#dr nick juniper

[chloedoesart]

Toonkind sketches!

First, some concepts for my new character, Dr. Nikolas Juniper. I'm still messing with his design (you can see the different styles of hair) but I can't wait to bring him to life he's gonna be so much fun to play.

There's also some Ivy in here! She's my Lili expy from Psychonauts.

And finally some Chloe the Tavernkeeper. Chloe in Psychonauts style and Chloe in the... winebulance. I don't know. @bembwashere took the photo and I just kind of felt compelled.

[astra-galaxie]

CC Characters' Headcanons - Victims

(Characters who did not appear as suspects or quasi-suspects)

Aaliyah Banks

Abigail Price

Abner Milton

Adam Hassan

Admiral Oak

Adolfo Herrera

Afif Wahab

Agwé

Aileen Greene

Alan Cardwell

Albertina Thenard

Alfie McNaulty

Amanda Love

Andrei Beloglazov

Andrew Ashworth

Angus O'Brian

Anjulie Cruz

Anna Jewell

Annette Arbor

Annette Sommeur

Annie Capri

Anton Levin

Argat Noyan

Arnold Nottingham

Aubrey Miller

Barbara Coldwell

Barnabas Dycker

Barnaby Wilson

Béatrice Sanchez

Beckett Blanton

Benjamin Galls

Bernie Silverman

Bigfoot

Billy Snapshot

Blackbeard

Brad Price

Bruce Green

Burt Montana

Cal Stark

Captain Harry Hugo

Carlos Antonio

Casper Rove

Catherine of Aragon

Chad Whickman

Chidi Udoka

Christie Becker

Cindy Hamilton

Cindy McMinn

Claire Godwin

Clarissa Rochester

Clifford Grady

Coleen Truman

Connor Sullivan

Constance Tan

Daisy Thompson

Dan Broke

Dan Kelly

Dan Quang

Daniel Taylor

Danny Dedalus

Danny Kwame

Darya Chernova

David Breitman

Davy Byrne

Debby Gideon

Deepak Kumar

Demetrios Metaxas

Dolores Zamora

Donald Barnes

Donna Sandover

Dr Henry Liu

Dr. Lucrezia Stein

Dylan Mitvok

Ed Dunkin

Edgar Woe

Edna Owens

Edouard Batard

Edward Blake

Elaine Seabrook

Elise Marx

Elmer Buttons

Emma Ternon

Eric Prynce

Ernest Picklebrain

Ernest Turing

Ernesto Cárpena

Evangeline Rousseau

Fabrizio Gallardo

Fang Cheng

Felicia Steppingstone

Flavia Pulchra

Frank Vogel

Fred Drucker

Freddy Stewart

Gail Harding

Georgina Upperton

Gérard Arnault

Gordon Michelli

Guo Han

Gus McGuff

Gwak Sung-ho

Hamza Boussefi

Hank Buxton

Hans Vogel

Hector Fernandez

Henri Pelletier

Henry Crosby

Ilya Tretyakov

Irina Nemovska

Jack Goodwin

Jackson Peters

Jacob Dawks

Jade Carnegie

Jakobo Nkosi

Jane Pembroke

Jason Stone

Jennifer Carter

Jennifer Tanaka

Jenny Galguera

Jeremy Cross

Jerry Bigwall

Jerry McKenzie

Jimmy "Ice P" Lewis

Jin Bingxu

Joe Stanford

Joe Turner

Jonathan Stafford

Jordan Coprolite

Joseph Dante

Joseph Pryor

Joshua Gibson

Juan Rodrigo Vasquez

Jude Connelly

Julia Lloyd

Julius Caesar

Juniper

Justine Collier

Kalua Kaboom

Karen Boulder

Kariuki Maina

Katurix

Kayla Markham

Kayla Pieterse

Kelly Purnell

Khalid Souleyman

Kristopher Bauer

Lady Fiore

Lam Ugyen

Lee Dupree

Li Jun

Lindsay Bannister

Ling Zhang

Lisa Edwards

Lissa Avery

Lorna Westerberg

Lucrezia Capecchi

Lucy Campbell

Lucy Winters

Lynn Hart

Manny Sanchez

Margaret Hatchman

Marguerite d'Anjou

Mario Fortuna

Marta Ulanova

Mary Gray

Mason Bloom

Mateo Arias

Maximillian Poe

Merv Waylon

Mikhail Karamazov

Napoleon Bonaparte

Ned Dillard

Nick Kringle

Noah Lowe

Nomena Leroy

Nora Lewis

Norah Barnlow

Norm White

Odette Kamarov

Olly Oliver

Orville West

Oscar Rojas

Otis Kidd

Paul Etter

Paul Gigs

Paula Mahler

Pelagios

Penny Farrell

Philomena Highmore

Pietro Agnelli

Prince Albert

Priya Joshi

Radovan Radich

Rainee Day

Ramses XLIII

Rani Goshwalla

Reggie Liotta

René Narcisse

Rex Lane

Rex Logan

Riaja Somalinggi

Roland Vane

Ronald Rooney

Rosa Wolf

Rosie Gatewood

Rowdy Rick

Rufus Murlock

Ruth Campbell

Ryan Min

Sabine Diamant

Sam Chey

Sam De Witt

Sammy Duncan

Samuel Rye

Sandy Grimmes

Sandy Turner

Scott Lee Allan

Scott Morris

Seamus Cummings

Sébastien Lefebvre

Sharon Decker

Shogun Yoshinobu Gojo

Simon Armstrong

Stacy Lovely

Stella Ziarati

Stephanie Griff

Steve Wood

Storm Huxley

Stuart Huckabee

Sunil Dhudwar

Susie Pickley

Tabu Kebu

Tangzi Khatun

Thanid Tongproh

Theo Mercier

Theo Vergeer

Thomas Boyd

Thomas Segan

Todd Anderson

Tom Blackwater

Tom Nelson

Tony Webb

Triboulet

Trixie Velvet

Troy Takiguchi

Tsukada Hiroshi

Tyler Wright

Valereea Valz

Valerie Green

Vicky Lopez

Victoria Stanbury

Virginia Watchbird

Vitaly Borodin

Vito Pioni

Vizier Ibrahim

Voodoo Vince

Walter Fairbanks

Wilfred Turnscrew

Wilhelm Moss

Will Wyoming

Yuto Watanabe

Zoila Huanca

[sarilolla]

Masterpost

This is for my own original content of my writing and references :)

Long post so there will be a read more

Character bingos/ask games (I am still up for these unless it is a character I have already done)

Character opinion bingo/ship bingo 

Dreamworks trolls

Experiment au:

Basic story

Variants of pop trolls

Updated variants of pop trolls

Pop tribe reference

Actual fic (1/? chapters, new version, being updated)

Trolls: Different Beat:

Actual fic (4/? chapters, new version, being updated)

Hanahaki Branch:

Actual fic (1/? chapters, being updated)

Drawing of Branch with Hanahaki (plus explanation of each flower and what they mean)

Ficlet: Branch takes the potion and forgets his brothers

Ficlet: Branch dying version 1 (listening to Brozone and looking at family pictures with Poppy)

Ficlet: Branch dying version 2 (brothers arrive, but just too late)

Ficlet: Branch dying version 3 (Floyd arrives on time, the others don’t)

Ficlet: Branch being saved just in time

Other stuff:

Thoughts about Trolls Band Together

Viva has the Pop String au

Drawing/reference of Juniper (my oc)

Hello Puppets

Fanfic stuff:

Link to all my Hello Puppets fanfics/collection 

  Bee au:

Tumblr link to “That time I got fucked over by puppets (and maybe I will fuck up their plan in return)” (this fic is only on ao3 and for registrered users)

Tumblr link to “That time I helped the puppets that got fucked over” (also only on ao3 and for registrered users)

Hello Puppets x The Willoughbys au

One-shots:

Thrift shopping is not as fun if you are the one being thrifted

Riley's fact list (Belongs to my Bee/main au)

Giving a smartphone to puppets from the 1980s is a good idea, right?

Traitor/Apology

Riley's breaking point

The scientist's best friend

Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me (Riley’s astraphobia)

Nick's paint panic

Poems and tea

The little scientist's failures

Mortimer’s new host

Scout’s first Christmas

Pathetic little artist

References:

Bee au:

Basic reference of Bee, Percy, and Jay

World reference

Scout reference - Updated

Bee reference

Daisy reference

10 facts for Mortimer and Bee

10 facts for Nick and Riley

How Nick and Riley are in my Bee au

Is Owen evil?

The (Gold) Gubberson family

Fanart:

Bee

Scout

Scout in fancy clothing

Headcanons:

Various Hello Puppets headcanons #1

Various Hello Puppets headcanons #2

Monopoly

Nick headcanons (mix of game and Bee au)

Puns

Bee puns

Opinions on Halloween

Allergies

Waffles

Memes:

Batch #1

Batch #2

Batch #3

Batch #4

Other stuff:

How I found Hello Puppets (a ramble post)

The “story” of my fanfic and more writing

Riley with cat ears and Mortimer with a bird

Hello Puppets vibes playlist

Riley and Dr Zara (Dreamworks abominable)

The eyes post

Answered ask: Riley leaving first in Bee au

Opinion bingo: Nick and Scout

Rating the hello puppets characters (before midnight show)

Ship bingo: Handeemen x therapy

Opinion bingo: Mortimer and Anthony Pierson

Tiny puppets

[authoressskr]

Tracking Death and Magic, pt 2

Characters: f!Reader [known in this fic as Duchess], Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, mentions of Dr. Strange, OFCs

Warnings: Language, death, angst, and no Beta   ::    Notes: this was written for @captain-kelli’s #ckcomebacktour – WELCOME BACK!!    ::   Word Count: 10,414

Mythological + Fairy Tale Creatures AU feat. Alpha Werewolf/Vampire!Bucky, Alpha Werewolf/Vampire!Steve, Giant!Hulk side Bruce, Born Witch!Wanda, Hellhound mix!Reader

Someone is hunting down those with Fae blood in New York. And no one can figure out why or who is behind the crimes. So higher ups in the city hand the case over to SHIELD, who deals with the more difficult supernatural cases. But even after two weeks, this small elite team can’t seem to figure out where the person or persons responsible will strike or the reasoning behind it. Anyone with a drop of Fae blood is scared…scared of being kidnapped or killed. Time to call in some outside help.

Prompt: [*In Part 1*] “All of those people are alive right now - all because of her.”

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Part One

You could feel it as you walked up to the sidewalk where Cyrus had been killed. The now dried and cleaned sidewalk not hiding it’s dark shadows from you in the waning late afternoon light.

The creeping, underhanded power of the Seelie Court brushing against you.

The poison is a prominent smell to your hound side still since it’s only been a day and a half. Cyrus’s soul hasn’t lingered, so that at least is a blessing, but the conversation with your uncle and this fresh site is putting your nerves on the very edge. You can ‘see’ the faint magic outline where he died, you knew he’d be wearing his homemade medallion to ward off evil. Swallowing, you kneel where his feet would have been, reaching out with your magic.

The flashes that echo painfully through your mind make you gasp.

The cloaked figure is stealing magic. Taking it violently. To him, the more violent and quick, the better. It honestly just makes your stomach roll, the saliva building in your closed and clenched mouth.

But why? You can taste the lighter magic associated with the Seelie Court - the Court of Light - the kind that humans and others often think of when they think of the fair folk. The court thought, it doesn’t deal with humans or others unless absolutely needed…

When you told Hades you suspected a member of the higher courts on your little walk, you hadn’t anticipated to be able to feel it. The boots, the glistening silver swords, the escape when you had moved a forgotten tiny part of the sithen under the alley -- now it all makes a lot more sense now. The shiver that runs down your spine at the implications this creates. May the God and Goddess spare all those innocents involved, you pray quickly.

A henchman for the shining Seelie Court, sweet baby Jesus. What had you gotten yourself into?? What had SHIELD stumbled into??

The residual death is quick, but still it steals into you, taking away what little baited breath you had. Feeling the tears prickle your eyes as you try to figure out these new pieces of the puzzle.

