#agent ross was a bitch
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by the way if you think john deserved to die at the end of rdr1 you’re so wrong+ratio+kys
honestly jump💖
#i could rant about this for hours#even if he did what about his family???#agent ross was a bitch#rdr2#rdr1#john marston#abigail roberts#red dead redemption
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Tag dump 2/?
(Ignore this, my tags got deleted)
#v;; on an adventure (main; bilbo baggins)#v;; king under the mountain (main; smaug)#v;; master of the mystic arts (main; doctor strange)#v;; cia agent (main; everett ross)#v;; friendly neighborhood spider-man (main; peter parker)#v;; i am iron-man (main; tony stark)#v;; where home is (main; may parker)#v;; become a hero (main; deadpool; wade wilson)#v;; within human skin (side; smaug)#v;; those college years (side; peter parker)#muse;; please just keep it simple (john watson)#muse;; tell me your design. tell me who you are. (will graham)#muse;; god of poetry (anders johnson)#muse;; i ain’t nobody’s bitch (daryl dixon)#muse;; a deal with the devil (lucifer morningstar)#muse;; that’s what friends do. they come back. (jaskier)#muse;; not everyone deserves a happy ending (matthew murdock)#muse;; we are all lonely (karen page)#muse;; one batch two batch penny and dime (frank castle)#muse;; it’s about who i see when i look in the mirror (billy russo)#muse;; i don’t get days off. this is what i am. (john mitchell)#muse;; you know the worst thing about being a ghost? it’s lonely (annie sawyer)#muse;; not everything about being human is nice (george sands)#muse;; i remember all of them (james barnes)#muse;; it’s the cruel elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear (loki)#muse;; i am the king of dreams. ruler of the nightmare realms (dream)#muse;; i have been awake since before the breaking of the first silence (sauron)#v;; the game is afoot (main; john watson)#v;; my true design (main; will graham)#v;; poems and lies (main; anders johnson)
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Big kinda-sorta fill for a bunch of prompts all at once because I thought they fit well together. Don't think too hard about the logic of this one. Truly. Don't.
Written for the @sambuckylibrary Anniversary Event!
Cw: violence, blood, injury, medical procedures (on page and discussed), radiation poisoning (sickness, pain, and gore affiliated), body horror (in a dream)
Read on AO3!
Upon Faith
It's 10:34 AM on a Thursday morning when the Winter Soldier kills the GRC delegation leader in the middle of an international summit. He takes out every security agent who gets near him, maims most of the bystanders. He looks right into Sam's eyes as he raises a modified sig-sauer micro-rifle and shoots Sam directly in the middle of the star covering his chest.
Deliriously, as he’s falling backwards with extraordinary pain blooming along every nerve in his body, Sam thinks about how Bucky hated the shield looking like a target, and that he had designed this suit for him and put a target right over Sam's heart anyway.
. . .
Sam woke up a day later, in a hospital room with a heavy cast around his ribs to hold him immobile at least temporarily. There was no shifting around in this behemoth. He couldn't even reach for the water on the table next to him. Normally, it was Bucky's job to bitch about whether he was getting enough fluids, to hand him water glasses and sneak in the digestive sodas Sam liked.
“It’s a bulletproof vest,” Bucky had said once, using an arm across Sam’s hips to keep him in bed. “That means the bullet doesn’t go in. It doesn’t mean the impact doesn’t hit you.”
Sam tried to compare that gunshot to this one. He hadn’t been wearing his Captain America suit that time, just regular kevlar. But the shot had come from a handgun from much further away. The micro-rifle was designed for performance and Bucky had been right in front of him. The vibranium was strong, but that blast had cut right through Sam. What kind of bullet was it? One large one? Or a volley of fire? He couldn’t even remember the sound of it firing.
"It wasn't him," Sam said as soon as someone walked in the door–brought forth by the increased rate in his heart monitor. “I know him better than you do. That wasn’t him.”
He was surprised to see that it was Everett Ross who had walked in the door. If for no other reason than he thought Ross was in Wakanda again. Ross looked up from a file folder thicker than a fist. “Now why am I not surprised to hear you say that, Captain?” he asked. “Nevertheless, you’re not to contact him. You understand of course.”
Sam’s jaw tightened and he tried to sit up again. It didn’t work again. “It wasn’t him. He’s in danger. He’s undercover right now.”
Ross scoffed slightly. “I don’t think he’s the best candidate for undercover work. Pretty identifiable.”
Sam sighed in frustration, tossing his head to the side because he couldn’t do anything with his arms. “Ask your girlfriend. She’d know more than me.”
Unfiltered disgust flashed across Ross’s face. He practically flushed green. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he said sharply. “I heard you two had a falling out,” he added, prodding at old bruises that Sam didn’t want to expose. “You two haven’t spoken in months.”
“He didn’t do it,” Sam repeated.
“The only stable thing in his life gets cut out like that…” Ross suggested with a shrug. “Could make anyone lose it. Especially after prolonged time with Valentina.”
“Bucky’s not a bomb,” Sam almost snarled. “He’s not going to explode from a pin-prick. He’s in trouble. Whatever’s going on, he has a target on his back now.”
“You could say that,” Ross agreed. “Where is he?”
Sam almost managed to throw his hands up in the air. The AC cut on above them and Sam listened to it hum and churn while he stared at Ross. “I don’t know. Like you said, we haven’t talked since he was assigned to the Thunderbolts.”
“Why not?” Ross prodded, poking harder at the bruise encasing Sam’s heart.
Sam found himself shaking his head. He wasn’t sure where the gesture actually came from. The actual answer was that Sam knew Bucky was hiding something from him. Something about this assignment, about the team. He’d adopted this asinine habit of taking on all the dirt and blood that could possibly be slung at Sam, doing all the shady work that Sam came up against recently. Sam had confronted him about it, this assignment had come in, Bucky left without so much as an argument. Just a kiss to the scar under Sam’s eye. He’d been unreachable since.
