#Pursuit of the Queue

[serickswrites]

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Warnings: pursuit, kidnapping, threat of torture, physical violence

Whumpee ran as fast as they could. They had to get away. If they didn't, Whumper would do terrible things to them. They had to get away from Whumper.

"Whumpee," Whumper's singsong voice came from closer than Whumpee would have liked, "give it up. I'm going to get you."

Whumpee didn't respond. They just ran faster. They had to get away.

"We're going to have so much fun, Whumpee. I'm going to get you." Whumper's voice was even closer. Whumpee couldn't chance to look behind because they would lose what lead they had on Whumper.

But it didn't matter. "Got you!" Whumper's voice sang out as they tackled Whumpee. They rode Whumpee's body to the ground, using their knee to keep Whumpee pinned down.

"PLEASE!" Whumpee shouted as they struggled beneath Whumper. They couldn't get up. They couldn't move.

Whumper smiled down at Whumpee. "We are going to have such fun back at my house, Whumpee. I can't wait to play with you."

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[hipsternumbertwo]

Favorite Angela Moments 34/∞: BooBs?

[thefreelanceangel]

"Most of the warding doesn't work on embodied dead! I never learned much of that!"

"Swords work just fine, little Ima, we're good."

"Swords only work on one at a time!"

"Then cast whatever you know! Otherwise just get further behind me, Ima, there's only three of them."

"Only three?!"

"I've had worse."

"You're bleeding, I can smell it."

"That's because you hit me in the nose with your damn staff, Ima. Watch where you swing that thing."

"Why did we come down here again?"

"They're looking for you, Ima, not a pair of adventurers. And you're looking more hale and hearty by the day. See what a little exercise can do for you?"

"Look out!"

"Think Kokoro's having as much fun as we are?"

[brcidablik]

Headcanon swap: Before moving to Hoenn, Norman was a Normal-type gym leader in Goldenrod

Headcanon swap! Send me an ask with a headcanon about my muse and I will reply with a headcanon about yours | @chaserainbows

I like to headcanon that Norman worked as Physiotherapist, and was actively denied being a Gym Leader... due to his punk reputation and was barred over, and over again from becoming one forcing him to apply outside of Johto thus why they moved to Hoenn.

It is also why whenever Norman returns to Hoenn that he uses a disguise and pseudonym.

When May travels to Johto on her own, learning of her dad's past and his punk looks, she has QUESTIONS... and why everyone's so afraid of her? Not that she minds getting free stuff shoved into her arms, but getting kicked out of stores and people running away from her is super annoying and tiresome.

[spockvarietyhour]

[thechosengryffindor]

@shcrbcrtxlcmon and I plotted somethin

Harry had never given serious thought to Quidditch outside of school where he'd been the seeker for Slytherin house since his first year, rather this September he would be starting his first year as Defense against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts where he had graduated a couple of years ago.

But today? Today he was out at a quidditch match.

The worst part of going to these games was that the entire world was still black and white for him, and he couldn't tell the two teams apart very well. Rumor had it that only his soulmate could actually put color into his vision (literally) but he wasn't holding his breath.

It was after the game that he ran into her. Harry was vaguely aware of Ginny Weasley when he was at Hogwarts but Gryffindors and Slytherins didn't typically hang out, but the moment his shoulder brushed against hers the world seemingly exploded into color and he winced at the overload to his eyes.

"Sorry- bloody hell..." Harry's eyes widened, "You're kidding."

[whitesnakewine]

au where chronical ill! itachi did get caught by oro and he was put under kabuto care

[noseboopsanddandelionwishes]

Hm, thinking about it, I think it may be any word that was introduced to me with the background/history that feels most jarring when I see it used in fantasy. But my experience is not going to be the common knowledge others have, so that probably makes different words jarring for different people.

the thing about writing fantasy stories is that language is so based on history that it can be hard to decide how far suspension of disbelief can carry you word-choice wise - what do you call a french braid in a world with no france? can a queen ann neckline be described if there was no queen ann? where do you draw the line? can you use the word platonic if plato never existed? can you name a character chris in a land without christianity? can you even say ‘bungalow’ in a world where there was no indian language for the word to originate from? is there a single word in any language that doesn’t have a story behind it? to be accurate a fantasy story would be written in a fantasy language but who has the time for that

[mystiika]

viktor tag drop

[serickswrites]

Miss Me? II

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Alternate Ending

Warnings: kidnapping, pursuit, implied future torture, fade to black

Whumpee struggled against the hand around their mouth and the arm that had wrapped around their chest. This wasn't possible. This had to be a dream.

As though they could read Whumpee's mind, Whumper replied, "Oh this is very real, Whumpee."

Whumpee's heart threatened to pound out of their chest. They had to get out of here. Had to get help. Because if Whumper took them back, there would be no escaping until someone found them. They couldn't let that happen.

Whumpee rocketed their head back, ignoring the pain that reverberated through their skull as their head made contact with Whumper's nose. Whumper gave a howl of pain, releasing their death grip on Whumpee.

"I'm going to make you suffer for that!"

