#i DIDNT have the guts to block him out in blue

[dadrawingducks-blog]

you are hotter than the sun . and it bothers the floW of electrons bouncing in your brain !

#i DIDNT have the guts to block him out in blue #i have one more of these but #Later. #the psiioniic #📒2023 #my art

[aeonianadipose]

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Send 🕳 for your muse to fuck my muse's navel

After one straight month of bitching at eachother about anime the inevitable happened, they became caliginous with each other. When her lust finally couldnt be held back the Demoness plucked Sollux from whatever timeline he was in to her. With the disdain and cruelty expected of her she didnt bother giving him an air bubble with her powers, instead letting him figure it out as he asphyxiated.

"Y0u've spent en0ugh w0rds pissing me off. N0w fuck me!"

The demoness roars at Sollux, her rumble spheres violently erupting as if they were going to shake themselves apart from how deep and powerful her bellow was.

"fucking hell, i didn't figure y0u could think ab0ut anything that wasn't fo0d let alone fucking!" After reorienting himself, "s0 lucky i don't have t0 breathe or i'd be stuck with y0ur damn atmosphere."

With a small flick of psionics she tears off his pants. As the various compression and pocket space garments fail his crotch would go from flat to super-trollian to planet crushing in an instant.

"H0ly shit! The fuck didnt y0u tell me that y0ur bulge was actually decently sized!"

The gold tinted bulge was big enough to pleasure almost any planet sized woman, thicker than the earth and nearly as long as Jupiter with balls several times the size of Earth.

With some not so gentle psionic prodding of his insides the Demoness brings his cock to full hardness before ramming it into her gaping navel. Sollux was little more than a dildo to her. Her massive flabby walls gripping the planet cracking bulge, pushing and pulling against it as it jackhammered against her astronomical gut. Each slam of his cum packed balls sending waves out along her body, and freeing up the occasional belch.

Time would seem to drag on infinitely for Sollux as the Demoness did just that. Having him fuck her planet dwarfing rolls for aeons and all those orgasms he wouldve had held back in his swelling balls. The massive orbs churning and growing with an entire solar systems worth of seed until she was satisfied when they reached her size. Pulling his hyper rod out she finally releases the psionic block and lets him cum all over her.

Blue and red sparks flash all along his length as a coronal mass ejection dwarfing burst erupts from his tip. Similar to the Sun, yellow apocalyptic streams of cum spray all over the Demoness, sending her entire mass wobbling from the impacts as countless 'droplets' of all sizes splash out strong enough to escape her gravitational pull with only a minority either raining back down on other parts of her body or forming a ring around her. When the immense goldblood meat is finally exhausted the Demoness is almost completely painted yellow with a ring of cum orbiting around her wide enough that it could actually function as a skirt for her.

"Seems y0ure n0t c0mpletely useless~. Ill keep in t0uch."

And before Sollux could reply he was appearified back to his hive.

#rp #contaiinedarmageddon2 #tumblr didnt have yell0w #im sure y0u d0nt mind 0range #divine revelati0ns

[roseworth]

mind trap one shot :^)

heyo here's a little bit of mind trap angst just because im bored idk

honestly theres almost no context to this, basically i just wanted him to be controlled by the mind trap lol. the reason he can be controlled is that as a member of the royal bloodline of the dark kingdom hes automatically sworn to the moonstone (tbh i didnt put a lot of thought into it but neither did the writers when they wrote the mind trap so its fine lol)

(ps im gonna be real with you guys i dont really know the difference between a drabble, a ficlet, and a oneshot. i was gonna call this a ficlet but i was scared of being wrong so i figured oneshot is the safest option)

word count: 1873 

characters: eugene & rapunzel

description: Eugene gets taken over by the Mind Trap. Rapunzel needs to find a way to get him back before it’s too late.

note: this takes place sometime during plus est en vous. theyre in the throne room alone. idk just dont think about it too hard

Everything seemed to stop for a moment. Rapunzel felt like her body was frozen in place as Eugene turned around, his eyes glowing electric blue.

“Eugene?” she whispered hesitantly as he stepped closer. Something in her brain was telling her to back away, but it was like her feet were frozen to the ground. He took another step closer and drew his sword.

She released her hair from her braid and held it up just in time to block his sword from hitting her. He glared at her wordlessly and went to swing again, which she once again blocked.

“Eugene, I- I don’t know what to- you- how…” she stuttered helplessly as she started to stumble backwards. His gaze didn’t change at all.

“Tell you what,” he said finally, crossing his arms. “If you give up now, I’ll give you a quick and painless death.”

She felt her eyes fill with tears as she shook her head. “I won’t give up, you know that.”

He smirked. “I know, but it was worth a shot.”

This made her feel even worse. She couldn’t even tell herself that he didn’t know her or didn’t recognize her. Now she knew that he still remembered her even as he was attacking her.

Maybe that means there’s a chance to get through to him, she thought, but quickly shoved it away. She didn’t want to bother getting her hopes up like that while he was still trying to hurt her.

She didn’t really know anything about the Mind Trap or how to free someone from it. Heck, she didn’t even know why Eugene was being controlled by it, but she didn’t exactly have the opportunity to figure that out right now.

She dodged another attack from him and backed away to put distance in between the two of them, trying to think of some semblance of a plan. She couldn’t keep blocking and dodging him forever, but there was no way she could let herself even try to hurt him. The Mind Trap was still all the way in Cassandra’s tower, and she wasn’t sure if she would even be able to get out of the castle, let alone all the way to the tower.

“Aw, Sunshine, I’m almost disappointed,” he sneered. The nickname that she normally loved now felt like a punch in the gut as he said it. “I’ve seen you do better than this. I mean, come on, you’ve hit me with your frying pan more times normally than you are now.” She didn’t respond as she brought up her hair to block yet another one of his hits.

Even if she did fight back, there was no way she could win. She assumed they might be evenly matched ordinarily, but ordinarily he wasn’t fighting to kill.

Thinking about that made her feel almost nauseous. The person she loved more than anything else was now trying to kill her (or at least being used as a vessel to kill her).

“One of us is going to have to stop eventually,” he remarked. His voice had the cadence of a joke, but his expression said otherwise.

“And I’ve never been one to give up,” Rapunzel retorted.

“I know. I think under normal circumstances I would like that about you. Right now, though, it’s already getting to be a pain.”

It felt like her heart had been torn out of her chest the more he said things like that. It felt like he was already killing her knowing that something in him recognized her right now and still chose to attack. Not chose, she reminded herself. He has no control over this.

Looking into his glowing blue eyes, she thought about the way they usually were. His warm brown eyes and his soft expressions seemed like a distant memory compared to what was staring back at her now.

Just moments ago she had kissed him, and somewhere in the back of her mind wondered if that had been the last time she ever would. “No,” she whispered aloud. That wouldn’t be the last, she could fix this.

She just needed a plan. The Mind Trap reacted to the Moonstone, and she had the power of the Sundrop, there had to be something she could do. Worth a shot.

Her eyes fell shut as she channeled the Sundrop’s power. There was a burst of light around her as her hair lit up, causing a wave of energy.

She opened her eyes to see Eugene had been knocked to the floor. She wanted to run to him, but opted to keep her distance. She watched as he sat up and rubbed his head, his eyes closed.

And she felt her heart sink as he opened them and they were still just as blue as before.

“Nice to see you’re finally on the attack, Blondie,” he mocked. “Too bad it wasn’t enough.”

He lifted himself back onto his feet and scowled. She wished this would all stop. She wished everything could just go back to normal. She wanted so badly to hold out hope, but she was out of ideas.

“I’m not going to fight you,” she insisted, trying to ignore the way tears were starting to spill out of her eyes. She met his intense stare with one of her own as he moved towards her.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, Sunshine,” he grinned coolly. Again, the usually affectionate nickname made her stomach churn as her tears continued to stream down her face. He stood inches away from her, neither of them moving. It was taking everything to keep herself from running towards him, looking for comfort that she wouldn’t find.

As he tightened his grip on his sword once more, she reached for her hair only to find out that he was pressing his foot on it, keeping it in place. He smirked at her. “You lost your defense,” he taunted callously. She tried to tug her hair away, but he was keeping a firm hold on it.

“Eugene…” she said quietly. Everything felt numb as she imagined him as the man he really was instead of the one who was about to kill her. The man who was always there for her no matter what happened. The man who had saved her in more ways than anyone could understand. That man wasn’t the person standing over her right now, lifting his sword above his head to strike.

“Eugene,” she said again, louder this time. “I don’t know if the real you can hear me, but I just need you to know that I know this isn’t you. And I love you so much.”

She thought for a moment that she saw him falter, but gave up her wishful thinking as the sword came closer to her. She squeezed her eyes shut as the love of her life was about to end it.

Nothing happened.

For a split second, she wondered why she was never hit.

Then she heard him cry out in pain.

Her eyes shot open to see that he was crumpled on the ground, his own sword stabbed through his leg. He pulled the sword out and threw it across the room.

“Eugene!” she yelled, dropping to her knees next to him. She looked at his face and was beyond relieved to be met with brown eyes looking back at her affectionately. “Eugene, you’re… you’re back,” she sighed happily, getting lost in his eyes and forgetting for a moment about his leg that was still bleeding out.

He tried to smile back at her, but it ended up as more of a grimace in pain, bringing both of them back into reality. “I just- I couldn’t let myself hurt you,” he said, holding back tears. “I’m so sorry.”

She wiped away her own tears and nodded. “I know, I know. It’s okay,” she reassured him, turning her attention back to his leg. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around the wound to try to stop the bleeding. She helped secure it in place and applied pressure on the wound, and he let out a groan as he instinctively tried to move away. She gave him an apologetic look, but continued pressing her hand down on his leg.

“Hey, look at me, it’s gonna be okay,” she soothed, putting her other hand on his cheek. She tried as hard as she could to distract him from the pain. He grabbed her hand and smiled gently.

“I’m so sorry, Sunshine, I couldn’t-”

“It’s okay, I understand. It was the Mind Trap, I know,” she whispered, though she felt a rush of relief in her chest after hearing him say “Sunshine” in a loving way again.

“I don’t know what happened, I just… I suddenly didn’t have control of my body. It was like I was feeling myself move and hearing myself talk and I couldn’t do anything about it. I kept trying to fight it, but…” he trailed off, his eyes starting to fill.

“Don’t worry about it, just focus on me, it’s gonna be okay,” she said as his entire body shuddered from another wave of pain.

“Rapunzel, you have to go,” he urged suddenly. “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold the Mind Trap off for.”

She looked deeply into his eyes, doing her best to stay strong and help him. It was taking all her effort not to break down right then, and she finally gave in. Before she could even think to try to stop herself, she was sobbing into Eugene’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. “I won’t leave you,” she choked out. He squeezed her tighter towards him, his leg now numb to the pain.

“I can’t watch myself hurt you, Sunshine,” he said brokenly as he started to cry too. “It’ll be okay soon, I promise.”

Rapunzel lifted herself up and wiped her tears away. “It’ll be okay,” she repeated through tears. “I’m going to destroy the Mind Trap, then I’ll come right back here.”

He gave her a weak smile, then brought her closer to him again to kiss her. She closed her eyes as she kissed him, hoping that she would be able to keep her word and destroy it. Not just for Eugene, but for everyone. For the members of the Brotherhood that had lost control over their own thoughts. For the others that had loved ones being taken over.

She moved away slightly as she felt Eugene shift in her grasp. She opened her eyes, and her heart shattered as she was once again met with his glowing electric blue eyes. She stood up and backed away from him.

He made an effort to stand up and go after her, but his wounded leg wasn’t doing him any good. Not to mention, even if he could get up, his weapon was still on the other side of the room. He yelled at Rapunzel as she started to run away, but she did her best to tune out what she was saying. She only had one goal in mind now.

“I’ll be back,” she promised quietly, rubbing her eyes as she ran out of the castle. “It’s gonna be okay.”

#rapunzel as everything is falling apart: its gonna be fine :) im fine :) #this was gonna be like half the size it is but i got carried away #also i was gonna post this for fitzfriday but i was busy all day yesterday and couldnt edit it #and i didnt feel like waiting another week bc im impatient #so this is for fitzsaturday 😌 #alright bye love u all #tangled #fanfic #my writing #new dream

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Potions and Princes (Pt.1)

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Virgil never really had much talent, at least not where his family was concerned. His brother Logan was the brightest witch their teachers had ever met, his mother the most beautiful, and his father the most powerful.