But Sam couldn’t say any of that to Ross. It would only stoke the flames snaring closer to Bucky, wherever he was. Sam had learned the hard way to watch what he said to their bosses. Every watercooler conversation was some subterfuge to notch another complaint about Bucky’s pardon. Now? If Sam didn’t find Bucky before anyone else, Bucky was never going to see the light of day again.
“We decided long distance wouldn’t work,” he said drily.
Ross snorted and flipped through several pages in the tome in his hand. “Captain, the sooner you help us, the less damage he can do. Do you know he’s been MIA for almost three weeks now?”
Sam’s blood ran cold. He was glad Ross wouldn’t be able to tell how his body tensed through all of the casting on him. Three weeks? Had they even been looking for him? Sam didn’t know anything about the Thunderbolts, but he was sure the leash he was on must’ve had some slack. How long until the team’s handlers decided something was wrong? How much effort had even been put into looking for him before this?
“You think Hydra got their hands on him and reverted him,” Sam surmised. “It didn’t happen. Shuri and her team took all of that out. It took them a decade to break him last time. This wasn’t him. Something else is going on. You’re wasting time focusing on him. You’re wasting his time.”
“Then what do you think happened?” Ross asked, finally looking up at Sam for longer than a glance. He closed the file in his hand and everything.
“The same thing that happened last time,” Sam said. “A mesh-mask. A robot. A shapeshifter. A clone. I don’t know. I only saw it for a few seconds. But it wasn’t Bucky. I know him better than anyone else.”
“You were actively being shot at as well,” Ross pointed out. “I’d hardly consider that a healthy state of mind to be making judgement calls. It’s no secret that you and Barnes are a weak spot for each other. Your opinion, your defense of him, doesn’t weigh very much here.”
Sam bared his teeth and strained too hard all at once. Pain laced up his body, straight down to the bone of him. It cut through the fuzz of quality pain medications and cleared his head only to stuff it full of over-stimulation. Every bone in his chest felt like it was covered in buckshot and he couldn’t get a deep breath in, which made him panic. He was panicking about Bucky too. All his concern came flooding in at once. He wanted out of this bed. He wanted his own phone. He needed to call Bucky, even if he wouldn’t pick up. Sam could leave a message warning him.
Ross tutted and came over to increase Sam’s morphine drip. Too fast, Sam thought, fighting through the red haze and black spots creeping into his vision, that was too much all at once.
“We’ll find him, Captain,” Ross said, stepping back. “Don’t worry about that.”
“Don’t you even–” Sam started, but his tongue got heavy in his mouth and the spots in his vision grew and grew and grew. Don’t hurt him, he tried again as he fell into endless black.
Read the rest on AO3!
#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#captain america#sambucky fanfic#the falcon and the winter soldier#writing#tfatws
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Emma Roberts is complete and utter trash. There are at least three times as many stories of her being a bitch to people than any other star I can think of. Countless stories on Reddit of her being rude to waiters, cashiers, ect. Just look at how she treated the secret service agent just doing his job (and not even in her way!) a couple of weeks back. We first heard about her horrible on set behavior back in 2013 on AHS Coven, now Angelica Ross confirms it was still the case six years later during AHS 1984. Trash.
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[R.R] PROLOGE
Rest in pieces, peace of mind
Someday we will reunite
— 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍
There's nothing that I hate more than this uniform. And that's a big fucking euphemism, 'cause exist a lot of more things for me to hate than a piece of cloth. But the truth is that, looking at this monochrome set, all I can see is the last person I want to be. Who the world condemned me to be, even when I was incapable of choosing for myself.
The Winter Soldier is present in every detail of this costume, including in the only one that escapes the rest: the red star traced below my shoulder.
That's not who I am, but who I was obligated to be. And now they're, again, forcing me to dress the so condemned skin one last time.
At least, that's what they said. It's what they want to convince me to believe.
But, I'm sure, if United States need a potential weapon, I'll be through the firsts of their list as an option without being consulted in advance. And fuck my peace of mind. Not even my therapist, who try every Thursday to “help” me overcome what they did to me, have a little empathy; if I find out in the end that she is, truly, a government agent, I wouldn't be surprised.
They never gave me a lot of options, anyway. The one I have now is to fight for what I have left. Even though I have to risk my freedom for the national and international forgiveness, it's that, or I will never see the daylight. Again. I will live cloistered, me and my demons, being tortured until they get satisfied.
And If I understand torture well, satisfaction it's an illusion; she never comes.
The squeeze of a hand on my right shoulder makes my body tense, but I relax when I realize it's Steve. His smile is soft like I used to gave him, ages ago, to console him about the Second World War. The boy wanted with his life to go to the front lines to face the army of bitches from Germany. And that's the only contrast. My body asks for rest. Break. Peace.
My mind, mainly.
When the office door opens, I follow Ross with my eyes while he's next to a woman I've never seen in my life. She doesn't direct her attention to me, unlike Everett, who always has this worried look when he looks at me. It's like everyone looks at me — a time bomb.
I take a deep breath, waiting for them to give me enough information, so this hell will not last more than two weeks. Ross does the same, but his breath is tense; and the unknown woman, from neck to toe dressed in black, is calm as analyzes, with a frown, countless pages inside a manila folder.
“Well…” Everett rest his elbows on the table, attracting my attention; I relax my back, not liking the tone he chose to use. “We do not have too much information about this… Winter Soldier book.” Frown. “So, you two will have to investigate to get it. The only thing we know is that it is somewhere in Russia.”
A single word makes me stiffen my posture and rise on the chair.
