#we're never gonna meet holly :(

[zipadeea]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Lockwood & Co. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle & Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle & George Cubbins | George Karim & Quill Kipps & Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle & Holly Munro Characters: Lucy Carlyle, George Cubbins | George Karim, Anthony Lockwood, Holly Munro, Quill Kipps, Montagu Barnes Additional Tags: Family Feels, Grief/Mourning, Idiots in Love, Family, Team as Family, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Original Character(s), the team goes through it babes, but they find their way in the end Summary:

“We take turns with the biscuits, eat one, wait til everyone else has taken one before you eat your next. Keeps it neat, keeps it orderly,” I informed Rose. Something panged in my chest again, warm and fierce and sharp. “Feel free to smack George if he doesn’t follow the rule.”

Rose smiled at me again, nodding quickly in reply. “I’ll remember, Miss Carlyle.”

“Call me Lucy.”

***

Lockwood & Co. growing up and moving on.

[koimethehorizon]

Adventure Time and Fionna and Cake Theory: The Victimhood of Simon + How the Series Might End

Prerequisite Watching for this Theory:

Adventure Time: Temple of Mars, Betty, Come Along With Me, Broke His Crown, I Remember You, Holly Jolly Secrets Part II

Gonna start this loaded theory with a bit of a hot take. I’ve never liked how Simon and Betty’s stories concluded in Come Along With Me.

For Simon, I’ve always had trouble considering Simon and the Ice King as the same person. Holly Jolly Secrets and I Remember You, the pinnacle of depicting the dichotomy of the two characters is built on us seeing Simon as suffering irreversible memory loss and how his loved ones can grow to accept that. The context is most apt when viewed as a metaphor for dementia, Alzheimer’s, or simply old age.

The scenes in which Ice King reacts so superfluously to characters desperately wishing for his old self to return are striking because of the cruel finality of his condition. Alternatively, the ones in which his loved ones hang around with him despite his condition are sweet in their own right.

One of my favorite Ice King scenes is in Broke His Crown where Marceline invites her girlfriend to meet her surrogate father.

Bubblegum: What's this?

Ice King: It's a present, to bribe you for coming over!

Marceline: You don't have to bribe us silly, we're here because we WANT to hang out with you.

Ice King: No one has ever said that to me before.

*snatches present*

Ice King: You didn't say no takebacks.

There was a real poignancy to depicting an old man with memory-loss slowly having people come to accept him and realize that he’s still a swell guy to hang around. It may be depressing to see this good person who was once so unconditionally caring into a buffoon who could forget your name so easily and turn on you in the flip of a coin.

But even he deserved love from others. And in time, as a result of that love, he did improve.

Which is why, even in Fionna and Cake, I find myself still disturbed seeing Simon in his normal state and Ice King completely erased from Ooo. It kills me that Betty and in extension, the show itself could not accept Ice King as he was and felt that his best course was to undo it all.

All of his experiences for 1000+ years all of a sudden no longer matter, and the acceptance of his peers no longer mattered as well. He's just back to who he used to be in a world where everything he's known is gone.

Happily ever after

Even worse, however, is remembering the wish that allowed Simon to be cured. The person who sacrificed her individuality to get that good person back, because she couldn’t accept reality as it was.

And I’m going to put a second hot take. A spicy one. Simon needs to take the fault in Betty's fate and Fionna and Cake (the show not the characters) seems aware of this.

Throughout Adventure Time, Simon Petrikov was never developed as a character. As far as the audience and the characters within Adventure Time knew, the only traits about Simon that mattered were: that he was intelligent, he was a kind man, and he loved Betty.

This wouldn’t really be a compelling character on its own, but when juxtaposed with the Ice King it’s a tragedy that he lost these traits. The compelling part of Simon was his victimhood to the ice crown and not really him as a person.

It’s why Obsidian’s version of Simon feels somewhat empty, he’s back to his intelligent, kind self but there’s no real hints to how he’s mentally adjusting other than that brief glimpse in Ice King’s robes again.

And he looks really weird in this special too. Color me surprised when Simon Petrikov reads out the problems I've had for years about his ending while also making Simon into his own person. In many ways it just completely redos what we see of him in Obsidian.

He's still a kind man but even he can't handle being so maladjusted to a world so beyond his time. He's still intelligent but his passions aren't reciprocated, and that seems to have always been the case even in the past. Rather than a guy who doesn't take shit from guys like Marceline's ex or a first responder to his daughter's problems, he's a normal guy unable to handle the threats of Ooo's world even after 12 years of living in it. Rather than singing to large communities in bliss, he's a lonely alcoholic who can't even relate to his fellow humans anymore. He loves his adopted daughter but there are even some days he can't muster the courage to be honest with her. And most importantly, he doesn't seem to know how to live beyond his curse or his loneliness.

His mutual obsession with Betty is the only character trait of his that's ever had some distinct flaw and with this new show, the writers must have finally found a way to tackle the subject further. Betty is ultimately a greater victim than Simon. She ends up in a far worse fate than Simon has ever been in. Perhaps more disturbingly, she willingly chose to strip herself of her individuality.

Fionna and Cake brings a contradiction to light about Simon and Betty’s seemingly perfect relationship. Simon and Betty's love is real and they do make each other happy. But there does exist a co-dependency that has worsened throughout the series as a result of their insecurity of letting a bad memory conclude their relationship. Betty's patterns are pretty clear throughout her tenure as Magic Woman but not too much with Simon. Not until now.

In Jerry, Simon stops Betty from pursuing her dreams because he didn’t want her goodbye to be his last memory with her.

In Betty, Simon rewrites history and inadvertently summons her to Ooo because he didn’t want Betty’s look of contempt to be his last memory of her.

And through all of Fionna and Cake, Simon has turned into a suicidal man willing to resummon GOLBetty regardless of the reasons she can’t see him again. All because he didn’t want her sacrifice to be his last memory of her. Despite the fact that Betty’s final wish was to keep Simon safe.

There's also this uneven power dynamic between the two. Simon was far more accomplished as a professor with PhDs even if no one took him seriously. Betty was just a student offering some help, knowing she wouldn't take any credit for helping.

I’ll preface that Betty is a consenting adult in the relationship and made many self-determined rash choices that Simon would never approve of with full context. We’ve enough scenes to show that Simon actively refuses Betty’s help if it means endangering her.

However, Simon’s perception of Betty and his own inadequacy did influence her personality for the worse. Fionna questions Simon on two occasions about how strange it was for “someone she just met to drop everything to go with you”. Even within the flashbacks Betty verbally describes her internal conflict between her individuality vs. her infatuation with Simon and the guy never picks up on it.

Whether he’s aware of it or not, Simon always ends up becoming the center of attention during Betty’s greatest life-changing events because he’s always suffering in some way. And sadly in-character, Betty always prioritizes him first because of how sorry she feels for him.

Simon: Just hold my hand to your face, this will be my… last sensation.

Betty: Don’t be a wimp, Simon!

I don’t want to be too hard on Simon, his suffering is cosmologically depressing. An undeniable tragedy that no one deserves to be alone on. It would be unfair to say he’s being dramatic about something most if not any human would ever go through. He’s not a leech for desiring help, especially from his significant other.

But I do think it’s important to point out that he does have a major flaw in not reflecting on the consequences of Betty’s choices.

Fionna: Damn, that’s romantic. So, you got on the bus with her?

Simon: Yup. Uh what? No. No. Why would I-

This is the reason this post exists. This is the show explicitly telling us that Simon has never really thought about what Betty lost because he thinks his love was greater than the passion Betty once had.

Let's go back to Betty once again for what is honestly the most justifiable takedown you could make of Simon's character prior to the miniseries.

As stated earlier, Simon opens a portal to ask for Betty's forgiveness with a few seconds on the clock. And in that time, he essentially just unloads a giant drama bomb, trauma dump of his suffering leading Betty to ask what she can even do without him. And if the plan went as it was, Simon would've just left her a hundred questions that she'd never have answered for the rest of her life.

Simon: Just know that I love you and I forgive you for leaving me. Author's Note: I dunno, isn't there something a bit off about how he worded this?

Now Simon didn't ask for Betty to jump into the portal, but he certainly was asking for it subconsciously. How else would he have expected a person who loves him dearly to act after this?

Taking any measures necessary and finding a way back together obviously. That's what he's doing too!

And reiterating again, this is the reason why Betty goes on her ego-suicidal quest. This is Simon's greatest mistake, his greatest moral failing as a person and he doesn't seem aware of this.

He’s not wrong that Betty lived happily with him. In spite of losing her dreams, Betty and Simon did love each other unconditionally. But he’s missing the bigger picture about how he could’ve been self-centered in deciding Betty’s fate for himself.

And maybe to stretch somewhat, I think even the quest to become Ice King again is somewhat motivated by his inability to live as anything more than a victim. Some of it is because the citizens of Ooo were being a bit inconsiderate about how much they liked Ice King yes, but Simon should be perfectly aware that Marceline, Betty, and now Fionna would be extremely concerned about him for doing this. Yet, he doesn’t really consider their feelings too much on the matter. He’s too used to the suffering.

Please have one scene with Marceline, I'd be sad if we don't get to see at least one.

This leads me to how I believe Fionna and Cake may rewrite Simon’s ending.

The key is in the episode Temple of Mars.

Upon rewatching the episode, I’m convinced that the Adventure Time cast had a greater plan with the Betty and Simon arc that just never came to be due to production constraints. A lot of Betty’s history and the deconstruction of her relationship with Simon in Jerry are surprisingly details that have already been told.

I thought it was an animation error that Betty’s glasses were different in Jerry but it turns out the continuity director is just that good.

The trip in six months, Simon stopping her, and the realization that Simon superseded her identity. Seeking independence from Simon is the lesson that Normal Man was trying failed to teach her.

Betty: I’ve spent so much time dedicated on Simon that I’m not even sure if there’s any “me” left anymore.

But the most telling detail is how Betty passes Normal Man’s test.

Finn: Even if you are a lost cause, she is not!

Betty: No, Finn’s right. You’ll thank me for this later past Betty.

In an alternate pocket reality, she changes her trip to the day before, preventing Simon from stopping her. And I think Simon will have to change fate once again to do the same.

If Simon comes to realize that he was the one who set Betty to her terrible fate, that all this time his rose-colored lens of their relationship had been detrimental then he could give her identity back. But it can’t be as simple as changing the moment Betty turns into GOLB or Magic Woman or even bringing her through the portal in Betty.

He needs to let Betty go on the bus. Alone.

It’s the only way for Betty to have her life back. If not for his Betty, maybe at least to save one in the multiverse doomed to the same fate.

They both need to cherish their time on the Enchiridion trip back when it wasn’t too late for Betty to go on the trip. Back when they were both equals and not tied to Simon’s needs.

