#scratch lor

[talesofmetalandmagic]

The end of Arcane: Jinx is sad and lost everything while Vi has a new purpose in thwarting her

The beginning of my post-Arcane scenario: Vi is a brusque and lonesome cop that no one likes and who’s stuck in a job she hates that alienated her from all her old friends and put her firmly under the cold thumb of Camille Ferros while Jinx is firmly established in Piltover, all the chem-barons cherish and coddle her, she hangs out with Ziggs and Scratch and Mundo and Amy and steals weed from Corina Veraza and she’s always welcome at the Last Drop even Ekko and Zeri have softened and oh what else she’s friends with a DEMON.

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

Queer League of Legends Champions (with explanations) – Part I

Confirmed Lesbians – Neeko, Leona, Diana, Caitlyn, Vi

Starting off with probably the most known LGBTQ+ characters of Riot, we have Neeko, Leona, Diana, Caitlyn, and Vi, all canon lesbians. Neeko's sexuality was a big deal when first announced, not only because she was the first canon queer champion of League but also because her sexuality is explicitly portrayed through her voice lines, as she often flirts with female champions and shows a disinterest in the Shoo'ma of men she shapeshifts into. 

A number of different Rioters have confirmed that Leona and Diana were always meant to be lovers, but someone at Riot Management decided against it, and so they were portrayed as almost sisterly in the old lore. Fast-forward to the present day, they are gay and LOUD about it! The Rise With Me short story officially canonized the couple, and official pride art showed both of them with the lesbian flag. 

Caitlyn and Vi were already a popular ship before their romantic interest in one another became explicit, as shown in Arcane, Legends of Runeterra, and more subtly in the Warriors cinematic. They have also been shown in official pride art holding or wearing the lesbian flag, and they even share a Valentine's Day skin. It's worth adding that Vi also shares another romance-themed skin line with Fiora, and they seem to be very good friends there, but we'll get into that later.

Confirmed Gays – K'Sante, Graves, Aphelios

K'Sante's sexuality, like Neeko's, has been an important part of his character since release. His cinematic and color story both mention Tope, his past male lover, and he was the face of League Pride 2023 alongside Vi.

Graves and Twisted Fate were reportedly, like Diana and Leona, meant to be lovers from day one, but Riot didn't like that (how novel) and scratched that part of their story, simply leaving them as crime partners, nothing else. Burning Tides and Destiny and Fate have been amazing at developing their relationship, but the real confirmation comes with The Boys and Bombolini, which officially confirmed Graves as gay and T.F. as being attracted to him. 

Lastly, we have Aphelios. He and Sett have been a popular ship since the Spirit Blossom release, a skin line that makes them boyfriends, which already confirms him as queer. Throughout this year, Riot has been reposting and sharing Settphel art, which doesn't necessarily mean anything, but what really grabs attention is that they also shared fanart of Aphelios with the toothpaste gay flag, leading me to classify him as such.

Confirmed Bisexuals – Nami, Rell, Sett

Nami surprised pretty much everyone when her addition to Legends of Runeterra confirmed her as polyamorous, being in a relationship with Loto and Tama, other Marai of her tribe. One of the people who worked on her character explicitly highlighted the relationship and affirmed that Nami was pansexual. Since then, Riot has promoted her (through official pride art and LoR emotes) as bisexual. It's a bit unclear how she should be labeled, but one thing is sure: she's queer.

Rell is another champion whose queerness was stated on her debut. Rell had flirtatious lines with both men and women in League and was explicitly labeled as bisexual by her creators, also being confirmed through official pride art.

Finally, there's Sett. People have been speculating on his sexuality for a while, but things changed when Spirit Blossom came along, and he was portrayed as Aphelios' boyfriend. Since then, Sett has been seen in reposted League fanart with the bi flag.

Check out Part II

[y3nze1]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | c.10

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: I / II / III / Navi.

𝐓𝐚𝐠: @cherry-cola-100

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Sorry deeply for being inactive my darlings, me and chaz are very much busy at the moment with personal stuff and we didn't get to update as much, considering it's Noli Me Tangere time for me and chaz has a big entrance exam, yet enough of that. Happy Readings!

"so? what happened next after that date?" Charlie sat by Loralie, curious as she looked at her. Loralie scratched her temple. trying to remember. "i suppose I'll try to remember.." she sat there for a moment. trying to make the memories come back, yet it was no use.

"I see, well it's okay if you don't remember. It was a while ago, so please don't strain yourself." Charlie said, not wanting to push her. "Though if you do remember, i would love to hear about it. I'm sure it was a wonderful date!" Charlie chuckled, taking a sip of her cocoa, happy to have someone to talk to. "So... I take it Y/n, did enjoy his company?" she said, hoping to change the topic.

Loralie chuckled. "He gifted her strings of pearls worth 350,000 dollars.. on their first date." Charlie gasped "Wow! 350,000 dollars..?! That's a lot of money for a first date!" Charlie exclaimed, her eyes widening as she imagined the lavish gift. "But I'm glad it went well. He must have really been taken with her to give her something like that. And on their first date, no less!" Loralie smiled, sighing. "It's better when she tells the story from her perspective." She spoke, turning to Charlie.

They sat there, embracing one another's company. till charlie spoke up. "Where is Y/n now, No?" Charlie sat there with Loralie, enjoying their time together and the warmth of each other's company. The sound of Loralie's laughter, and the way it filled the room, was heartening, and it made Charlie feel like things could be alright. Loralie's friendship was just what she needed, and she felt lucky to have her.

After a while, Charlie turned to her, curious about where Y/n might be. "And where could Y/n be now, Loralie?" she asked, her voice soft and curious. "Do you know what she's up to?" Loralie scratched her head. "Well.. i-i don't know anymore.. I do miss her awfully much. and I'm sure Alastor does too.."

Charlie nodded softly, her eyes fixed on Loralie's face. "I understand, it's tough when someone you care about moves away. But I'm glad that you miss her, I think that's a sign of a true and deep friendship. And I'm sure Y/n misses you too." Charlie reached over and took her hand in hers, smiling softly. "I think friends are a really important part of life, don't you?" Loralie nodded. "Absolutely.."