“Two?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Agent Kovalyova will help you in this case.” And that's when she turns her gaze to me. Neutral. Rigid. Icy. “She was one of those most responsible for helping us unmask HYDRA. If S.H.I.E.L.D. still existed, they would owe a great debt of gratitude to her.”
My instinct says that I'll have problems with this Kovalyova one. Nothing good comes from those with this type of body language. Too calm for my taste. Unconcerned. Not at all transparent. And quiet, I hope. Sam is enough of an extrovert.
Fuck gratitude, she doesn't seem good at all to me.
“Kovalyova is very familiar with this country, since she was born there, even though having Brazil in her blood by her mother's side”, Ross keeps chattering, but the agent's laugh interrupts him.
“You don't need to give him a full dossier on my life, Ross,” she says, her voice velvety, too soft for such a formidable agent. “I'm sure he's already figured it out.” She's looking at me, just for a second, lifting her eyes from the folder.
Figured it out what, doll?
“Okay, so…” Everett takes a deep breath. Again. “Kovalyova will accompany you because she knows the country well, as I said, and will be a great help for any conflicts you may encounter along the way. Is that okay with you, Barnes?”
I wrinkle my brow in clear sarcasm. “Do I have another option, agent?”
He presses his lips together. “No, you don't.” Claps his hands once. “The expenses of this mission are all paid for by the government, to which you will have a large debt, as stated in the agreement we made last week. Can we continue?”
I hold back a roll of my eyes. They love to repeat this shit every time they see me.
“Please, Ross,” Steve says for me.
“The mission does not have a fixed duration considering its complexity, but you two must send me reports every week, without delay, to keep us informed of the progress or obstacles you are facing. Any additional help, you can also count on us.” He pauses, perhaps waiting for me to say something. When he sees that I don't, he continues. “We will keep in touch through a device that looks very much like a computer. This little thing here.” He lifts a suitcase from behind the desk, opens it and shows one of the technological aberrations they love to use. “And we also provide something more practical so that you two can communicate during the mission.” He shows what I would call two walkie-talkies. “Any questions?”
The agent by his side murmurs a negative sound, closing the folder. “Thank you, Ross.” One corner of her mouth rises. “As always, very efficient.” She rests her hands on the side of Everett's desk after leaving the folder there. “When can we start?”
“Today, if you like.” He raises his eyebrows. “Okay, Barnes?” I shrug, giving the movement as enough. “So, meeting adjourned.”
Finally, damn it. I stand up, crazy to get out of here.
Steve keeps the melancholy smile on his face; I know how much he wanted to get me out of this, but it is beyond his power to do anything for me now. The government always has its legal ways of torturing those who need it most, and its way of doing it was to put me on a mission, which anyone could have been assigned to in my place, using the excuse that this is how I will start paying my debt to the American people. A debt I didn't make. It's not mine. But it's in my hands, and I'm the one who has to pay for it.
As the devil flees from the cross, I go straight to the exit. However, halfway there, I run into agent Kovalyova and freeze. A few centimeters shorter than me, my height is not enough to intimidate her, much less my gaze as I can with most; her half-smile persists on her full lips as she looks at me eye to eye.
“See ya, soldat,” she murmurs; the tone reflecting the curve of her lips.
Damn daring.
But I don't have time to dwell on that detail, because her voice brings back flashbacks that I only have at night. In her dark eyes, I see my own private hell reflected. Sirens sound in my mind, and I don't know what the fuck to do with this information. I hate having to work with anyone, but she has something extra that makes me, besides hating, doubt every step she takes to the exit.
“It's going to be okay, Bucky,” Steve squeezes my shoulder again, passing support over my metal arm.
It has no effect.
Nothing is fine when it comes to me. Absolutely nothing.
#bucky barnes x oc#bucky fanfic#james bucky buchanan barnes#marvel cinematic universe#marvel fanfiction#dark romance#bucky barnes smut#winter soldier
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CHARACTERS -
Co-Site Director Benjamin Oliver Walker - Co-Site Director, (Wise-)Bright's Husband, Founder of The Library, Head of Pedology, but most importantly: good boy extraordinaire and D-9341 variant.
Dr. Jack Bright (Wise) - Holy fuck there's so much to say about him. Chaos incarnate.
Assistant Researcher Emily Ross - Died in The 2012 Catastrophe.. wonder how she's back. (SCP-061-ICE)
Pontos Doe - Himbo intern who's into greek mythology.
Dr. Wilhem Cure - Site Head of Medicine… probably the only LITERAL doctor on-site.
Agent Ulgrin - KYS'd after 2012 Catastrophe. Got SCP-061-ICE'd (trust me you'll see what it is in time.)
Researcher Penelope Normelle - Literally the most normal person here.
Site Director Bjärk Jakobssons - Quick to snap, jeez louise. Can teleport and is omnipotent across the Site.
George Olkassen - Class-D. Everyone calls him Georgie though. Cool kid wannabe.
Electra Macbeth - Longest-running Class-D. Seriously. How is she STILL alive.
Cookie - Nickname for one of the trans characters!! :3
Dr. Alto Clef (Wise) - Oh what a fucking asshole. Seriously. Only showing up when it entertains him. Might be fucking Maynard.
Dr. Akihito Saku - The Foundation's lovable "Head of Safe Classed Objects"; always the goofball.
Dr. Hartwell Artz - The Foundation's controversial "Head of Euclid Classed Objects"; he's better safe than sorry.
Dr. Amberlynn Rhodes - Th Foundation's rather enigmatic "Head of Keter Classed Objects"; it purported she's resistant against kill agents. Basically the middle ground of Saku and Artz. Not gonna snap at you for pressing a button, but still takes her work seriously.
Senior Researcher Thomas Rivbacht - Jeez.. uh… well, he doesn't take care of himself.. at all… he really should. He uh.. misses his family and is extremely depressive. Reclusive, too.
