#hi i hope this works! if not lemme know!!

[buckgasms]

I have filthy idea for trailer park bucky!

You talk to bucky about how one of the naybors you don't like very much is obnoxiously loud when she has her gentlemen friend over and you think anyone whose that loud in bed must be faking it! Bucky intends to prove you wrong by making you scream louder then the other woman

I'm really feeling blessed this evening with nonnies sending me their excellent thoughts 💭

And this is indeed an excellent thought 🩷

So you stumbled out of your trailer feeling very grumpy, your mood not improving when you hear Bucky chuckling at you as he lights a cigarette.

"Bad night sweetheart?"

You growl and take your seat outside with your breakfast and a strong coffee.

"Of course! It's her, again. Every time she has a visitor over she's screaming all night long. It's so over the top, no one screams like that during sex. It's ridiculous..."

You take a long sip of coffee as Bucky puff out a smooth trail of smoke, eyes glittering with mirth. Your phone starts buzzing and you wave at him as you head back in to take a call, getting your day started.

🌝

You are thinking of heading to bed when there is a tap at your door. You groan inwardly, feeling your body ache from tiredness, hoping whoever it is, doesn't stop for long.

You swing the door open and see Bucky standing there, looking divine as ever. White vest sitting low on his chest, jeans tight as always and a soft smile on his face and two beers in his hand.

"Oh, hi Bucky" you say, a genuine smile gracing your face as you step back. You might be tired but when he's looking that good, you think one beer won't hurt.

🌝

As the beer works it's magic you rest your foot on Bucky's lap and nudges his thigh. "So what are you doing here on this fine evening Mr. Barnes?"

He tilts towards you, gripping your leg and lets his hand glide upwards.

"I was thinking about what you said earlier, you know about screaming in bed?"

You giggled at the earnest look on his face, sighing a little as his thumb massages your thigh ever so nicely.

"Well it is insane, she's just showing off at this point...no one is that good..."

He grins wickedly at you.

"I bet I could make you scream sugar... Wanna give her a taste of her own medicine?"

You giggle behind your hand, wondering if he's really serious. But the devious look on his face is going absolutely nowhere.

"Really? You think you can make me scream like that pornstar next door?"

He nods, hands gripping your waist as he leans in and presses a kiss to your lips which you eagerly return.

He stands up and walks over to the window, pushing it open, checking that her window is open too.

"Come over here sugar... Wanna make sure everyone can hear you. Now be a good girl and take off that pretty dress."

You shimmy out of your dress and he sucks in a breath. He beckons you closer and you edge forward, pressing yourself into his chest as his hands grip your waist and squeeze at your soft skin.

"So beautiful sugar... Gonna make you feel so fuckin good..."

He presses kisses on your cheeks, down your neck and along your shoulder. Goosebumps break out all over your skin in the wake of his lips.

You moan and rake your fingers across his chest, whispering little pleas for him to give you more, always needing a little more.

He moves you to sit on the little table by the window. You shiver as he removes your bra, the cooler evening air dancing over your skin. You whine a little but he just chuckles.

"Need you to be a little louder than that... Here lemme help ya..."

He pushes you to lay back, your head right by the window as be leans down and sucks on your pebbled nipple, lavishing attention on you. You shudder and gasp as he nips gently and sucks hard at the sensitive skin.

You back arches and fingers thread through his hair and a long moan slips through your lips.

"Hmm not bad, that's a little louder but I know you can do better for me..."

His lips drift down and you feel him pull your panties down as he goes. More kisses are pressed to your heat and finally his tongue delves into your folds, torturing your clit with gentle licks and sucks.

A finger joins quickly after. He curls it in slow, firms strokes that have you emitting louder cries, a stream of 'ohs' filling the air. His mouth works faster and your feet come to perch on the table, so you can thrust your pussy into his mouth.

His chuckle sends a wave of pleasure through you and you whine when he pulls away, his finger still going strong.

"So greedy sugar. But you taste so sweet, I guess I don't mind." His thumb circles your clit and rubs hard without warning.

"I want you to tell your noisy neighbour who this pretty cunt belongs to. Say it nice and loud and then I'll letcha come."

He stands, pressing a hand to your stomach and adding more fingers and pumping hard and fast.

"Come on sugar, nice and loud...."

