#wow a nice brain on the dash

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 3

part 1 | part 2

(tw: guns, accidental death)

Robin’s already in full panic mode by the time Steve pulls up to her place, flinging the passenger door open and throwing herself into the car with so much force that the car bounces on its wheels a little. “Drive!!”

“Jesus Christ, good morning to you, too.”

“Steve!”

Steve starts to drive.

Beside him, Robin flips the visor down to look at her reflection; groans and scrubs her hands down her face in misery at whatever she sees. Steve doesn’t really get it. He thinks she looks beautiful, with her hair gently moving in the breeze from the open window, with her freckles lit up by the early morning sun.

“Ugh,” she says, turning to look at him, “I can’t believe I look like a zombie and you’re gonna make me late to the first day of school.”

“Wow.” Fuckin’ ingrate. And when he was just being so nice to her in his head. “How about a thank you, huh? ‘Thanks for picking me up, Steve. Thanks for bringing my backpack, Steve. Sorry you almost got shanked by your neighbor, Steve.’”

“You what???”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Um, yes it very much does matter, what the—”

“—I’m just saying, a little gratitude? Wouldn’t hurt you.”

He licks at the corner of his mouth, spritzes wiper fluid to clear the bugs off the windshield. Robin’s eyes are bulging out of her head, but he really doesn’t want to talk about how he still feels the ghost press of steel against his throat, so: “You’re not even right, by the way; I don’t know why you’re complaining.”

“Huh?”

“School started yesterday. I’m making you late for the second day of school.”

“Yesss,” she draws the word out like he’s stupid, rolling her wrist in a hurry up and get it motion, “but everyone knows that syllabus day doesn’t count. The first pep rally is the real first day of school.”

Ah, there it is.

Steve steals another peek at his best friend while they’re on a straightaway, notes the nervous twitch of her hands as she goes back to fussing at her reflection; the way she’s clumping her lashes together with seven coats too many of some drugstore brand mascara. She’s wearing lipstick. “This is about Vick—”

“—Don’t talk about—”

“—It’s about Vickie, isn’t it?”

“Ughhhhh.” Robin folds forward and thunks her head against the dash. “Fine, okay? Fine! Yes! This may have something to do with a distressingly cute fellow marching band member. Are you happy now?”

“Ecstatic.”

“Oooh, big word for you, Steven.” She swats him on the shoulder, face all twisted up in offense. “Stop laughing!”

“Stop hitting me,” he laughs. “I’ll dump your ass out on this highway.”

She gasps and narrows her eyes at him. “You wouldn’t.”

Steve eases his foot onto the brake.

“Okay, okay! Mercy! I’m being an asshole, alright? I’m sorry. I’m just— I’m stressed! Being gay is very stressful.”

The knife incident pops back into his mind. “Yeah,” he mutters, “I imagine it is.”

—

He catches himself slouching down into his seat a bit when they pull up to the school. Has to force himself to sit upright, hears his mother’s tutting in his ear about bad posture and the message it projects to the world.

It’s not that he’s embarrassed to be here; really, he isn’t. He’s just hoping to avoid being spotted by the nuggets now that they go here, too, lest he be accosted for evading his chauffeur duties.

God.

Dustin’s nerd shit is infecting his brain.

Robin grabs her bag out of the back seat, plants a parting peck on Steve’s cheek as she gets out of the car. “See you later?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up for work.”

“Love you, dingus.”

And then he’s alone again.

With Robin gone, Steve finds himself driving. Wandering and aimless, like a ghost who doesn’t know he’s gone. It’s not like he has nothing to do — he’s supposed to be out finding a second job, finding a way to support himself and his mom, because he’s the man of the house now. Because his life has turned into one of those shitty, overcomplicated word problems from math class.

If a recently widowed mother works no hours and her minimum-wage son works as many as Family Video will allow, how much mold-riddled dogshit housing can they afford?

Not much.

Inevitably, he finds himself circling the scorched bones of Starcourt, driving tired loops around the barbed wire perimeter. His ghost likes to guide him here; can’t shake the place where he shook off the mortal coil.

He didn’t know it at the time, but Steve Harrington died the day the mall burned down. Embarrassing, to not hear the death knell as his family name went up in smoke.

It was hard to hear much at all that night, between the concussion and the fireworks and the shrieking of a monster being torn apart, but the memory caresses his mind now in cruel whispers: the headrush of victory; the blood and the sweat; the relief that they’d won, they’d done it, it’s over, they won.

Steve tugs at his bad ear ‘til the ringing subsides.

Some fucking grand prize.

The thing is, you can’t go around exploding an eldritch horror without alerting the US government, and the US government can’t go around letting major investors in a hostile commie invasion keep their assets once they find out about their treasonous schemes. It happened fast: the arrest, the bail, the impending trial and the seizure of property. Richard Harrington was once a small town god on an invisible throne, making deals with devils in shadowy boardrooms, and suddenly he was looking at life in a cell.

Maybe it was a blessing he died before his reckoning was due. Maybe it was no accident at all.

The second, and perhaps more important, thing is: stray bullets don’t care about your looming court date.

Dad had a habit of cleaning his guns while he was drunk, nursing a whiskey in one hand while he polished the gleaming barrels with the other. Pointless, really, because the guns were always pristine to begin with. Dick Harrington didn’t hunt. Didn’t shoot. Claimed the pistol was for home defense, that he kept it loaded in case anyone ever tried to hurt his family, but Steve knew the truth.

His dad just liked to flirt with death. Liked to handle pretty, deadly things, stroke his fingers over ruthless metal and feel the rush of power when he walked away unscathed.

He didn’t walk away that night.

Didn’t even face death standing.

Sliced through his femoral artery and rolled right out of his chair.

They found him lying on the ground in a dark, sticky puddle, gasping like a fish as blood spurted from his thigh. Crazy how fast it happened. Steve had been in his room when the shot rang out, and he barely managed to reach the bottom of the stairs before the gurgling noises stopped. Just boom! whizz! bang! and Dick Harrington was gone.

Maybe it’s a good thing, too, that they lost the house.

The image of his mother in the hallway that night — shellshocked in the doorway, one pale hand shaking in front of her open mouth, features wide and wet with waking horror as she stared into the room — was enough to make him never want to step foot in the place again.

So now they live in a rundown piece of shit on the wrong side of town, with hideous burnt orange carpet and wood paneled walls, with cracks in the ceiling and cigarette burns in the walls, some parting gifts from whatever feral hick lived there before them, and it feels like another cruel, cosmic joke. Like the universe is delighting in the Harringtons’ comeuppance; like the blackened beams and brick rubble of Starcourt are all twisting to form one great, mocking mouth; the better to smile and laugh at their misfortune.

You bought your bed, now you have to lie in it.

He didn’t even know that the Harringtons owned Forest Hills until it was the only asset left to their name.

He’s pretty sure his dad bought it more as a joke than a genuine investment. Meant to teach Steve a lesson, like how he used to bring home Waffle House applications whenever Steve got a C on a report card. This is your future if you don’t straighten up, son.

Kill yourself, dad.

Oh, wait.

You already did.

—

part 4

#trailer park steve au #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #my writing #my fic #tw: guns #tw: death

[jobean12-blog]

A Dash of Spice and Everything Nice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 2,375

Summary: Every year you bake for the local charity event Bucky hosts- he might be the boss but he takes care of those in need-and this time you get some extra help.

Author's Note: This is for my ongoing Kinktober celebration and my absolute love for Mob!Bucky- he is one of my kinks forever. You all know how I love him soft and sweet but still in charge. Hope you enjoy, thank you all so much for reading! Much love always ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰

Warnings: it's soft and sweet and fluffy and spicy, reader is sassafrass and Bucky loves it, baking is involved but he really wants to eat something else...o-r-al, p i-n- the-v.

Kinktober Masterlist 2023

Before the front door of the house even closes you hear Bucky’s voice.

“Wow doll face. Smells so good in here.”

He walks into the kitchen and you rush into his outstretched arms. He cradles your face in his large hands, letting his eyes wander over your features before slowly bringing your lips to his. The kiss starts out soft and sweet but in the next moment he has you pinned against the refrigerator, his hand tugging at the tie of your apron.

“Wait, wait,” you whisper along his lips. “I have muffins about to come out of the oven and bread that needs to go in.”

“And I’ve missed you all day,” he counters, giving you a boyish smirk.

“Mm, missed you too,” you purr, kissing the corner of his mouth.

You slip from his grasp and flit around the kitchen, checking timers and dough.

The timer goes off seconds later and you pull the muffins from the oven, checking their readiness before sliding in the pan of chocolate pumpkin bread.

“There,” you say with a contented sigh. “Now for the cookies.”

You’re reaching up for a measuring cup when you feel him at your back, his lips skimming the shell of your ear with his whispered words. “Do you plan on baking all night doll?”

An involuntary shiver runs across your skin and you lean back into his embrace.

“No,” you gasp, craning your neck to the side when his lips meet your shoulder and he trails kisses along your throat. “But these have to be ready for the bake sale tomorrow and a little help will make it go faster.”

He stops, his lips still pressed to your skin.

“Bucky?” you ask with a smile in your voice.

“Fine doll. I’ll help you bake but as soon as we’re done we do what I want.”

You turn in his arms and dance your fingers up his suit jacket. “Don’t we always?”

His lips brush yours before his kiss and he quickly has you in his arms, lifting you onto the countertop.

“Bucky,” you admonish, your voice hardly stern and instead breathy and desperate.

“I know, I know,” he groans.

He steps back and runs a hand through his hair. “What should I do?”

You giggle as you slide off the counter.

“First of all,” you say, sauntering toward him. “You have to take off some of these clothes. Wouldn’t want you getting any flour on your Dior.”

His eyebrows raise. “Think I’m going to like baking.”

You playfully roll your eyes even as you start to gently push his suit jacket from his shoulders. Once it’s off you carefully drape it over the back of the chair and start to work on his button down.

With deft fingers you undo the first few buttons, smoothing your fingertips along his skin.

“Do you want me to get you a tee shirt?” you ask as you continue, pushing the sides of his shirt open to run your nails over his abs.

“Do you want to get me a tee shirt?” he teases back.

“No.”

You slowly remove his shirt and hang it over his suit jacket.

When you reach for his belt buckle he stops you with a firm hand on your wrist.

“Doll,” he warns. “You expect me to help you bake after all this?”

“You have to. I can’t show up to the event without my baked goodies…what will I tell everyone?”

“That your husband spent the whole night fucking your brains out and you didn’t have any time to bake,” he states with finality.

You lift your eyes from his flexing abs. “And they’ll all be too scared to say a word about it but then I won’t raise any money for our charity.”

Your pouty lips are too hard to resist and he takes your chin between his fingers, dragging your mouth to his for a heated kiss.

When he stops your eyes remain closed, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you sway on your feet.

“We just have to make two batches of cookies,” you whisper, still savoring his lips.

Your eyes open and you continue working on his belt. Once it hangs loosely at his hips you unbutton his pants and then pull the zipper down, revealing his patterned boxer briefs.

You drop to your knees and start to tug each pant leg off.

“Fuck doll,” he croons. “You always look so good on your knees for me.”

You look up at him and nibble your bottom lip. “You’re not making this any easier, you know.”

“I’m not trying to,” he smirks. “And this was your idea.”

As you stand you glide your fingers along his thighs, reaching up to kiss him when you say, “leave your socks on. Your feet will get cold.”

He chuckles and adjusts himself in his boxers, the outline of his arousal prominent in the tight fabric.

“You’re worried about my feet?”

You give him a look before sashaying out of the kitchen and returning moments later with his slippers. When you drop them at his feet he slides them on with a wry smile.

“You’re sassy when you bake Mrs. Barnes. I like it.”

“Don’t get any more ideas and get over there and read me that recipe,” you say as you shake your whisk his way with a no nonsense look.

“Mm bossy too,” he hums.

“Yeah, yeah…” you mutter, playfully glaring now. “And you’re just letting me do it because you like it.”