Dr. George Maynard - Mastermind of The 2013 Catastrophe. Forgiven, but scrutinized. Pale white skin since The Chaos Insurgency revived him utilizing a spliced variant of SCP-049's Touch.
Dr. Jack Bright (Emo) - I CHIME IN!! HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF.. CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR, NO???
Head Nelson Van Martins - The GOC's Icelandic Head. He lied. He's 16, not 18. Either way, he's here now and ready to stay.
Operative Roxxane Sparkes - Another trnas character!! This one being a member of Site Guard who's easily distracted. ^^
Researcher Carly Rosè Colbert - Espionage for The French Government; truly, The French must be stopped.
Researcher Stella Gospelle - The name says it all; "EVERYBODY LOVES STELLLLAAHHHH!"; drama queen and gossip bitch. She will ruin your life.
Site Head of Ethics, Jessica Parish - One of three. The enigmatic Parish Family. Anyways, besides often being mistaken for a bimbo, she's actually quite fierce and once threatened to rip the throat of Darvann out.
Junior Researcher Alexander Grimmes - "Foundation Head of Neutralized Objects"; but more over, attention-seeking extravagant.
Dr. Michelin Frances - Huh. For "Foundation Head of Thaumiel" objects, he speaks formally, maybe a bit posh, but he isn't god awful!
Dr. Amelia Polynaut - What the fuck is going on with "Foundation Head of Apollyon" objects over here?? Bitch is fucking shattered across time and space, apparently.
Chaos - Agent #080 deployed in Nálægt, Iceland for Site-61 raids. Variant of D-9341. LITERALLY Chaos Incarnate.
Dr. Simon Glass (Wise) - Moral, upright and somewhat skittish. At least his head's in the right place, as is his heart!
Dr. Stelle Shamrock Saraden - A humanoid drone bee! He has trauma to unpack, but first, he has to unpack YOURS! :D
Agent Steve Eastside - of the Eastside channel, probably cool in the head but quick to rage.
Senior Researcher Gemini D. Shirks - or just "Shirks", based off of SCPReadings, though, I suppose I could've also just done Dr. Goods. Either way, very hip! The Researcher all the interns wanna work for since he's just chill like that.
Reseacher James Talloran (Wise) - KILL HIM AG- huh? What. Oh. Oh. Okay. No, no he's fine. Yeah. Uh. 3999's still dead. Thank god for SCP-061-ICE.
Dr. Elias Shaw (Wise) - The Foundation's SCP-963-2.. it worked but.. his mind's being fractured each time he dies.
Dr. Charles Gears (Wise) - Now this is one I haven't actually done. He's monotonous, robotic, downright cold. Anyways, stop observing SCP-914 every waking second of your.. existence? …please?
Dr. Ellis Gill Iceberg (Wise) - Well… at least now he WANTS to be alive… FUCK HE'Z THROWING MOLOTOVS AGAIN
Eve - Yes, as in THE Biblical Eve. She's an MTF Agent now. Who knew she was a bad bitch?
Dr. Agatha Rights (Wise) - Femme fatale… and actually pretty funny. Get past the slut accusations and she's basically an auntie.
Dr. Mary-Ann Walker - Hey! Walker's Aunt— GAH!! WHO'S ALSO SCP-1938-J— MARYNODON'TCLICKTHATKINK GODDAMNIT
Dr. Evans Harper - "You'd better keep your mouth shut, seal yourself lip from lip, else I'll get to cram a mouthful in~!"; loonie. He has flowers growing on him, so pretty, but a loonie.
Agent Convit - STOP FUCKING JACKING OFF IN THE CAFETERIA MAN
General Dravi Kondraki, Junior Researcher Riseo, Dr. Benjamin Kondraki - Are all here too, but I haven't done them yet…
General Patrick Philia - "…ew. Bitch, bitch! DISGUST— DISGUSTING!" (Trust me. No.)
Persons of Interest up for questioning:
Dr. Wondertainment (Wise) - STOP FUCKING TALKING FOR FIVE SECONDS
Liddy Doves, of Doves and Co. Inc. - AND STOP MAKING PRODUCTS THAT MAKE PEOPLE HORNY!!!
Charles Fernando Walker - AND… okay, well, you're fine. You just have to figure out that "Bronze-and-Jade" amulet's SCP-963-3.
SCPs up for questioning:
SCP-999 - The Tickle Monster
SCP-131 - Eyepods
SCP-035 - Possessive Mask
SCP-049 - Plague Doctor
SCP-096 - Shy Guy
SCP-352 - Baba Yaga
SCP-106 - The Old Man
SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile
SCP-079 - Old AI
D-9341 - Respawning Test Subject
SCP-1048 - Builder Bear
THIS LIST IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE. CHECK BACK WHENEVER, THERE WILL BE MORE. :)
#drama#writing#gay#lesbian#bisexual#pansexual#aroace#transgender#asexual#lgbt#site 61#ask site 61#scp ask blog#scp#scp foundation#scp fandom#scp fanart#scp 035#scp doctors#scp oc#scp 049#scp 963#scp au#scp containment breach#secure contain protect#art asks#please we beg for the asks 🥺#new ask blog#ask blog#ask me anything
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For once, I don't want Pedro back together with your reader! They both need to move on and grow up. It was unfair to her to keep Pedro around when she knew there was no future, and Pedro was an ass for how he told her, but he wasn't wrong. Of course, you KNOW how that thing with Ross and Emily ended, lol....of course there is no future with Ariela, those kind of relationships never last because they aren't founded on anything real or good. You can't have sex all the time, Pedro is getting too old for that, lol.
I shall chew my fingernails awaiting the next installment of Angst Anon's Cowboy (gets a) Massacre...I mean, Agent Whiskey Needs A Broken Bottle Upside his head...I mean...damn. lol.