You can't really help the scream that leaves your lips and he drags you to your peak. You scream out his name, how you belong to him, over and over until your orgasm subsides and you lie panting on the table, his hands soothing your shivering body.

When you finally stop panting his hands pull you to sitting and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"That was great, good job sugar...."

You think he's done but he pulls his cock free and rubs it along your folds.

"Bucky...it's too sensitive I can't" you moan as he presses in his fat, leaking tip. He tuts and grips your chin, forcing you to look into his devious eyes.

"We ain't done sugar" is all he says before he thrusts, gripping your thigh to hold you open for him. You can only hold on to his big shoulders as he pounds into you, the sensitivity almost took much.

"Buckyyy, it's so big..." You wail, you don't even realise how loud you are, but it spurs him on. He grips your hair and forces you to watch as he spears into you relentlessly.

"Such a messy girl ain't ya, making a messame?" Lookathat sloppy cunt, love it sugar, taking me so well."

You cry out and rub at your clit, spreading your lips to display yourself more to him.

"Jesus sugar, that's a good girl. You gonna scream for me? Or am I gonna have to make ya?"

Words fail you but you can emit a long loud moan as your walls squeeze him tight. He pushes you back down again and his hips snap just that much harder and faster. His growls and grunts are lost under the sound of your cries of pleasure.

He rubs hard at your raw pussy and you slam into your orgasm, a scream dragged from the bottom of your lungs as you grip the table to keep you grounded.

You feel him pulse within you, before leaning down to press kisses to your sweaty cheeks and forehead. You move your arms to wrap around his neck, fingers drifting down the muscles of his back.

You are about to say something when you hear a very loud, pointed cough. You both look through the open window and see your neighbour glaring at you both before she slams her window shut.

"Whoops"

Yes I was thinking about this vest....

[musiccutiepatooty]

Stealing

You lived in a neighborhood of condos in a smaller town. You had not talked to your new next door neighbor. When you need something for your cooking, you meet Logan. After your initial stolen item, he needs something in return.

Basically, a little short meet cute about how you met Logan, and he asks for your number.

(might make this into a lil series/collection lemme know if y'all would read more)

Word count: 1.6k Warnings: none No use of y/n this time but I’ll prolly have to if I write more. Written with wolverine origin logan in mind. 

It is well past the days when people go to their neighbors to ask for baking ingredients. Except you wanted brownies, and you didn’t have enough eggs. Shoving items around in the fridge to see if an egg would magically appear, the words fell out of your mouth, "One short. I'm one short."

You had a couple of options:

Go to the store

Ask a neighbor

Not make the brownies

You didn't want to drive to the store and not having the brownies wasn't really an option. So neighbor it is. Now came the problem of which neighbor. The neighbor to the right of you was NEVER home. You can recall them saying they were headed to Fiji for their next vacation. So that left your neighbor to the left.

Sighing, you weighed your options one last time, headed next door, and knocked swiftly on the door.

It was silent for a moment and then the lock clicked. The door swung open to reveal a tall, muscled man in a white shirt and well-fitting (tight) jeans. "Yes?"

"Hi. I live next door," you rattled off your address and your name staring in the middle of his chest, "I know you just moved in and this is the opposite of a housewarming gift, but I was wondering if I could steal an egg from you." You finally craned your head up to look at your neighbor’s face. His dark hair and connecting beard gave him rugged look. You went ahead and added handsome to your list of adjectives for him.

"'Steal an egg?" His eyebrow raised slightly, and he tilted his head back to look down at you, hazel eyes holding something stern yet soft in them.

"I would say borrow but I don't exactly think I could bring it back once I use it."

The man glanced at you for another beat before turning back into his house to the kitchen. Your body rocked backed and forth from your heels to your toes, glancing into the house after him. You could see the muscles in his back ripple as he reached into the fridge. Your head snapped up to the ceiling like a child caught meddling as he returned to the door with an egg in hand.

"Your 'stolen' egg."

"Thank you..." cocking your head to the side in hopes of getting a name as he dropped the egg into your hand.

"Logan."

"Logan. Thank you" you nodded turning your back to Logan heading back over to your house and closing the door.

You cracked your newly acquired egg into the batter but all you could think about was how good Logan looked in just a simple white T-shirt he was damn near hulking out of.