"oh.. oh!" Loralie snapped her fingers, a memory popping up in her head. Charlie was taken aback by Loralie's sudden burst of excitement, her head snapping up as Loralie spoke. She looked at Loralie with a smile, eager to hear what she had to say. "Oh? Do you remember something, Loralie?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. "Have i told you about their marriage?"

Charlie gasped. "Who's marriage?" Loralie grinned, cupping Charlie's hands softly. turning to her. "I'll tell you.."

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"Y/n?.. there's a letter for you" you shot up from bed "Loralie, isn't this just fantastic!" heading over to Loralie in which she gasped. "look at you, Moonpie! gorgeous.." You smiled. grabbing the letter from Loralie as she hands it to you. "who's it from?" you look at her for a moment. "It's from Alastor" You felt yourself tremble "Alastor?.." petrified from where you stood. You opened the letter. you placed a hand over your mouth as you read.

Filled with tears. You fell to the floor. your cries wet the paper more and more till it was unreadable anymore. Loralie quickly approached you. wrapping her arms around you as you huffed brokenly, gripping the pearl necklace around your neck. "I don't want it anymore.." you whispered under your breath, turning to Loralie. "Lor.. I-i changed my mind.. Loralie! i don't want to do this anymore." You cried out. pulling the pearl necklace, the beads falling to the ground as it scattered everywhere.

Loralie's eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly changed your mind and pulled off the pearl necklace. "Y/n? What's wrong? Why don't you want it anymore?" Her tone was soft and concerned, and her gaze was fixed on you. "Is everything alright?" She cooed, grabbing the pearls that fell. collecting each one.

"I DON'T WANT TO MARRY HIM." you snapped, Loralie stared at you in shock. stopping her actions. "Y/n, you can't be serious." You shoom your head, standing up abruptly reaching for the door. But before you could run out. Loralie grabbed your waist pulling you back as you protested. "LORALIE! NO! LET ME GO. HE NEEDS ME!... he.. he needs me!" Loralie groaned pulling you back into the room, setting you down onto the bed. "Y/N! what has happened to you?! have you gone mad?!" you shook your head, crying desperately. "We already planned this wedding for months! we can't just end this now!"

"Now let's get you ready, we only have 2 hours for the makeup and veil" Loralie pulled you to the other room to get you ready, wiping off your tears, She called out to some maids to help with reattaching the necklace once more.

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You stood blankly as Vox held your hand tightly. you didn't have the capability to react anymore. "Hey, are you alright, sweetheart?" Vox asked, his voice filled with concern. He looked into your eyes, searching for any signs of stress or discomfort. "You seem lost in thought, is everything okay?" He kept a firm grip on your hand, but he was still gentle as he spoke to you.

He cupped your cheek softly making you snap out of your trance, you stood there looking back at him as you slowly nodded. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

As he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, you felt warmth radiate from your head, down your spine, spreading throughout your body. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of love and tenderness wash over you. The gesture was simple, yet so meaningful. It spoke volumes about the kind of man he was, someone who cared and respected you. You couldn't help but feel gratitude for the love and attention he was giving you.

You thought back to the letter. feeling yourself sink in guilt. He took your hand gently, leading you to your quarters to rest for the day. in which you appreciated. he placed another peck over your hand. You smiled in return. closing the door softly as you retreat inside your room. you felt yourself slowly being engulfed with hesitation. trying to keep yourself sane.

You headed to the balcony, gripping the railings as if you were out of breath. Watching over the shore. "I'm just.. thinking about something" you mumbled under your breath, your seemingly lost in the waves. Vox wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a soft peck over your shoulders. You kept your eyes closed, trying to shift your mind to something else.

Vox held you close, his warmth soothing you as you felt his chest rise and fall against your back. You couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over you as he held you, and you were grateful for the comfort he provided, but it wasn't the one you wished to feel. You kept your eyes closed, letting the sound of the waves and the feel of his arms wrap around you.

As you stood there, Vox's arms wrapped around you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. You still had the letter in your pocket, and it weighed heavily on your mind. You knew that you needed to say something, to talk it out with him, but you weren't sure how to approach the subject. You wanted to be honest and open with him, but you were afraid of how he would react. You stood there, lost in thought, wondering how to move forward.

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"Al, Enough, you've had too much to drink." Husk growled, grabbing the empty shot glass that was once in Alastor's hand. wiping off the excess liquid in the glass. "Look at you man, you're absolutely fucked up." he said, looking down at his dear friend, who had his head down onto the counter.

Alastor was silent for a moment, before lifting his head and meeting Husk's eyes. "I know, I know," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't move an inch, continuing to rest his head on the counter. His eyes were vacant, glassy, and bloodshot. It was clear that he had drunk more than he should have.

Husk frowned, looking at Alastor with concern. He knew that his friend had been dealing with some personal issues lately, but he had never seen him this drunk before. he asked, placing his hands on Alastor's shoulder. "Look man, The least you could do is be happy, not only for her but for you too, Maybe she's happy with her life now that she's married, who knows, maybe she knew the guy longer than she knew you.."

"I know, I know," Alastor groaned, his voice muffled by the counter. "It just hurts so much to see her love and be loved by someone else, and it's not me." he muttered, his eyes welling up with tears.

Husk sighed, placing a reassuring hand on Alastor's shoulder. "I totally get it man, but you can't dwell on it forever. You gotta move on, or it's gonna eat you up inside," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

Alastor wiped his eyes, "I bought all these things for her.. this luxury life that she'd want, and now she's just married to a guy?.."

Husk listened to Alastor with a sympathetic ear, feeling the weight of his friend's pain. "I understand that you're hurting right now, but you need to let go," he said gently, placing a hand on Alastor's shoulder. "You've done everything you can, you've done your best. And now, you need to let go. For her sake, and for your own. You deserve to be happy too, and you can't be happy if you're hung up on what used to be."

"Plus don't you think she'd want you to be happy too? And if she loves you, she'd want you to be happy, even if she's happy with someone else. I know it sucks, and it hurts, but you need to keep moving forward."

Husk paused, considering his words before continuing. "Look, I know you're in pain right now. Me and Nif? we're here for you man, no matter what. But you need to let go of this pain, and start moving on with your life. You deserve that, you deserve to be happy."

