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Birds of Thargelion

After this I just have Maglor’s Gap and that will complete my series on birds in the Fëanorian realms pre Amon Ereb!

Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda Masterlist

Thargelion was the realm of Caranthir, located in the north east of Beleriand just north of Ossiriand and bordered by the Ered Luin, the eastern stretch of mountains that divided Beleriand from the rest of Middle Earth

As always this is not a definitive list! Please feel free to ask more or give me a more specific category!

Around Lake Helevorn and the rivers: Red-breasted merganser, mute swan, white tailed dipper, whooper swan, smew, little grebe, red throated loon, common crane, mallard, common white eye, northern shovler, green winged teal, corn crake, spotted crake, black winged stilt

Mountains: bearded vulture, water pipit, golden eagle, kestrel, peregrine falcon, Rock ptarmigan, common siskin, alpine accentor, northern wheatear, ring ouzel, white tailed eagle, chough, spotted nutcracker, Citril finch, griffon vulture, common redstart, common raven, wallcreeper, common jay, boreal owl, white winged snowfinch, crag martin, common redstart, black redstart

Foothills and forests: black grouse, wood grouse, goshawk, grey white fronted goose, hazel grouse, little bunting, meadow pipit, tree sparrow, hedge warbler, Bohemian waxwing, common kestrel, long eared owl, little owl, marsh tit, coal tit, mourning dove, rock pigeon, woodchat strike

World building notes

-Like most of the Noldor in Eastern Beleriand, many of Caranthir’s scouts keep birds of prey. In Thargelion these are primarily peregrine falcons and kestrels. Hunting with birds was less common however.

--There are populations of Green Elves who live in Thargelion, primarily in the mountains and near the border of Ossiriand. Though they also do not use birds for hunting, certain species are kept as companions or messengers.

-Chicken breeding as an art and science developed during the Watchful Peace. Chickens in Thargelion are appraised for long plumage and colorful feathers. Their eggs are eaten but they are not often used for meat.

-Chickens, peacocks and quails were kept by the Noldor of Thargelion, techniques of raising and breeding them were learned from Sindar and Silvan cultures of Eastern Beleriand. Indeed the Noldor of Thargelion were one of the only Noldor populations to keep quails.

-Bearded vultures appear on the crests of some of Caranthir’s lords and were even kept by a few of them

-Feathers of various mountain birds especially eagles and ouzel appear in wood carvings as an architectural motif during the Watchful Peace in Thargelion

-Out of all the Fëanorian realms, water birds appear most often in art and other cultural references in Thargelion as Lake Helevorn and its wildlife are a central facet of life there especially in times of peace. Wading birds like crakes, cranes and stilts are especially Valued.

[doberbutts]

not the prev anon but re: "Israel has a right to exist" not being a Zionist statement and saying otherwise us antisemitic. - that's a bad faith reading because we're not talking about Israelis, we're talking about the state of Israel. The settler colonial state Israel doesn't have a right to exist. That doesn't mean that people have to leave, it just means that Palestinians need to have a say in how to use their land again and expelled families need to be able to return to where their homes once were. That in itself is not an antisemitic point of view unless you conflate the state of Israel with Jewish people, against the wishes of antizionist Jews everywhere.

I wish I could say it was a bad faith reading but I have unfortunately literally seen people uncritically posting that Israel as a state should be dissolved and as part of it all Israelis should be sent back where they came from because they're all settlers and not a single one of them can consider themselves indigenous to the land. I'm not making that up. I'm not reading ill intent into anything. It's not a strawman. I've genuinely seen people saying this.

That's ethnic cleansing too. And anyone protesting this gets called a Zionist and a colonizer and a settler- often by Americans who are not indigenous and are living stolen land themselves. Though, recently, I even saw an indigenous person saying exactly this, and like... did you see the asks I was sent immediately after saying "I don't like that people are saying go back where you came from" because that anon absolutely did directly state that they are of the opinion that as part of the dissolution of the Israeli state and land back, Israelis should be expelled from the area en mass whether they want to leave or not.

So there are, absolutely, people conflating the two. And people are calling for genocide to answer for genocide.

Also, as said before, it becomes very difficult to say who the land "belongs to" (idk this might be the Native in me but land does not belong to anyone, how self-centered to think that the Earth can be divided into pieces by humans who have been here only a short time compared to its whole lifespan, but w/e that's a point for a different day) when both Arabic Israelis and Arabic Palestinians are indigenous to the land. Do they not get a say? They also trace their roots to that area. They are indigenous too- so how can giving "their land" to the other indigenous group be considered "land back"?

It's not like in the US, where most of the colonial efforts are being driven by people who never originated here in the first place. It's way more complicated than that.

Do I think "the state of Israel" has the right to exist? Personally I think that the entire area needs a serious policy re-write and constitution put in place to equalize rights between Israelis and Palestinians and ensure that it stays equal, a ceasefire needs to happen, the genocide of the Palestinians needs to stop, and a peaceful solution with both Israelis and Palestinians living together in harmony needs to be reached. People need to be able to move back into their homes, people need to be able to be free of displacement and constant fear, and without relying on segregation because we all know how "separate but equal" turns out. Would that dissolve the state of Israel? I mean, as it currently stands, probably by definition yes.

Do I think "Israel" itself has the right to exist? The word "Israel" has existed since about 13th century BC. The word "Palestine" has existed since about 5th century BC. Those are the earliest known mentions of these names and not even within those borders (Israel's document was found in Egypt, Palestine's in Greece) so who knows how long the area itself was calling itself one thing or the other or who the scholars of the time talked to to get that name in the first place. The exact borders of these have shifted since then and exactly who controls those borders have largely traded hands back and forth for literal millennia, which is why I'm saying it's way more complicated than that and that both of these people have a claim to the land that stretches back thousands of years. I think it's a little haughty of me to say that something that's existed for the past roughly 3000 years doesn't have the right to exist.

[chanelslibrary]

Perceiving You-Chapter 1

Pairing: Chris Evans/Reader

Word Count: 2,866

Warning: None

Summary: In high school you had always been overlooked and labeled an Outcast. That didn't stop you from being hyperaware of the Popular Jock Chris Evans and secretly harboring a crush on him, while you navigated high school with your best friends Crystal and Pete. Seventeen years later, you have to wonder is it a coincidence that Pete, Crystal, and Chris all show up in your life again around the exact same time? You're older, wiser, and definitely more stubborn nowadays, so is it just another twist of fate when you suddenly start getting mysterious and threatening letters in the mail, or will your headstrong nature push away the Hollywood heartthrob that is back in your life and finally noticing you.

Author’s Note: I just wanted to point out there will be no use of y/n in this fic, but the reader's last name is Smith. Also this hasn't been edited by a beta, so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes! Reblog/like if you enjoyed. Thanks! AO3  Prologue

Credits: divider @firefly-graphics

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July 2018

Present Day

It was a testament to how much you still loved your job that you went in a couple weeks early to get your office and lesson plans ready for the start of the semester. Most professors tried to squeeze every last ounce out of their summer break, but the nerdy little girl inside of you still got excited for the first day of school, even now that you were teaching. You were done printing out the syllabi for your British Literature class, so you decided to call it a day and started packing up. Once you finished tidying your cozy, corner office in the English department at Boston University, you locked your door and headed toward the main atrium. The hallways were mostly empty, but every now and again you would see a faculty member walking by, and you would nod or say hello as they passed. As you turned the final corner leading to the main atrium, you almost slammed into a tall, burly man, but caught yourself before you made impact.

“Excuse me!”

“Sorry!”

You both spoke at the same time. It was then you got a look at the man and his companion.

“Professor Smith! How good to see you!” You looked at the short, elderly man who had spoken to your left with recognition and smiled. Roger Adelson was the faculty on-border, who dealt with new hires. It seemed like yesterday he was showing you to the office you had just left, and where the restrooms were, when in actuality it was seven years ago you had started at Boston U. You’re snapped out of your recollection by your first name being called by the burly man you almost ran over. Your eyes slide from Roger to Pete. Peter Schlozinger! Your high school best friend, who you hadn’t seen in years. Your mouth drops. Pete is giving you a blinding smile, and the only thing you can do is reach out for a hug he returns. As you pull away you fully take him in. Pete has changed A LOT since high school. The once plump, nerdy boy you knew had grown into himself, still keeping his tall, bulky frame, but losing some of his baby fat. The patchy facial hair he tried to grow is now a full, dark, ducktail beard. His brown hair that he never knew how to style in high school, is closely cropped on the sides and back, longer on top, neatly parted on one side and swooped to the other, and the circular glasses he always sported are gone, freeing up his brown eyes. He was wearing a long sleeve, button down shirt with fitted dark blue dress pants, and brown dress shoes that matched his belt, and you noted that his style of frumpy t-shirts and ill-fitting jeans had changed as well.

