#my evil sleep deprived beast

[degrees-of-fuck]

A lil, really fucking rough idea for the clara Design Update. it’s pretty minor.

#clarabelle my wretched belle #my evil sleep deprived beast #my silly rabbit #basically the clothes r different #i draw her hair a bit differently #she's more fucked up and disheveled as she should be #i decided she has a leedle glasses chain #for fun #but yeah i think people are just inconsolably attracted to her miserable aura #and her autism stare #and her sickly countenance #and that's the plot of the game to me #Clara (DoL PC) #my art

[samodivaa]

You bought me...a mattress? (Oneshot)

Bucky Barnes x ex!Asset Reader

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ The sun has just risen. She is dragging a huge mattress through the hallway. (Fluffy AF) (had an idea, wrote it) ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Bucky doesn’t fear solitude, is not afraid of his own company and the small, minimalist styled apartment. As the sun whispers good morning with soft golden rays, he turns to the other side so the light doesn’t reach his face. Bucky is troubled, his heart a little heavy and lately experiencing more nightmares - he wonders how many nights have passed, the sleep deprivation already affecting his body. His tired eyes demanding him to rot away in bed all day once again. The haunted mind catches fire – the dread and evil of his night terrors punishing him for weeks. And she understands — without Bucky even speaking a word. It’s both a blessing and a curse to share the same trauma. And even though she is harsh, restless and despairing – she has so much love and patience for him. They were both ripped into being alive after spending decades together at Hydra. Their life is pain, suffering , but they are alive and it’s spectacular. They know each other too well, showing the true colors of the human-self, having all their intentions unmasked, finally seeing the truth behind the façade of a machine, both understanding that there are beasts within, still drinking from their souls. Odd sounds coming from the hallway, disturbs his thoughts completely. Bucky tosses and turns in bed for a while, but with his lack of sleep he is less patient as he ventures out of the room to investigate.

„Y/n…what…what are you doing?“ he stares in utter disbelief, leaning against the door frame as he folds his arms. This certainly isn’t something he expected. Taking his bewildered state as an opportunity to explain herself. „Oh my gosh, Bucky! You ruined the surprise!“ „What surprise?“ Her lips twisted into a grin as she opened her mouth to speak. „I bought you a mattress, but it took me a while to get it up the staircase, it is huge.“ This was her way of saying - I can’t promise to solve all your problems but I can promise that you won’t have to face them alone. He is always polite with his sadness, not wanting to load her with even more sorrow as she has to fight the terrors of the night too. Bucky knows that he is y/n’s hiding place, the place she can put every secret, every solitude, every tear, and be absolutely certain he will keep it safe, sometimes calling him at the middle of the night – crying on the floor, waiting for his comforting presence – Bucky’s hands are unbearably beautiful to her, clinging onto something familiar. His devotion sometimes turning into anger as she holds onto his metal hand, a habit from long time ago. Bucky doesn’t want to try to make sense of it, neither brings it up in fear or embarrassing her. Her deep wounds are turning to seed of rebirth, waiting to grow into beautiful a human being, but it takes time. „Will you help me or will you just stay shirtless at the doorway?“ she holds out her arms, expecting him to help. „It’s 7 am, y/n“  his tone of voice still grumpy, but his manner is a bit more open, that man is so difficult to read sometimes. It is even harder to read him when he puts a stoic expression. „You can’t sleep on the floor“

„Says who?”  He tilts his head up to look at her while grinning viciously, not trying to hide his amusement. „Jesus…just move out of my way“ an audacious expression plastered on y/n’s face as she sighs in irritation at Bucky, rolling her eyes - continuing to drag the mattress. „You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?” he says sighing dramatically, coming closer to her to snatch the mattress out of her hands, dragging it all by himself to his room. „Oh, Sergeant Barnes, you are so strong“ her tone tone indicates sarcasm. He chooses to take that as a joke and laughs softly.

Sunlight illuminates the exquisite addition to his room. While she is looking at the mattress, his captivating blue eyes stare straight through y/n, he’s spend hours just admiring her.

She hums quietly, reaching down to lie on it. „Come on, test it out“ She glances at him from the corner of her eye and smirks. He obeys, throwing himself on the mattress with a groan.

„Hm, not bad.” „This, this is the beginning of loving yourself…welcome home, Bucky“ That sentence sends a blaze of light to flame in him, he feels loveable, he feels enough. The past simply sheds its dress and flows through, replaced by love.

Little to her knowledge, he is appreciating being that close to her way too much as they both stare at the celling in silence. Bucky looks over to the window , trying to distract himself but it is not working. His gaze keeps drifting back to y/n. Sometimes he forgets about their past, appreciating what still remains of them. He chooses to love her in silence because in silence he finds no rejection, and in silence no one owns her, but him. He noticed this to be a common theme with their "relationship". The tension is there, but not acting upon it. There's nothing wrong with being scared of a relationship, but he can't let himself from doing what his heart demands. Bucky desires her violently, and her waits. She too is quiet, but not blind...

A sleeping woman, her breathing so peaceful and calm. I could stare forever, My eyes fixed to her soft, calm face. The curve of her lips, I think I’ve found my peace, I think I’ve found my home.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fluff #one shot #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x fluff #bucky x ex!asset reader

[gallifreyanhotfive]

*more warning for me talking about my watching the show fic*

Anyway, context:

I did not expect that much interaction on my silly sleep deprived post! ❤️

As some of you probably know, my original plan was to go into Storm Warning after The Giggle, but I didn't know what to choose after that, which is what I was trying to figure out while writing that other post.

Anyway, I've been doing some thinking...

PROPAGANDA (probably gibberish but my brain is evil rn)

TV Movie: 7 regenerates into 8 because of the American Healthcare System. The Master is a goo snake. He slithers into a new body and proceeds to want the Doctor’s body the whole damn movie. Post regeneration sillies. The Master literally roars like a wild beast. 8 kisses Grace. He fuckin FORGOR. 8 talks about his father for a little bit. Half human????

Night of the Doctor: 8 regenerates into War. Lots of interesting ties to the EU. Short but devastating. This guy pretty much does himself in. Depiction of common perception of Time Lords at the time

Storm Warning: CHARLOTTE POLLARDDDDDDDDD. 8 gets a new companion! He is whimsy and so much more, but there is a foreboding sense to it. RAMSEY THE VORTISAUR. 8 talks a little bit about the Academy Era. Both this and the TV Movie would eventually lead to Zagreus.

The Conscript: 8 gets forced to be apart of a Time War recruitment camp under the threat of Ollistra doing something to his companions. Very good depiction of Time Lords being used as cannon fodder. YOU ARE NOT SONTARANS. Disturbing Gallifreyan nationalistic song. 8 makes everyone's lives difficult. Daleks daleks daleks

Day of the Vashta Nerada: Gallifrey is trying to weaponize the Vashta Nerada for use in the Time War. This doesn't end well. Pretty much everyone dies! Enter GIANT Vashta Nerada and enter the Nerada Vashta.

A Heart on Both Sides: NYSSAAAAAAAA. Nyssa is on The Traken providing hospital relief to those affected by the Time War. She has a helper named Dr. Foster (wink). They go to the planet Reeve, which is incredibly anti-Gallifreyans because the High Council has been blowing up their factories. Time Lord spy. Anti Gallifreyan graffiti and the use of Praxis gas, which almost kills 8.

The Lords of Terror: companion Bliss wants to go visit her parents, only to discover it has been covered in a big dome. 8 gets tortured yet again. Are the Daleks or the Time Lords responsible for this atrocity? Gallifrey is a fucked up society.

In the Garden of Death: 8, Bliss, and the Twelve are in a Dalek POW camp. Oh no they forgor everything! The Daleks torture the heck out of these guys. These amnesiacs briefly wonder if 8 is a bad guy. Interrogation on Interrogation on Interrogation

Mary's Story: Two 8s collide with Mary Shelley and Co at Villa Diodati. First an older 8 who has been affected by vitreous time, leaving him in horrific shape (burns, muscle, bone....I'll spare you the details) to the point where he literally dies for a little bit. Gets electrocuted and turns into basically Frankenstein's Monster. Young 8 turns up, finds these really quite embarrassing, saves the day, and takes Mary on as a companion

#i will eventually open these up to the novels as well. #i just gotta figure out the logistics #watching the show #doctor who #dw #dr who #eighth doctor #big finish audios #big finish doctor who #big finish #doctor who eu #dw eu #doctor who expanded universe #time war #tv movie #doctor who tv movie #someone send help #also feel free to ignore this #i just like polling the audience

[stars-and-birds]

okay so i actually know very little about the x men but what roles are u thinking of for the party?

OKAY. you have awakened nerd esme. prepare urself. this will be long. sooooo long.

so for context the x men— created in 1963 by stan lee and jack kirby and fictionally brought together by professor x, a wheelchaired mutant with telepathic abilities, were/are mutants. mutants are a different species than humans and are as such treated terribly by them. they have “mutations” which give them powers and shit. they were basically created as parallels to real life bigotry and are hated by the general public (in the marvel verse everyone irl loves them. or i do. )

anyway, the original five were—

angel aka warren worthington III (yes that is his actual name) who had wings on his back. now they’re metal. it’s complicated but not important. he’s basically the token rich boy, blond hair, blue eyes, yeah. total knockout in canon too apparently. cyclops aka scott summers who had a red laser beam that continuously comes out of his eyes and as such he wears/wore a special visor made out of special ruby glass professor x found for him. quick fun fact he had so low self esteem and was so depressed professor x made him leader out of fear he would fucking kill himself. which is very dark. a bit stoic and pretty much an old man (he canonically watched seinfield). and he’s transmasc to ME. beast aka hank mccoy who is basically a genius and really strong and stuff. eventually he turns into a literal beast but i’m too sleep deprived to remember how that happened lolol marvel girl aka jean grey who was the token Girl™️ of the group and who possessed too many abilities to keep track of, and when she has them. she gets fucked up at some point in the chris claremont x men run (which is truly iconic) and becomes possessed by the phoenix force(specifically in issue #134, the issue will wanted in episode one) and becomes like evil and shit. the phoenix force is a cosmic evil being and she becomes *dark* phoenix and it’s a whole thing. also pour one fucking out for her imagine being surrounded by teenage boys and hormones most of whom have a crush on you and being able to read their minds. jean babe i’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through. and bobby drake aka iceman who has *gasp* ice powers. he’s a bit of the goofball of the group and can turn basically turn himself into ice which is explored more in more recent comics. he’s also been revealed as gay. one small step for mutants i suppose they’re all queer but nobody tell them.

