#OKAY I RECEIVED ONE AND I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT THANK YOU OP

[a-998h]

Aska nd ye shall receive!!!!!

SAGau idea!

Reader almost always plays on co-op since they unlocked it alongside their three friends at scheduled intervals when they all have the time.

Said reader can also code, and to make up for the fact that not all their friends can buy or pirate (cuz of lack of cash or storage) games they have, they make mods they add in, then add out, alongside lots of solo beta testing.

(if this isn't possible IRL, suspend your disbelief)

Also theres no NSFW in this ask or being requested it's just jokes a la "3AM challenge gone wrong! Gone sexual"

also there's one implication of catholic trauma

plus capital letters

Sorry if anything makes no sense

Anyways—

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The Backrooms

*insert law & order audio*

Reader, playing Aether. "I added the Backrooms."

The Kaeya Main "Oh God."

The Childe Main "You added the what??"

"Same." «== they're playing and want to adopt Ferminent

"The Backrooms, this fictional idea that even an infant hitting their elbow wrong has the .000001% chance of—this is not mathematically accurate—teleporting you to this uncanny infinite realm, and the only way out is to somehow repeat what got you in there. And I don't think doing either on purpose is humanly feasibly."

"I understood none of that but okay." The four laughing ensued.

"okay but" wheezing "how— how are we gonna get in if you can't do it on purpose??"

"yeah that sounded like a little bit like an oversight."

"a LiTtLe BiT"

"literally just click that button that wasn't on the screen before."

"oh "

pop!

"oooh god. I'm getting catholic flashbacks!"

"oh shit you okay? Do you need a break or—"

"no. No I'm good"

"oh good"

"Any monsters to worry about?"

"yes." They all start laughing "Unless it's bugged in co-op because I only play tested this on single player!"

"backrooms gone wrong! We died! Gone sexual!"

"cops called!" "sixty nine hospitalized!"

"no!" Laughing continues and as it dies down: "we're escaping the backrooms, and I'm using the version with clues to reaching the next levels so we're not stuck here all day."

"so are you gonna help us oooorrrr . . . "

"you're alone, I'm gonna be following you around as you screw around!" The dying laugher peaks again

"you put us in this mess!" "you allowed me too!!!"

And then the loudest inhumane scream ensued, alongside theirs as they scattered.

"Kane pixels monster is real! Is this the Kane pixel backrooms? Oh good we're all fucked!!"

"and the wikidot!" Now only reader was laughing

"are you speaking a different DIALECT?!"

"pretty much" gasp "it's chasing meee!!"

"you deserve it! Daaance deluded puppeteer daaance!!" And then the reader ran in their direction from behind "you used me as a meat shield!"

"to demonstrate we all get four lives! If we die a fifth time, we start at the first level again, repeat!"

"yeah that reassures me" they say sarcastically, now controlling Zhongli "wait first level—?"

"there's arrows on the walls" "tell me where, I'm gonna carry this team"

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"What the heeellll, I can't even see any damage on the monsters" "you can't kill what cannot be killed"

"oh crap." Dies. Xiao takes Zhongli's place

"disorder? In MY backrooms??"

"it's more likely thank you think!"

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"Since when did you change from Kaeya to Ayato?"

"since when did you die all the way back to Freminet?"

"I didn't I got gooood!!" Spinning circled around them "Aahh!! Friendly fire! Friendly fire!"

Freminet is replaced with Gaming "I literally hate you"

"I love you too <3 AAAAAA—"

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"guys help! I clipped into the walls!"

"you reap what you soooowww, fucker!" A sword strikes them "AAHHH!!"

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"I think this is what the abyss feels like"

"I think that's an insult" "you've never been in there"

===many deaths & respawns later===

"you're a monster you know that right"

Giggling, "yes yes yes!!"

"we should do that again" "as the one with arthritis from carrying you idiots, I veto it."

"veto denied :D"

The Wither Storm

Playing Kokomi "what is it this time"

"Wither Storm :)" Reader, playing Fischl looks up at them

Playing Xinyan "uh oh"

Eula "on a scale of one to backrooms, how difficult will this one be?" "Collateral damage"

"and that's ignoring the proximity voice chat!"

Fast paced breathing "oh thank God that wasn't a thing in the Backrooms, we were just using discord"

"yeah it's a shaaaame"

"wait, we couldn't lay a finger in the Backrooms"

"you can kill the wither storm and still engage in friendly fire"

"thank goodness!!"

"so what's in store?"

"I'm gonna teleport us to another plane—because we don't want Teyvat harmed in the process—and we're gonna summon the wither storm and kill it."

"let's do it blind."

"yeeeesss!!!"

"did we not learn from the backrooms???"

"no we did not!"

"blind it is! Let's go!"

"wait—!"

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The Wither Storm is summoned! And like a standard wither simple shoots out skulls that destroys where it hits and inflicts withering on any living being.

"WHAT THE HEEELLLL???"

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"

"guys get building materials—!" Xinyan is replaced with Lisa who is far, far away from where the death was "And I withered away. And I'm away from everyone

"wow, I can't hear anyone!"

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Beamed up by the Wither Storm: "guys help"

"one I barely heard you, scream next time, two it's already to late for you." Eula is them eaten in one piece by one of the storm's mouths

"oh my fucking god it has a halo . . . It has like four of them" Looking up, far away from the group with Yae Miko, running away after a head faces their way

Far far away, Kaeya takes Eula's place in the plane

(Google image "crackers wither storm" to get what I mean in the last paragraph)

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"bestie!!" Reader controlling Hu Tao walks up a small hill

"Oh my God! Bestie!" Another Hu Tao looks in their ideection, they run towards each other "regroup! Regroup! We gotta regroup cuz the next phase is gonna begin!"

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"we did all that work and never even got a nether star" Sitting down with Heizou

"says who?" Back with Fischl ":O"

"the inventory . . . " They habitually jump with Kazuha

"oh, what's this I see?" sticking to Hu Tao after the Wither Storm

"who wants to read the description?" By now everyone opened their inventory to find a fourth of a white, purple tinted four-pointed star

"As testament to your suffering, a piece of the Nether Star joins you growing treasury!! A Devastation reduced to a mere chapter in your life"

"look, I get that after we're done you just remove the mod forever and leave it to gather dust, but at least, at least let us keep this even after removing the Wither Storm mod."

"and let us make a beacon while your at it!"

"sure why the hell not!"

"what the hell is a beacon and will I want in?"

"you all will!!"

"yes we do!"

"you don't even know what it does!x

"and neither do you!"

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Personally I imagine that Teyvat is a bit split on this.

On one hand, their Grace is far too happy with their friends who Teyvat deems as fellow Creators they play around with and they're playing around with their divine powers.

On the other hand, making mods and bug testing is time consuming and both of these take attention their Grace could be giving them instead.

They've heard plenty times the Creator complain about their world's spaghetti code, the Reader has cursed the creator—"who the hell made this?"—many times and Teyvatians interpret this as either the Creator having lost their memories or an act of self-hatred or a blend of both.

It doesn't help how Reader curses themselves whenever they find an error in their own code

Though I wonder the thoughts of Vessels from four worlds being used for four gods to meet in scheduled meetings either during normal gameplay or modded gameplay.

No but imagine some vessels doing things their code supposedly shouldn't allowed but it gets brushed off as a mod glitch 😭 lmao, like say, Kaeya muttering "Cataclysm . . ." To himself during the Wither Storm and only barely not being noticed

BRO WHAT WILL LIKE KHAENRI'AH PEOPLE AND ARCHONS AND OTHERS THINK WHEN THEY SEE THE NETHER STAR FRAGMENTS FORM A FOUR-POINTED STAR TOGETHER AKA THE NETHER STAR WHICH IN TEYVAT THE FOUR POINTED STAR IS THE SYMBOL OF KHAENRI'AH?

That's all I have in me today

feel free, not but pressured, to add your own ideas, add onto my ideas, etcetera, etcetera as you please, you got my absolute blessing

take your time as needed

Hope your having a good day!!

Thank you for sending me this.

This is awesome on its own and it must be shared.

But seriously, you're right. Teyvat wants you to be happy, but only with them. So they come up with a plan.

They're going to not work and basically annoy your friends off the game. They know I'll make you sad, but you have them to make you feel better.

If you friends are extra stubborn, then more extreme measures are but in place. Like bugging out, not ascending but taking the materials, and stuff like that.

Eventually when your friends quit the game, you go back to solo mode. Now you spend your time with them. While it makes them sad to see you upset about being able to play with your friends anymore, they'll be your new friends and be the best characters they can for you.

After, you'll be with them soon.

[welcome-to-tracy]

Obey Me Headcanons. MC jokingly says: «Spank me, please».

GN!Reader. All brothers.

TW: suggestive? a little smut with Belphegor. 😳

A/N: at first I wanted MC to slap one of the brothers on the ass, but then I changed my mind.

Hint: MC and the character are not in a relationship. So when they asks to be spanked, they is just joking, but in fact it is frankly clear that they would really like it.

all subsequent actions take place with MC consent.

Lucifer:

— You're talking to Lucifer in his room when he asks how you're doing at RAD.

— «I know that you have already settled into the Devildom enough, but if you need help with your studies or you would like something specific, you just need to ask».

— The moment seems to you ideal for a light joke, because Lucifer is obviously not tense and this is just a friendly conversation.

— «Something I want? Then... How about you spank me, please?»

— You can see how Lucifer's eyebrows are raised questioningly, trying to evaluate what you just said.

— In fact, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind and now, understanding the meaning of these words, you blush deeply and immediately add: «Of course this is a joke!»

— When Lucifer sees you blush, on his face a proud grin appears.

— «Joke? Really? Didn't I just say that you just have to ask if you need anything?», – he leans over your ear and quietly whispers: «What an interesting request. But if this is what you want, then I will do everything to make our exchange student comfortable».

Mammon:

— You were resting in your room when a message from Mammon flashed on your D.D.D. screen.

— «Not that I care at all, but I know that your birthday is coming soon, so (you should thank the Great Mammon) I'll condescend to present you something».

— Of course, a minute later he sent a message saying that it should not be too expensive and preferably with his own hands.

— Without hesitation, you tapped your fingers on the keyboard and sent a message that if the "Great Mammon" wants to do something for you with his own hands, then he may well spank you.

— «WHAT?! ARE YOU DELUSIONAL?».

— You could almost imagine Mammon's excited face, considering the speed with which a huge pile of messages were coming to you.

— You didn't even bother to clarify that it was just a joke, hoping that later he would understand it himself. And after a couple of hours, it completely slipped your mind.

— But then, a few days later, your birthday came.

— After receiving the gifts and finishing with the party that the guys threw in honor of you, you returned to your room.

— A few minutes later, Mammon (in the most brazen way) also barged into your room.

— «No. I'm not letting you sell MY gifts».

— «Even the one I gave you?!», – you looked accusingly at, – «Okay-okay! That's not what I was going to talk about at all! It's about the second gift. The one you asked for».

— The tips of Mammon's ears turned bright red and he cleared his throat.

— «That what you wrote about in the chat. If you still want it, then... Don't think, not that I was going to do it, but still now I, Mammon, am doing you a favor, so... I think it would be more convenient if you took a different pose and since I am infinitely generous to you, I will do it...».

Leviathan:

— You both played some old co-op game on the console, agreeing that the loser fulfills one wish of the winner.

— Maybe your fingers were trained well enough, or maybe you were just lucky, but this time the victory was yours!

— «NOOOOOOO. It's impossible for this normie to win. This is a scam!!»

— You shrugged your shoulders in response to Levi's whining and (stealthily) stuck out your tongue at him.

— «I won, which means you fulfill one of my wishes!~», – you reminded him of your contract and he instantly wilted.

— «It's not fair... Surely it will be something stupid...».

— «Okay, Levi. What do you think about spanking me?»

— You said it quickly and jokingly, just to see the reaction of the Avatar of Envy (lol, of course, you knew that he would squeal and be embarrassed, but you really wanted to tease him), but, lmao, it looks like you really broke this boy.

— Waving his arms and muttering something, he backed away, tripped over the wires, fell, appeared for a moment in the form of a demon and hid in the corner of the room.

— You don't know it (maybe you can guess), but right now he remembered all the possible hentai that started exactly the same.

— «Henry, you... You just can't say things like that! A similar situation occurred at the beginning of the seventh chapter of the first volume of „The Lamb-Girl: My indecisive lover”, but we live in the REAL world and if you ask someone for such things, then you should be prepared for the fact that it will end badly. A nasty otaku like me just shouldn't touch you like that, especially when our relationship hasn't reached that level yet, you just–».

— Most likely you stopped listening to him. Leviathan was in his demonic form, waving his tail and blushing terribly. On top of everything else, the guy was bleeding from his nose, but he did not stop his long tirade.

— (If you offer him a napkin, he'll faint, lol).

— To stop disturbing the wild imagination of the virgin-demon, you just went to your room, hoping that later he would calm down.

— A few hours later, Levi will definitely self-destruct, but he will also scroll through your proposal in his head and imagine his palm on your body.

Satan:

A/N: it turned out fine and a little crumpled, but okay, sorry. :(

— Well, maybe you're crazy or you just want to die, baby.