“Pete, what are you doing here? Do you work here?” You ask, astonished you were speaking with your best friend from so many years ago.

“Yeah! I was hired about a week ago, and Roger, here, was showing me around,” He answers, nodding, before he looks over at Roger.

“You two know each other?” Roger asks, looking between Pete and you.

“Yeah, we were best friends in high school,” You supply, wondering where the time has gone. Roger smiles.

“Well, we were on the last leg of the tour, just showing Peter some of the other departments. But I’m sure you guys would like a chance to catch up! Peter, if you have any questions, you know how to get a hold of me. Professor Smith, lovely seeing you dear! Have a great time catching up!” Rogers states to you both before he’s shaking first Pete’s hand, then yours, and he’s off down the atrium stairs leaving you and Pete alone for the first time in seventeen years.

17 years?! No wonder Pete’s look has changed! At least he looked better since high school, you felt so self-conscious wearing your favorite boyfriend jeans, a faded RHCP t-shirt, and worn brown Birkenstocks, thrown together last minute before you left your condo.

You and Pete turn to each other in silence and smile. “Do you want to go to my office to chat?” You offer while pointing over your shoulder. Pete bobs his head in agreement, and waits for you to lead him.

“So, how are you? You’re a professor here, obviously!” He pointed out as the two of you walked towards your office. You chuckle and nod.

“Yes, I teach English and British Lit.”

“Wow! Very classy, and totally you!” He remarks with a smile.

“What does that mean!? Does that mean I’m predictable? Or just boring?” You ask, pretending to be offended as you lightly shove him in the arm. He chortles as he takes the hit. It feels nice to be able to joke around with each other again, as if you picked up your friendship where you left off years ago.

“It means ‘smartest person at our school’,” He purposely looked at you. “You were always reading Shakespeare, so it makes sense that you would get into academics, specifically British Literature,” Pete says with a raised eyebrow. You reach the door of your office, and as you go to unlock it and push it open you reply, “Yeah, you’re right, it does make sense,” You smile at him from the open doorway. “But I wasn’t officially the smartest, Kevin Edelman got Valedictorian, and I only got Salutatorian!” You remarked while Pete walked past you into your office.

“Yeah, I remember. Only ‘cause you talked about it nonstop leading up to graduation.”

“That’s because he stole the title from me! He took Pottery and got one more A than me,” You mumble. Pete holds back a laugh, and takes a seat in one of the chairs you gesture towards that is placed in front of your desk. You sit down in the chair next to him, smile at him, and say, “I can’t believe it's been seventeen years since high school!”

“I can! My back and joints remind me of it daily– ‘Pete you’re not a teenager anymore!’”

You burst out laughing alongside Pete.

You’ve missed him. And his humor.

“So…tell me about your life! I want to know EVERYTHING!” You begin with an enthusiastic look in your eyes.

“There’s a lot to cover in seventeen years…” Pete shakes his head with a soft smile and a shrug.

“Okay, tell me when you moved back to Boston. Last time we talked, you were in college in California,” You ask.

You can still remember the tight three-way hug Crystal, Pete, and you shared on Pete’s driveway the summer before freshman year, with the fierce August sun beating down as you tried and failed to hold back tears for your friend. Your hug was interrupted by Pete’s dad softly telling you guys he had to go in order to make his flight to California. Crystal ended up clinging to you while Pete ambled to his dad’s packed car with watery eyes behind his glasses. You and Crystal had promised to call him all the time, but what had started out with daily calls, once he was settled at University of California - Berkeley, eventually fizzled into monthly calls and slowly stopped altogether. The truth was that it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Life just got in the way. Between going to classes in Boston at the University of Massachusetts, studying, and trying to have a social life, you were stretched thin, and keeping up with your friend, Pete, on the opposite side of the country just fell off your list of priorities. Something that you still feel guilty about. It was hard enough staying close to Crystal, and the two shared a dorm room your freshman year.

Maybe that’s where things went wrong. After you were accepted to UMass Boston with a full academic scholarship, she applied and was accepted as well, and you both decided and were so excited to share a dorm room your freshman year. You made a few friends those first few months in your Gen Ed classes (a change from your Outcast status in high school), and you thought Crystal would embrace the social atmosphere of college too, but all she wanted to do was hang out just the two of you. You couldn’t blame her for wanting some familiarity by being with you. She was missing Pete, your old lopsided lunch table, and the comfort of your close knit group—but you thought college was fun—the parties, cute boys, and the challenging classes.

You’re a nerd who loves to study, what of it?!

But she didn’t really try to embrace college. You would take her with you to parties, or have her meet a few of your friends, and she would always be rude or cold to everyone, or sometimes not even show up at all. When you confronted her about her attitude she argued that you had forced her to do those things, so you decided to give her some space. She was always the same sarcastic, but lovable Crystal whenever you spent time with her one-on-one. Maybe she just needed more time to get used to college and everything that came along with it.

The final straw came right before Winter Break. Everyone was studying, or cramming, for finals week and you were planning to study with Lilly and Poppy, twins who were in two of your classes, who you had befriended. Crystal had voiced her dislike of the twins, which you didn’t understand, so when you hung out with them you did it away from your dorm, and didn’t invite Crystal after she declined every time. So that Monday afternoon, you were stopping by your dorm to grab a textbook and sweatshirt before joining Lilly and Poppy to finish studying for your test the next day. You had just stepped into your darkened room and flipped on the light when out of the corner of your eye you noticed a shape move on the bed to your right. Crystal's bed. You were startled, and dropped your keys as you looked over to see Crystal's unkempt brown hair pop up over her blankets, and her face appeared blinking. She slowly sat up. “‘S that?” She slurred. That is when you noticed clutched in her hand not folding down the blanket was a bottle of vodka. “Crystal?” You asked moving closer to her. She blinked some more, and must have fully awoken after hearing her name, although her eyes were definitely cloudy. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have class right now?” You asked as you looked at the clock on your desk. 2:28pm. She shook her head, and started to turn and lay back down. “Crystal!” You stepped closer to her bed and reached for the blankets, now noticing the stench of body odor and alcohol. Her side of the room was littered with empty whiskey and vodka bottles, abandoned food wrappers, and empty Coke cans used as ashtrays. 

 How long has she been like this? Why haven’t I noticed until now? 

Guilt hits you like a punch in the gut. Pete wasn’t around, and you were all Crystal had. She hadn’t made many, if any, friends since school started, and now she was missing classes too. Had you been so consumed with your new friends and classes that you missed seeing your best friend suffering? “Jusss leave me. You don’t even care!” She shouted at you while she turned over. You stayed and cleaned up the room that day, but never got a chance to talk to Crystal about what had happened. She avoided you the rest of the week, and you later found out she never went to her classes or took her finals. Crystal dropped out of UMass, never returned for Spring Semester, or returned your calls or messages.

You explain a slightly edited version of this to Pete when he asks you if you’re still in touch with Crystal, leaving out your guilty conscience for feeling like you drove her to drop out. Pete asks about your life after college, and again you keep it brief and light, telling him you went to Oxford and are a Doctor of Philosophy in English, and that you loved living in London so much you stayed on as a research assistant for a few more years. You don’t go into the specifics with him about how your boyfriend of three years at the time Liam had just gotten hired at the University of London, and did not want to “jeopardize his career” by moving to the United States. Which left you with the choice of staying in London with him, an easy pick, or moving back and starting your career, the daunting decision. You chose Liam and London….and Liam chose to cheat. That made your choice considerably easier. You moved back to Boston. At first you worked part time at a local Community College and part time at Boston University for a couple of years, before the University hired you on full time five years ago.

You and Pete spend the next hour catching up, and it feels like no time has been lost between the two of you. He details how life was in California, and how he loved studying Computer Engineering, but after getting a Master’s and working a few years with his company he missed New England and decided to come home.

“And then one day about a year and a half ago, I was teaching a seminar for my company and really fell in love with teaching! So Shanna, my girlfriend, told me if I really loved teaching I should do it! So I put in my notice, started applying for professor positions, and I’ve been working as a Computer Science professor at Bunker Hill Community College for the past year,” He finishes.

“No way! I started at Bunker Hill!” You exclaim. He smiles, and the world seems so much smaller.

“I am still part time there, and actually only part time here at Boston U, since I don’t have that much experience. Or a doctorate,” He gives you the side eye with a laugh. You roll your eyes with a laugh.

“So tell me about Shanna. You have a girlfriend?!” You didn’t mean to sound so shocked, but you were still trying to reconcile the version of Pete in front of you–stylish, well groomed, a professor—with the boy you knew—so anxious around his crush he fumbled his drink and spilled it on her. 

The visual of Vanessa Graham running away covered in Red Slushie will always bring a smile to your face.

“Yeah, she’s great! We actually met at a seminar I was doing at her work. You would like her!” His brown eyes go soft the second he starts talking about her, and of all the changes you noticed about Pete, this is the most surprising and the best. You found your protectiveness over your best friend hasn’t wavered even though you just reunited. If a woman like Shanna can have Pete singing her praises she must be special. You would also like to give her some props for helping to get Pete into an article of clothing other than a T-shirt!