But Whumpee didn't stop. They had to get out of there. They rolled out of bed and began to run. It didn't matter if Whumper was yelling at them, making threats, cursing them. They just had to get away.

Whumpee tried to ignore how their head swam, justifying that they weren't feeling their best because they were tired and had headbutted Whumper. But as they stumbled once the front door was in sight, they realized something was truly wrong.

"Did you think that I would risk letting you get away a second time?" Whumper said as they slowly stalked up behind Whumpee. "Did you think you would be so lucky?"

"Wha?" Whumpee's lips wouldn't cooperate to form the whole word. Darkness edged Whumpee's vision as they collapsed to one knee.

"Just a little something to help you sleep. Would hate for you to wake in the middle of our journey." Whumper's smile was wide and sinister.

"NNNN," Whumpee tried to shout as they felt the world tip on its axis.

"Now, now," Whumper said as they scooped Whumpee into their arms. "Take a little nap, Whumpee. We'll be home when you wake. And then the real fun can begin."

And though Whumpee wanted to try and fight, wanted to get away, they couldn't. Whatever Whumper had given them sucked them under. They could only hope that Caretaker would find them before the torture really began.

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[marv3l-drag0ns]

op. op im lookingat you with the biggest saddest eyes. im so sorry it took me so long to reblog this because it is EXCELLENT. a FULL COMIC JUST FOR ME?? WITH SILLY GOOFIES AND ALSO EXCELLENT DESIGNS???. oh oh you treat me well. what a beautiful gift. thank you SO MUCH

Here's my @rivalsduogiftexchange secret santa gift for @marv3l-drag0ns

I hope you enjoy!

[meowthtwo]

I have two separate gay friend groups now thus fulfilling my childhood dreams of community and yet…

[brcidablik]

Lore! + Norman, Volkner, Sidney

Send "Lore!" + a muse for a bit of lore about said muse.

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Johto is where Norman is from originally before becoming a Gym Leader in Hoenn and moving there; he studied kinesiology and worked as a physiotherapist. He also taught yoga on the side as well.

Volkner has really good relationship with his parents; his mom is a doctor at Sunyshore Hospital while his father teaches Business and Law at the University. They usually get together every week or so and have dinner together.

Sidney is the eldest out of 5 children, and unfortunately for his mother, had nearly all boys and 1 girl. He's half Unovian/half-Galarian along with the rest of the family.

His birthday is also Halloween.

[thechosengryffindor]

@knife-like liked for a oneliner in a random verse

"Relax- not every snake is out to get you." Harry mused with an amused smirk, "You okay?"

[brcidablik]

~Not out of laziness, with work and everything, going to festivals provided unable to fit with my free time." Not like Norman had free-time before the divorce. At the slight teasing, an eyebrow raised at him feeling the dust of pink trailing over his cheeks.

Norman bows his head slightly, embarrassed. Almost burying himself in the drink.

"Maybe."

The murmur was quiet, and barely heard.

"No, no. In Hoenn, Petalburg in particular. Depending on what is needed for the festival. You either sign up as a volunteer or you have to get voted in depending on the importance of the position."

There were strict guidelines after all.

Norman casually ignored the comment about the breeziness and his chest being ogled at.

"Mhmmm I'm not fond of sweets to be honest, but I wouldn't mind something meat-y or healthy to eat."

"Really? I'm guessing you haven't worn one out of laziness or not going to the festival often. Maybe if you had someone to bring with you to the festivals you could wear one."

The diety winked at Norman. Still teasing him about the same thing like a broken record. Which, at this point, even Koko was aware that he was being a bit repetative. Well, that means its time to tease him about something else.

"Or maybe you're working at the festivals? You know, I've seen pictures. Those festival worker clothes are pretty breeze to keep you cool. Maybe too brezzy and all the men ogle at your chest, hehe."

One would have to wonder if all of Koko teasing was either helping or hurting Norman's self esteam. Honestly thought, Koko probably wasn't thinking about that. He just wanted to have fun and tease his friend.

"Anything else you want to grab, by the way? Maybe some ice cream or something?"

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Beep Cute | Steve Rogers x Reader | Oneshot - 1.1k words

When some ass on a motorbike splashes you, leaving your sandwich and coffee on the sidewalk, you decide to follow them and give them a piece of your mind.

Warnings: language, angry meet-cute, reader is described as shorter than Steve. Fluffy nonsense 🥰

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For @avengers-assemble-bingo Spring Bingo "floral decorations"

Masterlist | Steve Rogers | Spring Bingo

As if your day couldn’t get any worse, it rained. Not the kind of autumnal drizzle that accompanied most days since you moved to New York, but torrential, fierce, bullets of rain that pounded on your flimsy umbrella and soaked you from your toes up. At least you had a warm sandwich and a huge coffee to console yourself with when you got back to your apartment. It was this thought that had you losing focus as you strayed too close to the road and the growing puddles that lined each street corner, forming ponds on the crossings and reflecting the angry, grey sky back up at itself. 

A horn blared, shocking you from your thoughts half a second before a tidal wave of murky, puddle water soaked you from the neck down. 