— Even with Lucifer, this thing could have been safer, but you chose Satan.

— You both fight when at some point you say something like: «Damn, if I'm that bad, then just spank me».

— Lol, you said the first thing that came to your mind, but now you're both in a stupor and blushing.

— «Spank you? Is this some kind of provocation?», – he raises his eyebrows, but before you can answer, Satan pulls you towards him.

— «Wait, it's...».

— «I think it was a good idea. Maybe I should really punish you so that you behave yourself next time?».

— He's definitely just scaring you, but if you agree, then Satan will really spank your ass.

Asmodeus:

— Okay, if not both of you, then at least Asmo is constantly joking about such things. Not that this is anything new.

— You put on the dress that the demon bought you as a gift and spun around on the spot so that he could appreciate how it fits on you.

— «It's just gorgeous, honey! As soon as I saw him, I immediately realized that you would look wonderful in something like this. You're amazing!~ ♡», – he claps his hands and smiles contentedly.

— «But isn't it too short?»

— «No, no! Just right! You look so lovely that I want to kiss you. Or spank», – Asmodeus puts his hands on your waist and seductively grins.

— You briefly say something like «can I choose both options?», deciding to play along with him. But you didn't expect he to go beyond the usual teasing this time.

— He gives you a short kiss near the lips and you blush with surprise. When Asmo sees your reaction, he smiles and his cheeks also turn a delicate pink shade.

— Overcoming the awkwardness, you quietly ask: «Well, the kiss has already been. How about the second option?».

Beelzebub:

— God, he has incredibly cute reactions to any teasing.

— If you suddenly tell this kid to spank you, I swear he'll choke on what he's chewing right now.

— You'll just watch a blush spread across Beel face as he realizes your request, but then he looks down and sighs.

— «I don't understand why you want me to do something like that. I don't want to hurt you».

— He's really afraid he might hurt you because you're so small and he's so big and strong. 🥺

— If you explain to him that this is just a joke, he will smile and say that he is glad because he would not like to hit you.

— If you continue your joke and start explaining to Beelzebub that it might even be nice, then he will nod seriously and begin to finish his meal.

— After that, he'll shoulder you wherever you are and carry you to your room, because he doesn't mind if that's what you want. :>

— (When Beel start spank you, he will be a little scared that he may not calculate the strength, but then he will even get a taste and on your ass there will definitely be traces of his huge palms).

Belphegor:

— Just wanting to annoy Belphegor a little, you woke him up and decided that it would be nice to tease the Avatar of Laziness a little.

— Every now and then, absolutely jokingly, you put your hand on his thigh or whispered ambiguous phrases in his ear while he sighed irritably.

— His displeased expression seemed so funny and cute to you that you could hardly restrain yourself.

— «You're being disgusting, you know?».

— «Really? Well then take it and spank me».

— «Your jokes are so tiring. Don't think I'm going to fall for that», – he yawned significantly and you puffed out your cheeks.

— «Well, if you refuse, then I'll go», – of course you were bluffing. You of both were not in such a relationship and it would be strange to suggest something like that, but... you were so turned on by his quiet, irritated growl.

— Oh, it looks like you've awakened something bad in him.

— You get out of bed and wink at him, intending to leave, but Belphegor grabs your wrist and pulls you to him so that you fall on your stomach on his lap.

— You flinch when one of his hands gets under your t-shirt and lies on your lower back.

— «It was so audacious. If you woke me up, then why don't I listen to you, especially since it sounds fun», – you hear his soft teasing voice and a quiet malicious grin.

— With his other hand, Belphie lightly slaps you on the ass and briefly holds his palm on your buttock, squeezing it through the fabric of your clothes.

— You feel him tense up a little under you, and then the next ringing slap is heard, much stronger than the past.

— You let out a low moan and he runs his index finger along the inside of your thigh.

— «How depraved... If you wanted me, you should have said so earlier. And now take responsibility for your actions, because now I don't want to sleep at all...».

— There is another slap.

A/N: AHHAHA, idk what I wrote! Sorry about this crap. I did it for a very long time and sat with the dictionary, lololol. 😭

[wikipedie]

Important Note: due to conversations with other fans and the fact that OP changed their mind after finishing the show, the original order has changed. Please see the replies for more details, as these lovely people have left pertinent arguments.

Okay, The Mentalist lovers, for the purpose of better understanding the characters, I wanna figure out their love languages. So far I've only tried to figure out for Jane and Lisbon. This post will be about them, but I will try to make separate posts for the rest of the characters as well.

Ok so the love languages are: Quality Time, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service and Gifts.

We can consider both how they like to receive love and how they like to offer it, as I think it can be different sometimes. Most people consider that what you like to offer is what you like to receive but I don't think it's true (for example, speaking for me, offering gifts is much higher on the hierarchy than receiving gifts)

For offering love, I have made the list considering which ones they resort to express love. For receiving, I have thought about which ones make them feel most loved.

Teresa Lisbon

Offer: Definitely Acts of Service. It's probably what she learnt as the oldest sister (and it's a common one for Oldest Sisters) after her mum died (and especially after her father died) and had to take care of everyone. It's apparent in her relationships with everyone. She is willing to help Jane multiple times barely knowing what he's thinking, she offers help and advice to others whenever she's asked and has the constant vibe of "I'll take care of you."

Receive: Maybe controversial take but...Physical Touch. I know she's not exactly a hugger, but I have had people in my life who seemed cold and distant and didn't offer a lot of Physical Touch...but it was precisely because Physical Touch was so important to them. It was their number one Love Language and you'd have never guessed at first but then it made sense. And I think it's the same for Lisbon. She always offers comfort physically when someone is unwell and she longs to be physically close to them when she's worried about them. (I am thinking about that scene with Grace when she got shot and Lisbon told her "Never worry me like this again", standing so close to her. I am also thinking about the scene where Hightower hugs her and I think Physical Touch could be Hightower's top love language as well.)

Observations: She definitely loves gifts as well, she reacts positively to receiving gifts from the team, as seen in the casino episode when Jane buys her jewelry (even if she returns it), as well as her birthday episode. And I would say that the last one is Words of Affirmations. (she doesn't seem to take compliments seriously, ever. Not when superiors do it, not when Jane does it, not when Walter Mashburn did it or when Grace read that article about her in season 2). And she doesn't like to bring attention to herself or her achievements. Honestly she looks like she had to train herself to react with "Thank you", when she receives lovely feedback or compliments. (maybe that could be a fic hmm). I am not sure about the other remaining two, I feel like they could go either way, but I'd put AoS before QT simply because she offers love like that. Also I think she's the type of person who would feel love fiercely even if she doesn't have a lot of Quality Time with that person.

As for offering love order, I don't have a lot to offer as argument, only that I have thought which ones seem to appear more frequently (and make sense for the characters). As such, Lisbon offers a lot of encouraging words and advice, and resorts to Physical Touch in special moments. We don't see her engaging in much quality time with others. While she offers gifts, it's not among her first ways of showing love and care (as opposed to Jane).

Finally - Personal opinion on the order of offering love: Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Quality Time, Gifts

Finally - Personal opinion on the order of receiving love: Physical Touch, Gifts, Acts of Service, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation.

Patrick Jane

Offer: Edit: There is no doubt after finishing the show that his top offering love language is Gifts. It was hard to see previous to Season 6, as he does not do it very often, but there are signs even in S5 and earlier. (ex: the jewelry and watches in the casino episode, the strawberries he buys for the team as an apology...sometime in S1-2, the gifts he gets the team in the Dinosaurs episode in S5) And after those two years, there are indeed the gifts he buys for the new team to get in their good graces and the things he likes to offer Lisbon. He enjoys getting things for the people he loves and knowing he's right. (when he buys Lisbon the wedding ring and doesn't want her to come, because he'll know what to get and he'll enjoy surprising her). If he cannot offer gifts (or is not particularly close to people), he offers Words of Affirmation, which is why perhaps I was tricked at first into thinking that was his main love language. But I stand corrected.

Receive: This one is rather difficult. I am quite sure that Words of Affirmations is pretty high on the list (due to how shy but proud he gets when Lisbon compliments him on something, but then again it could be a praise kink as well lol); however, I am not sure if it is the top love language for him. But if Words of Affirmation weren't his top receiving love language, then my bet would be on Quality Time.

And I don't have a lot to offer to back up my argument except that he is a man that enjoys life (time) and enjoys having a good time. At least at the beginning of the show, he is the type of man that would postpone an investigation to sit on the beach and build sand castles, that would go to a casino with the purpose of learning about the investigation and who generally inserts himself as much as possible in order to be able to figure it out. He is making tea constantly for himself (not that it's much of an argument but the point is that he's making his life pleasant where he can). Up until season 5, he spends most of his time in the bullpen, on the couch, where he can be with everyone. He loves being in a space where everyone is just existing and doing their thing (him reading or napping while they're talking or working for example). And I think that him being more cooped up in the attic in season 5 is actually a good point for it. When his hunt and obsession for Red John are at their highest, he is at his lowest (particularly emotionally). So he is even more withdrawn, feels disconnected. And while all of the love languages are more muted in this season, I think the fact that he has less quality time both with the people in his life, and with life in general are the biggest red flag that something is amiss. (he doesn't even sit long enough to watch the film properly when he meets up with Stiles.) Additionally, I can think of other moments in previous seasons where he'd just wanted his people's company (sharing an ice cream with Lisbon, going to drinks with the team, etc.). Overall, he gives me the impression that you'd destroy the man emotionally if you just told him "I just want to spend time with you." (or if Lisbon told him that) - especially since he's probably a bit used to be considered annoying and unwanted.

Edit: Indeed, I will remain of my opinion that his top Receiving love language is Quality Time. The most important thing to Jane is to spend time with the people whom he loves - particularly Lisbon. Indeed that receiving gifts is much higher on the list than previously stated (he really appreciates them and he's always blown away when he receives something from Lisbon, but he does not expect them and it seems that he does not want to receive gifts on his birthday).

However, I like to back up my arguments, so I will present my reasoning backed up by some evidence. First we have the letter that he sent her while he was away: "I've been meaning to apologise for leaving you on the beach that night. You being absent is the one thing that made this new chapter strange and sad."

Secondly we have the love confession. As some people have pointed out already, what really bothered Jane was not that Lisbon was dating Pike ('What matters the most to me is that you're happy'), but that he would not get to see her every day anymore, that she would go away. And perhaps that she would go without knowing how he felt about her.

Thirdly, there's little things, such as changing the reservations for their weekend getaway, and preferring their wedding to be a very small affair, just a thing shared between them two. (even if he makes concessions for the family and close friends)

Observations: After finishing the show, I can say that Physical Touch is much lower on the scale of love languages for Jane. He doesn't really touch people a lot, except when he has a reason (including Lisbon. You can notice in the above statement, that he is telling her that he wants to spend time with her, but still holds his hands intertwined to himself. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but if Physical Touch was important to him, he would be more open - see Lisbon's posture.) I would say Acts of Service is the last one, still, because he still has a lot of trouble accepting help, and prefers to do things by himself.

Finally - Personal opinion on the order of offering love: Gifts, Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Acts of Service, Physical Touch.

Finally - Personal opinion on the order of receiving love: Quality Time, Gifts, Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Acts of Service.

[conarcoin]

okay so the thread starts with them saying that this happened a while ago (4 years as of when it was posted in 2021, meaning i assume everything took place around 2017; 6 years ago now). the girl in the clips is an ex-girlfriend of his, and she basically accounts how he would yell at her, threatened to kick her out when he was unhappy with her (they lived together when he first moved to sao paulo). she tells a story about how he woke up one morning and he took her phone into the bathroom (they had the same phone, so she didn't realize) and went through her messages, and kicked her outside of the house while she was in her pajamas because he found a text from a guy (she was telling the guy that they shouldn't talk anymore because her boyfriend would get jealous). the video below the first clip is the full stream/video (don't have time to watch it rn, but it's titled "an abusive relationship"

the instagram lives is ranting about her relationship with him. she says that despite them both not really knowing what they were doing, there's no excuse for his behaviour, and that she's only recently started getting therapy to unpack what she went through. she's apparently forgiven him, moved accounts, and changed a lot of her content to try to move past it, but she still gets attacked and victim-blamed over speaking up. a lot of the thread is just op discussing that, and how people can change, but there's no excuse for her still being harassed by his fans so many years later.

it ends with op saying that the expose isn't to attack cellbit, but more to defend her, saying she shouldn't be crucified for simply stating her experience and emotions. they say that the point of it was to explain why she still receives hate, so i guess it was less of a callout to him and more to his fanbase? it doesn't state anything of what he said about it, his apology, etc, it seems to be much more focused on the fanbase's reactions to her.

thank you so much for this

[scoobydoodean]

About Me Being a Jackass

So. As some of you saw, the other day I fucked up. I am not going to apologize for the fact that something offended me or for my opinion, but I am sorry for how I addressed it. Regardless of how much or little offense what someone else said made me feel, I am the bigger asshole at the end of the day, because I perpetuated a message that screenshotting people’s tags to shit on them behind their back is okay.