“Well I already do if she's inspiring you to pursue your passion! I need to meet the woman who has caught my best friend's heart.” His smile is wide, and his eyes crinkle at the corner as he makes plans to have you join him and Shanna that weekend for lunch.

As you walk out to your car, after exchanging numbers in order to confirm a time and place for Saturday's lunch, you feel what can only be described as a ‘lightness’ in your being you haven’t felt in a long time. The feeling carries you through the rest of the week, into a cute, yet funky restaurant–The Friendly Toast–where you meet up with Pete and are introduced to Shanna. She’s lovely. Shorter than Pete, with soft wavy brown hair and clear blue eyes that are set in her heart shaped face. Shanna is so sweet throughout the lunch as you get to know each other, and the ‘lightness’ and joy of having your best friend back in your life increases because now it feels like you’ve gained another friend! Towards the end of your meal, when you were asking Shanna about her family, Pete interrupts and casually says “Guess who Shanna is related to? Chris Evans.” You freeze with your fork halfway to your mouth. Pete continues on. “You remember him, right?” Shanna must already know we went to high school with her brother since she continues eating her meal, unfazed. Or she thinks you know him now that he’s a movie star. She doesn’t know how you feel about him. Used to feel about him. Right?!

You look up from your plate, Pete and Shanna are looking at you expectantly. The ‘lightness’ is gone, and your food feels like lead in your stomach.

“Yeah.” You exhale. Your best friend was dating Chris Evans’ sister. It really is a small world after all.

[orangeshinigami]

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Hi there! First of all, thank you so much for taking the time to read these!!

You can call me Bibis, I’m 25 years old and roleplaying has been one of my hobbies for over ten years, I’ve been a part of the Bleach fandom for about that same amount of time too. However, I still haven’t finished reading the manga (I’m always working and when I finally have some free time I have no energy to do anything guys, help). But I’ll eventually finish it, I swear… Or I’ll at least watch the anime bc I’m super hyped about this revival. ANYWAYS, yes, this is just a heads up that I do know some things about the last arc of the manga but not everything. But don’t worry, depending on what we choose to write, I’ll do my reasearch!! <3

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[late-to-the-party-81]

I've always wanted you [but not like this]

AN: Here’s a dark, angsty piece for you. Please read the CW - Steve is not nice in this.

Thanks to @buckyismyconstant for beta-ing. Moodboard by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Summary: When Steve reappeared on the platform Bucky knew something was wrong, he just didn’t realise how wrong at first.

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2.1k

CW: Not Endgame Compliant, Dark Steve Rogers, Unrequited love, Angst, Hurt no Comfort, Dub Con bordering on Non Con, Precum as lube, Spit as lube, Anal sex, Degradation, Humiliation, Top Steve, Bottom Bucky, Low Self-esteem, No aftercare, gaslighting, Internalised homophobia.

Bucky knew something was wrong as soon as Steve walked off the platform, because Steve hadn’t been planning on coming back at all — he’d told Bucky as much before he’d suited up to return the stones. It had broken Bucky’s heart to hear that his best friend was leaving him behind to have a life with Peggy, but if it was what Steve wanted, then he’d do his best to support him. It wasn’t Steve’s fault that Bucky was madly in love with him and that Steve only saw him as a brother; it had been like that their whole lives. Why would it change now?

“Aren’t you glad to see me, Buck?” Steve said as he stepped down and clapped his friend on the shoulder. Bucky could only manage to gape like a fish, his mouth opening and closing silently twice as he tried to process everything. What had happened?

To everyone else, all seemed normal. Now that Thanos was defeated, the Snap reversed and the stones returned, it was time to properly move on, but Bucky just felt as though he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Pepper organised the rebuilding of the compound — Shield and the Avengers needed a base after all — and that’s where Bucky found himself living. He didn’t really have another choice. Sam stayed there when he wasn’t in DC and Bruce visited from time to time, so it was mainly just him in the personal quarters in the evening. Or rather, him and Steve. Apparently he had nowhere else to go either. With the original tenant of his apartment returning after the Blip, and Steve himself not planning on returning from the 1940s, he was left in the same situation as Bucky.

So it was just the two of them, like a strange reflection of the past. Similar, but different. Steve and Bucky. Bucky and Steve. Steve, who seemed to be invading Bucky’s personal space more than he used to. Steve, who now seemed to maintain eye contact just that little bit longer than was comfortable. 

Was Bucky imagining it? Or had something changed? That small, unextinguishable, hopeful part of him wanted that to be true. 

If Bucky’s tongue poked out of his mouth to moisten his lips, Steve was watching. If he was coming out of the shower in just his towel, Steve was watching. However, why did something that he’d wanted for so long feel so wrong? Why did every hand brushing over his hip and waist in a confined space send an unwelcomed kind of shiver down his spine? 

He’d tried to ask Steve about his change of plans on a couple of occasions, but his friend had just deflected, giving him a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You mean you’re not glad to have me here, Buck? And here I was thinking you couldn’t live without me.”

Eventually, Bucky gave up asking. Steve would tell him if he wanted to and in his own time. And Bucky had his own things going on. Therapy for one. Learning to live free in the world  with all the knowledge of what he’d done when he’d been under Hydra’s control was not easy.

A quiet night. Dark and relatively peaceful. 

Bucky padded into his room and pulled his t-shirt over his head, ready to start preparing for bed. However, no sooner had the soft cotton cleared his face, Bucky realised he wasn’t alone. He threw the clothing to the ground and prepared himself for an attack.

It never came.

But what did come was a voice.

“Why’d you stop, Buck?”

Bucky peered into the darkness, towards the sound. Steve must be sitting in the easy chair.

“Steve? What are you doing in here?”

The chair creaked and Bucky could hear Steve’s soft footsteps as he traversed the carpeted floor. Bucky watched as Steve appeared out of the darkness, the soft glow from the living room shining through the partially open bedroom door and illuminating the planes of his face. He looked dark and sinister yet still oh-so-beautiful.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, Bucky. Take it off. Take it all off. I wanna see. And I know you wanna show me.” Steve’s voice was low. Sultry. And despite the confusion swirling in Bucky’s mind, his dick was definitely interested in what was happening.

Their eyes locked, each searching the other’s expression until Steve’s nostrils flared and without warning he was pushing Bucky up against his bedroom wall with a hand around his throat.

The air was driven from Bucky’s lungs, but luckily the grip of his neck wasn’t so tight that he couldn’t draw another in. Steve’s free hand was suddenly pulling at Bucky’s sweats, tugging at them and yanking them off his hips.

“I said, take them off. I know you’re not stupid, Bucky.”

Thinking back on it all later, Bucky could easily have fought back — could easily have gotten away — but for some reason he didn’t. His hands trembled as he pushed his pants all the way down his thighs, kicking them off his ankles, stripping for the man he loved, even if the Steve in front of him bore little resemblance to the Steve of Bucky’s memories.

Steve leaned in close, turning Bucky’s head to the side, nosing at his throat and inhaling before he suddenly bit down on the juncture of Bucky’s neck and left shoulder over the scarring that marked his skin. 

Bucky screamed but his cock jumped in his shorts, and it was over as quickly as it had happened as Steve pulled back and turned Bucky’s head back to face him.

“I know you want me, Buck. You’ve always wanted me. I have eyes. But something… I don’t know… I never wanted you like this before, but now I do.”

Bucky looked at Steve with wide eyes, ice meeting ocean, and then his world was spinning as Steve quickly turned him, pressed him into the wall.

“What have you done to me, Buck? You’ve hypnotised me. I saw Peggy, almost walked up to her, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave you. And when I stepped back off that pad and saw you, it was like a slap to the face.” Steve pressed his body— still clothed— against Bucky’s naked back, and Bucky couldn’t hold back a whimper.

This was all wrong, but it was everything he’d ever wanted.

“Steve?” He didn’t even know what he was pleading for.

“Shh-shh. Don’t say anything. I need you to be quiet. Because I don’t want this, but at the same time I feel that if I don’t, I’ll never have a moment’s peace again. I need to own you. Mark you.”

There was venom in his voice, an undercurrent of loathing, and Bucky didn’t know if Steve was aiming it at him or himself.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Stevie.”

“Shut up!” Steve’s roar came with a spray of saliva. A roar of anguish. “You don’t get to say anything.” Steve kicked Bucky’s ankles apart. Bucky didn’t stop him. “I could have had a life. The life I wanted. A wife. Kids. The whole nine yards. But you…” His hand twisted in the fabric of Bucky’ shorts and ripped them from his body. “You couldn’t leave me alone. Wouldn’t get out of my head.”