Jerry is absolutely setting up something big with Simon and Betty’s relationship for next week and now that we’re going to the GOLB dimension, we’ll see how he remembers these moments again.

Personally, as someone who has been skeptical about Simon's peace for years, Fionna and Cake's second episode was like a sigh of relief. Simon hasn't found his ending yet, and my hope is that this epilogue will help me see the man happy without having to relive Betty's sacrifice for the rest of his life. Just like the rest of Adventure Time, it'll have to end with him cherishing the time he had with Betty regardless of the inevitability of losing that relationship.

PS. Isn’t quite strange that at one point in time, Simon sought after magic objects that ostracized him from the normal world and now, he lives in a house full of 1980s-1990s objects that ostracized him from the magical world? Maybe he was never really satisfied with where he was in the present.

PSS. I really wanted to write something on Fionna for the Ep 3-6 releases, and I still have the idea, but I couldn’t make it coherent due to how much my brain overthinks everything to the point of cognitive collapse. If there’s enough interest, I’ll go back to write it again.

[casinoroyale]

Hi everyone!! Theseus cquackity viceduo zombur revivebur here.

This blog has seen several hiatuses (my bad seriously my bad), and bouts of irregular posting. So I'm sure people who regularly check it have noticed that we (Fiona @quackbur and I) haven't been posting daily anymore and haven't for a bit now. So below the cut I'm gonna talk more about that, and our plans for this blog going forward

For starters, I love roleplaying on this blog so much, as does my cohost Fiona @quackbur. Fiona has done so, so much writing for this and I feel kind of bad for taking her credit over the past two or so years, so props to her for being such a good sport and for everything she's done. This blog wouldn't exist without the shared passion she had for it.

To get sappy, I love the friends I've made in bedrockverse, they remain some of my best and closest companions. I would not trade the times I've spent with them for the world. Beau, Holly & co, Met & Co, and Thunderbottles are some of the loveliest, most supportive, and insanely talented people I have ever had the pleasure of writing with and meeting.

This includes people who aren't part of the bedrockverse that I've written with!! Shoutout to Javi anonymous-jey casino-duckling, TGM the-g-m duckofthelaw, and AD anonymous-dentist therealnoodleman. It was so much fun bringing all the quackverses together, and I respect all of you so much as writers.

AND that also includes EVERYONE who has interacted with her!!!!!!!!!! Everyone who has sent asks (thank you so much, sorry we're terrible at replying), reblogged threads, commented, posted/liveblogged, DREW FAN ART (BLOWS OUR MINDS. THERE'S BEEN SO MUCH INCREDIBLE ART CREATED, WE CANNOT THANK ALL OF YOU ENOUGH), even just liked a thread, thank you. Seriously, it has meant a lot to us to be part of this community, and have so many people enjoy this blog. Insert Pitbull image happy you enjoyed.

So, going forward it would make us really happy if you all pictured casinoroyale as happy. He has songbird-sunrise, goofygoop, and a nation full of citizens that she loves. She babysits for tubbolul and latenightmining, and terrorizes rp!emduo not infrequently. All we really wanted was to bring c!quackity to a happy place and I feel we've done that. Of course he still has shit days, as a ptsd baddie, but the good days are more common. And if we never get to it (though I hope someday we do, maybe in the form of a collaborative one-shot or fic) know that casinoroyale and songbird-sunrise DO eventually get [REDACTED]. And one of them DOES get [REDACTED]. That was always the plan! Yay! [REDACTED]!

Not to say that we don't have more arcs planned for this blog, because we do! I just don't know when/if/how they'll ever get written, especially because a lot of my friends have moved on from their rp blogs as well. But I really do still feel happy with where he's at and happy with everything I've done. This is a project I'm really, really proud of and I will always look back on fondly.

None of this means that I'm not interested in c!Quackity or DSMP as a whole anymore, either. Actually that couldn't be further from the truth. But now I'd like to be able to focus on fics, and other forms of writing, which I've been doing more recently :D actually, you can read a short one shot I posted for exile's anniversary HERE

If you've made it this far into this long, sappy post, THANKS!!!!!! The TLDR; this blog is on an indefinite hiatus, and won't be returning to its formal glory, and that's okay. We had a really good run. Now, off we go to other things

[wackyharpy]

Eventually (Part 2)

Modern! Aemond x Fem! Reader

Summary: Aemond has been in love with Helaena's best friend but hasn't confessed yet. Everything changes when he meets her at Dragonstone.

Part 1

Part 3 (maybe, not sure)

A/N: English isn't my native language. I'd be very glad for your comments and reblogs. Thank you in advance! Enjoy the story :)

For the atmosphere: Hante — Burning

Warnings ⚠️

NSFW 18+, swearing, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), in this story Helaena is the youngest, she/her pronouns.

Consuming of media is your own responsibility

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD

Aemond sits till the end of the meeting on his own. Aegon leaves it upon the request of Rheanyra who unexpectedly has appeared to discuss current matters.

Her uncle Daemon and his obsession with Laena are small troubles that can be solved. Aemond tries his best not to scoff and roll the eye. Yes, they are "small troubles". Does anybody care that all shit that is going to happen at the financial department will be his duty? He will be obliged to regulate all disputes that may occur with the Royce family.

Being the second one in everything — that's Aemond's burden.

Corlys Velaryon only smiles attentively watching Aemond's reactions. Sure, he's satisfied to intermarry with Targaryens one more time. Who wouldn't be? Except, it's a bit redundant for Aemond.

He leaves the office straight after the meeting is over. On the way to his allocated room, he runs into a servant who informs that dinner is ready. His siblings are waiting for him downstairs at the open veranda.

"Has Halaena arrived already?"

"Yes, Mr Targaryen, with a guest."

A guest. She is here.

Aemond only nods his head and the servant goes further. The feeling as if something heavy stuck in his chest comes instantly. He reaches the bedroom and comes into the bathroom at once turning on cold water. He collects it in his palms and washes his face several times. Aemond feels how his heart rate speeds. Faster and faster. As though it is going to break out of the chest. He raises his head and looks at himself in the big mirror that takes almost all the space on the wall. Licks his lips.

Aemond ties his hair in the low ponytail and takes out round silver cufflinks decorated with black stone. He rolls up the sleeves revealing his muscular forearms with several veins running on it.

With a cold expression on his face, he arrives at the veranda with an already laid table. One seat is untouched and it's directly opposite hers.

"And here's my favorite brother!" Daeron comes up to Aemond and hugs him.

"I'm offended," scoffs Aegon taking a sip from a glass.

"Aemond!" Halaena's cheerful voice can be heard next to him and in a second her petite arms embrace the large body of his.

"How's life?" asks Daeron taking his seat at the oak table. The most beloved Aemond's siblings are Daeron and his little sister. They have never asked about the work straight after they see him.

"Yeah, how's it going?" Halaena sends the most generous smile towards him.

"You're so sweet I'm gonna vomit," Aegon grimaces.

Aemond successfully ignores the elder brother's banters and sits at the table noticing a figure coming up to them.

Her.

"Hey, everyone," she wears a light sundress with thin straps. No bra.

Holly shit.

Aemond feels how his dick is becoming firm slowly. Grips the jaw.

"We're so glad you decided to join us here," Aegon starts cunningly casting glances at pale face of his brother, "it's cool you're staying overnight."

Then, he looks pointedly at Aemond that just gulps and extrudes a greeting. Aegon catches an irritated look of the smallest of brothers — Daeron does his best to make it clear that Aegon has the best face for smacking. What a pity that the only obstacle is the table between them.

***

"When will you tell him?" Halaena rolls on her abdomen on the deck chair. Pleasant breeze plays with her white locks.

"Seriously?" her friend asks exhaling heavily, "actually, I dunno."

"Today," Halaena answers firmly.

"What?! No! I..."

"You can."

"No, you know I can't do that. He is... He is... You know, he's Aemond Targaryen himself!"

"Mhm," Halaena flips the page of the magazine, "he's my brother. Just chill."

She throws a quick look at Aemond who sits with his brothers drinking something.

"Hey, look at me," her friend sits upwards and takes off her panama hat; she ties one part of her long white locks in a hairstyle that's so preferred by her brother.

"So, imagine I'm Aemond," Halaena tries to make the same cold expression on her face, but it seems only he possesses this talent.

"What? No, Hal! It won't work!"

Halaena just tsks and rolls her eyes.

"Oh, dear gods! Say it!"

She starts laughing watching how the little Targaryens' sister tries to pretend she's Aemond.

"Okay, okay, wait. I can't concentrate when you're grimacing like that," she calms down at last and takes a deep breath looking straight into her friend's eyes imagining it's Aemond's one.

"I love you." she whispers out.

"Exactly! Then go and say it to my brother!"

"No, I can't!"

"You little coward!"

Halaena starts chasing the running away friend. Ultimately, the girls stumble and fall on the wet sand bursting out laughing. The perplexed Targaryen brothers just look at them. And Aemond feels that the bulk in his trousers is unendurable.

***

Late in the evening they make a little party with dancing. As always, Aemond sits humbly just sipping a drink from the glass gathering all his strength to invite her for a dance. He plunges deeply into his thoughts that doesn't notice how she comes up and sits next to him.

"Hey," warm smile on the face, "we've already greeted each other today but haven't spoken properly, actually."

"Yes. Hello. How's studying?"

Bad beginning. Very bad beginning, Aemond.

He has turned into such a workaholic and got used to being asked about the business that hasn't even noticed how he has become exactly as those people who surround him at work.

"Studying is good. I chose what I was really interested in so I'm satisfied."

Then, there is awkward silence between them two. Neither of them has an idea how to save this conversation.

"Daeron, hey, hey, quickly, switch on any slow dance," Halaena runs up to her brother shoving him with her elbow, then points to where her friend and Aemond sit.

"I know none," Daeron wants to add something else but Aegon appears unexpectedly near them and interrupts him.

"Calm down, babes. I'm gonna save the situation."

"You'll only spoil it, idiot," Daeron hisses and doesn't let Aegon to take control upon the laptop and the playlist which is on.

"Believe me, I had enough dances with girls to get laid with them after all."

After several minutes of disputes between two brothers, Aegon finally finds a slow dance and plays it on.

Last sunbeams are hiding behind the horizon coloring it into pink and orange. Outdoors lights and festoons, which decorate the veranda, illuminate the open space for dancing. Eventually, Aemond and her can be seen touching each other and slowly moving in rhythm of the song.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't invite me," she smiles shyly at Aemond and her cheeks become pinkish.

"I thought you would refuse," he mirrors her smiling and embraces her tightly with the hand which he keeps on her back.

She closes her eyes smelling his shirt brushing with the tip of her nose.

"No, I wouldn't refuse even to dance one more time," breathes out.

"Only one more?" Aemond leans his head and touches her ear feeling an immediate shudder of her body.