And then there was Virgil, utterly useless and utterly pathetic at any and all magical endeavours.

He wasnt even sure he should still be at the boarding school for witches in training, he'd barely passed his entrance exams, Logan always told him that he was better at magic than he gave himself credit for, but Virgil never really believed him.

"I'm telling you Lo, they're gonna kick me out any day now! You graduate next year and then there's nothing stopping them from doing it!" Virgil said, spread out across the couch in the common room.

"Virgil, they're not going to kick you out just because I'm not here, you've been performing magic perfectly well for a sixteen year old witch, and you've still got five years left to improve," Logan said, twirling his wand in his hand and watching the blue and pink waves emanating from the end of it.

"That's easy for you to say, you've never had a problem getting a spell to work or a potion to mix correctly," Virgil said, pouting slightly.

"I think you're perfectly attentive with potions," Logan replied, spinning his wand in a quick circle to cancel the spell and putting it back in his pocket.

"Clearly you've never actually watched me make a potion," Virgil replied, grimacing.

"Well, you have some of the highest potion marks you can get, so clearly you must be doing something right," Logan continued.

Virgil paused for a few seconds, fidgeting with the hem of his black skirt.

"Can we talk about something else. . ." Virgil said finally.

"Of course," Logan said, sitting down next to Virgil and moving so Virgil's head was resting in his lap.

"How'd that meeting about your top surgery spell go?" Virgil said.

"Swimmingly," Logan said, a grin spreading across his face.

Logan and Virgil were similar in a lot of ways, but they were also very different. Whereas Virgil could go ages without a hair cut, wear skirts, and didnt mind not having his binder on, Logan wouldnt be caught dead dressed femininly, Virgil liked the darker aspects of magic, those made Logan shudder just to read about, Virgil laughed at just about anything, it took a very well times joke to get Logan to laugh, Logan had a loving boyfriend named Emile, and Virgil was so undesirable that not even a toadstool would've chanced him.

"That's good, how do you feel?" Virgil asked.

"Its a little sore, but it wouldve been like that without magic to," Logan answered

"I'm just glad your happy," Virgil said, smiling.

"Have you written to mom and dad yet?" Logan said.

"No. . ." Virgil replied. It wasnt that he didnt like exchanging letters with his parents, but they always wanted to talk about his classes and his marks, never how he was feeling or if he'd made any friends.

Granted, Virgil hadn't made any friends, he was just as lonely now as he had been when he started attending the school at age six.

But none of that was helped by his status in relation to the most famous family of witches in the millennia.

Roman Prince-Duke and Remus Duke-Prince were the most coveted pair of twins from the moment they made their availability known. Within the year Remus had found himself smitten with one Patton Boleyn, but Roman was still very much available.

Not that it mattered since he practically hated Virgil's guts. He'd glare at Virgil when he walked into the room, whisper about him when Virgil thought he wasnt listening, and would absolutely lose his mind if they had to work together.

So Virgil had given up hope of being noticed positively by the handsome prince, because Roman had made it very clear where he stood on Virgil's existence.

Virgil awoke the next morning twice as exhausted as he'd been when he went to bed. This was of course, perfectly normal form him, he never got sleep, that was just how he worked.

He checked the schedule on the side of his bed and felt his heart sink as he read his first class of the day, dueling.

Virgil was a complete disaster when it came to duels, he couldnt focus enough to get any spells to work right and he was always so busy thinking about spells that he never remembered to block them.

The sinking feeling in his chest was only amplified once he read over his partner for today's duel. Roman, of course it had to be Roman. Roman with the smile that could stun better than any form of magic, Roman with the brain that could come up with a new spell within seconds, Roman that could block any attack with a flick of his wrist.

Virgil began mentally preparing his will as he walked inside the building.

"I cant duel with him! Are you sure theres no way to change the pairings?" Virgil froze as he overheard Roman's voice talking to the instructor, he sounded scared, maybe even upset. But Virgil just assumed he was imagining things and moved on.

He barely paid attention to the other duels until his name was called, only then did he finally look up to the stage.

He felt numb as he stepped up to the center, and even worse as he watched Roman approach from the other end. He wanted to curl up in his overly-large sweater and disappear into the abyss.

"On my count, the duel will begin in five!" Virgil's grip on his wand tightened.

"Four!" He watched as Roman dug his feet into the wood.

"Three!" Dear gods why was he smirking? Did he have to be smirking?

"Two!" Virgil tried to keep himself focussed.

"One!" A flash of light, sparks, and then it all disappeared.

And in the center of the smoke, was a small, red and white, frog.

Oh gods oh gods oh gods nonononono please tell me someone else did that nonononono this cant be happening- Virgil's mind was racing as he watched the teachers rush over to what had been Roman mere seconds ago. He wanted to run, he heard yelling, angry yelling, he felt things being thrown, heard people getting their wands out.

The teachers made quick work of getting Roman back to normal, and Virgil had rushed out of the room almost as soon as he saw the shock on Roman's face.

"Virgil!-" Roman called after him, but Virgil was already rushing across the grounds back to his dorm, he didnt need to hear anything else about what a horrible witch he was, and he certainly didnt want to risk getting cursed.

He was so busy rushing off in fact, that he barely noticed the figure watching from the tallest tower of the school.

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[shiggi-trash]

dabi x reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: blood, a little gore-y

a/n: it has pained me to wait over a month to post this lol but i’m so happy it’s finally here !! thank you @onyxiana-is-obsessed for making the banners !! 💕

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The interactions with your neighbors since moving into your apartment building had been little to none, except for the guy who lived next to you. You would rarely ever see him though, usually it was when you were coming home from work and he would be leaving.

The groan that left your lips was heavy, closing your eyes to collect yourself after a long day of work before bending down to pick up your keys. Of course today of all days your lock was giving you trouble.

“Long day doll?”

You jumped, keys dropping again in the process as the voice came from next to you. Looking over at the man leaning against the doorway next to yours, only for your mind to go completely blank.

He was hot, like smoking model hot. And oh god his eyes, the gorgeous blue that popped against his dark hair and heavy scarring on his face.

Suddenly you realized you were staring, eyes going wide as you felt your face heat up. “Oh um yeah.”

He chuckled as he walked off, hands in his pocket as he left you fumbling to open your door again. That basically summed up your relationship other than that there were no real conversations, just stolen glances as he left his apartment and you entered yours.

You thought about him a lot, his blue eyes, lean body, slender hands and piercings, you wondered where he got his scars, not that you would ever ask him. But he intrigued you, he was mysterious, he was quite unusual for someone who looked as good as he did, he left at night and didn’t come back until the sun was up.

For a while you jokingly told your friends you lived next to a vampire but for all you knew he might as well have been. You wanted to get to know him better but you didn’t really have an in.

That was until your fire alarm wouldn’t stop beeping. You groaned, throwing off your bed sheets, your landlord said he couldn’t come fix it for a day or two but that meant a week and you couldn’t sleep like this.

The reasoning behind going to his apartment was stupid, from what you knew of his schedule he was gone by now and wouldn’t be back til morning but still, he was the only option and you had to try.

Now that you were standing in front of his door with your pajamas on you felt a little ridiculous, of course he wouldn’t answer or even know what to do but either way you knocked. Only to have to door open itself.

A little pit formed in your stomach, that wasn’t normal. Standing there you were unsure of what to do, did he just accidentally leave it open or was something wrong ? Peaking your head through the door you decided to atleast check, if he just left it open by mistake then you would go back but if something was wrong you needed to check.

And suddenly you realized you didn’t even know his name. “Hello ?” You called out, looking through the dark apartment. “Is everything okay?”

It was silent in response so you went to leave but you heard a crash. You froze, your mind thinking the worst, that there was a murderer, someone had broken in but it could just be your neighbor, hurt fending off the murderer by himself.

“Hello?” You called again, warily stepping into the apartment. “Are you okay?”

feeling for the light switch you turned it on, getting a clear view of his living room, plain, messy and the most worrying, the trail of blood leading back towards the bedroom.

Walking forward you kept your pace slow, making sure to scan the room for any hidden murderers with knives ready to jump out and kill you.

“I’ll call the cops.”

Standing in front of the bedroom door you hesitated before tapping it with your foot, watching as it swung open with a creak to reveal a dark room, illuminated by a lamp in a corner you couldn’t see.

“Hello?” You stepped inside the room, looking around before landing on a hunched figure sitting on the floor.

“Can’t take a hint huh doll ?” His voice was light toned but strained, trying to hide the pain.

You flipped the light switch, getting a good view of the blood pooling around him. You froze again, head swimming at the sight in front of you.

“What happened?” You spoke but your voice sounded far away.

“Would you believe me if I said It was a bar fight.” He laughed followed by a low groan of pain.

The groan was like a bucket of cold water was splashed over your head. You started to panic because oh god your hot neighbor was going to bleed out in front of you.

“I- uhhh what do I do ? Oh my god you’re going to bleed out and it’s going to be my fault because I don’t know what to do.” You sucked in a big breath. “I need to call an ambulance fuck I don’t have my phone.”

“No!” He protested. “You cannot call the ambulance.”

“Why not?! You're going to bleed out.”

“Stupid pigs are gonna ask questions,” he lazily smiled at you. “I can’t really afford questions.”

“So what do i do?”

“Go to the bathroom there’s a white- ahh box, bring it here.”

Nodding you went to look for the bathroom, which shouldn’t have been difficult seeing every apartment was built identical but right now you were flustered, you felt swimmy, in over your head. When you got there you rummaged through his cabinets until you found the white box he was talking about.

When you got back to the room he had slightly lifted up his shirt so you could see the wound which was still bleeding heavily. It made you freeze, you had never been one for gore you could hardly watch horror movies without cringing away from the effects but up close ? in person it was a different story, you felt like you could puke your guts up at any second.

His pained laugh brought you out of your inner panic. “You just gonna stand there doll? It’s startin’ to hurt.”

You swallowed, cringing as your shoe landed in a puddle of blood. Trying to ignore everything around you, focusing on the man in front of you, swallowing the bile as you kneeled down on the floor unsure of what was worse, the blood soaking into your pajama bottoms or seeing the wound so close up.

Unlatching the white box you looked at it in horror, the bottle of vodka and suture kit staring right back at you.

“Y-you want me to…” you trailed off, not able to finish your sentence.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else.” He winked, leaning close to your face as he reached for the bottle of vodka.

Unscrewing the cap he threw it across the room, taking a big swig from it before pouring a fourth of the bottle on the open wound, hissing in pain.

He held out the bottle towards you after. “Hands.”

You held out your hands letting him pour the vodka all over your hands, grabbing the needles you let him pour vodka all over them too. In that moment it set in on exactly what you were about to do. At this point of the movie you always screwed your eyes shut, holding your ears to block out as much sound as possible.

He grabbed your wrist, making you look up into those beautiful blue eyes you were always thinking about. “You’re okay.”

“W-what if I end u-”

“You’re gonna be okay.” he said more sternly before leaning back, blowing out a breath. “Go ahead.”

Gently touching his skin with one hand you brought the needle closer with the other. Hoping you wouldn’t mess it up you closed your eyes, preparing yourself to stick a needle through someone's skin, but right as you were he stopped you.

“Do you want to mutilate me Doll? Don’t close your eyes, you'll be fine.”

Nodding you forced your eyes open, barely holding back the contents of your stomach as you pushed the needle through. You could do this, you could do this just a few more times and you were done.

As soon as the needle went through the last patch of open skin you stood up, almost slipping on the blood as you bolted to the bathroom, barely making it in time before you threw up into the toilet.

When you had finished you sat back, leaning against the cool wall as you breathed deeply, trying to forget the feeling of sewing someone bleeding wound up.

“So I take it you aren’t a doctor?”

You looked up to the doorway where he was standing, a cocky smile on his face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be laying down?” you asked weakly.

“I brought you clothes, in case you want to take a shower.”

You nodded, closing your eyes as he placed the clothes on the counter before closing the door as he left. You figured you could’ve just gone back to your apartment but a big part of you didnt want to, you wanted answers, to know he was okay.

Your face heated up as you got out of the shower, looking at the pair of boxers and large t-shirt he’d given you to wear. Putting them on you went out to the living room where you heard the tv playing.