Having thrown the now scrap of fabric to the floor, Steve’s hand came back around Bucky’s body, pushing between him and the wall, until Steve was able to cup Bucky’s cock in his hand. Bucky bit his lip, swallowing the moan that came unbidden and clenched his eyes shut. His cock was throbbing. Dripping. He felt so ashamed.

“I should have known it,” Steve drawled as his hand pumped Bucky’s cock. “It doesn’t even matter if I hate you. If I’m cruel to you. As long as I do something to you, you’ll nod, say thank you and ask for more. You’re pathetic, Buck. Just a cock hungry slut.”

When precome spurted from the tip into Steve’s hand, he just chuckled. “I wonder how cruel I can get away with being?” He let go of Bucky’s cock then, his hand moving back to land between Bucky’s ass cheeks, smearing the sticky pre-come over his hole. Then Steve pressed one of his fingers all the way inside him and Bucky bit back a yelp. There was nothing he could do about the few tears that ran down his cheeks. He hoped Steve couldn’t see them.

“You can take this, can’t you, pal? Survived a lot worse, I bet…”

“Don’t…” Bucky whispered. 

“Don’t,” Steve parrotted, his voice full of condescension. “This is a mess of your own making and now you just have to own it.” With a loud hocking noise, Steve spat out a gob of saliva. It landed right on Bucky’s crack and dribbled down to where he was skewered on Steve’s finger. “There we go. I don’t wanna hurt my fingers on your tight little hole there, do I?” 

When Steve added a second finger, Bucky couldn’t hold back the squeak he made. It burned. It hurt. But it didn’t hurt as much as the humiliation. As the shame that he was letting Steve do this. That he wanted Steve — loved Steve — so much, that he was willing to accept this poisoned crumb.

Another gob of spit and Steve forced in a third finger, sawing and scissoring them. Much to Bucky’s embarrassment his cock continued to dribble and his hips started to jerk. When Steve let go of the back of his neck to unfasten his fly, Bucky just waited, breath baited. When Steve took that last step forward, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing up against the back of Bucky’s bare legs, Bucky screwed his eyes even further shut. Steve unceremoniously pulled his fingers from the clutch of Bucky’s body, wiping his fingers down Bucky’s naked thigh, and then he was pushing his cock forwards, forcing it in. Carving a space.

The fingers of Bucky’s left hand whirred, digging into the plaster and concrete of the wall in front of him as he howled. Why couldn’t this be different? Why couldn’t it be happening with love and care? He’d thought the intrusion of Steve’s fingers had been painful, but this was on a whole other level. Steve’s hands curled cruelly into his hips, driving home and he growled as he bottomed out.

“This is what you wanted,” Steve taunted in Bucky’s ear. “What you’ve always wanted. Me taking you. Filling you. And despite everything, you like this, don’t you?”

Bucky bit his lip until he tasted copper and shook his head, but Steve wasn’t having it. Letting go of Bucky’s right hip, he wrapped his fingers in Bucky’s long hair and pulled, forcing Bucky’s head backwards. “Answer me, damn it.”

“Not like this. Never like this.” Bucky’s voice was full of pain and betrayal, but Steve just let go of his hair and pressed his face back into the wall.

“Shut up,” he growled and then he snapped his hips. Again and again. Over and over. Spearing Bucky and driving pathetic whimpers from between his lips.

And Bucky wanted to hate it. Wanted to shut down or fight back, or just something. But he was so broken, so bereft, that he just allowed it. Took it. Started to enjoy it. Steve holding him in an iron grip he could pretend was more loving than it was. Steve filling him so fully he thought he’d burst. The brush of Steve’s cock over his prostate, thrust after thrust after thrust. The way his own cock was wedged between his body and wall, being stimulated in a painful way.

The trickle of tears down Bucky’s cheeks became a flood and he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“I love you, Stevie,” he cried, only for Steve to respond with “And I hate you.”

The pain in his chest was shattering, a hundred times worse than what he’d felt when he thought Steve was leaving him, but despite it all, there was no stopping the inevitable.

Bucky came with a wail, the wall crumbling beneath his fingers as he painted another part of it with his cum. Steve puffed and grunted heavily in his ear before tensing up and pouring himself into Bucky with a shout.

For a few seconds the only sound was the pair of them breathing heavily before Steve was suddenly and quickly moving away, pulling himself from Bucky’s body and letting him go. Bucky’s legs shook and he slid down the wall, smearing his body with concrete dust and his own cum.

He heard the shnick of Steve’s fly and the jingle of his belt. “Clean yourself up, Buck. You’re disgusting,” came Steve’s sneer and then he was stepping around the Bucky-shaped heap on the floor, closing the door heavily behind him.

Bucky lay in the dark. Cold. Broken. Wondering what’d he do when he saw Steve tomorrow.

He had a sinking feeling he’d let Steve do that all over again.

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INDIE, SELECTIVE / PRIVATE (MUTUALS ONLY) MULTIMUSE BLOG FOR CHARACTERS FROM SUPERNATURAL, RESIDENT EVIL, THE WALKING DEAD & MORE. Low activity / Slow replies. Written by Bibis, 25, she/her. Minors DNI.

GUIDELINES / HEADCANONS / MEMES.

Muse List:

Dean Winchester - Supernatural // Leon Kennedy - Resident Evil // Carl Grimes - The Walking Dead // Robb Stark - Game of Thrones - asoiaf // Tony Stark - MCU's Iron man.

Affiliated with: @lockedtowers / @familiarache

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Hey! You can call me Bibis or Bibi, I’m 25 and roleplaying has been a hobby of mine for over ten years now. You might’ve stumbled upon of of my blogs in the past, I used to write Tony Stark under the url heroofiron & Robb Stark under the urls direwolfofwinter, wintersking & unbeatenwclf. Currently I only have one other rp blog (orangeshinigami) and that’s where you can find me when I’m not on here.

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Pester me for replies. I am slow, very much so, I have chores & other hobbies + I’m going through some pretty rough stuff irl now so I may be offline for days upon days sometimes. If we’re mutuals, feel free to ask for my discord though, I’m willing to rp over there too!

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THIS BLOG IS CURRENTLY ON A HIATUS

indie, mutuals only, low activity blog for the tenth & fourteenth doctors from do.ctor wh.o as loved by denise. please read the rules below & the google doc before interacting. established december 2018 & revamped december 2023.

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ONE. Basic rules apply. Don’t godmod my muse, don’t nag me for replies, don't be gross, & don’t forceship. I don’t tolerate any kind of bigotry here & I will block on sight if I see it.

TWO. This blog will have low/slow/sporadic activity because I have ADHD & depression & I’m also a full-time college student. There will likely be periods of time of varying lengths with little to no ic activity.

THREE. Please note that my portrayal of the Doctor exclusively uses THEY/THEM PRONOUNS, thank you!

FOUR. The PSDs I’m using on this blog are called Baby Blues & A Little Wicked, both by honeypsd. The icon border & divider I use is called Starry Kisses by lavenderph. The graphic in this post is called Lost Cause my niixzee.

FIVE. DM me if you need me to tag anything: due to the nature of the muse, this blog will contain triggering themes such as death, grief, suicidal ideation, genocide, war, & more. Triggers will be tagged as [#trigger tw]. My only triggers are se.xu.al as.sau.lt & ped.ophi.lia.

SIX. This blog will not be spoiler-free: follow at your own risk.

SEVEN. This blog is not affiliated with Doctor Who, the BBC, David Tennant, or Big Finish Productions. However, my portrayal & my headcanons are my own: please refrain from taking them for yourself.

EIGHT. My portrayal of the Doctor is canon-divergent. I'd love to discuss alternatives to certain canon events with other muns who are down for it.

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THIRTEEN. I am OC and duplicate friendly! Throw your OCs at me. The only exceptions are OC children of the Doctor, which I will be rather selective about.

FOURTEEN. I’m super interested in throwing the Doctor into all sorts of crossovers. I am familiar with Good Omens, much of the MCU, Legend of Zelda (BOTW + TOTK), Fire Emblem (3H), the Borderlands Franchise, IT (Stephen King), Detroit: Become Human, Baldur’s Gate 3, DnD 5e, Lucifer, & more.

FIFTEEN. I will not ship with anyone unless our characters have some sort of chemistry going on & we have had words about it ooc. It's unlikely to happen but not impossible. I will not write romantic ships with anyone under 18. I also don’t really want to ship the Doctor with any muse who isn’t at least 22. While both mun & muse are of age, there will be no smut on this blog. The Doctor really could not be bothered— they’re ace.

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 57)

Summary: Steve and Bucky manage to find somewhere safe following Siberia while Ross uses any means necessary to get information out of you

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: ANGST! Multiple forms of Torture! Non-Con Touching! Groping! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 57: Battered and Bruised

The jet was silent with the exception of the occasional small groans of pain. Steve had set the jet on autopilot to a county that hadn’t signed the accords. As the jet flew Steve cleaned up both his and Bucky’s injuries. The ones he could anyway. He had no clue what to do about the missing metal arm.