“Obviously,” he replies, holding your stare even as the corners of his eyes crinkle in delight.

“Recipe Barnes,” you repeat.

He blows you a kiss and then peers down at the paper, squinting his eyes before bringing it closer to his face. His mouth opens as he turns to you but before he can even get the question out you have his glasses in your hand and you’re holding them out for him.

“Thanks doll face,” he beams with a knowing smile, then looks back at the recipe. “Ok so first we need…”

Once you have the batter ready Bucky stands behind you at the counter, his arms on either side of you while he mixes and you watch.

You wiggle your ass into him and giggle when he growls and pins you with his hips.

“You’re not behaving,” he states.

“Who said anything about behaving?” you ask and do it again.

He stops mixing and grabs your waist. “Doll,” he warns.

You hum quietly and take the spatula to continue, ignoring his groans.

“Is it time to taste test?” he asks as he slides his finger toward the bowl.

“NO!” you shout and slap his hand. “It’s raw!”

“Ow,” he whines, making you laugh.

“Ow my ass! Come on, let’s get these on the pan and in the oven.”

“Can I at least taste something else?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his hands pawing at your leggings.

“After,” you answer, trying to stop the tremble of anticipation that runs through you.

When the whole house smells of cinnamon, sugar and spice you sigh in relief and set the timer for the last time.

Bucky stalks toward you and takes you in his arms. “Finally,” he murmurs.

You flatten your palms on his chest. “Not yet. We have to clean up and wait for the cookies to come out. Otherwise, they might burn.”

His eyes darken and he holds you in place. “We’re using the dishwasher.”

“Of course,” you say in agreement, your smile saccharine.

He loads the dishwasher in record time while you wipe down the counters and wrap up the cooled muffins and bread.

The cookie timer goes off and before you can get to the oven he has it open and is pulling the tray out.

“Cookies are done!” he says.

“Let me check them. They might need another two minutes.”

You watch the muscles of his jaw flex as he clenches his teeth but he moves away so you can look them over.

You inspect each cookie carefully.

“Now you’re just trying to torture me doll.”

“They’re perfect,” you say after another perusal. “And I have to admit that it is just a little fun.”

“Is it?” he murmurs as he carefully moves the hot tray out of reach and cages you against the counter.

“Mm hm,” you answer and pull his glasses off.

Your fingertips brush along his cheek and he captures your wrist, softly pressing his lips to your pulse before he kisses your palm.

“Thank you for helping me.”

He nods as he continues to kiss along your skin. “For you, always…now turn around.”

Your breath hitches at his tone and you do as your told, slowly turning until his hard length is pressing into your ass.

He carefully unties your apron and lifts it over your head then drops it to the floor. Your shirt follows, his knuckles lightly skimming your back as he drags the fabric up.

You tremble, goosebumps erupting across your skin at his feather light touches. He kneels and hooks his fingers into your leggings, his every movement deliberate as he peels them off and reveals more of your skin.

His hand traces the curve of your ass before he gives it a hard squeeze and bites down on your soft skin.

You let out a squeal and squirm in his grasp.

A low rumble of approval runs through him as he tugs down your panties, leaving them wrapped around your ankles.

He gently slides two fingers along your calf and then higher until he reaches your inner thigh.

“Bend over and spread your legs,” he demands.

Again, you do as he says, the coolness of the counter a stark contrast to your heated skin.

Long, thick fingers tease your entrance and gather your arousal.

“So ready for me doll,” he praises.

You push back, needing more from him but he smacks your ass, hard, and holds you still with a firm grip.

“That doesn’t mean you get what you want yet,” he simpers, his fingers gliding lightly along your folds.

“Buckyyyyy,” you whine.

His lips brush along your skin, tracing the spot where you thigh meets your ass. He moves inward, sucking and licking and leaving marks in his wake.

When his nose runs along your slit you wiggle in his hold, your repeated pleas filling the air.

He continues to tease you with soft kisses and kitten licks, just barely flicking his tongue over your clit.

With both his hands he grabs hold of your ass cheeks and spreads them, burying his nose just above your pussy so he can slide his tongue through you.

You cry out his name and grip the edge of the counter, rocking back onto his face. He slides one hand between your legs and teases your clit, just enough to have you chasing your release with a cry of his name.

You’re still trying to catch your breath when soft hands lift you from the counter and he cradles you against his chest.

His hands wander reverently, the skim of his calloused fingertips making you clench around nothingness.

“Fuck me, Bucky,” you whisper, straining against him.

He runs his nose along your neck, bringing his lips just below your ear. “Say it again,” he demands.

You lift a hand behind you and curl it into his hair, tugging him closer. “Fuck me, Bucky,” you repeat, reveling in his warm breath as it caresses your skin.

His hands slide over your curves and he grips your hips. “You have no idea what it does to me when you say those words.”

You lean into him and sigh when his cock glides through your wetness. He grabs your chin and turns your head, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet and languid kiss that only fuels your impatience.

When you moan into it, whining his name, he shifts and fills you in one slow thrust.

“Oh my god,” you breathe against his lips. “Bucky…”

All you can feel is him inside of you, his heated skin pressed to yours, his hands, his lips. He’s everywhere and everything.

He deepens the kiss, sliding his hand down to the base of your neck and squeezing lightly. He groans out your name, breaking the kiss and pressing his face into your neck.

“Fuck fuck, fuck,” he chants every time he pounds into you.

“More Bucky. Harder,” you whine.

Suddenly everything is harder and deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with your pleas for more.

You can feel the moment he starts to completely lose control, his labored breathing hot against your neck and his grip tightening as his cock thickens inside you. You finish with his name on your lips, your orgasm rushing through you, the squeeze of your walls taking him right over the edge at the same time.

His hips tense and he growls out your name.

You rest your head back against his strong chest and silently thank him for keeping you standing upright because you feel as if you could melt to the floor.

His hold is gentle when he pulls out and turns you around, his expression one of complete satisfaction as he studies you, catching your lower lip with his thumb. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Your smile is soft as you trace the hard outline of his jaw. “I could say the same about you.”

He chuckles and pulls you closer. “Nothing compares to you, doll.”

His hand slides up your back and he cups the nape of your neck, tilting your head back so he can trail kisses along your throat and collarbone.

 “I can’t believe I let you finish that baking,” he whispers into your skin.

“Me either,” you giggle.

“I want more,” he murmurs as his lips find yours.

“I made an extra loaf of the chocolate pumpkin bread.”

At your deadpan words he tucks your hips against his, the feel of his hard cock making you gasp.

“There’s that sass again,” he tsks. “Guess I didn’t fuck you hard enough this time.”

“Guess not,” you mouth back.

“Good thing we’ve got all night then,” he simpers.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @kmc1989

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #mob!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #mob au #bucky barnes au #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

[saphushia]

DEUCE TRIED TO BEAT ACE WITH A LARGE STICK WHEN THEY MET????????????????

oh my god i get to tell you this i'm so happy. this is going to get long because i just. adore how fucking cringefail deuce is at the start of the novel. the manga is great but it's so important to me how badly this man can fuck up within 10 minutes of meeting a stranger. his ass does NOT know how to keep his foot out of his mouth

going behind a read more bc long and spoiler filled (specifically heavy spoilers (essentially an abridged play-by-play of the first chapter) for Ace's Story book 1 and a little bit of the first chapter of the Episode A manga adaption)

if you don't want spoilers but are curious uhhhh basically deuce got a lil hangry ^-^ thats all ^-^

so, in the manga adaption, deuce pretty immediately warms up to ace, yeah?

yeah. deuce is pretty fuckin easy in the manga. meanwhile, in the novel, when ace immediately asks for help...

(if it's unclear, all first person is referring to deuce, the book is written from his POV)

in fact, deuce manages to fail basically every speech check in the first conversation they have together. i'm not kidding look at how fucking bad he is at this.

my man falls ass first into a rant to a guy he just met and manages to find himself saying 'wow why don't you go cry to your mom and leave me alone to be depressed' to a man who's mom literally died in childbirth. less than 5 minutes after meeting the guy. and the best part? HE KEEPS GOING.

he's gotta stop there, right? surely? surely even a man who's been stranded on an island alone for 3 days can tell when he's got his foot so wedged in his mouth he's practically deepthroating it? NOPE!

at this point, you'd think there's literally nothing worse that he can say. you would be so, so wrong.

MY MAN. MY GUY. i want to hammer in the fact that deuce managed to fuck up a conversation this badly with a man he's literally never met within like, 15 minutes at most. deuce then proceeds to recover from this utter failure at conversation by just. walking away into the woods and proceeding to continue slowly starving to death for several days whilst avoiding ace. he also eats ants on at least one occasion. this isn't really relevant to the hitting ace with a stick thing but it's important to me that you know that. he also despite all of this has this gayass moment

again, not relevant, but important to me that you know he saw ace failing to sail on the worst raft you've ever seen and still called him 'dashing'. now, at this point, deuce has been without food and with only minimal water for days- probably close to a week, though it's a bit ambiguous. and my guy, brilliantly, thinks to himself 'well. ace doesn't look like he's starving to death. what if he has food?' and sneaks behind ace, following him until he sees ace with a huge fruit (the mera mera no mi).

all of this... deuce sneaking up on ace planning to fight him for the fruit, kill him if he needs to, because he's the son of roger... and you know what ace fucking does??? you wanna know what this giant depressed puppy of a man fucking says to a guy who was abt to bash his brains out??

"nice stick!" and deuce just fucking. starts sobbing on the spot out of guilt while they argue both trying to get the other to eat the fruit. they are. so stupid and i love them so much.

so yeah. deuce's first ever interaction with ace is loudly announcing that he'd want to kill himself if he was the son of roger, and his SECOND interaction is him attempting to kill ace with a stick because he's hangry. i love him so much he's so fucking shit.

tldr you're not you when you're hungry and also you should all read the ace novels. because of this and also because ace and deuce get cockblocked on a gay ferris wheel ride by a marine just deciding to jump in the gondola with them and sit there menacingly until ace breaks the door and just jumps out to escape her monologuing abt her traumatic backstory

#this got away from the original question a bit but i don't think anyone will mind #i say this every time it comes up but god i need to finish the novels #it also drops some hints to the meaning of ace's misspelled tattoo and i desperately need to see if it says more on it #talking #one piece #answers #dontmineit #portgas d ace #masked deuce #deuce one piece #i find it so funny the dichotomy between their meeting in the manga vs novel #let me tell you i was fucking losing it when i read it #i love the manga but i do feel like it goes VERY hard on the depressed/self destructive angle #while the novel feels less in-your-face abt it which feels more fitting #manga is like he's always brooding and depressed meanwhile novel feels more like a friendly guy with severe baggage below the surface #tho the manga does fascinate me wrt his relationship to his crew #because the manga (to me at least) paints ace as a beloved captain #but arguably not a very good one #and i don't think it even does that on purpose #but it's fun to roll that thought around my head #anyways

[late-to-the-party-81]

Stockings hanging by the fire

AN: Ho ho ho - Merry Christmas in July! I was supposed to post this in March as a late Christmas present for my darling Tonje, but i forgot! Sorry @doasyoudesireandlive . Let’s also ignore the fact that Bucky didn’t ship out in December……

Beta’d by @yarnforbrains

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and Mood board by me

Masterlist

Summary: Decorating your rooms for Christmas wasn't going as well as planned. Luckily a dashing young soldier offers to help you out, and you aren't going to turn one of our brave boys away...

Relationship: 40’s Bucky x Reader

Wordcount: 1.5k

CW: Fluff and Flirting, Implied off-screen spicy time. 40’s Bucky in dress uniform cos he’s definitely a warning!

This was not going the way you’d anticipated. How hard was it to actually get a Christmas tree up the few brownstone steps and into your apartment? Apparently, very. You hefted it again, but to no avail. And to make matters worse, the small flurry of snow that had been swirling around when you’d set out was getting heavier, and the air getting sharper. Even the children who’d been making snowmen had abandoned them.