wow that was long! sorry. anyway onto the actual au stuff. my original plan was to make each member of the part correspond to a o5 x men member, but since there are six i thought i’d add one more for max.

mike is cyclops! i think it fits in a special sort of way that i can’t really articulate since they have such different personalities. but just trust me.

el is jean, in the telepathic sense and being surrounded by boys most of the time sense. rip.

dustin is beast. tech savvy, smart, tested different bc of how he looks— it fits. so so well.

again the personalities may not fit on the surface but i think will is iceman. they’re both sort of softer than everyone else, and whole will is quieter it just makes sense to me haha.

uhh so i don’t actually think lucas would be warren… mayhaps i’m still considering… which means i wrote that whole description for basically nothing but i think it’s funny so i’m keeping it there. anyway i think lucas would be… idk. i’m still thinking it over but maybe gambit.

so for max @hellmo suggested rogue who would be great but i’m also still mulling it over. maybe kitty pryde! idk.

technically i think brenner would work as prof x but obviously that’s a no-go so it’s gonna be mr clarke which i like more as concept actually. again, different personalities but i think that’s okay, because the general roles fit. plus i jsut think that dynamic would be fun to explore more.

so sorry this was long and doesn’t really have much au it’s more me seeing x men and going brrr… haha. thanks for the ask tho!!! i enjoyed talking about them :]

#long post #so so long #i’m sorry i nerded out #this au is half an excuse to just talk about the x men #but i do like the concept #rjay💘 #x men party au #the party #stranger things #ask #amazing mutuals

[liviavanrouge]

Livia: *Sits underneath a tree, yawning*

Sea Witch: You need to get some sleep!

Evil Queen: I agree, you're gonna collapse from sleep deprivation...

Thorn Fairy: Yeah...

Livia: I'll sleep in a moment! Hush up!

???: Why didn't you tell me....

Livia: *Looks up her eyes widening in shock, finding Epel there*

Epel: Why didn't you tell me Liv...

Livia: Epel...what...

Epel: .....I saw you summon the mirror....

Livia: *Stares at him, panic coursing through her*

King of Beasts: ADMIT NOTHING!

Queen of Hearts: LIE!

Livia: I don't know what you're talking about Epel...

Epel: .....I guess we're not really Best friends then, you...you used to tell me everything, now you're hiding a secret from me...

Livia: Epel, it's not li-

Epel: "It's not like that" Is that what you were gonna say....it seems like it...I'm gonna head back to Pomefiore...

Livia: Eps wait!

Epel: *Walks away, looking down* Cya Livia

Livia: .....Was it worth it...making me loose one of my friends...

King of the Underworld: That's the price that comes with harboring us in your mind..you loose friends..

Livia: *Looks down, then walks towards the orchard silently* All of you shut up, I don't want to hear a peep out of any of you guys

#twst oc #disney twst #twst livia #twst epel #epel twst #epel felmier #twisted wonderland epel #livia vanrouge #livia twst #great seven #twst great seven

[messenger-of-stupidity]

One word.

Wendigos.

Okay thank you for coming to my TED TALK

HAHAHAHAHHA YEAH RIGHT 

I have more about wendigos because I have a problem. No yall dont get to know what the problem is. That’s a secret for the winner of the hunt

pleasesendhelpihaventsleptfor27hours

FIVE FUN FACTS ABOUT WENDIGOS WITH MESSENGER!

1) It has Native American origin. Specifically the Native American tribes that spoke Algonquin (A dialect of Ojibwa spoken by the Algonquins. Which, if you didn’t know, are the Indigenous people living in Canada along the Ottawa River and its tributaries and westward to the north of Lake Superior.) The other tribes that had the wendigo in their folklore are the Saulteaux, the Cree, the Ojibwe, the Naskapi,  and the Innu (if I remember the last two right. Like I said, getting really sleep deprived and this is from memory. But I need to get it out of my brain and on here because I have the aforementioned problem.)

2) It has several names! They all are like some variation of Wendigo though. But the names are; Windigo, Witigo, Witiko, and Wee-Tee-Go. All of these roughly translate to “the evil spirit that devours mankind.”

3) As with most folklore, depending on the legend, the appearance of the Wendigo changes. But some describe the wendigo as an emaciated figure with ashen flesh. Others describe it as a giant creature up to 15 feet (4.5 metres) tall or as a beast that grows larger the more it eats. It may have sunken or glowing eyes and sharp yellowed fangs and claws. There are some that say it’s may appear as a monster with some human characteristics or as a spirit who has possessed a human being and made them monstrous. 3a) The Algonquian legend describes it as: “a giant with a heart of ice; sometimes, it is thought to be entirely made of ice. Its body is skeletal and deformed, with missing lips and toes.”  3b) The Ojibwa describe it as: “It was a large creature, as tall as a tree, with a lipless mouth and jagged teeth. Its breath was a strange hiss, its footprints full of blood, and it ate any man, woman, or child who ventured into its territory. And those were the lucky ones. Sometimes, the Wendigo chose to possess a person instead, and then the luckless individual became a Wendigo himself, hunting down those he had once loved and feasting upon their flesh.”

4) I know what you’re thinking. Wow Messenger! How does a wendigo possess a human? Going back to that whole “spirit that devours mankind” thing, keep that in your mind along with possession. Now, a wendigo is historically associated with cannibalism, murder, insatiable greed, and cultural taboos against such behaviors. Those kind of things might devour your humanity, and if you exhibit such behaviors, you must be possessed by a wendigo! Although they are called the Flesheaters of the Forest for a reason soooo.. devouring is in the literal sense as well.

5) A legit medical condition borrowed the name Wendigo! It’s called Wendigo psychosis. Some psychiatrists consider it a syndrome that creates an intense craving for human flesh and a fear of becoming a cannibal. Ironically, this psychosis occurs in people living around the Great Lakes of Canada and the United States. Wendigo psychosis usually develops in the winter in individuals isolated by heavy snow for long periods. The initial symptoms are poor appetite, nausea, and vomiting. Subsequently, the individual develops a delusion of being transformed into a Wendigo monster. People who have Wendigo psychosis increasingly see others around them as being edible. At the same time, they have an exaggerated fear of becoming cannibals.The most common response when a person showed signs of Wendigo psychosis was a curing attempt by traditional native healers. In past cases, if these attempts failed and the possessed person began to threaten those around them or to act violently or anti-socially, they were executed. There have been reports regarding this psychosis dating back hundreds of years (as far back as 1661).

#messy rambles #messenger of folklore #ig #wendigo #windigo #native american folklore #its actually hella fascinating #the original wendigo #the wendigo from video games and shit are fun too #but reading the actual legends #i figure out i liked it during halloween last year #have been hooked ever since #my friends are scared of windigos though #so i cant talk to them about it #which is kinda sad #but whatever #ill just post about it on tumblr #also if youre reading this #congrats #you won the hunt #so you got to know what the problem was

[sskk-ao3feed]

my morning star

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rR5oB7V by thefr34kshow Soma Miyamura gets Isekai'd into Bungou Stray Dogs, as the protagonist, Atsushi. And they go through a pretty rough time, trying to avoid every organization that exists on the planet Earth.   Soma is the genderfluid character referenced in the tags— and speaking of tags, please read the tags! This was supposed to be self-insert, however, you can read it as an OC-insert... I think. Words: 221, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Rhododendron Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Other Characters: Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), kind of - Character, Orphanage Headmaster (Bungou Stray Dogs), Beast Beneath the Moonlight (Bungou Stray Dogs), Byakko, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Original Characters Relationships: its not atsushi really, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)/Original Character(s), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Isekai, Reincarnation, Self-Insert, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Nakajima Atsushi-centric (Bungou Stray Dogs), Poor Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), not broke, hes quite the opposite now, Genderfluid Character, Trans Character, genderfluid falls under the trans umbrella, will add more tags as i go !, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Miyamura will narrate most of the story, save for some characters, they also only read the anime and manga, aswell as beast, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Gjallarhornit – Morning Star, its a song, LISTEN TO IT, Game: Resident Evil 3 Remake (2020) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rR5oB7V

#ao3feed sskk #akuatsu #fic rec

[4filen0tfound4]

Ok so basically since the start of August I have been constantly sleep deprived, like literally three uninterrupted nights of sleep across 60 days. But today, I got rid of the last thing in my way. I just killed the curse with my bare hands and now I’m going to wrench my energy away from their evil corpse

YESSSSS BESTIE SLAY THAT BEAST !!!!

#love how u phrased the end of it…so proud of you <3 #ty answers stuff

[ravensvirginity]

10 things YOU didn’t know about the Teen Titans!

We all remember growing up with the Teen Titans cartoon. Heck, who didn’t have their lesbian awakening with toon Raven? But what even the most loyal fans might not know is there are also Teen Titans comics that predate 2003! 

Test yourself with these 10 fun facts that YOU didn’t know about the Teen Titans! 

1. Dick Grayson Keeps Detective Equipment in His Underwear 

We all know Robin, the Boy Wonder. But what we weren’t “wonder”ing is what he keeps in his pants! As a detective, Robin has no time for pocketless pants. And who can blame him? 

2. The Titans Don’t Organize Their Communal Fridge

Each of the Titans has their own private kitchen, but what many loyal fans don’t know is they also have a communal fridge! Since most of the members are either not from Earth or severely sleep deprived, the fridge is poorly organized and has whole hamburgers just laying on the shelves. So relatable! 

3. Raven is More Popular at College than Kid Flash!

Did you know Raven went to college? We didn’t! We thought she was in high school! But when Raven did go to college, everyone liked her more than they liked Wally West. Wally even asked Raven to help him with his homework, because he was failing. Talk about relatable! If I hadn’t dropped out of high school, maybe I wouldn’t be writing this stupid list! 