You tried, unsuccessfully, to wrestle your thoughts back to the task at hand so you could get on with your day but your thoughts hung on how you felt like you were being studied when Logan looked down at you.

Thinking about Logan for the rest of the day would not be productive. And from the looks of it, your day would not be very productive.

Little did you know that Logan was having the same productivity sentiment as you, and ultimately failing to get his mind back on the tv show he was watching. He couldn’t help himself when it came to giving you a once over when he first opened the door, and when you asked to 'steal an egg', and when you were walking back to your house.

He knew that only talking to you the one time was not an option.

When he left for work the next morning, he saw a small Tupperware container with a note: "Welcome to the neighborhood:)

Returning your egg… kinda". He opened the container to reveal a couple of iced brownies.

He was not fond of people disturbing his peace. That being said, you were a sight. And he wouldn’t mind if you came knocking on his door again.

The next time you saw Logan was a couple days later in the clubhouse mailroom. Except you didn’t actually see him, which was the issue. You pulled open the mailroom door and immediately started walking out, only to collide with a warm, solid mass.

The “oomph” that left your mouth also left Logan’s. Logan, however, did not get knocked off balance and have to be caught by you.

“Woah there, bub,” Logan murmured, the hand that had not caught your falling mail shooting out and grabbing your waist to keep you from tipping backwards anymore.  The weight of his hand created a warmth that spread across your back, “come to steal some mail?” He quipped, hand giving your waist a quick squeeze ensuring you were upright.

You took your hands away from gripping Logan’s shirt, unsure of when you had grabbed it. Your face heating from both the action and Logan’s teasing. “Yes…” you sighed dramatically as you continued the bit, smiling up at him through your lashes, “unfortunately, I couldn’t get into your mailbox, so I had to settle for my own.”

He chuckled and stepped slightly aside, letting his eyes drag over your form as you brushed past him, "You may want to have this back then." Logan extended the small package and few envelopes toward you. Hand brushing yours as you took them back from him. The tiny smirk he gave you sent a tingle through your body.  "Next time I'll have to steal something of yours."

Logan continued his journey into the mailroom as you stood in the hallway for a second, shaking your head to collect your thoughts. Your body was absolutely buzzing. The only thought passing through your mind was whatever that man wants, he won't have to steal it.

Logan watched as you stood, frozen, in the hall for a moment before you shook your head and continued toward the clubhouse door.

It was a coincidence that you were both going down to check the mail. Was it a coincidence that he waited until you were exiting the mailroom to enter? Absolutely not. Had he hoped that you wouldn't notice him and bump into him? Absolutely. It was ultimately worth it to have you knock into him, though he would never admit it to anyone. 

The third time you saw Logan, good God, were you embarrassed. You were in your old and tattered lounge clothes, junk food was sprawled across the living room table, and Love Island was blasting through your television speakers

You were pulled from the drama on your screen by a knock on the door. You had ordered food and it was around when it should have been arriving. When you opened the door to reveal something you’d eat, but definitely not your food, you froze.

“Logan?!” You practically shouted his name which prompted him to say yours just as loud, “what are you doing here?” The urge to cover your body like you were completely naked overtook you. You would have preferred that to the outfit you had on; your oversized Winnie-the-Pooh T-shirt that hung off of your shoulder was accompanied by your matching slippers… that squeaked when you stepped.

The clothes and snacks and trashy tv ultimately were not embarrassing… in any other circumstance. It is awkward when you’re seeing your smoking hot neighbor.

Logan, seeing you like this, for only the third time, was embarrassing. This is how you see someone you've gotten to know intimately. While you were oddly comfortable around Logan (and wanted to know him intimately), you did not know him very well.

“I need to steal some milk.” He had lowered his voice to his normal tone, somehow managing to make the statement unbelievably sexy. His eyes unabashedly raked you over once. And then. “And I have your food. I intercepted the delivery guy.”

You looked at him for a beat before moving aside and motioning him into your condo. “You can set the food on the counter.” The statement fell from your lips at a normal volume as you walked towards your kitchen, opening your fridge, with your slippers practically yelling with every step. Logan set your food on the counter near you. 

“Having a bowl of cereal?” you quizzed jokingly, willing yourself to remain calm as you stood on your tip toes to grab the flour.

The slippers on your feet let out a long drawn out squeak as you lowered from your tip toes. You could feel Logan’s eyes on your back as he let out a soft chuckle.