Standing at the end of the hall you watched him sitting on the couch with a new pair of clothes, feet propped up on the coffee table. As if sensing you were there he looked over, scanning you up and down before going back to the tv with an unreliable expression.

“Are you just gonna stand there all night doll?”

“I don't know your name.” you spoke softly, playing with the sleeves of his shirt.

“Dabi, are you gonna sit?” he patted the spot on the couch next to him, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t you want to know mine?” you asked, facing him as you sat down.

“I already know it Y/N,” shocked, you were about to speak but he continued before you could. “I like to know those around me, plus I couldn’t help but be interested in the cute little neighbor.”

As Dabi spoke he moved closer, eventually leaning over top of you staring at you with those gorgeous eyes of his.

“You are quite interesting; pretty, quiet, always home, alone and you keep to yourself so it’s my surprise when you wander over here, calling for a stranger you don't know the name of?”

Your face heated up, from a close distance and learning all the things Dabi had learned about you. His breath fanning your face made you nervous, extremely so but in a good way. You hoped at least.

“Same goes for you, you seem to know quite a bit about me.” The bravery of your words masked the fear you felt, wondering if you’d overstepped as your eyes flickered over his face.

It was all gone the instant a chuckle left his lips and he leaned back, leaving you to breathe properly. You noticed that he sat a lot closer than he had been before, arm thrown behind you on the couch.

“Why were you wondering over in the middle of the night?”

Your face heated up even more, staring down at your lap. “My fire alarm, it was broken, I wanted to know if you could fix it.”

Dabis finger went to your chin, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, a smirk on his face. “That’s cute, doll.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi #bhna dabi

[cannibaldeerdoe]

The tango

He stood there, Shock and awe as he stared down the barrel of a gun. What fucking guts this man had. He had been fooling around with a married man, thinking that was the worst this fling was going to get. Yet, as he was invited over he found himself with a gun to his head as he stepped out of the shower. Now here he was watching the big beef cake in his boxers laying on the bed while his wife stood between them. Jori ran fingers through his thick, wet hair and pushed back his bangs before putting his hands up. He was a skinny thin built man, there was no way he was meant to deal with a gun to his head. Only down side was now he stood naked in front of his wife.

Lucas had been eager to get things started, what started as usual was his wife said she would be gone for the weekend. Things always escalated quick, first there was the text, then there was heated make out sessions at the front door. A trail of clothes being laid this way and that as they made their way through the kitchen and living room and down the hall to his bedroom.

The bed was freshly made, navy blue and he laid there in his white boxers. Scruffy beard being played with as the other man played with the curly wired hair.

He had kissed him softly, stating he would go get ready and to be prepared. By the time he had relaxed into the bed as the other hopped into the shower he looked up. His wife was there.

His wife was there!

She was there. Sandra had a pink skirt on with high string magenta boots that went just under her knee, a pale pink jacket on over a white blouse. Her red hair was folded neatly into a tight bun under a sun hat.

Sandra had barely been gone 5 hours and she comes home to this.

She began digging around under the bed. Barely looking at her husband before grabbing for the pistol under the bed. "What the hell are you doing here? " Lucas questioned as he sat up in bed, in shock and processing just what was going on. She barely wanted to answer how pissed off she was.

"I live here. My trip was cancelled last minute."

She was gruff and upset at both of them. Who ever was in the shower was going to feel her wrath and he sure as hell was going to feel her wrath later too!

She cocked her gun, aiming at his forehead as he put his hands up.

She was surprised in was a guy. She was thoroughly surprised.

An attractive guy with an average build.

Her eyebrows lifted as she slowly turned her head to look at her husband, keeping the gun pointed at the man with his hands up.

Her jaw dropped, as she glared daggers at her husband.

"Who the fuck is he? " She said sternly, before the next sentence dropped out of her mouth, taken a back that the stranger behind her had stated the same thing as her, at the same time.

"Lucas, what the fuck!"

"Lucas, what the fuck!"

Lucas looked between his wife and Jori, slowly moving off the bed. His brown eyes didnt stop from the scene unfolding as he slowly stood and inserted himself between Jori and Sandra.

Slowly, Sandra lowered her gun, a firm put out lip as she glared at him.

"You couldnt have, like, TOLD ME!" He began, her fingers twisting up as she seemed like she wanted to choke Lucas.

Then she gripped the sides of her hair as she turned her back to them.

"You couldnt have like, I dont fucking know. Said 'hey I wanna experiment' or fuck like 'hey I dont think this is working out!' Something! Something better than this! Anything better than this! I know you were slow and sort of an idiot Lucas but really?"

She looked frazzled now. Laying the gun on the bed.

Jori rolled his eyes, "Kay, You two have fun. Im deleting your number and blocking you. Please just let me grab my clothes and live." He hissed, shoving past the hulk of a man and picking up the last of his clothes that made it to the bedroom.

Lucas looked more defeated in more ways than one, reaching out as Jori left the room. "Jori--! Wait I !"

"You what?" Sandra said sharply, seating herself pretty on the bed.

"Let him go. This is your mess, clean it up." Lucus wanted to spit something vile to her, he wanted to throw up lies as his head begged him to do what wouldnt make his father take his title away from him. What wouldnt make him be denied anything from the family. Yet, He really liked Jori. A lot.

He liked Sandra too, it was just...He couldnt put his finger on it. Sex with her was like, closing your eyes and waiting for it all to be over. Sex with Jori was so much more. At least to him. Jori felt different of course.

Thats all this was after all to him. A good fun time between his job and school. It isnt like this sort of thing isnt common, even now that being gay is fairly accepted, you still get people too afraid to be themselves or admit they are gay with out worried they are going to be ostracized in their family or jobs. As if being out there you dont deal with that anyways. Or as if being in the closet is any safer. You eventually get caught. Or worse, you become so filled with self hatred you cant figure out if this is a closet or a home.

As Jori closed the front door, now fully clothed his shoulders slumped, sighing heavily as he double checked he grabbed everything.

At least this wasnt anything too serious. Though, Lucus did look quite upset like he wanted to say something. Like he wanted him to stay. To 'keep in contact'. Please. He had been through this song and dance all too many times before.

#writing #romance #short story #my writing

[randomsevans]

THE WOLF WITH IN

Part 2 : the unwanted omega.

You had been at the party for what felt like forever but in reality was only an hour . Once you exited your cabin with your hand in Ransom ,everyone instantly turn towards you too . But as soon as the party resume , Ransom left your side straight away and headed for a bunch a giggling beta and omega beside one of the fire . Your gut twisted ,missing his warth more then you were willing to admit . While your omega was growling within at the other females around the alpha, with a bitter jealous you didnt understand nor did you ever have before. And made your way to the makeshift bar .

Which you were currently at . As the wind swirled around carrying laughter and scents. Your head perked up as you got a whiff of that calming scent. It annoyed you the effect that Ransom had on your Omega. Since he has always been rude to you . Like he is too everyone ,but its worst with you , with small comments on your appearance, your scent , on how no will mate with. He would always send daggers your way . Embarrass you infrount of the pack in human form that is. When you are on your pack run on a full moon he never leaves your side. It annoyes you as sometime the human wins in him and pushes you around, only for then his wolf to gain control again and tries to help sooth anyway cuts or grains he caused . You believe Ransom wolf is more caring and less of an animal then Ransom .

Just siped on your drink that was the only thing keeping you company. Just as you expected no one came near you. Much to your disappointment and relief as you could slip away and no one would notice you were gone .

You downed the last of your drink . And step backwards with a little spring in your step and you swold the rest of your drink and turned away to walk away from the bar towards your cabin . As you made your way through the party your cabin was in sight . A small smile placed on your lips on the sight of home , where you could sleep and rest . That was until one of blondes from earlier step in front of you .

"Awww y/n why you leaving so early ?" She tilted her head and gave a fake pout .

"Is was all by her self again that's why " another blonde came next to her with the same expression on her face.

"Her scent is that repulsive no Male dare goes near her !" Another blonde came on the other side of the first blonde. Block the view of your safe heaven.

She looked over your shoulder and a smirk appeared on her face " isn't right Ransom ?"

You turn your head to see a smug looking Ransom with another blonde on his left 'where are all these blondes coming from ?' And a redhead on his other attacking his neck .

"What's right?" He questioned not even glancing at you .

"That y/n scent is that unpleasant shell never find a mate " the seconde blonde comment causing a ripple of giggles . You have never felt so ganged up on .

Ransom paused for a minute as his ear caught mention of your name , and his head automatically snap at you. His blue eyed piecing yours . His blue iceberg eyes melted . His whole world came to a halt but then was quickly resumed as a smirk played on his lips , while his eyes told a different story as you stared into them . He small chuckle left his lips .

"Girls you wouldnt believe how repellent her scent is , its lucky the other havnt told me to kick her out yet " Ransom coldly snapped , causing a tear to roll down your cheek 'there wouldn't really kick you out the pack right '' Ransom didnt think that of you did he ?' You dont know which thought stung more . But little did you know it was far from the truth .

The girls around you giggles as if theve heard the best joke in there life .

"What's so funny ?" You heard and saw your two best friend appear James and Nat .

Your head spon back to face Ransom only to see his tongue down the redheads throat .

"Nothing that funny I bet seen it caused them to laugh " nat snared .

"Oh watch it " you heard ransom yell coming behind you , shoving you to the side , causing you to trip over your own foot and fall .

Nat began to come there near you only for the alpha to push her away . Ransom and Nat were eyeing each other as if one was ready to attack. Nat had no loyalty to Ransom no matter how much of an alpha he is to other. To her he still needs to prove himself . Nat eyes shoot toward you again . Making Ranom follow her gaze as he turned his head to see you on the follow. A wave of panic flash over him . Making him automatically put a hand out infrount of you . Only to hesitate, as if he having a battle with in . His hand went back to his side as quick as it left .

His expression harden as his eyes remained glass like in awe.

"Get up !" You stayed , not obeying him , you were to embarrassed to move . " get up NOW ! " you still remain . "OMEGA I'm warning you "

Everyone at the party eyes snapped in your direction as Ransom called you Omega as well as because of his harsh tone . In your pack you were only called omega if you were claim or only your mate would call you that. So it was forirgen for the pack to hear Ransom say that word to you . But that for you , he always called you omega sometime my omega. You always thought he did it to haunt and taugh you as you will never get a mate . As all eyes on the two of you in shock . Even Nat and James as well as the girls all terrified and curious.

You still remain on the ground until Ransom reach down and grabbed your arm, yanking you upwards until your chest collided with his.

"Listen to your alpha !"

With your slightly heat cheeks with the single cold tear that ran down earlier causing a stinging feeling as the wind hit , you only let out small chuckle . A nervous one . It was as if your omega found this whole thing laughable 'let see how far we can push it !'

'No ! '

But your wolf won

"Y/n " he growl out your name .

He quickly turned dragging you with him and he rapidly walks towards your cabin . You could feel the anger in him as he grips you tighter. You both eventually make it into your cabin as Ransom release his grip and slams the door shut with a bang behind him . With in seconds his lips were on yours

#chris evans #steve rogers #captain america #chris evans x reader #steve rogers au #ransom #ransom thrombey x reader #random #ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey imagine #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #ransom au #alpha!ransom x omega reader #alpha #alpha ransom

[kunoichi-ume]

For the WIP sampler: while I'm curious about Noara's death, I'd much rather hear about her adventures!

Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Sure you don’t wanna hear about Noara dying? About Torian getting there just in time to be too late to save her, but early enough to get to say goodbye? To say an edited version of the Mandalorian wedding vows because even if she doesnt know it he won’t make her lie to him (about raising children together I mean)? About Noara asking if now she can sleep, just for a moment, and Torian knows it will be longer? 

No? Okay. 

Actually writing her dying at all was a writing exersize that @cinlat sort of dared me to do, sort of a “you never know your character until you put them through ALLLLLL the hell” thing cause I don’t really plan to kill Noara. (Sith Noara however... her days are numbered.)

Noara’s adventure log started when I felt I didn’t really know Noara well enough to keep writing I’ve Got You and was kicking myself for starting the fic so far into the canon story so she wouldn’t be able to grow through her experiences as I worked on her (instead she had to be a finished product and that was bugging me so much!) so I started on Tython and getting into her head from the start.