I mean calling her a bitch was a bridge too far. But I don't want her to whore herself by fucking him and burning him. She is too good for that.
Angst Anon 🔪🫀🩸🫣
Well, first of all, about Pedro and reader, I don't want them back together either, I mean, as much as they'd be cute and it's nice they still love each other, they are so incompatible. Reader wants a family, she wants to get married and settle down, Pedro doesn't want that. It wouldn't be fair for her to sacrifice her dream like that to stay with him, at the same time it wouldn't be fair to impose all of that on him, as he already made things clear.
Ariela's is Pedro's comfortable option: she's hot and cute and she keeps him entertained but without attaching too many strings. Both Pedro and reader are wrong for wanting to be around each other when in reality they need their distance. Maybe they could be friends, but they should've been away from each other at first, to heal properly from the breakup. Now their feelings for each other are just confusing and bringing them more problems than enjoyment.
Now... About Jack
He's definitely dumb right? Not even dumb, I'd say he is cynical as he did everything he did to reader and still thinks she'll accept his kiss. He apologized to her like his ass and just wanted to kiss her because he is still physically attracted to him.
It would be a very big heartbreak for Wyatt as he likes the cowboy and loves his mommy, he certainly would be very sad and disappointed 😞
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RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 12
Agent Milton: A group of Queers!!
The Gang:
Milton: I’m BAPTIZING YOU!!!
. . .
Agent Ross: I’m gonna let God fix it. Because if I fix it, I’m going to jail.
Javier: Are you okay? Are you, like, a stable person? Like, are you good?
Dutch: Oh, I’m a - oh, I’m a person!
Javier: . . . Right. Um,
Young Dutch: Don’t worry, kids. Papa’s got a plan.
Little John: Y’ain’t our Pa!
Hosea: Dutch, your speech was so good.
Dutch: Oh my God, I like didn’t even like try, it was just like improv -
Hosea: Oh my God, why can’t you just take the fucking COMPLIMENT!?!?!?
Arthur: *gets shot in the head*
Also Arthur: Ow! Oh, I hate it when that happens.
Josiah: *being shown around camp* And you . . . sleep here?
Arthur: When the night critters allow me to.
Dutch, planning: And nothing can go wrong!
*Jenny dies*
*Mac & Sean get captured*
*Davey dies*
*bounty hunters on their trail*
*Mac dies*
*Pinkertons keep showing up*
*Sean dies*
*O’Driscolls constantly*
*Kieran dies*
*Hosea dies*
*Lenny dies*
*Arthur has TB*
*Molly dies*
*half the Gang leaves*
*Karen possibly dies*
*turns out Micah’s a rat*
*the rest of the Gang disbands*
*Ms. Grimshaw dies*
*Arthur dies*
Dutch: OH NO, IT ALL WENT WRONG!
Jealousy
Dutch: Bessie, I am in town and I see your husband walking around with some fat bitch.
Bessie: Dutch, what do you mean? I’m with my husband right now.
Dutch:
Dutch: I’m obsessive and crazy.
Arthur: . . . You’re gay.
Arthur, in the back of the wagon: No!
John, also in the back: Yes!!
Arthur: NOO!!!
John: YESSS!!!!
Arthur: NOOOOOO!!!!!!
John, at the same time: YESSSSSS!!!!!!
Hosea, driving: 😑
~Later~
Hosea, driving: 🙂
Arthur & John: *running beside the wagon after Hosea kicked them out & yelling for him to let them back on*
#rdr2#reddeadredemption2#red dead redemption 2#reddead#agent milton#van der linde gang#agent ross#javier escuella#dutch van der linde#young dutch van der linde#little john marston#hosea matthews#arthur morgan#josiah trelawny#jenny kirk#mac callander#sean macguire#davey callander#kieran duffy#lenny summers#molly o’shea#karen jones#micah bell#susan grimshaw#bessie matthews#john martson#vandermatthews#hosea x bessie#incorrect quotes#incorrect rdr2 quotes
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Super excited for all your wips! 👀👀
How do you render your drawings they look so cool!
*SWEATS* Mamser, I literally have no idea what I even do while I make art—
My rendering isn't that grand nor complex (and I don't think there is any rendering. They're mostly all just flats with barely any shading or lightning with this cartoony-anime mixed style), compared to other authors who also draw their character portraits for their IF's.
It's simple and workable, like my artstyle, and I don't think it'll get more complicated than that! If it works for me, then it works.
I don't have any big brain wisdom I can impart on you or for any other budding artists, because I'm no professional and is merely self taught, but I may have some personal ones:
Steal like an artist. Find something in someone else's artstyle that you really like and adapt that to your own! Artstyles are a personal mishmash of the artists you look up to, and not all are the same even if you and someone else may have the same artistic idols. This is different from tracing, however. I DO NOT encourage tracing over someone else's work and claiming it as your own. That is stealing, you utter criminal, and I will dropkick you if you do that.
Practice. Old wisdom, but it works and it's true. You don't become Bob Ross or Leonardo Da Vinci in a day after all. It's a struggle and it'll be frustrating, but I promise once you learn to draw the thing you finally want to draw, the high from reaching that achievement is absolutely real and so, so worth it.
References. If you think you can draw a sitting position freestyle from your brain, you're wrong, because when you look at a reference of that then at your sketch, you're gonna see a lot of mistakes in the anatomy, poses, perspective etc,. So, please, stockpile your references for every possible thing that you'll be drawing, because you'll absolutely need them.
Have fun. As artists we tend to compare our work to those who we think are better in the craft, when in reality we all are just trying to get better in what we do. Look, it doesn't matter if a 3 year old can recreate Mona Lisa in perfect detail, if you enjoy doing your work then that's already enough. I prefer to see "better" artists as inspirations to try and achieve more, not as some unachievable pedestal. You can achieve that too! May not be as quick as the rest, but you will get there in your own pace. Art is a journey, not a race. Take your time, learn what you want to learn, and have fun!