“You okay?” Bucky asks his voice hoarse.

Steve glances over at him before looking back down at the floor “I will be” he sighs.

“Where are we going?” Bucky asks looking over at the front of the jet.

“A safe house, it's off the records, no way to track us there,” Steve says as his eyes caught sight of his helmet and he frowned.

Walking over to one of the gear containers he grabbed the knife and then used it to pry the silver star from his suit free. Holding it in his hand as he looked down at it. He then grabbed his helmet and hit the button for the jet doors. He stood on the edge as the wind rushed past him. He looked down at the forest below before dropping both his helmet and the star of his suit.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asks as the jet doors close once again.

“We all have trackers in our suits, mine was in the helmet and star” Steve explains with a sigh “I’m not sure if Tony will use them or not, at least not now”

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault” Bucky sighs dropping his head.

“No, I knew how Tony’s parents died years ago and never told him, if I had none of that would have happened,” Steve says shaking his head.

He glances over at Bucky to see the pain and guilt on his face. Steve sighed moving to sit next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll work this out buck, get everything out of your head, free everyone, it’ll be okay I promise, we went through a lot in the war, we’ll get through this” Steve tells him.

Bucky gives him a weak smile “you were the punk who got us into those situations” he reminds Steve.

Steve chuckles “jerk”.

“Til’ end of the line” Bucky sighs nodding his head slightly.

“End of the line” Steve smiles.

A few hours later Steve landed the jet a few miles out from the safe house. As they pushed the door open you could tell it wasn’t a safe house set up by Tony. Everything was covered in dust, windows were boarded up. When Steve turned the tap on it spluttered for a moment coughing out brown water before finally turning clear. He then tried to flick on the lights, but they didn’t work.

“Looks like it’s gonna be cold showers tonight” Steve sighs turning to face Bucky who had settled himself down on the couch.

“Or no shower at all” Bucky says glancing down at his arm which conveniently sparked at that moment.

“I’m not the best at tech but I might be able to stop that” Steve offers making Bucky huff with laughter.

“You’re more likely to electrocute yourself,” Bucky says making Steve chuckle.

“Maybe we can find someone who’ll keep quiet that can fix it” Steve sighs.

“You think someone would help? the whole world knows about the winter soldier” Bucky asks sceptically.

“I’m sure there’s someone out there that has no clue who you are, let’s just hope they’re nearby,” Steve says with a small smirk.

At that exact moment, someone knocked on the door interrupting them. The pair of them exchanged a glance, Steve holding out his hand to stop Bucky from moving as he slowly made his way to the bordered-up window. As he glanced out, he saw who it was and frowned in confusion.

“Captain, I mean no harm, I’ve come to offer assistance to you and Sergeant Barnes” Steve hears T’Challa call out.

Steve glanced over his shoulder at Bucky who shakes his head. The last time they saw T’Challa was at the airport when he wanted to kill bucky.

“I know about Zemo, I arrested him in Siberia, I heard his confession, I know James didn’t kill my father, I want to help to make up for my wrongdoings” T’Challa continues.

Steve sighs moving over to the door and opening it enough to look out. He eyes T’Challa sceptically trying to see if he had any concealed weapons. He then looks around trying to see if there was anyone hidden in the trees but he couldn’t see anyone.

“I understand your hesitance but please, let me be of service, I believe I can help rid Barnes of the winter soldier,” T’Challa says as Steve looks back over at him.

“How did you find us?” Steve asks.

“Wakanda has technology far beyond anyone else, Mr Stark included, technology I believe can help you, and hide you from the world” T’Challa explains.

Steve glances over his shoulder at Bucky silently asking what he thought. Bucky nods his head pushing himself up from the couch and walking over. Steve looks back over at T’Challa and opens the door fully, still being mentally prepared in case this was all a rouse.

“Thank you,” T’Challa says bowing his head and taking a step aside.

“Mr Barnes please accept my deepest apologies, I was blinded by revenge and took it out on the wrong man,” T’Challa says turning to Bucky.

“You really think you can help, get this out?” Bucky asks pointing to his head.

“Yes I do, my younger sister is intelligent beyond her years, she can fix that too,” T’Challa says with a small smile as he points to Bucky’s arm.

“I have drawn Wakanda out of the Sokovia accords so you may use it to hide from the wrath of Ross as long as you need” T’Challa then adds turning to Steve.

“What about my friends and wife in prison?” Steve asks.

“I’ll try to help with that too” T’Challa agrees “you have my promise”

“Thank you, your highness,” Steve says.

“Please, call me T’Challa, there’s no need for formalities between friends,” T’Challa says making Steve smile.

“Thanks, T’Challa” he smiles.

T’Challa gave them the coordinates to get into Wakanda and a few hours later they were landing in the Capital. When Steve pictured Wakanda he wasn’t sure what he thought it was, but he didn’t expect what he saw.

As they landed T’Challa met them once more introducing them to the Dora Milaje, his mother Ramonda and his sister Shuri.

“Oh yes I can fix this easily” Shuri said as she inspected Bucky’s arm.

“If you’d allow me, I can disable the remanent and allow you both to rest, because you both look like you need it” Shuri offers.

“Shuri!” Ramonda scolds sending her a pointed look.

“What!” Shuri complains.

“Some rest would be great,” Steve says smiling slightly at the exchange.

“Great, Mr Barnes follow me,” Shuri says gesturing for Bucky to follow.

Bucky glances over at Steve, and Steve nods reassuring him that it was fine.

“We have rooms ready for you, but first let’s get you some proper medical attention,” Ramonda tells Steve with a kind smile.

“Thank you” Steve smiled unable to believe his luck.

That night however Steve lay in bed staring at the ceiling feeling incredibly guilty for his luck. Here he was lying in one of the most luxurious beds he’d ever been in while you and the rest of the team were in prison. Probably getting interrogated for information about him. He felt guilty about the fight with Tony, wishing it had ended differently.

He pushed himself up from his bed and walked over to the door that led out to the balcony of his room. As he stepped outside a rush of warm air hit him and he let out a deep sigh. He closed his eyes remembering the last time he felt air like this when you and him were in the Seychelles. What he would give to go back to that moment. As he opened his eyes he looked up at the moon wishing you were here beside him.

It was early the next morning when Steve heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door to find bucky standing there with a tidy awkward smile.

“Hey, Buck what’s up?” Steve asks as he lets him in.

“I spoke to Shuri last night about all this” Bucky says pointing around his head.

“Oh okay, what did she say?” Steve asks putting his hands on his hips.

“She thinks she will take a while to work out how to fix me, at least a few months and I think in the meantime it would be better if I went back under” Bucky explains.

Steve furrows his brows at his best friend “what do you mean?” He asks.

“Everything they put in my head can be activated easily, we saw that with Zemo, we can’t risk anything like that again, it’s just better for everyone” Bucky sighs shaking his head.

“I won’t let that happen,” Steve tells him.

“Steve it’s okay, you don’t need to protect me anymore, I’ve protected you from fights in the past, let me do it again,” Bucky says with a knowing smile.

Steve sighs a small smile playing on his lips “are you sure? Because it’s not like you can change your mind once they do it” Steve asks him.

“I’m sure, it’ll be just like a nap, I won’t even notice the time passing” Bucky reassures him.

“Okay, if that’s what you want” Steve sighs nodding his head.

“I do, I just wish I could help you free everyone” Bucky sighs “but-“

“But it’s too risky, it’s okay I broke you and the rest of the 107th out on my own” Steve points out making Bucky smile.

“Thank you, and I just wanted you to know I’m really happy for you,” Bucky says “I haven’t gotten to know her properly yet, but Y/N seems amazing and I’m glad you found each other”

“Thanks Buck, I did get lucky” Steve sighs smiling over at his friend.

“C’mere” Steve smiles stepping forward to wrap his arms around Bucky.

He smiles as he feels Bucky breathe out a deep sigh of relief, patting Steve on the back.

That afternoon Steve and Bucky were in Shuri’s lab ready for bucky to go back under. Steve stood to the side as he watched the doctors prepare Bucky for the procedure. He wished bucky didn’t have to do this but he knew it was the right call.

“You sure about this?” Steve asks walking over.

“I can’t trust my own mind, so until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head going back under is the best thing for everybody,” Bucky says reassuring Steve.

Steve sighed nodding his head and stepping back as they prepared the machine. Bucky gave him one last nod as he stepped inside.

“See you soon,” Bucky tells him.

“See you soon” Steve smiles.

He stands back watching as the machine closed and cold air rushed in putting Bucky back under. He sighed dropping his head before making his way out of the lab. He stopped in the corridor looking out at Wakanda from the window.

He glanced over when he saw T’Challa come stand beside him.

“Thank you for this,” Steve says.

“Your friend and my father they were both victims, if I can help one of them find peace” T’Challa sighs.

