony as the firework starts going crazy around the ground.

“Ay y/f/n!” She heard her mother scream as she rushes over to where her father would soon have a scar that represents her fear

Not in present day, her fear never outgrew. She steered clear away from fireworks and if they were doing them, headphones were her best friend.

Unfortunately for her, her headphones are no longer her best friend.

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Rhea walks into her shared home with Luna after the walk. The minute Rhea had started hearing the fireworks, she had rushed all the way home knowing the fear Y/n had of them.

“Y/n love?” Rhea calls as she takes Luna off her leash before rushing upstairs to look for her girlfriend.

Y/n lets out a small whimper as she visibly jumps from the sound of the firework sounding off outside. She gripped the blanket closer towards her and tried to push herself more into herself.

“Y/n?”

Y/n eyes snap open when she hears her name get called. She jumps up from the bed and rushes over to Rhea who already has her arms open for her to run into.

Rhea wraps her arms around her and grips her close, feeling her visibly shake against her.

“Dem…” Y/n says shakily as she pushes her face as much as she can into Rhea’s chest.

“I know I know…” Rhea hums as she lifts Y/n up, instinctively making her wrap her legs around Rhea. “I’m here, it’s ok.”

Y/n shoves her face in her neck, feeling Rhea walk around the room doing god knows what. She refused to pull her head away. Afraid about what will come when she does.

“Want to watch a movie together?” Rhea hums, “with headphones?”

“H…how will that work?” Y/n voice is muffled as Rhea grabs her headphones and her laptop, setting it down on the bed.

“It just will,” Rhea slowly sets y/n down on the bed and quickly puts the headphones on her. “What would you like to watch?”

Y/n keeps her eyes on Rhea who opens her laptop and pulls Disney plus. Y/n looks away and at the laptop, point at DareDevil, making Rhea nod and press on an episode.

Y/n hears the show full blast in her ears and she visibly calms down as she crawls up deeper into the bed with Rhea who gets in and pulls the blanket over them. Y/n lays herself against Rhea who wraps an arm around her and gives her head a kiss.

“I’m here darling, i’m here.” Rhea whispers , feeling her girlfriend relax slowly as they dive deeper into the show. The fireworks the only thing Rhea can hear.

#wwe imagine #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe x reader #wwe superstars #wwe one shot #wwe judgement day #mami rhea #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine #wwe rhea ripley #rhearipley #rhea x reader #rhea ripley

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amenders93 · 5 months

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2 Weeks till Chicken Run 2!!!!!

In every movie we have seen that involves a couple that are taking some time apart, an unexpected event happens that includes one of them seeming to have their back against the wall or in some kind of trouble. However, all is not lost because just in the nick of time, the other comes to the rescue and saves the latter. Last week, we saw the reflection of Rocky and Ginger's relationship as they spent time apart after Rocky decided to leave the farm without telling anyone. We've seen that despite the fact they tried to forget each other and move on, it became very clear that Ginger still loved Rocky and missed him greatly, and that Rocky still loved Ginger and he was questioning his decision to leave her and the other chickens during their time of need. Now this week, we're going to review the next action-packed scene - the escape from Tweedy's Farm. Will the chickens escape safely or will they become chicken pies after all?

Let's pick up right when Mr. Tweedy had finally fixed the pie machine, to the delight of Mrs. Tweedy but the horror of the chickens in the barnyard. Now the farmer has been sent to get the chickens to start making chicken pies but catches them in the act of attempting to finish their plane. Ginger has the chickens overpower him; they truss him up like a stuffed bird and place him under a hut. All the while, Mr. Tweedy has tried to warn his wife about the chickens' revolt, but she either ignores him or just can't hear him. The chickens' fearless leader tells them now is the time to make their escape - that they either die free chickens or die trying! So inspirational! You go, girl! The chickens then wheel the flying machine out onto a runway lit by a string of Christmas lights.

Now we're inside the plane with the chickens on both sides of an aisle where pedals are located for them to work the plane. Nick and Fetcher are inside with them, ready to leave as well. Ginger walks up the aisle to the cockpit, signaling to Fowler that they're ready for takeoff, only to discover that he's seated behind her and not in the pilot's seat. The hens soon discover that Fowler wasn't a pilot at all but a mascot in the RAF for the 644 Squadron, Poultry Division. Ginger convinces the old rooster to take the controls of the plane; since he's always talking about back in his day, and now today is his day. Fowler proudly complies and soon the hens are all pedaling, the propeller is turning, a takeoff ramp is placed up, wooden blocks are removed and the plane moves with wings that start flapping. As the plane approaches the takeoff ramp, Mr. Tweedy jumps up and kicks it over. The plane makes a hard right, knocking the farmer to the ground unconscious.

Ginger tells Fowler to turn the plane around and she runs back to the ramp. As she struggles to push it back into position again, Fowler turns the plane around, getting one of the wheel axles tangling a string of Christmas lights with it. Suddenly Mrs. Tweedy appears and looms over Ginger with an axe! The wicked woman slams the axe into the ramp, a hairsbreadth from Ginger's head, pinning her to the ground. This was it, this was the end of the line for our poor little firecracker hen. Mrs. Tweedy menacingly leans over Ginger, ready for the kill when all of a sudden, a loud noise distracts her. It was the sound of a bell; the bell of a tricycle. Both human and hen turn to the direction of the sound. What Ginger hears next is someone yelling out her name and who does she see?

Rocky Rhodes, daredevil extraordinaire, coming back to help his friends and especially save the love of his life once again. Rocky speeds downhill on his tricycle, aiming for a large mound of dirt just before the barbed-wire fence. He hits it hard, goes sailing into air, clearing the fence and keeps on going. Ginger has never been happier to see him at this moment, not just because he came back to save her but because she thought she'd never see the love of her life again. Unfortunately, Mrs. Tweedy sees him too and she pulls the axe out from the ramp, turning to face the rooster. But just as she does, the front tire of the trike conks her on the forehead and sent her sprawling. She falls backwards, the axe falls to the ground, barely missing her. That wicked witch of a woman soon faints from the thought of the axe almost hitting her.

At the same time, Rocky lands in front of Ginger. Very coolly, he skids the trike to a sideways stop and thumps the bell on the handlebars, as if he's revving the engine of a motorcycle. Last week I did say that Ginger would see her Prince Charming again, and I was right. Rocky and Ginger are happy to see each other again, but this is no time for happy reunions because the plane was headed right for them! Our young lovers grab the heavy ramp and start working feverishly to hoist it back up onto the fence as the plane rumbled closer and closer. Without a moment to spare, they managed to wedge the wooden brace into place and roll out of the way just as the wheels of the plane hit the ramp. The plane rolls up the ramp and soars over the fence to freedom, trailing the Christmas lights behind it. Ginger is mesmerized that their escape plan is working and then she hears Rocky calling her name. He takes her hand and they grab onto the string of lights, held on tight and soar up into the air. Hanging on to the lights for dear life, inching along, they managed to climb on board the plane.

Rocky makes in on first and he takes Ginger's hands, pulling her up to safety. They were safe; they were alone. They were staring into each other's eyes, staying this way for a long moment. Our young feathered lovers are together again! 💘 Then Rocky leans closer to Ginger, and closer, and... she slaps him across the face. She angrily tells him the slap is for leaving, leaving our shocked rooster clutching his hurt cheek. You have to admit, he did deserve that 😏. But to his relief, she gives him a soft smile and grabs his bandana, pulling him closer to kiss him for coming back. He's more than happy to oblige for a kiss with his fair lady hen. But just before they can kiss, the plane suddenly jolts. Oh, so close 😩.

Rocky and Ginger look down to see Mrs. Tweedy hanging from the Christmas lights and she was still wielding her axe. She snarls at them, scaring them a bit. Ginger looked down to see the lights still tangled in the plane's rear axle. She gets an idea; she yells out to Babs for a pair of scissor. Her friend looks through her knitting bag for scissors and when she finds them, they are then passed from chicken to chicken until they arrive in Ginger's hands. She then turns to Rocky, telling him to lower her down. He tries to protest against it, but when our stubborn hen gets an idea in her mind, there's no changing her mind. Fowler calls to the crew to increase their velocity; the chickens respond valiantly, their feet a blur of motion. One of my favorite lines: Babs - What does that mean? Bunty - It means pedal your flippin' giblets out!

