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privitivium · 2 months

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Big buff bossy gangster just bumping into Subtop M reader one day and suddenly becoming obsessed with them to the point where M reader has no choice but to submit to his advances cause if not well he's dead. Subtop M reader has to admit tho that he loves fucking him especially in risky places cause seeing him trying to keep his voice down satisfies Subtop M reader especially with his tiddies bouncing with each thrust

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i absolutely adore your writings :)) and no need to rush alright? i'm willing to wait haha

thank you dear coffin, i adore you......

yes…..….. this is refreshing. 💥💥🌹these are ideas. thoughts…… i might post more of this guy as an actual full-fledged fic where he actually stalks you as i enjoy big breast men 💥💥💥🌹🌹🌹must… must write more to be more… detailed…. uaghugh

amab bossy gangster x amab m reader

pt 2 rambles :3 cw;; dubcon, exhibition, stalker - yandere tendences?

love at first sight… for him at least. a towering muscly dude with visible scars here and there along his “handsome” face with layered platinum blond hair doing his rounds with a couple of lackeys… unintentionally not looking where he was goingㅡ

ㅡ“oh, whoopsie.. you alright, man?” cautious not to put your hands on the other person who accidentally stepped on your foot and took a slight tumble; swallowing thickly, comedically as the man raises to his full height without a word - towering over you with his pecs center to your eyes, some big platinum blond muscleheadㅡ“haha… y-ou … you alright?” you offer your hand, even if he was already standing and most certainly did not need your help -

“fine.” he waves you off, leaving wordlessly but not before giving you a nasty glower. uagh, jeez.. what's that guy's problem? not like you were looking to instigate or something but still… you obviously did not mean to trip him! didnt he see how sympathetic you were just then? some people…

unbeknownst to you, he was fuming. that was how your first official meeting went?! argh!! his companions, his lackeys noting his upset and commenting on the matter ; “what's the matter? you wanna go back n’ pummel that guy, boss?”

“no, no…” the hulking mass of muscle shakes his head - thin layers of platinum blond hair, waving his hand dismissively while seeming to be in thought - stalling down the walkway and making a swift turn down a narrow alleyway, knuckleheads following close behind. “that's… my lover. my fated one to be, you idiots. how can you not see that?”

ㅡhe’s delusional, his lackeys realize. but feed into it anyway. in the lair, a rundown two story house where he was answering questions and fiddling with several pictures taken of you just hours later. a quick question of “how can ya’ tell that's yer fated one to be??!” an excited pawn queried. the big boss man going off on an equally excited tangent - a happy explanation about how he doesn't even know. all he knows is that he took one look at your tripping sorry ass and immediately wanted to get down on his knees, uncaring if it was in the middle of a busy sidewalk..

or it could… be the something like, muscly bossy gangster runs into you a few times instead,,, neither of you forgetting one another because for you, it's a big ass intimidating guy who glares at you and nearly makes you piss your pants how can you not forgetㅡand for him - he's literally orchestrating his schedule around yours just to be bumping into you like this. tapping your phone, keeping you tracked through a device or having several of his companions follow you around…

and then, him. finally showing up to your fucking home on a friday night - 11 pm. forcing his way into your apartment and ignoring how terrified you looked and showing you all the pictures he took of you. like aren't you the cutest ? and you… staring at him, teary eyed and sniffling because you obviously cant fight back against this fucking behemoth who you accidentally tripped… this is your day of reckoning isn’t it…. dead if you do, dead if you don't, huh. well. eyeing his fat chest, looking over his stocky build.. this guy's in love with you that badly?! then.. he could never hurt you right…? haha… a spineless creature such as you submitting that easily, you can't help yourself and you cant blame yourself!!!