You let out another loud sigh, as opposed to the curse you wanted to. Mrs. Sweeny who lived upstairs (and was this minute looking out through her curtains at you while you struggled) already thought you were a good time girl, likely to end up in trouble, so you were trying to present a more demure and ladylike facade. But it was hard when you realised you were sweating like a preacher in a whore-house, and that the needles on the tree had scuffed up your favourite leather gloves. You’d give up, but that would mean that even apart from the fact it would mean abandoning your not so insignificant purchase where it currently lay, it would just present you with a different problem.

The tree was stuck. No going up and no going down. You loosened your grip and pinched the bridge of your nose, a litany of profanities circulating around your brain.

“Excuse me, doll… but you appear to be in need of assistance.”

A warm, syrupy voice made its way to your ears, and you looked up to find the source.

Well! Hello, Soldier!

He was obviously newly minted and fresh out of the box. His dress greens were wrinkle free, his hat perched jauntily on his head atop his Bryll-creamed chestnut hair. His eyes were light blue, sparkling with amusement, an expression matched by the lilt of his full pink lips.

Now, contrary to what Mrs Sweeny thought, you were no good-time girl. However, neither were you a missish maid. When you got an itch, you scratched it, but you were careful about it too. You had a good job as a receptionist, and you didn’t want to lose that just because you couldn’t keep your underthings in place. But looking at this nice looking Sergeant, you could feel that itch making itself known, and he looked like he’d know how to scratch it real good.

“You noticed, huh?” You leaned your hip against the railing, tipped your head to the side slightly and flashed him your most winning smile. “I think I bit off more than I could chew.”

“Well, I could always help you out. You know, if you want?” He’d stepped closer, but you were still slightly taller, being part way up the steps.

“Have a dashing young soldier assist me in my time of need? How is a girl supposed to say no to that?”

He flashed you a grin then, and how you didn’t swoon, you didn’t know.

“Don’t say no then, doll.” 

He bent down then, and you were momentarily confused, until he hooked his arms under your nemesis the tree and hoisted it up onto his shoulder.

Wow!

“Lead on, sweetheart.”

You practically skipped up the last few steps, awkwardly pulling your keys out of your purse, before opening the front door to the building. 

“Afraid I’m on the second floor, Sergeant….?” You trailed off, giving him the opportunity to give you his name.

“Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th. But my good friends call me Bucky.” Oh, he was smooth.

“Bucky, it is then.”

You led the way up the stairwell, somewhat in awe of how effortlessly Bucky was carrying your tree. When you reached your own door, you repeated your awkwardness with the keys, and gave the door - which had a tendency to stick - a sharp nudge with your shoulder. Removing your gloves and wondering how you were going to put right the damage done to them by the pine sap, you gestured to the tree stand you already had set up ready in front of your main window.

“Could you place it in that for me? I didn’t expect getting a tree to be this difficult.”

“Sure thing, doll.”

You took your coat off, hung it on the peg, along with your purse, took off your hat and quickly checked your hair and lipstick in the small vanity mirror by the door, while Bucky’s back was turned.

“So, is this your first Christmas on your own then?”

He threw the question over his shoulder as he tightened the screws on the tree stand around the rough trunk of the pine. You turned back around and leant your weight on your sideboard.

“Yup. Moved outta Ma and Pa’s three months back. Got this place for a steal and a job down at Montgomery’s as the receptionist. It’s a good gig. And you? Getting ready to ship out?”

Bucky stood, clapping his hands together and brushing off the lingering pieces of bark and needles on his green woollen pants.

“Sure am. Completed basic training. Got bumped up to Sergeant on account of my sharp-shooter skills. Catching the boat to England in two days.” He lifted his right hand up to his temple and gave you a salute. “Ready to serve, miss.”

There was an awkward silence then. He’d completed his chivalrous task, but it was clear from the tension in the air between you that neither of you were wanting this interaction to end, at least not yet. You moved away from the sideboard, walking closer to him. He stayed put, right where he was, not widening the gap between you but not closing it either. Open, but not pushy.

“Well thank you very much for your help, Sergeant. But I wondered, on account of how cold and snowy it is outside, whether I could offer you some hospitality in thanks. I could fix you a drink, and if you wanted, you could help me with the decorating. Ornaments and stockings and the such-like? I want to make this room my own personal winter wonderland.”

“A drink would be much appreciated, and spending even more time with a beautiful dame is not gonna be anything I’d turn down.”

“Least I can offer for one of our country’s brave boys.” You walked your fingers up the front of his buttoned jacket and made a display of straightening his tie, before turning and sauntering towards your little kitchenette. You pulled two glass tumblers out of your cupboard, and then moving to a second, retrieved your bottle of whisky. You saw Bucky’s eyebrow rise as you placed a healthy measure in each glass. You took a sip from yours, silently letting him know that you were no stranger to strong liquor, and then returned to his side, hips swinging.

He took the other glass from your hand, and you clinked them together. 

“To festive cheer and new friends.”

“I can definitely drink to that, doll.”

Silence fell again as you both sipped your drinks, but it was less awkward and more electric, the previous tension now stronger and thrumming through your veins. You placed your near empty glass down on your coffee table.

“I hate to ask you for another favour, Bucky, but I wondered if you could light the fire for me. I’m just going to pop in the other room and get the things I need for decorating and what not…”

“Not a problem at all.” He placed his glass next to yours and walked round to your fireplace.

“The matches are on the mantle. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“I’ll be right here waiting, beautiful.”

Somehow you controlled yourself walking into your room, not giving away how excited you were. God, you hoped you were reading this right. Quickly you slipped out of your skirt and blouse, and gave yourself a quick wash under the arms from the jug of water you kept on your dresser. A spritz of perfume, a slick of lipstick and another primp of your hair and you were as ready as you were going to be. You took a deep breath and walked back out into your living room.

Bucky was kneeling in front of your fireplace, prodding at the big log he’d just put on to the burning kindling, trying to get it to catch. He’d removed his jacket and hat, the latter perching on top of the former that was folded over the arm of your slightly ratty sofa. You could see the play of the muscles of his back under his dress shirt, and imagined how they’d feel under your hands.

You walked closer until you stood right next to him. He turned his head and looked up at you, eyes wide as he took in your stocking covered legs, your satin french knickers and matching camisole.

“Are you still okay to help me with my stockings?” You lifted one foot and placed it on his knee. His hand gently captured your ankle and then slid up slowly, but surely up your thigh towards the fasteners.

“Those weren't the stockings I had in mind, doll, but I’m not gonna complain.”

And neither did you.

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[voraciousvore]

The Giant and the Princess (5/10)

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Content Warning: Mouthplay/ vore themes

Word Count: 2.8k

------ Part 5 ------

Ajax was giddy with excitement when he woke up the following morning. His heart fluttered every time he thought about the little princess, so cute and small. He wanted to make her happy today. He took extra time to bathe in a mountain stream and scrubbed every inch of his skin with soap so that he would smell nice. He clipped his nails so they weren’t so cracked and unsightly. He suited up in his finest garb, a leather vest lined with rabbit fur and his cleanest pair of pants. He examined his face in a mirror and tried to fix any imperfections he could. He trimmed his beard so it wasn’t so scraggly, brushed out the knots in his hair, and tied his long hair back into a neat ponytail. After some thought, he stuck a handkerchief in his pocket, so he could clean up any blood that got on his clothes. Once he was confident in his dashing appearance, he headed out. 

His mother stopped him on his way to the door. “Ajax! Wow, you’re looking handsome! What’s the special occasion?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Ajax lied, but his face heated up and betrayed him. 

She grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Did you meet a nice giantess during one of your expeditions?” 

“S-something like that,” Ajax stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t want to admit the truth. 

His mother pecked him on the cheek. “Good luck, sweetie! Knock ‘em dead!” she giggled.  

“Thanks, Mom.” Ajax excused himself with a small wave as he backed out the door. He hurried down the mountain and into the forest. Once he was out of sight, he let out a breath of relief. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure how his parents would respond if they found out he was falling in love with a human. All he knew was that he didn’t want them to know. Plus, he realized the human wouldn’t be safe around his relatives. With some discomfort, he realized she really wasn’t even safe around him, if he got gluttonous enough and couldn’t restrain himself. 

With that distressing thought digging into his brain, he hastened to find food to fill his belly before he ran into Iris. He didn’t want to risk being excessively hungry around her, lest he give in to temptation. Fortunately, he caught a handful of deer in one of his traps that he happily swallowed whole, so that he wouldn’t get blood everywhere and mess up his well-groomed appearance. He snapped the antlers off the males, so they wouldn’t prick his throat on the way down. With his hunger sated, he headed over to the castle. 

As he camped out in the woods near the castle town, waiting for the princess to emerge, he spotted a modest group of travelers hiking in the same direction. He was sorely tempted to snatch them up and eat them. They would be such easy prey, with how oblivious they were, and so tasty too. However, he considered how Princess Iris would feel about him eating humans, and mercifully restrained himself. He wasn’t especially hungry at the moment anyways, with the herd of live deer thrashing in his gut. 

He wasn’t sure how to feel about ingesting humans. He’d done so for his entire life, so it was difficult for him to stop seeing them as sustenance. The act didn’t seem wrong when eating them felt so right, for no other food satisfied in quite the same way. Every giant knew that they existed to eat humans: It was the reason they were created by their god in the first place, to control the human population as natural predators. To deny himself that pleasure was to deny his true purpose. 

The giant frowned at these thoughts, conflicted and befuddled. A sweet scent snapped him out of his trance and he turned his attention to the castle grounds. From far away, he could see a tiny speck traversing the clearing: his lovely little princess. His heart fluttered like butterflies in his chest. She advanced forward with a spring in her step. She was carrying something in her hands, though he couldn’t make out what the microscopic little thing was. It smelled appetizing though. 

She hadn’t yet spotted him, as massive as he was, due to the murky cover of the oversized trees. He was a proficient hunter, skilled at concealing himself. Once she entered the forest, out of sight of the castle, he made his approach, stepping softly in the grass. The princess finally detected him by the swing of his massive boots in her direction. She looked up at him and beamed. He crouched down and swept her off her feet into his palm. 

“Welcome back, my little princess,” Ajax cooed, bringing her up to his face. He melted at the sight of her bashful smile. “What do you have there?” 

“I brought you a treat from the kitchen. I asked the royal chef to make a mincemeat pie, as big as I could handle. I heard it’s popular among the common folk. Here, open your mouth and I’ll toss in a slice,” Iris offered. 

Ajax was uncertain about letting Iris so close to his mouth, since he didn’t want to scare her, and there were obvious risks involved. Yet, he obeyed and separated his humungous lips and teeth to reveal to her the fleshy chamber within. She took a slice of pie out of the tin and placed it on his tongue. Ajax closed his mouth and sampled the miniscule crumb. As a giant, he was accustomed to devouring most of his prey raw, and often alive, so he didn’t eat a whole lot of prepared meals. He was surprised how delicious the pie was, with a complex mix of spices and flavors. 

The crumb of food dissolved in his saliva rapidly, whetting his appetite, so he opened his mouth eagerly for another slice. The little princess giggled and gave him another one, which he lapped up and savored until it was gone. He parted his jaws for more, drooling excessively in anticipation. Iris threw another slice into the wet darkness of his mouth while running her fingers through his beard flirtatiously. His hair felt thick and coarse on her skin. 

When he opened his mouth again, Iris took the remaining pieces out of the tin and put them all on his outstretched tongue. Her hand unwittingly grazed his tongue as she did so, allowing him to taste her for the first time. Her flavor outshined the pie by leaps and bounds. Before he could stop himself, he reacted on instinct and closed his lips around her arm, trapping her hand in his mouth and slurping it in. Iris gasped as her arm was sucked inside the hot flesh up to her shoulder. She tried to pull out, pushing against the cushion of his lips, but she was powerless against his superior strength. She felt the slimy bumps of his tongue sliding up and down her hand and arm, tasting her, and the edges of his enormous incisors touching her wrist above and below. 