“You know if they find out he’s here they’ll come for him’ Steve warns.

T’Challa smiles “let them try,” he says.

“Your wife and friends, I have discovered that they are in the raft,” T’Challa says turning to face Steve.

“Now if they were for some reason able to escape, I may be able to campaign for deals, house arrests as such if they returned to custody willingly,” T’Challa tells him “I however will not be able to help them escape, that will be up to them and any other help they get”

“Of course, thank you so much, and please focus on Clint and Scott, they have young families,” Steve says nodding his head.

“What about you and your wife?” T’Challa asks.

“As long as we’re together we’ll be fine, whether that’s as outlaws, in prison, house arrest or free” Steve tells him.

“Of course, now how long do you plan to stay in Wakanda,” T’Challa asks.

“A day at most, I have work to do” Steve answers.

“Yes you do, is there anywhere you have in mind that we can drop you off?” T’Challa asks.

Steve smiles to himself already knowing the perfect place to hide “yes I do”

It had been two weeks since your arrest. You had no clue what had happened in Siberia. You guessed something had gone wrong because you were all still here, and Ross’ attempts to get you to talk got more intense.

They had taken you away from the rest of the team. Putting you in solitary confinement. Unlike your last cell, you had no glass door. It was just walls, a metal door with a large one way window that allowed people to see in, but you couldn’t see out. 

You had no clue what time of the day it was. Or what day it was. You were certain they were trying to mess with you. Turning the lights on and off at random points during the day at night. You probably only slept a couple of hours straight at most.

You couldn’t even use meals to work out the time of the day. As they became sporadic and the quantities drop. You were already used to being hungry.

It was the same guards that interrogated you every single day. The one that made your stomach turn. The one who took joy in using the shock collar on you.

“Look sugar, you may as well tell us where he’s hiding because he’s not coming to find you” the guard leaning over the table.

You don’t say anything, turning your head away from him.

“Oh, you don’t know?” He smirks with a faux pout.

“That doctor he was on about, got caught confessing to everything, yet your loving husband is nowhere to be found,” he tells you making you glance over momentarily.

“Maybe he thought he better cut his losses, I heard him and that Carter girl were pretty cosy” he smirk making your jaw clench and eyes close as you composed yourself.

Displeased at your lack of response the guard grabs your jaw forcing you to look at him.

“So sugar, if you want to stop the carter girl from getting to him, you better tell us where he is so we can reunite you” he smirks.

“Although I would miss our time together, maybe I should make the most of it,” he says licking his lips, his gaze dropping down to your chest.

Your arms were restrained so all you could do was pull your jaw from his grasp. However, you didn’t miss the opportunity to hurt him, biting his hand and causing him to yell out in pain.

He ripped his hand free grabbing the remote from your collar and activating it. Your entire body convulses as the electricity ran through your body.

After hours of the same thing, they would finally take you back to your cell. Although your ordeal didn’t end. That night they must have slipped something into your food. As your dreams were plagued by night terrors that had you paralysed in fear.

The worst part was that you were lucid. You knew it was a dream but you were trapped unable to stop any of it. Or wake yourself up. When you did finally wake up you instantly vomited with tears streaming down your face.

The more you refused to talk the more frustrated the guard got. The most frustrated he got the more he took it out on you. Your interrogations used to be sat at a table, but now you were stood up, arms raised above your head attached to the ceiling.

He would alternate between shocking you and hitting you. It was becoming more and more common for them to drag you back to your cell bloodied and bruised. You could tell your ribs were broken, your lip was split daily. One of your eyes was swollen shut.

“I’m getting frustrated with you” the guard growls gripping your throat tightly.

“We both know you have information, and you are going to tell me,” he says finally releasing your throat and making you cough as you gasp in the air.

“I’ll never tell you anything so you may as well kill me” you cough raising your head enough to look at him.

“Don’t test me sugar” he growls punching you in the gut hard.

He then walks behind you and stands right behind you, little to no space between your back and his chest. He gripped your hips tightly pulling them back towards him.

You feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes. Bile rises in your throat as you feel him press against you.

“Plus I’m not done with you yet” he snarls.

You breathe out a shaky breath when he finally steps away, but it was soon replaced with a cry of pain when he slapped your ass.

“Oh did you like that?” He smirks as he walks back around to face you.

You shake your head at him unable to stop your tears from falling.

“Now I think that’s a lie, I think you enjoy all of this you sadist bitch” he smirks tilting his head.

“Good thing I’m enjoying this too,” he says before activating your collar.

Once the electricity stopped he continued to beat you, trying to break you. You would never say anything though, you’d rather die. And right now, as selfish as it was you did wish you were dead.

That night was the first time you left an interrogation unconscious. They dragged your body back to your cell, passing the room where everyone else was. Sam yelled out when he spotted you, cursing at the guards. Once back in your cell they dumped you on the floor ready to start the process again in the morning.

A couple of days later when you were dragged from your cell to the interrogation room instead of being met by your usual guard. You were met by a tired and sickly-looking Ross.

“You look terrible” you mutter as the door shut.

“Your husband and Miss Romanoff have been giving me the run around” Ross sighs leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Romanoff?” You ask confused, last you knew Nat was on Tony’s side.

“She facilitated Rogers and Barnes escape from the airport and attacked the king of Wakanda” Ross explained.

“Well, you have no chance of finding them now if Nat’s involved,” you tell him making him huff.

“She made quite an impression in Hungary” Ross muttered.

You go to raise a brow but wince at the pain that shot through your forehead. Ross catches your eye glancing up and down.

“Have you been seen to by a doctor?” Ross asks.

“You’re the good cop now?” You scoff.

“I have a duty of care for the citizens of my state, even if they are criminals,” Ross tells you with a shrug of his shoulders.

“No, I haven’t,” you say shaking your head.

“I’ll see that you do but first,” Ross says leaning forward “I need any information you have on Rogers, anything at all”

You scoff shaking your head as you looked down. Knowing you’ll only be seen to by a doctor if you spilled.

“Believe it or not, me and Steve never discussed where we’d hide if we became criminals. We talked about saving people’s lives and doing something for the greater good. Something you prevented with the accords” you spit.

You see his jaw clenched as he glared back at you “you’re lying” he states.

“No, I’m not, none of this would have happened if the accords didn’t exist. We wouldn’t have broken the law, because there’d be no law to break. You wouldn’t be making yourself sick looking for Steve or wasting your time asking me questions I don’t have the answers for” you retort glaring back at him.

Ross growls in frustration pushing his chair back harshly, the metal scraping loudly against the floor. He stormed over to the door ripping it open. You could see your guard standing there waiting.

“I don’t care how you do it but break her down, otherwise it’s your job on the line” Ross growls pointing harshly back at you.

“Of course sir, give me a week,” the guard says nodding his head.

“You have 4 days” Ross orders before storming away.

The guard nods before stepping into the room and locking the door behind him.

“You heard him sugar, it’s time to get to work our days together are limited, may as well make the most of them” he smirks cracking his knuckles as he stalked across the room

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Series Masterlist / Masterlist

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[noirvette]

I mean the layout but also how do you get people to notice your account and link stuff. Sorry I’m bad at explaining thing

oh no worries!! i just wanted to make sure i could properly answer your question

my layout is a basic red color kind of aesthetic!!

i changed the header, picked a color that somewhat matched the header for the background. when it came to my name i chose a font that i liked best, and the color of the font i know i didnt want plain white so i chose an off white to go with my whole aesthetic.

i looked up on pinterest like “red and off white aesthetic” and saved a bunch of pics to make the banner on my pinned post. one of them is a pre made banner because…i couldn’t… find.. anymore pics.. ☹️

then on picsart i made the banner!!

the tiny color borders/dividers you see on my posts i made following this guide here (to make it more seamless, the hex code that i have for my background color is the same hex code i used to color the dividers)

i premade the main masterlist, the characters i write for, the rules post all prior to actually posting, and in order to link things, on each post you make there is a “share” button, clicking that and then clicking copy link gets you the link

and once you get the link all you have do is write something like

“masterlist” (for example), highlight it and then…

this is what you do next:

click this button, paste the link and you should getttttt

masterlist

tagging posts are the best way to get attention!! when i started my account my first few posts contained headcanons for 4 characters (as i only will write up to four) with the characters being the main 3 + butters, as it allowed me to reach a broader audience.

i hope this answers your questions!! if you have anymore feel free to ask!!

[yrknight]

· ┈ · ┈ ·　「 STRAWBOREAMIC 」　✦

Pronunciation: Straw-bo-ri-mik

a gender related to strawberries, bows, and (day)dreaming.

IDs are in the alt text!

· ┈ · ┈ ·　✧　「 BYF&DNFI. 」

[outofangband]

Songbirds of Doriath

Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda Masterlist

Orchids of Doriath, Mosses of Doriath, Ferns of Doriath

I love doing general flora and fauna posts but I can’t fit everything in them so I’m trying to make more specific ones as well! please please feel free to send categories to work on with locations! Or any environmental world building asks!