"Two, three, four more," she raises her head desiring to look directly into his eye. Aemond chuckles starting to stroke her back gently. She bites her lower lip feeling the hardness in his trousers. Yes, she wants him too, although, she's very afraid to make the first move. Her thighs clench. She catches her breath and squeezes the fabric of his shirt.

"Do you feel unwell?" Aemond notices these actions and looks at her with the concern.

She just shakes her head. Closing her eyes, she humbly reaches Aemond's face standing on her tiptoes and brushes his thin line of lips with hers. She feels the ragged breathing out and how his large arms embrace her little figure fully.

"Sorry, Aemond, I... I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay," he interrupts her calmly looking into her eyes, "we can kiss if you want."

"Maybe not here." she looks at others briefly.

Aemond takes her hand gently and leads her back into the mansion. They go anxiously along the poor lighted corridor and then turn round the corner.

Aemond catches her waist and pins her to the wall with one swift move covering her mouth with his. He hears only a short groan and then feels how her small arms embrace his shoulders. She sighs into his mouth between small interruptions they make to catch breathes. And then Aemond pulls her face towards him and kisses again.

His tongue asks for the permission to enter her mouth. She throws one leg on his hip and he immediately catches it pressing his groin closer to her center. She opens her mouth allowing him access to her tongue and he instantly slides his into.

It feels suffocating finally kissing the guy she has seen only in her dreams, at times she has been imagining how Aemond will touch her, pin to the wall, press his lips and will stop until he devours all her moans and sighs. Now, it is happening. With her. And Aemond Targaryen is pressing his hard shaft between her legs seeking for friction.

He has been picturing her the same she is currently in front of him: hair is a mess, pink cheeks, ragged breathing, fogged gaze of the eyes, and small palms clenching on his shirt. He wants to take it off. And then to rip this pretty sundress off of her.

Aemond strokes gently her thigh alternating it with rough rubbing against her soft panties. She feels something tugs in her lower abdomen, how pleasant heat flows directly to her center. Her pussy is wet, hot and needy. It responds to the rubbing movements of Aemond.

"Let's go to my room," he says breathing heavily after the long make out session. She just nods silently unable to produce a word.

He leads her to the bedroom. The moment they're in the room, he locks the door and then throws her on the fresh linen of the bed.

Aemond runs the tip of his nose on her neck feeling the shudder of her body. His gentle touch tickles a bit and adrenalizes at the same time. She throws her head back revealing her neck fully for his soft kisses. He wants to try and smell every inch of her. Aemond leaves silky kisses on her skin, licks it, bites it. She breathes rapidly grasping the linen under her. His platinum long hair brushes lightly her petite body, and she quivers because of it. Aemond reaches her collarbone sucking the skin there, and goes down, down, and down...

She bulges out her back and releases a quiet and soft moan. On hearing that, Aemond grips her tighter, and presses her body to his keeping on torturing her with hot kisses.

"Can I take off your dress?" he asks rising on his elbows and looming over her.

"Yes," she breathes out heavily.

Aemond smiles and takes one strip off her dress pulling it off her shoulder, then another. He takes off her dress slowly marveling how her breasts get revealed in front of him. The nipples are shamelessly hard. Finally, she lies almost nude, only in her black panties, in his bed and looks at him with foggy curtain on her eyes.

"You are beautiful," he says smiling and opens her legs leaving a light kiss on her inner thigh. She moans quietly. Aemond close his eye with satisfaction and goes down on her slowly, tasting every inch of the skin. He doesn't leave without any attention another leg — squeezes it tightly and sucks the softness of her body.

Aemond notices that her panties are wet. She is needy. She is waiting for the major part of their interaction. Aemond hooks up the edge of the black fabric with his fingers, and pulls them off of her. Now, she lies completely nude in front of him.

He could only imagine this. But it's not his dreams anymore, she is real, alive, looking at him in anticipation.

Aemond clings to her hot drenched pussy licking it and hears true loud groan. He embraces her hips, pulls her sex right next to his mouth, and starts devouring her exactly how he has been imagining. He circles his tongue on her clit. Her body is a shaking mess, the hands grips the duvet. Aemond moans himself sending pleasant vibrations right into her core that make her to shudder more and more releasing ragged breathes and groans. Her pussy is dripping drenching his face but he doesn't care at all clinging at it closer and closer. More and more. He licks her inner labia, then sucks it gently, kisses them.

"Oh, my God..." she breathes heavily. Her legs shake and she feels hot tugging in the lower abdomen and inside her vagina. Pleasant chill wafts on her face and then all over her whole body. Her insides clench, she closes her eyes, exhales through her nose, grips the duvet.

Aemond continues sucking and licking her inner labia and the area between them where it's very hot and wet. Her clit pulsates demanding his attention and he gives it covering the clitoris with his lips. She moans again. Loud long moaning.

The smell of sex and Aemond's beloved perfume fills the room. The velvet darkness embraces both of them covering from the world outside these walls. At present, they're completely alone being in the hands of each other.

Aemond can't endure longer. He has already been waiting for too long. His cock screams desiring to be buried deep within her walls. He recoils from her pussy and starts hastily to unbutton his shirt revealing lean muscular chest with the line of fine white hair on his lower abdomen that goes further hiding in the boxers.

"Aemond, wait," she suddenly rises on her elbows closing her legs, "I'm not on birth control."

He looks at her for some seconds just blinking and then unbuckles his trousers pulling them off. Aemond is searching all the shelves and drawers for a condom while she's patiently lying on the bed watching him. Her cheeks are red because of the arousal, her heart is pounding like a desperate bird that tries to break out of the cage.

"Finally!" he finds one in the bathroom and comes up to her taking off his boxers revealing the firm girthy dick.

"Are you sure?" he looks at her expectantly. She nods.

"If it hurts, just tell me," he states, and she nods again.

Aemond rips the small package and rolls the sticky condom on his cock positioning himself between her thighs. He takes the base and rubs the tip against her wet entrance. She watches attentively gripping the duvet tightly that her knuckles turns almost white.

Aemond starts trying to get into her, to infiltrate through her fleshy moist entry to reach the insides and pull the walls apart. She moans as she feels her vagina is getting used to his shaft breaking through her. Aemond groans as well closing the eye just for seconds. Eventually, he is inside and he starts thrusting into her slowly watching her reaction.

She half opens her mouth, licks the lips and releases soft moans that have become as honey for Aemond. He kisses her. Demanding and possessing. The movements become faster, two young bodies slap at each other releasing sticky juicy sounds. Aemond breathes heavily looming over her, can't stop, can't control himself. She is so coveted that he buries his dick deeper, grasps her wrists and pins her hands on either side of her head. Thrusting, thrusting and thrusting.

Halaena sits on the deck chair next to her two brothers at times looking at the doorway which Aemond and her friend have disappeared behind.

"Don't even look that way. They won't come back tonight," chuckles Aegon.

Daeron and Halaena turn their heads towards the elder brother who has that Cheshire cat's grin on his face.

"I said you I'm pro in such issues."

[Taglist]

@toodlesxcuddles @bluerskiees @zenka69 @blackswxnn

[factual-fantasy]

28 Asks! :DD Thank you!! :}} 🛒

@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42

She met Seafoam when she rescued his ship from a great storm out at sea. :00

She brought the ship to safety and the next morning Seafoam crawls out into the deck and pulls himself over the railing to look around. All bruised and cracked from being thrown about the ship all night <XDD

That's when their eyes meet.. she tells Seafoam the story of how she saved his ship. And Seafoam is endlessly grateful! He was so kind and genuine.. 💞

@starz-nova

XDD Thank you!! :DD I'm glad you like it! :}}

@holly-opal (Link in ask)

I have not, but I know of it! :00 A friend of mine loves it and has recommended it to me. I've always considered reading it but never got around to it <XDD

A lot of people commented that he looks a lot like Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean, so I imagine yes! <XDD

He might be happy to find someone that looks similar to him! :DD Though he probably wouldn't approach her.

If he saw someone like that, it'd be on shore. And if he's on shore? He's with his crew. Which means he's got a lot of people too keep track of and protect- he has no time to get distracted by interesting ladies! XDD

@sussyhahag

Man I've put one some weight-- XDD

But thank you! I'm sure Grim and "Gengar me" would be great friends :}}}

@beryl-shade

I could! :DD Maybe he'd be another pirate, they could call him "Tack" for short! :}}

While I imagine she'd love to help out in that way, I imagine Seafoam tends to his own laundry XD

@neo-metalscottic (Gerald's one year in question)

Thank you so much!! :DD The other comic is almost done and I'm hoping to post it soon! I've just had a few rough days with my health so Its not coming out as fast as I'd hope.. 😅 That, and I've been a bit mentally preoccupied daydreaming about web comic ideas.. 😞

As for Morton, I think his skin color will be a simple case of melanism! Nothing too crazy or magical there! <XDD As for his name and how he talks, I think its a reasonable idea that he would be named after a previous king! :0 Perhaps a previous king who had melanism as well..? 👀 Who knows XD

Though with his voice, I cant imagine him talking all "hulk" like. Since he's a part of the royal family he would have access to only the best education and speech therapy (if needed-). So the likelihood of any of the Koopalings having speech problems or talking "hulk" like would be low 😅 though that's not to say that out of all his siblings, he leans towards that type of speech the most! :00

As for Kammy and Kamek, she's not nearly as old as him. I was thinking Kamek is hundreds of years old, while Kammy is the Koopa equivalent of like... 60-70? She was brought into the koopa palace to be a nanny/maid. Her power is different from Kamek's, though I haven't figured out all the specifics yet.. I guess it can be said that when it comes to magic, they both studied and mastered different things.

Now if she ever faced Kamek in combat? He would flatten her. There is no Magikoopa alive today that can compare to Kamek's power..

...Doesn't mean she's afraid to get on his nerves though XDD She loves to mess with him, knowing that he's not allowed to hurt her.🤪

And lastly, its interesting to hear about the Vehicons getting some more originality! :00 My favorite out of those 3 would have to be the red one :}}

AWE! Thank you so much!! :DD I'm honored!! :}}}

@unicornfpotatoesdir

Nah, he's always gonna be littol! XDD And thank you!! :}}

@milk-powrit

My first instinct was no.. since Jangles is like 2.5-3 feet tall and I always imagined sans to be 4.5-5 feet tall. But google says sans 2 feet tall??? XDD If we're going by Googles standards then yeah Jangles is taller- but my heart dont want to believe he's that short 🤣💀

As for the 20k post, Jangles wasn't holding anything other than Gerald.. so I assume you meant this post..? <:0 If so, its a granola bar! Its been most if my diet recently so I imagine I had a few extra lying around for Jangles <XDD

@snailfen

So far I really like it!! :DD Better than Sword and Shield imo that's for sure <XDD

I do not. <:/ But you can find all my Pokémon stuff under #pokemon scarlet and violet or #pokemon in my blogs search bar! <:D

@lathan-chillyfilm

Funky lookin guy, I like him! XDD

@tallchest13-blog

*Cici tugs at my arm

"......so you gonna drink that-" XDD Thank you!