ㅡ"shh-sh..” he hisses softly, grunting as he fluidly jerks at your hardened prick over your jeans - your back pressed against a wall in a maze of alleyways. of course, its the go-to.. who are you to deny this bossy ass gangster when he wants to be fucked??? asking you so nicely… ( literally pulling you from the eyes of the public wordlessly. who was gonna say anything anyway??? they know of him and his status….) whimpering softly - music to his ears. wishing he could be recording this audio for his own needy purposes of jerking off to your shrine he made… plunging himself on your pre-cum and saliva lathered cock… it was mesmerizing. pulling up his shirt to reveal his abdomen - no complaint from the hulking bossy bitch as you fondle his chest. before he was switching positions and pressing his front into the wall and allowing you to hump into him at a lazy languid pace while groping at his meaty body underneath his tight-fitted shirt. he… has to remind you of who's the one in charge… “keep it down..” he reminds breathlessly, a grin spreading across his face as he pushes his hips back into you ㅡ deliberately clenching his gummy walls around yr meaty, aching dick -

ㅡ“what's this?”

“uhh… our conversation?” you squint, glancing between the hulking mass pining you and his hand holding his tiny phone - his hand was just … huge. displaying your messages, where he was the last one to send a message?

he inhales sharply at your obliviousness, huffing in obvious indignation - pushing you harder against the wall without intent. “you left me on seen.” he stresses the last word. did you?? he was nearly snarling like an animal with rabies. “why??” god, this guy is like an insecure girlfriend but 10 times worse.

“... i got uh.. distractedㅡ” you squirm, avoiding eye contactㅡ

"distracted with what?” he intrudes, leaning inward - you could faintly smell a hint of mint and.. what is thatㅡcinnamon? what's this guy's problem, eating sweets and harrassing you?! and just a quick glance down would tell you everything you need to know. how awkward… do you even tell him or does he know that he's bulging? it throws you off… acting so moody but bricked up??? that's laughable and you can't help yourself. b-but you can't exactly laugh in good humor, hypnotized by the way his squishy pecs bounce up and down with his hole clamping on your cock ㅡ telling you in-between ragged breaths never to ignore him - yes, yes honey never in my life i will do such a thing, mhm..

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 8 months

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A general problem the MCU has is that while they may be good at bringing up potentially interesting and complex takes on real-world issues or things that could shake up the status quo, they're not good at commitment, and usually have the issues get solved in anticlimactic fashion, whether that be by the end of the same project they were introduced in, or have them get solved offscreen.

Like, with The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, they raise a legitimate issue through bringing up the topic of how immigrants and refugees are treated. Setting aside Karli falling into the same trap as Killmonger of "villains who suddenly kill a bunch of innocent people at random because they were raising too many legitimate points, and we need the audience to not root for the", the issue is resolved through Sam effectively giving a "Do better" speech to the politicians while the deportation issue is solved offscreen.

Setting aside that they come off more like a HYDRA manifesto, the Sokovia Accords could've been the foundation for a discussion about acceptable forms of oversight for superheroes. But it really just amounted to a plot device to allow the airport battle to happen, they're pretty much forgotten once Zemo enters the picture, they're mentioned a few times in Ant-Man and the Wasp and WandaVision, and then Matt Murdock's scenes in She-Hulk: Attorney at Law reveal that the Accords were repealed offscreen.

Secret Invasion seemed to be on track to deconstruct Fury's habit of using superpowered people to help him, by having it reveal that he basically exploited alien refugees. But he doesn't actually solve that issue by the end (in fact, when it comes to defeating Gravik, he exploits G'iah having superpowers and wanting to avenge her parents to utilize her as an assassin).

I very much agree with you.

The MCU likes to bring up certain points of discussion but they seem to believe that either the audience is too stupid to understand complex storylines or they just want something easy to digest that won't upset anybody (mostly the execs).

It comes to show that while in the past the superhero movies were all about celebrating the heroes and their "otherness", nowadays we get organizations like the TVA justified by the narrative, the governments are protected and the blame is deflected towards the heroes like Bucky, or a series that could have made a fantastic story regarding Fury, Shield and their shady missions turns out to say... absolutely nothing at all.