Have a couple snippets, cause the start of this post was rude I know. They are a bit on the long side, but other than @cinlat who I am pretty sure I shared this doc with, odds are no one else will see this fic if and when I pick it up again because it was more character study than anything but damn if I didnt have fun with it.

Noara’s thoughts as she arrives on Tython to start her trials:

This was the farthest from home she had ever been, not counting wherever she had been before the Jedi brought her to the enclave she’d been raised in. Now she’d left the only home she’d ever known to prove her worth and, hopefully, pass her trials. If she didn’t her dreams of traveling the galaxy and helping people would be gone. She’d be stuck in a research position or raising crops or something else equally unfulfilling even if she understood the necessity of it.

Failure wasn’t an option, not for Noara.

If all the times she had snuck out of her academic classes were any indication, she wouldn’t enjoy life as a scholar.

And the first time she takes a life, even if it’s a Flesh Raider determined to kill her is a big moment for her too:

Noara followed the rock formations, giving her on side where an ambush was less likely, and rounded a corner to see exactly what she had worried she might when she heard their name. Three of the reddish-pink rough skinned creatures crouched on the ground feasting on dead bodies. To make it worse two of the bodies were Jedi and one was their own kind. Flesh eaters and cannibals. That image was going to stick with.her. 

Adjusting her grip on her sabers, wishing she had weapons as real as this fight was going to be, she stepped around the rocks and crouched slightly. Pulling the Force around her, she leapt, propelling herself the considerable distance between her and the Flesh Raiders. They reared up as she landed, one coming at her with a training saber it probably stole off one of the dead Padawans, while the other two drew blasters. 

Reacting quickly, she blocked the first Flesh Raiders first strike before Force pushing it away to buy her time to deal with the other two. As it stumbled away, she slashed her blades at the two firing at her. They knew how to use the blasters, but their aim was horrendous. They hadn’t had these weapons long and she was easily able to sidestep their shots and cut each across the chest with the electrified edges of her blades. 

The creatures cried out, horribly gargled sounds by their misshapen mouths, as they fell. An angry cry behind her reminded Noara of the third Flesh Raider and she turned just in time to block a strike aimed at her skull. Before the beast could react to her quick movement, she stabbed it through the gut with her other weapon. 

It fell, dead, at her feet and Noara had to yank her training saber out of it’s ribcage where it had gotten lodged. She turned her sabers off and frowned at the blood, a sickly brown color, that clung to them. She wanted to clean them but had a feeling this wouldn't be her last fight and that it would be a wasted effort. 

It wasn’t until the smell hit her that what she had just done really sank in. She’d killed them, hadn’t even hesitated. Noara waited for the regret, the sickening guilt her masters had told her would accompany every life she took, but it didn’t come. Just relief that it was them lying on the ground and not her and the familiar thrill she always felt when sparring. She’d assumed that it would be different in a real fight, that it would be less exciting to win when it meant something else died but it wasn’t.

That thought scared her, because she knew how it sounded. It went against everything Jedi stood for and were taught. Taking a deep breath, she pushed all of that away to meditate on later. She was in a dangerous situation and there were other Padawans depending on her. 

And younger Noara might just have an attitude problem, but ya gotta admit the Flesh Raider problem on Tython was seriously mismanaged...

When Noara answered her com a small image of Knight Weller, bending down to brace a wound on his leg, appeared. He looked her image over in relief. “You’re unharmed, good. A Flesh Raider shot me in the leg while I was rescuing some Padawans. No idea where they got blasters, but they know how to use them. I’ve been evacuated to a medcenter but the fighting isn’t over.”

Noara sighed but bit back the comment she wanted to make. For a planet that should be full of some of the galaxy's best warriors they were pretty bad at crisis management. “Will there be reinforcements coming? I’m up to my neck in monsters here.”

Weller nodded. “Some are already there, but they keep pouring in. We need to stop them at the source. Padawan Unaw Aharo found a cave the Flesh Raiders tunneled through to get into the valley. I need you to go and make sure they don’t get more reinforcements through it.”

Noara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her patience was wearing thin, the handling of this situation left much to be desired and her understanding was that all Jedi on Tython were meant to be taking their trials. How any could be at that point and defenseless was beyond her. As far as she had seen, she was the only competent warrior on the whole planet but she wasn’t near arrogant enough to think she could take on every Flesh Raider out there on her own. “I don’t know how much I can do on my own, but I’ll do whatever I can to push them back and see if there is a way to seal the tunnel.”

“You won’t be alone for long,” Weller reassured her. “Master Orgus Din is on his way as well. We need to end this conflict before anyone else gets hurt. Find the cave along the east mountain ridge. May the Force be with you.”

His image winked out of sight and she huffed in annoyance. It had been a few hours since she had been sent into the field to fight the invaders and they were finally sending a member of the council to come help? What were the Jedi Masters doing while Padawans were being captured and killed? So far all she had learned on Tython was that she was lucky to have finished her combat training on Naboo before making the journey, being sent here without it could have been akin to a death sentence.

Master Doran had warned her the trials would be difficult when he tried to talk her into putting them off until she was a little older, but somehow Noara didn’t think this was what he meant.

And then her day just gets worse and worse when she gets to the cave and has to face the rogue Jedi commanding the Flesh Raiders:

The rogue Jedi lunged at her, swinging his lightsaber toward her neck. 

Noara just managed to dodge the blow, stepping quickly back. The second swing she caught with one of her training sabers, the blue energy blade crackling against the metal. 

“You think to defeat me with those toys?” He laughed, pushing her back with his superior strength and leaving marks in the ground where Noara tried to keep her footing. When most of his weight was committed to pushing her, she dropped to the ground, ducking under his arm and slipping behind him as he stumbled past her.

Using a move Master Doran always called reckless, she leapt into the air. Using the Force she propelled herself across the cavern to where his Flesh Raider backup was. Noara knew that if she wanted a glimmer of a chance to get out of here alive, she couldn’t face all three of them at once. Landing between them, Noara pushed the Force in a ring out from her body and knocked both away from her and to the ground. Stunned, neither stirred. She turned just in time to block the rogue Jedi’s attack with her training sabers crossed in front of her. He pressed forward, forcing Noara to step back again.

Obviously he had an advantage in both size and strength over her. She was going to need to be faster and cleverer. Before he could make her step back again, Noara kicked him in the gut. Not letting up when he stepped back, she followed him, pushing his lightsaber away from her with one of her blades and hitting his sword arm as hard as she could with the other. He dropped the saber with a sharp cry. 

Noara turned, releasing one of her training sabers to call his weapon to her. Before she caught it he tackled her, his shoulder digging into her gut. As they tumbled to the ground she lost her grip on her other weapon. She was never much of a grappler, her creche mates had often wiped the floor with her in unarmed spars but she had learned enough to know she couldn’t let him pin her. They landed hard on the ground, rolling a few times before he had straddled her waist and punched her in the face.

Lifting her hips off the ground, Noara tried to throw him off  but he was too high on her torso for that to work. Leaning forward he pinned her with his weight and wrapped his hands around her throat. Clawing at his fingers, she turned her head back and forth, trying to find a way out of this before remembering she was still armed. Pulling her leg up as close as she could, Noara blindly reached for her boot. Each of her boots had a dagger hidden in a discrete sheath inside the boot. 

Noara’s chest was on fire as she gasped for air and her vision was starting to dim. Reaching out to the Force for strength, she managed to grab the dagger’s hilt and pull it out of her boot. Without hesitation she stabbed him, driving the dagger into his side. He cried out in pain, releasing her neck and she was able to breath again. She ripped the dagger out of his flesh as he fell off of her. Running on pure adrenaline she followed him, burying the bloodied dagger hilt deep into his chest. 

Blood gushed around her hand and when he coughed it left bloody spots all over his face. “Killing me changes nothing,” he gasped wetly, “long live the new order.” The rogue Jedi took another gurgling breath before going limp under her and she felt his life force fading. 

Pushing herself away from his corpse, Noara tried to breathe through the pain in her chest and throat. 

“Look out!” Aharo cried, making Noara turn her head just in time to see the two forgotten Flesh Raiders approaching her. 

The dagger was still in the dead man’s chest but she spotted the lightsaber lying on the ground. She pulled it to her hand, activated it and threw it at them. With the Force she controlled it’s trajectory to strike them both. The Flesh Raiders fell to the floor, making similar death rattles to the ones she had heard all day. 

For a moment Noara didn’t move, leaning on her hand to keep herself upright while she waited for the next attack. When it didn’t come she slumped on the ground let out a shaky breath. Aharo, holding his gut, limped over to her. 

“That was amazing, I thought we were dead for sure,” he said, dropping to his knees next to her. “Are you alright?”

Noara nodded where she lay. “Yeah, I think so.”

#wip snippet game #oc: Noara Starspark #storyknitter

[xxanimecoolgirlxx]

More Tragedy of Magenta and Blue stuff cause I can- This is going to be shorter than what I usually do

Rubescent cried out as she felt the blunt back end of Magenta’s scythe strike her in the gut, leaving her on the ground, groaning in pain. Magenta stood over the young girl, a stern glare with no form of pity in sight.

“Pathetic. And to think you actually believe yourself worthy of joining our cause. At this point, it isn’t even laughable. It’s just sad.” Magenta said.

The glare didn’t soften any when Rubescent got up from the ground for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, getting back into a fighting stance despite her badly bruised body screaming at her to just stay down.

Magenta didn’t even spare her another word as they went back to sparring. This had been going on for the entire week, ever since Rubescent had been introduced to Magenta by Blue. Apparently the two had met months prior, sneaking off behind Magenta’s back to hang about and such. She didn’t see why Blue felt he had to sneak around her, if he simply wanted a little temporary pest to hang about with to cure his boredom, he should’ve just told her as much and skipped the theatrics.

But now he came to her saying that this spoiled little brat from the local nobility wants to join their cause despite very clearly being as battle hardy as a fragile kitten and the self awareness of a baby lamb, no. It wouldn’t do. It would be a waste of resources to have dead weight around, let alone if she becomes a distraction to her younger brother. Which brings her to her next point.

Magenta doubted that Rubescent even wanted to join them for their goal in destroying their father, no, Rubescent had told her she wanted to be there for Blue, that it wasn’t healthy for both him and her to be on This crusade by themselves. As if she knew what was best for Blue than she did. Blue didn’t need someone that would hold him back, make him weak, hurt him with their incompetence. They didnt need ‘friends’ or ‘close ones’. All they needed were allies and pawns to use when needed and discard without any pesky emotions getting in the way. It won’t matter though, she’ll just get this nuisance out of the way to save everyone the trouble.

Magenta had to admit, Rubescent was a quick learner, having somewhat learned Magenta’s attack patterns, she was learning how to parry, and even managed to get a few hits in on her. She was starting to get good at avoiding her as well. Her adaptability was a bit noticeable. But it was all too little, too futile, too pathetic to make any difference. With another swift kick to the side of her head made the redhead girl fall back down to the ground.

Magenta stood over her, a firm foot stomping onto Rubescent stomach to hold her still as she raised her scythe before swinging it down. Before it could hit its intended target, a sickle blocked the attack, inches away from Rubescent’s eye.

Magenta glared up at the wielder of the sickle, her younger brother Blue as he glared back at her.

“You said this was a sparring match, not an execution.” Blue said.

“It is a sparring match. I was merely testing if she could move out of the way in time before I could strike her. Seeing that she needed your help, it proves how much of a burden she truly is.”

Magenta then glanced down at Rubescent, who looked like she was just barely holding back her tongue but glancing back up at Blue

“I know you enjoy being surrounded by inferiors, Blue, but to keep them around in our quest will only have negative results in the long run. They’ll only end up as expendable anyways, no need to get attached to them anyways.” Magenta said.

Blue grit his teeth and tried to keep as much calm as he could. “She is not expendable. She is not just some resource for us to use and discard whenever we want. Nobody is. She wants to help us because she cares, she genuinely wants things to change, and besides. She has other strong suits beside strength. She’s quick, she’s cunning and she’s clever. You should’ve seen how she dealt with those guards that were after me back when I was sneaking through the town, or how she can impersonate nearly anyone she meets, or how quick on her feet she is. She has other talents other than pure combat that could be useful! It’s your fault that you can’t see that.” Blue said.