@ original person involved: I haven't deleted my posts, because the nature of Tumblr is that other copies of what happened remain on various blogs regardless, and I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to hide what was said at least until I had made this post establishing that I am the asshole. However, I will go back and hide everything from being visible to randoms opening the notes to minimize the potential of you receiving grief from anyone, and if you would like me to, I will also DM this post to those who reblogged the original incident and ask them to delete their copies of it from their blogs. I can’t promise compliance, but I figure if I ask nicely as the OP, I might have decent luck.

Back to the general audience: I have a few lessons for myself here, and I hope you read them and consider learning from my mistakes too (if you aren't already too smart to be like my dumbass).

Never respond to something that annoyed, offended, irritated, or grossed you out at 3AM. This is, universally, a bad idea. This is something I actually know already, from my many years on the internet, so there isn't an excuse. I have had, "Oh thank god" moments before when waking up to look at things I decided the night before, to not put out into the world and to sit on instead to see how I felt about them the next morning. Rarely have I ever woken up no longer feeling negatively about what someone else said, but I at least wake up with a clearer head on the appropriate response to it. So don't do it. Just shut the fuck up and go to bed. You will save yourself from a lot of stupid decisions.

Never assume that using tags to comment on something means it won't get screenshotted and re-tagged with more note-passing-in-class-style commentary. The person who tagged my post didn't expect anyone to respond. They likely expected at most for their friends to maybe like it and maybe a reblog with '#prev'. I responded to the tags they didn't expect me to comment on while also tagging my addition for something and expecting it to stay on my blog and for nobody to reblog the tags I had added, which was fucking dumb considering the thing I literally just did is make somebody else's tags show hole.

Never assume that reposting something to a sideblog where you don't have very many followers is sufficiently private. It is still an online space. It is not private. If you MUST be upset and vent IMMEDIATELY because you CANNOT help yourself, send it in a DM to your friend instead.

Never assume that leaving off someone's username from their tags when you screenshot them is sufficient to protect that person's identity. Especially not when you are stupid and screenshot their tags on the very post where they tagged what they tagged. There is no excuse for me, because just the other day, I saw someone else post a screenshot of tags on one of their posts (in a separate post, to disagree with them) and almost reblogged it, but then realized that would spread it further around the circle and would feel like bullying to me because it was all being said behind their back. Then my dumbass went and did something that fostered an even more potentially harmful environment for another person... by doing the same thing on the actual post. To my knowledge, I don't believe anyone retaliated directly against the person in question through their mailbox or DMs (and if anyone did, I will lob a spear into your computer over wifi), but I created a potential that was very real for that to happen, and the actual outcome, where people were just shitting on them in my notes, was already bad enough. Just don't screenshot tags you don't like to talk about them, actually. Go to bed. Later on, maybe write your own post in your own words about the idea you saw that you didn't like (not the person who said the idea—the idea. The person is just a person). You'll have a clearer head then anyway and you'll be a lot more eloquent and level-headed.

If the joke you are telling by being snarky about someone's tags you screenshotted is "Haha now we are all mischaracterizing each other", don't go back 5 minutes later and tag what they said for biphobia. If you keep looking at what they said and find it offends you more and more because that's genuinely what you see in it regardless of what was intended, just delete your reblog. It isn’t like you’re having a fun time like you were 5 minutes ago. You are promoting something that makes you feel bad and you have figured out at least one reason why. Also, it will turn into accusations of someone being an evil irredeemable villain when other people pass it around to shit on the person for what they said and what you said about what they said and add more transgressions they committed to the list (see Part 2). If you believe something is intentionally and maliciously offensive (that wasn't the case here FYI) you still shouldn't put it on the dash imo because you'll be giving it a platform. You should block the person if you believe they're actually a bigoted asshole.

Remember that this is all media.

When an offended party's friend DMs you, and in the process of trying to defend their friend while extending an olive branch, actually hands you an olive branch full of spiders (i.e., saying more things that make you go 🙈) just don't respond and move on with your life. It isn't worth it. Tangentially: on the initial (before shit hit the fan) subject and everything you two have left me with as responses from the thread of the initial subject... I won't respond any further about our differing analysis, because I can tell you for a fact it won't be productive. Based on what has been said so far, and how each successive argument that has been brought up included more things that I vehemently disagree with in terms of how it frames a person's lived experiences and issues and how they define a person's value... we simply shouldn't continue talking about it. That doesn't mean I think you're bad people, but it does mean the conversation will only come with more bad vibes for all of us and more hurt feelings. Once again: sorry for being a flaming jackass.

[heliopauseentertainments]

👀👖🌈(for Reforged)

Fanfic Ask Game (the movie, the sequel)

Thank you for your patience; I meant to answer this yesterday.

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

Uh, you know what, that's a good question. I don't think so. Originally, there had been a few but I ultimately decided to post them.

The first one A Letter of Resignation, because I wasn't sure how that type of MegaStar take would be received. I only got two mean anons about it, so it turned out okay.

The others were any of the more adult content, before I decided to just have a sideblog specifically for it, which solved the problem.

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

It depends on what I'm doing. Planner usually.

Longfic? Planner (ideally). Ship Weeks? Planner (with some pantsing of details)

Short fic? Sometimes planner, but often pantser.

🌈 What inspired you to write Reforged?

Originally, when I was still new to TF and was poking around the #megarod tag on a blog dedicated to the ship, there had been a post that I had seen reblogged (OP was nsfw-squid-in-disguise).

I went back and somehow managed to find it: post here. It gave me an IdeaTM and now a bit more than 2 years later there is the longest by word count (as of the time of this post) single MegaRod work on AO3. I did not mean for it to get this long; I am still kicking myself.

Here's the text of the post for those who don't wanna go clicking around: "...[F]iclet idea where Rod goes to Caminus and they’re convinced he’s Solus prime reincarnated and they think Megatron is his consort-protector and I just

Megatron actually fulfilling the role and them sharing a kiss in secret at some point because Megatron has wanted to be in that role for so long and has been like in love with Rod from a distance and just"

Did I actually include all of those plot points? No. I was originally planning on it, but when I was defining the shape of the plot, some things didn't quite fit.

Still, I can't say this post wasn't the inspiration. It definitely was. I should go back and link the post on the fic, actually. I knew I forgot something.

Thank you for asking!

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Title: "A Life With No Regrets"

For day one of @heaven-ecologist Angel appreciation week! (Yes I'm behind on the prompts I know) Happy birthday, I don't know when your birthday is op but have a lovely birthday week!

Angels Week 2022 - Tumblr | Ao3

Fandom: Supernatural

Prompt(s): "Vessel"

Relationship(s): Alfie(/&)Samandriel (can be read both ways)

Rating: Gen

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 2,919

"I have them; my family, the others… and you."

His chest tightened. "And me," he confirmed.

"In a way, it was you or my father." Samandriel furrowed his eyebrows, "I suppose I made my choice."

"Do you regret your choice?" The words left his mouth before he registered what had came out.

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The bag crumpled in Alfie's hand as he handed it off. "Thank you, come again."

He received a smile as the customer left. The bell rang and lingered in the silence of the empty restaurant. It had been a slow day, a few customers coming in every so often but never enough to get near to overwhelming him. 

Though, the smile he had greeted and said goodbye to the customer with, had stayed plastered on his face. He had woken up happier than ever and the feeling was a reminiscence of the day. Maybe it was because he had learned that the apocalypse—which was a possible factor that could happen to the world—was indeed not going to happen.

Samandriel had told him the news with nothing but utter excitement and content of words that his family was finally okay again. 

Yet despite the end of what the angel had originally asked his permission to take Alfie's body. He never left. Well… granted, he did have to leave for some periods of time to return to heaven with his siblings. He knew Samandriel didn't have to come back, nor did he expect him to, he was one of the protectors of the souls in heaven after all. And yet, Alfie found himself saying yes time and time again whenever he came back to earth.

He enjoyed his presence and that made him happy, maybe it made Samandriel just as happy too. But his smile that refused to leave his face as he worked his shift wasn't from all these thoughts. And while they did have an influence, they weren't the leading cause.

The cause was maybe half due to the fact that no one could see the angel spinning on a chair behind the counter. Alfie tried to say that it was the former reason, and yet, his smile only grew as he continued to watch his friend spin himself in dizzying circles.

The sight made it hard to talk and continue his job with a straight face so he didn't try to fight it. Taking the compliments he had received from the customers and co-workers about how happy he was. He couldn't exactly tell them that an angel of the lord named Samandriel was entertained with the spinning chair in the corner without sounding insane.

He cleared his throat through the silence hoping to grab Samadriel's attention, only the angel kept spinning. A part of him worried that he was going to make himself sick and throw up. Though he had seen the angel go through worse and decided not to worry too much.

An airy chuckle escaped his mouth as he shook his head and grabbed for a rag to clean the counters with. "Are you having fun?" He lightly teased.

Samandriel's eyes met his as he stopped spinning. His eyebrows furrowed down in thought before he nodded his head. "I believe so." 

Alfie opened his mouth but the sound of Samandriel's feet leaving the floor and the chair once again spinning interrupted what he was going to say. He chuckled. "An angel of the lord entertained by a spinning chair," he commented more to himself than Samandriel. "Who knew."

"My brothers say we are no longer my father's angels." 

"What, are you Charlie's angels now?" He joked.

Samandriel's spinning stopped as a confused look graced his face before he answered. "I am not related to Charlie Bradbury, although she is kind."

"That's… uh." He shook his head, he didn't have the heart.

The corner of Samandriel's lips twitched before he broke out into a wide grin. "I'm kidding."

He scoffed, "very funny."

"You seem to have a vast knowledge about those things, especially—"

"Okay! You can scooch on out of my brain now."

His grin just grew wider as Alfie felt his face grow warm. Sharing headspace with an angel was not ideal. He sighed, "So how does that whole no ruler of the universe thing work anyway?" He asked before Samandriel could start spinning again. He briefly peaked up from wiping the counter as a confused look was sent his way. 

"I mean no lord—god," he explained, "that can't be good, right?"

Samandriel shrugged his shoulders, swaying the chair lightly. "It has been this way for thousands of years, my older siblings always took charge. This universe was run by them, the demons in hell and other deities while my father played human," he supplied. "The only difference now is he's…"

Alfie grimaced. He had been there multiple times to witness first hand the dysfunctionality that was Samandriel's family. The small spats and sibling arguments that rivaled any he had ever seen. What little he could see of it was overwhelming, and yet he knew it was worse for Samandriel. Older brothers that squabbled constantly only for the rest to sit back, helpless and watch it all unravel.

"I'm sorry, Sammie," he softly muttered.

Samandriel raised his head with a gentle smile and shook his head. "I like this—now. Even if it means my father is gone. My siblings are finally together with love again, how it once was." His voice grew softer as his smile grew fonder. "I have them; my family, the others… and you."

His chest tightened. A gasp of breath in the new air and unwalked ground. The all too hopeful gaze directed towards him was held as a smile climbed on his face. "And me," he confirmed.

"In a way, it was you or my father." Samandriel furrowed his eyebrows, "I suppose I made my choice."

"Do you regret your choice?" The words left his mouth before he registered what had slipped out.

Samandriel didn't answer quickly or appeared to be in deep thought. He blinked as the question that ghosted through the air, left to be like an annoying itch instead of something head-on.

Guilt started to claw at Alfie, he wanted to rip back his words as quickly as he said them. The somber expression on the angel's face made it all the worse as they both sat in silence. 

In a way, he wanted to know. That if Samandriel had another chance, would he choose humanity again or his father? The selfish manner or thought that was there lingered. He wanted confirmation for his own mind and heart that he—humanity would be chosen again. And yet, in the same breath, he didn't want to hear the truth if it wasn't that. He wanted a lie in its most concealing form and the truth to be hidden away no matter how bright it shined.

"I—"

"Samandriel…" he interrupted before he could finish his thought on what he was to say. He couldn't hear it, he couldn't bear the thought of it.

The word left with one breath and he gasped for another as those same eyes met his. He watched him with intent and whole trust surrounded by a world with familiarity of puzzle pieces missing and growing unknown feelings just as peculiar.

He watched as Samandriel's expression changed, thought to a sudden worry as he cocked his head. A misunderstanding or confusion that Alfie could say was plausible. Be it the interruption and tone of his voice, or simply the use of the angel's full name that many—including himself—had deemed a mouthful. He too had his own confusions when it came to others and feelings.

He shifted as he directed his gaze anywhere but the angel. "You don't—"

"Alfie!"

He jumped at his boss's voice, fumbling with the rag in his hand as she walked in sporting a kind smile.

"How's everything going?"

"Oh, um… slow day." He smiled and gave a pointed look around the empty restaurant.

"It is," she acknowledged. "How much longer is your shift?"

"Umm…" he felt his clothes for his phone before remembering it was in the break room.

"Twenty-eight minutes and thirty-three seconds," Samandriel supplied.

"What he s—" he quickly faked a cough covering up his mistake of acknowledging the angel that no one else could see.

She shot him a confused look. "What?"

"Twenty-eight minutes! I said—Uh," he cleared his throat, "twenty-eight minutes."

"Right…" she said warily, "Why don't you take the rest of your shift off, I doubt any more people will be coming by anytime soon."

"Yes, uh, Thank you," he smiled as she turned and left. 