Hades can’t help you - Gods can’t interfere with other pantheons businesses, good or bad.

Hades can’t save you from the other half of yourself.

It was something you had always known in the back of your mind, but the harsh slap of it hurt more than the death and falling pieces of this horrible plot. But...just maybe there could be a light in this cave of fae intrigue and murder. There are others whom you can save.

The three stolen wouldn’t be taken to the sithen, that would be too obvious of their involvement. Plus, they were fae and thus could leave as long as not put into a dungeon there and theoretically had enough power and know-how to do so. But had the cloaked figure been draining them, you weren’t sure if they could get out or away.

So, that would mean they were still somewhere close by.

The last traces of magic from the murder, Cyrus’s own traces, and your hellhound senses in overdrive to track everything - you’re drowning as the sun sinks just a tad lower in the sky, creating the beginnings of the lovely orange autumn color you adore. Fall was closer than you remembered. You can vaguely hear your name being said, like being underwater almost. Then you can smell sage, lemon and juniper - the sweet smells of the entrance to the Underworld.

The way the newcomer says your name grounds you, while Bucky calling your name brings you closer to the surface - your mate...Bucky brings you back to reality. And he’s protective and bristling slightly at the other man who is holding your arm’s firmly.

You’re looking up at the slightly blurry face of a traditionally handsome Greek man, all muscle and blurry smile, with thick black hair and sweet honey brown eyes.

“I hate your human disguise sometimes,” You grunt and turn to plop down on your ass as Bucky watches as the man lean in and proceed to lick from your chin up to your hairline. “Okay, okay...thank you Cerb,” You shove his chest gently to get him to release you, reaching for Bucky’s hand automatically. “This is my mate, Bucky. Don’t snap at him.” Cerberus gives you puppy dog eyes, his nerves calming down slightly to hold his form better. So at least now it was one face instead of the three blurry ones superimposed over each other.

“Did you just say Cerby?!” Wanda sounds astonished.

“As in Cerberus?” Natasha questions calmly. The guardian to the Underworld stands up and he’s visibly excited looking from you to Natasha and Wanda.

“Yes,” You coo. “This is my best friend in the whole world and Underworld, Cerberus. Cerberus, this is Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is his best friend. Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson. Wanda Maximoff and her twin, Pietro.”

“Pleasure,” His deep voice almost has an echo to it. “Lord said you needed looking after, pup. He was right. Too close.”

“I know,” You sigh out as your hand subconsciously clenches Bucky’s a little tighter even after he helps you up.

“No,” Cerberus growls. “Close.”

“Fucking great,” You growl out in reply, anger rising.

“See anything?” Phil asks, forehead furrowed just so. You sigh again, anger dissipating as quickly as it had boiled up.

“We are in a shit ton of trouble.”

“We are aware of that, kid,” Steve states, crossing his arms over his wide chest.

“Nooo. Like real shit ton of trouble. Seelie Court trouble.” Phil lets out a string of curses as Clint’s stance gets more rigid. “The cloaked asshole is working for the Seelie Court. I can taste the residual light magic. And he’s stealing magic. That’s why he’s been killing most of them. Kidnapping the more powerful ones to drain them continuously, I’m guessing.”

“He can’t take them back to the golden sithen,” Phil states, following where you’re leading. “So they’re still in the area.”

“I think he took them where there’s more greenery and nature, it would make it more comfortable for him. Someplace secretive to drain and hide them.”

“Central Park,” Bucky reasons. “It makes the most sense. It would be easy for him to hide them there, especially if he was -” He stops as you start exhibiting nervous energy beside him, enough to upset his wolf and your scent to change. “What is it?”

“Only royalty can move the sithen,” You whisper, eyes focused solely on Phil.

“I have to let Fury know…” Phil looks at you with pity and sadness appearing in his blue eyes. “Everything.”

“I figured as much when I tasted their magic,” face contorting with a pained expression is all Bucky sees on your lovely face as you whisper the words defeatedly. He’s on edge now with your changing emotions and scents, trying to keep his eyes from shifting too much or his fangs popping out to prepare for the impending fight, the need to protect and soothe you almost overwhelming him internally.

“I’m sorry,” He offers, moving forward to squeeze your shoulder sympathetically, withdrawing the phone from his pant pocket as your free hand shoots forward to grip his wrist tightly, a plea written plainly for all to see on your almost panicking face.

“Please Phil...delay it til the morning. I can’t...they’ll -” Bucky and Steve can taste the fear that’s rolling off you now, raising his hackles as Cerberus eyes him with interest before returning his gaze to Duchess.

“I won’t let your other side harm you,” Cerby snarls, his handsome olive face contorted with anger as you wince hard. Bucky tugs you into him as much as he can with your iron grip still on Phil, soothing the pacing and snarling wolf in his head as much as he is soothing you.

That’s why you said you should be better at wording things, Bucky thinks to himself, nuzzling his nose into your hair, fangs no longer a worry as your scent shifts yet again to worry. Only now he realizes you are concerned about how he sees you.

“Do you care I’m a werewolf and vampire crossbreed 100 year old plus former assassin?” Bucky mumbles softly against your head, making you pull away to look up at him, shock and confusion making you wrinkle your forehead at your mate. Your scent shifts to calm Bucky now, eyes tearing up just a tad as his wolf shakes and settles down. Mate needs reassurance.

“No!” You release Phil’s wrist to cup Bucky’s cheek, thumb moving over the course hairs of his beard. “I don’t care what you are. You’re mine, James.” The light in Bucky’s eyes stun you with his smile, his eyes crinkling beautifully. Just radiating his happiness in that simple little motion of his elated smile, your inner hound almost dopey at the tenderness your mate is exuding.

“Then why would I care if you're half fae?” He presses his forehead down against yours, making you squeeze your eyes closed to prevent the tears from falling. “You’re my mate, Duchess. I don’t care what you are, as long as I get to keep you. Understand, doll?”

“I just don’t want to be known as one of them...as one of the Shining Court. That’s not me.” You keep your eyes squeezed close, taking comfort in your mate’s touch and his surrounding scent, blocking out everything but Bucky.

“You moving that fast with that sword was hot though,” Bucky rumbles out, making laughter just peel out of you, opening your eyes to be met with those intensive cerulean orbs.

“You’re too good,” You copy his statement from the closet earlier, smiling up at the most important person in your life.

But that comment does make you think, yanking your forehead away from Bucky to snap back to Coulson.

“Phil! It’s for my father!”

“You sure?”

“It has to be! Only royalty can move the sithen! The High Prince has probably a quarter of the fae power I do and his son probably barely enough to magically open a doorway in the sithen.”

“Wait,” Clint starts, twirling a toothpick between his front teeth before pointing it at you and continuing. “So you’re a fae princess?!”

You wince again, Bucky’s metal fingers slipping under the edge of your shirt bottom to stroke your skin to ease the emotions swirling in and around you - at least they are much more in control and subdued than minutes ago. “Technically, yes.” You admit in a defeated whisper. “My grandmother is the Queen of the Seelie Court.”

“Which is why Peter said you were ordering the cloaked man to answer you,” Steve states, rolling his shoulders to relieve some tension. Too late you realize that since Steve and Bucky are actually pack that he was getting some diluted effects of your emotional rollercoaster just now just by being so close to the two of you. ‘Sorry,’ You mouth to him as he gives you a soft smile in return.

“So that’s why the ground shook?” Bucky asked, forehead slightly furrowed at Phil then down to you. “How can you move the whole sithen?”

“Oh, I can’t. I couldn’t do that unless I was Queen and would need a whole lot of blood magic to back it up to move it. And honestly, the sithen is a living thing, so it would need to be...um...convinced. But moving pieces of it - especially forgotten or ‘dead’ spaces that the court don’t access - is fairly easy if you know what you are doing. Hades is Lord of the Underworld. Is the “Underworld” just under Greece? No. It’s everywhere AND a specific place. The same properties apply to the sithen,” You shrug as if it hasn’t really occurred to you the schematics of it all.

“Ahh, sort of like the Sanctum Sanctorum of Dr. Strange’s,” Pietro supplies, tapping a finger against his chin with a small grin.

“Yes and no.”

“I was thinking more like the jet,” Wanda supplies to her twin who frowns at her.

“So if Dr. Strange had a Sanctum Sanctorum jet?”

“Jesus. Christ.” Coulson and Natasha mutter loudly in sync, sighing and turning away slightly from the twins and Clint who is nodding along with their continued discussion.

“So could you find the piece of the sithen in Central Park?” Steve moves the conversation back to the kidnapped victims, you watching him unclench and clench his right hand slightly. You move a little more into Bucky and reach for Steve’s right hand. His head snaps over to you almost comically fast, while you just try to exude a calming energy. Bucky whispers a soft ‘thank you’ against your temple before gently reaching over to squeeze Steve’s shoulder. You can almost feel Steve’s blood pressure drop once both you and Bucky are calm and now working on calming him.

“Yeah, I could. I’ve scented the magic signature he’s used both attacking me and at the crime scenes, so shouldn’t be too hard to locate it. I mean, I won’t be exactly spot on, but will be close enough to be able to move the sithen bit to me and manipulate it open hopefully.”

“So that’s the play,” Natasha states as Phil whips out his cell, causing another spike in anxiety to roll through you, but Bucky and Steve both quickly whisk it away with their touch.

“Yes, sir,” Phil states evenly. “We may have located the kidnapped parties. I request a team to subtly clear and surround Central Park. Yes, sir.” His right eyelid gives one lone twitch. “Yes, all Avengers to the Park. We are dealing with Seelie Court involved matters. Yes, she is here and will be leading us to the kidnapped hostages. Affirmative. Will do, sir.” He hangs up to find everyone staring at him. “Tony will be bringing everyone’s gear and then we’ll head to Central Park. If you have any requests or needs, please bother Stark. I have a whole ops to coordinate.” A black suv pulls up behind him, which no one even flinches at. “I’ll meet you all in an hour. Stark will know the location.”

“Onward to probable death!” Pietro mutters with fake enthusiasm and you frown at him, Cerberus moving closer to you until his arm is brushing. The scent of sage, juniper and lemon - overlapped with the scent of coffee, cinnamon, cedar and a soft ocean breeze, things distinctly Bucky to you, even the scent of orange faintly coming from Steve - do nothing to help the pit in your belly.

How true, you muse morbidly, glancing up into sad honey brown eyes. You can both catch the faint, trace smell of death.

And you both know it’s from you.

-----*****-----*****-----

Tony had brought you several SHIELD jumpsuits in various colors: gray, blue and black, smirking as you had raised an eyebrow at him. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously, little hellhound. They’ll all form to fit you. Bucky and Peter mentioned swords, so I brought some thigh holsters as well as a back holster, since I didn’t know the length of your swords. Natasha has extra guns aboard the jet if you are into that. Also, we don’t have time for you two to be frisky, so -”

“Shut up, Tony,” Bucky had growled from behind him, just making Tony smile wider. Seeing Bucky in his hero suit was a whole different sexy than last night and this morning. Well, you now understood why Tony was having concerns about you two because - dear gods did you want Bucky to bend you over something and take you with that suit on. You’d be equally happy to just drop to your knees and thank your mate for this look. Bucky obviously can see and sense the changes as you are basically drooling and clenching your thighs, while having an iron grip on the dark blue suit you had been favoring.

“Remember!” Tony says loudly while shaking a finger at you before Steve comes up beside Bucky and herds the grinning man from the room where you’re surrounded by suits and weapons.

“Eyes are glowing again, doll,” Bucky purrs as he comes to a halt before you.

“Can’t help it, it’s an emotional reaction most of the time,” You breath out, a smile playing on the corner of his lips at your answer. “Used to just do it when I was extremely pissed off. Now apparently it decides to pop up whenever I’m -”

“Horny?”