Thank you so much!! :DD I've got my hopes back up recently, hoping I'm over all this soon! :}} 🤞🤞

@yourstrulylightstar283

Awe, thank you!! :}}}

Oh yeah, after the wars all said and done? I'm sure he's pull back on that extreme and get some repairs done 🥺

@mimiocto

You know to be honest, Grim is very dangerous becuase his brother is a Sylveon. XDD If I remember correctly, V is higher level than Grim in the game. Dragon types better watch out! XDD

Oh hey! I've seen that guy around! I used to think he was Shockwave <XDD And he appears to be an Autobot?? With how Chaotic he is in fanart I thought he was a Decepticon-💀

But anyways- yes! With the fanart I've seen of him, I think him and Bash would be great friends XDD

@artblock200322022

Thank you! I'm glad you liked those comics! :DD

Though at the moment, I don't have plans to jump back into that fandom anytime soon. <:/ I've have some uncomfortable experiences with the Octonauts fandom recently so I'm taking a bit of a break for now-

@bee-the-inevitable-death

I don't see a reason to go through the effort to maintain an account on another website. <:0 I have all my inside jokes, my follower celebrations and all my followers right here in one place! Its much nicer :}

Awe! Thank you so much!! :DDD I'm glad :}}}}

@pink088

Nah its fiiiiine dw! As long as I have the bandages on the blood will stay in my hands surly :}} but thank you for the tea! :D

(Referencing this post)

XDD Are we sure it wasn't [M]ango?

Daaannngg.... Homestuck is way bigger than I thought-

@snailshard

That looks beautiful!! :DD And thank you! :}}

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 19 (Dumped at a Wedding!)

"Heather, I care about you, so I need to be honest: I was working late, but I was also afraid to come tonight."

Offended, Heather tore herself from his arms and zipped herself back into her dress. "And you're telling me this now? What's wrong with you, Malcolm?"

"Yeah, I'm a jackass, alright! Is that what you want me to say?"

"You don't respect me or my life as a vet in a small town. Why are you with me at all? Are we just supposed to build a future on great sex?"

"Who doesn't respect who here, Heather? Or should I say, 'Buttercup'?"

"Switching suppliers wasn't about you."

"No? You made it pretty clear how little you're interested in the business success of my family," he countered. "It's a beautiful venue for the wedding, by the way. With fireworks, too. Really looks like your dad's enjoying the windfall from his new business venture."

Heather seethed. "You should leave. Don't call me."

"If I leave right now, I'll never call you again," he vowed. She couldn't stop the tears, but refused to crumble and held her ground. "My loyalty to my family is no different than your loyalty to yours. We're done, Heather."

"Just go!" she begged, sobbing as she watched him walk away. He didn't turn once, and she scowled at his back.

She made her way inside and found comfort in her friends and family. Her mother Daisy offered a hug. "I'm so sorry, honey."

Heather dabbed her tears with a napkin. "I know it's the right choice, but I'm embarrassed. And I'm angry I didn't end things with him sooner."

"Our hearts don't always feel what our heads are trying to tell us," said Daisy. "Don't beat yourself up. Just remember you've always got us."

She drowned her sorrows in her mother's shoulder. "I'm glad I don't need to go back to work for a few more days," she said. "This vacation's been more emotionally exhausting than I expected."

"How's your friend, Dylan? You should visit her before you leave the city."

Dylan and Gavin missed Holly’s wedding because Dylan had just had a baby, so before she left town, Heather stopped in to meet her friends’ newborn daughter, Pearl.

"How's married life?" asked Heather.

"A lot easier than taking care of a baby! But we're doing great. And I've never been happier to have my mother around!" Heather laughed as Dylan's clingy mother, Susan, hovered nearby. "Sorry we didn't invite you to the wedding. We just went down to the courthouse with my mom when we found out we were expecting. We didn't need a celebration, but I don't want you to think we wouldn't have wanted to share the day with the people we care about."

"Are you kidding? You can do whatever you want for your wedding. We're friends, and I'll just support you whatever you do."

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. "My mom really had me thinking not having a wedding would alienate people! She's so old-fashioned."

"My parents eloped in Oasis Springs when they found out they were expecting me, so I think it's kinda romantic."

Dylan smiled as her friend cradled Pearl, making faces at the blinking babe. "You're going to find someone who makes you feel as special as you are," she promised her friend.

"You don't know that. Maybe I should stay single."

"For a while, maybe, but not forever! You're a real catch, and the right guy is gonna see it."

Nearly everyone around her was happily married or on their way to it, but Heather had a broken heart to mend.

As always, she leaned on her work. She was great at her job and brimmed with confidence at her clinic. With every successful pet surgery, she felt more a part of the Brindleton Bay community.

Heather had navigated heartbreak before, but would things be different with Malcolm? ->

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[xdibstinkx]

Okay so me and my fiancée have had our own Invader Zim AU going for 3 years now, it's a mix of our OCS and canon characters but a lot of their personalities we have changed to make them unique to our universe and our world! We call it the RoseGold universe

My fiancée doesn't have a Tumblr but she's been desperate to post our characters and stories somewheres so we're gonna make her one tonight! For now I'll post some OC intros and some basic lore

Our AU can be NSFW and 18+ sometimes, but I will always give a warning and tag the post properly. The 18+ moments are all mostly lore based

CW FOR BLOOD, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM (not detailed)

Almighty Tallest Golden

Belonging to my amazing fiancée Holly, she is the Irken ruler in our AU

She is a defective Irken with semi-rare genetics like fluffy antennas and almost blindingly bright yellow eyes

Fashionista! She loves to design her own dresses and clothes

She's soft and gentle, but can be very murderous and revenge hungry. Low-key a dictator but a sweet dictator

During her elite training, she met Miyuki. The two started a secret love affair; they would sneak out of their bases in the middle of the night and go to degenerate space clubs

Miyuki became a Tallest before Golden, she had vowed to Golden that they would be the first gay irkens to rule Irk together and prove that their race doesn't need to be all about destroying planets and training young smeets to be killers

Red and Purple were like um nope lol and had planned for Miyuki's death so they would become Tallest before Golden

In the AU Red and Purple don't die from the Florpus, but end up being demoted and banished from the Irken Armada, so Golden becomes Tallest

Has an appointment therapist, Tenn, who has an unhealthy and unprofessional love for Golden but Golden only sees them as really close work friends

Here's some art I've made of Golden! Also the bottom two are commission pieces by zimdial on Instagram!

Royal Scientist Roze

Belonging to me, Roze is Golden's lover and the Royal Scientist!

She is also a defective Irken, she has emotional outbursts frequently and has a history of self harm (due to the trauma of being an invader + bad past relationship)

She's quiet and keeps to herself, awkward and bitchy, but behind closed doors she is the sweetest kittem

Very work oriented, takes her job very seriously as it took her forever to work her way up in the hierarchy

Her and Golden first fell in love while waiting on an emergency waiting room on the Armada together. Roze was training to be a scientist and Golden was still in elite training, this was during Golden and Miyukis relationship but they didn't exchange words until years later

Roze previously was engaged to her lab partner, Lilac. Their relationship was sloppy and not healthy, but they had to keep their lives a secret. They ended in flames, and later Roze gets her revenge on Lilac

Wasn't promoted to Royal Scientist until after Golden had come into power. Roze was assigned to give weekly debriefs on research and potential biological and chemical breakthroughs + hazards. They were always messy, Roze became so nervous from Golden's soft yet glaring eyes

Their relationship started one day in Golden's secret greenhouse. She grew all sorts of space flowers from all over the galaxy, and had invited Roze there for a 'research meeting'. Roze felt like she was going to be killed, until Golden leaned all the way down into her and admitted to how much she respects Roze. She asked her out on a date, same time same location in a few days

Because Tenn is an appointment therapist for the Almighty Tallest, she was also appointed to the Royal Scientist. Tenn developed an unhealthy and unprofessional relationship with Roze as well, but Roze didn't reciprocate and never actually liked her.

Some Roze art I've made! I don't draw her a lot, but I should

Here's just some RozeGold stuff :)

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: June 18, 2010

Lyrics:

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

I can't tell you what it really is

I can only tell you what it feels like

And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe

I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight

As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight

High off of love, drunk from her hate

It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her, the more I suffer

I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown

She resuscitates me, she fucking hates me

And I love it, "Wait

Where you going?" "I'm leaving you"

"No you ain't, come back"

We're running right back, here we go again

It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great

I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane

But when it's bad, it's awful

I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?"

I don't even know his name, I laid hands on her

I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em?

You meet, and neither one of you, even know what hit 'em

Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah, them chills, used to get 'em

Now you're getting fucking sick of looking at 'em

You swore you've never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em

Now you're in each other's face

Spewing venom in your words when you spit 'em

You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em

Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments when you're in 'em

It's the rage that took over, it controls you both

So they say you're best to go your separate ways

Guess that they don't know ya 'cause today, that was yesterday

Yesterday is over, it's a different day

Sound like broken records playin' over

But you promised her, next time you'll show restraint

You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game

But you lied again

Now you get to watch her leave out the window

Guess that's why they call it window pane

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean

Then we fall back into the same patterns

Same routine, but your temper's just as bad as mine is

You're the same as me, when it comes to love, you're just as blinded

Baby, please come back, it wasn't you

Baby, it was me, maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems

Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano

All I know is I love you too much to walk away though

Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk

Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?

Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball

Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall

Next time? There won't be no next time

I apologize, even though I know it's lies

I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar

If she ever tries to fucking leave again

I'm a tie her to the bed and set this house on fire

Songwriter:

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

Alexander Junior Grant / Holly Brooks / Marshall Bruce Mathers

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Eminem

Rihanna

[pierrotwrites-hc]

ok so this is probably gonna be weirdly specific but. ages ago, when i read the previous version of tgb, i seem to remember an author's note that said you rewrote an even earlier version of the story to make luca less like yourself & more into his own character (or something along those lines, it was a very long time ago). would you ever elaborate on what that meant? from what i understand you have been working on tgb for a really long time and even if i misremember that note, your writing process facinates me. i only read the version that was previously published on ao3 and the current one is definitely better but i'd love to hear what the rewriting process was like, as it apparently wasn't the first time you'd done it? huge fan of your work, i hope you have the best day :)

HA we are actually on the...*drumroll*...third revision of this story.