4. Raven Didn’t Wear Pants Until She Became A Titan 

Nowadays, we imagine Raven as up to date with the latest gothic fashion, but back in the 80s, she wore pink! Not only that, she never wore pants until she was forced to while infiltrating a cult. We should applaud the Church of Blood for getting Raven started down the path of fashion. 

5. Starfire Hates Soap Operas

In one issue, Starfire says she hates soap operas. It’s kind of ironic, as her life is practically a soap opera! She’s a princess from another planet with an evil sister who’s been in a political marriage. She has even kissed Raven at her own wedding!

6. Gar is a creep! 

We know Beast Boy today as a loveable goof who’s Raven’s boyfriend. But in the 80s, he was a sexual harasser who sucked in every way! He even forgave Deathstroke for Terra’s death. What an awful guy! Truly scum of the earth! 

7. Marv Wolman Made Donna fall in Love with Two of His Self Inserts

In the 80s, Donna was dating a man named Terry Long, who was 29 while she was 19. As if this wasn’t bad enough, Terry and Marv also have an uncanny resemblance. To make it even worse, there’s also a storyline where Donna is kidnapped and mind controlled by a Greek God who looks just like a buffer Terry. For the love of God, Marv, stop it!

8. Even Marv Regrets Killing Joey

My editor told me to write a paragraph about this, but I don’t know who Joey is. 

9. Kory’s Room Has Holographic Birds 

This one’s a lot more lighthearted. Kory’s room in the tower is Tamaran themed, complete with wall to wall plants and holographic birds. Not many people know this, but in the comics, Kory sometimes has a fully developed personality with complex feelings! Crazy, right? 

10. We Will Probably Never Get NTT Characterizations Back

I’m crying. Are you happy, DC? Happy with your BBRae? Your Kori? Your Batfam Dick? I’m on my hands and knees here, DC. Please give us back the NTT. I’m not playing around anymore. I swear to God, DC--

That was 10 things YOU didn’t know about the Teen Titans! Hit that share button if you didn’t know some of these! 

#the new teen titans #new teen titans #ntt #shitpost #teen titans #dc comics #raven

[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 51: The Deal: Part 2

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, blood/gore, violence, medical gore

Summary: Ethan agrees to listen to Heisenberg and they all try to come up with a plan to stop Miranda.

Feedback appreciated, 18+. This one was very fun to write, I’m excited for you all the read it

The last chapter before the final!!!

The men bickered back and forth, Ethan being a surprisingly close match in the stubborn department to Heisenberg. Juniper had to play the part of mediator, Kolt definitely helping keep things from getting violent.

Anytime a voice raised the small boy would whimper and they would instantly calm to not risk tears.

Juniper bounced Kolt on her hip as they argued, rolling her eyes.

Eventually they came to a consensus.

“So…we won’t be using anyone's babies,” Ethan spoke sharply.

“Yeah, yeah.” Heisenberg shrugged, snorting, “I was being a big evil bastard. I get it.”

“We will work together to fight Mother Miranda, I’ll go after her directly so I can rescue Rose and you’ll use your army of dead guys against all the beast men, right?” Ethan explained.

“The Soldats.”

“Yea those guys. You have a bunch of those.” Ethan nodded.

“I used to have more…” Heisenberg snorted, shooting Ethan a look.

“Heis…” Juniper warned.

“I’m going to go with you to hit the bitch directly, Juniper is going to go with the Soldats and that wide bastard that’s snooping around.” Heisenberg pulled out a cigar, cutting it.

“You know that’s bad for the baby, right?” Ethan gestured to the cigar.

Heisenberg stiffened, looking at Ethan over the top of his shades. Juniper snickered.

Seeing the other man wasn’t about to listen to the warning Ethan went on, “I’m going to try to contact Chris, he can help.”

That made Heisenberg give a smirky chuckle.

~

Heisenberg was looking through papers at the kitchen table, Ethan sitting across from him. Juniper sat on the floor as Kolt exploded around.

Ethan watched the baby happily crawl around, toys scattered about the floor.

Kolt made his way over to Ethan, grabbing onto the man’s leg. The little boy pulled himself up into a shakily standing position, squealing out with victory.

“Can he walk yet?” Ethan asked, his chest swelling as he smiled down at the baby.

“Not quite yet.” Juniper nodded, “He’s just started pulling himself up.”

“It shouldn’t be long then.” Ethan's face a soft smile, offering his good hand to the boy.

Kolt gave a serious face as he reached out and patted Ethan’s palm with his own.

The little boy gave a big smile, looking up to meet Ethan’s gaze. An aching pain shot through his chest as he looked at the baby.

“What’s his name?” Ethan asked, trying to keep his voice even.

“Kolt Heisenberg.” Juniper smiled.

“Wait…” Ethan looked across the table almost dumbly, “Your name….isn’t Heisenberg?”

Heisenberg looked up, almost annoyed, “It is?”

“Your first name I mean…?”

“You thought my first name was Heisenberg??”

“It’s been a long day, ok.” Ethan sighed, “What is it then?”

“It’s Karl.” Heisenberg answered simply.

It was such a normal, plain name that it almost flew past Ethan. He never expected such a man to have a common name. The fact made him snicker in his sleep deprived state.

Heisenberg looked up, not appreciating the laughter as a response. “Shut the fuck up, Winters.” He slammed the papers down.

“Sorry.” Ethan took a breath to even himself, wiping his eyes.

When he sat his hand back down Juniper really looked at it. The bandage was off colored, a darkness seeped through it of old blood.

“Ethan…your hand?” Juniper finally asked.

Ethan blinked down at it, as if seeing it for the first time in hours. He’d pushed it to the back of his brain, much more pressing matters in the forefront.

“Oh ah…beast guy bit it.” He admitted, “Got some of my fingers…”

Juniper made a sound of concern. But before she could move Heisenberg stood and grabbed Ethan’s shoulder, a bit too roughly. The blonde looked up questionably at the sudden harshness.

“I’ll take care of him.” Heisenberg waved his wife away, looking down at Ethan, “Come on, let’s clean you up.”

Ethan started to object but was all but carried into the small apartment bathroom. Heisenberg instructed him to sit on the sink counter, turning and rummaging around for some medical supplies.

Ethan felt very out of his element, sitting dumbly as he waited for the other to find what he was looking for. His blue eyes swept around the room. It looked much too normal, Ethan shifted uncomfortably.

Heisenberg made a sound, finding the objects and setting them on the counter beside Ethan. He turned fully towards him now. He was rather close, Ethan looked down, so as not to meet his gaze.

He took the younger man’s hand in his own, looking over the bandage. He paused to take his shades off, his gloves to follow.

Ethan flushed, the feeling of his bare hands against his own much too personal for his liking, he was thankful that Heisenberg’s gaze was so zeroed in on his hand.

He took this moment to really look at the other, not getting the opportunity before. Outside of his hair color and the little crows feet that crinkled at the corner of his eyes the other didn’t show his age. His face had some deep scarring, his eyes a sparkling pale gold-hazel. Ethan kept up his ogling for a moment until those pale eyes flicked up to meet his own.

Ethan gulped, looking away and murmuring, “So what’s the verdict, Doc?”

Heisenberg grunted, removing the wrapping with deft fingers. His hands were much more calloused then the blonde’s, the younger ones fairer and more feminine.

The fingers were definitely gone, the leftover flesh torn and weeping a bit but the worst of it had already started to scar.

“Well…a lot better than I expected.” Heisenberg reached over for some medical scissors, speaking as he worked, “It seems like your body did a hell of a job healing what it could.” He poured a bit of alcohol over the blades, “But was unable to salvage some of the more ragged bits here. I’m going to remove them, then sew it up and give you some salve and clean bandages.” He already started snipping away the dead flesh. Ethan winced a bit but it was nothing compared to what he’d been through.

“Sound good, Papa?” Heisenberg asked, working despite an answer.

“…Don’t call me that.” Ethan grimaced, already uncomfortably.

“Would you rather me call you ‘Daddy’?” Heisenberg smiled up at him, teeth flashing roguishly. Seeing the light blush dust the others cheeks made him bark with laughter.

“Fuck you.” Ethan huffed, looking away.

“Cool down, Winters.” Heisenberg chuckled, sewing the wound up quickly, “I’m just yanking your chain.”

Ethan grumbled.

By the time he looked down again Heisenberg was wrapping the hand with bright white gauze. The man was very proficient with dressing wounds, and much more gentle then Ethan would have thought.

“After we kill that Bitch, I can set you up with a nice prosthetic!” He offered, already looking excited at the notion.

Ethan’s mouth was a thin line, looking over his newly bandaged hand. It did feel better, cleaner. “Let’s save my daughter then we can talk about it.” Ethan shrugged, sliding off the counter.

“Mhm.” Heisenberg nodded, busying himself over putting away all the supplies.

Ethan left the bathroom, wanting to distance himself from the cramped space, not enjoying the feeling the interaction left in him.

He stumbled back into the main room, all the trials of the long day finally catching up with him. Juniper saw him, stepping closer carefully.

“You should sit down.” She offered.

“No, I’m fine.” He shook his head, “We need to go.” He tried his best to sound certain.

Juniper took Ethan’s face in her hands, his skin was cold and his eyes dull. He looked completely exhausted.

“Ethan…” Juniper’s voice was soft, “Please get some rest.”

Ethan’s lips were a thin line as he looked away, “I need to save my daughter.”

“I know…I know. It’s only a few hours till sunrise, we can’t do much to help her until then.” Juniper smoothed his hair, “Get some sleep, we’ll wake you. I promise.”

Ethan deflated a bit into her hands, her tender tone and softness reminding him of his wife. He gave a tiny nod, allowing her to lead him to the couch.

“Sleep here, I’ll get you a pillow and blanket.” Juniper instructed. Heisenberg leaned against the doorframe, seething with jealousy, having watched the interaction.

Juniper saw this as she went by, hissing out softly, “He’s been through a lot. He deserves a bit of kindness.”

Heisenberg rolled his eyes, chewing his inner cheek.

Juniper returned to Ethan, handing him the pillow. As he laid back she tugged the blanket over him. It made Ethan feel strange and vulnerable.