He let out a breath he was holding. "That was a close one." He walked past Samandriel and disposed of the rag, their previous conversation left unfinished. "We should get out of here before someone else thinks I'm talking to myself." 

The cap on his head was the first to go as he made his way to the break room. He grabbed his bag as he started to remove his uniform. Well… almost. His hands froze as he turned and came face to face with Samandriel. "Uh… Sammie?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting," he replied simply.

"I'm uh, y'know… gonna change."

Samandriel just blinked. 

He sighed. "Just…" he grabbed him and faced him towards the wall. "Stay like that till I say to turn around 'kay?"

His head bounced lightly from where he faced the wall. 

Alfie found himself with a fond smile on his face for the umpteenth time that day as he reached for his bag and grabbed the extra change of clothes he kept in there. "Us humans tend to enjoy our privacy," he commented, kicking off his shoes.

"We angels are private about things as well."

"Really?" His tone bordered on incredulous. "You guys aren't exactly embarrassed when it comes to nudity." He had learned that one the hard way.

"Our wings are rather private to us."

"I saw yours that once." And he would never forget the sight. At the end of everything when they were all at peace from the constant war and the angels finally were to return to heaven for the first time together. With one small snap, the wings they all had heard the fluttering of so many times before were visible.

He had gasped at the sight. The colours and sizes all varied from Michael's ash grey wings that triumphed over all his siblings, down to Samandriel's small soft cream coloured wings. It had taken everything in him to not reach out and touch.

Samandriel's head dropped as he shifted a bit in place. "It's a rare occasion for… certain people when we allow them to be visible to the human eye."

"Oh…" he pulled his arms through his shirt and started working on the buttons. "Do they actually look how you showed them to me?"

"What you saw is the manifestation of my grace suitable to not burn your eyes out."

"Right, true form, not suitable for human eyes."

"Not suitable for earth in general," Samandriel stated. "My brothers told me that after the incident with the dinosaurs."

He stopped on the last button at the top as the comment sunk in. "Wait, wait, wait…" he grabbed Samandriel's shoulder and flipped the angel around to face him. "Your brothers killed the dinosaurs?!" 

"Michael says that it was our baby brother's fault but Gabriel always argued otherwise"

"What does he say happen to them?"

Samandriel shrugged, "never said."

He scoffed in disbelief. This is what his life had come to. "Can't ever have nice things huh?"

"With my many siblings?" He shook his head, "No."

"Well, come on." He bumped his shoulder and grabbed his bag. "At least we can have some nice things."

"What things?"

"A lot of things," he replied. "Or more importantly Ice cream."

"Ice cream?"

"Mhm," He hummed. "Best invention since pizza."

Samandriel smiled at him. "I've had neither."

"You can't be serious?"

"The times I've been on earth have all been for a reason. I mostly always stayed in heaven; guarded the souls."

Alfie grimaced. Every time the angel spoke about his purpose in the past, he only ever mentioned being the guardian of the souls. As if that was the one and only purpose he served. "Still," he argued, "I can't believe you've never had ice cream before?"

"I don't require food to live."

"Ice cream is not a requirement for life. Although some people would say otherwise—but forget that. Come on." He grabbed Samandriel's hand and dragged him out the door. 

The once bright sun was dimmed in a hued ombre of colours. He knew he was going to regret the baby blue button-up and shorts he had changed into very soon by the rate the sun was disappearing at.

"Where are we going?"

A slight tug on his hand had him stuttering in his steps. He halted and turned back around. "We have to show you the wonders of ice cream, Sammie." With another tug, the angel was steadily following him as he made his way around the corner and to a nearby ice cream vendor.

He dropped Samandriel's hand as he ordered and accepted the two vanilla cones before handing one to him.

"Cheers." He bumped the cones together before digging into his own.

Samandriel gave it a peculiar look before he too started to eat it.

"Do you like it?" He asked as he watched the angel's face for any indication.

"Most things taste like molecules."

"Are ice cream molecules any good at least?"

"They're… different." 

"Sweet?"

"Sweet," Samandriel repeated with a small nod, "like comfort."

"They call it comfort food for a reason."

"I can see why." He took another lick of the melting ice cream.

Alfie chuckled, "I'll take that as a yes then." Despite having something to concentrate on, he kept his gaze up. Time to pass that his eyes followed Samandriel's movements. The childish gleam as he lapped up the melting sugary treat. 

Alfie's own getting less attention and dripping to the napkin around the cone. He looked away from the still unsuspecting eyes as he licked the sticky sweetness from the edges of his fingers and the aftermath of the heat.

His heart beat heavily as he took a deep breath. The presence next to him demanded his attention and he could only ignore it for so long. A constant pain that left throbbing and bruising from where its impression first was. Something that only time would change and yet each second agony with a tied tongue.

A loud crunch brought his attention back to Samandriel. A small edge of the cone was gone from his ice cream, yet the evidence remained on the corner of his mouth.

Alfie lightly chuckled. "You have…" he gestured to the corner of his mouth.

Samandriel tilted his head.

"Here." He grabbed one of the clean napkins and closed the distance between them, wiping away the bit of ice cream on the corner of Samandriel's mouth.

"There you go…" his hand moved away but the rest of his body didn't. The small distance seemed to be almost smaller as he met Samandriel's eyes, dancing across his expression for something—anything to grasp onto. 

Samandriel quickly dropped his head from his gaze, staring down at the melting ice cream between them. "I don't; so you know," he said in nothing more than a whisper. "I don't regret my choice."

Alfie swallowed, he knew the conversation would come back around. "You chose humanity?" He still couldn't comprehend why. It had been more than his brothers and sisters, it was more than the people they had met. More than humanity.

"I chose people who love and care about me rather than an absent father I'd never met." His tone didn't falter as his words spilled from his mouth like a command. "There are many things to regret when you've lived as long as I have, but this is not one of them." He raised his head and allowed their eyes to meet. "I'd make the same choice a thousand times more."

His words echoed on the edge of devotion. A choice of right and wrong that only played at the end of the story. If mistake was the aftertaste to choice, Alfie wondered how his words would change. 

Yet when all was said and done, Samandriel had already made his choice. And truth be told, Alfie has chosen his as well. All those yes's that he gave without a second thought could have very well been the opposite. No hesitation for the angel's wanted return despite all the situations he knew were inevitable. 

"Then," Alfie slightly raised his ice cream, "to no regrets?"

He smiled. "No regrets," he repeated.

Alfie hurriedly finished his ice cream, disposing of their napkins as they walked aimlessly. A chill coursed his body, making him shove his hands into the pockets of his shorts. "It's getting dark."

"Home," Samandriel said. It wasn't a question so much a statement from the angel.

"So I'm walking you to a sandbox?" He questioned. "Not exactly too romantic if I have to say, and I've been on some pretty bad dates."

Samandriel scoffed at him. "No… I mean home." He held out his hand, palm up as if waiting for it to be taken.

Alfie looked down at the gesture, fingers twitching for the warmth that had escaped too soon. A free invitation on a dare mixed with the unsaid truth they both knew laid dormant. An unacting tease as the question really was: how long?

He obliged. The vice grip from earlier melted into their shared warmth as he carefully laced their fingers together. 

"Home?" He asked for confirmation.

Samandriel smiled, "home."

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686343365338464256 Want to say thank-you to OP for this post, because this is something that has bothered me for years. Novella roleplayers get called snobby, elitist, gatekeeping, uptight assholes all the time by people who don't match the partner criteria they're looking for, and who want to be accepted anyways because they have this weird presumption in their mind that the total mismatch of writing style is somehow not going to be an issue for them, and they want the exception made. But I'm really trying to be fucking helpful, and prevent problems for both of us! So like, what's the big deal, in honesty? I'm just saying, hey, I write novellas. I'm a verbose writer, and it's a huge stressor to need to restrict my post lengths to match someone who writes like, a paragraph per post, because it's not natural for me. And even if I didn't restrict the length of my posts, every single time - literally, every single time - the mun has told me something like, "I'm too intimidating, I can't RP with you any more, I can't match you, sorry!!!". I don't want a single-para or one-liner RPer to feel pressured to match me, and I don't want to waste my fucking time. I can't be responsible for someone else's insecurities. I'm not a fucking novella mentor. In my experience, this intimidation nonsense has ALWAYS happened with single-para RPers I tried to interact with. I tried interacting with them because I wanted to be inclusive, because they asked, because they said they were okay with getting super different lengths, etc, and because I was just tired of getting crap from them about how I'm "not inclusive". But in actuality, it was NEVER okay with them to receive long replies, even if they insisted up front to persuade me to write with them, and it was demoralizing to always hear "i'm too intimidated!". It gets to you after a while, especially if you do nothing objectively wrong. Why would I subject myself to that when I have mountains of evidence behind me that it always came from interacting with roleplayers who weren't naturally novella writers? So I gave up. Nobody wins. I don't accept them now. Of course, you still get the people like you mentioned, OP, who don't understand this. You still get assholes who whine about not fitting your partner criteria, because they think it would be SOOO much better if my "elitist ass" just accepted them. Like, no, I'm fucking helping you out here, and myself, but thanks for implying self-care isn't a thing and you're entitled to waste hours and hours of my time and frustrate me, even though you should know (which my rules say transparently) we're not compatible.

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ooo questions for fanfic writers!! answer however many you'd like! <3

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? 4. What detail in take everything with you (but leave the sun behind) are you really proud of? 15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written? 21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in Beneath the Skin, Through the Heart, what would it be? 42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

thank you!! ♥

So many juicy questions omg. i have to drop by your inbox too later >:) (once i check to see what's already been asked XD)

Okay!! for #2, oh boy, let's see...

the number one tag is "One Piece Bingo" with thirteen works, but by my decree, that doesn't count. MOVING ON, we've got "smut" with ten works and, yeah, that kind of fits. especially with the demon that was Kid week—hot damn, did i do smut for that. Next up is "Angst" with seven works, then "Established relationship" (6), "Alternate Universe—Modern Setting" (5), and finally, "Nightmares" (5). Honestly, the only one im surprised by there is "modern setting." i didn't think i wrote that many, though the rest of these sure fit imo. i do love my angst and smut XD

#4: What detail in take everything with you (but leave the sun behind) are you really proud of?

That's a tough one i do love this work a lot. hmm. I am gonna say im proud of the prose, though that's more of an overarching thing than a detail. Nonetheless, it's still a lil foray outside of my usual writing style and i enjoyed it <3

Now a detail so i can actually answer this question... im gonna say this bit towards the end:

"Her wings spread of their own accord, allowing her to feel the cold wind through her feathers once more. His first words to her came to mind. Hello, little bird. Would you like me to take you away from here? Yes, she chanted, yes, yes, please, anywhere you want to go."

It's precious to me. I don't know why,, it's got a lil undercurrent of "wow you are so fucked" but also peacefulness and i was jumping out of my skin to write it down <3

#15: What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

Oh my god this is so tough. It's stuck between two right now—one of them I've only written like, half a paragraph for (you know the one) so im gonna say it doesn't count yet.

Winner then has to be then my One Piece Demon Slayer AU. God, I wanna write more of this when i have the time, but right now, there's only one work out there in the realms: Pink is the Prettiest Color (if you check it out heed the tags!!). I just love both OP and KNY so much... and swords are so sexy... ANYWAY i've got like. a whole conspiracy for this au i believe ive cursed you with it in the past. SOMEDAY im gonna write more for it >:)

#21: If you wrote a “missing scene” in Beneath the Skin, Through the Heart, what would it be?

ahhhhhhh what a good question. I'm almost tempted to say "the wedding" but that's such a cliche answer let me think about it.

It's hard because that's one of my favorite works and I feel like it's pretty solid as is. Now, the question is—am i thinking of a scene i would like to have added, or a later addition/standalone that's connected but not required for the story? In the first case, I think a "experimenting with makeup" and such scene would have been cool. It's silly and small (and i have no fuckin clue how makeup works) I think it would have been a cool scene to further explore Rosi's newfound femininity. now, in the latter case, first thought that comes to mind is the honeymoon. skip the wedding, vows, whatnot, and straight to the married bliss. im a sap like that (also, more smut >:) I do love my katacora smut). I'm not sure if I'll ever add more to this, but these are tempting thoughts!!

Last but not least, #42: Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

ABSOLUTELY. I got one that is very nsfw so I will spare you that one—but another of my faves is a pair of comments on Pink is the Prettiest Color (1) (2). They were very sweet and flattering, of course, but I could also feel the love for the works and the love for both of the fandoms!! They melt me <3

Of course, all essay comments also hold a very dear place in my heart. they make me want to cry every time i see them—like, oh my god, someone enjoyed my work that much?? holy cow asdfsjfovhs

Thank you for the questions, my dear dear gen <3 these are so much fun to think about

(dang this post got long. Here's the questions if anyone wants to ask away/reblog for themselves!)

[wild-rise]

Do It Better (Part One)

||Bucky x F!Reader||

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have a bet going to see who can last longer without the others touch.

Warnings: Smut!!, Oral female receiving, masturbating (female)

Notes: Just some very not at all wholesome Bucky Barnes Smut <3 This is part one of two!

"Quit touching me Buck! I'm trying to focus here!" you let out a frustrated sigh as Bucky chuckles still trying to cover your neck in sloppy kisses.