"Thanks husker" He smiled weakly, running his fingers through his hair. "Ever considered being a therapist?" Alastor chuckled. "Nah, i just need to stop hanging out with Rosie, or else I'd turn into a fucking guru"

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"No, you didn't have to Al.. it's just a simple wedding.. I don't need a gift." You smiled, clutching the phone over your ear. placing a pillow over your lap. You giggled, your fingers fiddling over the cords of the telephone. You left out a soft giggle.

"Please, it's my pleasure, take it as an appreciation party for your marriage." He said, "Unfortunately, Vox is not gonna be home till Thursday, I'm gonna have to go alone. will that be alright?" Your eyes drifted to the outside view, watching over the shore. "Of course my dear, it's no big deal. I'll have my chauffeur pick you up, let's say.. 4pm, will that be alright?"

"Yes, That would be great, thank you again Alastor." you put the phone down. smiling at the thought of visiting him again. Yet you felt the guilt creep inside you once more. You decided to put it aside and just enjoy the opportunity that was given to you.

You got yourself ready, wearing a neat outfit to visit his home, waiting by the window to see the car come by to pick you up, and when it did. you hurried down to get in.

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Alastor fiddled with his fingers nervously. huffing as he waited for the car to come back. he bit his bottom lip. tapping his feet, he felt the chair eat him up. Husk stood by his side trying to keep him calm.

That's when the car entered his premises, rolling up to the front entrance of his newly bought house, not as grand as a mansion, but it's big enough to be considered as one. He took one final breath, Making his way to the front door to greet you.

As the door opened, you carefully got out, Alastor's eyes met yours, he felt everything stop around him, focused on you. He felt his heart beating faster at every step you took, moving closer and closer to him. He smiled widely as the butterflies in his stomach fluttered. You called out to him softly.

"Alastor.." You stared into his eyes, taking in his features, He took your hand, gently placing a peck over it.

"My Darling.."

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 48, 1 décembre 1900, Paris. Nos. 2, 3, 4 et 5. — Globe en roses lumineuses. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Nos. 2, 3, 4 et 5. — Globe en roses lumineuses. — Ce modèle est destiné à l'éclairage; on peut le suspendre aux arbres, dans les allées, vestibules, à une corniche, à une lampe, partout enfin où il peut produire bon effet. La taille est de moyenne proportion; cependant si on veut l'agrandir et faire grosse lanterne, rien ne sera plus facile lors de la fabrication de la carcasse, qui se fait en fil de laiton recouverte de tulle ou de mousseline raide sur toute sa surface et à l'une des extrémités — celle du bas. — Ce tulle se bâtit à grands points sur les fils de laiton. Lorsque la préparation est terminée, il faut tailler des pétales de rose sur les tailles données dans l'intérieur des dessins. Il serait bon même de grandir un peu les proportions données et les établir sur des bandes de mousseline de soie assorties.

Lorsque les bandes ont tailladées, on griffe les bandes à dents pointues; quant aux deux autres bandes, les pétales doivent être roulés, puis renversés d'un côté. Une seule bande griffée suffit par rose, mais il faut deux bandes au moins des deux autres numéros. Lorsqu'elles sont ainsi préparées, on fait un petit crochet à un fil de laiton un peu fort, on l'entre dans la marge de l'étoffe; puis, appuyant ce fil de fer entre le pouce et l'index, on tourne la première bande autour de ce doigt comme dans le premier détail; puis une partie de la bande roulée; on rapproche le majeur, et la bande vient à son tour l'envelopper et s'enrouler à la fois sur les deux doigts comme dans le deuxième détail.

L'étoffe doit être serrée du bas, aller légèrement en descendant, pour que l'épanouissement de la rose soit bien réussi. On retire ses doigts et l'on fronce en même temps le bas de ces bandes, de façon à le bien attacher autour de la tige, comme dans le troisième détail. On termine en attachant deux longs brins de laiton que l'on fixe sur le cercle en commençant par le haut. Les roses sont assez rapprochées les unes des autres pour ne pas laisser de vide et toujours en cercle. Ce travail pourra être fait par dessus un globe en verre si l'on désire l'adapter à une lampe ou bien suspendre dans l'intérieur de la carcasse une petite monture en fil de laiton, qui soutiendra un verre étroit dans lequel on mettra de l'huile et une veilleuse bien éclairante.

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Nos. 2, 3, 4 and 5. — Globe in luminous roses. — This model is intended for lighting; it can be hung from trees, in paths, vestibules, from a cornice, from a lamp, wherever it can produce a good effect. The size is of average proportion; However, if we want to enlarge it and make a big lantern, nothing will be easier when manufacturing the carcass, which is made of brass wire covered with tulle or stiff muslin over its entire surface and at one of the ends. — the one at the bottom. — This tulle is constructed with large points on the brass wires. When the preparation is completed, cut rose petals to the sizes given in the interior of the designs. It would even be good to enlarge the given proportions a little and establish them on matching strips of chiffon.

When the strips have been cut, we scratch the strips with sharp teeth; as for the other two strips, the petals must be rolled, then turned over on one side. A single branded strip is enough per rose, but at least two strips of the other two numbers are required. When they are thus prepared, we make a small hook on a rather strong brass wire, we insert it into the margin of the fabric; then, pressing this iron wire between the thumb and the index finger, we turn the first strip around this finger as in the first detail; then part of the rolled strip; we bring the middle finger together, and the band in turn wraps it and wraps around both fingers as in the second detail.

The fabric must be tight from the bottom, going slightly downwards, so that the flowering of the rose is successful. We remove our fingers and at the same time we france the bottom of these strips, so as to attach it well around the stem, as in the third detail. We finish by attaching two long strands of brass which we fix on the circle starting at the top. The roses are close enough to each other so as not to leave any gaps and always in a circle. This work can be done over a glass globe if you wish to adapt it to a lamp or else suspend in the interior of the carcass a small brass wire frame, which will support a narrow glass in which you will put oil and a bright night light.