Magenta rolled her eyes. “If she can’t survive a simple sparring match with me, she won’t survive out there with us. She isn’t coming with us.” She said.

Rubescent finally spoke up, which took both of them off guard, seeing how badly bruised and beaten she was.

“You think you’re clever, hmm? I know what you’re doing. This isn’t about my ability to survive or even me in general. Even if I’m so incompetent, what would be the harm in just using me for as a throwaway or an expendable like Blue always said you’d do for anyone you saw as less than. No, it has nothing to do with that. You’re just trying to isolate Blue aren’t you? You can’t handle that he might actually want some companionship and not a bunch of sycophants ready to die for him at a moment’s notice!” She yelled out.

Magenta looked visibly agitated at the accusations as she pointed her scythe at her.

“Watch your tongue.” Magenta warned, but Rubescent kept going.

“You truly think you’re doing what’s best for him, but in reality all your doing is pushing him away from you. You think controlling and destroying his social life will make him better in the long run, but it isn’t. If you keep this up, I’m not sure if he’ll become any better than your father. Hell, you’re already so much like Death, but don’t try pushing that poison onto your brother as well!”

Magenta was about to approach Rubescent when Blue stepped in her way, her sickles ready in hand. Magenta paused, her pale face red, barely containing the anger she felt before she turned away.

“Simpleton.” She growled “I do what’s best for me and my brother. We are NOTHING like that fool we have to call a father. But go on, but just know you won’t always be able to rely on my brother singing your praises to save yourself.” Magenta then stormed off, leaving the two 12 year olds alone.

Blue immediately went to Rubescent’s side, looking over her injuries. “Christ, why didn’t you just forfeit the matches earlier. You knew she wasn’t going to go easy on you.” Blue said. Rubescent just shook her head.

“And just let her see me as a coward and hold it against me? No. Not for a minute.” Rubescent said, she struggled to get up until Blue helped her to her feet.

“I apologize on my sisters behalf. She’s been more.. intense like this ever since we escaped our father’s palace when we were very young. She never could act her age because of the constant dangers we were in. It’s all been a lot for her.” Blue rambled. Rubescent nearly scoffed.

“So have you, yet you don’t treat others as something less than human. I know what you and her have gone through must’ve been worse than what I’ll ever know, and although it explains what goes on in her psyche, it shouldn’t ever excuse it.” Rubescent said.

“But..Our father’s grip on her had always been tighter on her than onto me. He twisted her mind in a way he hadn’t truly gotten a chance with me-.” Blue was cut off.

“Please, stop making excuses for her. I don’t doubt that all that is true, in fact, based on what I’ve seen, it’s most likely the definite truth, but you two justifying her actions won’t help her, or you. It’ll only make things worse”

Blue wanted to say something else, but ultimately just dropped the conversation altogether.

“Here, lets just get you patched up.”

#original content #original story #creative writing #writing #fantasy

[katsukikitten]

Winter Rose

You sit in the common area, wrapped in bundles of blankets with your teeth chattering. Your resentful eyes watch white flakes fall atop of an already knee deep snow.

You seemed to be the only one with a problem with the glistening, icy white that blanketed the cold hard ground overnight. Denki, Sero, Mina, and Kirishima all literally jumped for joy when Aizawa called the dorm phone announcing a very rare but much needed snow day.

No school was an excitement for majority of the class save yourself and two others who reluctantly dressed in their warmers clothes as they were dragged into the snow ball war that just HAD to happen.

Thankfully you made the class an odd number so you opted out.

Which is how you found yourself cold to the bone no matter how many hot baths you took or how many blankets you wrapped around your shivering frame. Your quirk made you weak to the cold. Damn your plant like nature. Which made your relationship with your crush a love hate one, not as if he ever noticed you for more than a few seconds anyway.

Your eyes follow him now as he stands by a tree. Not really participating aside from the occasional ice wall he would put up to block an incoming barrage.

"HEY THATS LONGER THAN TWENTY SECONDS TODOROKI!" A hot head yells loud enough to be heard through the glass. Clearly his competitive side kicked in and he is no full fledge in this battle of all battles.

Mostly because they placed Izuku on the opposing team.

You peel your eyes away from the heterochromatic boy with his broad shoulders and ever cool expression. You begin to idly flip through the channels seeing love story after love story related to both snow and the holidays.

Two things you hated most.

To be honest you probably could make yourself hardy enough for the cold had you taken time to practice but it was more of the holiday aspect that came with the cold that hindered you.

Even after the passing years you can still hear the screams, smell the tang of blood mixed with cold biting air that promises more snow. You remember it being dark for longer than you thought it should be.

Turns out it was your luck this tragedy would strike on the longest night of the year. You still remember the numbness of your limbs, the cold that seeped deep into your small frame. Gripping into your bones with icy fingers.

So much so you lost limbs to blackened flesh.

Limbs your quirk gave you the ability to grow back.

Icy tears free fall from your cheeks from the memories, the stench. The sets of dulled eyes paired with panicked ones.

*"RUN MUSUME!"*

You squeeze your eyes shut, snuggling deeper in the blankets focusing on the actors' voices hoping, praying that they drown out your mothers.

"Y/LN?" A cool voice calls from the arch way to the common space causing you to jump. You furiously wipe away your tears and steel your chatter jaw to answer.

"Yes Todoroki-sama?" You let a smile creep into your voice but he can tell it is forced. He does not answer as he makes his way to the couch. His eyes sparkle in the sunlight reflected by the cold, frost clings to his left side as he asses you. You offer a huge smile, willing yourself to feel the good parts of your crush despite feeling the ever present cold air that seeps off of him.

Although Izuku helped him battle his inner demons, ice is so engrained in him it must rush through his veins. He takes a seat next to you giving you his right side and you damn Kamisama silently. The chill caresses your skin and you clamp your jaw shut to keep your teeth from chattering.

Seconds feel like hours before he breaks the silence.

"I didn't know you like romance holiday movies." He says softly, eyes glued to you while yours are glued to the TV.

"Ah no I was flipping channels but got distracted by my phone." You giggle hoping the little cover lie works.

But the Gods work agaisnt you as your phone buzzes loudly on the coffee table well out of reach.

You go to back track but before you can speak Todoroki leans over to get it and places it on your lap, offering you a soft smile.

"Distracted because it's so far away?" He says softly before adding, "Why don't you come outside Y/LN?"

"Ugh!!" You half howl eyes darting to the winter wonderland just behind the frosted window, "Did Mina send you to get me?"

He laughs softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear with his icy hand, causing a shiver to run along your spine.

But could you blame the cold for that one?

A small blush manages to dust your cheeks and Todoroki bites the inside of his lip.

How could you always be so God damn cute?

"No, she didnt ask me to 'drag' you out." He admires you much to your confusion, "I just thought it would be nice to see a winter rose in person was all."

Your cheeks flush deeply at his comment.

Was the normally oblivious Todoroki *flirting* with you?

You swallow before another iced hand is placed on your forehead.

"Do you have a fever? Your cheeks are so red Y/N." His eyes drink in your features. How your eyes widen so slightly at the use of your first name. How cute your cheeks look all red and flustered for him.

How your perfect fucking kissable lips poke out in a slight pout.

The only thing that he's noticed that he doesn't like about you is how sometimes you recoil from his touch or the flowers blooming in your hair would wilt in his presence. Every accidental brush of hands, every time he stands in line behind you or stands beside you, you smile politely before moving completely to the other side of the room.

It's why he's been so hesitant to show you a fraction of how he feels. Shoto can't fathom Kirishima or Mina lying to him that you actually like him, especially now as you lean ever so slightly away. It would go unnoticed by anyone else. But he sees it.

And damn does it hurt to feel that knife slip in between his ribs.

All pushed in by you.

He sighs softly and you finally break the passing moments by answering, unknowingly, all of his questions at once.

"I hate the cold Todoroki-sama." You blink up at him and watch his face bite back a grimace.

Maybe that wasn't the nicest way to put it? Maybe you should have given some preface to that statement.

But honestly who shares their childhood trauma before even confessing their feelings?

You knew you couldn't. It was best to keep everyone at arms length anyway. That way when you lost them it wouldn't hurt nearly as bad.

An eye of burning ember and freezing ice once over your features before he stands. His eyes linger over you and you shudder beneath his weighted gaze.

*"Arms length."* You remind yourself as you watch him, he slowly makes his way out of the living room and once you hear a door shut you believe him to he outside.

You stare down at the phone in your lap, your pathetic reflection staring back up at you. Droplets collect on the front glass of your hand held you wipe them away leaving your hands outside of your cocoon before you close your eyes to think.

Something warm seeps into your chilled fingers and you open your eyes to see a cup being pressed into your hands.

A cup filled with your favorite tea, looking to be the perfect color that you always make it.

Your eyes flash up to see Todoroki offering it to you, you blink furiously.

"Thank you." You squeak out, and you further fluster as he sits next to you. This time it is his left side that is closest and you can now feel the heat radiating off of him.

He grabs the remote and selects a good Ghibli movie. Despite the warm tea your teeth chatter causing a muscled arm to be pulled to a sculpted body.

"Todo...Todoroki-sama!?!" You try half heartily to pull away to no avail.

"Please call me Shoto or Shoto-kun." He says sternly causing your gut to clench as you start to lean into him. You wonder if he is putting off extra heat as normally, no matter what side you face, a chill would settle over you even if you're half way across the room. You snuggle deeper feeling warm for the first time all winter and even sighing aloud as he gives your frame a small squeeze. His hand slipping down your shoulder to rest on your ribs.

You don't notice the flower buds weaving themselves into your hair as they bloom with content.

Todoroki cannot help the smile on his lips as he looks down at you. Your eyes clearly becoming heavy as you begin to sink into sleep.

He is not sure how long he let you sleep there but long enough for people to begin coming inside.

All to be met with a glare of burning heat and icy rage. Kirishima makes the best of getting everyone into the kitchen for cocoa as you continue to sleep.

He cannot bring himself to wake you but he knows he has too soon as the sun is setting turning the snow outside into cotton candy pinks and dreamsicle orange.

"Y/N.." He half whispers, applying pressure to your hip. You try to snuggle deeper into his warmth but his cool hand slips under your chin.

"Icy Shoto..." You pout and he swallows his desire but it gets stuck in his throat. You look amazing with half lidded eyes and lips pushed out in a pout.

He cannot help himself. Cannot stop himself as he leans in towards your perfect lips as he captures them with your own.

Your eyes widen before fluttering closed as you melt into the kiss, having never felt this warm in your life.

While the buds finally bloom to roses of contrasting colors in your hair.

Roses of deep shining reds and whites that seem to shimmer blue.

@my-todoroki-academia a fic for you that you didnt ask for bb

#todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #todoroki shoto #todoroki shouto #todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha shoto #bnha au

[imaginedeux]

Good to Me

A/N: Another story I definitely shouldnt be starting but I wanted to write this for the holidays but, obviously THAT DIDNT HAPPEN. So yeah, Harrison Osterfield x Fem Reader, University AU, all that good shit.

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“What do you mean you want to break up with me?!” The girl’s screech sounded over the loud music of the bar she was in. It was the weekend before the local University was scheduled to start, so most of the students were there drinking the already existing nerves for another semester, and for some, the beginning of their last year of undergrad. “If anything, I should be the one breaking up with you Osterfield!”

“I really thought you were different Angie, but I guess I was wrong. Next time, don’t go sleeping with one of the guys on the team if you’re planning on cheating with someone again, the lads don’t like to keep their mouths shut.” The once baby blue eyes, were now navy with regret. “I find everything out in the end.”

“Fuck you Harrison!” With that the pretty brunette turned on her heel and made a beeline to the door of the bar. Even with how loud the music was, the screeching caught the attention of the other occupants in the bar, many of which were classmates of the two in the spotlight. The hushed whispers and lingering stares were something the male was used to. For some reason, when he decided to end a ‘relationship’, it was always in a very public place.

“You wish you were!” That’s another tick on the ‘how many girls can Harrison piss off before the end of the decade’ tally board. Harrison really though that she was different, having spent the last couple of months together, he even though of taking her to meet his family back in the UK. But he couldn’t let everyone know how gutted he was, on and off the field he was known to keep a level head in all types of situations. Never one to crack under pressure during a presentation, or lose his cool during a match, Harrison Osterfield was a guy many were jealous of, many wanted to be him, and many wanted to be with him. A shrug was all he had left to say before he turned back to his best friend. “So, how about a round of shots? On me?”