Mrs. Tweedy then puts the axe into her mouth and starts to climb the Christmas lights toward the plane. Up above, Ginger puts the scissors into her mouth and leans out the back of the plane. Rocky lowers her carefully, holding her by her feet. Ginger tries to reach the Christmas lights with the scissors, but couldn't quite make it. She shouts to Rocky to lower her a little more. Mrs. Tweedy was still climbing, getting closer. Ginger, meantime, is still reaching for the strand of lights, trying to cut it, when she happened to notice that they were headed straight for the billboard for Mrs. Tweedy's Chicken Pies! She calls out to warn Fowler, who then pulls hard on the controls and the plane swoops sharply upward. Dangling from the lights, Mrs. Tweedy smacks hard into the billboard, ripping off the painted image of her own face. The plane rocked from the impact, whipping out of control. The chickens scream as the plane rocks and Nick and Fetcher scream even louder as they watch their precious eggs spill out of their bag.

Unfortunately, at the same time, Ginger slips out of Rocky's grasp and as she falls, she grabs the wire. Hanging on for dear life, she clutches the wire as she slid down it, Christmas lights popping as she went. She suddenly comes face to face with Mrs. Tweedy's gigantic painted face. The real Mrs. Tweedy whips the painted picture away to reveal her actual snarling face, with the axe still in her mouth! Ginger seizes this moment; she grasps the scissors firmly and tries with all her might to cut through the wire. However, they were too small and too dull; they would not go through. Mrs. Tweedy rears back to swing her axe at Ginger when suddenly... an egg hits the horrible woman in the face. Rocky was using the catapult they'd used for training to fire eggs at Mrs. Tweedy from it. Nick and Fetcher were loading their precious eggs into the catapult, with tears in their eyes and wailing if I may add. Rocky just keeps firing again and again, ignoring the miserable wails of the two rats. All he was concerned about was his precious Ginger. Her brave hero. Rocky's not just her Prince Charming; he's her knight in shining armor 💕.

Throughout this egg flinging, Ginger doesn't give up and is still trying to cut through the wire. Mrs. Tweedy takes another swipe with her axe, knocking the scissors out of Ginger's hand and sending them tumbling, end over end, through the air. Desperate, Ginger tries to bite through the wire; it was useless. Mrs. Tweedy climbs another notch toward Ginger. Rocky, meanwhile, yells back to Nick and Fetcher for more ammunition, but they have no more eggs! Rocky looks back at Ginger to see Mrs. Tweedy raising her axe again, aiming it right for Ginger's neck! He cries out to Ginger in alarm to warn her. Our now trapped hen looks up to see that horrible woman raising her axe. There was no place to go; she was going to get it.

But our smart hen looks down at the wire and gets an idea. Quick as a wink, she holds out the wire and Mrs. Tweedy swings down her axe at Ginger. On the plane, Rocky looks on helplessly as the love of his life gets the axe swung at her. He cries out with fear and sadness in his voice. Mrs. Tweedy grins at seeing Ginger hanging from the wire, headless from her point of view. But don't worry - Ginger cranks her neck to look at Mrs. Tweedy with egg all over her face (literally and figuratively). Mrs. Tweedy's grin starts to fall and at the same time, Rocky, with tears in his eyes looking sad and thinking that he lost Ginger, starts to smile little by little. Ginger smiles at Mrs. Tweedy, showing the severed light string; Mrs. Tweedy looks on shocked. Ginger lets go of one end and waves goodbye, watching the evil woman fall. The plane is now swooping over the barn so Mrs. Tweedy plummets neatly through the open window at the peak of the barn roof and falls into the chute of the pie machine.

On the plane, the chickens were still pedaling as they apparently watched the whole scene unfold. They were all cheering that Ginger had defeated Mrs. Tweedy. Rocky was so happy to see Ginger still alive and thwart that awful human that he gave Nick and Fetcher side hugs simultaneously. As the plane soars up and away from the barn, Mr. Tweedy, who has regained consciousness and untied himself, runs to the barn door and opens it. He sees his wife stuck in the machine trying to free herself. Alarms were sounding as pressure gauges were starting to rise, meaning that the machine was about to blow. Mr. Tweedy winced, then he slowly and quietly closes the barn door.

Meanwhile, up in the air, Ginger manages to climb back up to the plane. Rocky takes her hands and pulls her onboard, relieved that she is still alive and well. Our young feathered lovers are holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, smiling. Rocky and Ginger try once again to kiss when they suddenly hear a huge explosion down below. Once again, so close. Second time they try to have a romantic moment, the second time they get interrupted 😩. They look down and flinch as the pie machine exploded behind them, spewing a mushroom cloud of gravy high into the air. At least they're still holding hands though 👫🏼.

We're going to stop right there because I want to save the best part for last for next week's post. Anyway last week's post showed us that Rocky and Ginger had some time to think about how much they meant to each other. Even though they wanted to forget each other and move on with their lives, Rocky and Ginger realized they loved each other very much and had become a part of each other's lives. Ginger was becoming a better leader, still being honest but not as brutal as before and being more open with her feelings. Rocky was becoming more caring and selfless, thinking more about the others than himself. And after seeing the billboard advertisement, our cocky rooster realized he made a terrible mistake by leaving the farm when the chickens needed him the most. But he mostly realized he will never be truly happy unless he had a special someone in his life - Ginger. So Rocky made another big decision; one that surely changed everything... and it's even better than the last one.

Our daring rooster made the right choice to go back and help his friends, and just in time to save Ginger from an axe-wielding Mrs. Tweedy; an act that she is extremely grateful for. Like the good team they are, Rocky and Ginger managed to get the plane into the air and climb aboard themselves. On the plane, our young lovers are happy to have each other back again. Ginger slaps him across the face as payback for leaving but tries to kiss him for coming back. But first, they had to get rid of some unnecessary weight - Mrs. Tweedy. While Ginger tries to cut the evil woman off the line, Rocky defends his lady fair by attacking Mrs. Tweedy with eggs but soon runs out. After this attempt, Rocky thought that Mrs. Tweedy had beheaded Ginger with the axe and cries out in despair but he starts to tearfully smile when he sees that the axe actually cut through the wire, sending Mrs. Tweedy down into the pie machine in the barn. After that daring and risky success, Rocky and Ginger attempt to have another romantic moment to kiss but get interrupted by an explosion of gravy from the pie machine. But at this point, we can all agree that our young feathered lovers are safe and together, still happy to have each other back in their lives once again. However, we can also agree that if it weren’t for those two interruptions, they would have had their first kiss by now.

I also want to add that you can see a workprint of the Ginger vs. Mrs. Tweedy scene and different workprint versions of Mrs. Tweedy's defeat on the YouTube links below.

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Anyway this is my eleventh weekly Rocky/Ginger moment post commemorating the upcoming sequel to Chicken Run. I hope you enjoyed this post. There will be one more post about the first film coming up in the future. Waiting for this long-awaited sequel may not be easy but these posts are making it easier as the release date draws nearer. But now the wait is almost over!!!!

#chicken run #chicken run 2 #chicken run dawn of the nugget #dawn of the nugget #ginger and rocky #rocky and ginger #rocky #ginger #countdown #Youtube

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althea-and-alcestris · 3 months

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OC Introductions

Hii! This is my first Tumblr post and I'm gonna start with introducing my TWST ocs that I will be featuring in my future blogs.