The first version was only a few chapters posted on the orig_slavefic community on Livejournal (shoutout to @maculategiraffe). I was still working out the sort of story I wanted to write and took an everything-and-the-kitchen-sink approach, which meant there was MAGIC and DEMONS and god knows what else. I couldn't pace a story to save my life (did I mention I was 17) and the style and voice and characterization were wildly inconsistent, a patchwork of things I liked in books by other, better writers (Terry Pratchett, Diana Wynne Jones, Holly Black, etc).

Anyway, an LJ writer I admired wrote a post in which they sarcastically excerpted some of my writing, and I realized that the chapters I'd produced were not just unsuccessful but mockable. I thought about what I wanted the story to be, where I wanted it to go, and how I wanted it to sound. I identified a serious tone problem with Luca's POV: it was written too lightly, and made him come across as far too...well, plucky, for lack of a better word. It just wasn't how someone so broken would think or speak or see the world.

I rewrote that draft completely. This resulted in the version originally posted on Ao3. It was miles better, but I had miles to go, and I knew it, but I didn't know how to get there.

At that point I was in undergrad at a school which offered no creative writing classes and whose professors really and truly disdained the sort of books I liked best. (I'll never forget proposing a thesis on children's fantasy in postwar Britain and my advisor forbidding me from "applying my theory pyrotechnics to a pile of crap"). So I started a reading group with a friend, a very serious reading group with books assigned at the beginning and end of every semester and hours-long weekly meetings. It was here that I began to figure out what actually worked about the books I admired, and how I might adapt successful structures and strategies into my own work.

Then I went to graduate school for writing. This was the first time I'd gotten deep critical feedback on my creative work. I was also diagnosed with CPTSD by a therapist who assigned me a lot of reading (my love language). Now I could work on technical issues like tone and pacing while also developing a deeper understanding of how trauma shapes a person's identity and worldview.

Looking at the second draft of TGB through this lens, I felt that Luca and Robert were not distinct enough, either from each other or any of the other characters (many of whom were pretty cartoonish). I also realized that I hadn't been thinking of Luca's plot arc as a progress arc, a reparative curve along which we see him moving chapter by chapter and book by book. And I wanted to give myself room to illustrate his relationship with Robert in more nuanced shades of moral gray. Robert and Luca are both products of a society like but also quite unlike our own, and they don't have to be (and shouldn't be) "good" or "likable" in the way we're used to thinking about. Robert is not (or at least not initially) an abolitionist. Neither is Luca. Indeed, Robert is the one most willing to question the institution of slavery because he's also the one whose imagination hasn't been (as Kemp says of Luca) "hopelessly limited by slavery." Of course those limitations aren't actually hopeless, but they are very real, and they're something Luca will be chipping away at in increments for a long, long time.

It was useful for me to think about who I wanted Luca and Robert to be at the beginning of the story, and what I wanted their relationship to be, and then to think about who they and their relationship would become by the very last page of the very last book. Knowing our starting point and our destination allowed me to plot the distance between, and to shape that plot around the trauma recovery (with all its fits, starts, and setbacks) these characters needed to go through, both together and individually.

And then I started writing.

[maple-the-awesome]

We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 18

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 3,462

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: FIGHT OR FLIGHT

Clearly, Steve has never been on a family road trip before; a fact that you had become painfully aware of (literally) while squished in the backstreet of the tiniest getaway car ever 'borrowed'.

"I think we're all adults here," he assured, but he's awfully quiet now as he has been for the last thirty minutes. Only once did he meet your silent glare in the rearview mirror as you both suffered another round of bickering between Sam and Bucky. All adults? Well, he thought wrong.

Naturally, you're very happy for a chance to finally stretch your legs and breathe your own air while Steve meets with the rest of your little makeshift team of fugitives. Aside from Clint who you give a mock salute to as a greeting, you don't know the others personally, although you assume the girl must be the famous Wanda Maximoff Natasha's mentioned from time to time. As for the overly excited Captain America fan, you don't know who he's supposed to be, not that you won't likely find out later.

"There's still time to turn back," Bucky warns quietly, crossing his arms over the car roof.

You're leaning against it next to him, "Nope, you're stuck with me, Barnes. Wherever you go, I go."

He doesn't appear too disappointed, replying merely with a nod, yet his anxiety's clearly there. Whether it's because you guys could lose out there or the idea that all these people will be risking themselves for his sake, you're not sure, however you set a hand over his gently, something that's become your wordless language of comfort; he has no complaints.

A German voice echoes through the car lot, gaining everyone's attention including Steve's. He looks around uneasily which isn't surprising; even he must be worried regarding how this might play out, "Alright, that's our cue to get moving. Suit up."

As everyone begins passing out uniforms, you suddenly groan and rest your head against the car dramatically much to Bucky's concern, "What's wrong?"

"...It's only just now occurred to me that I've been wearing pajamas this entire time...I'm gonna be fighting, like, half the Avengers in my pajamas - and they're not even cool ones!" You whine, your face burning with embarrassment (and slight jealousy). It's amazing what goes unnoticed when you've been repeatedly attacked both physically and mentally throughout the last forty eight hours.

"Yeaaah, as much as I'd love to see you roundhouse kick someone with flannel pants on, Steve asked that I bring you a little something different," although your misery is apparently very amusing to watch, Clint takes pity upon you despite his smirk and grabs a stack of clothes from the back of his van.

This outfit certainly surpasses any expectation you had which only anticipated something simple and more dignified than pajamas. It consists of a black, long-sleeved jumpsuit with silver seams made from a flexible yet durable material completed with slim shoes built in. Set on top of the stack is a pair of fingerless gloves, a utility belt, and a small handle without any blade, however when Clint picks it up and turns one of the dials, a baton stick appears with a glow of blue electricity around it.

"Figured it was about time you got your own suit. No more fighting in formal work clothes or pajamas," Steve comments. When you look at him, you catch sight of the gentler glimmer hidden behind his amused smile. Bouncing on your heels, you happily thank both him and Clint before hurrying around the car to change.

"Alright, listen up everyone. The original plan was to take a chopper, but since Stark hasn't wasted any time getting here, we'll have to switch things up a bit. He likely has eyes all over the tarmac, so I'll be going out there on my own. When he confronts me, I'll keep him distracted for as long as possible. That'll hopefully give us time to see who else is here and gain an idea as to what his game plan must be. It'll also give us time to find out how he arrived since I refuse to believe Stark would take public air.

"The Quinjet is likely hidden around here somewhere. Sam, I want you to scout it out using Red Wing. Sneak inside the airport, taking cover there with Bucky and (Y/n) while you search. Wanda and Clint will keep an eye on the situation from the parking deck while Scott will cover me from nearby. Remain unnoticed until Sam locates the Quinjet. That's when we'll make a move for it."

Pinning down the Quinjet's location was the easy part, however getting to it would be far more challenging especially considering the party Tony's gathered.

Based on what you had overheard through the comms, Rhodey and Natasha have picked Tony's side along with the company of two newcomers, one being the same cat-guy who attacked Bucky back at the apartments. Earlier, Steve told you that his name's T'Challa and that his father was a causality in the UN bombing which explains that kitty's determination in stopping Bucky. You unfortunately have no information on the last person until hearing a thud against the airport windows.

Sam, Bucky, and you had already been running to hanger five when the person dressed in a red and blue spandex suit starts crawling across the glass after your trio. Before much can be said as a reaction, they push off then use their momentum to shatter through the window, ultimately kicking Sam across the hall; he only had time to brace himself for the impact.

Bucky spins around, blocking you while throwing a punch at Sam's attacker, however his fist is easily caught midair by the kid - yes, kid, judging on the youthful tone of his voice.

"Woah, you have a metal arm? That's so awesome, dude!"

Having someone easily stop the full force of a super soldier's punch takes Bucky off guard, leaving him dumbfounded for a pause which is long enough for Sam to recover. On his feet, he quickly charges at the boy - who seems to be spider themed provided the tiny spider design on his chest and web patterns of his suit - then lifts him into the air away from the two of you.

"Ugh, I can't believe Tony brought a child to a fight. The hell was he thinking!" You complain aloud, chasing after Sam and spider-boy with Bucky remaining close by your side.

They tussle with each other near the ceiling of the building, spider-boy eventually getting away, although that doesn't stop the fight as he pursues Sam by swinging on webs and weaving through the rafters. Meanwhile, Bucky and you aren't too far behind.

Even with the new weapon provided to you by Clint, there's nothing you can personally do to help given this fight's height, but the same doesn't apply to Bucky. Ripping an advertisement sign from the ground, he tosses it towards spider-boy, only hesitating afterwards when you give a shout of disapproval, yet the sign had already left his hands by that point. Fortunately, spider-boy turns around at just the right moment, leaping out of the way before he can be hit.

"Bucky!"

"What?!"

"He's a child-!"

"-Hey buddy, I think you lost this!" Your complaint is cut short when Bucky grabs your shoulders and pulls you against him behind a pillar. He leans over you, keeping you close as the sign is sent flying back towards the two of you with enough force to cut through the pillar mere inches away from Bucky's head.

Looking back at the damage, you shallow whatever concern you once had over the kid, deciding to worry less about morals right now and more about not being killed yourselves. Thus, when spider-boy's distracted by Sam, Bucky and you move to find cover elsewhere behind an information stall that isn't sliced in half.

As you both keep an eye on things from there and await an opening to help Sam, a web is shot at his gear, causing him to crash into a phone market below. Stumbling to his feet, he tries to engage again, however more webs are shot at his hands, sticking him down to the railing behind.

When the boy swings towards Sam with legs drawn forward in preparation to kick him, Bucky runs forward, attempting to shield Sam, not that it does too much good. Both men get kicked off the edge together, landing on ground-level where spider-boy then webs them to the floor.

You curse to yourself at this, crouching along the many chairs and stalls to quietly yet swiftly make your way to the paused elevators. You're thankful that, by the time you get down to them, Sam has used Red Wing to grab spider-boy and toss him out the window which will hopefully buy you guys time to at least get out of this cramped building.

"You guys okay?"

"I'll be better when I get this stuff off of me," Sam grumbles, unable to even sit up on his own due to both of his arms being practically glued together, "I don't even want to know what it is!"

Looking over the sticky substance with a scrunched nose, you realize there's no way it can simply be pulled off given its strength, "...Hold on, I have an idea."

Taking your baton, you mess with the dials a bit to get the exact setting you desire. At first, the same electric current from before appears with a sharp buzz causing Sam to jerk away and shake his head rapidly, "Oh no - No way! Do not electrocute me! If you're gonna run an experiment, test it on Bucky first!"

"Hey!"

"Just - Hold. Still. You won't get electrocuted-" Turning the dial all the way, the baton stick disappears, but leaves the blue current which pulls together with a blow of air, transforming into a blue flame. It surprises even you, being much too strong until you turn a second dial that brings the torch down, "-You'll get burned, but that's only the worst case scenario and if you move!"