“Ajax, what are you doing?” she asked, struggling to stay calm. “Let my arm go. Please?” Her shaky voice betrayed her fear. The giant heard her plea, and he wanted to release her, but his lips stayed firmly planted around her arm. Her flavor was divine, the shockingly strong temptation to eat her nearly impossible to resist. He wanted to suction her entirely into his maw, play with her on his tongue, and swallow her whole. The rush he’d get from her frenzied wriggling in his stomach would be incredible. It would be so easy; she was helpless to stop him. 

“I… I trust you…” she whispered. “You wouldn’t…” She leaned into his lips, and to his shock, she kissed him. She pressed her body against his lips and kissed him, passionately and fervently, like this expression of love would be her final act before her death in his belly. Of all the things she could have done, Ajax did not anticipate a kiss. He melted like butter under the influence of her touch, his hunger weakening into a tender desire of a different nature. His lips quivered and parted to relinquish her arm, which she slid back out into safety. Instead of pulling away, however, she thrust herself into the embrace of his lips with fiery ardor, touching his skin and mustache all over with her delicate fingers as she hugged and kissed his mouth with desperate, wild lust. Ajax reciprocated in kind, puckering his lips and retracting his tongue deep inside his mouth so he wouldn’t taste her again. He could feel against his skin her tiny heart hammering in her chest. 

When she finally drew back, she was shaking with a flurry of emotions. She was terrified, yet the whole interaction had been thrilling and exhilarating, even with the danger. Her body was hot and damp with sweat and saliva. Overwhelmed, she backed up into the protective curve of his fingers and huddled into a vibrating ball, her eyes moistening with tears. Ajax could only imagine what she must be feeling. He was shaken himself, by the violence of his voracious cravings. He was still tempted to pop her into his mouth and gulp her down, like the luscious little morsel that she was. He panted with an open maw, not aware that he was immersing her in his humid breath. 

“I’m so sorry, Iris,” he apologized emphatically. “When I tasted you, I got carried away, I almost couldn’t stop...” He couldn’t bear to finish his sentence out loud, to admit how badly he wanted to devour her alive. 

Iris gazed up at him, her glistening eyes wide. “You… you really do eat people, don’t you? I mean, I know I saw you eat all those bandits, but I thought you only did it because they were evil… just to get rid of them…” She shuddered. “Wishful thinking on my part.” 

Ajax shook his head. “No. I eat any humans that cross my path.” 

“So… why didn’t you eat me?” the princess questioned, burning with intensity. 

“The first time, I was so full I couldn’t ingest another human. Otherwise, I would have without hesitation, regardless of what you might’ve said to stop me,” Ajax confessed. The princess gaped in horror. “The second time, I was planning to. I almost did. But you were so grateful to see me, for whatever reason I couldn’t bring myself to...” 

Iris paled as she began to understand that she had escaped death more by fickle fate than deliberate choice. “I-I see...” She blinked. “What about now?” 

“Well, now,” Ajax began. “Now... to be honest...” He was stalling. He really ought to tell her the truth. He gulped and cleared his throat. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Iris.” 

She blushed hard. “R-really?” 

“Yes,” the giant confirmed. “However... I don’t want to put you in harm’s way. And... and... I know I’m a hazard to humans. I don’t think I can stop eating humans so easily, if I’m being honest. The cravings I have for human meat are exceedingly powerful, beyond my willpower to contain them. Not to mention, you taste so delicious...”  

He licked his lips as he started to salivate at the recollection of her flavor. He didn’t want to utter the next part, but it needed to be said. “You’re really not safe around me. Maybe we should stop seeing each other.” 

His heart sank like a stone in a river. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep the princess with him, hold her in his hand, kiss her, whisper sweet nothings to her. Yet, even as he imagined engaging with her romantically, his fantasies took a darker turn. He wanted to taste her again. Lick her up and down, rub her slim little body on his tongue. Savor her in his mouth like a delicacy. Swallow her whole. Relish her small form shifting in his gut, until she became a part of him. He desired her flesh so badly, so viscerally. His love for her extended into a passion to have her in her entirety, not just her soul but the meat on her bones, deep inside his core. The desires he felt both frightened and stimulated him. He had never known a love like this could exist, in such an odd form. It was a carnal urge for flesh, taken to the extreme. 

As his thoughts raced, he scanned the princess to gauge her reaction to his words. She didn’t respond right away. She remained huddled up beneath the arch of his fingers. Her face was white, her eyes wild and watery, and her body was trembling. Ajax couldn’t bear to see her in such a state, knowing that he was the one that caused her emotional distress. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I won’t eat you, Iris, I promise.” He didn’t know if he could keep his promise, but he’d try his very hardest. “Again, I’m sorry. Here, I’ll set you down, you can go back home, you never have to see me again-” 

“No,” the princess croaked. “It’s... it’s okay.” She took a few deep breaths. “I just need a minute to calm down.” She didn’t want to go back to her suffocating life at the castle. She didn’t want to believe that the giant was dangerous. She wanted to keep living in her fantasy, even if she knew it was delusional. She wanted to have faith in Ajax and put all her hopes and dreams in his gentle, capable hands. She couldn’t bear to lose it all. She’d rather be eaten than go back to a pointless and painful existence. 

Ajax did the only thing he could think to do, and held her against his chest like he did the prior day to comfort her. He walked in silence through the forest, keeping his steps smooth and regular. The princess gradually stopped shaking, soothed by his steady vitals. The giant hiked up the mountainside, steering clear of his home, where he’d run into other giants. He figured the princess had probably never entered this area, which would be too perilous for any humans to tread without the protection of a larger being like him. 

Eventually, he made his way to a secluded waterfall on the side of the mountain overlooking the castle. He opened his hands so Iris could take in the stunning scenery and refresh herself in the mountain stream. She rinsed off her arm that had been inside his mouth and splashed cold water on her face. Ajax sat on a boulder and placed the tiny woman on his knee so she could enjoy the view. She was awestruck to overlook her castle home, nestled in the greenery of the forest, alongside the afternoon sun reflecting off a distant lake. The sight was breathtaking. 

Despite the incident earlier, she didn’t display any fear towards the giant, and indeed clung to him more than ever. Ajax was amazed to see that her words didn’t ring hollow, and she genuinely did trust him. He supposed he understood, since she viewed him as salvation from her dreary life at the castle. Even though he had nearly eaten her alive, that kiss she gave him was overflowing with passion. There existed a bright spark between them, defying the odds. Ajax felt guilty for what he had done, yet he bloomed with tender affection for the tiny lady. Perhaps he was being selfish, but he didn’t want to let her go, even if his appetite was a danger to her survival. 

Ajax brought the princess back to the castle. He wanted to kiss her, but he resisted the urge to lift her close to his mouth, opting instead to nuzzle her with his cheek. His heart sang when her tiny hands caressed his skin and facial hair. After he set her in the grass and made sure she went through the magical door safely, he went home. He felt as if his feet were floating on clouds as he walked. Her mesmerizing scent lingered in his nostrils, filling him with sugary sentiments. He was in love. 

He was practically sparkling with dreamy delight as he stepped into his home, distracted by his imagination. His mother approached him with a knowing smile. However, her smile faded when she inhaled the distinct human aroma of the princess. She recognized the same scent from the last few days. She beheld her son with a puzzled look, but he didn’t seem to notice as he absently greeted his mother and continued to his room, humming to himself and daydreaming. Ajax’s father passed by him and also noticed the familiar human scent on his person. Neither parent confronted him directly, but they exchanged perplexed glances that reflected some concern. They weren’t sure what was going on with their son, but their suspicions were growing. 

Part 6

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[heartsleybyul]

#FEEL MY RHYTHM › riddle rosehearts [heartslabyul]

❀ .. gn reader, intentional lowercase, mutual pining (again!!)

❀ .. i dont knwo much abt ballroom dancing i am sorry

🗨️ ; ballroom dancing with riddle becomes something more

step one, step two, dash..

steps kept repeating in your head as you tried to perfect the dance, feet occasionally clashing against riddle's.

you two were assigned a ballroom dance for class, paired with riddle you quite expected him to be stern and strict yet during your practice with him he seemed, soft.

you don't know if he was simply just in a good mood or not, but even so you'd enjoy every moment of this with him.

you were mesmerized. the way he looked so focused, the way his hands feel so soft against yours, the way he'd help you so gently with the steps made your heart flutter.

you had a crush on him for quite a while and you thanked the sevens you were assigned this assignment with him.

his hands rested on your shoulder, both of your hands connecting just right beside you head while swaying and dancing to the classical music, you wished this moment would last forever.

just then, the music stopped. "well, our routine for today is done. i expect that you'll be back here tomorrow again to practice" of course you would, you'd take any chance to be with him.

"yea sure, i mean it's an important project." while giving him a small smile.

˚୨ ♡ ୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

the classical music was once again present in the room, while two bodies swayed around in sync.

you and riddle practiced again just as promised, this time, you got considerably better at coordinate your feet with his.

it felt magical once again, until the song ended which meant your routine was over. riddle still held your hands, his face looking up at you with a slightly visible blush tinting his face.

"[name], if someone were to confess to you, what would be your answer?"

startled by his sudden question, it seems like you can't say anything. it seems too much like a confession.

"well, i mean it really depends who would be the one confessing"

you said while trying to look anywhere but his face, while he rested his hand on your shoulder, were you two gonna practice the routine again?

"shall we dance once more?" he said while starting to dance once more, while you caught up immediately.

"[name], it feels quite nice dancing with you." riddle said while you nodded in agreement.

"you know, i like you a lot [name]. and i would give anything in the world just for this moment to stop. you are my definition of perfection and elegance, i love you."

what? no way this is happening. you stopped your movements immediately, your brain still trying to register that he just confessed to you!

"you.. really like me?" you answered while while riddle brought both of you hands together, clasping them under his. "of course i would, you have encaptured my heart since we first met."

oh my, this has to be a dream. you were left there speechless, was this really happening?

"oh- wow, i would have never expected this actually," you said while looking around the room once more, "i like you too. since the day i saw you."

riddle nudged your back a bit closer to him, cupping your face,

"well thats quite pleasant. i hope you'll dont mind if i indulge a bit into loving you, hm?"

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#i promise ill settle on a layout and theme soon 😭😭😭 #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst riddle x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x yuu #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst x yuu #twisted wonderland x yuu #x reader #❀ / works

[deathlygristly]

I am reading the reblogs and tags on an older post that goes around the dash occasionally. It's about reading. I'm sure you've seen it - someone talks about Divergent books and 1984 and then someone reblogs it and calls 1984 rape apologism? Which is really weird?

The spousal person ordered a print of this Kate Beaton comic many years ago and he hung it up in the hallway and he told me to go look at it whenever I said my writing was bad:

http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=44

The first two panels do a fairly decent job of explaining 1984. Which is just....a really simple book. It's like wow look fascism sucks! And that's it, pretty much. Like yeah, obviously you could write papers and essays and a thesis and probably do a whole body of academic work on the particulars of it, but really it's just that Orwell thought fascism sucked. Which it does, so I don't see the problem?

Anyway I am pretty sure a lot of the people on that post come from a very different society than I do, even though the education system they say they hate is the American one. Which, hey, our education is locally funded and controlled so maybe it's just that my working class southern Appalachian rural county schools were a lot better than their schools? Or is it maybe what I've suspected before, that I graduated before No Child Left Behind?

I can't recall my English teachers ever being authoritarian to the extent so many other people claim their English teachers were. Not that I can recall that much about English or school at all, really, but I think I would remember if they marched around all "No, your essay is WRONG and only MY opinion is right!!!" all the time.