Experiment. You gotta if you wanna find out what stuff sticks with you and what doesn't. It also helps you find out a technique you might like for sketching, lineart, coloring etc., or if you just wanna get the hang of something first! OR if you wanna try out a new artstyle! Art is a science, in a way. A wonderful alchemy of color, wrist pains, and shrimp posture!
Also thank you for showing excitement for my WIPs, anon! I'm trying me best to work on all of them. You get a mwah from me. 😭💙💙💙
Free art from L? How scandalous! This is also just an excuse for me to ramble about my other characters amongst my 200+ bucket of them.
Some of these are old, but I just wanna share 'em for the funsies.
And, yes, the light blue haired, dark blue eyed lady in black and glasses and guy in a green parka with a resting bitch face are Carmen and Everest, Ophelia's older siblings. I also have Weylyn's older siblings, Bleddyn and Riekka, but I plan on reworking their design first. Why do I have so many redesign plans for so many characters.
1. Random character I drew for Religions Class last semester. I loved her design, so I kept her. No name yet, sadly 😭
2. Rival Agent Team in The Company. No names yet, though purple haired gal is named Agent Carrion. All of the designs and colors were from picrews, I just changed whatever was needed to suit my own preferences.
3. Lucian and Louise Dagohoy doing a clothes swap (2020). They're siblings I love dearly. They'll show up in an IF soon. I have big plans for them.
4. Carmen and Everest. Had this for months now, and I had no idea when to show it. Might refine their design a bit when I have the time.
5. Mint. Yes, her name is Mint. Not a Familiar, but a different kind of Fae entirely. Did this on my phone in 2019(?). I was bored at the time, and wanted to do a simple doodle, so I drew Mint about to eat a carrot.
6. - 7. MSPaint doodles from 2021, during a boring class if I remember. First one's Quentin the Monarch Fae king because it's been a while since I drew that man, then Louise. She's usually drawn happy all the time, but I wanted to make her sad, so I did. Not that hard to draw on MSPaint, really. Great for lineless practice because there are no layers.
8. - 10. Raphael, Gabriel and Michael Zealon. A pair of twins and an older brother. They have the old designs of High Court Angels (this was 2021), and their conversation was based on a tweet I saw on Twitter. Don't ask why. I'm too sleep deprived to answer.
And if you're wondering what art program I use, I either use MSPaint (when I'm bored) or FireAlpaca (for most of my works). The drawing tablet I use is a Huion H430p. It's smaller compared to the normal drawing tablet (H640p) of Huion, and it's as big as a standard notebook.
I would add 20 more art if I were on my laptop right now (and also because most of my art is stored there), but that'll be all for now.
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WAIT BESTIES I DIDNT KNOW AGENT MILTONS BUDDY AGENT ROSS WAS THE SAME BITCH WHO KILLED JOHN OMG IM FUUMING WHY CANT ARTHUR TAKE HIS SCRAWNY MUSTACHE ASS OUT
#2 years into this game and still#I feel like I don’t know shit#🤡🤡#rdr2#someone help me#sad cowboy#makes me sad :(((#kacey rants
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me, quoting shitpost fanfiction me: and this bitch didn't even TELL me about siberia
percy: you were there bucky
me: i had a concussion percy
anyway i didn't know we fucking left tony there until i woke up from stasis in wakanda 2 months later and caught myself up on recent news. and then shuri didn't manage to get the programming out of my head, and tony thought he had a way to do it, and not only was he gonna help me get my mind back but also protect me from secretary ross (who percy later killed for being a hydra agent, fuck that guy) while i lived with him, and eventually we even became friends.. i just can't believe it sometimes.
-james (duh)
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gotta lot of lost time to make up for, don't we?
#finn art#john: hello old fri- damn bitch you live like this?#javier: thanks it's the trauma#they get drinks together and talk abt everything and gay#and agent ross gets nothing. he loses. good day sir!!!#bold of rockstar to assume abigail couldn't get her and jack out safetly#and that sadie didn't go get her wife and son#extremely bold of them to assume that !!!!!!!!#je#jm#jem
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I can already visualize all the white fandom meta and gifsets and moodboards about how Agent Ross and it already hurts me.
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I had several inbox prompts for de-aged versions of the characters, especially Zemo, but the one that really took off wasn’t actually one of the specific prompts, but rather, something that @scioscribe said, in what I think was a conversation about combining different prompts:
Also, this suggests a fic that I would totally read where de-aged Zemo gets hypothermia and also Evil Agencies want to put him back on the Raft even though he's, like, seven.
This is also influenced by some conversations about de-aged Zemo’s general personality on the Winterbaron discord. About 1400 wds.
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Zemo was a tiny lump huddled under a sheet in a hospital bed. And Bucky, who up until a few minutes ago had been sitting in the chair beside the bed, was now on his feet and about to choke a bitch.
The bitch in question being Thaddeus Ross, and the six (!!) SHIELD agents he had showed up with to take a seven-year-old back to prison.
"Out," Bucky said between his teeth.
"He is a prisoner, and I have the paperwork here," Ross said, snapping his finger against it. "You've had him out for the allotted week—"
"Shut up before you wake him up." Bucky planted his mechanical hand on Ross's chest and shoved him into the two SHIELD agents behind him. They were all pushed out into the corridor, where the rest of them were milling awkwardly while nurses glared at them, trying and failing to look like they belonged in body armor on the pediatric floor of the hospital in the middle of the night.
Unfortunately Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross had never been deterred by irrelevant issues like "frightening small children."
"There is no line on Raft paperwork for 'the prisoner was turned into a small child on work release.' We're here to take him, and we're not leaving without him."
Bucky leaned forward until he was in Ross's face.