What they did to the Flagsmashers and Karli was so utterly disgusting that I can't even begin to say how mad it made me. Hell, Secret Invasion was dealing with refugees as well (the alien-kind but, still). So why not try to connect the two somehow? We had Nick speak to Talos about racism, much in the way Sam gets to mention some of it especially when he's with Isaiah, but nothing ever comes out of it. They're short lines that can be quoted in tweets and memes but they're pointless when it comes to the story being told in the series.

And maybe that's the problem, it would seem that's all Marvel wants. It's like their "queer rep". They want something quick, short, and ambiguous that won't bother anyone too much. Probably because they're one of those who think "both sides" are equally right and wrong and so they don't want to alienate anybody.

And one of the reasons I hate this is that when it really comes to it... does the existence of heroes really change anything in the MCU universe? When it comes to external threats they're essential, but with internal affairs? They always stop the immediate threat but everything else that made it happen is left as it is (the worst offender is CW, the Accords and that damn Raft. "Oh let me break my teammates out of here but watch as I do nothing to help the other inmates or anybody else that will be sent here in the future". WTF is that?!!).

#mcu salt #mcu critical

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pearldog30 · 1 year

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Howdy do ! May i ask for a simon x reader who has the same traumatic experience with toxic father( a cheating narcissist piece of shit) and she had a hard time believing anyone but still she listens to everyone's venting but never say anything about herself to anyone? Also she is very quiet and doesn't like socialization much?

A step in the right direction.

But I hope this is exactly what you asked for. and it's everything you thought it could be this is my first time doing a request! (I also throw in a little bonus for you, hopefully it makes sense. I may have went a little off topic on how y'all meant but it's fine....) This is also on the longer side of the story so enjoy! 🖤 (I'm not going to lie I'm so freaking nervous when you read this because I really hope it's what you wanted)

Simon Riley x gnreader

This was also requested you are a civilian reader.

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| abuse, childhood abuse, mention of alcohol,

As you sat in bed, In your dark single bedroom apartment crying to yourself. So overwhelmed with all the feelings, you've been keeping in for so long. being everybody's Rock to study on. but never having a rock to steady yourself on. Eyes swollen from tears, nose runny. in the corner of your eye you catch your phone screen light up, you try to ignore it. but your curiosity got the best of you. You pick up your phone and the light flash from it blinds you, you're swollen eyes. And you notice a message on it.

Big lover boy 👻🖤

I'm here let me in.

Confused you put your phone back down. Quickly turn on the lights, adjust yourself so it didn't look like you've been crying for hours. As you walk through your apartment, to the front door to let Simon in. you can't help but feel your heart racing hoping to God, he doesn't notice that you've been crying. because you knew deep down he notices every. single. little. detail. As you open the door you're greeted with your tall husky hulk of a man boyfriend "hey!" He says quietly walking in quickly from the cold rainy weather. Quickly shuffling his Boots and coat off by the door, "hi baby" you say quietly thanking God, he still hasn't noticed how puffy your face is from crying. As he turns around from taking his boots off, to give you a quick kiss on your forehead. as his way of saying he loves you, y'all haven't made it that far yet. Your heart drops that's when he notices, he slowly stops in his tracks giving you a concern, yet confused look. Thinking he did something wrong, he reaches his hand out to put on your shoulder so gentle, so soft, so loving, yet so concerned, All in One touch. In a calm, yet gentle, and Stern voice. he says "what's wrong sweetheart" the only thing you can muster up to say was "nothing I'm okay" quietly, And Simon knew that was a complete bullshit lie.

A part of him knew better than not to poke and push. and then the other just wanted you to tell him everything every. single. little. piece. on what was wrong, so he could find a solution to fix it. He never liked seeing you upset/stress. but this was also the first time he's seen you with watery eyes, and he didn't realize how much it truly broke his "cold" heart. until that very moment, gently resting your hands on his chest. you look up at the very mountain man of your boyfriend "would you like me to start us some tea" you say trying to change the topic, and make all your thoughts and feelings go away. So you could be happy your boyfriend's there with you. He gently shakes his head politely declining your offer. "I'm afraid not you know how I get when I have tea late" he says still maintaining eye contact.