“Focusing. On. My. Mate.” You insist as he rumbles out a laugh, bending forward to kiss your forehead sweetly. You tilt your head up to catch his eye again, giving him a small smile as you reach out to take his flesh hand. “But just FYI, I can smell you’re horny too. And them pants is tiiight.” He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pulling you so tight against his chest that the buckles dig into you a little, just making you all the more riled up.

“Mate,” Bucky’s voice is part plea and warning in it’s roughness after you two pull apart, you nosing along his throat, kissing the skin where your mark should adorn.

“You could leave to let me get dressed…?”

“Where the hell is the fun in that, doll? Huh?” Both of you are chuckling, touching each other as much as possible but struggling to keep it PG.

“Bucky, I know you don’t want to bring this up…”

 “Don’t.” 

“But this could be it, ya know? So I need you to sort of brace yourself if it does.” His back is now ramrod straight and his jaw clenched tight, but holding your gaze.

“I won’t let it happen.” The determination from your first meeting is back, but you can only muster the softest look in reply, letting the suit fall to the ground as you cup his face with both hands.

“Sweetheart,” You coo gently, watching the sadness dance in his eyes that he’s trying hard to hide. “I adore you. I trust you inexplicably. I would happily spend the rest of my life with you. To mate you, to marry you...to have a little baby that looks just like you, that’s all I want. You deserve some peace and so. much. love.” His hands are gripping tight onto your waist, you can feel the fingertips digging in as you continue. “But you know I’m marked for death, Bucky. They’ve tried most of my life to circumvent it, stop it, undo it. But death comes for me regardless. I need you to not pull away from everyone if that happens. You’ll need them. Please.”

“I don’t - I don’t want to deal with that. I can’t. I can’t lose you too. I said I would protect you and keep you safe. I’m no Alpha if I don’t try. I’m no mate if I don’t try.” You’re at a standstill, both now in emotional turmoil over this topic, trying not to let it bleed into the other. He presses his forehead against yours hard, staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” He whispers and it’s all you ever wanted to hear. Right now, you had all wanted right here - a wonderful mate who loved you and would try to move heaven and earth for you, who didn’t care what you were. One of the most beautiful men in the whole world who looked at you like the sun rose and set by your whim. The whole thing was unfathomable.

“I love you, Bucky,” You breathe out in reply, longing for any other outcome but the one you know is coming. “And I will love you as long as you live.” Bucky makes a noise in the back of his throat, a couple tears sliding down his cheeks as yours begin to fall freely, letting him wrap his arms so securely around you as his beautiful blue jacket absorbs your quiet sobs.

-----*****-----*****-----

The sun is nearly set, the sky streaked a hundred hues of dark pink and red as New York slowly descends into darkness.

Bucky is standing right beside you, outfit bringing out his eyes as he surveys the scene stoically. You’d chosen the dark blue jumpsuit to match his, arms brushing subtly as you stand just outside the magic lines - and sight lines from the sithen - of Central Park.

Although you can’t see them, you can vaguely sense the score of SHIELD agents and Avengers scattered on the edges of the treelines. But you can ‘see’ the edge of the piece of sithen just shy of the Azalea Pond at the center of the Ramble. Bucky had been the one with his tablet naming things off to you - you had only moved to New York two years ago after all - trying to help you narrow down areas where it could have been. You wish you had had the time for him to show you around New York, around Brooklyn, and places that still stood from when he was younger.

Cerberus is on the other side of the pond, should the cloaked figure try to escape, swathed in the grip of Underworld magic to keep him invisible and thus much more easy to herd or pounce.

Wanda is piggybacking off your abilities, twined with yours temporarily so she could sense the heartbeats of the victims now that you had a location. Sam is in the trees to the left of the pond with Peter, Steve and Tony on the right while Clint, Natasha and Pietro cut off any other possible exit points. Bruce is staying by the ambulances, ready to Hulk out should the need arise, although you could tell from his face he was radiating the bright hope it absolutely would not.

Any way the cloaked figure ran, he’d be funneled where the Avengers chose. There would be no escape. As a failsafe, Pietro would be the only one to engage with him except you, since he would be the most able to take him on with the fae speed.

You drag yourself back to reality, turning to gaze over at Bucky and steeling yourself with one last deep breath before starting down the short path to the Azalea Pond.

“Be safe for me, doll,” Bucky says softly, almost as soft as the small breeze suddenly around you two. You manage to nod, throat closing up again. The fair folk do not lie. It had been beaten into you, quite literally, when you were little at court. You want nothing more than to lie to Bucky in that moment. To reassure him you will be safe for him. But the fair folk do not lie.

Good thing you are not solely fair folk. You reach for his hand, grasping just his flesh fingertips in your grip and squeezing them hard. It’s a millisecond in time, but it seems like one of those Lord of the Rings moments that are in that slow, dramatic, longing-filled motion. “I’ll do my best, handsome.” Dropping his hand before you lose your resolve, you take the barely visible path towards the pond. Your magic is swirling with Wanda’s, your senses all in overdrive - so much so you can’t even register the smell of the flowers blooming along the landmark.

Pursing your lips, you whistle a simple five note tune that fae had used for time beyond memory.

From behind you comes that deep, craggly voice, “Greetings, highness.”

“Greetings, servant,” He gives a little hiss at the title you bestow. “SHIELD has sent me to inform you that if you cooperate, you will not be sentenced to death.”

“They are mostly human. I do not fear the humans.”

“You are not wise to not fear them,” You give a pregnant pause, making sure you give that haughty look the court loves to disperse. “If you do not accept this offer, I am to inform you that I, Princess Duchess Propolos Hekatos, will be judge, jury and - if need be - executioner.” He pushes back his cloak hood back, allowing you to finally see his scaled face. He was probably one of very few left over of those lizard scaled dwarves who stayed closer to the caverns around lakes and seas when humans first emerged as semi-civilized, with beautiful almost translucent rainbow sheened scales around his eyes and cheeks, his mouth set in a thin line with no lips.

“I was damned from the get go, princess.”

“We are only as we choose to be - it doesn’t have to be that way,” You insist, leaning a little forward, softening your eyes. Even if you disliked court life, the snobs of court who’s magic had begun to dwindle long before you were born, and how you were treated there - he was the same as you; a discarded fae. He doesn’t reply, though there is a flicker of something in his eyes, simply just unsheathes his double swords and gestures to you with his chin.

“Prepare, half breed,” Although his insult has less venom than the alley last night, you huff out a sigh at his tone. Like he’s just going through the motions. Asshat.

You shift your feet just so, straightening your spine as you wait for his move. Physically you are in that moment, but your power shifts the sithen opening to the side where Steve and Tony are waiting, causing the cloaked man to hiss, baring slightly sharpened front teeth at you. “Little bitch!” And his steel meets yours. “We will both die for this!” He snarls as he tries to drive you back towards the trees and brush opposite the pond, you holding the line as you wait for Wanda to signal you that the people had been recovered.

“I’ll deal with them when the time comes,” You growl low, blocking his blades yet again with a heavy clink, shifting just so that you can reach for Bucky’s favorite knife at the small of your back, tinged with the poison that your cloaked friend had been favoring and stabbing it into his side and piercing his lung with a squelch.

“The poison will do nothing to me,” He spits at you as you twirl your wrist to disarm him of one of the swords and slide Bucky’s knife back into its sheath.

“It will now. Dr Banner mixed it with another, a heavy iron involved one - infused with belladonna - to make you human slow,” You lean in as you block another wide swing from him with the one sword left, smiling wide. “And heal human slow.” The whole of Central Park shakes as you show your hand.

“No! NO!” He screams and hisses, attempting to swing his meaty fists at you now that he was without a weapon.

“I am still my grandmother’s first born grandchild. I am still the High Prince’s first born. I am a Princess of the Seelie High Court.” You lean in as your tone becomes more malicious with each word, watching true fear alight in his mossy green eyes. “And with all the inbreeding and decline for the last century,” You straighten up, your blue flames engulfing you as he attempts to scurry away from you, shielding his eyes against the light you emanate as he falls on his ass in the dense brush and dirt. “Let’s face it - I am probably the most powerful fae aside from the Queen of the Seelie and the King of the Unseelie.” Leaning down, fisting your hand in his cloak, you yank him back upright, snarling as your power dances behind your eyes, careful still to at least to not burn him with your flames. But watching him flinch at the heat, the basic fear all animals have towards a large flame, sets you more alight at the taste of that fear. “And absolutely the wrong person to piss off!”

“Spare me! Please!!” He screams, more high pitched than you had imagined, nearly making you wince as you see the red sparks above the tree line and see a blue clad shadow moving along the treeline coming closer to you. Pietro blurs past you, slapping old iron cuffs on the cloaked man, which sends him quite literally howling and screeching from the burn of the metal. 

Your flames give off a few large flickers before they begin to die down when Pietro says that they’ve gotten the kidnapped people to the ambulance they had on stand by, Bucky coming down the path towards you with a small smile on his lips as your eyes meet. Your magic shrinks back towards you, the weight of all the magic and your now overworked abilities settling back into you, your shoulders sagging a little with relief. It wasn’t over, but once your grandmother learned about your father and half-brother then she would be the one to end it.

The look in his cobalt eyes shift quickly, widening and moving to glare directly over your shoulder, his mouth moving in slow motion as he begins to barrel towards you, you begin to turn - only to feel the jerk of your body going forward instead. A glance downward shows a shiny red tip of one of the cloaked man’s swords protruding from just under your breasts, when you hear the mournful howl echo in and around your ears - only to realize it’s three distinct howls. The tang of blood spills into your mouth in a surprised gasp, turning slightly to see who has murdered you.

Your half brother’s hand is shaking slightly as he backs away from you, surprise written on both your faces as the scent of death finally fully fills your nose.

“I never thought -” You wheeze out, taking a few shaky steps towards your half-sibling as Bucky slides to a stop before you, his boots kicking up the fallen green leaves on the grass, both hands grasping your hips firmly as his eyes wander all over your body and face, tears already tracking down his cheeks. “You would have the balls!” You finish with another wheeze, the metallic taste much stronger now.

Bucky turns you to face him as Tony and Peter keep your half-brother from escaping, the darkening greenery of the world around you narrowing down to just Bucky. It’s a beautiful world to be relegated to actually.

“No. NO. Come on, doll. You - you gotta stay with me.” His voice is raw sounding, like he’s trying to not be loud, his metal hand putting pressure on the front wound as if it would help. His forehead is shoved against yours, your entire gaze narrowed to his blue eyes and his damp cheeks as he pulls you into his lap, collapsing the both of you to the ground. It’s funny almost to you in the moment...like you can still hear his loud, pitiful howl like a haunting melody behind everything he’s saying. “Doll, you gotta...come on, gotta fight. I need you to fight. Cerberus, he - he went to get Hades and Hecate. They’ll fix it. Just hold on til they get here, okay?”

“I love you soo much, James Buchanan Barnes,” You’re heartbroken to watch him see your bloody bottom lip tremble, and the color seeping from your face. You can see him weighing all his options through his tears, trying to move your tired hand up to touch him, to comfort him.

“I love you too, babydoll, but please God, please … just stay with me.” The choked up sound of his voice makes you want to cry for causing him this pain. No amount of forewarning could have prepared you for this feeling - the feeling of slowly breaking and killing your mate.

“Mate,” is the last thing you manage to get out before you just go limp in his arms, those jewel eyes he loves so much already just staring up at the first stars twinkling in the sky unseeing. In the back of his mind, his vampire side offers up the idea which he swore to God he would never do. But all too late.

The howl that rips from his throat is pure misery and heartache, his body bowed over his mate’s, his grip still holding her in a vice. The blood cloys her scent, furthering his heartbreak.

He looks up, needing Steve on a near visceral level, only to not see anyone at all. Confusion slightly mars his grief, looking over his shoulder and all around the darkened area, but met with no familiar faces or words in his comms. Confusion gives way to his war training, the alertness on it’s highest notch as he scans around, sniffing delicately at the air as the world seems much darker now than it had just been. When he turns back towards the pond, on edge at the very tampered down scents surrounding him, he spots three almost identical women standing there with those dark pink azaleas framing behind them almost like a fresco - just appearing as if from nowhere like Hades had earlier on the street.