But then it's true that I don't remember it that well because I just wrote essays the night before they were due or sometimes in the classes before English if it was a class later in the day, and then I got a good grade and nice comments on it and then I got on with my life. I don't think I ever invested nearly as much emotional energy and idea of my self-worth into English class as the people on that post did. Which maybe that's why they remember it so well? Certainly it's probably a large part of why they still have Big Emotions about it.

Anyway my point is that sometimes I read how people write about their own reading and I'm like oh. This is why I shouldn't care what people say about my work that much. I clearly did not write it for these people who experience the world and fiction and the written word in a way that I cannot imagine at all and that I would have never known existed as a possibility if I hadn't read their own words about it.

Like the version of the post that gets the most reblogs ends with an essay about how in the last few decades people have come to expect characters to be "relatable" and to be like them and to think and experience things the way they do? And there's all this self-identity and irrational and false beliefs about your own moral purity involved?

If you come to my work with that sort of thing in your heart you will bounce off of it, and I have finally come to understand that the bouncing off is for the best for both of us.

If you're new here and you haven't read my stuff yet, here's the pinned post with the directory on my Simblr: Story Index.

Anyway, gotta go to bed now. It's just....I don't think I ever realized just how differently people experience fiction and books and the written word from how I experience it before. Like in the tags someone said they expected 1984 to be more Hunger Games-esque? How is that person perceiving reality? I want to live inside their brain for a bit to learn.

#long post

[starleska]

Hi! I'm curious to hear your thoughts on the Hooded Claw from The Perils of Penelope Pitstop or Leopold Charles Anthony Weasleby the Third from Henry Hatsworth in the Puzzling Adventure!! Both hit that niche of dastardly, scheming villain that I think might be up your alley ^^

hello there lovely!!! are you having a nice day? 🥰💖 OOOH new silly villains to gawk at, thank you so much!! what a wonderful present to receive 💖

ohoho...hello handsome 👉👈 my dear friend, you must've crawled into my brain to know this is the kind of villain i love unreservedly...wow he's cute!!! 🙈💖 Sylvester Sneekly/The Hooded Claw isn't a character i'm familiar with (vaguest memories of Wacky Races and never saw The Perils of Penelope Pitstop), but oooh, he's nasty!!!! 🥴💖

imagine being so terrible that you continually try to murder a young woman in your charge just to get her money...he's giving Edgar Balthazar from The Aristocats vibes, and it's magnificent!! the voice and the mannerisms are deliciously evil, he's serving cunt in all of his outfits, and i'm loving the master of disguise deal he's got going on 😖💖 thank you so much for telling me about this guy, i'm definitely going to look more into him 😉

now OP, between the Hooded Claw and this Leopold Weasleby the Third fellow...do you think you might have a type? 😂💖 i was actually having a little trouble finding out a lot about this guy, but i must say he is tremendously dashing!!! he's got that Mad Mod look with the cravat and the diamond-topped cane 🥴💖 am i right in understanding that this is actually the robotic disguise of a character named Cole? has he adopted other names? i would love to know more about this universe!! Henry Hatsworth In the Puzzling Adventure looks like loads of fun...and we stan a niche villain 'round these parts 🙏 thank you for these fantastic submissions, and your absolutely stellar taste!! i can't wait to learn more 👀

#we LIVE for dastards (i.e. dastardly bastards) in this house #the hooded claw #sylvester sneekly #leopold weasleby the third #Leopold Charles Anthony Weasleby the Third #the perils of penelope pitstop #Henry Hatsworth In the Puzzling Adventure #f/o suggestions #starleskasks #long post

[downs1de]

Name: Hart, nice to meet you!

Pronouns: She/Her, but you can always They/Them me if you're concerned.

Most Active Muses: It depends on whether you mean active in my head or in general. Rust Cohle's been quiet, but he's always out there doing things. On the other hand, the muses currently holding the brain cells are Gregory House and Sam Winchester-Davis.

RP Pet Peeves: I don't think I have any. At least I've not been facing things that make me uncomfortable lately; I have a very curated dash. If something comes up, I'll let you all know.

Experience/How Many Years: I've been doing some kind of roleplaying since 2008, but this type of roleplaying (indie and all) I'm doing right now has been going on since 2013, so that's 11 years. Wow!

Fluff, Angst, or Smut: All three are good, but I don't think I've deep-dived into any of them lately since they require plotting. I gravitate more towards slice-of-life threads and see how characters interact, and from that, I find things that are exciting for plotting.

Plots or Memes: I like both but tend to gravitate towards memes. This is not to say I don't like plotting, but I have a hard time replying to IMs while I'm at work. Yet, I always want to interact with new people, so memes give me the space to do so without having to go back and forth right away. And sometimes, we discover fun stuff while we're at it, too!

Long or Short Replies: Long if my brain allows, although it's mostly just rambling on my part 🤭

Time to Write: Mostly at night or during weekends. Work's been kicking my ass, so my "time to write" has gotten shorter and shorter. Thankfully, I'm on vacation soon!

Are You Like Your Muses: God, I hope not, but they all carry a little bit of me in them.

Tagged by: @vullcanica (ty <3)

Tagging: @rebuiltmyself @turnandface @walkeddeath @symme1ry @nofinalgirl @inhaunts and you, reading this!

#🗙 〻 out of character. #( fun! thank u )

[redfurrycat]

May i respectfully ask how you can enjoy a ship if u didn't see the show for canon's sake?? 😄👀

Hey Anon! :)

Talking about Sterek are we, right?? :D

Upon reading your ask, I reflected on how I got into the Sterek fandom in the first place, and wow what a nice journey down the memory lane!!

Short answer to how I can enjoy a ship if I didn't see the show?

COLDFLASH.

Confused, are you? =D

The longer version of my babbling is under the cut, and so very sorry about that, coudn't help myself! :D

In case you don't know about the Coldflash ship, Anon, just a quick word. Tis the hero/villain ship from the Flash tv-show, aka Barry Allen/Leonard Snart.

THEM:

I started following this ig account ss.sterek [@holycafe if I'm not mistaken], liking all the coldflash posts, then getting curious about their other posts as well.

This is how Sterek came to be.

At first, it was a polite indifference, but the more I saw the sterek posts the more it got interesting to me, until one day I started searching for any Sterek content.

Until I started searching for any content on Tumblr, specifically.

Until I liked so many incorrect quotes and crack posts about this so-called Sourwolf and Spaz.

At some point their dynamic became SO addicting, I decided to start reading fics.

Did I understand any of the mentionned canon? Heck no.

(The Teen Wolf Wiki Page was a huge help in that regard, explaining to me what a kanima or a nogitsune was for example.)

Still, I remember the first fics I read were about Stiles being Pack Mom to the Wonder betas!! =D

Also fics closely (ish) related to canon...So yeah they always referred to stuff happening in the show that I usually didn't get...

With patience, some research, and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FICS, I began grasping things and characters surrounding the Sterek pair.

So I may not know about the Derek and the Stiles from the show, but I know of the fandom version of them.

Beleive me, it puzzled me how big it got to me. (BUT I'M LOVING IT!)

Like I probably have 2,000 bookmarked Sterek fics on AO3 plus the ones I've yet to read on my marked-for-later and the other ones I read without bookmarking them (rookie mistake xD).

I think the writers and the Sterek content creators have taken the grumpy-sunshiny & dry-sarcastic dynamics and wrote....how to say it? almost different characters than from the show? To the point I didn't need the show to understand them.

Nor did I wish to.

Actually, I tried watching after S06 got out, but didn't last more than 15 min maybe? My brain was too wired up on the Sterek vibe to fully appreciate the show. (Maybe my teenage ass would have liked it... But as I was watching soooo maaaaany tv-shows already, it was impossible to start watching Teen Wolf, and when I first heard of Sterek I was at Uni and really didn't have the time - But OH LORD THE NUMBER OF FICS I READ... My life saver to countless sleepless nights unable to close my eyes xD)

I've only watch THE famous Sterek Supercut!!!! :D <3

I don't know if you are aware of my Tumblr really, but if you are, you may notice I'm VERY MUCH INTO PLANES AND PILOTS these days... (okay it's been a year)....

YEAH YEAH YEAH TALKING ABOUT TOP GUN AND TOP GUN MAVERICK AND BLONDE AND BRUNET PILOTS SO WHAT OF IT?!

*I'm super chill, whatddyamean???? :D*)

Make NO mistake though, Sterek is still a favourite pair of mine, and I AM OH SO GLAD to see old and new content popping up in my dash. Still reblogging and reading!!!!!!!!!

ETERNAL STEREK!

Thank you to the original account that got me into Sterek. Thank you to THE STEREK FANDOM FOR CREATING THE MOST AMAZING CONTENT AND FICS.

Dear you go, Anon, rambles over. :D

(((I started writing the reply in the morning, and it is now the evening. I got distracted by real life stuff in the middle, and I AM EXHAUSTED. I hope you can make sense of all the babbling (or word-vomit, more like it.) I won't be reading again cause otherwise I'll keep adding stuff :D))

Have a good day Anon! ;)

#answered anon ask #coldflash got me into sterek :D <3 #and I'm ever so grateful for it! <3 #eternal sterek #sterek is eternal #I love sterek #I also mentionned coldflash and top gun.... AND I LOVE YOU TOO. #good lord this bean needs sleep xD #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e10 the devil in the details (w. andrew dabb)

oh god. a funko pop?? of sam?? this is how we start an episode while sam is in the cage again with lucifer, thin plot to cover product placement. hokay.

SAM Yeah. You’ll taunt me and you’ll, ah, torture me, and I’ll say no. And eventually, sooner than you think, my brother’s gonna walk through that door and kick your ass. LUCIFER Dean? You’re betting on Dean? SAM I always have.

i didn't see rowena colluding with lucifer coming, but it makes sense, which is nice.

LUCIFER We’re in a memory Sam, one of the few good ones from your childhood. By the way, I thought I had Daddy issues, but you, wow! Anyway, I think you recognize the dashing young bean-pole over there.

hey young sam's colin ford grew up! actor is 20 now. haven't seen him since 7x03 with the jewel staite mess

ROWENA Not yours! His! Hell is his! I’m his. So hurt me and what do you think he’ll do to you? CROWLEY Lucifer will never get out of that cell. ROWENA You’re willing to stake your life on that? On Sam Winchester?

that rowena was (bad) dreaming about crowley getting a funko of sam is hurting my brain just a little bit.

CROWLEY And, he’s the devil. ROWENA You say that like it’s a bad thing. CROWLEY Oh, I’m a bad thing. He’s a worse thing. Last time Lucifer went topside you know what he wanted? Death. For you. For me. And every human. And every demon. ROWENA He’s changed. CROWLEY Oh yes, of course. All he needed was the love of a horrible woman.

good one, crowley

...smiting sickness, okay. sure, why not

CASTIEL That explains it. You’re suffering from smiting sickness. DEAN That... that’s a thing? CASTIEL Yeah. The angels... what they did... it released a tremendous amount of energy and there’s fallout, so this whole area is poisoned.

i'll be honest, i forgot about the smiting. that i watched literally 24 hours ago. this is why i need the pre-ep recaps. if i don't write about it, woosh in one ear out the other (which also is an indicator i don't care too much :S)

didn't really wanna relive swan song but here we are.

what, MUSHY MUSIC. i had to go pull up actual 5x22 and it in fact, does NOT have the mushy music in this scene LOL. no score at all until they fall in the hole, and it's not the mushy music melody. iiinteresting. i wondered if the mushy music melody was something i just failed to notice before, now i wonder if i did happen to notice its first appearance.

they also definitely changed the levels on the screams and stuff falling in the hole haha. weird. that all was very strange. like the same scene but different production aesthetics

nice to be able to actually see billie. is that it for her? how about for young sam too? just little pop-in cameo. even got to see adam briefly in the flashback, see guys, we didn't forget him!

i feel like we're in heaven again, this tour of sam's memories with an agenda

LUCIFER This is the worst thing you’ve ever done. SAM Really? LUCIFER After the Leviathans, when your brother was trapped in Purgatory, you were here... with a girl and a dog. You didn’t even bother trying to find him. SAM You know what? Not that I have to defend myself to you, but Dean and I promised we wouldn’t look for each other. LUCIFER Right... and if he never came back you’d be fine. But he did. So you’re not.

we're gonna gloss over the logic on that one. i'm still on the fence, i can defend either position (that it was an in-character choice or not) but i was definitely leaning towards defending sam when it happened

LUCIFER And... so why did you let Dean talk you out of closing the gates of Hell? ‘Cos the old Sam never would’ve done that. Not ever. SAM I didn’t... LUCIFER No wait, here’s my personal favorite, is you doing every stupid thing you could to cure the Mark, even after you knew it would go bad. SAM My brother was dying! LUCIFER Yes! And you’d do anything to save him. And he’d do anything to save you. And that is the problem. Because of this [Lucifer points to Past Sam and Amelia]... you’re so overcome by guilt that you can’t stand to lose Dean again and he could never lose you, and so instead of choosing the world you choose each other, no matter how many innocent people die.

didn't know that was a direct quote from the show, definitely heard that line before though. is that the reason though? guilt from what went down with amelia when dean was in purgatory? i know lucifer is gonna be saying whatever will get sam all messed up but. feels like a weird pressure point

SAM You’re going to lecture me about hurting people? You?

tell him, sam

LUCIFER You know I’m right Sam. You know it! And I know if you’re going to beat the Darkness you have to be ready to die. You have to be ready to watch the people you love die. A long time ago you could have fought the good fight kid, but not anymore. You can’t win this one Sam. You’re just not strong enough. SAM And you are? LUCIFER Hey, snappin' necks and cashin' checks is what I do.