You gently grab his hand hugging him with you into your bedroom and he obliges following you more than happy. Honestly all you wanted was to lay in your bed with your boyfriend, and just soak in the moment, forget about everything, and just let the world surround you and him, like y'all are the only beings left. As you walk over to climb in bed, you look over and see Simon pulling off his shirt, and jeans, and putting on some basketball shorts. he left at your house from a few of the nights he spent. And this made you stop in your tracks, even though you've seen him do this a 100 times. it still mesmerizes you every time. the way his shirt tightly pulls over his biceps, the way his chest slowly rises and falls, the way his scars stretch across his skin ever so slightly. As he looks back over to you a light blush spread cross his cheekbones, thankful it's dark so you can't really tell. chuckling to himself, as he walks over to your queen size bed. that fits you perfectly, him not so much but y'all somehow make it work. As he crawls in the bed and situates himself, so he's comfortable pulling you close to his side. y'all laying there in silence looking at each other, and the way y'all look at each other, hold each other, says more than a million words could ever describe. As you lay there quietly watching your very much over exhausted, overworked, Simon peacefully doze off.

You can't help but start digging into your past, going down memory lane remembering how y'all met.

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1 year prior.

Your best friend, Hayden price. the only person you trusted and led into your life. Invited you over to her house, cuz her dad was throwing a little party. and he told his daughter he could invite one of her friends, so she wouldn't be as bored, around her father, and all of his teammates. that he was throwing a celebration for yet another victory in his pocket that was worth celebrating. You were more than happy to accept the invitation and celebrate that her father came home back safe again. Because to you her dad, was also your dad. He knew how bad your life was. So he took you in as his own. Wanting to show you how you should be treated/how valuable life was and you were no exception, to that rule. You were in a dark place when you met him, and he was that little light at the end of the dark tunnel. To say you were grateful for him was an understatement. He was the dad you didn't know you needed.

As you entered the house you were greeted with the light smell of alcohol/cigars and you knew you were in the price family home, Warm and welcoming. As you took your shoes off by the door your friend came up next to you greeting you in. but that was short-lived because the sound of light drunken laughter and yelling filled your ears. But this time it wasn't in panic you need to get out of here away. No it was warm and welcoming as you could get and you were grateful for it grateful that you found a family, that took you in. that you could call home anytime you needed. As your friend walked you into the massive elegant kitchen/dining room were the party was being thrown you were greeted with a warm Pat on your back, None other than John Price himself. When you turn to greet him you couldn't help but your eyes catch the large group of men, behind him. More specifically the one sitting in the corner, with a basic Black tactical mask on. he caught your eye out of all of them something about him, gave you a warm feeling and you don't know why. You didn't trust men, not even your own. so why were you so eager about him, he looks massive. men like him usually make you turn the other way. Price caught you staring a bit too long though. Which was on your downfall, cuz you never ever let anybody know who your friends with/who you're interested in. So price in the most dad fashion, way he could somehow got you to sit right next to him. To say you were nervous was an understatement. So why would you be so nervous you're never this nervous in this warm welcoming setting around men like him, but for some reason he was different you could sense it.

As you were sitting next to him. You have no idea what told you to do this, you were the quiet, skittish, girl always never the one to start a conversation. but you somehow, gathered up the courage to start small talk with him. As you were talking with him you couldn't help but feel like you were annoying him. so you kind of just backed away from the conversation, but you couldn't help but feel his eyes constantly on you, watching your every movement like pray.

As it got later into the night. price told you to stay the night cuz it was late, and he didn't want you leaving that late by yourself. So you did as you were told. But you couldn't help but kept on thinking about that man and the little conversation you two had. The way he responded with that heavy British accent of his, something about it made your heart skip a beat, and you hate it cuz you didn't understood why. As you were staring off into the universe, playing the conversation over and over in your head your friend interrupted you.