“James Barnes,” The one on the left begins, long dark brown hair falling freely to her waist. “We are sorry for your loss,” the one on the right continues, her hair half up in intricate braids. “But now that we have fulfilled our ill-spoken creed,” the middle speaks, all that dark mahogany hair piled atop her hair like a crown, before they all join hands as the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stand to attention at the sudden surge of power that surrounds him, his arms tensing as a wave of azalea scent blows around the two of them, bringing Duchess as close to him as possible again. “We will return our little cousin back to you.”

His mouth goes dry, forehead wrinkled in not understanding as he looks down at his mate, her eyes still open and her skin still dampened with that death pallor. Bucky gently uses his metal digits to close her eyelids, grief and nausea rolling through him simultaneously while the ground beside Bucky gives a small shake and splits open, Hades climbing so elegantly and easily from the ground below with Cerberus - in three-headed giant black dog form - with a wispy blue thing dangling from the middle head’s mouth. There isn’t even enough room left in him to be shocked, there is just acceptance of whatever this shit show was.

“Turns out, sometimes you just have to accept Fate and go through it in order to stop it,” Hades murmurs in his deep molasses voice, bending down just so, his long fingers gripping the back of Bucky’s neck loosely. “Will you accept your fate now, Bucky?”

“I’ll do anything for her,” Bucky rasps out with conviction shining in his tear-riddled eyes.

“Splendid,” Hades motions with his free hand for Cerberus to come forward. “You must take a mouthful of this first.” He orders sternly as a beautiful blonde woman, shorter than Duchess and with a more heavy hourglass shape, emerges from the crevice to the Underworld with a black and golden chalice. Bucky marvels at the tiny wild roses popping up in her wake as she walks around Cerberus to stand between himself and Hades. She sniffles as she looks at Duchess, one hand leaving the chalice as she frowns over at the Fates before brushing two fingers down his left cheek to his chin, the warmth from just her fingers seeping quickly into his icy feeling skin. He doesn’t even notice the Fates disappearing just after that, he’s so focused on the goddess before him.

“Remove the sword, Hades.” It’s gone with a wave at the woman’s order, Bucky unconsciously tightening his hold once again on his mate. “Now, Bucky, sweet little honeysuckle boy, take a mouthful of this - but don’t swallow.” She brings the cup to his lips and tips it up. “Now, when Cerberus drops her soul back into her body, kiss her and push all the ambrosia into her mouth. It’ll take a few seconds for her soul to readjust and the ambrosia to heal her before she comes back to consciousness, okay honeysuckle?” Bucky manages a jerky nod, rewarded with a pat to his cheek before she backs up towards Hades, Cerberus giving a huff as he leans down towards Duchess’s body.

“Three. Two. One.” Hades counts down, Cerberus’s light brown eyes locked onto Bucky’s before the middle head gently opens it’s very large jaw and the blue wisp floats down to her body. “Now.” Bucky smashes his lips against hers, feeding the liquid into her mouth with an edge of desperation barely restrained within him.

“Now we wa-” A gasp startles you all, her jewel-toned eyes blinking rapidly as her hands claw at Bucky’s waist where they’re trapped between them, until they’re focused on Bucky. Bucky lets loose a sob as she smiles up at him, blood now gone from her face.

“Hi handsome,” A tiny little cough to clear her throat. “Bucky,” Duchess manages to rasp out before she’s crushed to Bucky’s chest.

“I lost you,” Bucky half gasps/half sobs into her hair, the scent of blood seemingly long gone, a terrible dream from which he can now finally awaken...it was just her again. Just his mate.

“But you found me, handsome.”

Bucky manages to get out a soft chuckle as he pulls back to cup her face in his hands. “You do anything like that again, doll, and I swear I’ll -” She cuts him off with a kiss but he doesn’t miss the smile and silent eyeroll. When they break apart, she brings her hand up to cup his cheek, rubbing her thumb over his cheekbone repeatedly as Bucky just reveals in the warmth of her fingers and palms against his skin.

“You are mine,” She whispers so damn gently, like a breath of life gently fanning over his lips as her forehead bumps against his softly. Bucky understood this was her sign that everything was alright, that closeness of foreheads pressed together and reading every emotion in each other's eyes. 

“And you are mine,” Bucky affirms, electricity buzzing down his spine before he smiles wide at his mate, happy to see her own smile widen as he does so. “You’re stuck with me for forever now.” She tries to feign a disappointed look and tone, to school her eyes and keep her lips from twitching up in a grin is poorly executed.

“Oh, no. What a terrible thing, Sarge,” It comes out more as a purr, lighting a warmth and fire from within Bucky, elation now bleeding as a scent out of him at this tiny but monumental moment with his mate. A deep voice clearing his throat behind you brings you both a bit back more to the present, Bucky glancing to the left as your smile stays gracing your gorgeous face.

“Welcome back!” The goddess burst out, tears opening flowing down her lovely and soft olive oval face, falling to her knees behind Duchess and throwing her arms around her shoulders, squeezing her fiercely. She even pulls Bucky closer, smoothing a hand up and down his back as she hugs both of them just this side of painful.

“Thank you, theía.” Duchess grunts out from the tight sandwich she’s in, looking over to her uncle. “Theíos, what happened to that little motherfucker?”

Hades stern looking face breaks out in a tiny smile, looking so kindly down at the scene before him as Cerberus’s three heads lap and nuzzle at the three on ground. “He’s still being held on the other plane. And speaking of which, we should return quickly. Hecate might actually kill him and start a bigger conflict than which we already have on our hands.”

“Well that answers some of my questions,” Bucky mutters just behind her right ear, nipping at the earlobe gently as Persephone releases you all, gently wiping away her tears.

“I’ll fill you in as best I can later. After someone fills me in, that is,” Duchess promises with a quick but warm kiss to his lips. Hades helps his wife up, kissing both of her palms and exchanging a long, loving look before extending his hand for Duchess, Bucky shooting up beside her as they each have a hand hold on her and help to steady her as she sways just a touch.

“Much later,” Bucky agrees with the barest hint of a nod, just needing to soothe his mate still. Frankly, just needing to reconnect and optimally be alone with his mate. Hopefully uninterrupted for at least two weeks, a month - two months would be absolutely dreamy and very, very far fetched with all the shit they’ll have to deal with afterwards regarding this case. But Bucky would move whole cities to make good on what she’d said to him aboard the jet too. Finally get him some of that apple pie life that he, Steve and the Commandos had talked about all those years and years ago.

He watches as you roll your neck, gently pushing away one of Cerby’s heads to shake both your arms out before reaching up to finally scratch at each of Cerberus’s heads one by one, kissing at their muzzles with gusto as the giant hellhound wiggles it’s butt with abandon. “I didn’t get that warm of a welcome,” Bucky remarks with a smirk, his mouth breaking into a wider smile at the look she shoots him.

“Because that is something personal you’ll get later on, Sarge,” 

“Geallaidhean, an dannsair beag agam,” Bucky growls softly, making sure to seal it with a deep, hard kiss. Promises, my little dancer. She looks a little flustered when they break apart, eyes not as focused as before. He knows she can smell the very pleased scent rolling off of him at her reaction.

“Such an Alpha,” She mutters with a teasing eye roll, keeping her hand on his chest. “You wear that jacket and you can have whatever you like,” comes the whisper against his lips, a soft growl punctuating the end before he takes another kiss. “Okay. Okay. Now, let’s go shank the little fairy prince,” Baring your teeth is more cute to Bucky than terrifying initially, but knowing what you’re capable of does make it scarier. And sexier, he wasn’t going to lie to himself. He loves that his mate is that intimidating.

And quite honestly, what will be more scary to the little prince than someone he feared and loathed coming back after watching them die? What's more, coming back for their retribution on him from the other side. Bucky can bet anyone that it’s not a hell of a lot actually.

“Brace yourself for it,” She whispers, hand wrapping tight around his metal one. Bucky feels a tug at his navel as the whole world around him seems to lighten at least ten shades, the overwhelming scent of blood returning, along with the pond waters, and Steve suddenly all fill his nose at once, Steve’s hands suddenly wrapping just this side of painful on his upper arms.

The scent of confusion and awe fill the area around them like a sudden breeze, the fair folk Prince calling for the God and Goddess to protect him in a whisper which might as well be a shout in the eerily quiet park. It seemed like even the regular wildlife noises in the Park had shown restraint, watching the otherworldly conflict in reverence.

“Did you miss me, brother?” No one on the other side of Manhattan could mistake the venom in her voice for anything other than deadly.

“You don’t understand!” The man - if you could call him that, no one in Central Park would though - shouts defiantly with a slice of whining at the end, his pupils blown as his eyes dart around the small clearing with barely restrained panic, nearly everywhere but on Duchess.

“Spare me your bullshit, Bradye,” Duchess growls, the lights beginning to dance behind her eyes as she moves closer to him, leaving her mate behind her. She smiles a bit triumphantly, maliciously. “You have come into this realm and by doing so are now subject to its rules and punishments. That useless title you hold will do you no good.” A few tsks come from her, “For you will face a death punishment either way. Hecate has requested the Queen come here and you and our father will pay for, let’s see, eight deaths and three kidnappings.”

“The fair folk do not lie,” He reminds in a taunt, thinking he’s won something. Her dangerous smile makes his millisecond of gloating worthless.

“Oh, of that I am well aware. I was schooled in that rule with leather. And steel. And sharp blows...and I think it may have slipped your mind, but I DID die. Charon saw me waiting upon the shore of the River Styxx. And he cannot lie about the souls he sees and ferries. Is the shaking of your hand as you drove your servant’s blade into my chest so quickly forgotten? Don’t worry,” Flames begin to gather around her ankles, slowly creeping upward like a nonsensical dance. “I have worked with SHIELD to document all you and our father have done. Did you know that there are some cameras opposite where your servant was seen entering and exiting? And that it has files that date back to before the first murder? Where you can make out two male figures walking into the park and it has a slight shake to it? Almost like an earthquake...or perhaps even a sithen moving…” The color drains from his already pasty face as Duchess strides closer, the blue and white flames now licking up her hips and lower back. There is a slight odor of urine, making Steve and Bucky both wrinkle their noses as Tony takes a small step away from him.

It’s a power move, not just the ever shifting flames but Bucky can clearly spot how sharp her teeth have grown, how her midnight blue fingernails are now black pointed tips. She’s allowing her fae side out as well, those multicolored lights bobbing and dancing behind her irises as each step she takes results in tiny little faerie rings, the tiny flowers blooming in the colors of the pinks, greens, and light blues that dance behind her eyes as small little beings descend from the trees and pixie-looking fae flit from the flowers around the Azalea Pond.

“You have no proof,” The haughtiness returns, looking down at Duchess, and had his voice not shook, might have pulled it off. He also eyes the fae joining the group in the clearing around the pond, his eyes catching sight of the faerie rings behind her and the shock that shows in his eyes is nearly equal to watching her appear back on this plane - alive.

“You hear that, Grandmother? Everything I asked Hecate’s handmaidens to give you is not proof.”

Bucky will remember that look forever. The snapping up of his head so fast it looked like it hurt, the look of complete and utter stunned surprise that seems to echo through and around him and actually make a tremor run through the little slimeball as Fury, Coulson and a lovely looking older woman with hair that went from silver at the top of her head and slowly gained a darker red as it came to rest at her waist came behind him into the clearing.

“I have heard all in this park. I have watched your hand slay your sister.” There is a flash of fury in her eyes, which Bucky notices are mismatched. One green as freshly mowed grass and the other a dark pine bark brown. “And had she not been preoccupied with keeping everyone in this park safe, sealing the sithen closed, and focused on her mate, you wouldn’t have stood a chance, you preposterous, moronic, useless child!” Her voice raises but her face never changes from an indifferent look that Bucky had seen Queen Elizabeth sport more than a few times on tv. “You and your father will be punished to the fullest extent of this plane’s laws. Before that you both will be brought before both courts of Fae and stripped of all your titles, rights, magic -” She looks down her nose at him with a sniff of disdain, “This applies more to your father as he actually has abilities. And you will also be made to pay for restitution to the families of those you had killed and of course those three whom you stole magic from and tortured. By our laws and the old ways, your sister has death rights on all three of you involved. And I must say, if I was her, I would drag your punishments out slowly...meticulously...painfully.”