"You can't take a small break doll? Just real quick I promise. I'll make it worth your while." Bucky seductively whispers in your ear making sure to add a little more pressure where he's holding your hips. You were currently focused on prepping your tactical gear for a mission when Bucky decided now would be a great time to be a distraction.

"C'mon doll you don't have to leave for the mission for another hour." Bucky groans when you slip out of his grasp. "First off Barnes, you're "real quick" is going to turn into all night and we can't afford to postpone this mission. Secondly, I'm trying to make sure I have what I need so I'll be using my time sparingly. That means prepping and not getting entangled with you; there's plenty of time for us to do that after the mission." You turn back around and continue to gear up as Bucky huffs and starts doing the same.

He's quiet for a moment before he breaks the silence. "You couldn't last a day without my touch by the way." a small smirk playing on his lips. You side eye him and let out a breathy chuckle. "I think that'd be the other way around Sarg." You see Bucky's vibranium arm tense at the nickname then slowly relax as he began to speak. "Doll I didn't have a sexual experience for 70 years I highly doubt I'd have any issue." You finish getting ready and face Bucky. "Yeah but that was different circumstances."

"How's that doll?" he turns to face you now. "Because you were not James Buchanan Barnes and most importantly you didn't know me." You give him an innocent smile before sashaying away being sure to give your hips a little more swing than usual as you felt Bucky's eyes burning through your backside.

Back at the compound after a successful rescue op you join everyone in the living room to relax and celebrate the victory. You grab a wine glass from the cabinet then fill it and make your way to the couch to be next to Bucky while everyone is listening to Thor tell one of his many tales. After getting your wine in hand and sitting down you go to give Buck a quick peck on the lips when he turns his head. "Nope don't think so sweetheart. I'm not losing this bet." You starred at him in disbelief and confusion."Bet? What be.. are you serious babe. You're still going on about that?"

“Sure am doll, and you’re gonna lose because you know I’m right.” Bucky grins at you and only manage to roll your eyes before you think to yourself.

You wanna play games Barnes

Let’s play

You get up from the couch and waltz into the kitchen and “accidentally” bump into Steve and drop your wine glass. The shatter echos through the room but no one seems to pay it any attention except for Bucky who keeps adverting his gaze to you as you bend down to clean the mess as Steve helps you.

“Talk about a klutz I’m so sorry Stevie!” You make sure to place your hand on his bicep and give it a light squeeze. This causes Steve to take his attention away from the mess looking up and catching a clear view down your top. His faces starts to flare ten new shades of red “Of course yeah no problem Y/N. Um I got this are you okay?” His sentences are barely coherent and you feel that same burning stare from earlier in the back of your head. After giving Steve a quick thank you and tight hug you bend up from your waist making sure to add emphasis on every action. Your suspicions were confirmed when you turned around and saw Bucky staring daggers into you.

You can tell he’s mad.

Good

You decide it’s time for bed and head up to yours and Buckys room after telling the team goodnight. Usually Bucky would be trailing behind you like a lost puppy but tonight he was determined to win. You shower and get ready for bed when you decide to mess with him a little more. You put on the black lace lingerie that drives Bucky crazy and even fix your hair and makeup. By the time Bucky comes to bed you’re sprawled out on top of the comforter locking eyes with him just waiting for him to fold.

“No comfy Winnie the Pooh pants tonight darling?” He asks casually as he’s walking to the bathroom starting his own routine.

“No this felt more fitting.” You say smirking and rolling your head to look at the bathroom door. You hear the sink running and Bucky pokes his head out as he brushes his teeth “it’s too bad, those pants really get me goin you know?” You can’t help but let out a small laugh as he smirks and goes back to his routine.

Finally Bucky emerges from the bathroom in his black pajama pants hanging low on his hips. He crawls in bed next to you and turns out the light.

“Goodnight darling” he softly speaks as he turns his back to you.

Oh no you didn’t Barnes. Fine.

Time to light a fire under him.

After fighting the urge to whine and beg for his touch you start to slowly drag your hand down your neck, to your breast, to your stomach and finally landing at your clothed core. You let out a soft whimper at the dampness between your legs. Moving aside the black lace you trail a finger up and down your slit and let out a light moan as you begin circling your clit.

You pick up the pace and move down to your aching hole and start pumping two fingers in and out as your thumb rubs vigorously on your clit. Your so close to a climax. Refusing to keep your self pleasure a secret moan after moan escapes your lips. Then suddenly there’s light. Reaching away from the lamp by the bed Bucky turns to face you and you continue with your same pace almost feeling the euphoric release. You turn your head to look at Bucky who’s eyes have turned black and his chest is rising and falling as if he just ran a marathon.

He lets out a groan as you finally reach your high. You screw your eyes shut and let your hand fall to your side. Next thing you hear is a soft “fuck it” and not a minute later you feel Bucky dragging your legs down and his mouth on your core. You can’t help but moan at the sensitivity and Buckys rough assault on your pussy as you start to reach another high. You tangle both hands in his brown locks as he expertly laps up all of your juices and circles his tongue on your clit. He brings up his vibranium arm and places it across your waist to hold you in place and brings his flesh hand to your slit and begins pumping his fingers in and out, curling them in just the right spot every single time.

In no time at all Bucky has you cumming on his face. He moans against you sending the vibration through your entire body. You shudder at the contact. He’s not letting up. He continues his assault on you as if this was his last meal.

“Buck please I can’t, it’s too much” you whine at him as you pull on his hair to try and bring him up for air but he refuses. Once again Bucky has you coming undone as you scream his name and let a string of moans fill the room.

Bucky finally comes face to face with you. His face glistening with your arousal as the dimmed light adds a soft angelic glow to him amplifying every chiseled feature. “You can’t tease me all night doll and not expect consequences. And trust me you are far from over with your punishment.” He kisses you hard and passionately as his tongue infiltrates your mouth and you taste yourself on him. The thought alone makes you moan into his mouth. Bucky moves his mouth down to your neck putting sloppy kisses and bites over every sensitive spot. This man knows more about your own body than you do as he brings up his hand up and cradles your head to the side he kisses up to your ear and softly whispers.

“New bet doll, between you and me who can make you cum the most.” He turns my head to look him in the eyes as he drags out his next words

“I bet I can do it better.”

With a devilish grin you knew exactly how the rest of this night would go.

[nexyra]

RWBY's Love Language - Part 2

Hello friend ! I'm back at it with a second part and whatever character I can think of ! (Among which best boy Oscar because he deserves it, and also more adults)

Let's go !

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Oscar Pine

So ! While I love Oscar with my whole heart, honestly guessing his Love Language is no easy feat. One thing for sure : touch isn't is thing even if it's how everyone else chose to communicate their love.

I saw a post a while back detailing how Oscar is always putting his hands up as a barrier when he's scared or uncomfortable and that makes me cry a little instead but it's true TT. Anyway...

In the latest volumes we've got quite a bit of comforting Oscar-talks but I have to wonder how much of that is due to Ozpin's influence really. As a result I've decided to settle on... Acts of Service or Quality Time ! This is based on a few details : when people are upset with him in one shape or form, Oscar was always very eager to prove himself useful, give some aspect of concrete help (such as cooking a Casserole, ringing any bell ?). Plus I imagine that's the exact brand of help his Aunt would have needed most on a farm. Added to that, he always seems fairly happy to be included, be with the others no matter what's going on. Training ? Yay ! A movie with Jaune & Weiss ? Smiling puppy look. Fancy party ? Shenanigans together ! So yea, I love seeing my boy loved and hugged but please everyone settle for the loving he's most comfortable with <3

“She made a choice! A choice to put others before herself! So do I.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I thought you guys would appreciate a hot meal after... spending all day looking for me, apparently.”

“No, it's okay. These past few days, I've been scared of the same things you were. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be... me. But I did some thinking, and I do know that I want to do everything I can to help with whatever time I have left.”

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Ozpin

For our favorite immortal wizard aka not quite dead Headmaster... I think the answer is rather obvious. When you're so careful with your words, but also so fiercely devoted to humanity, Words of Affirmation is a must. Ozpin constantly does his best to calm, to reassure. He's good at controlling the conversation and getting people where he wants... Except he more often than not use it to make them think and help them reach an healing ore motivating conclusion. This man is so insisten on giving and cultivating hope, so painfully aware of just how much words can change... There's no doubt in my mind that it's through these very same words that he tries to fight the darkness in others' mind, even when they don't want to let themselves be persuaded. And with some help from the farmboi, Ozpin is gaining in honesty and earnestness. And that can only help in giving comfort.

But to be honest... If you offer him a hug I doubt he'd refuse, and he definitely deserves one. Also therapy. For Oscar too. Everyone in therapy 2k21.

“Ruby. I've made more mistakes than any man, woman, and child on this planet. But at this moment I would not consider your appointment to leader to be one of them. Do you?”

“It's not every day that friends are able to come together like this. Time has a way of testing our bonds, but it's nights like these that can help keep them stronger than ever. Nights like these are ones we'll never forget.”

“Don't worry, Mr. Arc. Your journey is far from over, and the same might be said for all of you. Unlocking your Semblance isn't the end. It can still grow and evolve. Providing you are willing to put in the work, who knows what could happen?”

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Emerald Sustrai

Now here I'm gonna go ahead and say that the way Emerald has been taught to express her love and the way SHE would rather preffered to be loved most likely do not align. At the side of someone like Cinder, and even Mercury who isn't exactly the most emotionally vulnerable person; the only brand of love that gets an easy pass is Acts of Service, and that's probably what Emerald is the most used to. I can go on a mission with you. I can help. We go right back to the "I can be useful" mentality and I'm not sure she's been shown any other way honestly. Let's be real though : if someone offered a hug or some gentle words ? She'd probably pout & fuss but I hardly doubt she'd object.

“I don't care about Salem! But I owe Cinder everything. You want to fight her that bad? Be my guest.”

“I just... Cinder was the only family I ever had. She cared about me, taught me things... But without her here, I don't know if what we're doing--”

“I've been working on my Semblance. I can help. I won't tell anybody.”

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Pyrrha Nikos

What's with everyone and dedicating their whole love toward just helping their teammates anyway they can ?! Stop ! But any way, you guessed it. I'm pretty sure one of Pyrrha's top way of showing love is Acts of Service, and nothing means quite as much to her as Quality Time. For someone who's been put on a pedestal and has a hard time relating to people; both touch and words can be a bit awkward. But if they're wrapped up neatly in a training session or semblance explanations ? Well that's already a more familiar area. Pyrrha gives her whole to her friends and those she cares about. And in exchange, if anyone can simply... be there and spend time with her... May it be at the ball or simply sitting in the courtyard... I'm sure our girl would be delighted.

“Jaune, you know if you ever need help, you can just ask.”

“I'm constantly surrounded by love and praise; but when you're placed on a pedestal like that for so long, you become separated from the people that put you there in the first place. But thanks to you, I've made friendships that will last a lifetime.”

“I'll do it. If you believe this will help humanity, then I will become your Fall Maiden.”

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Qrow Branwen

If I say Gift Giving for the corvid, is someone gonna hit me ? Come on it's fun ! Okay, more seriously... I think this kind of love conversation is kind of a necessity for Qrow. With a semblance such as Bad Luck, making everything complicated... Qrow tries to keep his distance from those he cares about. And since he's an emotionally repressed (but caring) asshole on top of it... Well that kinda narrows down his option. You know what DOESN'T put anyone at risk but can still bring smiles on their face ? GIFTS. Shiny things, souvenirs from his missions all over the world to give to 2 smol nieces. Sounds safe right ? That said, as any good emotionally unavailable character in this show, I gotta say Qrow probably has a thing for helping out and making himself useful in relation to Oz, Tai or the rest of the inner circle. So you know what that means *whisper* Acts of Service.

That said ! When it comes to receiving some love back... Qrow probably likes everything he doesn't allow himself to have. Soft touches, loving & comforting words, spending time with a friend without his semblance making everything complicated... We know that's all he wants.

“You idiot. I know you didn't do this.”

“Look, pal, I'm not sure who you are, but you need to leave my niece alone.”

“No one wanted me... I was cursed... I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world... I thought I was finally doing some good...”

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Clover Ebi

And among our newbies (and gone too soon) friends we have Clover ! Clover was a very good contrast to our dusty old crow but also a great help. Kind-hearted, perceptive and honest; he knew just how to put Qrow's self-loathing in his place and push him to give himself some credit. He always had a nice word or a joke for everyone, and visibly the rock of the Ace Ops : an expert a keeping the moral up and the mood companiable. Evidently, Words of Affirmation was his expertise. Had things gone differently, I'm sure we'd have had time for many more earnest and helpful conversations with this teal-eyed fisherman.

“It's a good thing they had someone to look up to and get them through it. Not everyone is so lucky.”

“I meant deflect a compliment. Those kids wouldn't be where they are without you. You've had more of an effect on them than you realize.”

“We don't have to fight, friend.”