"That," is lips turned up as he shrugged and he continued to speak, “and I wanted an excuse to see you.” Your eyebrows quirked up at his statement. Logan let out another chuckle and looked you over once more.  You swear you saw him blush.

You could feel your heart fluttering as you stepped forward to hand him the milk. Logan looked down at you as you ended your audible steps right in front of him. You held the milk out to him with one hand holding the bottom of the carton. The man in front of you, with bold audacity, fully enveloped your hand with his to take the milk. He placed his other hand on the side as his bottom hand dragged gently across your own during the transfer of the flour to his possession.

Logan murmured a quick "thank you" followed by your name as he began to walk through the door of your condo. You went to close your door when you heard Logan clear his throat. “Actually,” he paused and looked you directly in the eyes, “I was wondering if I could steal your number. Winnie's too.”

Thanks for reading!! Open to feedback because I haven't written in like two years :) Yellow heart divider credit: @bunnysrph Grey swirl divider credit: @enchanthings

[iamzer0]

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𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚗: 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚊, 𝙶𝚘𝚗, 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊, 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎 (𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎!)

Despite how everyone around you is acting, your life continues on. To say things have gotten worse is a huge understatement. Lemme give a run down of why, well it all started one week ago.

You had grown to hate the boys possessive behavior, you wanted to leave and go back home. Unfortunately things can never be that easy, you had been working up the courage and trying to find the words to say to let them down easy. Then you finally burst their bubble and told them the truth. You sat them down and told them “Guys I have to say something important” Gons smile slowly faded and a concerned look washed over his face. “I want you to know that…. I’m not happy here. I haven’t been for some time”

gon and Killua shared confused looks “what do you mean you’re not happy? You have everything you need” Killua said now slowly getting angry “Look I’m just tired, tired of well everything. I’m going back home tomorrow I miss my family and my bed. I hope y’all understand” you said trying to let them down gently. “Is it us?” Gon said “ no as I said I’m just tired” you said in an exhausted voice. “You sleep 8 hours every night!” Killua said in a somewhat desperate tone. “Look I’m going back home, I’m sorry but this is my decision” you said now agitated by their responses.

“We can’t let you do that!” Gon said exchanging looks with Killua “The world is dangerous! There are sick people out there that could hurt you!” Killua said angry that you would even say something such blasphemous. “Killua is right you could get hurt out there!! Let us protect you” Gon said in a worried tone, “I’m not made of glass I can protect myself! It’s my choice to leave not yours!” You said angrily “[reader] don’t do this!” Gon said

“IM LEAVING, THIS IS MY CHOICE STOP BEING SO DAMN CONTROLLING” you shouted then you turned to leave. No longer caring about hurting them. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain at the back off your neck then blackness.

You wake up, confused blinking wearingly. You try and get up but your arm won’t move you blink away the your sleepiness, and see your arm tied to the bed post of the bed in the hotel in Heavens arena you were staying at. Those fucking psychos you think. You look around and spot Gon and Killua sleeping on the couches. “What the fuck you guys?!” You scream waking them up.

“[reader] your awake!” Gon said in a somewhat happy tone but there was nothing to be happy about at least not in your eyes that is.

“What is happening?!” You shout as panic begins to replace your anger. “Calm down, look we couldn’t have you leave us, unprotected it’s safer with you here” Killua said attempting to calm you down.

“Calm down?!? I will not calm down what the fuck!?!” You said tugging at the chain hard, causing your wrists to bleed. They rushed over restraining you as you tried biting them.

So that’s how your life is going right now, they feed you everyday despite your many protests to be set free. You were scared, a week or two ago they were your best friends how did it come to this. You started to back track in your life to try and find out what changed. I mean you currently had a lot of free time. So you thought back on everything trying to find out why they are acting like this maybe it was Hisoka you thought, or maybe it was someone I fought, or maybe they’re just fucking lunatics you thought.

You eventually stopped caring all you wanted now was to escape and leave this place and never look back. So you hatched a plan, you were going to leave during the night. Killua was your biggest problem he was a fricken trained assassin how do you beat that? So you continued to develop the perfect plan then something unexpected happened. They had made it to the top floor.