Duchess strides back over to Bucky, hands already reaching out for him as the fire dies down around her - not as consuming, but still a bright warmth that shadows her entirety. Wrapped safely in his arms, Bucky rests his chin on the top of her head as Steve gently brushes his hand up and down her arm a few times, just reassuring her of their pack bond before taking a small step back to let them bond more. She pulls back a little from the comfort of his arms, tilting her head back to look up at him, Bucky knowing exactly what she wants. This was all very familiar to what happened just before she died...and honestly they all need that reassurance that everything is okay still. And this is the simplest and best way he can do it now; Her lips are soft and easily molded to his own. His sensitive ears can still pick up the little chirps and flitter sounds of small wings of the tiny fae that had climbed into this plane at Duchess’s silent command, gathered closer to her than her Grandmother, waiting for something else it seems.

A sharp featured man dressed in a black suit jacket with heavy, shining gold threaded designs along the wrists, collar, and lapels comes into the clearing with two men trailing behind him dragging a third between them.

The tiny beings begin a high pitched whine as the dragged man is thrown at the Faerie Queen’s feet. The man in black eyeing the tiny creatures with an unreadable something in his eyes.

Bucky is shocked at how much Duchess shares her face shape and nose with her father. Everything else must have come from her mother, making her features softer. Her eye color - she had told him last night - had come from her mother’s father, her mother’s side also responsible for her more soft Greek eye shape and supple body as well. Her father’s face however is harsher, more weathered looking than even his mother’s face. His eyes are a muddy brown and he looks to be maybe an inch or so taller than Duchess herself, unusual for a male - and even most women - of high Fae blood to be that short and not claim Brownie or Goblin blood, both of which a high Fae would absolutely loathe to admit to tainting their line. Him and his son seem to have been the tailings of a long and powerful bloodline, while Duchess was an anomaly of both sides of her family tree which was probably why she was so powerful. She was seemingly that red-headed gene in a sea of black hair which came about once every few generations.

Steve moves closer to the two of them again as the Queen looks down at her son with even more disgust than her grandson, which Bucky would not have thought possible a second ago. The sharp featured man comes to stand before Duchess and gives a deep nod, the two men behind him taking a knee as they come to a stop, the High Prince of the Seelie Court and his son watching from behind the Queen with shock and anger mixed on both their faces.

“Your highness, we at the Unseelie Court are thankful to you as it was a forgotten part of our court that was taken.” His bright green eyes look almost hesitant for his next words. “We are indebted to you for clearing this up. And also for clearing our court of involvement. The Unseelie Court is indebted to you, Princess Duchess Propolos Hekatos.”

Duchess pulls away a little from Bucky and Steve to sink into a deep curtsy, “Thank you, King Odhran. May your debt be cleared swiftly.” The two men behind him rise and they all go over to the Seelie Queen as Duchess’s flames die down further, pulsing softly in time with soft flutters and swayings of the tiny fae that have moved closer still.

“I will be seeing you later for their merited punishments, cousin,” The man says indifferently while also containing a hint of malice.

“Good evening until then, Odhran.” He and his men disappear as the Queen waves her hand to the men and women holding the prisoners formerly known as her family. “Fury. Coulson. We will be off now. They will be put into your custody in a week’s time. My granddaughter will, of course, be there for the handoff as a representative of the good will of my court.” Bucky doesn’t like that she’s ordering Duchess, fighting to suppress a growl. Does she not know he has plans for his mate?? She turns to address said granddaughter. “You will attend this handoff as a Princess of the Seelie Court. Come see me the morning before the handoff, as we have things we need to discuss. Please thank your goddess, Hecate, again for her swift actions and Hades for his too.” Duchess sinks into that deep curtsy once again before nodding at the trees and pond, the tiny creatures melting back into the waters and darkening branches like shadows, her Grandmother watching with something close to fondness on her face as the guards and prisoners disappear first, then her elegant frame takes a few steps and is gone as fast and quietly as the others.

Fury holds his hand straight up in the air after they vanish, no one making a move, just light breathing as everyone glances around the clearing, looking at Duchess and then Coulson who both give a firm nod before he lowers his hand and clears his throat. Fury’s good eye looks tired as fuck to Bucky.

“Alright people, shit shows over. Wanda, please begin magically cleansing this spot with Pietro, I want to be out of here in under an hour. Coulson, get me updates and signed paperwork from the three rescued for prosecution. Tony and Vision, keep the area contained until after the cleansing. SHIELD agents, please collect photos and evidence before the cleansing. Originals we keep, copies to the NYPD. Falcon and Spidey, back on patrols for the next few hours. Barnes and Rogers, take the lady home. I think she’s done and had enough for tonight. Everyone else, find something to do to make this go as fast as goddamn possible.”

“Roger, roger!” Bucky and Steve call out, Bucky tossing his flesh arm over her shoulder, Steve on his left side as they all wave silently to their friends and begin their way out of Central Park.

“This is one of the most terrible evenings of my life,” Steve mutters as Hades, Cerberus - in his human form - and a third figure, who Bucky can scent and see is definitely not the extra curvy Persephone, wave from further up the treeline ahead of them. “And I was just on the edge of the whole thing - witness and secondary pack feelings between you two. I might need a cigarette.” Steve mutters as he runs one hand through his hair and then down his face after taking a deep breath and letting it out.

“You haven’t smoked since 1938,” Bucky remarks with an eyeroll. “And that was before we knew it was bad for you, punk.”

“And this was one of the most terrible evenings of your life so far!” Steve turns his light blue eyes towards her with his Captain America signature disapproving glare at her overly perky tone. “The Seelie Queen says thank you. In that special fair folk way,” Duchess lays on the happy sarcastic tone as they approach the trio.

“As if I give a single fuck,” The woman’s dark voice growls out, her full lips set in a frown at the news. “How do you feel, mikrí mou skoteiní?”

“I told you, your little dark one is fine,” Hades reiterates with an eyeroll.

“I feel wonderful now, eroméni.” Duchess squeezes Bucky’s hand before ducking under his arm and pressing her forehead against Hecate’s as they intertwine both their hands, the power swirling softly around the two of them.

Bucky can feel the comfort in the darkness and mist that surround them temporarily, the two pulling apart and grinning at each other more like sisters or best friends than what they were.

“Mistress, this is my Bucky,” She stretches her hand out to him, Bucky forever heeding her siren call as he slips his hand into hers. “And that is our Steve Rogers.”

“I am honored to be in your company, gentleman. My mikrí mou skoteiní needs more family. I am glad she has found not only her mate, but a pack.” Her face shifts minutely from ecstatic to a little teasing. “One that will surely grow soon?”

“My baby doesn’t need to be having babies just yet!” Cerberus says in his deep honeyed voice, the slight echo noticeable now.

“My ma raised me right, ma’am. I got to mate and marry her before we go that path. My girl hasn’t even been to Coney Island.”

“Psssh. You haven’t been to Disneyland.”

“I was starting with Brookyln and Coney Island, doll.”

“Whatever you say, handsome,” She sighs out with a smile as Hades chuckles.

“And so it begins, Bucky.” Bucky grins down at his mate.

“I can’t wait.”

“Cheeseballs...the both of you,” Steve laughs out as Hades pulls Duchess into a hug, kissing her forehead before pulling away.

“Bring the boy down in a few days for brunch. Persephone will be elated, well more elated, to see you mated and bonded. Steve is welcome as well. You know how we love certain companies in the Underworld.”

“I shall bring the handmaidens as well. Perhaps we can get Mr. Rogers a mate as well,” Hecate teases again as Steve’s ears and neck turn bright red.

“We’ll call to check in tomorrow,” Hades continues, hand stuck out to Bucky who shakes it more firmly than last time which makes the God of the Underworld’s smile widen. “Gentlemen.” He extends his hand to Steve, giving him his own hard handshake before stepping back for Cerberus to enthusiastically hug all three of them.

“I love new pack members!” His echo-y deep timber reveals his obvious happiness, Hecate eye rolling good-naturedly beside him.

“I’ll text you later,” a smirk is painted on her full lips as she stares at Duchess. “But I understand if you are busy.”

“Goodnight Hecate!” comes Duchess’s embarrassed reaction, Bucky wrapping his metal arm around her waist and winking at Hecate. “Stop that!” She swats at Bucky’s chest playfully, just for him to catch it and kiss her fingertips.

“Let’s head home, doll.” Her eyes brighten instantly.

“Ooooh! I’ve never been to Stark Tower!” She states as Steve full belly laughs.

“He meant your bar or our shared apartment in Brooklyn.”

“But I’ll take you to the Tower in a few days,” Bucky promises with a kiss to her open palm as her temporary puppy dog eyes brighten.

“Goodnight all,” Hecate and Hades state simultaneously as Cerberus gives Duchess one last kiss to her cheek before rubbing his own cheek against it.

“Goodnight!” Steve, Bucky and Duchess chime in reply, watching the gods and guardian take a handful of steps before disappearing further up the path to the right, Bucky leading his pack down the left path towards 74th Street. 

“So, whatcha up to later, Sargent?” Duchess begins as they enter the area just before the Boathouse Restaurant, squinting just a bit at the brightness.

“Well, I got this mate who smells like fresh baked bread, lemon squares, cayenne, and a little hint of mint - who is in dire need of a mating mark and bond. And lots of baby making practice. Then I was thinking I take her for lunch at the Tower in a couple days to show her off.”

“Can you schedule an old school tour after the Tower lunch?”

“Of course, doll,” Bucky’s accent thickens a little as her eyes soften as she looks up at him. “I’ll even show you everywhere we got our asses kicked when we were young.”

“And by ‘ours’ he means mine after 1934,” Steve says from Bucky’s other side with a scoff, sending Duchess a wink as they get past the Alice in Wonderland bit and start on the path down towards the Model Boathouse.

“Whatever you guys wanna show me,” Duchess sighs out happily, leaning into Bucky and reaching around his back to take Steve’s hand. Steve squeezes back before kissing the back of her hand and releasing it, happy to have her in the pack.

“I’ll grab some stuff, but I’ll stay near - up in Natasha’s apartment a few floors up. Just let me know when it’s safe,” He chuckles out as a flustered look passes over her face. “Don’t worry, kid, it’s natural. Just lots of good luck to our furniture in the house with this Alpha.”

“Is Natasha’s floor far enough away, punk?”

“Well, I love my pack already,” Duchess murmurs as Bucky and Steve continue ribbing each other, watching the stars compete with the New York City lights as a few leaves rustle in the breeze and fall on the bright path ahead of them.

“Doll, as corny as it sounds, it’s amazing how I could try but I could never explain what I hear when you don't say a thing. Just your scent and hearing your heartbeat is a different kind of magic,” Bucky whispers against her hair before kissing her soft cheek, his metal fingers entwined with hers naturally.

“If every bit of magic was stripped from me tonight, I would be okay with it. Because the best magic I’ve ever received is you.”

Bless ya’ll for making it through my long ass rambling stories <3

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[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Sharing Secrets

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by iamafishstik

Dr. Juniper Forst has responsibilities. Matilda has made promises. Dr. Bruce Banner has morals. They all have secrets.

 (incredibly slow, slow burn. Bruce deserves a girlfriend and a kid and I can't stop thinking about found families... I promise Ghost's story will continue, as will Daisy's! I am just giving my brain a break and getting into Phase 1 again!)