"Let's just make something clear—"
"Whoa, what the hell is going on here?"
Sam had just showed up in the hallway, a cup of coffee in each hand and a bottle of orange juice clamped between two fingers of one hand. Bucky was conflicted: on the one hand, Sam not being there gave him more options for, say, choking a bitch, but on the other hand, Sam was a lot better at defusing potentially volatile situations.
"Wilson," Ross grated out.
"The duty nurse at the desk told me you were here," Sam said, raking him with a glance. He handed one of the cups of coffee to Bucky, a seemingly offhand gesture, but it was almost certainly aimed at stopping Bucky from punching anyone. Devious bastard. "I thought they must have misunderstood, because even you wouldn't stoop low enough to try to put a sick kid in prison, but I guess I was wrong. And with backup, even. It takes a lot of tough guys to subdue a seven-year-old."
Bucky managed to keep his mouth shut.
There was really no way to explain the child version of Zemo to anyone unless you had actually experienced the child version of Zemo. He was very quiet, very polite, incredibly focused, and had immediately jumped to the conclusion that they were kidnappers and devoted all his unbelievable (for a seven-year-old) focus on playing nice with the supposed kidnappers while plotting to escape. This was his second attempt and the one that had ended with Zemo almost drowning, and Sam and Bucky panicking while wrapping him in coats and rushing him to the hospital.
"Yeah, how did he end up in the hospital, exactly?" Ross asked, switching tactics. "Maybe the two of you aren't suited to taking care of a kid."
"As opposed to putting the kid in prison, a vast improvement," Bucky said. So much for keeping his mouth shut.
"Look," Sam said quietly. He stepped into Ross's space, too, and this actually made Ross fall back a little. Bucky decided to assume that it was Ross just not being able to take the two of them combined, rather than Sam being actually more intimidating than the Winter Soldier when he got pushed so far past the limits of his easygoing nature that he actually got mad. "You might have paperwork that says you can take Helmut Zemo, forty-two-year-old Sokovian terrorist, back to prison. But there is absolutely no way anyone is going to believe that little kid is him, because it's impossible. Things like this just don't happen. At which point we've got you on kidnapping charges, caught red-handed hauling a sick kid out of the hospital, and you really aren't going to enjoy what happens next. Sheriffs in these small Southern counties are really understanding about that sort of thing, a bunch of Yankees kidnapping a small cute white child, so while you're enjoying finding out about small-town jails, then I get the lawyers involved, and if you think your top-secret middle-of-the-ocean prison is going to stand up to that kind of scrutiny—"
"God, you're a pain in the ass," Ross said. But he was stepping away. He was backing down. Bucky was reluctantly impressed. "I'm going to go consult my lawyers. And you know the DOD retains some good ones."
"Yeah, and Captain America is on a friendly basis with all of them," Sam said blandly, at which point Bucky realized just how deeply he was bluffing. He nudged the door open with his elbow. "See you later."
They both ducked back into Zemo's room.
"You absolute liar," Bucky whispered, impressed.
"Well, what am I supposed to tell him?" Sam whispered back fiercely. "That we don't have any paperwork for the kid either, and the nurses think he's a foundling we picked up at the river and already are giving us the side-eye? They probably could walk out with him; they're more respectable-looking than we—" He finally noticed Bucky trying to shush him and turned around. They both regarded the sleep-tousled seven-year-old sitting up in bed and looking at them with feverish suspicion.
"Who's that?" Zemo asked tetchily in his very careful schoolbook English.
"Very bad people," Bucky said. "Hey, Sam brought you orange juice."
Sam took the chair by the bed, so Bucky sat on the end of it. "You thirsty, kid?" Sam asked, cracking the lid off the juice.
Zemo went on looking at them with one of his politely hard-to-read looks. He was unfairly adorable like this, with a mop of light-brown hair and enormous eyes. "I heard you talking," he whispered, and coughed a little. "That man—I don't like him."
"Well, we won't let him near you," Sam said. He waggled the juice. "Want a drink?"
Zemo hesitated, then took it in both hands and drank.
"He's right," Bucky said, feeling suddenly a lot more awkward than when he was getting up in Ross's face. "I know you don't entirely believe us about the, uh, the adult you, but we're supposed to protect the adult you, so we're going to protect the little-kid you just the same. Nobody bad is going to hurt you or come close to you while we're here."
Zemo looked up from his juice. "Why can't I go home?"
Bucky opened his mouth and complete ran out of inspiration.
"Because it's not safe," Sam said quietly. "Because of men like that. So you'll be with us until it is safe."
They had said more or less this to him before—it was the closest thing they had to an explanation for him—but he had responded with nothing but tiny frowns of obvious suspicion. This time, however, he looked at them with one of those thoughtful little frowns, and then he said suddenly, "I believe you."
And he crawled out of bed into Sam's lap.
"Uh, hey," Sam said, startled. "Uh, here, let me take that." He took the half-empty orange juice and put it by the bed. "Hey, Buck, could I get a blanket or something ..."
Bucky took pity on him, because it wasn't every day you got the seven-year-old version of a wanted international terrorist curling up peacefully and trustingly in your lap, looking like he was about to fall asleep there. He took one of the blankets off the bed and tucked it around Zemo in Sam's arms. Meanwhile Sam was lightly stroking the kid's hair. Zemo sagged into him and then, from all appearances, did actually fall asleep, sliding into a deeper and less twitchy sleep than anything Bucky had seen him achieve earlier in the evening.
"Naptime for me, then," Bucky said, and stretched out on the bed. As a pediatric bed, it wasn't long enough for him, but he was too tired to care.
"Hey!"
"Look, if I have to throw out Ross and his goons in the morning, I'll need the rest. Anyway, you're busy being a piece of furniture right now."
Sam snorted, but softly, and he reached over Zemo's curly little head, very carefully, to retrieve his coffee cup.