[lorienn-art]

FR [Underwater] Heyyy Ça faisait un moment que je n'avais pas posté une grosse illu à l'aquarelle ! Le concept de cette illu me traînait dans la tête depuis un moment (sans doute trèèèès fortement influencé par la chanson "Underwater" de Mika jsjsjsjs) Je suis assez fière du résultat ; en fait, à chaque fois que je reprends mes pinceaux pour faire une nouvelle illustration, j'ai le sentiment que j'ai complètement oublié comment faire et que je dois tout réapprendre de 0, et à chaque fois, je me prouve moi-même le contraire — il faut croire que le travail et la pratique ne s'évaporent pas d'un coup haha (AH et disclaimer : si vous vous noyez en embrassant votre partenaire lors d'une plongée en apnée, je ne suis absolument pas responsable, pigé ? 👀) Bref prenez soin de vous et à la prochaine 🤙✨️ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

EN [Underwater] Heyyy It's been a while since I last posted a big watercolour piece like this! I've had the concept of this illustration in mind for a while now (probably highlyyyy influenced by Mika's "Underwater" song jsjsjsjs) I'm quite proud of the result; actually, whenever I start a new watercolour piece with my loyal brushes, I have the feeling that I've completely forgotten how to do it and that I have to relearn everything from scratch, and each time I prove myself wrong — looks like work and practice don't disappear like that overnight haha (OH and disclaimer: if you end up being drowned because you tried to kiss your partner while free-diving, I am absolutely not responsible for it, got it? 👀) Anyway, take care and see ya in the next one 🤙✨️

[odekoyma]

I feel like that Lor Seraphine is much better than League seraphine. I like her there because there is an actual idea where her story could go. Maybe, we could find why she sings and wants to help connect piltover and Zaun. My theory is that the picture on the desk of the acoustician is not Seraphine but her mother. That could be why she had dyed her hair pink. Maybe her mom was Zaunite and she wants to show the two nations can work together as she is proof of that. The other direction could a relationship with Scratch or Zaunite Diva. This goes on to show why legends of runeterra team should probably do the lore of league. Sorry about the rant but here's my oponion on the new cards. Sett's mom will probably a follower in the next champion trailer either Samira or Jack. I would say thank you for the amazing art.

Interesting theory about Seraphine, but she is truly a better character in Lor IMO! I love her design, and her arts there, makes me actually not despise her so much as I used to.

AND I SAW NO MAMA OF SETT THERE! I HATE IT! WORST GAME!

[definesanity]

Y Ferch a'r Carw.

That. Darned. Giggle.

Alice liked to keep to herself; in fact, she loves to keep to herself. It was one of the few she did love.

But Nori's kid's giggle? No. It's too darn similar to Nori's giggle. The type she did whenever she killed someone. Or, discovered a new amusement from that damn witch power they and Yeva shared.

Pah. Now look at her: Sitting with the kid looking at her. She found her skulking around above the underground; she was taking a risk, and took it head-on. But she needed to get the oil for herself and Beau. He should have enough for a couple'a months, but...

She thought Nori's kid was Nori, and panicked. After all, she and her didn't get along the best; Yeva was much better, that quiet Russian gal always trying to keep herself calm by saying random facts an' such.

But, the kid caught her, chained her, and is now keeping her in her room. In her sight, and in her mind.

"Ya know, I ain' gonna attack ya." she commented, trying to scratch an itch that was really starting to annoy her. "What could I even do?"

"If you knew my Mom, you'd know more about this," she gestured to her eye, wherein the damned symbol appeared. "You're not getting out until I get answers, because I know you're more dangerous than the Murder Drones. Who are you?"

"..."

"...Ugh. Listen, lady, I don't wanna chain you up. Even if it's really cool, me interrogating you like this, it's still not enjoyable."

Alice looked at the kid. The kid did so likewise. She wasn't getting out of this, was she?

So, with a groan, she spoke:

"...My name is Alice. Subject Zero-One-Seven to the humans." she spat out. And judging by how the kid's eyes lit up, it was good info.

"'Subject'?" and of course that's the first question.

"Yeah. Subject," she spat out oil to her side. "They foun' us, and locked us up like we were toys. Me, Yeva, and Nori. Yeva was nice. Quiet." she then shot forwards, looking at the kid with a strained smile. "But Nori? Oh, no... she loved attention, and the power that lil' trick of 'er's gave to her. She used it of'en, the Sentinels liked to lick her feet, and either tormented Yeva, tormented me or, on a bad day, both. Robo-Lor' we fight back though, 'cuz she was more than 'creative' with her 'pranks'."

The kid's eyes got more and more open, until she looked downright horrified. "...You're wrong." she said. "Mom... she was always trying to get away from the horrors the Solver cau--"

Alice hissed at the words, her antlers and its attachments tinkling. "So Zero-Two 'ad a change'a heart, did she? Hah! Didn' think twice abou' us or anyone else though, did she?!"

"How am I supposed to know?! She's DEAD!" the kid shouted. After a moment, she caught her breath, and now looked at Alice's stunned expression, orange eyes blinking in a in stunned silence.

"...Nori's dead?" she repeated, orange eyes still not back to a regular shape yet. "But... she's Nori! The hotshot aroun' the labs!"

"Yeah? Still not immune to the nanites of a Disassembly Drone's tail now, is she?"

"...Yeah. You're righ' abou' that one."

"What, suddenly you care?"

"'Course not. Just surprised that Nori could die. Didn't think she could, hones'ly."

The two sat in silence. Then, Alice's eyes flickered to her. "Say. Never did get your name. What she call ya?"

"What, want a name to put on the grave?"

"Because I don't wanna keep callin' ya 'Nori's Kid'; from what I've seen, you're different from her. Namely, not puttin' me through a wall."

She rolled her eyes. But, she still answered: "Uzi. Don't call me Doorman."

"...Wait, Nori and Khan married?"

"Unfortunately... lemme guess, he was a deadbeat back then as well?"

"Just a idjit; I mean, he did have a weird obsession with doors but, hey, I'm a scavenger, so who am I to poke fingers at?"

"That 'weird obsession' caused him to nearly kill me." Uzi spat out. Then, mimicked Alice by spitting on the ground (Alice almost smiled).

"Sheesh, I hope Yeva was at least a lil' more lucky."

"She's also dead; her daughter, Doll, also has the 'lil' trick'."

"...Yeah, okay, you know what? I take back what I said: everything has gone ta' hell."

Another silence came over them, them broken by Uzi instead.

"You... said you were a scavenger, right?"

"Only one down below. At least, only one left." she didn't say a word about Beau. She wanted to keep at least one thing to herself.

"Then, let's say I keep you around, let you scavenge, and you can tell me more on the... thing?"

Alice paused to think. Well, pretended to, anyways.

"Let me go on weekends back to my home."

"Why?"