Words: 4082, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Incredible Hulk (2008), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bruce Banner, Juniper Forst, Matilda, Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Avengers Team, Phil Coulson

Relationships: Bruce Banner/Original Female Character(s), Bruce Banner & Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) & Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Original Character(s), OC centric, seriously...bruce needs a girlfriend, but he's getting one the old fashioned way, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, MILFs, (does it count if Juniper adopted Mattie? i say yes), Superpowers, Earth, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Found Family

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[yoursongmaker]

Using Names in Song Lyrics

Using someone’s name in lyrics you write can be powerful. And I probably don’t need to tell you that there approximate 8 million names of females who men have written about. There are female artists who write about names as well, but ironically, they are mostly woman as well. Joline by Dolly Parton, for example is about her begging another romantic rival to leave her relationship alone with her “man”. There are quite a few songs with male names in them, but by far more famous songs with female names.

This can be tricky. Because lyrics with names can get cheesy. The cheese factor is big. It needs to be written correctly and musically composed correctly. Here are some things to think about when writing lyrics with names in them.

When using a name in song lyrics sometimes it takes relatability out of the song for the listener. Except of course whose name is the same name in the lyrics. Think about it, I bet you can think of a song, a famous song, that sings your name. Because you think it could relate to you…even if it doesn’t at all. If it does it makes an even greater impact.

Using name in lyrics can be very loving and romantic. It shows the person you care enough about them and thinking enough about them to put their name in to a piece of artwork. That’s pretty cool.

Names in lyrics are fun and can have a great impact for the person you are writing it for. If the lyrics and song are good enough, they can have a very wide appeal – as you can see from this ridiculously long list of names from the website flashback.com:

1. Eleanor Rigby – The Beatles

2. Cecilia – Simon & Garfunkel

3. Suite Judy Blue Eyes – Crosby, Stills and Nash

4. Martha My Dear – The Beatles

5. Along Comes Mary – The Association

6. Lola – The Kinks

7. Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) – Looking Glass

8. Mandy – Barry Manilow

9. My Sharona – The Knack

10. For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her – Simon & Garfunkel

11. Aimee – Pure Prairie League

12. Michelle – The Beatles

13. Beth – KISS

14. Gloria – Them

15. A Rose for Emily – The Zombies

16. Ruby (Don’t Take Your Love to Town) – Kenny Rogers

17. Billie Jean – Michael Jackson

18. Lovely Rita – The Beatles

19. Layla – Derek and the Dominos

20. Sarah Smile – Hall and Oates

21. Sheena is a Punk Rocker – The Ramones

22. Rhiannon – Fleetwood Mac

23. Josie – Steely Dan

24. Help Me, Rhonda – The Beach Boys

25. Cara-Lin – The Strangeloves

26. Sally G -Paul McCartney

27. Melissa – The Allman Brothers

28. Lucille – Kenny Rogers

29. Peg- Steely Dan

30. Aubrey – Bread

31. Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds – The Beatles

32. Come on Eileen – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

33. The Wind Cries Mary – Jimi Hendrix and the Experience

34. Rosanna – Toto

A tribute to Rosanna Arquette – sadly, she wasn’t impressed.

35. See Emily Play – Pink Floyd

36. Lucille – Little Richard

37. Fanny (Be Tender with My Love) – Bee Gees

38. Roxanne- The Police

39. Matilda Mother – Pink Floyd

40. Sweet Jane – Velvet Underground

41. Victoria – The Kinks

42. Wendy – Beach Boys

43. Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond

44. My Cherie Amour – Stevie Wonder

45. Jennifer Juniper – Donovan

46. (Love Song) For Annie – Kaleidoscope

47. Maggie Mae – Rod Stewart

48. My Maria – BW Stephenson

49. Angie – The Rolling Stones

50. Valerie – The Monkees

51. Angie Baby – Helen Reddy

52. Peggy Sue – Buddy Holly

53. Candida – Tony Orlando and Dawn

54. Bernadette – The Four Tops

55. Annie’s Song – John Denver

56. Charlena – Ruben and the Jets

57. Fannie Mae – Buster Brown

58. Jennie Lee – Shuggie Otis

59. Jessica – Allman Brothers

60. Linda Lu – Ray Sharpe

61. Sheila – Tommy Roe

62. Darling Nikki – Prince and the Revolution

63. Sheila Take a Bow – The Smiths

64. Mary Ann – Link Wray

65. Rosalie – The Searchers

66. Barbara Ann – The Beach Boys

67. Sylvia’s Mother – Dr. Hook

68. Ophelia – The Band

69. Mary Lou – Buddy Knox

70. Suzie Q – Dale Hawkins

71. She Sheila – The Producers

72. Rio – Duran Duran

73. Candy-O – The Cars

74. Emily – Frank Sinatra

75. Jolene – Dolly Parton

76. Sara – Fleetwood Mac

77. Windy – The Association

78. Wake Up Little Susie – The Everly Brothers

79. Barbara Ann – The Beach Boys

80. Elvira – The Oak Ridge Boys

81. Amanda – Waylon Jennings

82. Carrie Ann – The Hollies

83. Think of Laura – Christopher Cross

84. Christine 16- KISS

85. Delilah – Tom Jones

86. Sherry – Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons

87. Eleanor – The Turtles

88. Nadine – Chuck Berry.

89. Sad Lisa – Cat Stevens

90. Mustang Sally – Wilson Pickett

91. Jamie’s Cryin’ – Van Halen

92. Caroline – Status Quo

93. Oh! Ma Jolie Sarah – Johnny Halliday

94. Denise – Randy & The Rainbows

95. Rosie – Joan Armatrading

96. Alice Long – Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart

97. Pamela – Toto

98. Sorry Suzanne – The Hollies

99. Jeanette – The English Beat (UK The Beat)

100. Eloise – Barry Ryan

101. Runaround Sue – Dion & The Belmonts

102. Alice’s Restaurant – Arlo Guthrie

103. Lady Samantha – Orange Bicycle

104. Sweet Lorraine – Uriah Heep

105. Charlotte the Harlot – Iron Maiden

106. Jenny Artichoke – Kaleidoscope

107. Suzy Creamcheese – Frank Zappa

108. Izabella – Jimi Hendrix

109. Oh, Candy – Cheap Trick

110. Anna (El Negro Zumbon) – Esquivel

111. Ballade de Melody Nelson – Serge Gainsbourg

112. Roberta – Billy Joel

113. Cinderella – Sonics

114. Tracy- Cuff Links

115. Hello Mabel – The Bonzo Dog Band

116. Sweet Rosie Jones – Buck Owens

117. 867-5309/Jenny – Tommy Tutone

118. Daisy Mae – The Seeds

119. Jennifer Tomkins – Street People

120. Jennifer Eccles – The Hollies

121. Margorine – Tinkerbells Fairydust

122. Hallo Susie – Amen Corner

123. Fade Away Maureen – Cherry Smash

124. Sara Wells – Stone Circus

125. Caroline Goodbye – Colin Blunstone

This is the list, from the website and here are some others in the comments section… it’s literally almost never ending!

Walk Away Renee - The Left Banke

Carmelita - Warren Zevon

Marie - Randy Newman

Polk Salad Annie - Tony Joe White

Middle to lower:

Thoughts of Mary Jane - Nick Drake

Alison - Elvis Costello

Corinna - Taj Majal

Visions of Johanna - Bob Dylan

Maggie's Farm - Bob Dylan

Queen Jane Approximately - Bob Dylan

Angelina/Zooma Zooma - Louis Prima

Mona Lisa - Nat King Cole

Hadie Brown (My Little Lady) - Roy Rogers & the Sons of the Pioneers

Angie - Rolling Stones

Blue Jean - David Bowie

Venus - Shocking Blue

Molina - CCR

Sandy - Bruce Springsteen

Candy-O - The Cars

Candy's Room - Bruce Springsteen

Are you ready to write your lyrics with someone’s name in them?

[stonyiscanon]

A list of Stan Lee’s creations

Taken from Wikipedia

Abomination (comics) Absorbing Man Acrobat (comics) Actor (comics) Adria (comics) Aged Genghis Agent X (Jim Burley) Agon (comics) Air-Walker Liz Allan Amphibion Ancient One Annihilus Ant-Man Ape-Man Ares (Marvel Comics) Asbestos Man Athena (Marvel Comics) Attuma Avengers (comics) Awesome Android

Balder (comics) Batroc the Leaper Beast (comics) Beetle (comics) Billy Connors (comics) Black Bolt Black Knight (comics) Black Knight (Nathan Garrett) Black Knight (Sir Percy) Black Panther (comics) Black Widow (Marvel Comics) Black Widow (Natasha Romanova) Blastaar Blizzard (comics) Blob (comics) Bluebird (Marvel Comics) Boomerang (comics) Bor (Marvel Comics) Betty Brant Brother Voodoo Brotherhood of Mutants Burglar (comics)

Captain Marvel (Marvel Comics) Peggy Carter Sharon Carter Cat-Man (Marvel Comics) Chameleon (comics) Circus of Crime Clea Clown (comics) Cobra (Marvel Comics) Izzy Cohen Collector (comics) Crime Master Crimson Dynamo Crystal (comics) Cyclops (Marvel Comics) Cyttorak

Daily Bugle Daredevil (Marvel Comics character) Death-Stalker Destroyer (Marvel Comics) Diablo (Marvel Comics) Doctor Strange Doctor Doom Doomsday Man Dormammu Dorrek VII Dragon Man Dredmund the Druid Doctor Druid Dum Dum Dugan

Eel (comics) Egghead (Marvel Comics) Ego the Living Planet Electro (Marvel Comics) Elektro (comics) Enchantress (Marvel Comics) Enclave (comics) Enforcers (comics) Eternity (comics) Executioner (comics)

Fafnir (Marvel Comics) Falcon (comics) Fancy Dan Fandral Fantastic Four Farley Stillwell Doctor Faustus (comics) Femizons Fenris Wolf (Marvel Comics) Fin Fang Foom Richard Fisk Vanessa Fisk Fixer (comics) Funky Flashman Forbush Man Bill Foster (comics) Jane Foster (comics) Frederick Foswell

Frankenstein's Monster (Marvel Comics) Freak (Marvel Comics) Frigga (comics) Frightful Four Nick Fury

Galactus Galaxy Master Mac Gargan Gargoyle (comics) Giant-Man Gibbon (comics) Gladiator (Melvin Potter) Goliath (Marvel Comics) Googam Goom Gorgilla Gorgon (Inhuman) The Governator Gregory Gideon Grey Gargoyle Jean Grey Dr. John Grey (comics) Grizzly (comics) Groot Growing Man The Guardian Project (comics)

H.E.R.B.I.E. Agatha Harkness Hate-Monger Hawkeye (comics) Heimdall (comics) Hela (comics) Hera (Marvel Comics) Hercules (Marvel Comics) Hermes (Marvel Comics) High Evolutionary Hippolyta (Marvel Comics) Happy Hogan (comics) Hogun Hulk (comics) Human Cannonball (Marvel Comics) Human Torch

Iceman (Marvel Comics) Idunn (comics) Immortus Impossible Man Inhumans Invisible Woman Iron Man

Jack Frost (Marvel Comics) Jack Murdock (comics) Jackal (Marvel Comics) J. Jonah Jameson John Jameson (comics) Edwin Jarvis Abner Jenkins Jester (Marvel Comics) Gabe Jones Rick Jones (comics) Erik Josten Juggernaut (comics) Junior Juniper

Ka-Zar (comics) Kaecilius Kala (comics) Kaluu Kang the Conqueror Kangaroo (comics) Karnak (comics) Karnilla Master Khan Kid Colt Kingpin (character) Klaw (Marvel Comics) Eric Koenig Krang (Marvel Comics) Kraven the Hunter Kree Laufey (comics) Leader (comics) Leap-Frog (comics) Ned Leeds Living Brain Living Laser Living Tribunal Lizard (comics) Lockjaw (comics) Loki (comics) Looter (comics) Lucifer (Marvel Comics) Willie Lumpkin

Machinesmith Mad Thinker Madame Masque Magneto (comics) Man Mountain Marko Man-Beast Man-Thing Mandarin (comics)

Stan has created so many heroes and idols, and he will now live through them. RIP