“Sorry Haz, I have a meeting with my advisor tomorrow morning. I’ll be DD tonight.” The messy haired brunette gave his best friend a small grin, holding up his glass of water. The two brunettes were almost never seen without one another, having both gained scholarships to play state side, they were the two Englishmen no one dared to mess with. They’ve been thick as thieves since before they made their grand entrance their freshman year at freshman orientation when they showed up the senior orientation leaders at their personal game of choice, soccer.

“Alright, whatever you say Tom! Hey! Round of shot for the house on me!” The blue eyed male yelled, gaining a cheer from the rest of the students at the bar. The brown eyed brunette could only sigh as his best friend took a shot with the rest of the bar. He’d gotten used to this side of Harrison, but he knew that in the morning, it would be a completely different story. He and Harrison were no strangers to alcohol, hell they had a couple more years on most of their fellow classmates, with England’s drinking age being 18 rather the state’s 21. He knew Harrison could handle his alcohol better than most at the pub but, with Tom volunteering to be his designated driver, that’s all he had to hear before he went all out. Most of the time the two would take turns on who would be DD, but with a meeting in the morning, a couple of glasses of water would suffice for the dark eyed Englishman.

“Okay, maybe I should have stopped you after that last game of Chandelier, Haz!” Tom groaned, as Harrison stumbled to the bar, trying to get his one last fix before the place would close for the night.

“Nah! I’m peachy keen! If anything I can still beat you at beer pong Tommo!” Harrison laughed, making his way to the bar. Sober Harrison was quick on his feet, drunk Harrison on the other hand, not so much. Colliding with a poor bystander showed that, causing the two involved to hit the ground, hard.

“Haz!” Tom yelled, quickly making his way to his best friend, and the person he knocked over in his drunken state. “I’m so sorry! He’s usually not like this!”

“Did he really have his heart broken, again?” The person asked getting up from the ground, not needing Tom’s help. The two boys’ heads shot up to see a face neither had seen in almost a year. “Would have thought that you learned something in the past year Hazza.”

“Is that you-“Tom started before Harrison stoop up from his spot on the grimy pub floor, scaring the other two people.

“(Y/N), youre back?”

“Who’s so important that I’m being dragged to a random brunch place after a night out?” The taller of the two questioned, leaving his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, blocking out the sun that was shining through the glass windows that covered the front of the restaurant.

“Haz, whats the last thing that you remember from last night?” Tom asked stepping in front of his best friend, stopping him in his tracks.

“Winning at chandelier.” He said confidently, the same smug smirk from his win the night before.

“No one wins at chandelier you div.” A new voice laughed, wiping the smirk off of Harrison’s face as his eyes locked eyes with (y/e/c).

“Did we make you wait long (Y/N)? It was a hassle getting this one out of bed this morning.”

“Harrison! Wake up you div!” The non-hungover Englishman yelled pulling the sheets off his best friend, trying to wake him up. “Shower and get dressed we have a lunch to go to!”

“I thought you had a meeting to go to!” The hungover Englishman groaned, grabbing at his duvet, in a desperate move to get some more sleep.

“Yeah, that was 3 hours ago yah, div. Now, come on, I’m leaving in 20 minutes with or without you.”

“Nah, I got here like 5 minutes ago. But you guys got here just in time, I just got a table.” The grin on the other person was genuine, brighter than the sun hitting Harrison’s back.

“(Y/N)…” Harrison whispered as she turned to walk back towards the table that was set for the three of them.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield university! AU #harrison osterfield AU #harrison osterfield imagine

[plasticpokedex]

Other toys that aren’t that bad: Mega Man: Fully Charged (Jakks Pacific)

(F you, i liked it...)

Nobody asked for a Mega Man redesign and a cartoon about it.

...Maybe...

But “Fully Charged” would turn out to be Mega Man “1% battery left”, featuring the CG adventures of local robot Aki Light’s secret superhero life as “Mega Man”. Aided by his friends, Suna, Rush and Mega-mini, he saves the city  against the rebellious Robot Masters and various other techno-criminals. 

Perhaps if this appeared back in the early 90′s, it would be a cult classic. But video game properties have evolved so much through decades of established deep lore...and cutscenes...to the point where taking too much creative liberties any further would only detract loyal fans. And that is what happened, airing only one season and nobody buying the toys.

Mega Man is also a brand that gets thrown around A LOT. A bit too much, really. Bandai, Jazwares, Mattel, Fukno, Kotobukiya, etc have all dipped their hands into the Mega Man money bin to a perpetually endless cycle of shelves blurring in blue bomber bulk. 

>time to make Mega Man

>time to make Green Mega Man

>okay okay ONE Robot Ma-OH NO CANCELLED

also:

>Time to make X, time to make Zero, okay time to make BLACK Zero OH NO CANCELLED

oh and:

>Time to make Roll this time! But let’s make TWO of the same Rolls each with different accessories so that people will definitely by both OH NO CANCELLED

It’s like the lemon dance but with toys instead of teachers, and Mega Man ain’t no lemon. Just the guys who make them, apparently. Waiting for “Proto Man” over here...😥

But despite all that, Fully Charged’s cartoon and toys weren’t THAT bad, IMO. The cartoon’s setting took place after an unseen robot war, and Dr. Light was one of its veterans. It even features a new villain (not Wily, who is portrayed as a child and friend to Mega Man), and a mysterious character is unmasked at the last episode. Plus we get these neat action figures of the Robot Masters, more than what we’ve been getting in the past decade. Ball (hinge) joints in the shoulders and legs, and knee joints as well. No elbow joints unfortunately, but I drilled in some revoltech joints in there and now they’re an improvement. The toys are a fixer-upper, some needing parts cut out, or a lot of Pledge Future Shine on the joints for tightening.

Of the many redesigns the show has gone through, I’ve grown to love the lanky Wave Man and bulky Drill Man. Air Man, Ice Man and Guts Man are pretty much, “Fuck, Man”, but they’re still just ok toys with the articulation they were given. I still say Ice Man is the worst, but we were still ROBBED of a near-proper Air Man.

While the standard 6″ robot masters came with an interchangeable Mega Buster for the Man himself (just like the Ruby-Spears ones!) Drill Man and Guts Man are “action feature” toys. Drill Man has rev-triggered drill hands and I love it sooo much, but Guts Man gets an...inflatable belly. His ability in the cartoon, instead of just super strength, is eating garbage and slamming his full stomach to emit powerful shockwaves. Oof.

In the end, I would still recommend these toys for any Mega Man fans/purists. With one-offs like 4inchNel Cutman and two-pack Block Man in cancelled lines, I feel these curb the hunger well for more Robot Master toys. As of writing, they are still readily available on Amazon at MSRP. Drill and Wave Man are first priority gets. There aren’t a lot of “drills for hands” toys out there neither.

Air Man is an acquired taste. I just like how round he is, and has those neat turbines resulting in some “Mega Mickey Mouse logo” thing going on. Guts Man is hefty and I just needs me a Guts Man, especially since he didn’t show up in stores. Ice Man...I don’t have Ice Man anymore. I just didnt like that one because he didn’t channel the Mega Man-esque design as much as the others did, and even Air Man has those BIG angry eyes. You can ignore Ice Man, as with the two toys of Mega Man himself since we already have had better toys of him anyway. Would love to use the busters with those too.

And with all that said, here are some other characters I would’ve wanted:

Fire Man:

Dr. Light, with gun, because he has one and look how fit he is.

Elec Man

and Man Man, who is a clear reference to “Bad Box Art Mega Man”. To think, we were thiiiis close...

Mega-bye...

😭

#mega man #megaman #guts man #ice man #wave man #jakkspacific

[naturallysuperbullshit]

S2 E19: Folsom Prison Blues

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Yeah sure let's add the prison industrial complex to the list of things Supernatural has decided to tackle without thinking it through

??? Is it customary to turn off the lights in an entire cell block before the guard returns to his desk? Thus making him walk back in the dark and just asking for a sprained ankle, at best?

The fuck is Randall looking at, the guard went around the corner

I know it's probably more just "I don't want to go to jail" but I like to think the actual reason why Sam doesn't like the plan to get arrested is because it makes them look sloppy and they have a reputation to maintain damnit

Hdhshdjd the Blue Steel

Henrickson! As a cop he can get fucked on principle, but as a character he is pretty great and I highly enjoy his dialogue

"Don't worry, Sam. I promise I won't trade you for smokes." snrk

It's not right how good Dean looks in that orange jumpsuit like goddamnit sir those ARMS

KDJSNDHJDHD THE LOOK ON SAM'S FACE WHEN HIS CELLMATE IS TALLER THAN HIM

"This is the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done" wow and we're only in s2. Does Sam ever recant this assessment down the line? Or maybe not! Is there a conversation in the series finale where he says "I've been thinking.... I still think the prison job was the dumbest, craziest thing we ever did." "Sam, you jumped into Lucifer's cage with two pissed off archangels." "I said what I said."

If Deacon is John's friend from the Marines, how does he know about hunting??? Did John look up his old Marine buddy one time and be like "yeah so ghosts are real and I'm training my sons how to hunt and kill them, what's new with you"

"What if he was already cremated" if? IF???? YOU DIDNT CHECK FIRST????????

Hey the continual closeups on the ghosts weird eyes are VERY creepy. 5 stars.

Does the defence lawyer usually talk to the FBI agent who brought in their client about inconsistent details in the case??? Like i only took one law class so idk for sure but like I would think instead of trying to convince the agent - who has no power to release the boys anyways - that they aren't guilty, maybe she should just do her own investigating and find out how to work these inconsistences into her case

I'll give the show props for at least not shying away from the fact that prison guards are, as a whole, ruthless and willing to beat the prisoners to death over any excuse, but the fact that the boys' contact is a "good" prison guard is pretty bullshit esp because he apparently has the same behavior pattern as all the other guards when he's not helping the boys on a hunt (evidenced by the face that no one found it odd when he pulled his baton on Dean and later suckerpunched him)

How the fuck did Sam know which vent would get him to the old cell block tho

"My old man treated me and my brother like crap. Right up until the day he died." The universe is sending you a hint, Dean. John did the same fucking thing to you and Sam.

"How'd he die?" "My brother shot him." Jsjsjdjnsndjsn Tiny is just Dean in an AU where Sam did use the Colt on John at rhe end of s1

This poor lawyer is so confused kskdksks

"Your daddy raised you right" he absolutely did not

I still don't understand how a friend John made before he was even married to Mary knows about hunting

I assume Deacon brought the Impala to the prison but like surely it would be evidence???? How did he get it from the cops?????????

Lawyer Lady has great big brass ones for lying to Henrickson without any real reason to other than a gut feeling that Dean and Sam aren't murderers

"Folsom Prison Blues" final thoughts: I'm still as annoyed now as i was the first time i saw this episode that they named it after a Johnny Cash song and then didn't play the freaking song, or any other Johnny Cash song like.... come on. Rude.

This is a pretty middle-of-the-road ep for me. It's not great, it's not horrible, and honestly? Pretty forgettable. The only thing most people probably remember about this episode is the Blue Steel moment, and even then, they probably couldn't tell you it was specifically from this episode.

#s2e19 #folsom prison blues #spn s2 #supernatural notes #supernatural

[keigoaizawaslut]

~I hate that I love you~

Oneshot

Loki x avenger reader

summary: tired of Loki being a cocky little shit the reader finally decides to take it into her on hands.

WARNINGS- it takes a mintue to get there but I promise its worth it lol SMUTTTT, kinky sex, rough sex, NASTY THINGS😏

Song inspo- Bruno Mars -Gorillas

I reallyy suggest you give it a listen when getting to the smut parts😉

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The God of Mischief, everything about the idiot made you want to choke him. His tall intimidating height and marvelously sculpted body. His beautiful soft long black hair that you wanted to tangle your fingers in along with piercing green-blue eyes and sharp dominant facial features that decorated his stupidly handsome face. Everything about Loki made you extremely hot and bothered in all the best and worst ways. You hated his guts but you so desperately wanted him in yours.