LOL okay. lucifer obviously has an agenda, is he really supposed to what. make sam doubt himself enough that he says yes?

AMBRIEL Well, that's why we're here, right? I'm a number cruncher and you… like I said, I've heard the stories. You help. But Sam and Dean Winchester are the real heroes.

wow, sick burn.

DEAN Where’s Sam? CROWLEY Don’t worry about Sam. DEAN I’m sorry. Have you met me?

very cute, thank you

during this last push lucifer is all up close and brought his voice down to almost a whisper, reminds me of this particular bit that really hit me in 7x02 where hallucifer's voice is trying to wake up sam and it's all soft and sweet and quiet and agh. i really do appreciate mark pellegrino in this role very much, he brings a lot to it and it's all the more threatening and awful because of it

SAM Well, let’s say you gank her... then what? LUCIFER I move to LA... solve crimes?

was lucifer the show airing at this point? LOL apparently the first episode aired 5 days after this spn episode (i watched it when it was airing-ish, but that was a 'will they won't they' that pushed so hard i lost interest after it got picked by whoever because i didn't really care about the procedural aspects lol)

SAM Wrong. Then you go about starting the Apocalypse, again, because you're an old dog and that's your old trick. LUCIFER Okay, first off, you don't know that. Second, even if I did that's better than what she has planned. SAM Is it? Really? 'Cause this is what I think, I think that whoever wins, you or the Darkness, everyone else loses. So, no. My answer is no. This isn't because of Dean, or the past, this is about me having faith in my friends, having faith in my family. We will find a way. I'm ready to die and I'm ready to watch people I love die, but I'm not ready to be your bitch.

haha what a line. little over the top but okay i'll take it

well that little cagematch had some good sam and dean moments, and really like the lighting on that top right one of dean half in red and blue. blah blah fun to paint

castiel sure actin shifty, what's up. oh did someone hitch a ride in cas

LUCIFER Last words? CASTIEL Can you really beat her? LUCIFER I can. CASTIEL Then, yes.

oh for FUCK'S SAKE, CASTIEL. why do they do this. misha trying to act like pellegrino!lucifer, hard pass, too. good grief.

surely rowena doesn't stay dead...?

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x10 #spn clip #spn mushy music #andrew dabb

[hells-favorites]

The Red Light (Episode 11)

Nolan wakes up to find his eye has turned neon green, a sign of his emerging magic. He meets Aros, who explains that Nolan is receiving his magic in the House of a God. Aros gives Nolan goggles to help control his new abilities. Excited, Nolan rushes to tell Dante and Floyd, who are surprised by his appearance. They quickly head to a mission assigned by Typhon, where they confront guards and discover a disturbing letter implicating Typhon in dark deeds. Ein appears, warning Dante about Typhon's true nature, leading to a tense confrontation. Ultimately, Dante is left feeling conflicted and uncertain about whom to trust. Later, Typhon visits Dante, leaving a letter and a box for him before disappearing again. Dante is left grappling with his emotions and the uncertainty of his situation.

Each woke up in their respective dorms but Nolan woke up a little different. Things felt dazed and foggy. He felt lopsided and weird. Nolan flicked through his feathers, preening out loose ones and heading to the bathroom. Nolan rubbed his right eye with his fist, when his hand left his eye Nolan stumbled back. His eye had turned green. The whites of his eyes had gone black and what used to be a nice blue turned an unnatural and bright neon green. Nolan rubbed his eye, hoping for it to leave but nothing changed.

Nolan dashed out of the room, looking for someone, maybe a nurse, just maybe someone who'd know what happened. Nolan's running was stopped when he crashed into another man.

The man he bumped into was much taller than him and was much finer dressed, a mix of leathers and browns. He looked down at Nolan, who was still regaining his footing and gasped. The man reached out his hand and grabbed Nolan's face, moving it to the side, pointing his eye toward him.

"Your eye," the man spoke breathily and shocked, like he was looking at a work of art.

"Who are you? Don't touch me!"

"Oh, Aros. My apologies," Aros let go of Nolan's face. "You must be new here. Is there a reason why you're so startled? Is it because of your eye by any chance?"

"It- it just appeared. I woke up with it. I don't know what happened," stuttered Nolan.

"Oh, there is no need to worry. You're in a house of a God. If you are new here, you may just be receiving your magic."

"I- but- What does that even mean?" Nolan rubbed his eye. It felt normal to the touch but it looked different, it felt foreign.

"I'm not here to intrude on your life, but your magic can hide itself if something happened when you were young. Something to scare you out of using it would do the trick. A fear of the unknown."

Nolan didn't respond, only stumbling back a few steps. This was no longer a conversation he wanted to be having. Nolan tried to stutter out a few words but failed.

The man ruffled through his bag and pulled out a pair of goggles for Nolan. "These will negate the bad effects. I believe I know that eye. The eye of Deceit. You'll be able to see a person lie once you adjust, but seeing too many people at once will overwhelm your brain. Wear these as much as you can."

Nolan took the goggles and ran. He was excited. This meant something! Something new! Something different. Dante was the important one to Typhon. Maybe Typhon will do the same thing he does for Typhon, fueling any drugs Dante could want as long as he does his work. By the time he'd made it back to the dorms, Dante and Floyd were ready and standing outside their rooms.

"Woah. Where'd you get those goggles? You look like a dork," Dante laughed and leaned against the wall.

"Get in the door."

Nolan, Dante and Floyd ran into the closest dorm, Floyd's. Nolan ran to the mirror and took off his goggles.

"Wow, you look great," Dante rolled his eyes and Nolan gasped.

"Dante, keep talking. Tell lies."

"I think you're a good person. Oh, and you look nice-" started Dante, but Floyd interrupted him.

"What's a lie?" Floyd looked confused, but Dante and Nolan just kept talking.

"I can see you lying! Dante, you bastard, you're red! I see only a silhouette of your ugly face. I'm a living lie detector!"

Suddenly Dante stopped making Nolan slam into his back. He tried to pull his hand from Dante's, but he didn't let go. Floyd was still catching up in the back. Instead he froze. Dante had run to the office Typhon said he'd wanted them to explore but two security guards were waiting out front.

"Oh, you perfect dumb-fuck!" Dante grabbed Nolan's hand and took off running, dragging him along behind him. It was nice for Nolan. Attention. Dante seemed so excited for something Nolan did. It felt nice to be appreciated. Dante was rushing off for a job, excited for something Nolan did. It would be him who saved the day. He'd feel complete.

Dante nodded at Nolan and let go. He followed suit and nodded at Floyd. They'd done this before and Nolan was ready to impress. Dante stood on one side of a bodyguard, fingers running over knives in his pockets. Floyd stood behind him, ready to blow. Nolan took the otherside, each moving in a second.

Floyd shot his breath, causing Nolan and Dante to slice into the guards. Ice blocked their mouths from screaming, no one would know. Dante kicked open the door, sliding the body underneath a table and covering it with a blanket draped over a couch at the otherside of the room.

Dante stretched after hiding the body under a table, taking a second to breathe in the newly private room after Nolan locked the door.

"Easy," said Floyd.

Nolan cocked his head to the side. In his eyes, Floyd was red. "No, it wasn't. Not to you."

As Nolan and Floyd talked, Dante discovered a letter, marked and ready to be sent, on the table above where they'd hid a body. It made sense. They'd ended up in an office after all. So Dante opened the letter.

"Axom, Aros

I'm writing this letter on behalf of Cadm as he is unable to do it himself. I unfortunately have news, and it is only bad and worse. I found Cadm, he was returned to somewhere he should have never been but I did get him out. As far as his return I have worse news. Apollo's disappearance awhile ago was a tragedy and we assumed him dead, but as of Cadm's word, he was not. He held up a city on his own to try to protect them from Typhon's grasp, but he was taken away from us once again, Cadm was knocked unconscious and Apollo was killed. And I believe this to be my fault. We have talked before, a long time ago, about a child I had saved under Typhon's control of me, and that child found him. I don't know how but Typhon is alive, he's killing your men and he has help. I will try to make it to you as soon as Cadm is healthy enough to travel and when I do, I have something to discuss with you on two topics, one of them being your God. Good luck we may need it.

-Ein on behalf of Cadm."

"No. Please, no. Ein, don't do this," Dante mumbled to himself, slamming the paper onto the table.

"Dante, are you okay?"

Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by another door creaking open. Dante's head shot over and he stumbled back into the table behind him. Standing in the doorway was Ein.

"What are you doing here?" Dante yelled and shoved off the table behind him. Good. A new layer of information Dante had to figure out even with the mountain climb of details to sort out.

"Dante, go home. I don't know why you're here. All I know is that you shouldn't be," warned Ein.

"I'm doing what I should, Ein! I'm making my dad proud-" Ein interrupted Dante.

"Don't call him that. Typhon is not your father. I'm your father. He is a mad man in your bloodline! He's lying to you, Dante. Constantly! I get that you want to make him proud, Dante. But the only things that could make him proud of you, will turn you into a monster. Please, Dante. Just come here," Ein put his hand out, trying to hold Danfe like a child. "I raised you for 18 years and helped you through the last 3. I know you better than Typhon ever could. But Dante, look at yourself. You're turning into him. Is he who you really want to be?"

"I-" Danfe stuttered, trying desperately to form a sentence. "You know it would be easier to just hide in your arms, Ein. But I'm a grown man. I'm running my own life. I'm not letting you cradle me anymore. So please, stop saying Typhon's some monster. He's my father. It's just not the truth."

"I would never lie to you, Dante-" Nolan cut off Ein.

"You're red. He's lying. Dante, he's-"

Dante looked furious. "You're lying? Really? You tell me Typhon is lying to me constantly yet you do it too. How am I supposed to trust either of you if you're both lying!"

"Fine, Dante. I lied. I said I wouldn't let Cadm tell anyone what was going on, but I told them. Typhon needs to be killed. I can't sit here and watch Axom’s family die around us. He is the king and it will stay that way. I won't let you hurt them."

Dante's anger had hit a boiling point. "Then what are you going to do?"

"I'll protect their secrets," Ein flicked a knife from his pocket and poked the tips of his own fingers. Ein closed his eyes and suddenly he was gone. The floor bubbled as blood leaked through the tiles, building up on top of itself. A mountainous creature stood before them, formed of Ein’s blood. But as the creature formed, Ein disappeared. Gone.