"y/n are you seriously still thinking about Simon" she says with tease and curiosity in her voice. "NO" you say back a little too fast to function what she just said. "OH MY GOD YOU ARE" she says excitedly in a fit of laughter. "Dude you can't even deny it I saw the way you two were looking at each other that entire time" she says through laughter "no we weren't" was literally the only defense you had "yes you were you liar. Anyways what do you want to know about him I got some tea on him" you gave her the knowing look of wanting to know more about him, but not wanting to admit it. And then from there she goes on to tell you a little bit about him that she knows. "yeah and to top it all off he's my dad's right hand man I know that for sure" she says in a serious tone "how about this the next time we throw a party/he's here I'll invite you over so you can talk with him a little bit more"

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Smiling to yourself, happy at the way that turned out. you still don't know how you got so lucky with him, but you're more than grateful. And then things take a turn for the worst, your mind starts going back to your childhood, making you remember all the awful things you've had to witness/go through still haunting you to this day.

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When you were 9.

As you were sitting in your room, under your covers shaking to death from being petrified. Hearing the yelling in the distance, from your abusive father who only cared about himself. Trying to drown out the noise, and think of happy memories, before you know it you hear your bedroom door slammed open, and this caused you to jump. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" you're abusive father screams in your face, grabbing you before you could even realize, shaking you around by your shoulders bound to leave a bruise. But you don't say anything, never. You tried to conceal your cry's, the best you could cuz you knew it would make the situation worse. but you were unsuccessful, And you knew the consequences. "OH NOW YOU'RE CRYING FOR NO REASON YOU KNOW WHAT" he says anger filling his voice even more, and at this point you were trembling shaking with fear. "I'LL GIVE YOU A FUCKIN REASON TO CRY" he says through breaths "SINCE YOU WANT TO BE AN UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WHORE. AND TAKE EVERYTHING THAT I GIVE YOU FOR GRANTED, I'LL SHOW YOU THE GODDAMN CONSEQUENCES. HELL I SHOULD JUST THROW YOU OUT ON THE STREET, SINCE YOU WANT TO BE SO GODDAMN UNGRATEFUL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LUCKY YOU ARE TO HAVE ME." At this point you're sobbing. And right before his hand is meant with your cheek.

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You somehow shake yourself out of that moment, shaking tears streaming down your face, having a panic attack. not realizing your lover Simon is right next to you, holding you gently trying to make you come back, and calm you down. but this startles you and makes you jump from him, thinking it was your father. " hey hey" he says severely worried yet so calm for you "baby it's me I'm right here" his hand reaching out to you hoping you're back in the present. You willingly, shakily, grab it, trying to calm yourself down. you don't want him to see you like this, you hated when people saw you like this. it reminded you of the past. Simon being a veteran of panic attacks, so calmly helps you breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth helping you calm down.

Once you calm down some Simon wraps his arms around you, so gently, knowing the slightest movement could trigger another one. "Sweetheart" he begins. "Please tell me what's going on and don't say nothing because you and me both know it's not true" he says in a Stern yet gentle tone. "Trust me I know it's not easy talking about this stuff. but keeping it in, it will kill you. and I can't just stand by and let that happen" he finishes. And this sentence is what finally broke the bottle. You've never heard him so vulnerable, so concerned, so worried, in the time you've been together until now. So for the first time you let him in. you let him see that wounded, scarred, little kid. that never got the proper healing they deserve.

As you tell him everything through tears. he's looking at you with the most contentive, steady eyes, watching your every word, taking everything in, not missing a beat. And when you finish. He begins" you know my father would beat me every night, and my mother, I know what it's like to go through that." He says looking away from you like he's ashamed, but you gently pull him back towards you. wanting him to finish, but not pushing it. "So I know firsthand what it's like. and I know saying this won't change anything. Bu-" he chokes he's trying to hold back everything, he knows he has to. Because for once you actually have a rock to lean on. he knows you never let anybody see you like this. He understood how much of a big step this was for you and him. "But maybe it would help knowing that having someone who understands could help" he finishes. And has he does he didn't realize the weight that was lifted off of him. You gently pull him in for a kiss, hugging him ever so tightly. trying to assure yourself that this is real, it's not a dream, and that you do actually deserve this.