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Winter Schnee

And today in the "emotionally unavailable" category we have... Winter Schnee ! TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS PEOPLE ! Just - I would say look at Ruby but even she doesn't talk about her bad vibes... Nor does any of the "Words of Affirmation" peeps. Honestly what's wrong with y'all people ? Anyway Winter cares so much. Is it hidden behind professionalism and a stern *big sister* demeanour ? Sure. But it doesn't negate just how much she loves her closed ones. She's fiercely loyal, and even if she doesn't let her personal feelings get in the way of her duty and doing what needs to be done, no one is allowed to say she doesn't care. Countrary to Weiss, Winter doesn't seem as good nor as aware of the love that exists in simply *being* with people. Rather, she's dutiful and ready to help any way she can when given the chance. You guessed it, yet another Acts of Service kind of love... Maybe I'm doing this wrong XD. I'm on the fence about Words of Affirmation as well. Despite her standoffish looks, Winter has always been very open & reassuring during her discussions with Penny. But she's more stern when it comes to Weiss so I dunno x)

“I don't recall asking about your ranking, I'm asking how you've been. Are you eating properly? Have you taken up any hobbies? Are you making new friends?”

“You've grown up a bit, haven't you? You're not the little girl clinging to the family name anymore.”

“You can't just buy trust like everything else! You have to earn it!”

And that's it for Part 2 ! I might do some other characters if people suggest some but I don't have a pressing need to right now. I have many ideas of songs to apply to various characters however so that's prob what my next posts will consist of (or fun templates)

If anyone has tips to create RWBY gifs or links to download the eps in good quality I'll take it ! Good day everyone !

[taeyungie]

em baby :(( don't you DARE think ure gifs arent good :( imo ure THE BEST tae centric giffer out here.. i mean youve really got some real talent and i swear im not joking when i see tae sets in my feed and go like "okay wow these are fucking fine" and then see that youre the OP. its alright, take your time.. no pressure. but i can promise w/o a lie that we LOVE. SEEING. YOU. ON. THE. DASH.

and look, its hard to stay motivated when everyone has shitted outta tumblr and the whole notes saga and like dislike ratio and everyth, but genuinely, i said this a few months back, and im saying it again, u giffers really dont understand how grateful we are when u gif thos exact moment we wanna play on repeat bc its smooth like butter.

look things are hard sometimes, i get it, as ive said a mil times before im going thru the same to.. but i still believe that one day my sun will shine and i truly will be happy w/o any regrets. and i know that there is a morning awaiting for each good soul like you.

and i know i always type u these big ass para, and idk i just, feel like doing it bc i genuinely feel heartbroken, literally, when i see someone so upset over certain things... i just feel like i should make them feel better bc this world sucks but its really a beautiful place if you could focus mostly on the good part.. do i make sense?

emily udek how much of an angel u are... like again, we've had limited interaction but your asks and all that ive seen says a LOT. its not ordinary for a person to receive so much respect on a social media platform and def not easy. and i really like that and thas what made u so approachable to me when i was new here hehe

i promise u it will get better. just start believing in good things for yourself. you deserve the world, dont settle for just petrichor.

idk when i stopped making sense but i really hope u dont believe in what u had posted. believe me when i say youre the finest creator here. dont let petty things get to you <333

and u also dont have to reply to this.. i just want u to believe in the fact that u deserve to be happy. while its human to feel so at certain times, its not permanent. ull get better <33

and also, i feel yo ppl are giving u space.. its aight. hang in there. ull live yo ultimate dream very soon.

anddd lastlyyyy huh. ik its easier said than done, but pls pls try not to let those thigs get to u. we'll make it <333

so SO MUCH LOVEEEE

me @ u

ps. look at our mans lookin all sexy for our prom date sdjbbs💖

LOVE YOUUUUUU [if it wasnt obv enough hehhe]

HOW ARE YOU REAL ISTG 😭😭😭 you're the sweetest human being ever. i don't even know what to say because i'm so overwhelmed with your love and appreciation 😭 everything you said is so sweet and cute and honestly i don't deserve you 😭 and all those pictures 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ i could comment on everything you said but i just :( my heart is so filled up right now and i just wanna cry, your message made me feel so happy and loved :( i'm really glad to know that you think all that about me, i didn't wanna sound like I'm whining for attention because I'm really not but i just can't help feeling that way, pushing aside tumblr and activity and notes because it really isn't my issue here and I can't complain about that - just thank you, your message made me smile ❤️❤️❤️❤️ and the pictures make me wanna cry istg 😭💕💓💗💝💗💖💓 thank you soooo much lovely, I really can't express how thankful i am for what you said, and i hope for the best for you too sweetheart, you deserve everything what's the best and thank you so much for being such an angel!!!! 😭❤️

[kalee60]

Conventionally Unconventional

Steve looked down at his worn jeans, work boots and red flannel over a black t-shirt critically. Was it enough? Would people know who he was? He scrubbed at his five o'clock shadow that had taken too long to perfect and sighed. It would have to do, too late now to change his mind.

"You're fine," Natasha said beside him, looking every inch the perfect catwoman. 

"Yeah but -"

"- oh hey, you're Dean?" A young guy asked, and Steve immediately relaxed, "Winchester?"

"Uh yeah, I am actually." He replied and smiled when the guy told him he'd nailed it, and Natasha leant over.

"Told ya."

As the guy walked off he suddenly turned around, "hey, there's this guy dressed as Castiel around here, he's really good, you should find him, be a great photo."

"Yeah sure, thanks." Steve called out, just glad there were other people dressed up from Supernatural. Although the fact Jensen and Misha were in attendance at the convention probably meant he was one of a hundred Dean's.

Ten minutes of being inside, he discovered he was one of about four hundred, but for whatever reason he seemed to be getting a lot of attention and more photo ops than the others already. 

Laughing that he had nothing to worry about, Natasha disappeared to help Clint with a malfunction with his Riddler costume (no one really needed to see his ass {why he wasn't wearing underwear in the first place hadn't come up yet}) citing she'd be back soon.

So with time to kill before attending the next autograph signing, he moseyed down artist alley, looking at all the wares. He purchased a few pins and badges, idly wondering if he would ever be brave enough to share his artwork at a convention, when he saw him.

Castiel.

Well, the best Castiel cosplayer, and to be fair, the best looking guy he'd seen all day. Actually, ever.

Steel blue eyes caught his and Steve's mouth went dry. The quirk of Cas's lips on one side, like he was amused at Steve's reaction made him blush, yet stumble forward, towards him. His legs didn't listen to his brain and before he knew it they were face to face.

"Hey." He rasped, not understanding how this man was unfathomably even more handsome up close.

"Hey," Cas responded with a broad grin, his voice like liquid lava; deep, slow and hot.

He was a little older than Steve but he was down for that, very much so. They stood for a moment, not saying anything, just checking each other out when someone interrupted them.

"Oh my god, you guys are too perfect, can I get a photo?"

Cas immediately pulled Steve in next to him and put on a blank face, completely in character. Steve tried his best but probably looked like a star struck fool. This man, Cas, was touching him!

"So what's your name, I can't keep calling you Dean in my head, I'm Bucky."

Oh, he liked that, it was fun, flirty and after a moment he realised he'd not replied if Bucky's sparkling eyes were any indication.

"Steve, I'm Steve."

"Well nice to meet'cha, Steve. You make a damn fine Dean."

"Uh, thanks, you make..." he took a breath, trying to tell his brain to speak like the adult he was, "you make an amazing Castiel."

"Hmm," Bucky hummed, but before he could continue they were stopped for another photo. Bucky tugged him in even tighter than before, fingers splayed over Steve's hip.

God, it was good.

When they were alone again Bucky turned to him, "want to grab a coffee, chat - I mean if you're not here with anyone?"

Steve melted, "nah, my friend is off somewhere, I'm all yours."

It took too long to realise the heated look he was receiving might have something to do with his words, and his body thrummed with anticipation on spending time with Bucky.

It was almost forty minutes later and they'd still not made it to the coffee van because they'd been stopped every few steps for photos, but Steve didn't care, he had the biggest grin on his face.

Messing about for photos was fun, more than fun, if he was honest. And Bucky was a natural, slipping into character easily, making Steve blush each time his arm wrapped around his waist.

Then the requests started to come.

- I think you guys should kiss

- You're clearly a couple, make out

- Squeeze his butt

- Dip Dean then kiss him senseless

- Who bottoms - really?

Steve was pinker than he'd ever been in his life, his face burned with it. Embarrassment but also desire warred within him, and for the life of him, he couldn't tell if Bucky felt the same.

Each request was responded with by a small shake of a head and a laugh, and if Steve heard Bucky say 'behave' in his deep syrupy voice again to someone, he'd explode.

"Please kiss," a young woman pleaded with them, the fortieth person so far. "Make my ship sail because canon won't do it!"

Bucky smiled, "I'm sorry, I get it, I really do, but no, I won't kiss Steve… Dean, here."

Steve internally slumped but schooled his features. Okay then, it wasn't the first time he's been rejected or read a situation wrong, but he'd felt literal sparks with Bucky and had hoped the feeling was reciprocated. But, a new friend, that was still cool. He'd have to just swallow down the fact he wanted to see him naked.

The girl left, good naturedly upset that she didn't get the exact photo she wanted, but Bucky did pull him close as if they were about to kiss to appease her, and Steve was left flushed and wanting.

Friends. They were only friends.

Suddenly Bucky leant into him, lips pressed to Steve's ear and he couldn't stop the full body shiver that wracked him.

"Don't pout, Stevie. Just know that when I kiss you for the first time, I'm going to be pressing you against a wall, so I can get my hands down your pants too."

Flushing from head to toe, Steve captured Bucky's eyes, seeing the want reflected back tenfold.

And well, what could Steve say to that proposition?

As soon as they had their joint photo op with Jensen and Misha, they left the convention early, where Bucky made very good on his promise.

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The following year, they did kiss for photos and were the most popular cosplayers of the weekend.

[mari-gt]

Knowing Steve (Strawberry Shortcake part 2)

Hii there! How's it going? Good, very good. I'm doing great either! So another story for another day, wow!

Enjoy it

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After all the night traveling, the girls were getting more tired and suspicious about how close the house of Steve was, because Strawberry was saying everytime that they were closer each moment that has passed.

"How long now Strawberry?" "We are tired." Plum Pudding and Sour Grape complained for Strawberry while they were lunching.

"Today we'll find him." Strawberry said excited for her friends. "You gonna like him, he's so gentle and nice."

"You saying like this looks like you're in love with him" Raspberry joked and Strawberry get red as a tomato.

"I'm n-not in love with h-him! That would be impossible, I j-just like him that's all." She still red and stammering embarrassed, thinking about the possibility on a relationship with Steve, but like she said it would be impossible.

The girls laughed at her and joked even more until Sweet Grape get up from where she was sitting.

"Okay guys give me your dishes and let's keep going." Sweet getting the dishes for wash in her food truck, and Sour putting the leftovers in some cartons. They went in the cars and continue the ride.

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In the next hour, Strawberry flagged for the others stop, she left the car and look around.

"What is it Strawberry?" Lemon looking around to see if she finds whatever Strawberry is looking.

"He was supposed to be here by now..." Strawberry said distracted. "I'll text him, just wait a sec."

She took her phone and text him.

'Where are you? We already here!'

'i'm looking for you, but you're so tiny, haha!'

'Shut up and come here already!'

Strawberry look around and saw a old piece of wood addle near to them.

'we are near a piece of wood addle, can you find it?

'hmmmm I guess... Wait a minute ok?'

'okay...'

She turn off her phone and called for the others. They went through the wood and waited there.

"Finally we'll find somewhere warm and comfortable to stay and sleep! And finally we'll know Steve that Strawberry's love hahaha!" Cherry Jam joked, the girls laughed and agreed about the warm place, they just couldn't wait. Strawberry ignoring the jokes start speaking.

"Alright guys I just wanted you to know that Steve is... a different person." She start hesitantly and was interrupted by Apple Dumpling.

"Like what? A lonely guy?"

"No...?"

"A guy who talks with plants?"

"No."

"A boy who-"

"Just let me finish!" Strawberry yelled for her. "He's just humm.... You know tall, like... Really really tall." She looked to her friends for see if they were understanding.

In the moment Blueberry was starting to ask what Strawberry meant, they heard a loud noise and the ground start trembling. They were scared but not Strawberry, after a second a giant feet appeared next to the wood they were under it.

"Strawberry are you here!?" The loud voice called after her and she start running for it. But she was stopped by a hand.

"Strawberry no don't go there!" Orange pushed her worried about the giant near of them.

"Strawberry?!" The voice called again.

"Don't worry guys it's just him!!" Strawberry let go her hand from Orange and ran again towards the voice.

"I'm here! Hi Steve!" She yelled to her giant friend that get surprised after hearing her.

"Strawberry!" He looked down and kneel with his hands coming to pick her up. When he did this she got a little squeaky, but she wasn't afraid, just forget the sensation.

"Long time no see short stack." He hugged her pressing in his chest, but not so strong for not hurt her.

"I know, I know, you can stop now! Haha"

"Ops sorry, did I hurt you?" He said holding her doing a shell shape with the hands.

"No I'm fine! Just wanna see you're giant face!" She moved away from his chest, looking up and holding the thumb of Steve.

"hah okay." They laugh together ending the longing, so he look down and saw more tiny girls hiding in the wood.

"So this are your friends Starwberry?" He asked curious.

"Yes! Steve this is my friends and girls this Steve!" Strawberry "present" each other.