Floyd inhaled but Dante stopped him.

"Leave it. Nothing is stopping us from leaving. I'm not doing this today." Dante gripped his sides and left Nolan and Floyd in the room. He took nothing. He'd angered one father and not followed the orders of the other.

Nolan gestured for Floyd to go and followed Dante back to his dorm.

"Dante, are you doing okay?" Nolan was close behind Dante, who was trying to push into his dorm room.

"I'm not fucking okay. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't know who's right and if I hurt Ein then go home to Typhon and you tell me he's lying," Dante paused. "I don't know what I'll do."

Nolan tried to reach out and grab Dante's shoulder but all he did was push inside the dorm room.

The inside of Dante's dorm was as simple as it could get. A bed in the corner and a nightstand beside it. Dante crawled into bed, pulling his knees to his chest. He didn't move for hours. Laying in bed with his eyes closed, still haunted by the sun poking through the window. They were supposed to go to class, to learn a few things about Axom, but Dante couldn't manage.

As the sun started to set, the light blinding his room stopped. Night crept through the room eventually making it pitch black. Dante was relieved to be in the dark. The less he could see, the better. He was overwhelmed.

It had been hours of silence. Surprisingly, the dorms were quite sound proof. Despite the silence being nice, something broke through it. The sound of someone's breathing. Dante rolled over to see Typhon standing beside his bed, not facing him. Instead, Typhon was setting a letter onto Dante's nightstand. Hearing Dante turn over to see him, Typhon looked at him and set the letter down.

"What are you doing here? How are you here?" Dante fixed himself to be laying towards Typhon without having to twist around.

"I can teleport to anyone with the mark I gave you before the fight with Apollo. But I came to check on you and deliver a letter. I wanted to make sure you were both okay and alive."

Dante wanted to tell Typhon about what happened with Ein. He wanted to vent all of his frustration and ask what to do. But he couldn't. He couldn't tell Typhon. Too many things were uncertain. "Dad, can you-" Dante stuttered. "Can you tell me what was happening with Mercury?"

"I can't tell you what was happening, but I can tell you his condition. He's in a lot of pain. I'm caring for him, of course, but he won't be back to normal for days. Even with that said, Mercury shouldn't be your concern. Let me care for him. Take care of yourself. On that topic," Typhon rummaged through a big pinned to his side and pulled out, what looked to be, a shirt box. One you'd get a shirt in when you bought it. "Open this is the morning, when you can see."

Just as suddenly as he had appeared, Typhon was gone. Nothing but the letter and the box were left. Dante slid the box onto his nightstand and left his letter waiting there. Dante turned back over, facing the wall and went back to bed.

#The Red Light #oc #original character #my ocs #oc stuff #writing #ocs #original story #short story #story #writeblr #writing on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writer on tumblr

[beevean]

Let Go

AU where Eggman’s base isn’t falling apart during the Sonic vs. Surge fight, but she is.

(or: Sonic actually being nice to Surge wasn’t included in her programming)

Warnings: sporadic swearing, violent thoughts, self-loathing/borderline suicidial thoughts.

I put all the changes from canon in the notes.

AO3 link: here.

 “You can’t let Sonic the Hedgehog roam free. He is a manipulative gaslighter, who has the whole world wrapped around his little finger. He will look down on you and pretend to feel sorry for you, but don’t be fooled: his only priority is himself and his amusement. He’ll pretend to offer choices to people, but he only wants them to do what he wants. He’s a hypocrite who has no respect for anyone. He’s not worthy to be called a ‘hero’. You have to stop him.”

“Wow, doc, this Sonic sure sounds like a jerk. Guess I have some competition, haha!”

~

“All I have is this! And ‘this’ is nothing! I’m nobody! I-I-I’m just a knockoff! Everything I want – that I think I want – is a lie!”

And yet it was that same lie that kept Surge going, the reason she didn’t jump off the first building she could find after finding out the truth about herself. (that, and she didn’t care to test just how enhanced her healing powers were.)

She had no idea who Sonic was, she could barely tell how he looked like. She only knew that he was a self-righteous bastard pretending to be a hero, and he was free to do as he pleased without a care in the world, and people worshipped him, and she wouldn’t be able to rest until she beat his life out of his stupid face.

Who cared if it was true or not? Did it matter if they were the artificial thoughts of a knockoff?

(The number on the doctor’s tape was burned in her brain: it took 232 sessions with that stupid Hypno Glove until she could say with confidence that she hated Sonic. Maybe she had always been stubborn, even before the platypus played with her braincells.)

Sonic deserved to feel the same pain and despair Surge was drowning in.

What did he do to deserve to be free and loved anyway?

~

SLAM!

The sound of Sonic’s spine hitting the metal fencing was music to her ears.

He groaned and rubbed his side. “Excuse me, and you would be…?”

Finally, she had him in her grasp. The cause of her pain. The idiot she was forced to resemble. Sonic the Hedgehog, looking as dumb as she imagined him.

“I’m Surge the Tenrec. And it’s all your fault I was made!” She pointed an electrified finger at him. “You useless excuse of a ‘hero’! Why didn’t you kill the doctor when you had the chance, huh? Too afraid of sullying your perfect little hands??”

Sonic just smiled, he smiled in her face, that arrogant little bastard. “Heh, that Eggman just refuses to die, no matter what I throw at him!” he quipped.

“Not him, I don’t care about him! The other one! Starlame!”

“Starline? The Eggman fanboy?” Sonic narrowed his eyes, daring to look confused. “I barely even met the guy! I thought he died under an avalanche he caused! How was I supposed to know that he’d come back and play mad scientist?”

“Then you were lazy!” she retorted without missing a beat. She knocked her fists together, making sparks fly in Sonic’s face. “Just roll over and let me replace you! I won’t be weak like you! Your speed of sound can’t compete with my speed of light!”

“Prove it,” he smirked.

A storm descended upon the battlefield.

~

Surge exploded. Every step, every jump, every Spin Dash rumbled like thunder, and was as bright as lightning. She was everywhere at the same time, she was power, she was fury.

Sonic, on the other hand, danced. Silent, effortless, focused, completely in his element, like a gust of wind you couldn’t see but you could feel on your skin. He dodged every attack of hers with such grace that it pissed her off. He wasn’t taking this seriously. He wasn’t taking her seriously. 

Of course. Surge wasted months racing in neatly prepared circuits, controlled environments. Sonic had been a hero in the real world for years. She may have been more powerful… but he had a better idea of what he was doing.

Sonic was the entire reason her life was torn apart. Surge was just yet another nuisance for him.

Oh, but she’ll show him, she will show him alright that she wasn’t to be underestimated! She would take that grin, and crack it, and fry his useless brain into mush

like mine was and what did i do to deserve it and if i can’t have my thoughts back then you shouldn’t be able to think at all

But for every punch Surge would throw at Sonic, he responded with a kick; their Spin forms clashed, sending sparks everywhere; her body would ache in waves, trying to heal as quickly as possible from the hits, while Sonic simply wiped the sweat off his brow.

“It’s been a while since I’ve fought like this! You’re pretty strong, lady!”

Was he having fun? Was he making fun of her??

“You wanna see strong? You ain’t seen nothing yet!” Surge yelled all the rage she had in her lungs, and lunged at him, electricity propelling and enveloping her. But before she could stop in her tracks, Sonic did a breakdancing move that ended with a kick that sent her in the air; before she could reorient himself, a strong blow to her head sent her face to the ground.

As if her head hadn’t been scrambled enough already…

Surge rose to her hands and knees, her vision swimming and pulsating.

“Geez, you can’t even take a compliment? Yeah, I get it, you hate me and want to destroy me.” That odious voice was now coming from above her. Surge lifted her head, and there he was, perched on rubble, arms tightly crossed on his chest and a neutral, almost bored expression. Look at him, looking down on her like she wasn’t even worth his time, just to rub it in her face that he was superior. Oh, how she wanted to climb there, drag him down by his quills and yank them out of his skull…

Sonic cocked his head on the side. “I don’t know what your deal is, but it seems like that Starline guy is the one who hurt you, right? But instead of going after him, you’re focusing on me, and I haven’t even done anything to you. Why? Usually people who have beef with me have been tricked…”

Why.

why why why why why

Surge hated that word, hated that question, she didn’t want to think, thinking led to pain and tears and her brain getting melted and reshaped…

Electricity crackled all over her, raising her fur. She rose to her feet and she cried the one truth she didn’t want to admit:

“I DON’T KNOW!!” 

The weight of her outburst hit her in the gut like one of Sonic’s kicks. She didn’t know what she was doing, she was hitting and punching and kicking and screaming because that was all she was good for, that was what she was designed for, and it wasn’t like she could know who she really was under all the robotics implanted in her and the code shoved in her brain and the trauma she was forced to forget.

“I want to kill you, I need to, it won’t– it won’t leave my head!” she sobbed - no she didn’t, she yelled, she was angry, just angry, that was the only emotion she could feel. “I don’t care about why anymore, I just know that I need to! I won’t be happy until I see you and that quack doctor dead! Then I’ll be free!”

Sonic raised his eyebrows.

“Free from what?”

“From… from… from you! From me! From whoever I am!”

“I don’t think it works like that.”

“Good thing I couldn’t care less about what you think!”

“That’s fair, but I still don’t understand.”

“Doesn’t matter. Shut up.”

“How do you know…” 

“Shut up!”

“... that taking me out would make you happy? I know a guy who had thoughts put into his head – let me guess, Starline did the same to you, right? That's why you’re out for his blood.” He wrinkled his nose. “I don’t blame you: that’s disgusting.” 

Surge stared at him, stunned despite her will. Huh, maybe he wasn’t a complete moron. 

Sonic hopped from the rock, almost… crestfallen? “Listening to those fake thoughts... would only lead to fake happiness and freedom,” he said in a soft tone. “That sounds sadder than whatever you’re feeling right now.”

Those simple words crushed Surge.

Would she never be happy?

Was she destined to stay like that? Broken and useless and angry at everything and nothing? Until she died, assuming that she could?

No don’t listen to him, he just– he just–

He scratched his nose and looked to the side. “I don't have a solution for your problem, but maybe you should try to find yourself again – or reinvent yourself! You know that you don’t really want what you think you want, so—”

“SHUT UP!!!”

Thunder and lightning rained all around her, and squashed her stupid thoughts; no time to mope, she wouldn’t leave that room until Sonic was left rotting in a corner. She jumped and kicked at him; Sonic sighed, took her leg and swung her on the ground.

“Orrrr we could keep this up all day. Your choice.”

Surge rose again, blinded with rage, only Sonic in her sight.

I hate you I hate you I hate you, I will never stop hating you, this is me now

this is all I have left

i won’t let it be taken away from me

~

Good thing the doctor didn’t install vertigo in her brain, because had she been a normal person, the pitch black of the pit she was dangling over would have made her sick.

This couldn’t be it. She couldn’t lose in such a pathetic way before grinding the heads of the idiots who took everything from her! If only she could reach the edge of the pit… but it was too high up, and the metal slid off her fingertips…

“Surge!” 

Oh, fuck no. Not him!

The blue loser appeared in her vision, eyes wide like saucers. He looked ridiculous.

“Take my hand, quick!”

What? “No!” She waved her own electrified hand. “Do you think I’m this dumb?”

“Surge, I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help you!”

“I don’t care! Get it through your thick skull – I don’t want your help!”

“You’re going to die!”

“So what? What, aren’t you going to give me the freedom to die like the good hero you are?” she sneered. Hypocrite.

Something resembling a frown passed onto Sonic’s face, yes go away, give up, give up for once, give up on me like everyone did

But instead he pushed himself further, stretching his arm like he wanted to tear it off his body. What was he doing?

My life isn’t worth this much effort.

She laughed, her voice coming off shriller than she wanted. “If-if you rescue me like I’m some sort of princess, I’ll… I’ll beat you so hard that your little friend won’t be able to recognize you. You can stick your ‘mercy’ up your ass. You hear me?” She made sure to show her fangs for good measure.