As you sat there him holding you much smaller body, his nose pressed to your forehead. He whispers ever so quietly almost like a prayer" I love you" and you just barely caught it. And in a way this makes you panic, because every time you've been told someone loves you, it was a lie, you had a hard time believing everybody after what your own did to you. Hell after what just happened you're still trying to reassure yourself, and tell that little demon in the back of your mind that this is real, he is here, he's to stay, and He does care. Your hesitant to say it back to him, because well he's the same way. But you fight that demon knowing if this is real, he won't backstab you with it. "I love you too" you mutter back. And the way he looks into your eyes, tells you he's trying to tell your stubbornness, your demons, that you really do deserve this. hell to him you deserve someone better than him, you deserve the world.

And little did both of you know, after this night is what changed everything. y'all's relationship took one giant step in the right direction, you wouldn't know it now but you're sure as hell were grateful for this night when you look back.

And that's going to be the end for this I hope you all enjoyed and love this as much as I had fun making it. I wanted to do a soft Simon for this cuz it just made most sense. Anyways I hope you all are having a good day/night. reblogs and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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grandmother-goblin · 4 months

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Field Study - Chapter 10

Ao3 - Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Astarion has made a huge mistake, but how much does it really matter? Cas doesn't really mean anything to him, right? So what if she's upset? But when Astarion finds a surprise in his tent, he realizes how far he has fallen and how much he has to lose. And damn the gods, he doesn't want to lose her.

Relationships: Astarion x Female!Tav

Rating: Explicit (18+) for eventual smut.

Word Count: 5k

Chapter Tags: Astarion gets a portrait, awkward conversations, Astarion is going after what he wants, confessions.

Content Warning: Astarion thinks some not-so-nice thoughts about Gale. The thoughts he has are reflective of his character, not of me. I love Gale. Astarion just happens to be a bit pissed at him a bit in this chapter.

Astarion spent the rest of the night trapped in his own head. When he had reconvened with the others, it was like his disastrous rendezvous with the drow had never even happened. Gale and Wyll had appeared none the wiser, quietly preparing for the night ahead while Cas went through the plan one more time.

If Astarion didn’t know any better, it seemed like Cas had already pushed their argument from her mind. Yet, she couldn’t quite meet his gaze. Any time he tried to make eye contact with her, she found something to distract herself in an apparent effort to avoid looking at him all together.

Then there was the proximity. He had grown used to all of her little touches; her fingers against his hand as she passed by, a friendly bump against his shoulder, or a playful whisper in his ear. That had all stopped.

Cas was cordial, polite, and outwardly friendly. But she had distanced himself from him in a way that only he would notice.

And it fucking hurt.

So he turned his focus on the task ahead of him. Raw frustration, anger, and pain writhed within him like live snakes waiting to strike. He itched to hurt something else because it would distract him from the sharp ache in his chest.

Unfortunately for him, Cas’s plan aimed to avoid fighting and bloodshed. Initially, Astarion thought it was a great plan. It was quick, efficient, and didn’t put them in any more danger than necessary. Now that he wanted to kill something, he hated the plan.

Yet he still went along with it because if he didn’t, he’d likely get himself killed. Or end up getting Cas physically hurt. Both of which he would rather avoid. He didn’t even think about the repercussions for Wyll or Gale because he simply couldn't care less.

Cas and Gale had mapped out the temple and located the sleeping quarters for each of the three leaders ahead of time. Gale had called the plan cowardly, and maybe he was right, but even the walking encyclopedia couldn’t argue that it wasn’t effective. Like an assassin, Cas slipped into their rooms under the cover of darkness and slit the throats of the goblin leaders before they could wake.