Fuck. All that planning out the window, Gon decided to go and visit his aunt mito. They were taking you with them how you ask? By drugging you of course. Killua came into the room holding a needle and a bottle of mystery liquid. You started panicking, Gon rushed over and started trying to calm you down, but you kept squirming so he physically held you down while Killua put the needle in your arm mystery liquid filled your body.

“It’s alright” Gon said calmingly “you’re just going to go to sleep for a while” Gon said his voice now sounded like an echo, then darkness.

The drugs were strong but your will was stronger, even in your sleep you fought it. You woke up in flashes then immediately going back to sleep the first time it happened you were on someone’s back you ever so slightly turned your head and saw Hisoka standing in the hallway. The second time you woke up you were boarding a ship still on someone’s back.

The third time you were below deck with Gon standing over you feeding you what tasted like soup. The fourth and final time you were be carried bridal style into a house. Which you soon learned was aunt mitos.

You were placed on a bed “f-f….uck” you said waking up slowly with the world’s worst headache. After waking up you felt the weakest you had ever been in your entire life it was horrible. You were in and out of sleep, throwing up, having fever dreams the whole 9 yards.

They hated seeing you like this but they didn’t want you to try and run away. Aunt mito became your savior you tried asking her for help but she just thought you were in pain from this terrible sickness you contracted from the ship ride over, at least that’s what the boys said.

“H-he..lp m…me” you managed to croak out “awh you poor baby” Mito said while placing a cold cloth in your forehead. Even though she was clueless of your situation she was the only sane one in that house. She was oh so kind to you it was heavenly it reminded you of your parents taking care of up when you were younger and sick.

You got better and eventually you left agin with them to York new, something about finding Gons father with a game or whatever you didn’t care you were still planning your escape.

Y’all were finally at York new the boys still so protective and controlling over you, huddling around as to make sure nobody even got close to you.

They needed money and fast so they could buy the game at the auction. That was your way out, the auction, you had a fool proof plan. Step one act like their helpless little sibling gain their trust back, essentially playing into their delusions.

Step two beg to go to the auction say that you want to be there to support them in their journey to find greed island. Step three once you are there book it to the nearest and buff security guard and tell them about the lunatics keeping you captive.

Of course nothing can ever go as planned can it? The phantom troupe just had to come and ruin your plan.

They had heard that the phantom troupe was worth a crap ton of money so they were hunting them down, unfortunately when they got caught you just so happened to have been in the area.

Fuck your life you thought as they stuffed you in the limo. You sat near the ones called Maci and Phinks. Machi was silent just staring you down trying to intimidate you, it didn’t work you were to pissed to be scared, they royally fucked up your perfect plan. Phinks on the other hand kept trying to talk to you you wanted to slap the shit out of him but that would result in your death and you valued your life, sort of.

So you instead kept your mouth shut only responding when you thought he would be angry if you didn’t. You looked up and saw this weird short black haired guy staring at you like Machi. He scared you his aura alone was enough to keep you away.

They lead you into their hideout you were almost positive this would be your final resting place.

You surprisingly spotted someone you knew, Hisoka, fucking, marrow. Why of all people him, Gon almost gave away the fact y’all knew him. Maybe just maybe Hisoka could save you from this hell.

They discussed what to do with y’all, suddenly the blond one named Shalnark spoke up saying he knew you. What the shitnuggets you thought I don’t know this guy. Suddenly a distant memory flooded into your head you had met him.

At the time you didn’t know the tragedy he inflicted on your family. He had killed your aunt, in front of you, kinda lemme take you back.

He had heard about this valuable piece of tech that your aunt had, and of course he needed to have it. You had just so happened to be staying at your aunts at the time he decided to break in. He had broken in, your aunt of course was refusing to show him where it was, he’s a busy man so he placed his pin in her and mind controlled her into showing him were it was.

You had a nightmare and ran out of your room looking for your aunt you ran into him. He looked down surprised to see a tiny lil kid hugging his leg, crying, asking for your auntie. He hadn’t accounted for their being kids in the house, he had no problem killing kids, he hated doing it but if the job required it. This job didn’t, so in a split second decision he kneeled down to your level and patted your head saying your auntie was out and he was a babysitter.

He calmed you down and brought you back to bed, tucked you in and everything. He told you was watching a horror movie so any screams you heard where the movie. You fell asleep,woke up went out and found your aunt decapitated. Not a fun memory.