Name: Althea Cardinal

Name in Japanese: Arutea Karudinaru (アルテアー • カルディナール)

Other names: Dabria (Angel of Death), Esmeray Felch (original name)

Nicknames: Allie/Thea

Age: 17 (age can differ depending on AUs)

Gender: Girl (afab) She/Her

Sexuality: Polyamorous-Bisexual

Height: 5'9 (175 cm)

Demon in human disguise (Lucifer's daughter)

Hair color: ashy/milky blonde

Eye color: Heterochromia (right - cherry red, left - hazel brown)

Skintone: Pale

Personality: Sensitive (maybe a bit too much) to insults directed at her but can and will break bones if the insult is directed at loved ones, behavior can vary between excited and childish/mature late teen/violent force/depression, very affectionate and supportive (often places everyone else infront of her own needs), polite and thus has a hard time saying no, naive but lovable, due to her demon nature and family background she finds no problem in going to extremes to protect someone (she needs to work on that)

Hobbies: Figure Skating, Horseback riding, Reading

Talents: Singing, Stringed instruments, Medical treatments, Weapons, martial arts

Often paired with: Sebek Zigvolt, Silver Vanrouge (I will refer to Silver with the same last name as Lilia's because I live for the father-son duo)

Signature Spell: Screams of Hell (an ear piercing scream)

Voice Claim: Japanese - Fumiko Orikasa (Riza Hawkeye, Seras Victoria, Rukia) English - Katharine Gray (Seras Victoria)

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Name: Alcestris (originally no last name but will go by Zigvolt later on)

Name in Japanese: Aruzesutorisu (アルゼストリース)

Other names: Isadora Evergreen (original name)

Nicknames: Alce/Firecracker

Age: 17 (logically well over 400 but oh well)

Gender: Girl (afab) She/Her

Sexuality: Demiromantic-Lesbian

Height: 5'10 (178 cm)

Half-fae (serpent fae and human)

Hair color: milky blonde

Eye color: Heterochromia (right - tart red, left - hazel brown)

Skintone: Pale

Other skin features: Purple face markings/scales

Personality: Cynical and sarcastic but is actually a sweetheart once known enough, an absolute daredevil but with some exceptional luck, loud and big mouthed (she will insult ANYONE), her no. 1. solution to arguements is throwing hands, not at all lady-like she swears a lot, energetic and overly brave

Hobbies: Singing, Writing songs, Playing the guitar, Parkour

Talents: Martial arts, Singing, Instruments, Parkour, Weapons (non mechanical)

Often paired with: No romantic pairings (Platonic pairing: Baul Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge, Meleanor Draconia)

Signature Spell: Melody of the Viper

Voice Claim: Japanese - Marina Inoue (Momo Yaoyorozu, Armin Alert) English - Colleen Clinkenbeard (Momo Yaoyorozu, Riza Hawkeye, Luffy, Ezra Scarlett)

#twst wonderland #twst #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #baul zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #silver vanrouge #twst baul #oc x canon #romantic #platonic

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invisibleraven · 8 months

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I’m not annoyed that’s just my face. and Carrie/Anyone?

“Honey I’m home!” Flynn called, slamming the door behind her and tossing her keys in the bowl. Kicking off her fashionable boots and sighing with relief.

Looking good took effort and sometimes came with aching feet. She wondered if she could convince Carrie to rub them in exchange for Flynn making some of her patented chocolate chip cookies.

Speaking of whim, Flynn got to the kitchen and stopped short at the pinched expression on Carrie's face. "Oh fuck, I forgot about soft doors again, babe, sorry."

"What?" Carrie asked.

"You looked annoyed, so I figured it was about me slamming the door," Flynn explained.

"Well I mean, I do hate when you do that," Carrie said. "But I'm not annoyed, that's just my face."

Flynn crossed her arms at that. "Carrie, I've known you for literally your whole life, and have been your partner for nearly half of it. I know your faces, and that my sweet, is your annoyed face. So what gives?"

Carrie sighed and slumped her shoulders, letting Flynn gather her into a hug. "Long day. Didn't kick as much ass or take as many names as I thought I would."

Flynn thought on it for a moment and then rolled her eyes playfully. "Didn't get a perfect score on your essay?"

"No!" Carrie fumed. "She took off points for the font Flynnie! The font!"

"Told you Calibri was a bad choice and to stick with Times..." Flynn whistled. "But that can't be all, come on, tell me what's really got a bee in your bonnet."

"She found some really obvious, stupid mistakes that I should have caught. Made me feel two feet tall when she pointed them out. Like why didn't I catch that and I expected better."

Flynn hissed at that last one. Carrie held herself at sich a high standard already, so many people around her did the same, forgetting she was human. Tus when she made small foibles, or messed up, they let their expectations loose, and if Carrie Wilson hated anything, it was disappointing people.

Especially herself.

Flynn grabbed a hold of her cheeks and held them firm in her palms, forcing Carrie to look at her. "Babe you slaved over that essay, up to ass o'clock in the Am finishing it. You were exhausted as hell and burnt to a crisp when editing it. So yeah, you made a few tiny errors, but did that old bat have any criticisms with the content?"

"No," Carrie said, her voice small.

"She's probably grading on a fucking curve or something and needed some reason to knock you down," Flynn said. "This doesn't affect your GPS, hell it won't really do anything to your overall grade. Don't let that women's insults reflect on your brilliance yeah?"

"Okay," Carrie said, smiling sweetly.

"There's the face I love," Flynn whispered, bringing Carrie in for a tender peck. "Listen it sounds like you've had a hell of a day beating yourself up. How about we pig out on wings and beer, watch something mindless and I make your face do the thing it does when it's blissed out and sated?" She waggled her eyebrows at that, making Carrie giggle.

"I'd like that-but can we get like five gallons of ranch to go with it? I nearly burnt my mouth off with the firecracker flavour last time," Carrie requested.

"My little daredevil, of course we can," Flynn replied, and took out her phone to start ordering.

Later, bellies full, minds blissed out, and some Ghibli playing on the television, Flynn looked down at Carrie, who was slumbering on her shoulder, and wearing her absolute favourite expression on her face. Total contentment.

#filled prompts #ficlet #flarrie #julie and the phantoms

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snowboyclarkov · 1 year

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Personality Comparison For No Reason

My personality typing, as stated in my profile description, is ISTJ 5w4. Using that, and other methods, this is an extensive list of characters from different series whose personalities I am closest to, based on their cognitive functions, enneagram and general similar behaviours between themselves and myself. Pictures of each one will be below the list.

Since I made this, a second has been done after analysing Beyblade Burst some more and deciding that my personality is more akin to Gwyn Reynolds instead of Naoki Minamo, and to Brooklyn Masefield instead of Garland Siebald. That same adjustment has been made to this post as well.

Crowscare -> Ingram

Cookie Run -> Frost Queen Cookie

Cuphead -> Chinook Pilot Saluki

Doki Doki Literature Club! -> Yuri

Grand Theft Auto -> Eddie Toh

The Grand Tour -> James May

Inazuma Eleven -> Fuusuke Suzuno

Beyblade -> Brooklyn Masefield

Katawa Shoujo -> Rin Tezuka

Beyblade Burst -> Gwyn Reynolds

Made In Abyss -> Ozen

Monster Girl Encyclopedia -> Soldier Beetle

Mix Ore -> Nagisa Ichigaulait

Fire Emblem -> Idunn

Undertale -> Woshua

Gakuen Babysitters -> Keigo Saikawa

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure -> Leone Abbacchio

Touhou Project -> Ran Yakumo

Ace Attorney -> Sorin Sprocket

Beyblade: Metal Saga -> Faust

The Loud House -> Maggie

Jelly Jamm -> Ongo

Rosario + Vampire -> Mizore Shirayuki

Corpse Party -> Naho Saenoki

Danganronpa -> Mukuro Ikusaba

Sonic The Hedgehog -> Sage Robotnik

Land of the Lustrous -> Rutile

Dragon Ball -> Jimmy Firecracker

Inazuma Eleven: Ares -> Yuuichirou Mansaku

Initial D -> Satoshi Omiya

Shimoneta -> Hyouka Fuwa

Pirates of the Caribbean -> Murtogg

Pokémon -> Calem

Kid Icarus -> Poseidon

Monster Girl Quest -> Gnome

Yandere Simulator -> Horo Goramu

Joshiraku -> Gankyou Kuurubiyuutei

Monogatari -> Sodachi Oikura

Professor Layton -> Ridelle Mystere

Game of Thrones -> Archmaester Ebrose

The Binding of Isaac -> Apollyon

Date A Live -> Yuzuru Yamai

Star Fox -> General Pepper

Zero Escape -> Sigma Klim

Super Smash Bros. -> Galeem

Puyo Puyo -> Legamünt

Yu-Gi-Oh! GX -> Ryo Marufuji

Ninjago -> Milton Dyer

Bakugan -> Fabia Sheen

Codename: Kids Next Door -> Nigel Uno

Glitch -> E. Gadd

Kirby -> Claycia

Saw -> Daniel Matthews

Dead Rising -> Carl Schliff

Omori -> Sunny

The Amazing World of Gumball -> Clipboard Men

Monster Musume -> Lala

Paper Mario -> Professor Toad

Trauma Center -> Victor Niguel

Driver -> Bishop

Nagasarete Airanto -> Chikage

Inspector Morse -> Endeavour Morse

Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective -> Jowd

God of War -> Helios

Saiko no Sutoka -> Akira

Cells At Work! -> NT4201

Total Drama -> MK

Hetalia -> Iceland

Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil -> Ronaldo

Hotel Dusk -> Kevin Woodward

Papers, Please -> M. Vonel

Oggy & the Cockroaches -> Marky

It's Not Me, It's My Basement -> Embry Oliver

Chainsaw Man -> Asa Mitaka

Inazuma Eleven GO -> Alpha

Azur Lane -> Admiral Graf Spee

Heaven's Lost Property -> Nymph

My Hero Academia -> Yui Kodai (Rule)

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Bonus: My main OC's MHA variant, basic details

Occupation = U.A. Student

Hero Name = Mizoregnar (formerly a neutral/arc main antagonist a la Gwyn Reynolds, currently part of Class 1-A)

Appearance = See the bottom of the post, can turn hands into ice claws, hair gains gem-like appearance a la Land of the Lustrous when quirk is in effect, also a biological hermaphrodite

Quirk = Snow Sage [Yuki-onna physiology/powers, has cold-powered artillery that is part of their body and can be vanished at any time for convenience.]