One minute you want jump him and fuck the god so hard he forgets his name but other times you want to pick him up and throw him over the Stark Tower its like you hated that you loved the god so much. To make matters worst the cocky little shit knew the affect he had on you. Though you would never admit that he actually had an affect on you he knew somehow and you hated it. The teasing was nonstop and he knew just how to get under your skin. The light touches and hot unholy whispers in your ear nearly drove you insane. Loki took pride in making you suffering knowing that you'd never do anything about it...or so he thought.

After a few bottles of liquid encouragement you had convinced yourself it was time to put a stop to his stupidity and came up with the most perfect idea your drunk mind could think of. You decided to fight fire with fire and you so desperately wanted to be burnt. You were going to seduce the Mischievous god and see just how much he could handle what he put you through. A taste of his own medicine.

The next morning you started planning. Quickly getting dressed and making your way to the living room only to run into Natasha. "Where are you off to so quickly Y/N?" she asked giving u a suspicious look. Knowing you could never lie to the assassin you told her your plan and made her swear on her life to not tell anyone else especially Thor. He a nice lovable guy but damn the man can gossip and if it gets to him the whole world would know.

"Well thank god your finally doing something about it. Bout time you do something about all your pent up sexual frustration" she says as she laughs as you glare at her and quickly grab some keys and head out the door.

Sighing as you make your way into the small lingerie shop you go in before you could change your mind about the plan. Walking through the store you quickly find the little number you're looking for. With a devious and proud smile you make your way to the counter to buy your items spotting a pair of handcuffs behind the counter. "Could you throw those in too" you shyly ask the store clerk who stares at you for a bit but happily grabs them and scans your remaining items.

After finishing your small shopping trip you quickly shot Nat a text to make sure Loki's not home. When she confirmed he was out on a mission with Thor and wouldn't be back till around midnight you smiled and quickly made your way back home the plan going perfectly.

Making your through the house as discreetly as you could with the bags you were carrying you hastily made your way to Loki's room picking the look with magic and entered the clean and pristine room. You'd been in there a few times before but never really took in all the details. His room was huge, dark green walls were decorated with books and large king size bed with the most delicate of black silk sheets and and nightstand on either side. His large windows were covered with green and black curtains blocking out the moonlight with a large desk right by it. You had guessed it was for this research and reading. It was truly something fit for a prince.

Looking at your watch seeing it was already around 9 you got to work. Grabbing your bag you emptyed all its belongings onto the bed. Picking up the steel handcuffs you placed them on the headboard knowing they were going to be a fun tool you would use later. Next you laid out the little number you got from the shop smirking knowing your were going to drive the god crazy with it. The green and black set would surely get all of his undivided attention with a long black silk to finishing off the look. Laying it all out on the bed you took out a box of condoms and a few other small things. Grabbing the set you quickly head to the gods bathroom to shower and prep for a night you've honestly been waiting for.

Getting out of the shower after shaving and exfoliating you quickly dried off and started on your hair but in the end you decided to leave it down in it natural curls and settled for a tad bit of lip gloss and mascara. Getting dressed and hastily putting your robe on you looked at your phone to see it was 11:50. Getting a little excited as Loki should be here any minute you exited the bathroom and after spraying a tad of prefume laid in the king size bed waiting for the prince to enter.

Loki knew something was slightly off. Looking for you to pick with and tease only to realized you weren't here. Sighing a bit sadly he made his way to his room. Though he wouldnt admit it Loki knew had falling for you but he didnt have to nerve to tell you worried of scaring you away so he just acted like a asshole to push you away from him instead.

Unlocking his door and entering his dark room he automatically knew he wasn't alone. Pulling out a dagger he felt around his room to find the light switch only to be blown completely away but what he saw when they turnt on.

"Hi Loki" you say seductively as you sat on the edge of bed legs wide open for him to see. "I-um..Y/N" he says still in shock but quickly trying to regain his dominant and confident persona. "What's wrong love? what happened to that sliver tongue of yours hmm?" you questioned confidently standing from the bed and making your way over to him. Running a finger down his strong chest you looked up at the god knowing completely what you were doing to him by the bulge in his pants. " Y/N if you continue with your actions I will have no choice but to ravish you on every piece of furniture in this room" he says in such a deep voice you can feel your panties getting wetter as every word slips from his lips.

" That was the plan my king" you purr seductively into his ear as you watch his eyes darken with lust. Smirking he says "I did not know you had it in you kitten I'm impressed" Pulling you into a rough but passionate kiss Loki's hands roamed all down your body caressing each and every curve along the way. Roughly grabbing your ass making you moan in the process allowing Loki's tongue to enter your mouth easily over powering yours. As your hands tangle in his soft hair you slowly break off the kiss but not before nipping at the gods bottom lip. Grabbing his hand and leading him to the king size bed you pushed him onto the bed and slowly and seductively crawled on top.

Sitting in the gods lap making you both groan as his leather covered bugle got harder underneath your dripping sex. You kissed him again slowly but just as rough as the first while your hands made quick work of his amour and shirt throwing it across the room. " Lay down" you say dominantly taking the god off guard but he complied slowly laying his head against the soft pillows. Grabbing his hands one by one you cuffed them to each side of the headborad the mischievous god too turned on to protest so he let you eager to see what you had in store for him.

Getting off of him you walked to the center of the room knowing Loki was watching you added a tad bit more sway to your hips. Turning around you slowly let your robe drop from your shoulders letting the god see completely what you had to offer him. Loki groaned loud as he took you in completely eyes slowly raking down your whole body making you hotter by the minute.

“Stop the torture love, Come and sit on my face” He said in such a deep lustful voice you almost came undone right then and there. Not needing to be told twice you quickly made your way over to the bed climbing on top of the god making your way to hover just above his face. Moving your panties aside for the god he got right to work sucking harshly on you clit and tasting everything you had to offer. His groans sending vibrations through you heated core making you legs shake a bit moaning loudly knowing you werent going to last long. Feeling strong arms around your hips holding you in place you gasp. Realizing Loki broke the cuffs but to far gone in ecstasy to care anymore. "Ahh Loki...please" you pleaded feeling a all too familiar coil in your stomach. "Please what love" Loki asked in between small slow licks on your dripping wet core pushing you closer to the edge with lick of his tongue. " ohh make me cum Loki..please" before you even finished your sentences completely you were on your back Loki's head still in between your slighty shaky legs. Gasping as he went back to work while entering two long fingers inside of you his tongue expertly drawing figured 8's on you clit. You were seeing stars as your hands worked there way into Loki's hair slightly tugging and pulling here and there. Feeling his fingers pick up pace you couldn't take it anymore finally letting go as Loki lapped up all your juices not missing a drop. " By the Gods darling you taste even better then you look" Loki said as he made his way back up your body lips connecting instantly.

Loki stood from the bed not breaking the kiss grabbing by the thighs to pick up your legs immediately wrapping around his waist moan as you feel his cock press against your sensitive core. He walked you over to his desk and letting you down carefully. "Turn around" he said not asking but telling you but you didnt mind as you did as you were told. Bending you over the desk Loki pressed himself flush against you. "You see what you've caused love. You did this to me and now we're going to take care of it" his words doing nothing but making your wet cunt quake with excitement and you couldn't do anything but just moan in response. Hearing his belt unbuckle and pants fall to the ground you bit your lip in anticipation.

Gripping your hair not enough to hurt you but enough to make you know he was in charge Loki pressed his now bare cock between your pantie covered folds teasing you relentlessly. " I am going to ruin you for any other man Y/N. In fact there'll never be another man. You are mines" Loki whispers hotly into your ear making your hips move involuntarily grinding into his cock. Laying you back down on the desk Loki slowly makes work of your panties and bra getting rid of both throwing them somewhere. "God you're a work of art" Loki groans as he kisses down your back hand leading his throbbing cock towards your core.

Roughly and quickly Loki was fully inside of you in a instant. Pushing your hips back letting him know to move he pulled almost completely out before slamming back into your pussy setting a ungodly pace. Gripping the desk as he pounded into you so vigorously you gasp and moaned as you felt and stinging on your ass cheek. " You like that dont you kitten? You like when I'm being rough with you? fucking you so hard that you can barely speak?" Loki groaned gripping your hair giving your ass another smack. "ahhh.....Yes Lokii" you felt that coil again knowing you were about to cum.

".Fuck.. Loki" you moaned loudly surely everyone in the house heard but honestly you didn't give a damn. "Thats right love scream my name. Let everyone know who makes you feel this good. Who your body desires at night. Who fucks you like no other man ever will. Say it." he groans loudly thrusting into at a crucial pace. "You Loki....ahh..nobody else but you" you say as your legs start to shake .

"Im gonna cum" for the second time tonight you feel you cunt tighten ready to release again. "Cum for me darling. cum for Your King" Loki said as his hand found their way to your breast gripping them and slowly rolling your nipples between his fingers finishing you off as you came hard tighten around his cock triggering Loki's orgasm to follow right behind yours sending thick hot ropes of cum into your core.

Picking you up and carrying you to bed Loki went into the bathroon getting a warm towel to clean you both off and slide into bed next to you."Hey" you smiled brightly at the god next to you. "Hello love" he replied causing you both to laugh a bit. "You know I meant what I said about you being mines. I dont want to share you with with anyone else Y/N" Loki spoke lightly almost shy."I wouldn't have it any other way my love" you smiled brightly at him giving him a small kiss. Wrapping his strong arms around you, sleep fell upon you both quickly for it was the first time you both went to sleep truly happy in a long time.

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Hi guys I know it been forever since I posted a story. I'm kinda rusty so I hope you guys dont hate it too bad lol love you guys😩💛. Comment and Reblog plz😊

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Only For A Moment (Prologue 1)

“Hi darling muffin! As you already know, I think about OFAM a lot...like ALOT. And I have a question. Bucky was obviously trailing the reader for a while before he let himself be seen/known by her. What was he possibly thinking or feeling when he first saw her? What was going through his mind during that time before he revealed himself?”

I fucking love you. Have I made that clear recently?

So. Tumblr ate @wonderlandmind4 ’s asks to me like 3 fucking times. But it may be for the best because instead of just answering you normally I’m gonna write a little prequel fic instead.

Hope this answers your question babe!

Bucky stares blankly at the ceiling of his small apartment. He can hear the traffic outside and the families in the apartments around him far better than any normal person ever could. For hours he lets those sounds wash over him, ground him, distract him from the ghosts in his head.

This was the benefit of being here rather than the farmhouse he’d stayed in for a couple of months after getting to Romania, the noise. Growing up in Brooklyn quiet was a hot commodity. Some part of him remembers seeking it out on rooftops and nighttime beach treks. Solitude away from city sounds, his parent’s arguing, his sister’s pestering. Now… he’d give anything to be annoyed by his family’s noise.

Sighing he finally sits up, leaning against the wall. He hadn’t left here in four days. The nightmares had been so bad. Flashbacks, the psychology book he read called them. Dreams so real they seeped into reality, distorted things to the point that a person couldn’t tell what was real. He was exhausted, on edge, and truly beginning to wonder why the fuck he was even trying.

Absently his fingers wander to the journal laying by the bed. That was why. He knew it in his bones. He wasn’t going to let go until he got it all back, everything they took from him, and he couldn’t go before telling Steve he was so sorry… How could he have done that-

His right fist slams into the mattress, the springs groaning in protest. This wasn’t doing him any good, hiding out in here. Being in the city was stressful sometimes but he wasn’t about to fly off the handle… he needs the distraction.

The October day is bright, a little warm even. Blue skies with perfect puffy clouds floating languidly about. It was beautiful. The perfect day to go to a park. He’d been meaning to check out Cișmigiu Gardens, so he sets off in that direction.

It’s barely noon when he gets there and seeing that it’s Thursday, the park is fairly deserted. There are enough people to serve as the distraction he needs, plus the park is beautiful, some flowers still blooming and foliage still fairly green despite fall being here.

“Alice!” Bucky spins on his heel toward the sound of the woman. She’s a few yards away running after a giggling toddler who’s heading straight for the water.

He moves to chase down the kid but a boy bolts from his sunny spot on a bench, fast, very fast. Something about the way he moves gives Bucky pause.

The toddler has a head start on everyone and is just about to the water. One pudgy leg goes to take a step into the water and by some sheer force of luck, they fall back… somewhat unnaturally, as if they were pulled. But…

The boy snatches the baby up, who immediately starts to wail, their master plan thwarted. From his place, he can just hear the boy coo to comfort the child. He must be very young, voice still soft and feminine.