You spook up saying “Hey you were the babysitter that killed my aunt!” Killua and gon and most of the troupe gave you the “what the fuck” look.

“Ah so you do remember me” Shalnark said smiling “unfortunately yes” you said under your breath.

This was going to be a terrible interesting mostly terrible adventure. Buckle up!

That’s all for today I’ll update y’all tomorrow with part 3! :3 love you all remember to drink waterฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ(part one is on my page)

[unfogged-arc]

@lunaerising ♥️'d for moira! moira + gabriel.

"Tell me, how is the pain lately?" It's the monthly check-up Moira has insisted upon, to continue getting data about Gabriel and his inflictions. She also makes sure he continues to be fit for duty, so to speak, though she does this with much of Talon's afflicted associates. "Better or worse than last month?"

[oneluckydragon]

Started writing a fic back in early October and had to abandon it for a while due to IRL situations. But I've started working on it again little by little, and I am so excited to eventually share it with my mutuals and followers. I hope you guys enjoy it (I am trying my best to get it done)!

TBH my only motivation anymore is thinking about my friends having a good time reading it when it's finally posted (I love all of you very much). I cannot wait for all of these ideas to be fleshed-out on paper at last.

Over 16,000 words and I am nowhere near satisfied yet. I feel like I can write WAY more. Stay tuned!

[townofcadence]

@gunslinginnhogtyin continued from here!

Quite used to cries for cover in the midst of a misadventure as an outlaw, the demon blooded cowboy ducks and rolls just in time to avoid being blasted at by a familiar enemy’s musket.

A red headed woman with a face adorned in scars; her bandana covers one eye and the grin she wears is full of sharp jagged teeth and malice. She looks as though she could be a pirate based off of the clothes she wears, an old school one at that.

“ARGH!!! Don’t warn him!” The tall woman growls. “It spoils the fun!” She stamps a heavy boot.

A look of shock crosses Butch’s features upon realizing just how close of a call it was and he quickly looks over at the one who had brought the danger to his attention before darting over in their direction.

“Thanks fer th’ warnin’! Now let’s get th’ hell outta here!” Exclaims the cowboy, grabbing Artairs wrist to tug them in the direction he’s running before letting go once he’s sure they’re following. The maniacal looking woman isn’t far behind them, taking shots as she gives chase, cackling all the while.

Butch reaches for either or the twin revolvers at his hips and removes them from their holsters, preparing his shots.

Artair isn't--- exactly sure where he is, or how he ended up here. Well-- the last part isn't all true, he had utilized his ley-line to get here. The thing had a propensity to spit him out anywhere at any time, too, so it wasn't such a shock he'd end up-- wherever this was. Such was the nature of magic and multiplanar hopping. He could get home too, if he found the right place, and that was something he had both gear to find and a natural sort of intuition for.

But even knowing how he'd ended up in this world, he'd hardly been here an hour, hardly had time to get his bearings, before things went sideways. And this situation had certainly thrown him for a loop. A surprise shoot-out wasn't on his bingo card for the day, but when the musket came out, it was kind of an imperative to adapt.

He's grateful at least that the guy (was that a tail he saw as he rolled?) wasn't blasted to oblivion with buckshot. He can feel the ill intentions oozing from the woman with the shark's grin, and while he isn't too sure what their beef with each other was, the last thing he'd do was let someone die to avoid getting involved.

"Pretty sure dying spoils a lot more things--." He can't help the quip at her-- almost childishly sadistic agitation. Before more can be said or done though, the cowboy guy is sprinting his way, zipping along the track of road towards the building he stood outside. A gloved hand snatches his wrist and Artair blinks, before the realization that yes actually, this is a much better idea than standing around and getting shot, manages to click in his brain. The first few steps he drags behind Butch like a burdensome kite, before his feet move as well, and the two begin to sprint. "R-right!"

Every time a shot goes off, Artair cringes internally, feeling his heart pounding in his ears. This lady was determined, and enjoying this way too much. They definitely needed to get the fuck out of here before she got lucky; her aim was reckless abandon right now, but if she settled and let herself take a few seconds to aim, they were definitely easy targets out in the open like this.