Needless to say, your words bring Sam little comfort. Bucky, on the other hand, is very amused until it's his turn.

Racing onto the tarmac, it doesn't take long to spot the rest of your team. Everyone’s heading in the same direction with a concerning lack of any tails, however it doesn’t take long to find them. Seconds after making it out into the open, a golden ray burns through the cement, cutting off your paths.

The newcomer is yet another Avenger you haven’t met yet. If you had to guess, you'd say he must be Vision, your sort-of-grandnephew going off of what you've been told, but that's a looong headache of a story you're happy you weren't involved with judging on Natasha's account.

"Captain Rogers, I know you believe you're in the right here, however for the collective good, you must surrender now," the rest of the Avengers stand behind Vison, coming together as a barrier between you and the Quinjet.

"What's your call, Cap?"

"We fight," there's no hesitation in his voice nor feet as he begins marching forward despite this roadblock. The rest of you, while showing some concern, follow his lead.

Your pace starts out as a jog then slowly picks up speed until a full sprint towards Stark’s team, your speed mirrored by them as they, too, show no signs of backing down, fully intending to meet you head on which is precisely what they end up doing.

As expected, it's immediate chaos filled with flying fists, blasts, magic, and arrows; a whole collection of superhero powers coming together not to fight a crazed villain, but each other. It's an uncomfortable thought regardless of how many of these people are total strangers to you. If they're here helping Tony, they must be good at heart, after all, it's unfortunately your side that's made up of criminals.

You take some sort of solace in putting your arm up to block a kick to your face which seemed too lazy to actually carry any malice. It might not be appropriate provided the timing, yet you take zero shame in giving a friendly nod to the leg’s owner, “Hey Nat.”

"Hey," she swings her leg down, throwing a punch your way instead. She’s going easy on you - as easy as a black widow can go, anyways, since the force of her punch still burns against your palm when you catch it. She has to keep you on your toes, doesn’t she?

“I like the suit. Is it new?”

"First time wearing it!" You announce proudly, standing back while gesturing down your body. You punctuate your sentence by throwing a punch her way.

She dodges with ease. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards herself roughly, she pins your arm under hers, "Looks good."

"Thanks," she then tries to flip you, but you maneuver against her too quickly, grabbing hold of both her forearms to keep her at a distance. You both keep your grips on each other's arms, smirking the other down until Natasha suddenly pushes you back. A flash of light hits a few feet away, not close enough to be a danger to either of you, just to get your attention.

"Mind if I cut in?" Clint saunters over, nodding his head to the other side of the tarmac, "I think Barnes could use a new partner himself.”

Following his gaze, you realize he's right. T'Challa has Bucky alone, the two engaged in a close fist fight. Thus, you leave Natasha to Clint, rushing to grab your baton and reach Bucky's side. By the time you get there, T'Challa has him knocked down and pinned against a stack of crates.

His focus is taken, preventing him from noticing you until you swing the electrified baton square into his back. It’s plenty strong, resulting in his knees buckling and body freezing in place as he deals with the buzzing pain. Bucky then sweeps his legs out from under him, throwing him to the ground.

"You good?" You have to ask even if Bucky’s already on his feet ushering you away from the dangerous feline.

He gives quick assurance to his well being, the two of you disappearing behind equipment before anyone can attack either of you again. It's from there that you scan the makeshift battlefield, checking to see if anyone needs help, which seems to be the case for everyone really. Each fighter is occupied, running or zipping across the tarmac with someone always on their tail. No progress has been made towards the Quinjet; you’re still just as far as when Vison first appeared.

"We can't keep fighting them forever. That guy's probably in Siberia by now," Bucky points out, not that you need the extra stress.

Steve takes cover behind some equipment opposite to you two, "I'll cover you while you get to the jet-"

"-Steve, I don't think that's possible," you're quick to argue, "There’s too many eyes in the sky right now and they’re all looking for Bucky. Even if you go out there to fight some more, Tony’s not going to be fooled so easily. If it’s not him, then someone else will just blow past you to get to Bucky; you can’t keep them all at bay.”

"Look Cap, I think we have to face the fact that not all of us are going to get out here," Sam's voice echoes over your ear piece.

"If we're gonna win this, then some of us are going to have to lose it," Clint adds.

"If anyone’s getting on that jet, it at least has to be you and Bucky - (Y/n), too, if you think you can stick together that long."

“...The problem is, even with those who will stay behind as cover, we’re too equally matched to beat these guys. Slipping past isn’t reliable unless we can give Tony a concrete reason to turn his head," you cut in, catching Steve's eyes. He’s clearly not overjoyed about this condition, but not everything can end perfectly especially in a battle, "Right now, this fight alone isn't doing that. We need something bigger - a distraction none of them can't simply turn away from."

"I’ve got something bigger, but I can't hold it for long,” Scott offers, “On my signal, run like hell and if I end up tearing myself in half...Well, don't come back for me."

"How's that going to help us...? He’s going to tear himself in half?" Bucky whispers, but Steve brushes him off.

"You're sure about this, Scott?"

"Yeah, I do it all the time - Okay, once - in a lab...then I passed out...but don't worry! I've got this!"

"Where'd you find this guy again?" You ask, not receiving an answer. Maybe you wouldn't have liked it anyways.

Continuing to keep an eye out on the battlefield, you search for Scott's 'signal' which you assumed would be a shouted call or explosion knowing how Avengers usually work. 'Something bigger' only done in a lab before passing out…? Not a lot to go off of there.

Even if using more of your imagination, you certainly weren't expecting Scott to suddenly appear out of thin air nearly the size of one of the airplanes parked around. He grabs Rhodey mid-flight and tosses him across the airport which provides enough of a distraction (and a clear enough signal) for Steve, Bucky, and you to start running towards the Quinjet.

Trusting that Scott and others can cause enough mayhem to keep Tony’s team at bay, you ignore much of the crashing behind yourselves with eyes glued forward. Steve leads the way, easily forgetting that not everyone following him is a super soldier, although Bucky takes some more consideration for you, only running a foot or two ahead while looking back every few seconds to ensure you don't get separated.

You're almost there when a beam is sent flying past, hitting the tower above the hanger which sends it crashing down in a cloud of dust. For a handful of seconds, the debris pauses with the help of Wanda's red magic keeping it up, allowing you all just enough time to roll inside the hanger before the tower finally crashes down behind.

It seems like you're at last in the green, the tower’s destruction appearing to have successfully blocked anyone else from getting over too quickly, however not everyone missed your plan until now.

Standing between you three and the Quinjet is Natasha who steps forward with a tired sigh, "You're not gonna stop, are you?"

"You know I can't," Steve answers, his voice sympathetic at the least.

Natasha then glances at you. You don't say anything, but you don't need to since your eyes do enough pleading as does the image of you standing beside Bucky. Your stance does waiver when put up against one of your closest friends, yet it’s clear that you have no intentions of abandoning him even for her.

Natasha had always been your friend, but your bond had grown much stronger once she became the only person you’ve ever trusted with Hollie. After listening to your stories and woes for the last two years, she’s come to understand the inner turmoil you suffer from, often in silence.

As crazy as it had been to accept back then, she now realizes the true extent of challenges encountered by someone with their past life’s memories. She knows it hasn’t been easy for you - far from it - and she knows how much joy it’s brought you being able to be with Bucky again. He had been tragedy ripped away from you in the past without any form of goodbye; as someone who knows all too well what that feels like from their own personal experience, Natasha can’t blame you for holding onto him so tightly even if it divides you from your other friends and family.

Shaking her head slightly, she returns her gaze to Steve, raising her arm in his direction, "...I'm going to regret this."

You inhale, preparing for the heartache that would come with a loss, however Natasha doesn't shoot a taser at Steve. Instead, it goes past him, hitting a different target: T'Challa who had just made his way over the debris, prepared to lunge before Natasha's betrayal which stops him in his tracks.

"Go."

Steve and Bucky take this chance without hesitation, rushing to get on the Quinjet, yet you stay temporarily, long enough to show your relief through an airy voice, "I'm really racking up my debt to you, Nat."

"And I still plan to cash in on it some day," she winks, returning your genuine smile before you hurry after the boys. You have a long flight to make, after all.

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[nickjunesource]

i only guess I have for the osblaine scene in the finale is Nick telling June and she and Holly are in danger and need to leave and we're just gonna get another goodbye 😔

Heh, yeah, that's certainly a possibility if the trends from the last three seasons hold. While Max said that the scene was moving and his favourite this year and Max never lies or misleads us, it could just be a very impassioned moment of Nick making sure that they're safe and saying "goodbye".

Fingers crossed that we get something a little different this time around, with Nick defecting and going underground and meeting June, or something like that. We need more than another "goodbye" at this point.

[alphabetboyluvr]

hi holly :)

thank you for taking the time to read & respond!! i know you probably have your own load of things so it means a lot. i appreciate you <3

&girl this is your influence! i’m inspired by you!! no but seriously, i feel like asks are my opportunity to give show you the energy you give out. like i’m just reflecting a part of it back to you🫂 not sure if that makes any sense, but i always want shower you with the emotions you make me feel. even if most of them stem from delusion😂🤍

and the trip sounds so exciting!!!! IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU & BESTIE🫶🏽 may you both create the greatest of memories on this new adventure! anticipating the debrief when you get back!!!!!!!

i’ve been well thank you for asking :) missing yoongi but what’s new. a close friend of mine is getting married soon so i’ll be traveling. it’s insane to think i’m at a point in my life where weddings are becoming more common. but i also find that it’s a blessing to experience other people’s love <3 i’m starting to accept the concept that is growing up. still want to fight it sometimes, but baby steps!!

thank you again for putting up with all my antics <3 i truly am sending you my best wishes 💌🎧

ALSO THANK U SM FOR THE HUSH UPDATE I LIVE THERE NOW BTW

it's okay!! i think im very lucky to be afforded with such kindness and so i try and get back to as much as i can (my inbox is current sitting at around 150 unanswered so i really am sorry if i haven't managed to get back to you!!). i am so grateful and appreciative <3

we are all a little bit delusional, but the happiest people always tend to be!!! so i hope it means that we all find joy in some things!

he he he if i meet and fall in love with a gorgeous aussie surfer on my travels, you guys will never hear from me again!! i shall be gone!!! like the wind!! it's a short trip but honestly I'm soooo excited to see bestie <33 we're both living away from our home country so it's gonna be so nice a reminder of home!

wild isn't it? all of my friends are settled in long-term relationships heading for marriage, and my other bestie who i was due to have a hot girl European summer with has fallen pregnant with her new boyfriend so that's certainly gonna change plans haha. i'd like the world to pause for a little bit, I'm not ready to say goodbye to our youth just yet.

thank you for checking in again! it's always lovely to hear from you. i hope that aquarius season treats you well <33

AND IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!!