In ornithology songbirds are defined as species who possess a lower larynx or species belonging to the suborder passeri. This includes thousands of species that live all over the world, with the exception of Antarctica

Doriath is a region made up of a variety of forests. There is Region, a forest of holly and other mostly deciduous trees, Neldoreth, an ancient beechwood, Nivrim, a forest of primarily oak north of the twilit meres and finally Arthórien, a forest we have almost no information on, divided from the rest of the kingdom by the river Aros which runs along the Eastern border of greater Doriath.

Songbirds are canonically associated with the region and especially the queen, Melian, whose power was said to bring song to nightingales. She was also a Maia of Vána, as well as Estë. Vána was associated with songbirds and flowers. Lúthien’s sobriquet means nightingale and there are many references to songbirds in association with her in both canon and pre canon sources

like my others, I am going to add some world building notes at the end so it's not just listing species

Species:

In the deeper woods: chaffinch, azure tit, greenish warbler, song thrush, common nuthatch, golden oriole, long tailed tit, hawfinch, lesser redpoll

Forest edges: rose finch, horned lark, marsh warbler, chestnut bunting, white wagtail, common nightingale, common wren

Migratory: woodchat strike, wood warbler, thrush nightingale, redwing, fieldfare, sedge warbler, varied thrush, red throated thrush, bluethroat

Specific to Region: mistle thrush

River banks and alder groves: brambling, Willow tit, marsh tit (occasionally found along the river in Neldoreth too), common reed bunting

Arthórien specific: rusty crowned babbler, golden crowned babbler, grey thrush, maroon oriole

Other note: there are many species that exist throughout the kingdom that do not have equivalents in the real world. Some of these were brought by the Melian and some of these are, simply species unique to. Arda

World building notes:

-song birds are common in art, music, poetry, and lore. Though they have group associations (Melian and thus, Doriath itself, joy and livelihood, song) different species often have their own associations as well! Thrushes for example are associated with melancholy, seasonal change, and contemplation. Warbler species tend to be associated with summer and with revelry.

-I spoke about this on my post about speculative biology and elves, but I believe the elves can imitate a variety of animal nature sounds with higher accuracy than humans, and this is due in part to differences in vocal systems, as well as in their hearing and imitation abilities.

-Many games of Sindar children involve bird calls and different ones are often assigned meanings, some obscure, some almost universal.

-The marchwardens of Doriath also frequently use bird calls as well, changing based on season and location so their calls fit with the environment.

-It is considered highly taboo to slay a songbird as they are not hunted for food or materials but also because of the spiritual significance. Feathers may only be used when found having been lost or fallen, not taken from live birds or their bodies. Many will say a prayer to Melian or Vána at the sight of a fallen songbird

-Just as with butterflies, many species of birds inspired exploration in color and led to the development of pigments. Alder bark, from trees found primarily in Nivrim, is associated with varied thrushes as well as with orange tip butterflies, for example

[ansixilus]

@cinturon-cadena I think you're the first person to correctly read the "and ask about it" part. 😋

Thumb Bone Doorways:

An example of "wow, this is a really cool idea, how would the world have developed differently if this had been introduced in history?" The premise: humans discover how to create portals, early on in history. I think I settled on classical Greece-era Egypt as the discoverers of how it worked. From there, the knowledge spread far and fast, and it's a fascinating thought experiment to wonder how radically history would change.

If you take a person's skull, their thumb bones, and their big toe bones, and you build them into two doorways, those doors become portals. The skull and toes stand at one side, the thumb bones at the other, and the span must be about what the bones would have reached in life. So long as the doorways stand unbroken, so long as they do not move relative to each other, the Thumb Bone Doorway shall last.

There are countless things to explore here:

In a world where the free infinite work energy exploit of having a perpetual motion machine was discovered millennia before conservation of energy laws, how wildly different would science evolve?

Each door requires the bones from a dead human. Is this a punishment for criminals, to have their body used as raw material? Is it an honor to be enshrined and allowed to help countless people throughout the years? Different peoples and different cultures will have wildly different views about the rightness of creating or using Thumb Bone Doors. Is this an honor, an iniquity, or just a common thing like a statue in a park?

Travel to established places is nearly effortless. How did this shape technology? Horses are much less needed when long-distance travel isn't long-distance at all.

It's said that historically, nations could only really grow to be a maximum of two weeks across. When you get farther than two weeks' travel, the system becomes unable to support itself. But here, anywhere can be a two minute walk away, if there's a doorway between here and there. Go through your village door into the market, and through a door there to almost anywhere. The very concept of borders and nations starts to break down.

Portals can be blindingly common, but they are also terribly fragile considering how much depends on them. Yes, we can make doorways that can last for centuries, but all it takes is one dedicated vandal with a hammer to break it. Once broken, it's broken forever, and a person's bones only ever open one door. Doors are endlessly useful, they're essential for civic infrastructure and war logistics, but you can't keep them hidden away. By definition, people must be able to walk right up and through them. Protection must be difficult.

Religion. Are doorways holy objects, making the impossible ordinary? Are they profane things, desecrating and enslaving the dead? Is there a God of Doorways who opens the way? Do you lose something of yourself when you pass through them?

I've always wanted to develop this idea. It could be endlessly fascinating.

System Ghost

Thirty years ago, a terrorist group dispersed a large number of stolen biological weapons across much of the developed world. One of those weapons proved more bizarre than the rest, a fast-acting retrovirus that was highly mutagenic, but somehow not at all carcinogenic. It would come to be called Darwin's Curse. At first, it was just a body horror nightmare, but it was almost as if it were sentient, directed. Within a year, it wasn't twisting people into flesh beasts, but instead causing changes straight out of X-men books. People were getting powers, humans were dividing into subspecies, and society was breaking at the seams.

There was chaos, there was calamity, there were wars, there were "cures" and "vaccines" that were worse than the disease. There were cullings and pogroms, concentrations camps, civil wars, and extermination attempts.

Now, thirty years after it began, some places are better than others. Bits of civilization made it through or rebuilt themselves, and parts of the world seem to be on an upward trend. In one of these cities, one filled with ostensibly "normal" humans, a young technopath woman can blend in with the "don't ask don't tell" atmosphere easily enough. Until one day, when she decides to help a mutant whose disguise is much more precarious by hacking a computer so he can get his business done faster. Now she has to deal with anti-mutant zealots out for blood, unsubtle political backstabbing she's completely unequipped to deal with, corporate espionage that she tried to leave in her past, and a life as an outcast she tried to leave even further in her past.

... I think I've written about nine paragraphs of this one's opening scene. 😔

[richincolor]

New Releases

In terms of my TBR pile, this is a particularly exciting week for me! Several of my most anticipated reads are coming out on Tuesday. Check out what's on deck:

How to Win a Breakup by Farah Heron

First, math genius and gamer-nerd Samaya gets dumped by her boyfriend. Then he sabotages her job and hooks up with her frenemy. What could be worse? Clearly, her golden-boy ex is winning the breakup. The only way Samaya can get some rebound cred is to find someone new. Even if she has to fake it.

At a volunteer bake sale, Samaya meets a sweet opportunity. Daniel is a handsome hockey jock and a whiz when it comes to lemon squares and brownies. And he agrees to play along. Quid pro quo. He’ll pretend to be the boyfriend of her dreams if Samaya helps him pass calculus.

This may well be the recipe for the best revenge, but Samaya has no idea how complicated it will get. As they whip up an imitation romance, and a bumbleberry pie, resisting each other’s very real charms proves impossible. Samaya finds herself on an unexpected journey of secrets, self-discovery, and the true meaning of moving on.

The Moonlight Blade by Tessa Barbosa

I promised my mother I would never come to Bato-Ko…and yet here I am.

Narra Jal is one of the cursed, cast aside her whole life, considered unlucky. But with her mother’s life on the line, she will return to the city where she was born to face the trials: a grueling, bloodthirsty series of challenges designed to weed out the weak, the greedy, and the foolish. Trials to select the next ruler of Tigang.

Narra has nothing. No weapons. No training. No magic. No real chance of leaving with her life. Just her fierce grit and a refusal to accept the destiny she’s been handed. Even the intense, dark-eyed Guardian she feels a strangely electric connection with cannot help her. Narra is on her own. But she’ll show everyone what the unlucky can do.

Brighter Than the Sun by Daniel Aleman

Every morning, sixteen-year-old Sol wakes up at the break of dawn in her hometown of Tijuana, Mexico and makes the trip across the border to go to school in the United States. Though the commute is exhausting, this is the best way to achieve her dream: becoming the first person in her family to go to college.

When her family’s restaurant starts struggling, Sol must find a part-time job in San Diego to help her dad put food on the table and pay the bills. But her complicated school and work schedules on the US side of the border mean moving in with her best friend and leaving her family behind.