Then, the guy with the tail is reaching for his own guns, readying them to fire, and his brain kicks into overdrive. If the guy was shooting, he'd slow down-- he'd have to, to not run into something, and while twisting his body to look behind him and aim. If he sacrificed speed for aim, she could catch up if she was single-minded enough to ignore the shots, too.

Meanwhile, he didn't have a gun, nor was he inclined for one really. They were at least running away, which meant hitting them would be difficult-- but it wasn't impossible, and again, while aiming back might slow the pirate looking lady down if she was smart and allergic to bullets like at the very least he was, they would have to slow down to do the firing. If there was a chance she wouldn't care, she could close the distance in that time. So maybe the solution was--

"Really Sorry in advance for this, but keep shooting!" Artair called out, before his hands found the guy's waist quickly, hoisting him and throwing him over his shoulder. The arm he was holding him with wrapped around his midsection to keep him steady, braced against his back in a wide splay, while the other kept firm hold of his leg to even out some of the bouncing he'd do up there. He tore down the road all the faster, boots pounding and kicking up dust.

[bowl-doodles]

first artfart attack of the year on @madicham (ft. my baby ufo :p)

[theha1r]

@realmyths liked for a starter!

Steve knows, he knows, Robin will wring his neck for approaching a - to put it bluntly - non-famous person. Knows she'd lecture him for hours about the dangers, especially here, out in the open, with no one else around. But Steve can't help himself, it seems like this girl is in some kind of trouble, or at the very least something is wrong. Maybe she's just having a bad day, but Steve can't bring himself to just turn away. He approaches with a soft smile. "Hey, uh, are you okay?" Is asked gently, head tilting to the side a little. "I mean, maybe I'm reading this wrong but it just ... it just seems like something is wrong and if you need help or something, I can do my best to ... My name's Steve."

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listen to my tuning attempts boy (svp by ryu)

[goddessrisen]

the soft click of heels echoed throughout the eerily empty shop. she quietly hummed to herself, curiously glancing over the wares displayed. truly, hyeon-seung had no need for anything, but she'd thought it best to introduce herself to the locals seeing as she would be staying a while. she'd heard of the rather universally disliked district witch. never one to shy away from the abhorred, she instead chose to seek the witch out. brilliant, amber eyes sparkled as they caught sight of the witch in question. she paused, head tilted as she curiously observed the other. truly, the man seemed no different than any other man she'd come across. curiouser and curiouser, her day just kept on getting more interesting. " ah, there you are, darling. i was not expecting the district's witch's shop to be so... empty. though, if you are as disliked by the counsel as much as i've heard... " plush lips curl into a teasing smile as she stepped closer. " truly, 'tis quite a shame. it's a lovely shop. "

@bledeyes x

[hollowflay]

She SHOVES him out of her way. Just like ON PRINCIPLE. There was literally no need she could've just said "excuse me" or tilted herself to the side. But she didn't pause for LOSERS or BURNOUTS and everything about the boy says he's one. She almost IMMEDIATELY regretted it as the icy chill when STRAIGHT up her back. EW. All the better to LEAVE.

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[rhysdasiorarchive]

closed starter for @witchysethharper

“You really don’t have to be suspicious of his intentions.” Despite attempts to remain reassuring, Rhys winced at the hint of exhaustion in his tone. Inviting Seth for a talk had been a risky decision given Roland’s incredibly recent departure from his office only half an hour prior. He scanned his gaze over his desk as subtly as he could as he carried Seth’s tea over to ensure that nothing looked noticeably out of place and held the younger witch’s gaze as he came to a halt before him. “Roland’s just being… friendly. That’s all.” He’d heard from Roland that Seth hadn’t been the most trusting during their first exchange together and knew immediately that he’d have to be the one to try and smooth over any of Seth’s doubts. In a sense, it was touching to know that the younger witch was as determined as he was to ensure that nothing nefarious was occurring behind the scenes, but it was important to Rhys to at least establish some kind of civil bond between the two of them if things with Roland were going to continue to be as frequent as they were. It’d been a surprise to find that Belgium’s councilman wished to spend more time together following their spontaneous night together. At the time, Rhys had been grateful to have a distraction from the stress of the trials and constant uncertainty. To now find that such a decision had led to forming a bond of sorts was as dizzying to Rhys as it was oddly… comforting. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Seth. I know placing blind faith in others around here isn’t a wise decision, but trust me, he’s not what you seem to think he is.” Pausing for a second to let his words linger in the space between them, Rhys gave as encouraging a smile as he could manage. “I appreciate you looking out for me but I’m more than grown enough to be able to pass judgement on my own. I don’t need you scaring off any of the council on my behalf.”