Sonic just looked at her, then shrugged. He was even dumber than she thought.

“Almost… there…”

His whole body was almost upside down, and Surge wanted to step back, she couldn’t have him so close to her, but her fingers were already getting sore around the metal girder and she couldn’t move a muscle.

“You dumbass!” she shouted. “You’re about to fall! And for what? Don’t you dare die in this lame way, I have to be the one putting you in your grave!”

He was ignoring her now, how he wasn’t toppling over she had no idea, his fingers were now too close to hers, almost brushing hers, she couldn’t move…

no don’t touch me

get away from me

if you do

if you go all this way for me

i’d rather

Sonic grabbed her hand.

“I gotcha!” he grinned.

ZAP!

A yelp, and Surge was let go.

“Last hit, I win,” she mumbled, before falling down.

Her name almost reached her before the bellowing of the wind drowned everything.

Surge felt numb, only vaguely aware of her clothes and quills fluttering all around her. Heh, guess she’d discover soon the extent of her regenerative powers. Nothing to worry about. If she survived, she’d decide what to do next; if she didn’t, welp, nothing of value would be lost.

Her throat hurt. She comforted herself remembering the horror that she managed to glimpse on the faker boy’s face. Yes! She made him suffer, just a little, like he deserved.

why does he?

It didn’t matter. His pain made her a little happier and that was what counted.

She blinked rapidly. Why was her vision so blurry?

What are you doing? Stop it! Sonic isn’t a crybaby, is he? And I’m better than him!

Her confused thoughts circled back to the only truth in her fake mind: it was all his fault. That good-for-nothing, pathetic, self-absorbed, egomaniac goody-two-shoes. He made her sick to her stomach. 

She was disgusted at the pity on his face, as if she was a poor thing to feel sorry for, he was supposed to be terrified of her, to beg for mercy as she crushed his head under her shoe, not treat her as a charity project.

She was disgusted at the thought of being indebted to him, of him lording his superiority over her, never, she’d never give him the satisfaction, she was better than him.

And most of all, she was disgusted at the idea that he might have actually cared about her.

Yeah, as if. Who would care about a knockoff? Only that Drippy does, and he had to have his personality wiped out. That jerk just wanted to feel good about himself and how much of a selfless noble hero he is. Yuck. And people love the real deal.

But the compassion in Sonic's eyes only left Surge’s mind when her body slammed onto the metal below.

#sonic the hedgehog #surge the tenrec #idw sonic #beev's writing #obligatory 'i'm not a writer' disclaimer #nobody: #surge: !!!!!!!!!!!! #surge is not my fave but her pov is very intriguing #her surface personality is shallow enough that it's hard to write her ooc #but there's more bubbling under it #she's also both self aware and an unreliable narrator #i tried my hand at at least implying some fighting and welp #maybe one day i'll tackle the inherent fuckedupness of kit being programmed to not have his own identity #but it's too creepy even for me

[lua-miyuki]

Neighbors | ZhongChi

Modern AU

Childe threw more than he put down his bag once his front door was slammed. He was exhausted and frustrated. This wasn't his day, and after that disastrous plane, all he could dream of was a nice hot shower before sinking into his sofa in front of a good series.

As the hot water slid over his body, he finally allowed himself to sigh. The pressure was beginning to ease and he kept his eyes closed, the hot water gradually loosening the tension in his muscles.

The shrill ringing of his doorbell made him jump.

He gritted his teeth but decided to ignore it. He wasn't expecting anyone, it was evening, he wasn't expecting a package. To hell with the doorbell!

The bell rang again a minute later as he finally began to relax again. Childe turned off the water and angrily grabbed a towel to put around his waist before abruptly opening his front door when the doorbell sounded for the third time.

"What?!"

The man at his door jerked back, widening his singular golden eyes, a fine orange line enhanced the beauty of their colors.

"Excuse me for disturbing you at such an hour and especially during your shower. I'm your new neighbor, Zhongli."

"Fascinating," Childe quipped sarcastically, before his brain, which had just registered the information - such a hot new neighbor?! Wow- took over. "Er, no. I mean, delighted."

He grimaced and Zhongli smiled charmingly. All his fury had dissipated. The man wasn't handsome, he was gorgeous. And elegant.

"I heard you come in and would have loved to introduce myself on a better occasion, unfortunately I need your help. I inadvertently dropped one of my research notebooks on your balcony."

"Oh, if it's just that, you should have stepped right over it and retrieved it."

The downside of this building was its balconies far too close with a really small gap between them. Zhongli tilted his head curiously to one side.

"Step over it?"

Childe blinked and realized that Zhongli must have taken him for a savage.

Yes, no, indeed, perhaps it wasn't very civilized.

"Hmm, no, it's not safe. Anyway."

Childe rubbed the back of his neck, calling himself an idiot.

"Do you want to come inside while I get it for you?"

"I wouldn't want to disturb you."

"You don't."

He stepped back from the door to let Zhongli into the small entryway, and Childe realized two things. His apartment hadn't been washed for two weeks, having been with his parents during that time, and he had thrown his things and shoes everywhere. And he was standing naked in his driveway, water dripping down his body, forming a small puddle at his feet, with a simple towel around his waist to preserve his new neighbor's eyes. His cheeks and ears suddenly turned red.

"Uh, wait, uh, I'm coming back to put on something... Something."

"Please, it's my fault for bothering you."

Childe dashed off to his room with the sound of Zhongli's low laughter at his heels. As he vigorously dried his body before putting on a pair of tracksuit and a sweatshirt, Childe couldn't help but turn this short interaction over and over in his head. Zhongli was gorgeous. Zhongli was elegantly dressed. Zhongli had a deep, suave voice that sent shivers all over his body. Zhongli was his new next-door neighbor.

He felt like a shy, ashamed teenager in front of his crush.

Not that Zhongli is his crush! He had just met him! Childe was a grown man, he couldn't have a crush on the newcomer!

His hair dripping against his forehead, he retrieved the little brown-covered notebook from his balcony before handing it back to Zhongli, who was politely waiting for him in the entrance hall.

"Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, it's normal after all."

His eyes fell on his bare feet and the... Zhongli was in slippers. Beige slippers, classic, but slippers. With his elegant shirt, elegant jacket and elegant straight pants. Childe forced himself to look up sharply and grin at him.

"Pleased to meet you again. Sorry about the unflattering encounter. Zhongli, right? I'm Ajax, but everyone calls me Childe."

Zhongli had already opened the front door, but turned to shake Childe's outstretched hand. His smile seemed to light up his golden eyes.

"Pleased to meet you, Ajax."

[End]

Written on February 12th, 2024.

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[its-dee-lovely]

hi kricket!

i’m back with another “gentle reminders” ask. it goes in line with one of my personal goals this year of trying to work on my kindness and how i show that kindness to others.

the beginning of a new year is always a bit tough for many people, for many reasons but at the scale of the fandom, i have noticed some negativity starting to spread. maybe it’s bound to happen on any social media but i always considered tumblr to be different, to be over the kind of discourse you could find on other apps. this place has been a true haven for many of us and i would like to keep it that way, so i thought, as a way to counterbalance this negativity, i could compensate with a nice message for one of the driving forces in the fandom: our dear writers.

i would like to begin by saying thank you.  thank you for dedicating your time, your energy, your love and sharing pieces of yourself with us. the fandom wouldn’t be what it is without you: just like a body needs a brain or a heart to function properly, fandoms need writers like they need others contributing. thank you for offering diversity, engaging with different tropes and characters to reach as many readers as possible. i will admit, some things proposed are not my cup of tea but i know they can be enjoyed by others, the same way some of my favorite fics wouldn’t necessarily attract others. so thank you for giving a chance to everyone to find what they enjoy, to discover, to learn, to cry, to laugh, to love and to be able to do so in an open, safe space. thank you for interacting with us as well. thank you for responding to our questions, sharing snippets when we get impatient, teasing us with your new ideas and making life a little more fun and exciting every day. and of course, thank you for doing all of this for free. for expecting so little in return when you give us so much.

now a few things i want you to remember: 

although we’re all thankful for having access to your art, your first fan should be yourself. write what you enjoy, write that self-indulgent fic, write your favorite trope, an improbable duo or crossover because you’ve always wanted to. do it for yourself. in the same way, have fun with it. writing is a hobby, it’s not your job, it’s not supposed to be a chore. so do what makes you happy. don’t worry about updating fics, about being slow, about posting too much or too little. some things might take time, some might need an hour to be posted but in the end, they all matter just the same. they’re worth being read and cherished and we will appreciate them. whether you have thousands of notes or barely a few hundreds, you have your place here. you’re still an amazing writer, you’re still an artist regardless of the stats. 

whether i've had time to binge-read your stories or just discovered you. thank you. i love you. i’m grateful for you. i see and appreciate your work. your efforts. you.  i’m sorry if you’ve ever been received with negativity but i hope this can make up for some of it.  you deserve nothing but kindness and appreciation and i hope you know how much you matter here.

sending you all my love,

anna 💗

Hi Anna! 🥹

Wow.. this was such an unbelievably sweet message to receive, and I honestly really needed it today ❤️ thank you so much for your kind words, this is such a lovely thing to do and a really great way to spread positivity 🥹 I’m so grateful that you’re a part of this fandom and I always love seeing you pop up on my dash!! I appreciate you so much and I hope you know that all the same absolutely goes for you, you matter and deserve the utmost kindness as well!

Thank you again for this 🧡 I’m sending you so much love right back, be kind to yourself and I hope you have a wonderful day!! 🥰🧡❤️🧡

#lovely moots 💕 #did this make me cry… maybe 🥹 #asks <3 #kricket answers

[lisbismuth]

You do not

You simply do not understand the brain rot your Glenn time travel fic has caused me.

Okay so normally I'd save my longass comments for the fic and I'd comment on the fic itself but by Fate you showed up on my dash and I was like !!YOU!! You did this to me!!! (I will be commenting on the fic, but it will be about the actual content in the fic as opposed to whatever this is)

I was casually reading dndads fics, cause I got my sister into it and was watching along with her over discord, and she got to Glenns Arc and asked if I had any fics I could share after cause that's what I do when we share hyper fications because she doesn't like going through them alone (we also read the fics together too, which I will be doing with her with your Glenn fic because it's fantastic)

Anyway I had just read a really fluffy one, when Enter stage left! You.

I binged all you've got, And I was like woah. Woooah. Okay. Ouch. Imma sleep now.

Then I woke up, and had to reread it. Because wow. And as I'm writing this I'm thinking hooo boy imma have to reread it again.

I was doing dishes and thinking about it.

I was on a walk and thinking about it.

I was actively listening to dndads and couldn't Stop thinking about it

It's so freaking good. I'm. I'm finding songs that make me go "ooo this fits that fic!!"

So yeah.

How dare you, you wonderful person, write a fic that haunts me in the best way. I have to go now because it is 3am, but know I will be possiblly.leaving a comment on your fic tomorrow isolating my favorite parts in chapters, and rambling.

I'll probably mention this ask too

Thank you for the amazing fic, I'm obsessed with it. (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

AHDKAJJSK OH MY GOSH- pleasee this is nice, what the hell! :D

Ok, the thing with your sister toallyyy reminds me of my younger sibling and I. I dragged them kicking and screaming into the dndads fandom and I have no regrets LMAO. If your sister does read my fic, I hope she likes it even as a sliver as much as you pfkskdk-

Like?? Rereads and everything?? Fucking insane ahdjk :D I feel like the fact it’s haunting you like this is the HIGHEST compliment ever. And if you ever do want to comment songs that remind you of RGTT, I’d totally give them a listen !!

Seriously tho, thank you so much :D im so so happy you enjoyed it <3

#rgtt #ask #dungeons and daddies #dndads #glenn close #OH MY GOD IM LITERALLY GOING GO CRY /POS #THREE rereads?? #fucking insane dude im smiling so hard