"To get Nunya."

"Funny... but, that's gonna be the best I get, isn't it?"

"Damn straight it is."

"...Ugh, fine. I just hope you don't mind additional company."

"Uzi, I lived with humans watching over me, I'm used to it by now."

Uzi rolled her eyes, and got up towards her. Unshackling her, she gestured behind her, through the doors. "Go and get a shower. You smell like twenty-year-old oil."

"Twenty-one, actually."

"That's worse!"

Alice took that moment to slither out of the door. Not towards freedom, no, but to said shower. Of course, not one with water. It was more of a dry cleaning than anything else and, boy, did she need one.

"'Uzi', huh?" she asked to no one. "Gotta admit; yer at least nicer than Nori ever was."

To a brewing companionship, she supposes, heh...

[dross-the-fish]

Saw your Lor Olympus post and got curious. If you were writing her how would you improve Persephone?

That'd be a hard task, there's not much of a character to her tbh. I could scrape a wad of bubblegum off the street and put googly eyes on it and it would have about as much personality as Persephone does. Honestly I'd probably just throw out the whole webcomic version and make my own character from scratch in a different adaptation. There's nothing you can really work with in LO, it's unsalvageable.

[rei-does-stuff]

MLP MYM TIME PART 2 BABYYYYY

Ep 4!!!!

-I always get giddy when the mlp jingle appears

-AWW HE RESPECTS HER BOUNDARIES

-OH ALPHABITTLE IS GONNA WANNA KILL OPALINE FOR ALL THE TRAUMA SHE GAVE HIS LITTLE GIRL YOU KNOW IT

-OH SHE DOESNT REMEMBER SO SHE CANT RLLY RELATE ANYMORE OUGH I LOVE THIS

-IZZY SEES ALPHABITTLE AS A FATHER FIGURE CONFIRMED

-Jog your memory, that’s what zipp tried to do man!! It aint gonna work!!

-WAIT WAIT I NEED TO CHECK THE INTRO TO MAKE SURE BUT I THINK IT CHANGED SO MISTY IS HAPPY INSTEAD OF SCARED OMG I LOVE THAT

-OMG SHES IN THE GROUP SHOT OF THE INTRO AAAA

-AWE THAT WHY HE LOVES GAMES OMG OMG

-OMG SUNNY AND ZIPP TEAMUP???

-IZZY TOO?? SUNIZY MOMENTS MAYBE??

-AWW PITCH MOMENTS

-AWW AN ACTUAL ROOM FOR HER

-Dust bunnicorns aww

-NOO MISTY YOUR FEELINGS MATTER TOO!!

-Aww he listens to her!!

-Aw Alphabittle ik you’re trying but she’s an adult buddy a grown mare!!

-Damn misty way to trauma dump /j

-I love this old woman she is SO fun

-I love the poetry ponies <3

-CAROUSEL BOUTIQUE REFERENCE OMG OMG

-NOO SHES CRYING :((

-This is such a mature topic and theyre handling it SO well man!!

-VINYL SCRATCH’S GLASSES???

-Dawn?? LUSTER DAWN??

-MOONDANCER?????

-AWW NOW SHE HAS A REAL REAL ROOM!!!

-AWW THEY BOND OVER TEA NOW

-AMAZING EP MY FAVE SO FAR

Ep 5!!!

-ooo I might not like this one! Dont like smell-stuff things in eps

-JAZZ

-TELL HER YALL

-Least pipp is happy

-SUNNY ZIPP MARRIED COUPLE ALERT I AM A TRUTHER AT THIS POINT

-OOO WE GETTIN LORE!!

-I like how they show the colts getting in on the beauty too!!

-Okok ik I’m a Sunizy stan but SUNZIP IS RLLY GROWING ON ME WITH THESE EP

-POSEY BEING TWO FACED I LOVE IT

-SUNS THEY HAVE NICKNAMES

-OMG OMG THEY ARE SO CUTE

-SPROUT

-Youhoof

-CHOSEN ONE SUNNY

-OPALINE

-Poseys fuckin smile she KNOWS she’s a bitch and is reveling in it, this is why you shouldn’t feel bad when she gets hit a boulder in tyt yall

-OH THE PIPP RECOLOR IS BACK

-I keep worrying they’re gonna drop the locket

-OOO LORE LORE LOR—

-GOOD EP

LAST EP!!!!

-HALLOWEEN EP!! Or nightmare night ep haha

-AWW SPARKY IS CUTE IN THAT OUTFIT NGL

-OOO MISTY GOT A PLAN

-I will admit they are being a little dumb not noticing the pumpkins disappearing but i will let it slide

-OPALINE

-OH ALL THE PUMPKINS ARE GETTING SENT TO OPALINE

-OHHH NOOOO

-“Opaline’s coming to town” OHHHHHH I LOVE HERRR

-OUGH ITS LIKE NIGHTMARE MOON APPEARING I LOVE IT

-AWW THEY LOVE HER

-Au where Opaline is redeemed and she just puts on fright shows <3

-Rocky and Jazz have the best dynamic

-NOO POSEYS CUTIE MARK….I surprisingly dont feel that bad— BUT ALSO MORE POSEY x WINDY MOMENTS GIRLFRIENDS????

-SPROUT

-Also yea the town’s ppl being dumb is annoying BUT ILL LET IT SLIDE

-Small SunIzzy moment <3

-SHE SCREAMED!!!

-DRAGONS!!!!

-MAP TIME!!!!

-DRAGONLANDS

-OUGHH I NEED CHAPTER 6 RIGHT NOW!!!

[talesofmetalandmagic]

I wonder what a girl’s night out consisting of Jinx, Zeri, Seraphine, Scratch, Amy and Orianna would look like.