[acaciapines]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

i was tagged by @snarky-wallflower and i love talking, lets go!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

70 total, but 5 of those are chara's! so under my name its 65.

2. What’s your total word count?

1,427,738.....

cannot wait to break 2 million w the owl house daemon au. lets go!! never stop!!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

whatever i'm into, but for fandoms i see myself continuing to write for in the near-ish future: deltarune and the owl house!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

you're something special: my first kris-identity fic! i have mixed feelings on this one lol. you can tell its the first i wrote and i hadnt yet solidified my version of kris, tho i think this one probably fits better with canon. overall i like it though!

but then a bigger heart grew back: ooooooh i REALLY love this one. its postcanon owl house fic centering on hunter's grief over flapjack's death and his friendship with waffles!!! i wrote and posted it the DAY after the finale came out which is still really wild to me. its also the only fic ive seen that uses my favorite headcanon of 'hunter didnt carve waffles, she found him' which im so so fond of.

i hope your organs fail you (before i do): this was the first deltarune fic i wrote after chapter 2 came out!! the beginning of my deltarune spiral....its sort of a messy non-chronological look at deltarune's various routes and how kris might experiencing the game's multiple save files. also it has such a banger title. salt lake city by motherfolk is just banger after banger lyrics-wise

non-imaginary friends: god i hate that this is up here dkgjdfg i wrote it back when deltarune first came out and it SHOWS. i refuse to reread it but i think it's kris trying and failing to introduce the dark worlds to asriel. c'mon guys ive written so many better deltarune fics. blease. let this one rest in the past <3

we don't belong (but we're together): oooh, a warrior cats one! im....i mean, this one is like, fine, i guess. it follows hollyleaf and jayfeather in an au where the two of them flee through the tunnels. it has fun lore and i do like my oc pine but. man. its also the fic where i gave hollyleaf a power and if theres one thing i would change about my warriors au its that holly would NOT get a power. this is why i pre-write all my fics before posting now!

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes!! or at least i try my best to. i love and appreciate all my comments sometimes im just Bad at responding to them....i never know what to say beyond 'wow thank you' so sometimes i try to focus more on comments where i can actually say something of substance, yknow?

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh thats hard hmmmmmmm. i think i'd have to say it's and i want to tell you something-- which is a fic about kris & ralsei & the player/soul, where susie and noelle try to save kris from the soul, but both kris and ralsei know they cant survive without it. so in the end kris shatters the soul and is implied to die rather than keep being trapped.

its!!! certainly a time!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmmm. i think most of my ending are pretty bittersweet so in terms of pure happy ending...gonna go for a deep cut here and say its my naddpod fic +1 dad in which moonshine meets lucanus when shes a kid and they hit it off and they get to have that father-daughter relationship from the start. bc lucanus is the BEST naddpod npc and oh my god he loves his daughter so so much you guys--

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i have a few times but its never been like, super major. the funniest time is. i deleted the comment so i dont have the exact wording but im pretty sure someone called me a fandom-deserting cur for. not writing more warrior cat fanfiction?

like what were they expecting. truly.

9. Do you write smut?

no im very aroace lol. i barely write romance.

10. Do you write crossovers?

i used to!!! i did the adventure zone crossed with both how to train your dragon and pokemon mystery dungeon: explorers of sky. i was a different person back then. i dont think i'd do it now, but. who knows.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but i HAVE had a fic pod-ficced which is still so amazing. like......woag. someone liked my fic enough to read the words out loud?????? huh????

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not exactly co-written but both sometimes i think i left you just to see if i'd be missed and a buy one, get one free sort of friend were inspired by conversations i had with my friend @hyperfixations-go-brr! they would not have existed without those long discord chats. halloween festival will live on forever. synth my love.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

im not super into ships beyond like. basic 'oh thats fun' when reading but i WILL actually give the two im the most excited to write in my dess raises kris au someday:

noelle/susie/ralsei: YOU HAVE TO TRUST ME. like. this is an au where noelle basically replaces kris in the fun gang but not in the prophecy and dkjgdfg its about. this budding relationship. and ralsei clinging to the prophecy that doesnt want noelle here and susie who bucks against anything that acts like it knows what shes supposed to do and noelle struggling with the return of her sister and a world that wants to write her out of the story and all of them wanting to be there for their friends but ralsei is dealing with so so much and in the end she gets to throw off her chains and be free <3 noelle/susie/ralsei is so real in my heart.

dess/chara: literally the funniest queerplatonic relationship ever. theyre reluctant coparents. dess trusts chara with kris's life. chara would never ever let dess watch either frisk OR kris unsupervised. chara is 'i can fix you' to dess's 'im literally the most perfect wife in the world.' dess doesn't believe romantic love is a real thing people feel. chara puts xir kids above everything else. dess never asked to be a mother even though she literally kidnapped her best friends baby sibling. they get married for the tax benefits. they should absolutely get a divorce.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

oh god theres so many i would love to finish but its been so long i doubt i'll go back to them lol. the sequel to +1 dad that involves baby moonshine going to gladeholm. wall-e daemon au. gravity falls transcedence au daemon au. percy jackson daemon au. deltarune daemon au fangame.

as you can see its mostly various daemon aus. they were fun while they lasted! but ive moved on </3

16. What are your writing strengths?

pov you are me suddenly forgetting every single thing i have ever written.

i think im very good at writing otherkin or otherwise nonhuman characters. the comments that always bring me the most joy are those on my otherkin fics, by people who were able to see themselves in what i wrote--i think this is a thing that took me a lot of failed attempts to get just right and im really really proud of what i have.

im very good at writing daemon aus <3 there is sort of. an art to figuring out if one a work even needs daemons and two how daemons enhance or add to some aspect of the original work. theres a lot of things i like that i dont think really work with daemons but i always really enjoy figuring out how to add daemons and how to make my daemons like, characters in their own right, you know?

i like to think im good at dialogue and characterization! theres a few characters--kris and the collector, firefly to an extent--that im really proud of the voices i've made for them.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

fight scenes. fight scenes. oh my god i hate them so much they are SO HARD. stop making me put!! visual things!! in my text based medium!!!

really any scene that relies on having a strong idea of like, physical descriptions and sense of a place--i have aphantasia so having to describe scenery and landscape and just, anything really is always a struggle for me.

i also struggle with pacing, to an extent, especially across longer works (im looking at you, owl house daemon au)--knowing how long a plot arc needs to last and how to make it interesting still even when its going to be around for 600k+ words is a challenge and if the owl house daemon au was my first massive fic undertaking i dont think i'd be able to do it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

god im so bad at it but i really really am trying to be better--one big thing im going to focus on in my owl house daemon au edit is based on this because i want luz's identity to stick with her throughout the fic rather than it taking a backseat, but i am not a spanish speaker!! i know like, a LITTLE, but nowhere near enough to feel confident writing it.

so. its a time!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

warrior cats. and beyond just 'oh its the first fandom i posted fic for' no i was writing warrior cat fanfiction from the START. i was out there on the playground coming up with warrior cat ocs. i was printing this stuff out in the school library. i would hand-write fanfiction about my childhood cats becoming warrior cats and starting their own clan. i would roleplay warrior cats on my bedroom floor with pictures of cats i cut out of printer paper and bits of plastic folders i folded into triangles and write down the stories i came up with.

i was the most warrior cat kid to warrior cat kid. I Have Always Been This Way.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

ohhhhhh this is SUCH a tough question i have so many im so fond of, but i think i'm going to have to go with alterhuman. it's an animorphs fic about tobias post-canon and its an exploration of species identity and being a hawk and as a red-tailed hawk myself, a lot of it is deeply personal, a lot of it is my love letter to animorphs, and a lot of it is neffit, who is the best oc i have ever created, hands down.

as for tags, uh....anybody who wants to talk about their fics! even if we dont know each other!! go forth! ramble on about your own stuff for an hour!! truly so so fun.

also @wynterwulf7 and @mackerelgray and @hyperfixations-go-brr. obviously. <3 even if its about fic that isnt on ao3.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: By the time you’re reading this I’ll be on a beach listening to my favorite podcasts I’m manifesting bliss -Danny

Words: 1,330

Phase Five Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Vanilla’ -by Holly Humberstone

xvi: Back To Work

Cat had the irking suspicion that Clint's idea was not far from the truth, perhaps she needed to make up her mind for once and stay, without no one telling her what to do. She'd been a good hero once, she could be it again.

"Do you think that the tracksuits were after anything else at that auction?"

"I don't know, I was pretty focused on Jack and Armand..."

"It's pretty upsetting to think there might be stuff from the Avengers Compound floating around out there, don't ya think, Cat?"

She looked at him with surprise. "I don't know, there was a lot of Stark tech and suits... but uh... Most of the stuff was Steve's and mine. Everyone else lived out of the compound, remember?"

"I lived there for a while, and so did Lang."

"Oh yeah, Lang and his super ultra-secret weapons we never knew about," Cat scoffed. "I was on a mission last year, the only mission I had as an agent if we don't count Spider-man's fiasco in London, and I don't count that, obviously—"

"You went on a mission with Spider-man?" Kate asked. "That's awesome!"

"That's not the point," Cat brushed it aside. "We recovered most of the stuff, so maybe the Ronin suit was the remnant. If anything, it's been years, we can't do much."

"Maybe we can," Clint nudged Kate's shoulder. "You still think Jack is involved somehow?"

"Yes, there's too many coincidences! He was at the auction that night, and yesterday he offered me a butterscotch!"

Clint glanced at Cat with confusion. "Not exactly a crime..."

"When I tried to stab his face to prove he was lying, he parried like a pro."

"You tried to stab your mom's fiance?"

"It sounds like you're the murderer here," Cat said.

"No no, he has everything to gain from Armand's death," Kate insisted.

"The Jack thing is weird. I get it. But it's not exactly airtight."

"Right! Which is why we need more evidence!" Kate agreed. "And why we're gonna sneak into my mom's penthouse!"

"What?"

"We can get into her company's files, Bishop Security has a huge criminal database! There's gotta be info on the tracksuits and Jack in there!"

Clint could only stare at her, but it was harder to render Cat speechless. "If I were the director of a company specializing in security, the first thing I'd do after meeting a guy would be to check his criminal records."

"You read my mind," Clint agreed.

"Jack... What's his full name?"

"Jack Duquesne."

Cat laughed. "I know that guy! He's a puppy, Kate, you must be confused—"

"Don't be condescending, okay? I know what I'm talking about," the girl pouted. "Let's just try it my way once, and if it turns out you're right I promise I'll leave him alone. Happy?"

"Oh no, but I am amused," Cat winked at her.

Kate looked away, as upset as she was flustered.

"Holy shit! If your family turns out to be innocent, I know which Christmas party I'll be crashing!"

"Jeez, this is a home?" Clint stepped out of the elevator and looked around the Bishop's place.