[tabloidtoc]

Life & Style, March 25

Cover: Mila Kunis’ divorce ultimatum to Ashton Kutcher 

Page 1: Photo Flash -- Julianne Hough and Gabrielle Union and Terry Crews and Simon Cowell and Howie Mandel for America’s Got Talent 

Page 2: Contents

Page 4: Top 10 Louis Vuitton Looks -- Sienna Miller, Alicia Vikander, Nina Dobrev, Thandie Newton, Emma Stone 

Page 5: Chloe Grace Moretz, Laura Harrier, Emma Roberts, Karlie Kloss, Jennifer Connelly 

Page 6: Twinning -- Margot Robbie vs. Teresa Palmer, Naomi Campbell vs. Regina King, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley vs. Laura Carmichael 

Page 8: Ben Affleck asks Lindsay Shookus to move in 

Page 9: Chris Pratt and Katherine Schwarzenegger to wed toward the end of the year, Throwback -- Katie Couric, Biggest Spenders of the Week -- Bruce Willis, Margot Robbie, Drake, Hailey Baldwin, Gigi Hadid 

Page 10: Carrie Underwood’s pregnancy weight panic, Jennifer Lopez’s new BFF is Joanna Gaines, Whose Brother Is It? Jessica Alba, Zac Efron, Taylor Swift, Rami Malek, Miley Cyrus, Chris Evans 

Page 12: Bethenny Frankel’s custody battle breakdown 

Page 13: Sonja Morgan’s boozy night out, Kate Beckinsale’s ex Michael Sheen peeved over Pete Davidson, VIP Style -- Heidi Klum and Sham Ibrahim, Kristen Bell, Kheng Hua Tan, Kyle Cooke and Lindsay Hubbard and Carl Radke, Brie Larson, Ne-Yo, Jaime King, Vanessa Hudgens 

Page 14: The Week in Photos -- Ryan Gosling and Eva Mendes and daughters Esmeralda and Amada 

Page 15: Ben Affleck and Charlie Hunnam 

Page 16: Stars meet Andy Cohen’s newborn son Ben -- Anderson Cooper, Kelly Ripa, Padma Lakshmi, Jimmy Fallon 

Page 18: Orlando Bloom, Nina Dobrev, James Corden and Nick Jonas and Kevin Jonas and Joe Jonas and Dr. Phil

Page 19: Amber Heard and Janelle Monae 

Page 20: Allison Janney, Dwayne Johnson, Jennifer Garner 

Page 22: Brie Larson, Sandra Bullock and boyfriend Bryan Randall and her kids, Brooklyn Beckham 

Page 24: Dave Franco and Alison Brie, Nusret Gokce, Lorde 

Page 25: Hugh Jackman 

Page 26: Stars Behaving Badly -- Madalina Ghenea and Melissa McCarthy and Ben Falcone, Billie Lourd, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian 

Page 28: Say What?! Reese Witherspoon on self-care, Bebe Rexha on Katy Perry’s boobs, Isla Fisher on Matthew McConaughey, Sophie Turner on her close friendship with Maisie Williams, Chris Evans wants to be a dog in his next life 

Page 30: Kylie Jenner and Travis Scott on the rocks 

Page 31: Khloe Kardashian is hurt that Tristan Thompson is already seeing someone else, Demi Lovato breaks up with Henri Levy to focus on staying clean, Romance Report Card -- Sammi “Sweetheart” Giancola, Jason Aldean, Dylan McDermott 

Page 32: Zac Efron dating Olympic swimmer Sarah Bro, date nights are nonexistent for new parents Ali Fedotowsky and Kevin Manno 

Page 33: Teresa Giudice won’t be joining husband Joe if he’s deported to Italy 

Page 34: Cover Story -- Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis fight to save their marriage 

Page 38: Colton Underwood and Cassie Randolph faking it for fame 

Page 40: The Queen plays peacemaker for Kate Middleton and Meghan Markle 

Page 42: Luke Perry gone but not forgotten 

Page 44: Celeb Classmates -- Nicole Kidman and Naomi Watts

Page 45: Cameron Diaz and Snoop Dogg, Adam Levine and Jonah Hill 

Page 46: Prince William and Eddie Redmayne, Jennifer Aniston and Chaz Bono, Jay-Z and Busta Rhymes 

Page 47: Lady Gaga and Nicky Hilton, Kirsten Dunst and Rami Malek and Rachel Bilson 

Page 48: Who Lives Here? Carrie Underwood 

Page 50: Entertainment 

Page 51: Star Review -- Daren Kagasoff of The Village, As Seen On-Screen -- Busy Philipps rainbow polka-dot dress is the Juniper Dress by Novis 

Page 52: Style -- pastels -- Olivia Palermo 

Page 53: Lana Condor 

Page 54: Fashion’s Newest Design Darling -- Zendaya 

Page 56: Beauty -- glitter -- Kristen Stewart 

Page 57: Selena Gomez, Naomi Campbell 

Page 58: Steal Her Style -- Alessandra Ambrosio 

Page 60: How She Got That Body -- Julianne Hough 

Page 62: The Fabulous Life of Serena Williams 

Page 64: Diva or Down-to-Earth? Miley Cyrus, Zendaya, Ireland Baldwin and her dog 

Page 66: Social Stars Posts of the Week -- Will Smith, Miley Cyrus, Queer Eye’s Fab Five Karamo Brown and Bobby Berk and Tan France and Antoni Porowski and Jonathan Van Ness, Jennifer Garner 

Page 67: Hilary Duff and co-stars Molly Bernard and Sutton Foster, Sofia Vergara, Jessie James Decker and Eric Decker, Khloe Kardashian and niece Dream 

Page 68: Horoscope -- Aries Reese Witherspoon, They’re Not Together But They Should Be -- Capricorn Ryan Seacrest and Leo Charlize Theron 

Page 70: Made Ya Look -- Norman Reedus and Tim Kash 

Page 72: What I’m Into -- Melissa Gorga

[ultraviolet-ink]

Salty Ask List 1, 2, 4, 11, 17, 19 Ace Attorney

I have different numbers for DGS :D

Oh boy, I'll definitely try to remember to keep this one mainline focused! o7 1.What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? I already answered Gum///byrde in my last ask, TL;DR, it just didn't appeal to me, mostly because of how Maggey was written I honestly can't really think of many OTPs in AA that I don't get because I can definitely SEE the appeal lol 2.Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP? Probably Juni////thena, I did use to ship it, but I kinda got bored with it because Juniper is such a blank slate at points. I do enjoy their friendship, and I find that adorable! 4.Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP? I guess if I had to think of a mainline NoTP I guess it would be Naru////mayo. It didn't really appeal to me and it didn't help that I joked around with my sister that I'm the Maya to her Nick because I somehow rope her into buying me food lol! I think they're a reasonably popular OTP, and I am happy that the shippers are having fun because they tend to overlap with one of my favorite DGS pairings! 11.Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Larry, I really do love him! He wasn't bad in AA1, and I guess TakuShu really didn't like him after that, but I think he's an integral part of the Signal Trio! I think he's also a super talented artist, especially in the investigations games, and I think that art was always his way to channel his emotions, even all the way back to day one! He's a multi-talented multi-medium artist, and I don't care what SOJ says, he is NOT a one hit wonder XD 17.Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen... Instead of The Phantom pulling off the masks and showing characters from DD, I would have made him pull off masks of Mia, Kristoph, Manfred von Karma, Metis, and Clay! I think it would pack a bigger punch, especially knowing with how these characters are interconnected! Imagine if we see MIA "alive" again telling Nick to keep smiling, or KRISTOPH admonishing Apollo for getting sloppy, and CLAY getting a moment to speak and hammer in that Apollo lost his good friend, or MVK chastising Miles once again, and METIS really hammering in Athena's mommy issues and Simon's terror! That would have been AMAZING!! Hire me CAPCOM! 19.What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? I guess I would say that I'm not a big fan of the insistence on the sameness. There are a lot of fanon based headcanons that make me stop and think "did we play the same game?" and make me pull up the transcripts of the case because I want to make sure I didn't misinterpret something. I wouldn't mind this as much if people didn't insist that it WAS canon and that if you didn't share the headcanon, you were WRONG. I guess in other words, it's the animosity to others who interpret the story differently.

Prompts here!

[chloedoesart]

Sketch dump! Mostly Toonkind stuff. There are some characters I never quite finished, Raz from an expression challenge, and a random Anna because I was working at Disney that day and felt inspired (her Frozen 2 outfit is actually really nice???)

[raywriteshere]

Sapphic September Day 8

It's late! But it's also longer than usual!

The word prompt for this Music.

-.-.-

The phone rang on his desk just as Emmett was about to lock up the sheriff's office. He looked at it with a sigh before answering, "Sheriff Jones."

"Hey, Sheriff," Patrick's thick drawl was half chuckle, "Gotta couple of drunks I think you should come pick up."

"It isn't Georgie again is it?" Emmett groaned as he sat back in his chair. He slumped over his desk as Patrick snorted.

"Dr. Davies and her P.I. actually."

Emmett closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. "I'll be right there." He set the phone back in its receiver. Emmett pressed the meat of his palms into his eyes. When he pulled his hands away he stood up.

Patrick's pub wasn't far, just one street over actually, but Emmett took his car just the same. They were either going back to the station to sober up or being dropped off at the Davies house. Either way, the car was necessary.

Dominique was leaning on Eleanora when Emmett pulled up. Patrick stood with them just outside the door. The graying man waved with his right hand, the one with just three fingers, while the left held tight to Eleanora's shoulder.

"Ms. Bond," Emmett greeted her with a tight smile as he watched her sway on the sidewalk. Her lips pulled back to smile, revealing far too many teeth to look anything but manic.

"Sheriff!" Eleanora did a poor imitation of a salute. The movement nearly dumped Dominique on the sidewalk.

Given that Dominique curled up in the backseat when Emmett and Patrick managed to get her in there, it was obvious the drunk tank would not be necessary. Emmett tried to ignore her drunken ramblings.

"The service tomorrow," Patrick sighed, nodding towards the nearly sobbing Dominique, "I think it's got to her." He side-eyed Eleanora as she tumbled her way into the passenger seat. "She's a very happy drunk. Georgie talked her into reading people's palms."

Emmett raised a brow, "What?" Patrick nodded, lips pursed. "I don't imagine she'll be glad to know that come morning, with what Dominique's told me."

"Fairly positive it was a load of horseshit anyway," Patrick scrunched up his nose. He held up his right hand, "Apparently, I'm going to take up wood working."

Emmett flinched, "Sorry, Pat." He shrugged and patted the sheriff's arm before ducking back into his bar.

"Lost his fingers in a wood chipper, right?"

The sheriff jumped nearly a foot in the air at Eleanora's voice. When he turned around to see her leaning against the side of his car, she had clear eyes and straight posture.

Eleanora's lips quirked up as the sheriff's jaw dropped open. He looked back at the bar and then to her. Then he sighed, heavily.

"Yeah," Emmett rubbed his hand over his forehead, "He put his hand in going after a thrown teddy bear when he was six." He narrowed his eyes on Eleanora as he rounded the car, "Why would you-"

"Because if the bartender thinks you're drunk, then the drunks will definitely buy it." Eleanora shrugged as she ducked back into the passenger seat.

Emmett started the car, "Why did the drunks need to buy it then?" Eleanora was digging through Dominque's purse now, which Emmett was pointedly not watching her do.

"Aha!" Eleanora produced wet-wipes from the depths of the bag and chucked the thing onto the floorboard. She started wiping off her neck and wrists with care.

The smell of alchohol that had been wafting from her dissipated as she did so, "You poured alcohol on yourself?"

"Better than perfume," Eleanora said with smirk. "Cheaper too actually." She leaned back into her seat now and focused her attention on him, "I need to talk to your son after we drop Domi off."

"That's a hard no," Emmett snorted as he put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.

Eleanora rolled her eyes, "But he's probably got the best handle on Amity Lawn's schedule." Emmett's eyes snapped to Domi as his foot hit the brake.