[scoopsgf]

im really conflicted with lorelai because on one hand, she raised her daughter by herself after becoming a teen mom and basically got her life together on her own. on the other hand, she’s not a great parent- i hate to say it but if lorelai fed her daughter junk food and was flaky as a mom, but great as a best friend, most people around her in the real world would question her parenting style. i get that her relationship with her parents is unstable due to lasting traumas but the way she treats her parents even after they paid for rory’s school irks me. she didn’t treat max right, she wasn’t always great to sookie, and it’s just a multitude of things that make me appreciate her, but not like her.

hmm… i can see this, but i feel like lorelai gets demonized for a lot of normal, little mistakes that most parents and people in general make. coming from someone who wishes that they had a lorelai for a mom, i’m more willing to look past the tiny infractions. the junk food thing is purely for comedic effect so i really don’t take it into consideration when i judge lorelai’s parenting skills (plus we see fruits and vegetables in their fridge on multiple occasions, and while lor and rory often go out to eat, rory could easily order like, a salad from luke’s if she wanted. he’d be happy to make that for her, meaning she does have access to healthy foods, not to mention her chilton lunch meals are definitely nutritionally balanced). anyway, i wouldn’t call lorelai a flaky mom at all. in fact i’d say she’s almost overly invested in rory’s life: she always wants to know what’s going on, she goes out of her way to make sure rory has what she needs, and she’s constantly trying to maintain an open line of communication with her daughter. while she doesn’t always go about this the right way, it’s her intentions that really matter—she wants rory to know she can come to her, that she can trust her. she makes rory dresses from scratch and fills their house with books and music and goes to business school so she can make a better life for them. she puts aside her pride to ensure that rory’ll have the best education possible. yeah, she can be selfish and immature at times, and she screws up, but so does everyone and that’s literally the point of the show: all the characters on gg are meant to be realistic, they’re meant to frustrate the audience at times and piss people off, because that’s just human nature. no one can be perfect, but lorelai is definitely a really great mom. she just has deep-seated issues when it comes to things like boys and intimacy and secret keeping, which given her upbringing is kind of hard to put her down for (though it does drive me crazy at times). anyway yeah, idk, my point is that of course she can’t be perfect but compared to a lot of moms (both in fiction and irl) she does pretty damn well.

[leiawritesstories]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of either Rowaelin or Elorcan cuddling and rowan or lorcan being half asleep and not wanting to let go? I’ve been needing a serotonin kick lately❤️

I would love to ❤️❤️ 

Can’t Let You Move 

word count: 729

warnings: absolutely none :) 

@writtenonreceipts this is dedicated to you, I know nothing can really help, but I hope this little bit of Elorcan brings you a smile ❤️

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Elide Lochan loved her husband. She really did. Even when he was laying directly atop her legs, which had definitely fallen asleep under all six-foot-five, 240 pounds of muscled man that was Lorcan Salvaterre. 

He’d come home from work exhausted, she could tell by the way his shoulders slumped and the darkness smeared under his eyes, so the first thing she’d done when he poked his head into the living room was to roll up onto her toes and plant a gentle kiss on his lips. He tipped his head down to meet her, since he was a good foot and more taller, leaning gratefully into his petite wife’s caress. 

“Hungry?” she asked. 

“Not really.” Even his voice was thick with exhaustion. 

“Okay.” She kissed him again. “Don’t fall asleep in the shower, Lor.” 

“I’ll try.” He threw her a tiny little hint of a smile as he headed for the master bedroom. 

Some twenty minutes later, he’d thudded back downstairs, showered and wearing only a pair of boxers, and flopped down onto the dark gray sectional couch, plopping his damp head in Elide’s lap. “What’s on the trashy watch list tonight?” 

She snickered. Ever since they’d started dating, they’d had a watch list on their Netflix that was just the most mindless reality shows, which they loved to turn on after a long day so they could have themselves a good laugh. “Bachelor reruns.” 

“Fuck yeah.” Lorcan winked up at her. “Nothing like twenty tipsy blondes to make ya laugh, babe.” 

“Just what I ordered,” she grinned, stroking her fingers through his hair. She swore the man actually purred at the gesture, the low rumble deep in his throat warming her to her bones. 

Lorcan shifted so his head was up against her chest, much of his weight draped over her legs, careful to keep away from her bad ankle, and wrapped his arms around her waist, thumbs rubbing patterns against her spine. He snorted and scoffed his way through about the first fifteen minutes of the episode, his little sarcastic noises gradually trailing off as he closed his eyes and snuggled with his wife. Who was all too willing to indulge him with cuddles, her delicate hands stroking up and down his back, nails scratching against his scalp as she trailed her fingers through his hair. 

They’d let the screen go dark after the episode was over, content to just bask in each other’s presence. Elide knew her legs had fallen asleep, and she was pretty sure her husband had, too, judging from the way his breathing was slow and even as it fanned across her skin. A soft smile curved her lips as she kept petting his dark head, gingerly trying to shift her legs so they’d wake up. 

Lorcan’s arms flexed around her waist. “Mmmphhhno,” he mumbled, clearly awake enough to not want to move. 

Elide giggled softly. “Doesn’t bed sound a lot more comfy, babe?” 

“Can’t let you move,” he returned, his eyes cracking partially open to wink sleepily up at her. 

“Well, your back’s gonna give you grief if you sleep out on the couch,” she mused. 

He grumbled something incoherent. “Don’t wanna move. Stay, babe.” 

She grinned, growing more tired by the minute herself. “I gotta wake up my legs, Lor.” 

He mumbled something she chose not to hear and reluctantly sat up, letting her swing her legs off the couch and stand up, shaking out her limbs. “Don’t wanna have to climb the stairs,” he protested as she tugged on his hands. 

“I can’t give you a piggyback, you’re too tall,” was her deadpan response. “C’mon, babe. Get upstairs into bed and I’ll let you be the little spoon.” 

Well, that was one way to get him moving. 

Once Elide came to bed, dressed in her cozy pajamas that consisted of a pair of old sleep shorts and one of Lorcan’s t-shirts, it barely took him sixty seconds before he’d burrowed into her warmth, his muscles shifting as he settled into the cocoon of her arms, once again hugging her close and resting his head in the crook of her shoulder. And he tumbled into sleep content in his wife’s arms, the exhaustion of the day fading away beneath her touch. 

God, if any of the guys found out he was such a sap, he’d never hear the end of it. 

[amooo1023]

Magolor x reader (romantic headcanons)

Wooooo- I have way too much energy tonight! Anyways, Magolor romantic headcanons because I'm simping hard today. (Also because I'm too lazy to make a oneshot today)

Alright, so it's an already established relationship.

He can't kiss you since he doesn't have a mouth or any lips. Instead there will be other affectionate acts he can do.

But he would really appreciate it if you kiss him often. The only times he might not like it is when he's busy with something.

He's a lot more patient with you unlike how he was when you two were friends.