"Yeah, uh, my great-great-great-great grandfather built the building," Kate pointed at the ceiling. "I tried to swing from that very chandelier and broke my arm. So uh, yeah, pretty impressive family, all the way around."

"My great-great-great-great grandfather could kick your great-great-whatever's ass," Cat joked. "He was a Skrull so perhaps your old man would've died of shock had he met him."

Clint looked at her. "That is exactly what we mean by unprompted batshit stuff."

Cat followed Kate to the living room, or at least what she guessed was a sitting area, whatever it was, big and fancy. She'd never liked those kinds of places, she could do the Avengers compound only cause it wasn't designed to be luxurious and elegant. It was huge, yes, but mostly practical and simplistic.

She had this clear memory of the movie nights with Rocket and Pietro, and the one time she'd shared beers with Nat and Steve— the training sessions with Harley, and the history classes with Kurt...

Something moved, but not in the room they were in.

"Someone's here."

Clint left the room at her warning, Cat followed him out. The man was about to enter a new room when a sword stopped him from stepping forward, Cat yanked him back and was about to grab her taser spear when Kate pushed both of them behind her.

"Jack, no!"

"What the hell is going on?" Kate's mother showed up. "And why is there an Avenger in my dining room?"

"Hi," Clint smiled, Cat waved trying to look innocent.

"Oh, my God!" Jack exclaimed. "You're... you're archer!"

"Hawkeye," Kate corrected.

"Clint," the man clarified.

"It's the branding issue, I'm telling you."

"Not the time..." Cat muttered.

"And who are you?" Kate's mother asked her.

Kate looked between them with a startled expression. "Right. Well, she's—"

"Kate's girlfriend," Cat said.

The archer turned to look at her with wide eyes, and mouthed "WHAT?", Cat approached shyly.

"We... we've been together for a while and she said I could come... I hope it's okay?"

The woman was so surprised she forgot about Clint for a moment. "I... Hi! What's your name?"

"Cat Maxwell," she pushed her sunglasses up revealing a sweet pair of brown eyes. "Nice to meet you!"

"Sorry I didn't tell you about this, mom," Kate glanced at Cat. "With everything that's happened since I got here I just..."

"It's okay," the woman brushed it aside. "Of course you can stay, we're happy to have you. I'm Eleanor, this is Jack."

"Hi," Cat smiled.

"So," Eleanor looked back at Kate. "That explains her, but why is Hawkeye here?"

Kate looked over her shoulder at Cat, but she just smiled in return.

"Why don't we take a seat?"

"Someone used my laptop to sign onto my work account ten minutes ago. Any thoughts, Kate?" The woman looked at them. "Hawkeye? Cat?"

"You'll never get anything outta them. See, CB-One has trouble opening up—"

"Nobody calls me CB-One," Clint retorted.

"Just trying something new there for a second," she faced her mom, "probably some early childhood thing. He thinks he doesn't tell me much but he ends up telling me all of it."

"I tell her nothing."

"Yeah, I think it's cause I'm generally pretty chill, you know? I'm not like, 'Oh my God! Hawkeye!"

"Definitely not chill."

"C'mon, Mr. Barton," Cat intervened. "Kate is put together, she'd be about to die and still sit there talking about bows," Kate glared at her. "You just give off that vibe, honey."

Cat got out of the awkward family reunion by telling them she'd promised to visit a friend in town. Kate offered to walk her out and while they were waiting for the elevator she got closer.

"What was that?"

"The thing where I called you honey, or Clint admitting you guys are working together?"

"The part where you're my girlfriend," she raised a brow. "We could've just said you were a friend."

"People do stupid things during the holidays, like bringing strangers to their homes to try and prove that they're happy or whatever. You get it? If I were a friend, and you didn't know basic stuff about me, that'd be suspicious. This is better."

Kate tilted her head. "Maybe."

"I'm gonna leave you to deal with the scolding waiting for you back there, and I'll find Clint to talk about the things you guys found— good luck!"

The elevator's door opened and she stepped inside. Kate stopped the door from closing. "Okay even if it was a good idea, you promised Clint not to flirt with me..."

Cat laughed. "I'm not! The last time I went out with someone like you, I was bored to death. I gotta give it to you, though, no one's been this eager to get my attention."

"I'm not eager," Kate looked away. "But if I were interested..."

"Would be wiser to stop, princess," she put the sunglasses back on. "I break hearts for sport and yours is not strong enough to take it."

"You know, for someone who got dragged into something they didn't wanna do, you look pretty happy..."

"Don't get it twisted, Bishop, if I'm smiling it's only because I want your mom to think I'm a charming young lady— none of this is fun for me."

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[creacherkeeper]

Happy sleep over Saturday!!

Something that bothers me: my emotional burn out and how I'm wanting to end relationships/interactions because of it (might not be a bad thing, it's just hard to accept)

Something I'm excited about: my drafting table is working again! I get to draw lots of geometric patterns with ease!!

Question: have you played any games you like recently? Ive played lots of farming simulator esk games recently (story of seasons pioneers of olive town, grow song of the ever tree, ooblets, rune factory 5). And love when I just want to focus on them! Do you do anything like that?

Is there something you're looking forward to for you DND campaigns?

bothering: i totally get that. and that's something i struggled with in the past as well. but it's always helpful for me to remember that emotionally mature and caring people will like it when you stick up for your needs and boundaries with them. it makes them feel safer that you'll stick up for yourself and it means they can too. so saying something like "i've been really burnt out lately and it would be great if we could talk about more fun stuff for a while. you can check in if i have spoons if something comes up but i might say no if i just dont have brainpower. i still really care about you i just dont have extra energy to share right now". and if the person is receptive then great! just made the friendship stronger. if they get an attitude about it then, congrats youve just seen that they maybe aren't the best friend for you to have anyway and you can feel less guilty about taking care of yourself when it comes to people like that

exciting: OH THATS GREAT!! i think i had a drawing table when i was like. pretty young? like 12 or so maybe. i never got the hang of it tbh. but im glad you like yours!!! i will remain hunched over my table like a goblin when i draw

question: i've played a few!!! i got a decent ways into baba is you and was having a lot of fun with that. i played through the majority of potion permit (not quite a farming sim but you might like it!!) and that was really cute but i thought they couldve used better romancable options. i replayed what became of edith finch which always makes me insane (major trigger warnings). and right now i'm replaying spiritfarer because i haven't replayed since it came out and it's soooooo good and meaningful and just wrecks me but is also so so sweet and calming

DND campaigns: in lensa (where i'm a player) we're about to go into the feywild and im soooooo excited. i play bo who is a ranger and he has gone so ham preparing and i know we're simply gonna get our shit wrecked so so hard anyway. hollis our dm is so good at playing npcs and i cant wait to meet a bunch of trickys faeries. we're so fucking doomed but im so excited.

in lost township (where i dm) we're starting to get more into pantheon lore and also some messy npc relationships and im so excited. i've really Thrown Their Asses In A Situation and everyone is freaking out and im having such an evil good time

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 050: Night Of The Iguana (SSM 32-34)

MASTERPOST

I hope you love reptiles, because we're getting a bunch! But it's good (great?) batch, honestly.

So...

Peter goes back home after his fight with Carrion, Warren's clone.

First off, Peter with facial hair is something I've always wanted on his specific face in the right side of the upper right panel is perfect. It's a shame the rest... isn't. And then, I really love it when Peter's friends help him. This is really cute! The last issues have given him a hard time.

Gloria's leaving with her perfect outfit, damn! Peter, I don't need you to remind me that my days as a freelancer are complicated... *looks anxiously at Riot Games which JUST laid out 530 employees* I'm so fucked...

Something I appreciate in this issue is that previous events are continually references: Peter recovers from his fight with Carrion, a night guard at ESU mentions last issue's fire, some cops investigate the debris, and so on.

No! Nooooooooo! Marv Wolfman, I know you said you wanted to change up Peter's personal life every issue, but this is too much! I love Holly! I love Hector and his White Tiger! And now you're getting rid of them for me?

And I know Wolfman didn't even write this issue or supervise Spectacular much (for now?), but still! Not a change I like! Maybe because it hits too close to home? Where EVEN is South Bronx?

Oh. But... Okay. This isn't so far. They can pretty much meet up anytime! (They probably won't and this is probably to get them out of the magazine. Dear Lord...)

On his way to his first teaching assistant job, Peter meets Dr. Sloan and Marcy Kane. Hm, never heard of them.

Interesting way to introduce her, hahaha. Oh, Peter...

On their way, they find Curt Connors on the ground, knocked out... He seems traumatized by one of his test iguanas, which was implied to have grown up quite a bit the previous night to wreck some havoc.

The three of them go to the Bronx Zoo to give a lecture there. Things don't go well...

Okay, Gwen Stacy...

Folks, I have a confession to make...

This issue is really good. I enjoy it a lot. We got a lot of Parker scenes, and so far the Spidey scenes are quite original.

Actually a stellar issue, loved it, it was really good. The Iguana sharing his weakness is such a beginner's mistake though...

In #33, the Iguana is just as lousy a villain you would have guessed, but I kind of love it.

After a fun scene (yes, Spider scenes can be fun!), the Iguana escapes.

Later...

I actually forgot that they used the Enervator to resolve this crisis! But yeah, that plot point as bonkers.

So basically, Curt continued his research to recover his missing limb and accidentally separated his reptile persona in a human-sized Iguana, and it hypnotized him. Well. That's something alright.

Connors lets Spidey go, but resigns himself to voluntarily becoming the Lizard again to stop his creation.

The Iguana tries to kidnap Connors's wife and son, but Spidey stops him, and we get a great last page:

This is a really good one.

#34 time! We immediately see some nice world building.

It's also a nice set up for a few actually funny jokes that comes a few pages after.

The roof fight becomes a sewer fight (which is immediately less exciting), and Spidey loses track of both reptiles.

Later, Peter goes to ESU to check something about the enervator and runs into Dr. Sloan once again, who seems like he's trying to resurrect a corpse or something.

That's promising.

Marcy surprises Peter and reminds him he has a class to teach in the morning. Peter asks her to cover for him, but she's not agreeable to that.

Alright, Gwen, we get it! I bet she hates Spider-Man and is gonna fall for Peter too.

When Spidey finds the Lizard and the Iguana, they've become best buddies and team up to beat Spidey. Obviously, they fail.

What's more, Spidey transfers all the Lizard side of Connors into the Iguana before making it overload and explode. No more Lizard!

For now.

I hope it stays, but somehow, I doubt it. This storyline has already proven that Connors just can't stay away from his research and radiations. He never learns!

Still, we get a great final panel.

In the letters:

I don't think the supporting characters are dull, but I understand the criticism. Overall, the readers seemed to appreciate the mag's direction.

Next time: Black Cat's here!

Are you as excited and curious as I am?