[erdenson]

the     pungent     smell     of     strawberry     blossom          &          wet     dirt     haunts     them     both.               the     children     of     the     earth,     born     to     the     giving     mother,     the     deity     of     harvest.               ----               his     hair     golden     like     drying     wheat,     face     freckled     by     the     kiss     of     the     sun     gods     after     hours     of     labor.                    there’s     a     humming     in     the     air,     the     whole     world     exploding     in     symphony               ----               birds     and     boys     and     girls     and     even     the     breeze     joins     into     their     chant,     drawn     by     hand,     the     caring     of     the     dirt     and     the     soil     and     the     blooming     plant     at     last.

@fenixburned :     from     the     𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞     starter     call.        𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦   ----   accepting     !

"          we     have     much     work     to     do     today,          shae.          "          he     offers     them     a     grin,          looking     at     her     with     starlight     behind     cerulean     eyes.          he’s     always     been     told     he     has     the     looks     of     the     children     of     apollo,     but     that     his     mother’s     heritage     shines     through     his     actions.          his     laugh     has     always     been     an     easy     summoned     one,          even     after     the     war.          his     leg     hurts     but     it’s     nothing     out     of     the     norm     ;          living     with     the     limp     is     something     he’s     grown     accustomed     to.          it’s     a     soft     pain,     that     seeps     up     his     leg.          he     blinks     twice               ----               then     looks     back     at     his     sibling.          "          how’s     your     week     been     ?          we     haven’t     talked     much.          "

[scaravd]

@kleinstar

This world is a logistical nightmare. The fandom mixing. The clash of crossovers. How did nobody notice this flagrant violation of the rules yet?! Surely even in the infinitely expanding multiverse, someone would have done something about a place like this!

Someone who is not him, though. Currently Scarab is not allowed to perform any kind of auditing, even when he himself is trapped in this... city. He can, however, still take notes on the place while he's here, surely to be of use to the next auditor. Which is what he was doing just now before getting too invested into a paragraph about clashing ecosystems and walking into someone else, just as distracted as him. Two notebooks clatter to the ground as both of them step back on instinct.

"Sorry," Scarab says automatically, like he actually cares about being polite, and picks up the dropped notebook. Wait. This one is much thicker than the one he owns. With just a bit of curiosity guiding his hand, he flips through the pages...

...Hm. What colourful images.

"I believe this one is yours." He offers it back, expecting his own in return (it's not nearly as... interesting after all, simply listing all the rules broken by this universe).

[mtvatlas]

It seems to be becoming a THING now that he's TRAPPED with this pack of losers even when there's not a fucking calamity going on. Jonathan at least is tolerable compared to the rest. Mainly because he's not hovering or being fucking annoying. The worst part of surviving and recovery is everyone feeling bad and acting like a few weeks of nagging absolves all guilt. He thinks he liked it better when they all avoided him like the plague when he was still in the hospital.

Last time he was in the Byers house he beat the shit out of Steve. Thought he was saving his sister from some fucked up shit only to get fucking drugged by her and his car stolen. GOOD TIMES. He takes advantage of some bullshit argument and slips deeper into the house, a poster of the Evil Dead catches his eye and he walks in. Good a place as any to lay low Evil Dead's a good flick.

He lights up, then cracks the window a half-hearted courtesy. He is a guest after all. He's not really supposed to smoke anymore but honestly what the fuck to they know about his biology now? He's still got that SHIT in him. Black lung might be better in the long run. Billy is nothing if not a nosy son of a bitch and once the first cassette catches his eye he's immediately interested in seeing how whichever byers this is's musical taste hold up.

starter for @filmdesque

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@lightcreators ♥ ( HARRY ) liked for a starter

“You can do magic?!” Johanna’s soft voice took on an octave higher than normal as she spoke, golden eyes wide with curiosity. Her gaze immediately fell as shyness all but immediately consumed her. Had she been too forward? She hadn't meant to. “S-Sorry.” Johanna muttered shyly, her gaze still low as she tucked a golden curl behind her ear. “I-I think that’s really cool.”