More relaxed when near you. He's kind of on the edge every time he's with other people, especially if it's Marx.

He has manipulated you multiple times but he won't ever admit it. Despite him having manipulated you a lot in your life he doesn't do it anymore since he sees no use for it, yet.

If you have had a bad day Magolor will comfort you throughout the entire day, most of the time he tries to comfort you by using his magic.

That doesn't mean he only uses his magic to comfort you though.

Takes you out on dates a lot. But they aren't the classic restaurant dates since he can't eat. Instead his dates are more directed to technology and stars. Some of his 'dates' aren't even dates but he finds them romantic.

He really likes stargazing with you. He finds it relaxing and fun. There have been times when he has fallen asleep on you(or on your shoulder) while you two were stargazing.

It usually resulted in you having to carry him back inside the lor starcutter. Luckily, he's really light and barely weighs anything.

He sleeps with you every night. He usually doesn't move a lot while in bed or sleeping with you. He tugs onto you while sleeping. Sometimes when he feels really comfortable with you he sleeps on you while in bed. He also purrs.

He cooks for you if you need food. Usually you never get to cook. Despite him not eating food he's relatively okay at cooking.

If you tease him for looking like an egg he'll get annoyed and tease you back.

He loves physical affection. He might not ask you for permission if he wants to hug you or hold you though (Unless you have haphephobia). Randomly touches you out of nowhere while he compliments you for various things.

Loves getting pets or scratches behind his ears.

Blushes very often, sometimes he hides it since he doesn't want to be made fun out of you because of it.

Organizes your things if you ask him to, but he'll only do it if you're there with him.

He really likes being in fake battle scenarios with you. Usually as a fun game to play with you.

He's really good at chess and strategic board games. You might've beaten him once in a board game but that's the highest you can go. (unless you're really good) Either way he really likes playing board games with you. (Unless he loses)

He's a sore loser beat him in a bunch of games and he'll get slightly annoyed over it.

Likes reading books for you. If you two don't have anything to do.

If you have a hard time falling asleep at night Magolor will try to sooth you into sleeping through his magic.

He likes cuddling a lot, but sometimes he might not be in the mood for it.

Snuggles into your chest or shoulder depending on his mood.

When he is in need of comfort his first option would be going to you. Kissing and petting him at the same time might sooth Magolor.

He's slightly mischievous but never goes too insane or far with his pranks and mischief. His harsh ones goes to random people or his other friends.

Relatively calm relationship except for Magolor overthinking useless stuff.

[lastoreadoras]

if you had to choose one lor deck to bring back in the meta (standard or eternal) what would be your choice? mine would be some form of Go Hard deck (i have a fun senna/tf go hard deck and i wanna try brewing a noxus go hard deck that uses disintegrate and pirouette)

I haven't played in a little bit because of pvp anxiety and nobody to friend challenge, but I used to LOVE Nasus Thresh. It just scratched the right itches (and it pounded aggro into the dust). Nasus and Thresh are also two of my favorite champions in league (gangplank is my highest mastery in league, but gp in lor doesn't really do it for me)

I definitely want to jump back in and brew some decks soon considering that I have. all the cards,,

[wondariadreamparade]

yoooo it’s a little late today but I finally managed to get a magomarch prompt finished!! anyway the prompt for day 21 was mirror, so I whipped up a design for a mirror magolor based on some stray headcanons.

visually I took some cues from magolor’s dimensional traveler look, since this mags does Not do well for himself. as far as I know the mirror world doesn’t have much in terms of powerful artifacts like the master crown, but mirror mags still wants power, so he loots any powerful objects and weapons he can find. unfortunately, the lor starcutter isn’t around in the mirror world and his Chronic Backstabbing Syndrome is even worse than regular magolor, so virtually no one is willing to help or befriend him for very long. he is very alone, and despite his situation his emotional walls are Extremely thick and he would never admit that deep down, true friends are what he really wants.

[Image description: a digital drawing of a mirror version of Magolor. He is mostly grayscale, with a spiky pattern along his hood and tilted stripes on his ears. His scarf is tied in a knot, and it and his cape are somewhat ragged. He is looking downward tiredly, scratching his head and holding a Sword Knight’s sword. The background includes a mirror pattern.]

[The comments on the drawing read: “almost always tired”, “he’s very lonely (but would never admit it)”, “stolen from a sword knight” (pointing to his sword), and “constantly on the move, since he has no real home or family (and no one trusts him enough not to steal from them)”. End ID.]

[ronearoundblindly]

The Dignity of His Choice (8)

[sorry for the delay, the majority of this chapter was hand-written and took a while to type up]

Badge, Part One (see previous or series)

gif by @justconfettiandsomeddew; dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Steve's three months alone. (Warnings for annnngst)

“So I’m standing there—” Steve sniffs in the frigid, late-morning air “—ring in my pocket, praying she doesn’t touch me, though Lor’ knows I wouldn’a been that mad, and it nearly—” he grunts to heave the bucket of fresh water up the bank until a plateau “—scraps the whole plan.”

Steve laughs softly, climbing back up the mostly frozen ground to get a good handle on the bucket.

“‘Course, little did I know I’d of had just as much luck at that moment as the actual, planned version. Fireworks display. Two goons in the woods scaring the stuffin’ outta her. All that without me telling anyone.” 

He makes his way back to the cabin, coughing every now and then from the dry scratch of his throat. He had an asthma attack for the first time in almost a century last week, so he takes it slow on the steep terrain.

“Gah,” he huffs, pausing within view of his tiny, makeshift home of…he’s lost count of the days, honestly. “I’m surprised she even said yes.”

Steve gets the water inside, partially filling the wash basin first, but letting it all sit and warm slightly before he braves a drink. From his pocket he pulls out his compass, which he no longer needs to orient himself within a five-mile radius, and sets it beside the basin, open.

“You’d’a loved her, Pegs.”

When he first came here, Steve lamented never changing out the black and white photo of Agent Carter for yours. Long ago you swore up and down that it was crucial Steve keep reminders of his life—his whole life—all around, and you knew Peggy was a big part of that. So he kept the little token in place as a testament to how far he’d come. Now he’s glad. If he had changed the photo, if he spoke to you as if you were here, he’d have gone insane already.