"Excuse me?"

She was grinning again. Teeth barred like the shark she was, "According to the Saturday regulars, Zora and Beau have been staking out his house before and after school."

"My wife is going to kill me," Emmett leaned his head back. The roof of his car was the same beige as the rest of the interior. He blinked at it a few times before looking back at the road.

Emmett drove to the Davies house, where Nick Davies carried his daughter inside without a single question. He aimed an appreciative smile at Emmett and nodded to Eleanora before disappearing inside.

"If you didn't drink, why did Dominique?" Emmett asked as he drove back down the dirt drive towards the county road and then hung a left to drive even further from town.

"She drank two scotches before I could even get some fries down her," Eleanora glared at him. "Domi does what Domi wants, she's a big girl."

Thumbs still on the wheel, Emmett raised his hands in surrender, "I wasn't accusing you of anything." Eleanora breathed out. The glare dropped. "Except maybe of hustling drunks with fake palm readings."

Eleanora laughed, throwing her head back, "Those were 100% free!" Emmett raised a brow. He turned, driving beneath a wrought iron sigh that read Juniper Ranch.

There was nothing but empty fields and metal fences on either side of the road. The sun was setting behind them now and the stables were hidden behind the two story house just off the road on the left.

"Why would you even give palm readings?" Emmett asked as he parked his car beside two pickups and a Harley motorcycle.

"Because," Eleanora pinned him with her gaze, "People like to correct each other." She pushed her door open and took a big gulp of the night air. "And you can tell a lot from how people react to things they want to hear."

Eleanora followed him up the stairs and greeted Alexa Jones with the friendliest smile Emmett had ever seen on her face.

"Where's Beau?" Emmett asked her. Alexa's hands snapped to her waist. "He's been up to a little bit a trouble." The hands rose to cross over her chest.

Alexa Jones had red hair that she paid Stella to keep up every month. She kept that that hair for one reason and one reason alone.

"Beauregard Quincy Jones!"

As a warning to not piss her off.

Three sets of footsteps reacted to Alexa's voice. Two of them moved away, in very quick fashion. Eleanora would guess they fled via a backdoor in the kitchen. The third set shuffled down the stairs at an inching pace.

Emmett's eyes began to shimmer as Alexa yelled. He watched his wife without shame, lips quirked up and a blush rising on his neck.

"You know, you have the most cliche taste in women," Eleanora shook her head. She gave Alexa a once over - earning an elbow from the sheriff - and appreciated the plumpness of her figure, and the firmness.

There was a flinty look to Alexa as she turned to face Eleanora, "What's that suppose to mean?"

Eleanora looked at the sheriff, smirked, and then back at Alexa, "That he likes women that can kick his ass."

Alexa tilted her head, "That's accurate." She straightened up as Beau finally slunk down the stairs, "What sort of trouble have you been getting into young man?"

Beau's eyes landed immediately on Eleanora and narrowed, "You ratted me out?!" Emmett snorted.

"I thought you said you just Happened upon Ms. Bond?"

"We did!" Beau's eyes flickered to his father. Eleanora watched his hand tighten on the bannister. "But I mean…"

"My presence is suspicious?" Eleanora asked him. She dropped a voice low as she faked a whisper, "Even though you were totally following me earlier."

Alexa tutted at Beau, "Tell the truth, Beauregard." She gestured towards the couch, "The less time it takes to get the truth, the shorter your grounding will be."

Beau huffed, "Fine." He plopped onto the couch as the adults surrounded him, standing. "Is this about calling you a psychic, cause I still think that's pretty accurate?"

"No." Eleanora's voice was tight, "But if you call me that again, it will be." Beau sunk further into the couch. "I want you to tell me Amity Lawn's schedule. His movements over the last few days."

"Amity Lawn?!" Alexa's voice pitched high as her eyes widened. She looked first to Emmett, who shrugged, then Beau, who shrunk in on himself.

"He and Zora have been staking out his place," Eleanora supplied. She took a seat on the coffee table opposite Beau and forced eye contact, "Guess you two heard about him somewhere? Got curious?"

Beau shuffled his feet and crossed his arms. Alexa tapped her foot. Beau sighed and looked at his dad, "I heard you talking about him to Miss Tarisa so I told Zora and we googled him."

"Found the original assault case?" Eleanora leaned back on her hands. Beau nodded.

"It was real basic though. We figured paying for the court records was a gip and it would be easier just to watch him to see what he was like."

Emmett pressed his fingers over his eyes, "So you and Zora stalked a known violent offender?" Beau fidgeted and looked at his shoes.

"Those are your genes," Alexa gritted her teeth.

"So what's ya learn?" Eleanora knocked Beau's knee with her own. His eyes rose up to hers. "I wasn't kidding about the schedule, kid."

Beau's chin jut out, "What'd'ya want it for?" Eleanora quirked an eyebrow and stared at him. Beau leaned forward, "If I tell you, will you tell me what you are?"

"Beau!" Alexa's voice was shrill, but Eleanora waved her off.

"How 'bout I show you a magic trick instead?" Eleanora leaned forward and narrowed her eyes on Beau's. They stared at each other for a moment, until Beau blinked.

He pulled out his phone, "Deal!" Eleanora's cell buzzed in her back pocket. She pressed her thumb to the sensor and watched an email pop up on her screen.

The teens had written everything down on a google doc - times, activities, theories. Eleanora didn't ask how he got her email.

"So?!" Beau scooted forward on the couch, eyes wide. "What's the trick?"

Eleanora sighed, long and deep, before looking up at Emmett, "What's your favorite song?" His eyes scrunched together. "Humor me, sheriff."

"It's Walking in Memphis, by Lonestar," Alexa said. Her eyes weren't as wide as Beau's, but she was watching Eleanora with the same laser focus.

Scretching, Eleanora stood. She took one step back, onto the coffee table and then clapped her hands. The radio buzzed to life. She snapped her fingers. Walking in Memphis picked up, mid-song.

"That was so cool!" Beau jumped to his feet as Eleanora took one more step back, off the coffee table. Alexa's mouth was hanging up.

"Mind giving me a ride back, sheriff?" Eleanora looked to Emmett, who was once more rubbing his head. "I left my car in town." He nodded.

They were halfway to the town limits when he finally cracked, "So how'd you do it?" Eleanora held up her phone, Spotify was open. "Yeah. That's what I figured."

"Tomorrow is the service for Oriana right?" Eleanora asked as she shoved her phone back in her pocket. "After church, I think Domi said."

"Yeah," Emmett nodded. He spared a glance at his passenger. Eleanora was staring at him, head tilted to the side. "What?"

"You a punctual man?" Eleanora kept staring. Emmett felt his skin begin to bristle under her gaze. "What time will the service be over?"

"Probably about 2, maybe earlier." Goose bumps had developed on his arms, all the way up to his neck.

Eleanora turned her head as they stopped on the street beside the car Eleanora was borrowing. "Swing by the Davies house after, okay? I'll have something to tell you."

"You have…something to tell me?" Emmett spoke slowly, eyes narrowed as Eleanora got out of his car.

"Not yet." She leaned over as she spoke to him, one arm draped over his car door. "Will you come?"

Emmett nodded, "Sure." Eleanora closed the door. He was just changing gears when it opened again. Eleanora leaned down again, fingers tight on his door.

"You should really see a doctor about those headaches." She was frowning at him and he didn't get a chance to respond before the door slammed shut again.

The volume on his radio spiked as he drove away. Emmett looked in his rearview when Walking in Memphis started to play out of his speakers. Eleanora was staring up at the sky, keys in her hand.

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Visual Guide to cartoon character mash ups of Infinitoon War design now available at @riptapparel : 1. Dexter (Dexter's Laboratory) as Iron Man 2. Samurai Jack as Captain America 3. Johnny Bravo as Thor 4. Four Arms (Ben 10) as Hulk 5. Mandy (Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy) as Black Widow 6. Sheep (Sheep in the Big City) as Hawkeye 7. Numbuh 1 (Kids Next Door) as Nick Fury 8. Weasel (I am Weasel) as War Machine 9. Chicken (Cow and Chicken) as Falcon 10. Wilt (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends) as Winter Soldier 11. Juniper Lee as Scarlet Witch 12. Larry 3000 (Time Squad) as Vision 13. Eddy (Ed, Edd n Eddy) as Ant-Man 14. Dr. Ghastly (Evil Con Carne) as Wasp 15. Courage the Cowardly Dog as Dr. Strange 16. Slinkman (Camp Lazlo) as Wong 17. Og (Mike, Lu and Og) as Black Panther 18. Numbuh 5 (Kids Next Door) as Shuri 19. Garnet (Steven Universe) as Okoye 20. Gumball (Amazing World..) as Spider-Man 21. Steven Universe as Star-Lord 22. Fionna (Adventure Time) as Gamora 23. Grizz (We Bare Bears) as Drax 24. Rigby (Regular Show) as Rocket Racoon 25. Schnitzel (Chowder) as Groot 26. Ami Onuki (Hi Hi Puffy Amiyumi) as Mantis 27. Ice Queen (Adventuer Time) as Nebula 28. Crystal Gems (Steven Universe) as Infinity Stones 29. Bubbles (The Powerpuff Girls) as Cap. Marvel 30. Sedusa (PpG) as Proxima Midnight 31. Ace (PpG) as Corvus Glaive 32. Fuzzy Lumpkins (PpG) as Cull Obsidian 33. Him (PpG) as Ebony Maw 34. Mojo Jojo (PpG) as Thanos #avengers #infinitywar #superhero #comicbook #movie #thanos #ironman #captainamerica #hulk #thor #gotg #cartoon #nineties #childhood #dexterslaboratory #powerpuffgirls #samuraijack #johnnybravo #ben10 #adventuretime #regularshow #stevenuniverse #mashup #parody #design

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Best Seafood Restaurants Near Beach Club Hallandale

Fortunately for Beach Club Hallandale residents Hallandale and the surrounding areas have some pretty amazing seafood restaurants.  There are all sorts of seafood restaurants to choose from, such as those serving Peruvian ceviche, stone crabs, or classic American seafood fare.  Take a look and get ready to enjoy the bounty of South Florida’s sea!

Ceviche Street : 101 NE 3rd, Hallandale Beach, FL 33009

GG’s Waterfront Bar & Grill : 606 N Ocean Dr., Hollywood, FL 33019

Billy’s Stone Crab : 400 N Ocean Dr., Hollywood, FL 33019

JWB Prime Steak & Seafood: 1111 N Ocean Dr., Hollywood, FL 33019

Flannigan’s Seafood Bar & Grill : 4 N Federal Hwy, Hallandale Beach, FL 33009

El Tayta Peruvian Restaurant : 1721 E Hallandale Beach Blvd Hallandale, FL 33009

Juniper on the Water: 1975 S Ocean Dr., Hallandale Beach, FL 33009

Dal Maestro: 800 E Hallandale Beach Blvd #21, Hallandale Beach, FL 33009

Tarks of Dania Beach: 1317 S Federal Hwy, Dania Beach, FL 33004Bonefish Grill

Ocean Alley: 900 N Boardwalk, Hollywood, FL 33019

Nick’s Bar & Grill: 1214 N Boardwalk, Hollywood, FL 33019

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"Dr. Nickolas Juniper, but please, call me Nick."

With all of the Gravity Falls hype, I figured there would be no better time then the present to introduce my Ford Pines expy that I play in Toonkind D&D!

He is an Order of the Awakened Monk with strange hands (that have 5 fingers so that it's not a direct rip-off, I know I know, tragic) that seem to be made of toon ink, despite the rest of him being genetically Reelkind. He has claws can use to defend himself, as well as to write in his journal, since they're made of ink!

His journal often gives him hints about his current situation and seems to almost predict the future, although he isn't quite sure how. His life goal is to investigate the Toonkind race and the unique abilities they possess that make them unlike any other race in the world. Along the way, he finds himself drawn to odd creatures and anomalies at every turn. He has too many PhDs to count and I love him with my whole heart.