Extra = Capable of combining quirk and learned skill to perform Touhou-style danmaku based on formulae & equations.

More Extra = Black light powers (similar to Glory Regnar's powers, taught by mother who has a quirk that grants 4 disembodied wings that are said to be impervious [they aren't] and light-based powers. Galeem as a quirk, basically.)

Costume = Imagine the spirit/avatar of Greatest Raphael/Glory Regnar as clothing/armour minus the head, tail and shimenawa parts (Colour scheme switched to white, lavender purple, dark purple, black, teal, ice-blue & ice-white.)] Alternate outfits exist too, because I'm indecisive. Outfits made from special material, protective but soft and flexible.

They call their moves 'Genesis Crown', etc. as opposed to 'Glory Crown' seen in the Beyblade Burst series.

Naturally maintains a chilled air around their body constantly to prevent overheating, sometimes faint cold air is made visible surrounding the space directly around their body. Does best in cold environments especially those filled with ice and/or snow.

*What the outfit would be based on: da3d992e9ba23709a6cfc78dcf8d39 b959d086e59b47a9eec8d597566617 08e07cb1f7c8df62cc2f1a93031eb3 670964123039ae7bc75b881fc1c648

**Appearance (Extra): Light grey skin, nigh-impervious exoskeleton covering entire body, 6 legs (2 fore + 4 normal), ice-based wings inside carapace, ship-esque cold-powered artillery When Quirk in Effect = Pupils turn roughly the same colour as irises (light gold), ice claws, hair turns lavender purple and gains a gem-esque appearance a la Land of the Lustrous, can turn arms into any item desired (all made of pure ice) Basically the entire body = File:Soldier_Beetle_0 Thanks to studies together with mother, capable of causing exoskeleton to fade away and lower half of body to change to normal legs for convenience, similar to the artillery mutation.

***The artillery looks just like the sort that Admiral Graf Spee has. AGS used as basis due to personality and colour scheme reasons. The red is exchanged for lavender.

****Things like swords, chainsaws and other quirks have no effect if they strike the exoskeleton. Unless the attacking force is heat-based, in which case it very much can as long as the heat in question is further above normal body temperature than Clarkov's coldness is below 10C.

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ratsoh-writes · 10 months

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what're they like? I've already begun to try and train them lol

-katana

Well fireworks is a totally dum dum but nothing but love. He is super eager to please and very gentle with small animals and children. Active though and needs an outlet for the energy

Ninja is a little firecracker. He chatters at everything, a bit bossy, and loves riding on fireworks back. He is a bit of a daredevil and likes jumping from high places. No survival instincts

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monterraverde · 1 year

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♡(ŐωŐ人) (But Bella bc that's Ali's girl, if you're still accepting these.)

NAME: Lucia Hagen PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Short green hair with red streaks, red eyes, Short but stout. PERSONALITY: The biggest damn firecracker this side of the Orrean desert, not nearly as much of a daredevil as her mother, but knows how to take a punch and throw one back thrice as hard. Scrappy, and knows her way around pokemon, isn't afraid to ratgrab a shadow pokemon if it's giving her issues. FUTURE: Despite her cute appearance, she runs mainly Ghost and dark types, her Ace being Aulus, Bellas Gholdengo. She'll absolutely take Ali's champion spot, and hold a champion title in Paldea as well. IMAGE REFERENCE:

#orrerunaway #:: fankids #rikas inbox: lets chat!#:: guest muse; bella

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kriskalutz · 9 months

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SaRA has been given a few new metal plates and a fresh coat of paint. I debated making her gold since her favorite color is yellow, but I chose instead to go with more bronze/brass/copper colors instead.

SaRA Model 1396 - She/They/It, Libra

Traits: Brave, Unflirty, Daredevil, Hydrophobic, Computer Whiz

LTW: Become an Astronaut (Lv. 10 in Military)

Likes: Hip Hop Music, Firecracker Tofu, Yellow Color

SaRA: Why does an automaton like me even need to workout??? It's not like I have flesh to begin wi-

Claude: And that's why they want you to train.

#sims #sims 3 #the sims #the sims 3 #ts3 #legacy challenge #legacy challenges #highlighter legacy #highlighter gen 1

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ao3feed-fratt · 1 year

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What Goes On

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45009103

by lovetincture

Franklin "Foggy" Nelson's guide to finding out that all of your friends are having kinky sex.

Words: 2371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Firecracker

Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Elektra Natchios, Frank Castle

Relationships: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock, Elektra Natchios/Karen Page, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios/Karen Page

Additional Tags: Platonic BDSM, Friendship, Mild Hurt/Comfort

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45009103

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Fratt #FrankMatt

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navybrat817 · 2 months

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Like There's No Tomorrow

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: When you make a rash decision after you're passed over for a promotion again, Bucky encourages you to follow your dream. It's the start of an unforgettable journey. Word Count: Over 3.4k Warnings: Insecurities, impulsivity, reflecting, slight angst, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and the best, okay?). A/N: Writing this was very personal and therapeutic after my recent work experience. While I can't actually live this life, I know Firecracker and Daredevil will have many adventures together. Also for @the-slumberparty's Eight Types of Love Challenge (Ludus - Road Trip / Surprise)❤️ Thanks to the beautiful @whisperlullaby for the encouragement and @buckyownsmylife for giving this intro a look and assuring me it wasn't garbage, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You quit your job on a Friday afternoon.

On paper, it appeared to be an ordinary day. Nothing different from your usual routine. You got up, brushed your teeth, showered, dressed yourself, gave your boyfriend a kiss, selected a caffeinated beverage, and got to work. While you wouldn't call your job your dream job and some of the tasks were monotonous, you were good at it and you cared about your teammates.

In fact, they were one of the reasons you stuck around for as long as you did.

“Just wanted to say you've done a lot for us and we wouldn't be where we are without you.”

“I’m so sorry. I hope this doesn’t get you down.”

“I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better.”

“For what it’s worth, they made a mistake.”

Tears filled your eyes as you looked through the messages a few of your teammates sent after the promotion announcement was made minutes ago. There was an overall mixture of surprise and confusion when they heard you didn’t get it. They knew how hard you worked to move up and how badly you wanted it. You wished you hadn’t gotten your hopes up since that usually led to disappointment.

Of course, you were happy for the candidate who got the job. It wasn’t their fault you didn’t advance. Their success called for celebration. It didn’t make it any easier for you though and it didn’t lessen the hurt that you were passed over once again for something you were more than qualified for.

You somehow held it together though, not wanting everyone around you to see you break. Crying was reserved for the bathroom, your car, and home. Plus, you had shown enough vulnerability to management during the lengthy process and aftermath. They didn’t deserve an ounce more.

Especially after you were told that the value you provided wasn’t enough.

“I know this outcome is disappointing, but this isn’t a setback. You still have a lot to be proud of,” your manager told you the day before when you received the email entailing that you didn't receive the promotion and why. “Take the feedback we’ve given you and use that to get to the next level next time.”

He was only trying to help, but who would want to try again when they’re told they aren’t enough more than once? If the intention was to fuel your fire, they snuffed it out. Then again, your feelings were so raw because you hadn’t given yourself enough time to digest the news. Being told you were just out of reach was salt in the open wound, stinging much more than it should have as you tried to figure out what you did wrong.