“Heis and I have to go finish up some plans…Kolt is asleep in his crib.” She gestured to the opposite end of the room, “Sorry if he starts to fuss, I have a monitor on him.”

“It’s alright.” Ethan sighed, “…I'm used to sharing a room with…well a baby.” His chest hurt when he talked.

Juniper nodded in understanding as Heisenberg came and took her hand. They left the small apartment together.

Ethan eased into the softness of the worn out couch. The fact that Kolt was left in the same room quelled his fears of this set up being a potential trap. He let those thoughts ease him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Far too soon he was roused by a gloved finger tapping his cheek. Ethan groaned, blinking up into dark shades.

“Come on Papa, rise and shine.” Heisenberg tapped him again, “It’s showtime!”

#resident evil village #karl heisenberg #re8 oc #heisenberg x oc #in the steel steeds heart #heisenberg #resident evil #re8 ethan winters

[miraculouscontent]

Anonymous asked:

Just my sleep deprived thoughts coming in but I sort of feel like we right on the edge for the besdel test for dnb for episodes like: lies, 72 pigeons, furious fu, and the garbage fiestas of truth and gang of friends(?beasts??). Am I losing brain cells yes sorry anyways not a swipe at you just curious what your thoughts and you’re great take care of yourself 💙💙💙💙

Someone will definitely have to let me know when we’ve hit it because I’m pretty sure that’s a DNB.

Anonymous asked:

It just struck me that the anime/manga Phantom Thief Jeanne has quite a few parallels with ML but much better characters. Normal people get corrupted to be battled and purged, dark themed love interest who thinks annoying his way into someone’s heart is the way to go, best friend swinging between helpful/harmful (but for actual plot reasons), heroine with self doubts who gets lifted and guided by small otherwordly sidekick who gives her powers, secret/real identity love square (kinda - it takes a while, and one of them is aware of the truth the whole time). There’s even an umbrella scene (though in the middle, not the beginning) when feelings are realized. Note of interest being that both hero and love interest has a small, cute sidekick, hers a cute lil pastel angel, his a cute darker angel, who help them and give them life/battle advice and powers… however the heroine’s angel guide turns out to have been evil and leading her on the whole time *squints suspiciously at Tikki*

I’m not familiar with that name, but the idea of Tikki actually being evil wouldn’t surprise me, especially with Dread String of Fate theory...

#category: salt #other: ask and answer

[chapter-master-darius]

Quotes that have Darius vibes

From shitposts, to amazing people, mildly okay literature, and video games.

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

“Violence for violence is the rule of beasts.”

“In the future you will stand at the grave of god, which I dug, weeping and I will be the only creature you will be able to answer to. You will beg for death but I will deprive you of that luxury.”

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

“Shame is a folly in which I refuse to partake.”

“If the world chooses to be my enemy, I will fight like I always have.”

“I’ve been through Hell and I’ll come out singing.”

“Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.”

“I see now that the circumstances of one’s birth are irrelevant; It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.”

“Every man’s heart one day beats it’s final beat. His lungs breathe their final breath. And if what that man did makes the blood pulse throughout the body of others and makes them bleed deeper in something that’s larger than life, then his essence, his spirit, will be immortalized by the storytellers.”

“Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars you won.”

“I’m not taking any advice from you. You pronounce the ‘g’ in lasagna.”

“You have to ask yourself, would you rather be comforted by a lie or strengthened by the truth?”

“You can get used to a certain kind of poison.”

“I found a liquor store....and I drank it.”

“The anger in your heart warms you now, but it will leave you cold in your grave.”

“Pick a god and pray.”

“What is better- To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?”

“You could sooner divert a river from it’s course than deny my nature.”

“The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.”

“I never cared about justice, and I don’t recall ever calling myself a hero, I have always only fought for the people I believe in.”

“What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now.”

“Your secrets are safe with my indifference.”

“If God wanted you to live, he would not have created me.”

“No cause is lost as long as one fool is left to fight for it.”

“The penance you pay for the way you behave is written as plain as the name on this grave.”

“If there can be no victory, then I will fight forever.”

“I commend my soul to any god that can find it.”

“Do I drag my carcass to the mountaintop once more? Just to scream a warning that will go unheeded and unheard? Or do I end it?”

“There can be no bravery, without madness.”

“The world should have protected you, But you have you have been asked to protect it. What an honor. What an injustice.”

“I’ve got a date with destiny and it ain’t going to end with a kiss.”

“Even fate picks it’s favorites.”

“Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”

“Dying is easy. Living is hard.”

[secondary-burial]

Local history, day 1: Růžena Kamarádová

I’ve always liked to dig around for stories about the places I’ve lived in. And honestly, the more obscure stories, the better. 

And so one day I browsed the ‘net late at night and discovered some new stories about my base of operations, the location of my lair, the city district of Hejčín. 

Apart from being the oldest city district of Olomouc (well, the oldest village that became a city district to be precise) and having some gnarly legends about green-eyed beasts and water goblins, a couple of names came up. Not surprisingly, most of them are men, but three names are female and their stories I would love to tell.

The first name that I am going to introduce is the name Růžena Kamarádová. 

Hers is a story of injustice, persecution, and human evil, but amongst all that, a story of Růžena’s incredible resilience and fire within.

TW: political imprisonment, mentions of rape, torture, violence, war, injury

Note: I have used Wikipedia as a main source, since there is an unsurprising lack of other sources in english. 

Růžena (née Sedláčková) was born in 1942 in Olomouc. 

Her youth was defined by a passion for the gymnastics organization/movement Sokol and the adherence to the ideals of democracy and the “teachings” of the first Czechoslovak president T. G. Masaryk. 

During World War II., however, her life ground to a halt when she was not allowed to pursue higher education by the quickly advancing Nazi Party. Instead, she was forced to work in a factory that produced a lice-killing powder for german soldiers. After the powder destroyed the tips of her fingers, she was deployed to an explosives factory. 

When WWII was over, Růžena was sent home, to Hejčín, to witness the “liberation” of Czechoslovakia by the Red Army. Troops of rowdy foreign soldiers, drunk on victory and alcohol broke into people’s houses, pillaged their belongings, and even raped women and girls. It left a bitter taste in Růžena’s mouth. Once the Communist Party started seizing power in Czechoslovakia, Růžena was none too happy about it. 

She wasn’t afraid to voice her displeasure with the Party. During the 1948 Všesokolský Slet, the attending Sokolové paraded through the city of Prague, chanting anti-communist slogans, and Růžena was among them. The Party was already arresting people during the parades and it didn’t take long for the StB to come for her. 

In September 1948 she was arrested, interrogated, and tortured by State Security. Růžena didn’t make it easy for the State Security agents interrogating her - at one point she took to attacking her torturers with a chair until they had to put her in a straitjacket. 

In a public show trial, she was accused of espionage, based on a letter to an American manufacturer of nylon stockings. The stockings were highly sought after in the Eastern Bloc, and so Růžena ordered a package of them to give away to other women. State Security found the package during a search of Růžena’s apartment and labeled it as a spy correspondence. As a result, she was condemned to seven years in women’s prison. 

As a political prisoner, she wasn’t given any favors - quite the opposite. As Růžena herself recalled in an interview for Memory of Nations, she was treated brutally by the custodians and other inmates alike. The prisoners were denied proper food, deprived of sleep, and forced to work long hours in less than humane conditions. They weren’t even provided menstruation hygiene products and medical attention. When she got sick, the prison doctor advised prayer. They were also forced to work twelve hours shifts in the laundry or in the field, every day, no exception. 

On top of all that, she had to be constantly wary of other prisoners snitching on her, since even the smallest transgression could result in even further restriction of the already meager food supply. 

After three years, Růžena was released from prison. With her health severely compromised, her physical convalescence lasted over a year. Her ordeal was, however, not over just yet. For four more years, she was under constant surveillance of State Security. Wherever she went, an StB agent followed. Every day she lived with the fear of being arrested again. 

Thankfully, that day never came, and not for the lack of trying from the State Security. These days, Růžena lives in Olomouc in peaceful retirement. She summarizes her experiences thusly - “I’m not angry at those people, but I’ll never forget what they did to me. I just can’t.” 

For more stories like this one, please visit Memory of Nations and consider donating so their incredible labor of love can continue. The people who tell the stories are disappearing, but their testimonies don’t and shouldn’t have to. 

“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” - George Santayana 

#stories of women #strong women #local stories #history #local history #female history #history of women

[sadachmesarthim]

coercive notions - stucky

content: semi-graphic violence, blood, minor character deaths, emotional manipulation and abuse, false imprisonment, kidnapping, torture in the form of nonconsensual body modifications, stockholm syndrome.

dead dove: do not eat. steve sucks big time in this one. i’m not really sorry about it. 

note: happy 6k followers to @sweeterthanthis​ !!! i love the idea of these prompts, they definitely did their job !! i was thrilled when i saw i got my quote of choice. this one’s based on ”i wish i knew how to quit you” from brokeback mountain (my favorite angsty husbands) 

if the timeline is nonsensical in this - think 2 years post engame but no one's actually died! there is also some background starker but it's only mentioned twice. this is my first time writing for steve and bucky, and my first ~dark~ piece. it was definitely the challenge it presented itself as, and i’m super thankful for the opportunity to participate alongside so many talented witers!! 

word count: 4.2k ; read time 15 minutes

Steve'd survived because of Bucky. 

Bucky was the one that kept the fevers at bay, bought him medicine, nursed him back to health even when neither of them thought he'd survive through the night. Bucky was the one that dragged him out of the river, and left him alive on the bank.

Left him to wake up. 

Bucky was the one that welcomed him with open arms when Steve was abandoned by the Avengers. Steve'd lost his home, his family - everyone and everything he had - when the world rejected him (the millionth time). Bucky was the one that came back. He'd lost his arm, his identity, everyone and everything he remembered - but he still ran to Steve without hesitation. No matter how far away they got, no matter what separated them, they always came back to one another. 

They got together right after the fight with Tony in Siberia. 

They'd found each other, and suddenly gained a future. 