"Hi guys!" Steve waved his hand that wasn't holding Strawberry anymore and did a sign for they come closer, but they hide under the wood again.

"You don't have to worry, I won't hurt you." He said softly, but it didn't change anything, they were still there.

"Let me down please, I'll talk with them." Strawberry asked and was put down. She went inside the addle wood again to talk with the girls.

"You don't have to be afraid of him, he won't hurt you or else I wouldn't be here." She said trying to convince them to get out and meet him.

"I won't go there with that giant!" Sweet yelled hiding behind her sister that agreed with her like everyone else.

"But he's nice, okay he's big and all, but he's like a person!" Strawberry tried defend Steve. "Just give him a chance" she extend her hand waiting for someone to grab it.

Anyone did it, they to afraid but Apple was trying to consider the request. She was a adventures girl, she looked for dangerous things all the time and that would be a new adventure for post in her blog. So she, hesitantly, got Starwberry's hand and went with her to know Steve.

He received her with gentle smile, she almost ALMOST lost her fear if it wasn't he's giant size, she stopped walking for a moment but Strawberry looked at her and encourage her.

"it's going to be okay."

"yeah s-sure! Okay, everything will be okay." Apple repeat to her self.

"Hi there little one." Steve asked her softly, giving her a little calm. "What's your name?"

"A-Apple Dumpling." She said nervously.

Steve chuckled and was for start to down his hand for pick her up, but he thought it wouldn't be a good idea, at least not this way.

"Do you mind if I pick you up for know you better?" He smiled for her and she looked at Strawberry that gave a confident nod.

"S-sure." She said hesitantly.

He down his hand in flat for Apple climb easily, and she climbed hesitantly waiting for see if he wasn't to do something, but he was just patiently waiting. So when she finally was up the big hand, Steve start lifting her for eye level. She got out a little squeaky of fear, she looked down worried, she was in tall heights consider by the everyone in her size but not so height like that. She put her hands on the eyes, and Steve chuckled.

"it's everything okay?"

"no!" She yelled with the hands still on the eyes.

"Hey looked at me, it's okay I got you." He said gently, and with time Apple take the hands off of the eyes. And when she looked better the view she got excited.

"Woooow up here is better than ever! Look at there that flower is so beautiful up here!" Apple said so excited that Steve couldn't keep it he laughed out louder making Apple shrugged a bit.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't mean it." He stopped laughing, but seeing her happiness was so cute. And then he feel a smell, an apple smell.

"Hmm wow smell good." Sniffing her head to get that better. Apple start to laughing with the touch of his nose.

"Hahaha yes, it's the apple scent that Lemon did for my hair." She explained for him.

"And that's really good, I would like to say her how talent she is but I guess she's hiding in the wood." He looked down trying to see and encourage the others to come.

"Lemon come on! He's want to know you!" Apple yelled to Lemon, and Strawberry tried to get her hand to get close like she did with Apple.

Lemon was starting to get a few steps out of the woods after seeing how Apple was getting fun the giant but when he mentioned her she went back to the wood. Strawberry was still waiting for her, but Lemon couldn't go, so Strawberry went close to her for talk.

"It's okay, look how fun and gentle he is." Strawberry said for change her mind of not going there.

After thinking a bit Lemon took Strawberry's hand and walk with her out of the wood.

"Wait we wanna go too!" Plum and Hunckleberry call for them and run for their encounter.

They walk slowly towards Steve and they admired him of how big he was. Steve put Apple on his shoulder and asked again for them if he could pick them up. Hunckleberry was the first.

"So little buddy how's it going?!" Steve asked for the boy.

"I'm great! Wow your so big haha" Hunckleberry said determined and Steve chuckled again.

"Come on, go in my shoulder." Steve put his hand next to the shoulder for him to be with Apple. And Hunckleberry jumped and stayed with Apple.

"Alright! Come up girls." He put his hands down for pick up Plum and Lemon.

Lemon step back afraid but Plum helped her to get encourage. They were picked up to his face level.

"So who's the talent little girl with the delicious scent hair." He smiled for them.

"I-its it's m-me." Lemon said timidly.

"You're really good at this... And you two smell good too." Steve breath in deeply to get the strong smell of lemon and Plum coming from them.

"T-thank you" Lemon thanked him still timidly and hesitantly.

"What about you? What's your name?!" Steve looked the other girl with purple hair.

"I'm Plum Pudding! Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too Plum! Do you mind if I put in my jacket pocket?" He asked hesitantly.

"No we won't mind" Lemon said a little fearless now.

"okay then." He carefully put them in the pocket on his chest and doing it he looked down at Strawberry that was accompanied by the others.

"Ok so who's next." He smiled at them.

After everyone was on his shoulders and pockets, he get their cars and walk for his car.

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After War — Bucky x OC

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Summary:  Ellie goes to the group therapy sessions Sam still holds whenever he finds time in between Avengers-business. Suffering from PTSD, she struggles to build a post-war life for herself as she can’t trust her brain to not mistake friend for foe. It’s at those sessions she meets Bucky who seems just as damaged by the past as she is.

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Warnings: PTSD, talk of war, delusional episode

A/N: I... Ehm... I haven’t been on this blog for a year...soooo.... hyello. This is a super old thing I said I was gonna write in this post, and I guess better late than never? Right???

"My body is here, at home, but I still feel as if my mind is over there. I still feel as if I'm breathing in the dust underneath the burning sun, having to hold innocent at gunpoint because you have to determine everyone as the enemy. Sometimes it feels like if I reach over my shoulder, I'll feel the rifle right there, just waiting to be used..."

"Your mind is there." Sam agreed, attempting to gain eye contact with the young veteran who couldn't be much older than her, if not the same age. "Your mind is still at war, and it's your job to bring it peace. It is amazing that you can acknowledge the fact that you are not at war, Lawrence, because not all people can. Acknowledging your struggles is a far bigger step on the road to recovery than you can imagine. Being man enough to admit your own weaknesses is your first and greatest step..."

Sam's eyes scanned over everyone and stopped at her. "And being woman enough, of course." He added, causing a few of the other veterans to look her way. "What's your name?"

"Eleanor Conway, but I'd prefer Ellie, sir."

"How many tours?"

"I was First Sergeant in the Air Force, sir. Tours was not something I really did. I flew CSAR op's for three years before moving to Special Operations for my last two years of service."

"Combat search and rescue and special operations? That's some heavy weights you had to lift." Sam kept looking at her, trying to figure out what kind of a person she was. It was her first time in the meeting. He had received her order from court a week prior, giving her the option to either attend his group meetings or spend four months in jail, and that if she was to not show every Thursday night it was Sam's duty to report so.

From what the court order stated, Ellie had been approached by a police officer after she had been idle in her car at a traffic light for over ten minutes. When the officer had knocked on her window, she had tackled him to the ground by throwing the car door open, launched out of her car and on top of him, restraining his arms, only to fly off of him after a few seconds and apologize frantically. Sam didn't need to know much more than that to know that Ellie was yet another victim of post dramatic stress.

He never judged those who came in to the VA office for his sessions, but still he would never have thought she had been such a high rank in the Air Force, and even more surprised was he that she had been doing rescue missions, and special operations on top of that. Those were far from the easy services that the Air Force and the military provided. It would have been strange if anyone made it through all of that without at least a single scar, both physical and not.

"It was, but it's over now." She kept things short and cold, expressing her emotions being something strange and unpleasant in her world. Feelings makes you vulnerable, and vulnerability is not something you can afford when at war, that is something Ellie learned on her first day in the army, and it refuses to leave her mind no matter how much she tries to distance herself from her army days. That fear of being vulnerable latched onto her like a leech, even as war was in her rearview mirror.

"Do you still feel like your mind is at war?" Sam wondered, referring to the previous veteran who had spoken to the group about his struggles.

"No. I'm here." She assured, almost sounding defensive. Sam kept looking at her, trying to think of something to keep the conversation going, but it was clear to him that she wasn't very comfortable with being open, and he just so happened to catch a glimpse of the watch at his wrist after noticing that.

"Alright, that's about enough talking for one day, I'd say. Now, as you all know we work as a team around here, and so what we do is I will give you guys the next half hour to mingle around and find a partner. Why we do this is because it helps us to build a relationship with someone without having to explain or feel embarrassed about our past to them. It's good if you exchange numbers. If you’re having a rough day then maybe you could call your partner and just grab a beer at a local bar or something. It’s little things like that which will help you in the long run, perhaps especially a beer and watching the game on a flat screen." Sam smiled, earning a few laughs from around the room. "You make the rules. Either you want to let your partner into your life or you don't, and whatever path you choose is alright, but each week I'd like you to spend at least fifteen minutes talking to your partner and see how yore both doing, alright? Okay then, let's go. The coffee is going cold."

People began to rise from their seat, heading toward the table with coffee and some water. Ellie remained seated, looking over at the veterans who so easily began to talk amongst one another. They felt comfortable with their own kind, and even though they had never spoken to one another before, they all shared their military past, and somehow that seemed to be enough for them. She didn't recognize the same sense of familiarity. She had worked with others a lot in the Air Force, but when she was flying, she was alone in that plane.

Ellie turned to look down at her hands, but as her eyes moved across the circle of abandoned chairs, she noticed that one wasn't abandoned at all. About five seats to her left sat a man that she hadn't been able to see during the session. His hair was long and dark brown and tied into a knot underneath the rim of his baseball cap. He had his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, and as she looked at him, he noticed her movement and looked over at her only to create eye contact.

Her eyes moved away lazily, not caring that the man clearly had caught her looking at him. She simply sunk down in her seat and let her head fall back, eyes glued to the ceiling. It didn't take long for her to hear the sound of a chair shrieking against the floor to her left and footsteps approaching. The man she had looked at for just a moment sat down in the chair next to her, eyes looking across the room whilst hers were still just looking up.

"I'm Bu-"

"Not interested in having a partner, or whatever." She interrupted him. "Find someone else."

"Who the hell says I want you as a partner?" The man questioned, causing Ellie to raise her head slightly and look at the guy who had no issue with being bold, it seemed.

"What do you want then?" She asked in confusion, not in a rude tone, but not in a particularly friendly one either.

"Well, I was about to introduce myself when some a-hole cut me off." He explained in a cold tone, looking rather annoyed by her dismissiveness. They both maintained eye contact, not saying anything for a few moments, before Ellie eventually reached her hand out towards him.

"Ellie, but you probably knew that already."

"Bucky." He took her hand and shook it when suddenly she noticed that his left hand was being concealed by a black glove. She could only assume he was covering a military injury, just like so many others do after they've served and just like a couple of others in the room. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I can't tell at the moment."

"Wow... I see how it is." Ellie pulled her hand back, tightened her lips and looked ahead of her instead of at him. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he could tell she understood the humor to his words. "It's cool. You don't need to like me."

"Oh if we're talking about liking you, then the answer is a definite no."

"Alright, ha ha... I get it, I was an ass for wanting you to leave me alone. Anything else?" She rolled her eyes back to him.

"We should exchange numbers." He changed the subject, taking her slightly by surprise. "And no, I'm not saying that because you're the only girl in here. I'm saying it because I know Sam better than anyone else here and I know he'll never leave me alone if I don't get one of these partners, nor you, for that matter."

"So we're forced to give our number out and socialize at this place?" She asked, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"No, but you'll have Sam begging you to do it every time you come here, which is twice a week last time I checked." Bucky placed his elbow on the back of his chair and laid his right leg over his left one leisurely.

"That does sound annoying, I'll admit." She confessed before looking over to Sam who stood against a wall in the room to get an overlook of everyone. He seemed to look towards the door in the moment, but Ellie could tell he was watching her and Bucky in the corner of his eye.

"Alright, give me your number." Ellie pulled her phone out from her pocket, unlocking it and opening up the contacts before handing it to Bucky.

"Really?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"You wanna suggest something and then question me when I agree to it?" She waved the phone in his face until he grabbed it. He wrote his number down and named himself before handing it back to her.

"I left my phone at home so if you could just write your number down..." His words faded out as he noticed the strange look she was giving him. "What? You're not gonna give me your number?"

"I have yours. That's more than enough." She shoved the phone back into her pocket, crossing her arms afterwards and leaning back into her seat.

Bucky had just been about to give a witty comment. Across the room, Sam had just been thanked by the veteran who had shared his story before Ellie. By the table of coffee, two men had just realized they both came from the same, small, town in the midwest. It was in that moment that a veteran across the busy room — military jacket clad in pins and medallions — moved underneath one of the ceiling lights. The lamp shone down onto one of his pins and the shiny surface reflected the light from above, flashing across Ellie's eyes.

Her mind stoped. Her entire body froze. It was as if this giant, complex, assembly, of cogs and wheels had been spinning perfectly when someone abruptly jammed a metal rod in the middle of it, causing the entire mechanism to jolt to a stop, jerking viciously as it was trying to spin but couldn't.

Ellie flew back with a vicious cry, the folding chair beneath her being kicked to the side. Her hands were up ahead of her as if she was holding a rifle and she aimed for the veteran with pins across his chest and arms. The chair she had kicked away then lost balance from the sudden move and folded together only to slam against the floor with a loud bang. She let out another panicked grunt and aimed at the ground where the still piece of furniture laid before aiming back to the veteran.