Because you had to have done something wrong, right? Were the words you wrote in your application not eloquent enough? Did you not display the right amount of confidence in your interview? Why were you always on the cusp of greatness, but never quite there?

Blinking the moisture from your eyes, you straightened up and began to type again. Personal feelings aside, you had a job to do. You needed the income. You also had to prove that they were wrong in overlooking you. Again.

But as the sound of your fingers flying across the keyboard became white noise in your head, Bucky’s words from earlier in the morning shimmered into your mind.

“Just quit, Firecracker. They don’t deserve you and you deserve better.”

Bucky Barnes, your boyfriend. The kind of man you didn’t think was real until he came into your life. Gorgeous, faithful, doting, protective - you thought men like that only existed in books. He supported and hyped you up every time you went for a promotion and wiped away every tear when you didn’t get it. Your crying and self-doubt broke his heart and this morning may have been the last straw for him.

Maybe it was the last straw for you, too.

Glancing around the office as you saw everyone else typing with minimal conversation, the room had never looked more lifeless to you. There was nothing about the place or the job that inspired you, so why continue to give yourself over to a place that didn’t give back to you in return? Why stay in a place that dulled your shine?

The sudden realization hit you square in your chest that you didn’t want to be there anymore.

“Have a great weekend, team. Good luck and thanks for everything.” You sent in a message before you could stop yourself.

You had never had an out-of-body experience before, but it was as if your spirit was beside you as you began to close the programs on your computer. Glancing at your desk after you set your phone to voicemail, you realized you had hardly any personal touches in your space. Except for the photo of you and Bucky.

He was your one bright spot in the building.

With the utmost care, you put the photo in your bag once you shut everything down. Your heart sank as your gaze swept over your team, an uncomfortable pit settling in your stomach as you went to see your boss. Disappointing anyone always brought you a sense of dread and you didn’t want to let him or anyone else down, but you were thinking of yourself for once.

You owed yourself that.

“Hey,” your boss smiled as he glanced up from his desk before he noticed you had your bag. You shifted on your feet when his cheerfulness shifted to concern. “What’s up? Are you clocking out early?”

“Not exactly,” you answered, gripping your bag so hard your hand began to ache.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, leaning forward in his seat.

You didn’t know how to respond because it wasn’t okay and nothing he could say or do would change how you felt. You didn't want him to try and sway you to stay. The heartbreaking part was that he was, overall, a good boss. He taught you a lot and helped you better yourself. So did the team as a whole. They were rock stars. Each and every one of them.

But now they weren’t enough to make you stay and maybe it was a blessing in disguise that you didn’t go anywhere with your job.

So with a bittersweet smile, you uttered, “I quit. I’m sorry.”

You tossed your building key onto his desk and turned away before he could reply. Your mind raced as you put one foot in front of the other and ignored the stares of your coworkers who caught on to what had just transpired. It was hard to breathe, but your steps for once felt light instead of heavy. Your boss may have called out for you, but you didn’t dare look back. Not when you couldn’t stay in there another minute.

What you didn’t expect was for Bucky to be waiting outside as you went out of the door.

Your boyfriend managed to take your breath away every time you saw him and today was no exception. All 6’4” of him, he decided to cover his beefy frame with one of his favorite leather jackets, a fitting shirt, and tight jeans. His stormy eyes zeroed in on you as he pushed away from his old pickup truck and ran a hand through his chestnut hair. He was stunning.

He was yours.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you blurted out as you raced toward him. “Get me out of here. Please.”

But why was he there? You didn’t plan to meet up with him until after work and your shift was only a little over halfway over. Did he want to surprise you?

He caught you easily with his large hands before you could stumble into him. “Whoa, easy. Get in,” he said, opening the passenger door and helping you in. Your hands trembled as you buckled yourself in, your body in flight mode because you had to get away from the office. He wasted no time getting in and peeling out of the parking lot, the building becoming smaller and smaller in the distance.

You weren’t even sure how far away he drove before he pulled over and stopped the car since you didn’t look behind you. Resting your shaking hands on your thighs, the high of walking out dissipated until it left you cold. Reality sank in. Would it pull you under?

“Talk to me,” Bucky urged, his voice calm and gentle instead of demanding. “Please?”

“I quit my job,” you whispered, your gaze set in front of you, but not seeing anything in focus. “I couldn't do it anymore.”

Bucky leaned over to turn your face toward him, sympathy and understanding filling his eyes. “Oh, baby, I knew today would be the tipping point. Waited most of the morning for you to walk out,” he said. You were about to question how he could possibly know that, but he could read you better than anyone. “Just a feeling I had.”

“I quit my job. I quit,” you said again, your breathing more shallow than before he engulfed you in a warm and grounding embrace. Your fingers twisted in his jacket as you breathed him in. Sandalwood and citrus were scents you now associated with love because of him. “What did I do?! I didn’t even give notice. I just tossed my card down and left. Fuck, I just burned my bridges with everyone there.”

You stifled a sob as you hid your face in his neck. You swore to yourself that you would never be that person who walks out on a job, but you did just that and screwed over your entire team. Would any of them understand why you did it or accept an apology? How long would it take for that guilt to go away since you essentially gave up after the words of kindness and encouragement they gave you?

“Breathe, baby. I’ve got you” he whispered, rubbing your back as you steadied yourself. “Yeah, you quit today. And maybe you burned a bridge, maybe not. But I couldn’t be fucking prouder of you.”

“You’re proud that I walked out on my team?” You asked, whipping your head up so fast you were lucky you didn’t get whiplash. “They don’t deserve to deal with that. Not to mention, I have nothing lined up.”

The thought of starting over again made your stomach drop again. The job market could be a terrifying and hopeless place. What if you couldn’t find anything? Or what if you burned through your savings by the time you did?

“I’m proud that you walked away from something keeping you down. After everything you’ve done for them, I’m sure most of them will get why you couldn’t do it anymore,” he assured you, the corners of his lips turning down when you sniffled. “And don't worry about not having something lined up. We'll figure it out.”

“We?” You questioned. Bucky was your boyfriend, but this wasn’t his problem.

“Yeah, we,” he said, pointing between the two of you with his forefinger. “You and me. I'm in this with you.”

Your heart melted before logic tried to take back over. “I should just go back there and apologize. I can say that I-”

He framed your face and pressed his warm lips to yours before you could say another word. He coaxed you to return the kiss with ease and you responded with parted lips and a sigh. His kisses left you lightheaded as sparks ignited, threatening to explode if you went much further. Which was why he stopped to let you catch your breath.

“No. You’re not doing that,” he said, his scruff tickling your forehead as he pressed a kiss there. He knew that was a weakness of yours and it instantly stopped you from arguing. “We're going on an adventure and we can’t do that if you’re chained to a desk.”

“An adventure?” You repeated with uncertainty.

“Yeah. We’re going to drive and see where it takes us,” he said, his lips touching your forehead once more before he started up the car again. “Just need to grab a couple of things before we go.”

“What about work for you?”

“It’s taken care of,” he assured you. He wasn’t the type of guy to lie, but when did he have time to plan this? Neither one of you had mentioned going anywhere.

Leave it to Bucky to do something impulsive to make you happy.

“Okay,” you said, trusting him and deciding to play along with his endeavor. “You said we need a couple of things. What do we need? Besides the essentials.”

“Your laptop. And a journal if you don't feel like typing.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know. My laptop so I can apply for new jobs and pray that they don’t reach out to my now previous boss as a reference, right?”

“Oh, no,” he chuckled, a playful smirk on his face when you swung your head toward him. “The laptop is so you can write like you've always wanted to. And the journal if you prefer to write some of your thoughts and ideas down by hand.”

“Wait. You want me to write on this trip?” You asked, making sure you heard him correctly.

“Yeah, I do.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your boyfriend was certifiably crazy, but you loved that about him. “Bucky, no. I can't just write,” you said.

“Why not?” He shrugged.

“Because it doesn't pay the bills or provide security,” you replied.

Writing was a silly hobby that you did from time to time to help you channel your emotions or escape from the real world. At best, it was a dream. Nothing more. He knew that. At least, you thought he knew that.

At the end of the day, it wouldn’t put a roof over your head or food in your stomach. How were you expected to hold onto dreams that wouldn’t take you anywhere? And at what point did you stop believing in them and yourself?

When did you start thinking so cynically?