Steve had never... really pictured himself having a future. When he was younger, he accepted that he'd die young. A fever that wouldn't break, a cough that wouldn't leave, pneumonia he couldn't beat... Then he joined the army. He suddenly... had possibilities.

But there was still war, he was still fighting, and he was still in the line of danger every single day. It didn't matter if he was fighting Hitler, homophobia, Hydra, - someone was always gunning for him. Someone was always trying to get him killed. And it worked! He died! Crashed straight into the ocean and froze, for seventy fucking years!

Until someone had the audacity to defrost him, and yet again force him into the line of fire. Without really consulting him first. It was something Steve was slowly coming to terms with - he’d always be fighting, always be serving, always be protecting. 

He’d been failing his job as a protector, lately. 

+//////+

They all thought it was a bit weird, but then again, so is living with two men that look seventy years younger than they actually are. So is living with your coworkers. So is being a superhero. So of course none of the other Avengers said anything. 

Not when Bucky started asking Steve permission for things - to get up from, and leave, the table after meetings. If he could get seconds during breakfast or dinner. If he was allowed to come on patrols or missions. Everyone just assumed it was a forties thing, or that it was just Bucky getting more comfortable around them. The dirtier minds of the group (Tony, Peter, Natasha) chalked it up to a kinky sex thing. 

Steve saw it as devotion. 

Bucky saw it as a way to keep him appeased. 

See, Steve'd gotten more... irritable, lately. Every time Bucky got hurt on patrol, was in a bad position during a mission, needlessly volunteered to do something dangerous  - it pissed Steve off to high heavens, for no reason. It'd gotten significantly worse over the course of a few months, to the point where Bucky could barely breathe without Steve getting upset. 

It came to a head one day when Bucky got pinned during a fight with New York's latest nuisance. He wasn't even supposed to be there, it was his day off, for fucks sake. But he'd heard the call go out, and suited up before following a few minutes behind the rest of the crew. 

This particular species of big nasty™ (a xorrian dog? Thor had called it?) had an... upsetting taste for live, warm flesh. He popped up outta nowhere over Manhattan during the Friday morning rush, apparently scouting Earth for the next course in their Milky Way Dinner Service. 

Bucky, self sacrificing moron that he is, was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just as Steve laid down the final blow, narrowly avoiding the alien's jaw, Bucky slid underneath it, shoving his hand between the soft plating of the monster's stomach. He reached in, single-handedly gutting the thing while Steve put a shield-sized dent in its skull.

Their foe dropped almost instantly, crushing Bucky beneath several tons of dead weight. None of them would have known he was there, either, if Tony hadn’t programmed life-sensing protocols in a new combat arm he’d gifted the soldier for his second anniversary home and Hydra-free. A signal went to Tony’s suit the instant FRIDAY sensed structural integrity issues, sending him a precise location.

“What do you mean he’s here, babygirl? We didn’t call him in.” The worry in Tony’s voice was apparent, calling the attention of the rest of his team. They were all intrigued, prematurely pulled from their celebrations of a fight well won. 

“It seems that Sergeant Barnes is approximately twenty paces northwest of your location, and his elevation is slowly decreasing. Would you like a map of the area?”  

“Uhh, no Fri. I think I know exactly where he is. Cap, get your ass over here!” His heart rate was increasing by the second. If he thought correctly (as Tony almost always did), Bucky was... underneath the alien. “We need to pick this fucker up, or flip it, or something. I think Bucky’s stuck under it.” 

Steve’s blood ran cold. “Tony, what the fuck are you talking about? Bucky wasn’t part of the group today.” 

Steve didn’t hide his anxiety well when it came to Bucky. Their team knew that he was Steve’s whole world. One more life threatening situation, and Steve might actually die from old age with all the years Bucky’d stressed out of him. FRIDAY sending a detailed ping with Bucky’s combat arm location didn’t do anything to ease his anxiety, either. He knew it was just like Bucky to do something like this - jump in without word, all act and no think. Try to help his team out and wind up crushed by an alien pet the size of a 787.

Peter was next to them, soon, ready to help get this thing off their friend. Together, they managed to drag Mister Beast-of-the-Week far enough down the street, revealing a very unconscious, very bloody Winter Soldier nestled in the asphalt. 

Steve was on him in a second, picking Bucky up with both hands. Tony already had FRIDAY doing preliminary scans and sending them back to Cho and Strange. Initial reads weren’t terrible, all things considered, but he still looked like shit. He might be five hundred times stronger than the average man, but no one’s prepared to be stuck under 200 tons of pure xeno-reptilian mass. Not even Bucky Barnes. 

His head rolled back freely as Steve picked him up, exposing an already bruised and swelling jaw. Steve’s breath caught in his throat, choking him on his own shock. Saved by the bell, Cho called Tony back immediately, sending for one of them to bring him to the tower surgical site immediately. 

“We have to go, Steve. Let us take him, we’ll get him fixed. We’ve done it before. We can do it again. But you have to let him go.” Steve’s upward glance brought him Tony’s exasperated face. He was dizzy, everything felt like slow motion. 

He didn’t register the movement until he saw it, watching Peter’s hands as they held him back. Tony took Bucky’s lifeless form, carrying him toward Stark Tower and away from the wreckage. 

The wreckage he shouldn’t have been anywhere near in the first place. 

The wreckage he wouldn’t even have known about if he didn’t beg Tony to be included in all mission alerts. 

The wreckage he would have avoided if it weren’t for the martyr complex he’d had since birth. It might not be nearly as strong as Steve’s, but it was still there. Bucky’d always gone to obscene lengths protecting the people he loved. 

Steve had a track record of doing a piss poor job of repaying the favor. He couldn’t save him from the war. He couldn’t save him from the train, or from Hydra. He couldn’t save him from Thanos. He couldn’t even save him from a stupid little skirmish downtown. No, from where he was standing, Steve’d fucked up. Big time. 

He promised that day, he wasn’t going to let anything like this happen again. 

+//////+

It was weeks before he was back to normal, and even then - Bucky wasn't entirely sure he wanted to leave. Not because he was still sore, or not feeling up to par. In fact, he'd been antsier and more ready to get back into the field than ever. He missed his friends, he missed the people he fought evil with every day. He missed sparring with Sam and going on runs with Peter, listening as Thor regaled stories about Old Asgard no one.. could quite follow. Missed the twice weekly calls from Shuri. But most of all, he missed his freedom. 

Steve wasn't ready to give it to him. 

When he woke up after surgery, Steve was right next to his recovery bed. He almost looked like he did back in the day - sleep deprived, worry lines forcing their way to the surface of his face. Vague frustration enveloped him, even when he met Bucky's conscious form for the first time. 

Their first few conversations were tender, loving, but it didn't take long for them to sour. 

Steve'd insisted on bringing Bucky back to their shared floor immediately after he woke. He allowed Cho to look him over, FRIDAY to scan him, everyone to come say hi - but he never let Bucky out of his sight. Not while Bucky was awake, anyway. 

He slept a lot in those first few days. He was still healing, and while it might have been much faster than anyone expected, he was also recovering from what should have been several deaths over. He spent most of his time in bed, asleep, or talking to Steve. 

Most of it was lecture, some was praise. How stupid he was to get involved on his day off. How much Steve loved him. How he wasn't allowed to go being a martyr like that again. How much Steve loved him. How Steve was going to do a better job of watching over him from now on. How much Steve loved him. 

There was a lot of that, after Bucky woke up. How much Steve loved him. How important Bucky was to him, how much it meant to him that Bucky was alive and breathing and conscious and okay. Every time he got a lecture, or a reminder, Steve's hand was on him somewhere. His shoulder, his wrist, his face. His throat. Every time he spoke, he squeezed, just the tiniest bit. Not threatening, not even to force acknowledgement. Just.. Because he could. To the untrained eye, it was just physical contact. 

Bucky knew better. 

Bucky knew conditioning when he saw it. When he felt it. 

Bucky also knew he was significantly more susceptible to conditioning than most people. 

Bucky was fucked. 

+//////+

Tony didn't think anything of it when Steve asked for handcuffs that could hold a supersoldier back. He, too, was a pervert with a genetically enhanced super-boyfriend, who was he to deny the Captain a little fun? He'd designed restraints Peter could use without breaking (or hurting himself!), why not share the love?

No one thought anything of it when Bucky stopped joining them on missions. Trauma has a different effect on everyone, maybe Bucky just needed time to process almost dying (again). No one would blame him for it. Hell, most of them encouraged his staying home. 

None of them... really thought anything of it when he quit leaving altogether. They trusted Steve's judgement, and if he didn't think Bucky was ready to leave, then he wasn't. Bucky knew better than to defy him, too - just kept his mouth shut around "yes, Steve"s and "okay, Steve"s.

The conditioning didn't stop as he got stronger. He'd been back to 100% weeks ago, but Steve was still babying him. Carrying him to the shower, not letting Bucky bathe himself, or brush his own teeth. He couldn't dress or eat without help, go anywhere without asking. "I just want to keep you safe. I need to know that you're not going to get hurt." Steve's words remained calm, level, but his face betrayed the threat behind them. If you don't listen, you won't be able to leave at all. 

Bucky'd learned the hard way that if he didn't listen to Steve, he wouldn't have a choice. He'd attempted to leave their floor by himself while Steve was out on a mission with Tony, Nat, and Thor - he got up early, showered, got dressed. His first taste of freedom in a long time, he was so excited to go see everyone again. 

He was downstairs and halfway through breakfast with Bruce and Peter when Steve got back. 

+//////+

Bucky couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the sun. It's a familiar feeling to him, one he thought he'd never deal with again. The isolation. The lack of control. The fear. 

Steve initially hadn't looked mad. He let Bucky finish his meal, kept a distant but watchful eye over the group until the two others finished and moved on to their lab work downstairs. 

Bucky knew he was fucked. He'd broken rules. He'd left their room without permission. Steve might not have looked it, but Bucky could feel the anger and disappointment radiating off him. 

After that... He wasn't allowed to do anything. 