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Just A Moment In Time
Everett Ross x Black Fem!Reader - Unknown Chapters
Work Summary: Sequel to Agent or Princess, part 2 of Royal Agency. Reader and Everett need a vacation. So they leave to see Reader’s family in Wakanda, where Reader has a happy surprise waiting for Everett.
Requested by @tallulahchanel (she also did the amazing mood board!)
Chapter 1: Time Away
Summary: Reader convinces Everett that they need a vacation. So they go to a country that has already welcomed them with open arms.
Notes: umhlobo = friend
Hopefully, I got the write translation. Please let me know if I need to fix it.
“Everett, please! We need this!”
“We just went on vacation!”
You threw your hands in the air. “Two years ago after I first moved in! We are long overdue.”
Everett signed and looked up from his desk. You had come into your shared office to approach the idea of getting away. Needless to say, it wasn’t going well.
“What’s going on, ___? I’ve never seen you this wound up before.”
You sighed as you moved closer to his desk. “I- I’ve been feeling buried at work lately. The Avengers are doing what they can with how few of them there are and I almost feel like I live at the compound. And you’ve been working overtime with the new recruits. We barely even have date nights anymore, Ev.”
He ran his hands over his face before sitting back in his chair. “You’re right. You’re right. We live under the same roof and yet it seems like we see each other less.”
Smiling, you walked around his desk and sat on the edge next to his chair. “Which is why we need to get away. Let Robins train the new agents.”
He nodded his head as he gently took your arm, pulling you onto his lap. “Ok, first thing tomorrow I’ll get us set up for a vacation. Any place in mind?”
You smiled at him, a twinkle in your eyes. “Well, it is Shuri’s birthday this month.”
Everett laughed. “Why am I not surprised? Deal. We’ll go visit your family in Wakanda. I still owe your cousin another round of that game he likes to play.”
“Does T’Challa still let you win?”
He scoffed. “No one lets me win.”
“Mhm.” You kissed him before leaving the room to call Nakia about your plans.
“You finally convinced him?!”
“Of course! He thinks we’re coming for Shuri’s birthday.”
Shuri could be heard huffing in the background. “You say that as if it’s not important.”
You and Nakia laughed. “Of course, it’s important, Shuri. But so is my news! And just imagine the look on everyone’s face after I tell Everett!”
Nakia squealed. “If this doesn’t make him put a ring on it-”
“Shh!” You giggled, trying to make sure Everett wasn’t accidentally overhearing the phone call. “As much as I want to get married to him one day, that is not why I’m telling him this.”
“Oooh, I’m going to get Okoye to help! We’ll make your room extra nice!”
“I’m not telling him the moment we get there. You know jet lag is a bitch.”
“We know, but it can’t hurt the mood.”
“If anything, I hope this helps him get more in the mindset of readjusting his work/home life balance.”
“Fingers crossed, umhlobo. We’ll see you soon!”
As you and Everett made plans for your vacation, you became more and more nervous. The day of your departure, you grabbed your bags and took them to the roof of your condo. Okoye was already there with a jet waiting. You both greeted her as you boarded the jet and took seats so she could get you in the air.
And when you landed in Wakanda, T’Challa was the first to greet you both with a hug. Shuri could be heard laughing as she walked up.
“Just a few years ago, Agent Ross was trying to arrest my brother in Germany. Now he hugs the man like they are brothers.”
“Perhaps one day we will be family.” T’Challa winked at you.
“Oh my god,” you felt your face grow warm. “Can we please go inside?”
T’Challa chuckled. “Of course. Mother will be so happy to see you.”
Queen Mother Ramonda was waiting inside with Nakia, both beaming with happiness when they laid eyes on you and Everett. After another collection of hugs, the staff took your luggage up to your suite as Ramonda showed you the changes Shuri had been making to the palace.
“It looks amazing!”
“Your apartment could be this cool, too.” Shur smile. “Just say the word.”
“I like the apartment as it is,” Everett remarked.
“Colonizer,” Shuri quipped.
You laughed. “Play nice, you two.”
Shuri rolled her eyes but Ramonda smiled. “We are so happy you two are visiting once again. It has been far too long.”
“That’s what I told Ev,” you nudged him with your shoulder and he couldn’t help a smile at you. And that’s what you loved most: no matter how stressed he was, no matter how crazy work was, the moment you smiled or teased him, his face lit up like he was on cloud nine. It made you that much more comfortable with the surprise you were going to spring on him.
Everett ducked his head. “I’ve been so busy at work I didn’t notice. Luckily, ___ convinced me it was time for a long-overdue vacation.”
Everyone laughed as you walked down the hall to your room. Shuri showed you some of the changes she made since the last time you visited before leaving you two alone. You were about to unpack one of your bags before Everett grabbed your arm to pull you close.
You smiled into the surprise kiss. “What brought this on?”
He ran his hands down your back before going back up, this time under your shirt. “You’re right. We needed this. We needed time away.”
“Everett,” you laughed under his touch. “We’ll be late for dinner.”
“Then I guess we’ll be late.”
Part of you wanted to stop because you had planned to meet with Shuri and Nakia before dinner to finalize the surprise. But it had been a while since you and Everett had a moment alone where neither of you were exhausted. And his touch felt so good.
So you guessed you would just have to meet your friends after dinner. They would understand.
Chapter 2
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#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#royal agency#just a moment in time#everet ross#everett ross x fem!reader#everett ross x black!reader#black!reader#fem!reader
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So who else feels like Black Panther is gonna really reveal fandom’s true colors in terms of what characters explode in popularity and which ones get shat on?
#meaning there's gonna be a sub-fandom for the white ross agent that pops up and generates 12k fics#while there's a million posts calling Nakia a bitch for doing insert vaguely problematic thing here
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