“But working a job you're not passionate about just to provide safety is the better option? There’s a difference between doing something you love and doing something you’re good at when your heart isn’t in it. You’ve done the latter for years now,” He said with a huff as you inhaled. “That isn't living and you’re lying to yourself if you think it is.”

Your eyes narrowed as his words sank in, your shackles raising. “No, it isn’t living, but it’s the most practical thing I can do! And, yeah, I am good at my job because I worked my ass off!” You argued, taking a breath. You didn’t want to start crying or snap at him when he was right. “Or at least I was good at my job. And I would’ve done my best had I advanced, but I couldn’t even accomplish that.”

Which begged the question of why you applied. The higher title and pay would’ve been nice for recognition and comfortability. You believed you earned it. But was it what you wanted to do for the rest of your life? Was that your path when you looked toward your future?

You hadn’t taken into account your own desires and values.

“Hey,” he said softer than before. “I wasn’t trying to-”

“And say I do try and write for real. How can I even enjoy this adventure knowing I'm probably just going to fail again?” You asked in a small voice.

How many hits could you take before your armor cracked?

Bucky's jaw clenched. “And that's exactly why I'm glad you finally quit. You've had so many people over your head telling you that what you do isn't enough to achieve what you want. And now you believe it,” he said, his hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough that you feared he’d bend it with his strength. “Fuck that and fuck them for making you feel that way.”

Your mouth fell open as you stared, his fury for and defense of you making your chest tighten. “I…”

“Why can’t you be a writer, huh? Why not try? You’re talented and I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. That’s where your heart is and it shows with every word,” He pressed, knowing you put your whole self into your creative outlet. “And, listen, we have money set aside for the time being and more than enough for this excursion. So I don’t care if writing doesn’t pay the bills for a while as long as you’re happy and doing what you’re passionate about. We’ll have each other and that’s enough in my eyes.”

Contemplating his words, you had to give him credit. The job wasn’t something you did because you were passionate about it. You did it because it was safe and expected of you when in many ways it held you back. Besides, what did you have to lose at this point? If you didn’t try, you’d never know. You’d look back one day and regret it if you let the chance pass you by.

Why not do something impulsive?

Why not make the most out of the moment you were in?

“Okay. You’re right. I should try to write and we should go,” you nodded, taking a deep breath. “Let’s grab a few things and see where this trip takes us.”

“There she is,” he smiled over at you, making your heart swell. “There’s my Firecracker.”

The nickname would always warm your heart. “You know, this actually sounds a bit like that book idea I had the other day,” you said, excitement seeping through your veins. Your fingers twitched a bit, too, with the urge to write. “Do you remember? I told you about it while we were eating pizza.”

Bucky took one hand from the steering wheel to grab yours. “I remember everything you've ever said.”

“Flattery will get you everything, Daredevil,” you said, biting your lip to keep from smiling too wide. “So, we're really doing this. We're just leaving?”

“Not just leaving. We're taking a long overdue road trip," he says, bringing your hand to his mouth to kiss it. “You deserve it.”

“We both do,” you said, the uncertainty leaving your body more with each passing second. You even turned off your phone so you wouldn’t be tempted to look at any emails or messages. “We deserve to live today like there’s no tomorrow.”

“‘Like there’s no tomorrow’,” Bucky quoted back to you with a hum. “Sounds like a good book title.’

“I’ll have to write it down so I don’t forget,” you smiled, linking your fingers together. “And don’t forget your journal, too. I don’t want you to miss a thing.”

“I won’t forget it,” he promised.

“Bucky?” You asked, swallowing as he gazed over at you. “Thank you. Really.”

It felt like you could breathe again without a weight in your chest. You didn't feel perfect, but you felt good. All thanks to him. You didn’t know what you’d do without him.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby, but I should thank you for letting me take you away,” he winked, keeping your hand in his as he faced forward again. “Makes me feel like a real hero, even though you wouldn't let me storm the castle.”

Oh, he wanted so badly to go off on your manager, but there was no need. “You are a hero,” you said. He saved you without knowing. “But try not to speed, Daredevil. I don’t want us to get pulled over before we get started.”

He groaned, but nodded as he let off the gas. “I’ll try not to speed. Need to make sure I get you to where we’re going safely.”

“I trust you.”

You would find out soon enough that Bucky had a list of things written in his journal that he planned to do with you on this trip. Everything you had ever said in passing that you wanted to do or try, but never could because of work. Because he paid attention to you. And you were right.

You deserved to live today like there’s no tomorrow.

And he wanted to be by your side while you lived your best life.

So, lovelies, where are they doing on their trip first? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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dodgermd · 5 years

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Okay, but like I'm so close to dressing in some black pjs and put on a stupid scarf and go beat the fucking crap outta these shitheads who think it's necessary to fire damn bangers like a week before new year's. I'm gonna get ya! Leave my city you morons and rip off your hands scaring every animal and little kid somewhere else!

#i hate fireworks #i hate firecrackers #stop scaring animals #stop scaring little kids #I'm about to go daredevil #marvel's daredevil #sorry I has an angry

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solemnly-mischievous · 2 years

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a slow day || matt murdock

It's a slow day in Hell's Kitchen, and you decide to bother Matt about it. He fixes the problem.

it's been a while! i've missed you guys. here's some daredevil content (finally branching out after a good while of promising to do so) - i'll catch up with hp requests soon! :)

contains: d/s, praise, degradation, thigh riding, slight edging, slight themes of exhibitionism and verbal humiliation, matt is soft and nice and caring though! it's just the right mix, fluff

word count: 2.8k

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It's a slow day in Hell's Kitchen, and you were getting bored.

It wasn't to say that Hell's Kitchen was boring. It wasn't to say that the office was boring (in fact, Foggy barged into Matt's office earlier and said something about firecrackers and arson, which sounded promising). It wasn't even to say that the day was boring.

No, you're just bored.

Matt doesn't seem to share your sentiment. He seems perfectly content at his desk, recordings playing from his laptop, deep in thought. He's working a new case—a new case that was a bit tough, according to him, but nothing he couldn't handle.

Of course he could handle it. Matt Murdock is nothing if not relentless.

But right now, in your opinion, he's relentless in the wrong direction. (The right direction, of course, would be your direction.)

You've been leaning against the doorway of his office for a while now, simply watching him work. The way his fingers rest on the armrests of his chair, the way he tilts his head every now and then as if he was listening to the busy streets of the city, the way his hair ruffled as he pushes it back unconsciously—you see it all, and you drink it all in.

Matt Murdock is possibly one of, if not the most, attractive men you've ever seen. And he's yours, all yours—and aren't you just the luckiest person in the universe for that?

"Like what you see?" Matt's voice cuts through your reverie, and you blink a few times. You see him smirk, glasses hanging precariously low on his nose, flashing in the afternoon sun.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say, teasingly.

"Mm. Yeah, sure. Like you haven't been standing there for five minutes, doing nothing but staring." His tone is equally playful, and he reaches out to pause the recordings. Foggy often joked that you were the only one that could get Matt away from his work—and it was probably an accurate joke.

"Maybe I was staring at the ungodly amount of paperwork you have balancing at the edge of your desk," you return. "Why do you keep them there, anyway? Trophies?"

"I forget to get rid of them. It's not like they're an eyesore," he jokes, and you huff out a laugh. "What's up, sweetheart?"

There it is—sweetheart. His casual New Yorker accent saturates the word, syllables curling and ending too soon. It's a pet name he's only recently taken to calling you, and you've long suspected it's because he knows how your breath hitches whenever he uses it.

"I'm bored," you murmur, leaning your head dramatically against the doorframe. "It's a slow day and I'm bored."

"Poor baby." Matt's tone is laughing. "All the crime and murder not enough for you?"

"Yeah, it's really become dull these past days," you deadpan. "I think we should get some domestic terrorism in the mix, really spice it up a bit."

Matt laughs now, a rich sound you'd give the world to hear over and over again. "I'll be sure to leak your complaints to the darkest depths of Hell's Kitchen. I'm sure some amateur criminal would be delighted to accommodate you."

"I'd be flattered," you fake-sigh. "They know how to treat a lady."

"Oh?" His eyebrows flicker upward. "You insinuating that I don't, now?"

"I'd never imply such a thing," you say, knowing full well you are.

"Hm." Matt's lips crook in a sideways smile. "I see how it is."

You feel bored. You feel bold. You feel like challenging him just a little bit, pushing him just to see what he'll give back to you. "Oh, you do now?"