No workouts, no missions, no patrols. No leaving their room. Steve'd used the restraints Tony made - had him thoroughly tied down to the floor below their bed. No internet, no phone. Not a single book or movie or boardgame in sight. Good boys don't require entertainment to behave. No eating - Steve'd placed a gastric tube down his sinus to provide nutrition. His muzzle, the one hydra'd used... Steve'd locked it over his jaw, and left it there. Good boys don't need to use their mouths - not to drink, not to eat. Not to talk back or call for help.  No using the bathroom on his own - he had a catheter replaced once a day, and Steve changed his bag as needed. Good boys don't get to leave the bed, not even if it's an emergency. 

He learned to wait for Steve. Learned his schedule - early morning meetings with Wakanda, check ins with Fury and Maria, patrol a bit after lunch. Then, he'd come back, make sure Bucky's bag was empty and his feeding tube was flushed and clean before feeding him. 

Steve allowed him to use the bathroom and shower at night, under incredibly watchful eyes. The restraints Tony'd made were long enough to stretch the entire perimeter of their room, but Steve kept him on a short leash. Bucky had five minutes total - shit, shower, shave. If he didn't finish in time... There's always tomorrow. 

If he did, he'd get rewarded. 

Steve'd wrap him up in a large fluffy towel, carry him to bed. He'd bring back the sweet little reminders, with his hand around Bucky's throat. How much Steve loved him. How this was all for his protection. How Steve wasn't going to let anything happen to him, ever again. How proud Steve was of him, for letting him return that favor, even decades later. How well behaved Bucky was, how good he'd been for Steve.

Steve was so different from Hydra, too. That's what made it so fucking difficult to resist the love bomb-type conditioning. He wasn't the torture type - didn't like the idea of doing anything he didn't have to. Steve didn't want to hurt him, and Bucky knew that. He found it harder to reject Steve's advances the longer he was locked in that fucking room, found it harder to discern whether or not he... wanted... to reject it.  

He was Bucky's dialysis, and his drinking problem. 

He was Bucky's oxygen machine, and the cigarettes he'd smoked to earn him one. 

Steve could ask Bucky to do anything, ask him for anything... and he was powerless to say no. He'd tried. 

+//////+

It'd gotten him a flick to the mouth, for his hesitation. 

"When I ask you a question, love, you need to answer me. Do you understand?" The tears in his eyes nearly spilled over, sharp pain from his lips radiating into his nose and the corners of his eyes. He didn't want to answer. He wanted to leave. He wanted to run, to get the fuck away from Steve and the compound and everything. 

"Yes."

"Yes what, angel?" Steve might've been good about keeping his emotions checked in public, but Bucky could tell he was smug. Gloating. He enjoyed this. What'd happened to the sweet kid from Brooklyn that could barely hold himself upright? Bucky missed him. 

"Yes, Stevie. I’m sorry Stevie." Saying his name was painful. This wasn't his Steve. This wasn't the Steve he'd fallen in love with. Wasn't even the man that'd dragged him out from underneath that alien... How long ago? Months? Years? 

Bucky didn't know anymore. 

Didn't know why his friends hadn't saved him yet. Didn't know how his absence went unnoticed for... however long it'd been. Didn't know why he was struggling to be upset about it all. 

Steve, observant as he was, could practically see the gears turning in the other's head. He cradled Bucky's face in his hands, drawing him into calculated eye contact. Bucky felt sick. There was something... wrong, there. Something Bucky'd never seen before. 

"They don't love you like I do, Buck. They don't want you. They don't love you." 

Bucky flinched at the words, physically recoiling from Steve's grasp. He knew it wasn't true, he knew... He thought it wasn't, right? 

Steve's laugh pulled Bucky out of his own thoughts, bringing him back to the room in front of him. He had a display up, with various recordings of the rest of the Avengers. He flipped through them, muting and unmuting seemingly at random. 

"... I mean, he's probably ditched us for Zemo again. Would that really shock you?"

"he almost died again. I don't blame him, i wouldn't want to be found eith-"

"-e can take care of himself, let's just give him time."

Steve waved the holo display away when he saw the first few tears fall. "Don't you see, Baby? They don't care like I do - they don't love you like I love you. No one will ever love you like I love you." Steve's words stung, but Bucky couldn't deny that they made sense. Of course no one was looking for him. He was unpredictable, still kind of an outsider. Why would they try to come find him? Why would they care?

Bucky's mouth moved before his brain could stop him.

"'m sorry, Stevie, please, I'm so sorry! I-I- I thought they cared, please, please don't leave me Stevie! I was so wrong, Steve please! Wish I knew how to stop, Stevie, but you know I can't. You gotta help me stop Stevie, I've been so confused, been tryin' to quit you Stevie but I can't. Wish I could quit you but I can't, I can’t be left alone anymore. Please, you can take my arm if you want it, Stevie. Take anything, take whatever you want from just please, please don’t leave me alone anymore!"

He was in hysterics at this point, unable to believe what was coming out of him. Was he really okay with Steve taking his arm away? Did he really love this Steve back? Was he just scared?

The worst part was that he couldn't tell. 

+//////+

The smell of fresh coffee woke him before he was ready. His eyes burned, still dry after Steve refused to close the window before they went to bed. 

Bucky would have closed it himself, but he couldn't actually reach that far. 

They'd moved out to the cabin a few months after Bucky finally broke realized how wrong he was. It was a cute little place, big enough for the two of them but small enough to not draw attention if someone came upon it by accident. Not that they really could. Steve'd installed motion sensors five miles out, and had fully automated... solutions, in place, should any threats or issues arise. 

They went entirely unused. 

It really was a beautiful plot of land - they had a few animals, a cute pair of kittens to dote on and play with. He had enough room to move around, to sit in the sun or curl up in bed. He had plenty of books, games, anything and everything he could want to occupy his time, really. He had Steve. 

And breakfast now, apparently. 

Steve set the plate on the bedside table, gently sitting next to his lover and planting small kisses on his still shut eyelids. Bucky looked up and smiled, blushing at the hand that'd wrapped around his neck. He reached out, gently thumbing at the inside of Steve's wrist. Oh, how he'd missed this. Missed contact with his Steve. 

He opened his mouth, accepting the bite Steve offered him. Steve always made the best pancakes, he thought, appreciating the hot meal hitting his tongue. He hadn't eaten this good in weeks. It was hard for him to cook without his arm, but Steve always provided. Steve cooked for them, cleaned up after them, made sure Bucky was sated. Safe. 

He'd taken off for a mission nearly a month ago. A dangerous one, he'd said. One he might not return from for a while, he'd said. Bucky worried. He always did when Steve left, especially since he couldn't know where or why he was going. But Steve always came back to him. Sometimes, he was back in one piece. Once, he'd come home with an arrow in his stomach and several gunshot wounds. That'd been a... scary night. Another time, he came home with half of his hair singed off and his clothes in tatters. 

Last night... Last night he finally came home, and he looked like shit. 

He was covered in bruises, nearly 40 pounds lighter than he was when he'd left. There were holes in the shield, too large to be bullets but too small to be anything else easily recognizable. Some were through his suit, too - puncture wounds littering his chest and stomach. They were already partially closed, but he was still bloody. 

There were still webs in his hair, too - Bucky brushed them away after Steve closed (and locked. always locked.) the door. He knew better than to comment. Steve was just protecting him. Steve loved him, he was doing what he needed to keep Bucky safe. 

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. That each time Steve left for a mission, Bucky cried himself to sleep. He thought, eventually, that the pain would go away. That the death of each of his friends would get easier, somehow. That the fear, the hope, of losing Steve would stop consuming him. 

He'd just smiled, kissed his husband's cheek, and helped him strip down. He'd mouthed at the graze left on the side of Steve's neck, reverent in the presence that was his protector. Bucky'd developed quite the complex, in their time of isolation. Every time Steve came in - from cutting firewood, picking food from the garden, feeding the animals, or from nights like last... Bucky just couldn't stop talking. 

About how he wouldn't be alive without Steve. How he'd still be a mindless slave for Hydra, killing innocent people under everyone's noses. How he owed Steve his life, a thousand times over. How he'd've been taken by Ross or Stark or Clint or someone, and locked away miles under the sea. He'd pressed them into Steve's jaw like kiss-coated secrets, like no one in the entire world knew these things but Bucky & Steve. Like they were bits of information to cherish, to chew on and savour before swallowing. 

Steve just laughed, picking Bucky up and bringing him to bed. He followed shortly after, cleaning and patching himself up before snuggling right up to Bucky. 

Sleeping was interesting, initially, but they'd adapted. It was easier to cuddle Bucky without his arm, but sometimes Steve woke up with his legs tangled in loose chains by the footboard. It was an easy enough trade, in Bucky's opinion. Give up his arm, give up a bit of freedom, and get a loving, devoted husband in return? One that would make him breakfast in bed, one that would hold him and kiss him and praise him whenever he needed? One that would kill for him? Die for him?

Bucky saw it as a fair enough trade, and if that meant their friends needed to die... He tried not to think about it.

#quotemeonit6kchallenge #sweeterthanthis #there's a lot of tw tags on this bc i want to be safe #i'm not used to writing full length fics so this was definitely a challenge for me #steve rogers/bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #graphic violence #kidnapping #torture #emotional abuse #manipulation #tw violence #tw kidnapping #tw abuse #tw manipulation #stockholm syndrome #tw stockholm syndrome #murder #tw murder #.mine #.text #.fic #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #bucky barnes/steve rogers #bucky barnes x steve rogers #dark!steve rogers

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Random list of Teen Titans incorrect quotes... You can repost or whatever if you want.

Beast Boy: bitches b like “im baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

Beast Boy: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

Beast Boy: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Beast Boy: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.

Beast Boy: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Beast Boy: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

Robin: Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.

Robin: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

Robin: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Robin: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you

Robin: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

Raven: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.

Lightning strikes Raven

Raven: Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

Shapeshifter: transforms to look like Raven

Raven: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Cyborg: I was arrested for being too cool.

Beast Boy: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Robin: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Beast Boy: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Robin: No! Four to five seconds!

Beast Boy: Too late!!!

Robin: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment!

Beast Boy: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

Robin: Beast Boy and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Beast Boy: Sentences.

Robin: Don't interrupt me.

Robin: I prevented a murder today.

Beast Boy: Really? How’d you do that?

Robin: self control.