Panting the mother catches up. Thanking the young man profusely. As he hands the toddler to its mother Bucky see’s his face… except… he knows this face somehow.

Suddenly he can’t breathe but he can’t look away. Despite appearances, he knows this isn’t a young man. You’re a woman… it feels like someone’s digging an icepick into the front of his brain. He grits his teeth trying to focus.

Quickly he sits on a bench, diagonal and down a bit from the one you got up from, pulling a book from his bag to hide his gawking. Thankfully you’re not paying any attention at the moment. You head back to your sunlight drenched bench.

Fuzzy images flash through his mind. You look so different, he remembers thick hair, falling loose into your face. A face that’s crying, bloody, scared… of him? Of course of him… You look just past him, he freezes, but you don’t notice him before you lay back on the bench, eyes on the blue sky.

Could you really be Hydra…? Because surely that’s why he knows you. A Hydra trainee… someone he was supposed to break…

There’s something else there though. He knows it he just can’t touch it.

For hours Bucky watches you. Strangely you don’t do much but look at your phone from time to time, drink out of your large paper coffee cup, and stare at the passing clouds, or the water or the people. Much like him, you seem to fade into the background. No one paying you any mind at all. It makes his chest tighten just a bit... the melancholy that settles around you despite the beautiful day around you.

When you finally get up he can’t help it. He has to follow. In all this time he hasn’t seen one Hydra agent, not one face he recognizes. Bucharest should be safe, it wasn’t a hub for any of Hydra’s active bases, off the radar entirely… So why…

You slip into a store and exit with a bottle of whiskey, snacks, and cigarettes. From there he tails you to a rundown block just near Lake Floreasca. It’s the first time you seem to pay attention to your surroundings before you go into a dilapidated building and don’t exit again.

That night he dreams of hitting you… with his left fist. He remembers them briefing him, he was to go until you stayed down. They preferred he didn’t kill you, too valuable, too unique for some reason. All he saw was a woman, a target… But then… He wakes up drenched in sweat, his head feeling like it’s going to crack open.

Bucky spends the next eight days following you. He knows he shouldn’t. A part of him thinks you could be a threat, an agent sent here to flush him out, bring him in… his gut says something else… even though he doesn’t know exactly what that something else is.

What he does know is that an active agent or asset usually eats regularly, something you don’t do. They don’t go out for multiple coffees, chain smoke, and go through handles of liquor a day… No, his gut says you’re not an active agent at all… You look like someone who’s hurting and lost… just like him.

It’s stupid. He knows it’s stupid. If you are someone he hurt you won’t have any interest in speaking to him, why would you? But there’s that little nagging thing he can’t reach. Something different… Something special… He fucking hates that he can’t get to it. And it’s that little something paired with his crushing sense of loneliness that makes him finally decide to let you see him.

The day is bright again as he waits just down the way from what appears to be where you’re living. He doesn’t even register it though. His heart is thundering in his ears, breath ragged. 

There are so many things that can go wrong here. Not least of which being that you could lead them to him… he’d rather die than go back but… he needs this. And maybe, just maybe you do too. Though he can’t allow himself to hope that he could do something, anything good for someone else. Still... 

You’re eating breakfast, that’s good, he doesn’t think you ate at all the day before. While he doesn’t want to interrupt you the busy morning street is as good a place as any for him to get in your line of sight, to see if you even know him. Strategically he stands by a newsstand just down from the Starbucks you’re in front of and waits.

To anyone else, he’s just a man looking at the paper, but his eyes are glued to you. After a few minutes, you seem to sense that you’re being observed. Maybe you do have some self-preservation skills… He feels your eyes lock on him.

It happens quickly, so quickly that no one around you catches it. But it looks almost like your table and the items on it begin to float just slightly before settling, spilling your coffee. He takes the moment of distraction to disappear, his heart threatening to beat its way out of his chest.

You knew him… That much was clear. Now he just had to find out how you fit into his story… why you’re different… whatever came after, he was ready for.

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[feral-anarchy]

Mornin’ had this cool dream.

Which I always have the best dreams if I wake up then go back to sleep.

But it was me (except I was a blue eyed raven haired hot guy) and a bunch of friends. We were on a cruise and an accident happened half way through and the ship pulled a titanic minus the iceberg.

My group of friends got washed away from the rest of the ship which saved us because everyone else aboard got sucked under and killed.

We ended up washing up on this island that was really weird that no one knew was even there and for a long while we just panicked and tried to figure things out. I don’t remember if we found natives first or this magic stone in a cave that turned us all into crazy strong awesome looking creatures that resembled the natives (I was still hot with black hair and blue eyes but I looked like this guy from this YouTube video: https://youtu.be/r0s0E_WsqvQ ) but whichever happened first it happened right after finding a odd looking skeleton on the beach.

We found the natives at this “bar” where they clustered about and were told that we washed up on this ancient island that has existed hidden from the rest of the world and we had slipped into their dimention bubble- and we werent the only ones who have done so.

Turns out when the island needed new guardians it would “summon” them. Of course we asked about that and was told that the previous guardians were killed not to long ago and the (insert name cuz I don’t remember) race kept coming onto their island via their oen dimention rip and trying to take over and murder everyone and if they got to the stone they could destroy the entire world and get into the human world where they could feast.

They were three times as large or larger than us and resembled dinosaurs but in thick clunky square-ish shapes like blocks on blocks. They could speak too but it was more gutteral.

They were cruel monsters. Well my group left the bar and fought amongst are selves because 1: we didnt ask for this 2: we shouldn’t have to fight 3: if we dont fight the world could end and everyone we love 4: we had to find a way home 5: could we ever go home? 6: fighting monsters!? Probably dying horribly like that skeleton we found?? 7: we were monsters now too! Could we ever be human again? Needless to say there was a LOT of arguing and a blond girl (we changed but not that much) decided to not fight and leave the group. She ended up betraying us in the end and got eaten in a horrible way because of it. But that was at the very end.

The first time we see the monsters was terrifying and it was like the horizon along the beach split. Harsh light blinded us and the ocean receded. We had no idea how to fight or control our new skills.

Two of our friends got slaughtered and we all got terribly hurt. The monsters retreated though cackling- this was fun for them! They had just been playing with us. Of course the group freaked out and we all faught again.

We decided to look for a way home and in the meantime we would fight. To protect our dimention and ourselves.

So we learned to fight- and quickly.

We learned of the island and of legends about two children and these eggs that could save everything for all eternity rendering guardians useless. But it was only a legend and had never come true or even looked like it might come true at any time. Especially considering the children- human children- would have come from the bad guys dimention. And all the humans on their dimention were dead and eaten eons ago.

We got our asses kicked so much. But we won each fight none the less. There was this one short and stout very blocky shaped big bad who was yellowish who developed this last relationship with me (they often retreated in fights and we found out who were the leaders and head soldiers because we couldn’t kill them. They’d just retreat at the end of a battle)

It was this playful, nasty, sadistic and sexual relationship that was COMPLETELY one sided. Remember, im a raven haired blue eyed hot guy with a tail.

I recall he had a fondness for spines. He groped and licked my face with a giant gross tongue before injuring me with a hard blow to the gut or a kick thatd send be skipping across the ground like a rock. We got the hell beat out of us all the time.

It was right after a big battle when we thought they were coming back. Light split the sky and the waves drew back. We waited, terrified and defiant but it was no monsters that appeared but two tiny silhouettes that got bigger until we saw that it was a young boy and an older girl. Maybe 7 and 10? They were tattered brown gross long shirts and looked like they had been through hell. The girl was blond with freckles and the boy was dark tan (like Ezran from TDP) with brown hair. They were carrying a round wicker basket. We raced to them as they were followee by some lower monsters.

We killed the monsters and brought the kids back to our natives. It was revealed that these kids were the prophecy! And in the basket they had- eggs! Some were crushed and their yolks ran but some where still good. They all looked like colorful cool looking rocks.

Of course the big bads figured out their humans had escaped along with their eggs because of the blond traitor who ratted us out when they raided the “bar” with the natives in it and told them our weaknesses in exchange for her own life, and launched their biggest assault weeks later. Bit we had healed and were ready to die like the guardians before us.

We found out she betrayed us because she was with them when they showed up all calm and in formation. Erie and smug. The big bad leader had her on his shoulder and told us of her betrayal in exchange for her life before snatching her with his giant hand and tore her apart and devoured her sloppily before our eyes.

My enemy across the front lines was across from me, he caught me attention and sexually licked his lips looking me up and down and I glared in return, a growl rumbling in my chest and my lip twitching to a snarl.

Then suddenly thr battle began! Some of the natives who knew how to fight were with us this time because this was the fight to end all fights!

The “bar” is where my personal battle endes up with my monster as the battle as a whole spread quite far. We were a large group to begin with and even moreso with the natives but the big bads brought their whole force.

I recall being grabbed by the face after being stunned by a gut shot them tossed into the ajr3 where I was met with a huge knee in the gut that sent me flying straight up and slamming my spine across the top of a doorframe bending me backwards. Teeth bared in pain I fell and the door frame crumbled around me. I lay there for a moment then groaned, rolled my eyes exasperated and rolled myself over to get up to continue the fight.

Elsewhere the children raced to get to the magic stone with the eggs, which kept getting broken which redered them useless but there were still a few left.

We didn’t know the finer details of what they needed to do but they did. Together they needed to break an egg over the stone using the stone to crack it, then together needed to grasp the stone with the yolk, fingers laced together with the others hands until a light shone from the stone. This would take the childrens lives in exchange for protection.

I was able to get away to help protect the kids as they ran to get to the stone. My monster followed but one of my companions were right on our tails!

As my monster had me on my back, me holding him off by the throat with my staff, his tongue lolling and dripping bit fat stinking globs of saliva on me I shouted to my companion to “Keep going! Protect the kids!!! Ive got this..”

I kicked my enemy off and we continued to battle.

Back on the beach it was an absolute bloodbath and it seemed the enemy was winning. Injured and exhausted the group and what remained of the natives continued to withdraw to the center of the island as our enemy pushed on.

Back to me and my monster. He was telling me all of the disgusting sexual things he was going to do to me before and as he was killing me. I tried to block him out best I can, rage filling me when he mentioned what he would do to my friends once he was done with me and I lost it when he smirked and began to comment on what he was going to do to the children after as I had grown attached to them and loved them at this point.

With a ferocious roar, teeth so bared you could see gums I lept, caught my monster off guard and slammed my staff through his ugly mouth and pinned him to the ground, finally ending it.

Moments after as I was staggering, gripping my bloodied arm trying to head to the stone to protect the kids a mighty light shone from the middle of the island. The children had done it! They were finishing the spell! They had one last egg to use and they did it!!!

A giant wave of power and light swept through the island, bent the trees and kicked up sand at the beach where the main battle was.

Everyone paused, the big bads looking horrified as one by one they started to disintegrate. They tried to run back to their portal but many didn’t make it, especially the leaders and our personal enemies.

I could have collapsed then and there but I had to get to the children.

As i was about to enter the mouth of the cave a native came out looking joyful but sad. She had been there to protect the children as a last effort though she was old and weak- i think she was the healer and still had a tiny bit if magic.

She told me not to go in for I would find nothing but starlight dust. The children were no more, they had given their lives for us all.

Tears ran down my cheeks without shame and the healer and I began to make our way back to the beach.

On the way I found my friend who I had told to keep going to protect the children- he didn’t make it.

We kept going until we got back to everyone. We were so happy! But… Could we go home now? Did we even want to? Were the world’s sealed for good now?

Exhausted we collapsed and were wrapped in bandages.

That night a great celebration was had! A feast, bonfire, the whole 9. I was leaning back against a log by a fire, a drink in my hand and my friends around me. I placed the drink down, my eyes begining to droop.

Someone was doing a silly impersonation of our battle and I chuckled at them, a smile on my face and one arm draped over my bandaged stomach, hiding the pool of blood that was slowly seeping out of me.

My friends, the cruise, getting turned into guardians, the battles, how long we had been here. The fight of our lives- the children who gave theirs.

It was all so much and so amazing. Smiling I quietly chuckled again at the dancers antics, my friends around me.

Still smiling my head lolled to the side, I heard one of my friends ask my name in quiet concern, my vision went dark…

And then I woke up.