"I think I do." He's full on smiling now, and it's a slow promising smile that makes you shudder, just a bit. "You're bored, and you want me to do something about it, don't you?"

You squirm a bit, blushing. "Well, that would certainly be ideal."

"And what would you like me to do?" His tone is dark, suggestive, and some part of you wants to shout with joy because oh, Matt Murdock wants to play.

"I don't know," you say. "What would you like to do to me, hm?"

"What would I like to do to you?" Matt tilts his head. Listening. Checking to make sure there was no one else in the office. "I'd like to sit you up on this desk, spread your thighs apart, and eat you out until all you can do is whine my name. Think you'd be bored then?"

Your breath gets stuck in your throat and your heartbeat quickens exponentially, which only leads to Matt laughing at you—at how easily you get riled up by his words.

"I—no," you manage, not very eloquently because now all you can think of is Matt's fingers digging into your thighs, his tongue doing illegal things, his soft rumble of a laugh as you clutch his hair and moan.

"No, I shouldn't do that? No, you wouldn't be bored?"

"I—I wouldn't be bored," you say quickly.

"Good," Matt says, sounding amused. Sounding wicked. "But alas, I'm busy. Busy with all this paperwork. And the case, of course—can't forget about the case."

Huh?

"But—"

"But?" And there's a grin in his voice, the fucker. "What, you wouldn't want to keep me from serving the citizens suffering from injustice, would you?"

You want to throttle him. "I—no?"

"Good," Matt says. "But now that you mention it, I think I'm getting a little bored as well. C'mere."

Your mind is a blur of arousal and confusion but you obey, walking over to Matt and letting him pull you onto his lap. Your legs go around him, your crotch pressed right onto his thigh, and that tiniest bit of friction makes you want more.

So you buck your hips a bit, and Matt tsks, reaching out to steady you. "None of that."

"But—"

"Shh." And then he resumes the recording, his and Foggy's voice overlapping with some witness', and you stifle the urge to whimper in frustration, instead choosing to lean your head against Matt's shoulder and listen to the steady beat of his heart.

But then Matt drops a hand down to your thigh and begins touching you in teasing short caresses, smoothing his palm out against your legs and moving them upwards, pushing your skirt up. You try to press up into his touch, wanting more.

He pushes you back into place. "Don't move."

"Matt—"

"Shh," he says again, softly but firmly. "I gotta listen to this, alright? Be good."

Be good. You would. You could.

His hands continue their soft journey up your thighs, under your skirt, teasing with the hem of your panties. You breathe out harshly, trying to get him to take the hint already.

Matt does not take the hint. Instead, Matt hums softly and takes his hands off of you entirely.

The prick.

So you play a bit dirty and grind up against him, against where you can feel him pressing into you, already worked up as well despite how unruffled he looks. Your crotch presses against him and he inhales, sharply, his heightened senses working against him.

“You teasing now, hm?” Matt asks in a low voice, soft and dark against your ear.

“I would never,” you lie, and he chuckles before reaching up to circle your jaw with his hand, tugging your face closer to his and pressing a slow, languid kiss to your lips.

"You're wearing that chapstick I like," Matt murmurs, pulling away. His tongue flickers out to taste his lips, as if still chasing the taste of you.

"It wasn't like I chose it for you," you maintain, once again being untruthful. "You know, the world sometimes isn't all about you."

"I'd beg to differ." His tone is warm, amused.

You bite back a laugh. "Then beg."

"Mm, I'd watch your tone now if I were you." Matt shifts in his seat, ever-so-slightly, but even that's sufficient to put enough friction on your cunt that you let out a small whine. "Might wanna be nice if you wanna get what you need, baby."

"Sorry," you gasp. "Sorry, please."

"Please, what?" He brings a hand up to stroke your face, his hips doing just the barest movements to keep you stimulated and wanting. "What do you need, hm? Tell me."

"Need—need you," you try.

"And you have me."

"Need your touch—"

"Which you also have." Stupid lawyer logic, showing up at the worst times.

"Need your cock, please, Matt," you breathe, grinding up against him again, already soaking wet in your panties. With you only wearing a skirt, your slick's probably already soaked through to his pants by now.

And it has. "So wet for me, aren't you, sweetheart?" Matt teases. "Haven't even touched your clit yet and I can already feel you soaking through my pants, like the needy little whore you are."

You groan in pleasure at his words. "Fuck—'m not—"

"Not wet? Not needy?" His voice lowers, dark and smooth. "Not a whore?"

You whimper. "I—"

"You what, hm?" Matt scoffs, the sound going straight to your cunt. Despite his harsh tone, there's a hand working its way into your skirt again, this time circling light touches through soaked fabric around your sensitive clit.

He continues, "You're begging for my cock while we're still at the office, where anyone can walk in at any time, whether it be Foggy or Karen or other clients; you're begging me to ruin you just because I whispered dirty things into your ears and touched you a little bit. Tell me—what does that make you?"

"It—I... a whore, Matt, please," you whisper, pushing your hips into his touch and whining when he finally takes the slightest bit of mercy on you, drawing aside the elastic of your panties and swiftly sinking a finger into your soaked cunt. "Oh, god."

"What was that?" Matt starts working his finger slowly, in and out, enough to keep you desperate but not enough to get you anywhere.

"Sorry," you manage, having slipped up. No blasphemy.

"That's right. Pretty whores like you don't need God, do they?" His thumb circles your clit and keeps you soaked wet with pleasure as his middle finger joins his index, slowly pushing into you. "No. No, all they need is a good, proper fuck."

"Yes, yes, please," you gasp, moving your hips in tandem with his movements, all but riding his fingers. With how worked up you are, all the teasing words and touches and now overwhelming pleasure, you're quickly reaching your edge. Just a little more.

"But," Matt says, withdrawing his touch entirely, suddenly, "we're still at work."

You keen at the loss of contact, whining with frustration. "But—"

"No." It's a tone that allows no argument. And you know, full well, how much of a stubborn bastard Matt Murdock is. That whatever game he's playing, he's going to get what he wants—even if what he wants seems to be to tease you out of your mind.

But you're desperate and needy and dripping, so you venture an attempt anyway.

"Please," you whisper to a seemingly unconcerned Matt.

"Please?" Matt hums softly. "You want to feel good? You want to come?"

"Yes, please."

A short pause, as if he were deliberating. Then a small laugh, as if a thought amused him.

"Alright then," Matt says, casual and airy. You pause in confusion—no way it was that easy. "You wanna get off so bad, hm?"

He pushes his leg up against you, against your clothed cunt that was so soaked through it was practically bared, and grinds his thigh into your sensitive clit, relishing in the sound of your groan.

"Ride my thigh."

The world stutters to a stop. "Huh?"

"You heard me." Matt murmurs, hands going around to circle your waist, pressing possessive touches into bared skin where your blouse rode up. "You wanna come so bad, you're going to have to do it yourself."

You whine in protest—not at the idea of riding his thigh, which was (as everything is about Matt Murdock) insanely hot, but at the idea of him not fucking you.

A thought strikes you. "But—but what if someone sees?"

He huffs out a short laugh, pulling you closer to his chest. "Weren't so worried about that when you were begging me to fuck you on this desk, were you?"

"Circumstances have changed," you try, and Matt chuckles again.

"No one will see," he reassures you, tone softer—breaking from his dominant character for just a second. "And I'll let you know if anyone's in the building, before they even reach the office. If you don't want to do it, that's okay. It's always okay."

Once again, you praise whatever God there was for just how goddamn lucky you are to have him.

"Okay?" Matt repeats, gentle and patient.

"Okay," you agree, slowly getting wet from the anticipation. You lean forward and kiss him, hard, and both of you groan into the kiss—the sound going straight to your arousal. You start moving your hips, pressing your cunt into the smooth material of Matt's trousers, rolling your body against his.

"That's it," Matt murmurs, pushing his leg up against you to give you more delicious friction. "There we go, so good for me."

You whine at the praise, at the pleasure, and he smirks at the pretty sounds you make. He's always loved hearing you moan.

"C'mon, make yourself feel good." Matt slips his right hand into your blouse, reaching up till he cups you through your bra—his left hand slides up, cupping your cheek and sliding down to rest around your neck. Not to choke you—just to have you feel the warmth of his touch.

"Riding my thigh just because I'm too busy to fuck you, isn't that right?" Matt's voice is more of a mocking coo, faux-sympathy dripping down his words. You whimper at it, the condescension, but it only makes your hips move faster. "So eager, so desperate."