With her life divided by an international border, Sol must come to terms with the loneliness she hides, the pressure she feels to succeed for her family, and the fact that the future she once dreamt of is starting to seem unattainable. Mostly, she’ll have to grapple with a secret she’s kept even from herself: that maybe she’s relieved to have escaped her difficult home life, and a part of her may never want to return.

Belle of the Ball by Mari Costa

High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her.

And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.

While You Were Dreaming by Alisha Rai

If Sonia Patil had her way, she’d be attending her local comic con instead of covering a shift for her boss’s daughter. Since Sonia’s mom was deported and her sister, who never claimed deferred status under DACA, had to forgo college to support them, Sonia’s had her hands full with work, school, and pretending everything is okay at home.

Then Sonia, in homemade superhero cosplay, stumbles into saving her crush James’s life. When a video of the daring rescue goes viral, she—or, rather, a mysterious masked savior—is thrust into the spotlight. Now she’s hiding from TikTok detectives while trying to connect with James. And while she’s drawn to his friendly but oblivious nature, she can’t deny her escalating chemistry with another awkwardly charming boy.

Juggling crushes and a secret identity might just take superpowers. Will Sonia be able to hide in plain sight forever?

Lucha of the Night Forest by Tehlor Kay Mejia

A scorned god. A mysterious acolyte. A forgetting drug. A dangerous forest. One girl caught between the freedom she always wanted and a sister she can’t bear to leave behind. Under the cover of the Night Forest, will Lucha be able to step into her own power…or will she be consumed by it?

This gorgeous and fast-paced fantasy novel from acclaimed author Tehlor Kay Mejia is brimming with adventure, peril, romance, and family bonds–and asks what it means for a teen girl to become fully herself.

[editingwonderland]

. the basics

this is a general editing blog ! I always accept requests for things listed on my sources , but will also sometimes be opening my ask box to non-listed sources ! if these types of requests are currently being accepted, they will be noted somewhere in my description, so keep an eye out !

if you would like to denote your request as for a kin, fictive, d/a, etc, feel free to include in your ask for me to denote the dis-allowance of certain tags from anyone but the requester.

you can send as many requests as you like at once, but please send them one request per ask ! it makes it easier on me to stay organized and also for me to not have to finish multiple edits all at once, since i usually pick away at the ask box during my spare time !

you do not have to request something media related ! i will also always accept any types of edits themed around something like an aesthetic, a mood, a song, etc. with the only exception of icons.

credit is not necessary , but i DO necessitate reblogging any set you save/use please, and you are not allowed to claim any of my edits as your own !

I run a zero tolerance policy here in terms of bigotry. I do not have a specific DNI, but I'll block you if i see you engaging in that sort of behavior. be nice to each other. i would also rather discourse blogs not interact with me.

i retain the right to delete any request i am not comfortable completing for any reason. i do not have a formal blacklist, but please just use common decency in terms of what you request.

. sources i do

. Project Sekai , Vocaloid / Vocal Synths (General) , Twisted Wonderland , Sailor Moon , Ever After High , Worst Girl Games (We Know The Devil and Heaven Will Be Mine) , Undertale and Deltarune

I will do edits as normal for the follow sources below, however, additionally, I will allow characters from the following sources as THEMES for edits featuring characters from the above sources (Example; A Minori Hanasato wallpaper with Hello Kitty as a theme)

. Sanrio , Animal Crossing , Sonic The Hedgehog , My Little Pony (All Generations)

. what i do

Icons (Can be done in 100x100 or 300x300, please specify which. Additional details to include are colors, borders, and themes. I will also do pride icons.)

Reply Icons (Comes in one size. Can specify a theme, otherwise they will directly inspired by the character you request for them.)

Aesthetics / Moodboards (Aesthetics are done on a 4x2 grid, while moodboards are done on a 3x3 board. Details to include are colors and themes.)

Stimboards (Details to include are colors, themes, types of stims to include, and types of stims to avoid.)

Playlists (Includes a cover edit and 8 songs. Details to include are mood, genres to include, and genres to avoid.)

Layouts (Details to include are colors, themes, and styles. Please specify what site you would like them for.) > You may also request a set of headers individually, which follow the same detail outline.

Wallpapers (Details to include are colors, themes, and the dimensions for your device.)

Self Care Kit (Details to include are currency, price range, colors, themes, and any particular items you would like included.) > You may also request Stim Care Kits following these same detail outlines, but will be specifically centered on stim items.

Fashion Kit (Details to include are currency, price range, colors, style preferences, and any particular items you're looking for.)

Web Weavings (Please specify a character and any themes to center on. Will only do these for listed sources.)

Blog Layout (Comes with 3 headers, 3 profile icons, 6 reply icons and a divider, as well as a few blog format ideas for inspiration. If you would like additional reply icons, you are free to send another request!)

Rentry Graphics (Please specify a character and/or a theme for me to base these on.)

If you'd like to read a little more about me, my about post can be found here !

[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 13 – Recap

Admiral Kilbride joined officially full-time.  There was a pair of NCIS officers showing up to help – Supervisory Agent Aliyah de Leon and Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr.  Both would be terrific additions.  Since we haven’t seen much of Agent DeChamps recently (Marsha Thompsen is doing another series), it is good to other recurring characters around.  Agent Castor was around more and got some lines.  By season 20, he may get an episode. A new Inspector General showed up.  Good bye John Rogers, hello Akhil Ali.

Fatima and Kensi were shot.  Fatima was far more badly wounded.  Deeks was stabbed.

Evergreen mention is to be on the lookout for both Executive Assistant Director Shae Mosley and Deputy Director Louis Ochoa both who went home at one point during season 10 and never returned.  Kessler got several mentions.  His girlfriend washed up dead on the shore in Palm Beach.  Did we ever revisit the missing radar goggles that got Dr. Nash killed?  That could join the evergreen mentions list.

A new villain was introduced as Howard either Pembrook, Pembrooke, Pembroke and/or Arthur Collins.  Jere Burns is a terrific character actor and he’s going to have to be with this storyline of Callen the science project continuing.

Matters of race were at the forefront of episodes like “Fukushu”, “Sundown” and “Perception”.  “Sundown” also looked at the issues of mental health issues in the military as did “Lost Soldier Down”.  None of these episodes had a “what did we learn today”/very special episode of Blossom feel – they were well-told and the way the issues were covered felt organic to the storytelling.

As for family, Callen asked Anna to marry him.  Sam left the boat to move into a lovely home with his father who is beginning to struggle with dementia.  Kensi and Deeks put in the work to adopt Rosa.  Fatima moved out of her parents’ home.  Rountree tried to protect his sister when the two were pulled over for driving while Black.  The Admiral is estranged from his lawyer son, a son who had drug issues as a teenager the Admiral feels is due to his military career.

Hetty was around of the season premiere but was off to rescue some NCIS agents in Syria.  While Linda Hunt is missed, the show had a COVID shutdown and keeping Linda Hunt safe and healthy is far more important.  Gerald McRaney’s Admiral Kilbride is a worthy successor to Hetty.  The Admiral is not in Hetty’s office, however, he’s up in the fishbowl.

The team worked with the  ATF, LAPD, FINCEN, Border Patrol, Scotland Yard, the State Department, DoJ, Lancaster bomb squad and Port Authority police in Long Beach.  Kensi was part of a joint task force looking for human traffickers along the Mexican borders.  

Kensi and Deeks sold the bar, causing Callen to move once again.  This time, he found a place to live with Anna near the Marina.   All members of the team got a $10,000 check from Eric Beale and a $10,000 donate for their favorite charity.

There were return appearances from Arkady and Anna Kolchek, Joelle, Zasha, Corey the Coroner, Harris Keane, Nate Getz, Lance Hamilton, Henrik Vuksan, Det. Whiting, Talia del Campo and Katya with a new face.  Sabatino returned with a new gig – US Marshal.  Sabatino and Lance Hamilton got to go to the super-secret NCIS office.  

Trips included Callen and Anna to Napa. Callen and Sam to Virginia for a ceremony to honor Michelle.  Kensi, Deeks and Sam ended her joint task force work on the US/Mexican border, two trips to the Allegiance with Kensi and Deeks going for one investigation and Callen and Sam show up for another.  Callen and Sam drove to Indio.  Deeks went to Guatemala to help expedite Rosa’s adoption/asylum petition.

Three best episodes: “Divided We Fall” “Sundown” “Come Together”

Three worst episodes: “Subject 17” “Genesis” “Down the Rabbit Hole”

Most frustrating episode: “Live Free or Die Standing” – there was a good story to tell here but the comedy was way over the top.  

As season 13 inched back to “normal”, my hopes for season 14 are just good stories, full team investigations and short football games on CBS.  I’m back in the office on Mondays these days and a 10:30PM (or later) start time for a new episode is not ideal.