“What the fuck!” You shouted, eyeing the motorbike as it sped down the road, dodging between the traffic. Your coffee lay at your feet, mixing with the equally dark water pooling around your shoes. The carefully prepared and wrapped sandwich hadn’t fared any better, the deli paper now soggy and falling apart. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” You fumed, squeezing your eyes tight to stop your tears from falling. You wouldn’t cry, but you would get even. 

The motorbike stopped at the lights, giving you a chance to catch up, before turning a corner and making its way into an underground garage. Whoever was riding was big, a soft looking brown leather jacket stretched across their shoulders, maybe too big to be challenge? But one thought of the delicious sandwich, now a soggy mess on the floor, gave you the courage to continue your pursuit. 

Rounding the side of the building you found the entrance, huge glass and steel walls towered over the grand atrium, probably some bank or something, especially considering the mass of people swarming in at this time. It took a while for you to get in, but as soon as you did you wondered how you were even going to find this person amid the crowds. 

 You contemplated asking at the front desk, it was decorated in a spray of spring flowers, bunnies, eggs, daffodils and tulips that were a contrast to the various groups dressed in odd, all black, military uniforms that milled around the elevators.

You joined the queue of other visitors, watching the animations of bunnies hopping along the crisp white reception desk among blooming flowers and fluttering grass. How ridiculously ostentatious. Who even watered the flowers? How much had all this nonsense cost just for the identikit staff to walk past without evening noticing.

But before you could reach the front of the queue the lift opened revealing a familiar looking leather jacket. Now in dry jeans and trainers, but still with damp hair. 

“Hey!” You shouted again, this time the man looked up, his blonde hair falling in front of his face briefly before he could swipe the wet locks back with his hands. 

“Hi!” He said cheerily, holding his hand out, “always nice to meet fans, I can’t stop though.” He smiled in a strange way, both friendly and cold, as if this wasn’t quite his real smile but something practised and placed. 

“I’m not a fan, quite the fucking opposite.” You brushed his hand back and he bristled briefly, taking on a wider stance and glancing at the small group he had left to speak to you. 

“Can I help you, Ma’am?” 

“Yes, you fucking can. First I want an apology-” 

“An apology?” 

“Yes! For splashing me so rudely and knocking my lunch out of my hands and then, and then -” your anger was catching up with you, winding you as you tried to stare down the man towering above you, but it was difficult given your wet hair and several inches of height he had over you. “— then you owe me for my lunch, by the way, which I was really looking forward to.”

“I’m so sorry, ma’am, I had no idea I’d stopped you from having your food, what if I-” 

“Is that it? What gives you the fucking right to behave like that, what if I didn’t find you? Huh? Would you still say sorry? No, probably not. You city boys, you’re all the same, so rude.” 

The man smiled again, not the calculated toothless grimace he’d attempted early, but a wide smile, then he laughed. 

"City boys?"

"You know what I mean, bankers, hedge funder-ers — whatever you're called."

“Bankers?” He was holding back a laugh very unsuccessfully.

“Yes, bankers, all so rude and, and, and, privileged!” 

“You think this is a bank?” 

“Yes…” Suddenly you weren’t sure, was it a bank? You looked around again, noticing the Stark logo on one of the lifts in the corner, the other lifts had a large 'A' with an a-symetrical tail and…fuck. Oh, fuck, this wasn’t a bank at all. “Oh.” 

“Oh?” 

“This is Avengers tower?” 

“Yes.” The man nodded and, oh shit, now you looked properly, not just any man. Steve fucking Rogers, Captain America. You looked around, the rest of the reception area had already gone quiet to watch your interaction and you’d be damned if you backed down now. America’s golden boy or not, he’d been rude and you wanted your compensation. 

“That’s even worse!” 

He smiled again, pulling you by the elbow, scanning a security pass quickly and closing the door behind you. 

“You can’t kidnap me!” Although you wanted to sound firm and authoritative, it came out as more of a shriek. “Let me go!” 

“Hey, hey.” Steve held his hands up, spreading them wider than his shoulders and stepping back, “I just didn’t want you all over the papers or something.” 

Through your heavy breaths you managed to calm down, looking him over again. He really didn’t seem to want to hurt you and, now the initial shock of the situation had worn off, he also looked very, very sorry. 

“I really didn’t mean to splash you, or make you lose your lunch. Please let me make it up to you?” He offered, lowering his hands slowly. 

“How?” 

“Well…We’ve got spare clothes here, you can have them, whoever your favourite Avenger is, there’s sweatpants and sweaters, whatever you want, you can have it, and then when you’re dry, please let me take you to lunch.” 

“You want to take me to lunch?” You raised an eyebrow, “not just give me some Avengers cheque? Me and you, lunch?” 

“Only if you want to.” Steve let his smile soften, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t want to put any pressure on you, I just thought…well, it could be fun?”

“It could be fun,” You agreed, allowing yourself a small smile too. 

“Great, lets get you some clean clothes.” Steve bounced towards the door again, holding his hand out for you to follow, “who’s your favourite Avenger?” He asked, looking hopefully. 

“Oh, uhm… Thor?” 

“Thor!?” 

Steve’s face dropped and you laughed, taking his hand.