Peggy is like the Howling Commandos; Steve knows she’s not here and she’s never coming back, but you… He needs to hope you’re coming back, or rather, that he’s going back to you. He doesn’t want scrambled memories of things he actually told you and things he muttered to an inanimate bit of tin clasped at his side, but it’s too quiet. He can’t say nothing for months on end.

Instead, he focuses on water, food, and fire.

His normal spot on the stream was too narrow and completely froze over a while ago, so it takes him more of the already shortened daylight hours to handle the water portion of survival. As for food, he’s somewhat unwillingly connected to his Irish roots while out here, finding and maintaining Bucky’s potato farm that exists in the crawl space below the cabin's floorboards. Steve found Megaspud early on, ate what he could, and used the rest for fertilizer. He maintains even a small fire (which luckily doesn’t produce light outside the cabin) in order to keep the ground beneath the structure from freezing.

To say Steve’s been ‘eating lean’ would be like saying people went on a fad diet during the Depression. His body shows it finally, after so long, though he’s by no means the skinny thing he used to be. The serum can’t maintain the bulk of his normal physique without more sustenance, and without all the help the serum can offer, his body reverts to some old habits. Hence, an asthma attack in winter on the tundra that took him by such surprise he had to dredge up memories of how to help himself without medical assistance. He did not miss how scary those things are. Not one bit.

Steve takes it easy. He hates it. He’s miserable, and even though the days are shorter, everything drags on and on and on.

He should be able to handle this.

He’s not. Not well at least.

He reminds himself every single sunrise that you are safe because he’s alone here without you. He reminds himself every single sunset that you are not alone even though he isn’t there with you.

Steve also reminds himself that he chose this—you did not—so he compresses all his discomfort, his annoyance, and his hopelessness into a pit in his stomach that likely weighs more than his actual body at this point.

He doesn’t talk to a photograph of you, and he tries so, so hard not to think of you too much because by now he can’t get Buck’s questions out of his head. What if you hurt yourself? What if you move on? What if you already—no. He just can’t.

There are only two ways nights go for Steve Rogers out in the woods: he dreams of you or he has horrible nightmares. One is both, your scream at his funeral. They are all equally painful, and he dreads sleeping. He just has nothing else to do.

He’s jolted awake by that mourning wail he’s memorized. It’s still dark. In the back of his mind, your cry is still dying out, and Steve can even feel the force of your breath at his neck as if you’re right behind him, matching in misery.

He sits up covered in a cold sweat that only gets colder. He suppresses another coughing fit because he still aims to keep quiet at night in case—

In case there are footsteps…

Which…there are.

He doesn’t move until he can hear the rhythm. It’s not an animal. The sounds are too heavy and clumsy.

Steve slides himself through the trap door to his potato farm and out the crawl space opening in the back corner. He know a particular path of roots and rocks, things that he can step on without crunching any snow.

He feels like an idiot. He didn’t grab Nat’s pistol, but he’s not used to reaching for a weapon, just his shield, and he only brought the one Wakandan mantle for himself from the quinjet. Taking both would have been too obvious.

Steve makes his way around the tree line carefully to see the approaching threat. The moonlight is strong enough to give him away to a trained eye. If they have infrared or night vision, Steve’s already made, but he operates as if not.

Two figures slowly move forward, no weapons that he can see. They don’t split up to flank the cabin.

Then they do stop, right in the middle of the open patch that could loosely be defined as a front yard. Strategically, that’s nonsensical, but Steve will take an opening to attack wherever he can.

All Steve hears is “give me hi—“ and he thinks they are arguing about who gets control of him first. Like hell if he’s been out here this long just to be taken prisoner, so he lunges straight for the smaller figure.

And then a hood falls down.

A gun goes up into his face.

The moonlight hits as the other figure turns to him.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were never supposed to see him like this.

“What are you doing here,” Steve rasps to Bucky. The plan explicitly required no one ever find out about Buck’s cabin. He and Bucky agreed that Steve would just be brought home. “Why did you bring her?”

This is wrong. Steve’s not ready. He’s a wreck. He’s a shell of who he’s supposed to be, of who you remember, of who you deserve.

But you are here.

“Is it over?” He turns to Bucky, the gun lowering as his friend juts out his head toward the cabin. He’s grateful Buck takes the lead to get you inside because Steve’s suddenly all too aware of how baggy and dingy his layered sweaters are. He’s grown a beard, and his hair is long over his ears. His skin is probably paler than a ghost with a stripe of red sunburn across his cheeks. He’s dirty.

His shame and embarrassment take him over to the wash basin instead of you. He can’t look at your face in the smoldering firelight. Bucky sits you down and takes post at the window.

You’ve said nothing, not a single word, and since Steve is fixated on scrubbing the ingrained dirt off his face, he waits.

Bucky strides away from the window to whisper (proper super-soldier whispering that no human even an inch away could hear), “there was an incident. She had a knife.”

“What?” Steve’s voice is gruff, flat and disbelieving.

“Stark told me when I landed.”

Steve just falls at your feet, grasping at your hands, pulling the thick sleeves of your jacket back and over a watch, trying to find scars or bandages. “Keeps, what happened?”

He finally lifts his head to look you in the eye, and you stare, gaze flickering across all his changed features before landing down at his hands in yours.

“I wanted cake.”

It’s your voice. It’s so simple, just three words, and it is everything. It’s also—wait, cake?

Steve bursts out laughing, tipping backwards to sit on the floor, hands slapping over his mouth to smother the sound. He throws his arms wide and turns to Bucky. “She wanted cake,” he practically sings. His whole body shakes with amusement, his first real laugh in months.

Your brow creases in anger while he howls which only makes him happier, unfortunately. You’re so you, and he so loves you.

“Steven Grant Rogers.” 

You’re so stern; Steve just can’t help smiling up at you. You move to cup his face in both hands very tightly. He can tell how weak he is by how much he feels the pressure of your palms in his hollow cheeks.

You give his head a little shake, leaning forward to get close, eyes watery and glistening with unfallen tears. “Where the fuck have you been?”

A whiff of your shampoo hits him like a freight train. His heart races. That pit in his stomach starts to form its own gravitational field. He’s barely Steve Rogers.

“Hell, love.” He gently places his hands over yours. “I’ve been in hell.”

@im-a-slut-for-fluff @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @fangirl-swagg @georgeweaslysgirl @austynparksandpizza

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