His fingers trace the outline of your lips, your jawline, the way your throat bobs as you swallow down a moan. You lean into his touch, and he reciprocates, cupping your face tenderly and pulling you close to tease your lips with the barest touch of his.

"That's it," Matt repeats, soft and gentle as you let out a pleasured moan when he jerks his thigh up to meet your clit. "Fuck, you sound so pretty, sweetheart."

"Matt—Matt, I'm—close," you gasp, already worked up from the teasing and edging he'd put you through earlier. "Can I—can I please—"

And for a second you think he might tease more, just to hear you whimper, but then Matt presses his leg up against you—coaxing one more pleasured whine from your throat—and leans in so his lips are right next to your ear.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he murmurs into your ear, and you do, letting out a low moan as your hips stutter and your orgasm washes over you, your thighs and legs trembling as the pleasure rushes through you in an overwhelming burst.

Matt eases you through it. His leg moves against you to help you ride out the orgasm, and you let out small sounds of alternating bliss and overstimulation as he does so.

"Okay, okay—too much," you whisper as the overstimulation comes out on top. Matt hums in acknowledgement, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and stilling his movements.

"Alright?" he asks, pulling back. His tone is gentle and worried, and his hands come up to trace your facial features carefully—his way of seeing if you were uncomfortable or overwhelmed.

You nod, taking comfort from his light touch and leaning forward so your head rests on his shoulder. The movement jostles you, and a shudder of overstimulation runs through you, but soon you're comfortably nestled against Matt's chest. "All good."

"Good, you did so good, so perfect for me, sweetheart," Matt praises, and you smile and bury your face in his shirt. He smells like coffee and the shampoo he keeps back in his apartment.

"Stay," you mumble into the soft fabric, eyelids already a little heavy. That was normal—drowsiness is a common occurrence after orgasms, after all. You feel, rather than hear, him laugh softly, and his hands come up to rest against your back—a grounding presence.

"Stay," Matt agrees, taking care to not move his legs too much as he pulls his chair closer to his desk. "You can stay as long as you want, sweetheart. Keep me company. Rest a while."

"Mhm," you hum, already drifting off a little. "Rest sounds good."

"Sure does." His voice is affectionate, amused, and you make a sound of happy assent against him before your eyes slowly slide shut.

You doze off to the sound of Matt's calm breathing, steady heartbeat, and the warmth of his hand never once leaving your back.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader smut #matt murdock drabble #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil smut #daredevil x reader smut #matt murdock imagine #daredevil imagine

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911bts · 2 years

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What We Know: 5B Edition (Part Two)

You can find part one here. It has all the official episode details.

There's two new reoccuring characters (the duration of them being around is undetermined)

Lucy Donato:

played by Arielle Kebbel

Lucy is a fellow firefigher, who is working at firehouse 147. She is described as "super confident and fearless." They also say she's "as quick at making life or death decisions as she is at speaking her mind." She's playing opposite Buck and has been called "a daredevil counterpart" to him.

Tim has described her as a "female Buck". He also says "She's tough, she's enthusiastic and she's a bit of an adrenaline junkie. She's also a little more seasoned than Buck in some ways."

Kebbel has described her as a firecracker. She also talked about some stunts Lucy has done so far. Her character's intro is a stunt where she jumps onto a moving truck on a freeway.

We know she's around at least up to 5x15 "Fomo"

Jonah Greenway:

played by Bryce Durfee

Jonah comes on the show to be replacement paramedic while Chimney is looking for Maddie. He's described as "bright, observant, and has a short tolerance for BS," We also Hen struggles to accept him.

Oliver Interviews:

After Eddie leaves the 118, Buck struggles with what this means for the team and their partnership. (x)

"Buck has a block when it comes to understanding why Eddie would want to do it long term." (but he'll have to get used to not having his partner by his side).

Eddie leaving gives him time to deal with the trauma he's exprienced over the last year.

A "huge wrench" is thrown into Buck and Taylor's relationship in 5x11. (x)

"Fun Buck" is making a return.

We should be seeing a Buck and Chris scene in 5x11. (x)

We also are going to see a Buck and Chris scene in 5x14. (x)

Buck and Jee-Yun scenes should be coming.

Maddie and Chimney will be back in the first few episodes.

Buck has a rope rescue (seen in this promo) in 5x14.

There's trauma exploration coming up for some characters.

Tim Interviews:

There won't be a full crossover but there will be some little crossover moments.

In response to a question about Eddie leaving the show, he talks about the tsunami arc and how the purpose to what these shows do is reunite people. (x)

Claudette isn't planned to be a long term character, but the door is always open to bring her back in some way.

#911 fox #911 spoilers #what we know #i might do a third one for bts content

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in-my-soul-arch · 3 years

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Faithless

She’s totally tragic.The whole key to Faith is that she’s in pain. If you took that away, she would be a monster. But she’s so lonely and so desperate, and all of her toughness comes out of trying to cover that. That’s what real monsters are made of. No one thinks they’re really a monster. So she’s always looking for a family and always coming up short and making these horrible choices, and it drove her insane. She’s the most faithless character on the show which is ironic. She doesn’t trust herself or anyone around her. (Petrie)

Lonely

Faith wants to be loved -more than anything- but she’s afraid of love, because that would mean she’d have to open up enough to let anyone in. It also means she would have to trust someone. She’s too scared to get that close to anyone, and so she fights herself on every step of the way.

Rejection

Faith can’t handle rejection. Every time someone doesn’t want her physically or rejects her in some way, it confirms everything she believes about herself and destroys her a little bit more. These are the times Faith doesn’t fight, but runs away.

Intimacy

Intimacy scares Faith more than anything else. Kissing and sex is not an issue, but from the moment there is some sort of emotional connection, she freaks. She’ll want to run away, because if she gives in, it means she can get hurt. She can’t let anyone hurt her anymore.

Firecracker

Her parents fought all the time, and ever since she was five years old, it’s always been her and her mom. The woman was a mean drunk, who practically ignored Faith or at other times, hurt her. She’d call Faith her little Firecracker, because Faith couldn’t keep still, and always did daredevil things, even from an early age. It was her cry for attention, but her mother never figured that out, too focused on the bottle. Faith can’t hear that name without being reminded of her childhood.

Redemption

Angel showed her the way, and she doesn’t do evil anymore, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel it crawling underneath her skin. It’s a constant struggle not to lash out, to think of others first and to help them, when she knows they don’t even like her. She’s haunted by her past, and scared of her future, but she continues to battle herself, hoping one day the pain will go away and she will be redeemed.

Slaying

There’s only one thing Faith loves doing more than Slaying and we all know what that is. When she’s kicking some demon/vampire butt, she feels sure of herself, knowing nothing can take her. She’s the strongest, quickest and she just loves showing that off. It’s a great way to get rid of the frustrations of every day life and a good work out. What’s there not to love about her job? The only thing is, it comes awfully close to the darkness she’s trying to stay away from, after all, her strength and Slayer powers come from a place of darkness, and while fighting, it’s never more obvious. The superiority and satisfaction she feels feeding her sickness.

Sex

Sex is Faith’s favorite thing in the whole wide world. It’s the perfect dessert to a night of Slaying, and fighting always gets her horny and riled up, so whoever’s around is about to get lucky then. She uses sex to numb her pain, to hide from everything too. It’s an escape. And most of all, sex is fun! From vanilla to chocolate, as long as she gets her fill it’s a-okay. Of course, she prefers rough…But she’ll do it all…Just don’t ask Faith to feel, or she’s gone. Sex is nothing but that -sex.

Weakness

Buffy is her greatest weakness, the one she loves and hates the most. They can’t exist together, but they are co-dependent nonetheless. Some might even say Faith has a bit of a crush on Buffy, but she can’t get over the fact that the other Slayer has everything she ever wanted. That doesn’t mean Faith won’t go through fire to protect and save Buffy. B means too much to her. It’s twisted, and she can’t make sense of it, but that’s just the way things are.

Sexuality

Faith doesn’t make much of a distinction. If she sees something she wants, she’ll go for it, and it doesn’t matter to her whether it’s a boy or a girl or genderneutral. In general, she does tend to go with the males more often than girls, but there’s nothing a guy can do that a hot chick with the right tool can’t either.

#damn #going through that blog gave me feels #and i'm using some of the hc again bc yes #so yeah #hc:faith

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