"Sniper... Sniper..." She repeated the words to herself over and over. Her hair hung messily over her face and only one eye was peaking out, her head leaning against her arm as if looking through the scope of the rifle she knew to be holding. In her mind, it wasn't imaginary. She could feel the weapon in her hand. She could feel the coolness of the metal trigger against the pad of her right index. The room wasn't a room anymore but it was the desert, and in the distance there was mountains. In a small crevasse in the midst of the orange rocks there was the reflection of a sniper rifle scope, and she had her eyes locked on the enemy.

"Out." Sam called, eyes open wide and locked onto Ellie. As no one moved, he turned his attention to the twenty people still in the room. "I said get out."

People started to hurry for the doors. The only one that didn't seem to be in a rush was Bucky, who still sat in the chair that had been right next to hers. He looked at Ellie with parted lips and an empty stare as her head snapped from side to side as she paranoiacally saw more and more threats around her. His eyes moved to Sam for a moment who was just pushing out the last people through the door.

"Barnes..." Sam said after spotting Bucky still seated only a few feet away from Ellie, nudging his head towards to doors he stood by, hoping Bucky would get the hint and leave with the others.

"What's happening to her?" Bucky asked, eyes still on Ellie, or whatever was left of her with them since her mind was clearly elsewhere.

"PTSD..." Sam sighed, walking quickly cross the room to retrieve his phone. He knew it said nothing in the court order or the emails he had gotten associated to Ellie's case about how to deal with her episodes, but even though he knew that he wanted to double check.

"No, this is something else..." Bucky disagreed. He knew PTSD, and whatever Ellie was going through was not that.

"She's only here because she goes to jail otherwise." Sam said in a stressed tone, knowing he probably shouldn't share the information with Bucky. "She attacked a police officer during one of her episodes and either she comes here to try and get better or she goes to jail."

"What is she doing?" Bucky rose from his seat, taking a few steps back to give Ellie some room.

"The damn girl has spent five years assigned to amongst the most dangerous fields within the military and she's not even twenty five years old. I think you can imagine a couple of things that might have traumatized her." Sam spat back, almost a little annoyed by how ignorant Bucky seemed, even if that wasn't the case.

"Ellie?" Sam gave up on the emails he had received about her and instead walked up to her slowly, watching her every move to see her reaction. Her head snapped to him, the lines seen through her scope crossing one another in the center of Sam's head. Although there was no weapon and Ellie was the only one who could see it, even Sam could tell that her aim was impeccable. "Eleanor?"

She was still just mumbling the word "sniper" on an endless loop, eyes glazed over as she was looking at something completely different than what both Bucky and Sam were.

"Ellie? Can you hear me?" Sam kept trying to get some sort of contact, but she was so lost in her mind she couldn't even hear him. Bucky was quiet and simply observing the situation before him. He did try and imagine what Ellie had been through, and none of it was pleasant. He had never heard of someone so young being such a high rank and doing such serious missions, and it threw him off a little. When he looked at her it was as if his brain couldn't puzzle her and her military background together. She just looked like a normal girl.

"Ellie you need to calm down, okay? You're in the VA office, back home. You're not in the military right now." Sam continued his efforts in vain. She couldn’t hear him. She wasn’t even in the same country as him in her head. She was alone. Over intercom she heard her commanding officer every now and then, and in the distance there was the enemy, but other than that she was on her own.

“Target in sight, awaiting orders.” Ellie continued to mumble. Sam had struggled to catch what she had said, but Bucky had picked up on her radio message that she believed she was sending her officer. It gave him an idea, one that he didn’t run by Sam before testing.

“Abort. For Sergeant Conway, I repeat, abort. Target misidentified. That’s one of ours, Sergeant. Stand down. Over.” Bucky spoke with a sternness in his tone and his eyes remained locked on Ellie the entire time. Sam glanced between Bucky and Ellie, both surprised by Bucky’s initiative but also impressed by his clever idea, even if he’d never admit that to him.

“Sergeant Conway reporting. Copy that, standing...” Ellie began to blink quickly and her eyes slowly lost that emptiness in them that they’d just had. “Standing down... I...”

“Ellie?” Sam tried again, his voice low and soft as not to startle her in any way. “Are you alright?”

“I’m...” She felt light headed. She felt really light headed. Her vision was blurry and the room seemed to fade between the actual room in the VA office and the desert, patches of the scorching mountains blotting her field of vision before they slowly began to grow dark and blank. The now black patches continued to expand and covered more and more of the room before her until finally, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body seemed to have been turned off by a switch.

“Oh shit-“ Sam dashed forward to catch her limp body but it was Bucky who just barely managed to catch her in time before she would have crumbled helplessly to the ground. He quickly laid her on the floor and backed away, not comfortable being so close.

“I’m calling 911.” Sam sighed as he felt the worry slowly subside, even if it was still very much present. With her passed out, at least she didn’t have to suffer through the pain of embarrassment he knew she undoubtedly would have when she realized they had witnessed an entire episode of hers.

She remained unconscious for the twenty minutes it took the ambulance to arrive, and she had yet to awake when the paramedics loaded her into the back and shut the doors behind them before driving her to the hospital. Sam and Bucky remained standing in silence on the steps leading up the the entrance of the office after they’d taken her away, neither of them knowing what to say after the whole ordeal. Eventually, Sam admitted to how tired he was and that he just wanted to go home. He told Bucky to take care before they parted ways. Sam got into his car and drove off whilst Bucky decided to walk to his tiny apartment. It was a thirty minute walk, but he felt like he needed it. Seeing Ellie like that had somehow rattled him up a bit and an uneasy feeling nestled in the back of his mind.

Her mind and actions were not her own after the war she’d been fighting—a situation he found all too familiar for his liking. Perhaps they weren’t as different as he had first thought, him and Ellie?

So, as “usual” (can I still say that after having been away for over a year?) I love hearing what you think, so please do share your thoughts!

[hybrid-lion]

Lion Daydreams Journal

2-3-21 / 2-5-21

OR

Succulent witch jokes and DnD cheatcodes

Musing on perpetual journey and points of processing certain themes..

Four days prior exiting Hedgewitch Hollow (more on that later) from my abusor(s), at @ the hospital and other musings

 Curbside outside familiar building, looking something like a cross between between the rite aid/CVS in West Emoryville I saw in 2011 this one time and and outside heron pond plaza from tripjoy advantage in New Hampshire.

 Present was a Sedan with big extra Star Wars wrap all over it- specifically Rebel Alliance logo on hood.

 Don't fall for the nurse; they're always immensely humane and kind and working; not to be your fixation (I've gathered this for a while too, though as the derivative term goes, "What a Catch.."

  Anyway Fallout girl/nursing tech (With the magnificent taste in communication skills and tattooage whom was without a doubt better at putting up with my roundabout chittering than I even am (which states a bountiful amount of patience in her own rights and also that I need to work on alloying others more time to have the proverbial talking stick in dialogues), whom I had chatted with the day prior for a while regarding the matter of the vibrational level on this conscious and graceful hostess; (That's the planet we are graced with being able to provide for in turn), with with the rose and sun moon tatts, was present in this dream sequence, as short lived as the scene was. 

 Clearly taking a journey. Capable technical reasoner boi was there as well who cannot even understand where that's at at all definetly was also present in this one.

Clearly journey symbolism, as I was approaching the vehicle in question. 

2-5-21

 "WHY IS THERE BRINE IN THE ORANGE JUICE"

Walking around downtown burning time between returning from securing a temporary order/petition to court and grabbing dinner, I was between looking at the lines in leaves and patterns in the puddles near an underpass when it occured to me regarding my subjectiviteas this far:

   Almost anybody would be able to tell you that there's more than one way to skin a cat as well as probably one of the worst things you can do is box with an apex creature, specifically one that most dungeon Masters wod probably have on the back burner as a sort of endgame accomplishment that would either make or break the parties resolve to complete that leg of their long arduous campaign; or correctly enough the kind of boss fight that one would face in an old RPG that then unlocks a potential ally to the party whom would essentially have the capacity to either RUIN EVERYTHING, knock something off a really high shelf at the appropriate time, or just absolutely love you to death in the dirt merely depending on the way you decided to associate prior and subsequently accounted for).

   This I would assume so boldly is primarily due to the nature of such back burner endgame beings, as well as with all things considered that it is most likely cognitive of it's own journey as well to some extent and that it has retained all the EXP of both that, along with some of the experiences said party would have had by that point, again considering stuff and things.

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I digress from the point- but we're getting there.

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So 'boxing'; i.e. showboating or perhaps just putting up and making the most of the situation pertaining to that proverbial beastie the DMs sent around the way-- 

Noting that at that point to some fair extent isn't quite OP persay, but had maintained a good enough vantage for some time that it had or has more than enough capacity for adapting, recanting it's own skills based in experience as it do/what have you, as well as subsequently recognizing that somewhere along the way said party or perhaps their questgivers or guild leads decided to not entirely tell said prior and then the party at hand- what have you- 

  they would then be either in the same raid/map/party/team as it already, but still decided it would mostly likely do well to or behoove them to, and said prior backburner beastie to just go proverbially or metaphorically corner it; and subsequently snare or root or web or whatever their skillset would do; then dragged it off to have a dialogue with it about or pertaining to..

..something sort of akin to poking it awake with a slow burning brand, 

 But only after years of putting it on display without its consent or knowledge.

   This is probably one of the worst things you can do for either yourself or anybody else, regardless of the lens of which it exists in, without having prior and then post poking explaining it.

  Especially considering the nature of some endgame beasties and the capacity for critical analysis.

  If you had a support tank, that didn't know it was a support tank, and you left it out in the rain for like, ever, do you think a little K, Y Jelly and some WD40z to Freedom would constitute a thoroughly squeezed explanation of this scenario to that support tank?

 Depends on the tank and some stuff and things probably.

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  All things considered…

I take it back the brine is fine but the synaptic firings of my brain giving me a first class ticket to Stockholm's I could do with more of for sure, but I'd rather just hang in the Catskillz and make art about 

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This lens of comprehension on dealing with what to not allow to occur to a raid party would have been monumentally helpful for me subsequently years ago years ago.

   This would been subsequently helpful for me in decision-making, free will, yes, and choice-based processes of course as humans go.

   And if in when the case arose that I had to tell my younger self, "Hey don't put yourself on display or get worked up, but hang in and also read this book in full before walking out to the tarmac or at least in between flights to and from, don't act the fool for the sake of a fool, unless you need to act to fool forreal forreal. Just leave that shit in the sand, dig a foxhole for it if you have to, or bring it sooner maybe?

 

 

  Don't let other people harsh thine proverbial mellow and as it would only fuel their trashcan fire of excusable accounts as to why they allotted a random roaming low level beastie to accumulate that much of an exp grind crunching on bones and jellies and some mimics that don't even, without alluding thoroughly so that they wouldn't act a fool at the loss or sacrifice of someone else's journey as well as their own. 

 At that point, you should have just pulled the support tank aside and been like-

*Mumbles*  

 listen, "you are our favorite dumb dumb juice supersoaker palindrone cat, just saiyan"...

we just want/wanted to sap and then sac your last floating stackable 💕 for the raid that pulled it along on a chain that long for display and experience just to see how it would go like, IDK it'll work out either way but like we could probably use a dumpster fire and we hear you're full of shit, but also the ship is intact and just needs a happy tree friend sometimes so like, knowing the support tank is going to anyway because of its back story… 

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Uhm.

 *TAKES DEEP BREATH*

~=^•Î||I•^=~. •°•°{"UNACCEPTABLE CONDITIONS" 

*TAKES DEEP BREATH*

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 "we deserve better and also some stuff you left in my backpack over here oh wait what's that accounted for oh okay here a random distracting smoke grenade quick make your escape.*

 🍊  🍃

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In retrospect-- this would have been monumentally helpful years ago, as would have keeping the deck of playing cards I received years ago with me, my towel, journal and probably better time management skills and also understanding the concepts of the journey of oneself as both the lessons of our priors on the road and with us as we continue.

  I will continue to explain why this could have to explain this to myself in dreaded prose. 

Preferably after I come to terms with the huntresses and chieftainesses and the shield maidens who keep attempting to bait and no scope my ass when they can't even decide if they want to be a volva a shield maiden again or a valkyrie or a witch of the wild blue yonder or all like 20 at the same time; but are getting fond of kiting me around with salt rounds and rubber bullets and genuine uncondition positive regard despite both of our sanity and interests even though it ain't nobody's goddamn business how baby treat me.

 Anyway if you see a random roving ** monster on the map assume it has your best interest at heart or if it's in your teahouse just do yew fam, most likely it's just stopping in for coffee or orange juice or the finest proverbial trashcan fires to warm up aside this side of the milky way.

 Also try not to forget to set a reminder to wake up at an appropriate time, and don't forget to to carry on and through and keep up with your affirmations and random google searches for sigils you have no understanding of and show love to all your complex houseplants and rock's needs balanced with your own.

 Also don't worry about eating carbs late at night before bed. We can burn them off when we're running through each other's minds. 

More in all that later though in detail.

 

*Switches to sleepytime mode, proceeds to cleans whiskers and thanks you for coming to it's shed talk.*