Robin: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Beast Boy: Have everyone stand.

Cyborg: Bring three more chairs!

Starfire: The most important ones can sit down.

Raven: Kill three.

Robin: I’m an idiot.

Beast Boy:

Cyborg:

Starfire:

Raven:

Robin:

Beast Boy: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

Robin: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Beast Boy: ... Your what?

Robin: My friends.

Cyborg: Are they saying “friends”?

Starfire: I think they're being sarcastic.

Raven: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Robin! All of your friends are in this room.

Robin: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

Jinx: I told Mammoth their ears flush when they lie.

Gizmo: Why?

Jinx: Look.

Jinx: Hey Mammoth! Do you love us?

Mammoth, covering their ears: No.

Gizmo:

Jinx: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Mammoth: Okay, but in my defense, Gizmo bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.

Jinx: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

Jinx: Yo is Mother Mae Eye sleeping or dead?

Mammoth: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Gizmo: Yeah, so did I.

Mother Mae Eye: Okay first of all, fuck you-

Jinx, banging on the door: Mammoth! Open up!

Mammoth: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Gizmo: No, they meant-

Mother Mae Eye: Let them finish.

The squad right before Robin's wedding

Starfire: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Beast Boy: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Cyborg: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

Raven: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

Terra, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker

Robin: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Starfire: ...I did. I broke it.

Robin: No. No you didn't. Beast Boy?

Beast Boy: Don't look at me. Look at Cyborg.

Cyborg: What?! I didn't break it.

Beast Boy: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Cyborg: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Beast Boy: Suspicious.

Cyborg: No, it's not!

Raven: If it matters, probably not, but Terra was the last one to use it.

Terra: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Raven: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Terra: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Raven!

Starfire: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Robin.

Robin: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Raven: Robin... Beast Boy's been awfully quiet.

Beast Boy: rEALLY?!

Everyone starts arguing

Robin, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Robin: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Robin:

Robin: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Robin: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Starfire: Nope, absolutely not.

Beast Boy: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Cyborg: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Raven: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Terra: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

Robin: Good morning.

Starfire: Good morning.

Beast Boy: Good morning.

Cyborg: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Raven: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

Robin: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Starfire: Several traffic violations.

Beast Boy: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Cyborg: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Raven: Also, that’s not our car.

Robin: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Starfire: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Beast Boy: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Cyborg: cocks gun Magic missile.

Raven: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

Robin: Are we really going to let Starfire keep Beast Boy?

Cyborg: We kept Raven.

Robin: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Starfire: 'Prettiest Smile'

Beast Boy: 'Nicest Personality'

Cyborg: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Raven: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Robin: Where's Starfire, Beast Boy, and Cyborg?

Raven: They're playing hide and seek.

Robin: Where?

Raven: I don't think you get how this game works.

Robin: I can explain.

Deathstroke: Can you?

Robin: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

Robin: Change is inedible.

Deathstroke: Don't you mean inevitable?

Robin, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Beast Boy and Robin skipping stones on lake

Beast Boy: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Robin, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Beast Boy: Welcome, fellow idiots

Robin: Hello, Beast Boy

Beast Boy: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot

Robin: You underestimate me

Beast Boy: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Robin, not looking up from their book: Spear.

Beast Boy: BLOCKED.

Beast Boy: What is your biggest weakness?

Robin: I can be uncooperative.

Beast Boy: Okay, can you give me an example?

Robin: No.

Beast Boy: You're right.

Robin: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Robin: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Starfire: Rude.

Beast Boy: That’s fair.

Cyborg: Not again.

Raven: Are you going to want this back?

Robin, trying to convince Raven to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong!

Starfire: And loud!

Beast Boy: And grumpy!

Cyborg: And oblivious to reality!

Raven:

Robin: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Beast Boy will and will not eat.

Starfire: Grass? Yes!

Robin: Moss? Yes!!

Starfire: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Robin: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Starfire: Worms? Sometimes!

Robin: Rocks? Usually nah.

Starfire: Twigs? Usually!

Robin: Raven's cooking? Inconclusive!

Cyborg: How did you… test this?

Robin: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.

Cyborg: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Raven: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Robin: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Starfire: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Beast Boy: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Cyborg: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Raven: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Robin: Bye Starfire! Bye Beast Boy! Bye Cyborg! Bye Raven! Bye Starfire!

Beast Boy: You said ‘bye Starfire’ twice.

Robin: I like Starfire.

Robin: You have to apologize to Beast Boy

Raven: Fine.

Raven: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Robin: HELP! I TOLD BEAST BOY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Starfire, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Robin: We need a distraction.

Starfire: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Beast Boy, whispering: My time has come

Robin: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Starfire: Just rip the bandage off.

Robin: It’s Beast Boy.

Starfire: Put the bandage back on.

Robin: Walking in to a room Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder

Aqualad: Out of breath THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Robin: Kicks the door down looking panicked

Aqualad: What did you do?

Robin: Nobody died.

Aqualad: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Robin: If Aqualad and I were drowning, who would you save?

Beast Boy: You two can’t swim?

Aqualad: It’s a hypothetical question, Beast Boy! who would you save?

Beast Boy: my time and effort.

Robin: We need to get through this locked door. Aqualad, give me your credit card.

Aqualad: Here.

Robin, pocketing it: Thanks. Beast Boy, kick down the door.

Robin and Aqualad sitting in jail together

Aqualad: So who should we call?

Robin: I’d call Beast Boy, but I feel safer in jail

Robin: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Aqualad: You were flirting with Beast Boy.

Robin: So what? They're my partner.

Aqualad: You asked them if they were single.

Robin:

Aqualad: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Aqualad, negotiating with Robin: We have Beast Boy. Give us ten thousand dollars and they will be returned to you unharmed

Beast Boy: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I’m only worth ten thousand dollars?

Aqualad:

Beast Boy: MAKE IT ONE MILLION–

Aqualad: BEAST BOY STOP

Robin: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Aqualad: Put spaghetti in it.

Robin: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Beast Boy: Put spaghetti in it.

Robin: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Raven: Put spaghetti in it.

Robin: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

Robin: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Aqualad: We got spring water

Robin: NO.

Beast Boy: with EXTRA minerals

Aqualad: it's like licking a stalagmite

Robin: DON'T COME HOME.

Beast Boy: Mmmmm cave water

Robin: You know those things will kill you, right?

Aqualad, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Beast Boy, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Raven: Nods while eating raw cookie dough

Robin: I think Raven was right.

Aqualad: I'm surprised they haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Beast Boy: They wouldn't do that.

Raven: You're right, Beast Boy. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Raven: turns around, the shirt they're wearing says 'Raven Told You So' on the back

Robin's helping Aqualad out after they get injured, while the others are watching

Beast Boy: How does Aqualad look?

Raven: A little better than you, actually.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Robin: Shit.

Aqualad: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Beast Boy: OH MY GOD RAVEN FELL OFF!!!

Robin: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Aqualad: Plane tickets?

Beast Boy: Concert tickets?

Raven: Prostitution?

Robin, holding their broken frames: Glasses.

Robin: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Aqualad: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Beast Boy: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Raven: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

Robin: Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Aqualad: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Superboy: I personally was created in a lab.

Kwiz Kid: I just straight up spawned lol

Robin: Tell Starfire about the birds and the bees.

Beast Boy: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

Robin: Aqualad, keep an eye on Beast Boy today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Aqualad: Sure, I’d love to see Beast Boy get punched.

Robin: Try again.

Aqualad, sighing: I will stop Beast Boy from getting punched.

Robin, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Raven: But – that’s just a trash can.

Robin: It sure is!

Robin: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Raven: Twelve, actually.

Robin: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Raven: Yours!

Robin: That's right: no one's.

Robin: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Raven: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Robin: Death is a social construct.

Robin: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Raven: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Robin: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?

Raven: Go the fuck to sleep

Robin: What gif I don't want to?

Raven: Fuck You

Robin: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Starfire: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Robin, desperately, as Starfire bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Starfire: Oh! B positive.

Robin: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Starfire:

Robin: So what do you do?

Raven: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers.

Robin: Wow, impressive.

Raven: Then I'll move on to Leos.

Robin: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Starfire: I think you mean cards.

Robin, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

Robin: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Raven: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Starfire: Smad.

Robin: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Raven: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Robin: Yes!

Starfire: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Robin: Starfire and I are having a baby.

Raven: That's gre-

Robin, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

Robin: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

Raven: If?

Cyborg: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.

Robin: Hey Raven,

Raven: Yes?

Robin: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Raven:

Raven: Where’s Beast Boy?

Starfire, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Raven: You did WHAT–

Beast Boy: William Snakepeare

Robin, to Raven: My life is in the hands of an idiot!

Raven, motioning to themself and Starfire: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

The group is getting into the car

Cyborg: I’m driving.

Raven, out of view: Shotgun!

Beast Boy, turning to face Raven: Aww! But you had it on the way here-

Everyone except Raven: WOAH-

Raven, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! Pumps gun

Robin, texting Raven: Raven! Help I’m being kidnapped

Starfire: Where are you?

Robin: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Raven: I’ll call Starfire.

Starfire, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Raven: Where’s Robin? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.

Starfire: Robin? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me-

Starfire:

Starfire: I’ll call you back. hangs up

Starfire: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Robin: WHO ARE YOU?!

Robin: WHY. why did you give Starfire a KNIFE?!

Raven: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Robin: Now I feel unsafe!

Raven: I’m sorry.

Raven: ... would you like a knife?

Robin: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

Robin: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for metaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

Robin: What does “take out” mean?

Raven: Food.

Starfire: Dating.

Beast Boy: Murder.

Cyborg: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

Starfire: How do you connect with a fictional character?

Robin: What?

Raven: What?

Cyborg: What?

Beast Boy: pulls up a 500 slide presentation I'm glad you asked.

Robin: Cyborg is a strings kid. We must sacrifice them to the band gods.

Starfire: Yes.

Raven: You're right. It'd be a good initiation for me.

Cyborg: Wait, guys, what about the truce we signed-

Starfire: What truce?

Robin: sigh The truce that we must destroy all the choir kids and leave the strings alone.

Beast Boy: Wait, I'm a choir kid!

Everyone else: prepares for sacrifice

The Squad: walking at the mall

Robin: Hey, have any of you guys seen Raven? They’ve been gone for a while..

Cyborg: Eh, nope.

Starfire: No, I haven’t...

Beast Boy: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something.

Raven: Hey.

Robin: Ooh, there you are-

Cyborg: What the fu-

Beast Boy: I- where were you?!

Raven: Walking right behind you guys.

Cyborg: What's the worst thing you guys have done?

Beast Boy: Rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade.

Raven: I kicked Robin in the shin-

Robin: -So I kicked Raven between the legs.

Starfire: I burned a town down.

Cyborg: What?!

Robin: What the hell is wrong with you?!?

Starfire: A lot of things.

Raven: No shit.

Robin: I love you.

Beast Boy, not paying attention: What was that?

Robin: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Robin: Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning!

Beast Boy: I'll hate myself in the morning regardless.

Beast Boy: honk.

Robin: WHAT.

Beast Boy: HONK.

Robin: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Beast Boy: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed.

Robin: But you do know better.

Beast Boy, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Robin: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Starfire: Rules were made to be broken.

Robin: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Cyborg: Uh, piñatas.

Beast Boy: Glow sticks.

Terra: Karate boards.

Raven: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Starfire: Rules.

Robin:

Robin: Are you drinking enough water?

Beast Boy: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

Beast Boy: The floor is lava!

Robin: helps Raven onto the counter

Cyborg: kicks Terra off the sofa

Starfire: lays on the floor

Beast Boy: ...Are you okay?

Starfire: No.

Terra: If you got arrested what would be the charges?

Cyborg: Theft.

Raven: Disturbing the peace.

Robin: Aggravated assault.

Starfire: Arson.

Beast Boy: All of the above. In that order, probably.

Terra: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Raven: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Starfire: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Beast Boy: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Cyborg: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Robin: Mental stability, my old friend!

Terra: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Robin: We’re kind of missing something guys.

Terra: Cohesion?

Beast Boy: Teamwork?

Starfire: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Raven: And Cyborg is not here.

Terra: Oh, and that, yeah.

Robin: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Terra: No.

Beast Boy: I did not.

Raven: I may have actually forgotten one.

Starfire: Also no.

Robin: Oh good, neither did I.

Cyborg: Exhausted sigh

Robin, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

Terra: But Robin, we don't smoke.

Robin: Cut the crap, Terra. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

Robin: points at Beast Boy One! points at Cyborg Two! points at Raven Three! points at Starfire Four! points at Terra Five!

Robin: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Starfire: puts a cigarrette in Robin's hand

Robin: Thank you. ...Light?

The Squad: all simultaneously pull out lighters

Beast Boy: Christmas lights?

Robin: Check.

Terra: THermos of hot cocoa?

Robin: Check.

Cyborg: Santa suits?

Robin: Check.

Starfire: Shovel?

Robin: Check.

Raven: Alibi and bail money?

Robin: Check- wait, WHAT?!

Starfire: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?

Cyborg: IT.

Raven: Annabelle.

Robin: Paranormal Activity.

Beast Boy: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.

Beast Boy: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl....

Cyborg: ....

Starfire: .....

Raven: ......

Robin: ..Who?

Beast Boy: That's the thing we don't-

Everyone stares at Robin

Cyborg: Anyone d-

Robin: Depressed?

Beast Boy: Drained?

Starfire: Dumb?

Raven: Disliked?

Cyborg: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

[breathoftheweath]

Lightning in a Bottle

Word count: 1,364

Pairings: Zelink

Rating: G

Themes: Post-game, scars, being struck by lightning, just pure fluff

Notes: Inspired by the song Electric Love by Børns. Also this is my first time writing a fic, blease be gentle lol

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The sun beat down relentlessly on Zelda and Link as they rode down the dusty path. They had been traveling non-stop for weeks, checking on the Divine Beasts and working to rebuild the once robust kingdom. As it turned out, defeating the Calamity was only the beginning of this long and difficult journey.

“If we continue at our current pace, we can make it Gerudo Town right before sunset,” Zelda declared excitedly, all her attention on the Sheikah Slate in her hands.

Link smiled at her, her excitement infectious. She was truly her authentic self lately, no sense of royal propriety restricting her enthusiasm anymore. While the Calamity was definitely a massive tragedy that ransacked Hyrule, he couldn’t help but feel that it was an opportunity to make some much-needed changes to the outdated social norms of this country.

His reflection was interrupted by a big drop of sweat plopping on his nose from his soaked bangs. He recoiled in disgust, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a familiar glimmer. There was a river not too far from the path, and he figured a short break wouldn’t hurt anybody.

“Where are you going?” Zelda asked, finally looking up from her Shiekah Slate as Link turned his horse in the direction of the river.

He didn’t respond, just taking off his boots as soon as he dismounted. He grasped the hem of his tunic and started to pull up, eliciting a panicked shout from Zelda.

“What in the world are you doing?!? We still have a lot of ground to cover today, and you’re here stripping???” A faint blush creeped up her face as she said that.

“Relax Princess, this won’t take long,” he said, tossing his tunic to the side and shaking out his bedraggled hair from its tie.

Needless to say, the princess did not relax as he swan dived into the river, making a resounding splash. He didn’t heed her protests though, as the water made him feel more refreshed than he had ever felt before. He gently laid back and let the soft current wash cooly over his sun baked skin.

Zelda had managed to make it to the river bank, nervously pacing up down as Link enjoyed himself in the water.

“Please be careful Link, the current here can be treacherous. I don’t want you to drown out there!”

“I’m fine Princess, if Ganon couldn’t kill me I doubt a little water will do anything.”

Suddenly, without warning, he was pulled underneath the surface.

“LINK!!” she screamed, running to the edge of the river, eyes scanning for any sign of the knight.

Then, a pair of hands reached up and grabbed her collar, pulling her into the water with them. Spitting out water and gasping for air, she heard a devilish laugh next to her.

“By Hylia Link, why in the world would you do that??”

“I don’t know, it seemed like fun,” he grinned wickedly. She glared at him, but couldn’t stay mad at him for long. She had to admit, the water felt amazing.

They spent the next half hour or so relaxing and playfully splashing water at each other. When they had their fill they clambered up the embankment and plopped down on the warm grass. Zelda wrung out her soaking hair while Link laid down, stretching out his sore limbs. She happened to notice the numerous scars all over his torso, varying in size and shade, some white and almost faded, others red and glaring. A wave of guilt washed over her. As a knight, scars are to be expected, but she couldn’t help but feel partially responsible for how extensive his were. Maybe if she had done her job better and sealed Ganon away sooner, maybe if she had worked harder to protect him —

She noticed Link staring worriedly at her, and she wondered if he could hear her thoughts. Who knows, considering how quiet he always was perhaps he was telepathic. She shook her head to rid herself of her guilty thoughts, and instead reached out to touch a long red scar on the left side of his stomach.

“How did you get this one?”

He looked down to see which one she was referring to.

“Uhhhh moblin attack. It had a spear and I only had a boomerang at that moment.”

“Ouch. What about this one?” She pointed to a smaller one on his right bicep.

“Arrow from a Yiga scout.”

“And this one?” A pale blotchy one on the palm of his hand.

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with his other hand.

“Uhhhhh that one was from uhhh...reaching into a cooking pot for a baked apple too soon.”

“Link!”

“What? I was hungry!”

Before she could admonish him more for his carelessness, she happened to notice a strange looking scar near where his hand was on his head. It looked like branches of a tree, thin pink tendrils reaching from his shoulder up his neck, ending right at the base of his jaw. He shifted to his elbow, and she could see that the scar reached down his entire back as well. She had never seen anything like it before.

“What caused this one?” she asked softly, as she gently brushed her fingertips across the raised skin. He paused for a moment before telling her.

“Lightning.”

Zelda had heard of unfortunate citizens who had been struck by lightning, but she had never heard of any of them surviving. Any guilt she had was quickly washed over with intense curiosity. Link saw her eyes light up as a thousand questions bubbled over.

“Where did you get struck by lightning? How did you survive? What did it feel like???”

He chuckled. A lot had changed over the past one hundred years, but Zelda’s scientific curiosity had never gone away.

Then, an evil smirk spread across his face. “I’m not telling you.”

“W-WHAT?!” she sputtered. “You get struck by lightning, and somehow survive, and you won’t even tell me what it felt like???”

“Yep.”

“Goddesses you know this is the meanest thing you’ve ever done to me right? How will you sleep at night knowing that you’ve deprived me of this knowledge?”

“Like a baby.”

“Liiiiiiink,” she whined.

He laughed. She was so cute with her nose all scrunched up as she tried relentlessly to get him to surrender his lightning knowledge. He couldn’t help but lean over and kiss the tip of her little nose.

She froze. He too late realized this might have been a breach of her personal boundaries. They had grown to be very close but he wasn’t sure exactly what level of intimacy she was fine with, or exactly how she felt about him, and —oh goddesses he hoped he hadn’t ruined everything over a little impulse and why hadn’t he moved yet he’s still way too close to the princess oh no what should he do —

He felt her hands cup his face and suddenly his racing thoughts stopped. He looked into her dark green eyes and saw a gentle expression that both reassured him and made his heart flip. Before he could say anything she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his.

He felt a jolt of electricity course through him, numbing him. An intense heat seared his body. His thoughts swirled dizzyingly around in his head, unable to grasp ahold of any of them. He still hadn’t quite processed what was going on, but he was too drunk on this feeling to care.

As she pulled away, all he could feel was a sense of exhilaration, and he didn’t want it to stop. He breathed heavily as he slowly opened his eyes. She still had her hands cupped on his face, and he reached up to clasp one so that she could feel his burning skin. If she felt the same electric love he felt at that moment, she would understand what it felt like to be struck by lightning.

“I don’t think we’ll make it to Gerudo Town in time today.”

“Eh, it’s been a hundred years, one more day won’t hurt.”

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#botw #zelink #fluff #post game #my writing #I’m just a sucker for any fic about Link’s scars #I have no idea how to post a read more #realized the formatting had accidentally deleted some parts so I fixed it