Only one of the leaders, the hulking hobgoblin called Ragzlin, managed to put up a real fight. Thanks to a silencing spell courtesy of Gale, Ragzlin couldn’t call for help. But that didn’t stop the brute from flinging Cas against a wall like she was nothing more than a child’s doll when he awoke with her blade to his throat.

In that moment, Astarion saw red. He wasn’t sure how he did it, but he killed the hobgoblin himself. By the time he could safely go check on Cas, Wyll was already helping her to her feet with a healing potion in hand.

Other than that hiccup, the rest of the mission went rather smoothly. They found Halsin locked in a dungeon and they had to take out a few goblins to get to him, but that wasn’t any trouble. In the end, they were able to slip out of the encampment before sunrise with the druid in tow and without risking their necks more than absolutely necessary.

During the walk to the closest teleportation rune, Astarion was itching to talk to Cas. He wanted to pull her aside and apologize again. But he didn’t get the chance to. Instead, he stared at the back of her head as she chatted away with Halsin, absolutely engrossed in the research the archdruid had done on the tadpole. Astarion couldn’t find a good way to interrupt them without making things weird, so he didn’t.

He just watched, wishing Cas was talking to him instead.

Astarion’s whole body ached by the time they made it back to camp. His head pounded, the bottoms of his feet were sore, and his eyes burned from exhaustion. Thankfully, Halsin had split off from the group to return to the grove and they didn’t have to deal with that mess right away.

He ducked into his tent and another pang of emotion lanced through his chest. The bedding was still rumpled from the night before. The memory of her laying beneath him rushed to the forefront of his mind. The way her legs wrapped around his hips as he sank into her welcoming heat, the feel of her mouth against his as they stifled their moans of pleasure, and the way her eyes locked with his in the darkness….

He mentally shook off the memory as he spotted something different among the mess in his tent. Something new.

On top of his pillow sat a piece of paper, loosely rolled up and wrapped in a cheery yellow ribbon. Beneath the neat bow that tied the whole parcel together was a small rectangular card. He didn’t even need to look at it to know who it was from.

Astarion let the flap to his tent close behind him and sat on the end of his bedroll, staring at the gift as he unlaced his boots. Though his mind burned with curiosity, his desire to get comfortable won out. He quickly removed his light armor and changed into more casual clothes. Yet, when he was finished, he hesitated. If the gift was from who he thought it was from, would she still want him to have it? Should he give it back?

No. Even though the present had to have been left before they went to the goblin camp, before everything with the drow, it was still for him. He carefully picked up the parcel and slid the card out from beneath the ribbon.

Crisp, neat, handwriting that was all too familiar scrawled across the parchment and his heartbeat quickened as he read.

Astarion,

Thank you for being my friend and making me laugh. I drew this from memory since I wanted to surprise you, so it’s not as good as looking in a mirror, but it’s pretty close.

Love, Cas

P.S. I hope this isn’t weird. P.P.S If this isn’t weird, maybe I can show you how I draw nudes. P.P.P.S Okay, that part was weird but I don’t want to rewrite this note again.

A combination of amusement and disbelief pulled a chuckle out of him and he shook his head. Somehow, the mental image of Cas agonizing over something simple as a note so much that she rewrote it brought a flutter to his stomach. If she was there with him, he definitely would have given her some inspiration for a nude drawing just to show his appreciation.

But she wasn’t there, nor did she want to be.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Astarion untied the ribbon and let the paper fall open. Despite having not seen his own face in over a hundred years, he recognized himself in drawing immediately.

It was a portrait, but not the kind that wealthy people had adorning their homes with bored faces and stiff postures. It was a vibrant work of art.

Cas had drawn him in sunlight.

It almost looked like he was in motion. The smile he wore showed the tips of his fangs and his blood red eyes demanded attention with a piecing, wicked, gaze. The bright colors and dramatic shading weren’t completely realistic but they were beautiful. And the piece came together into something he couldn’t put into words.

Pressure built behind his eyes as he traced over every detail; the bite mark on his neck, a little scar on the corner of his mouth, the fall of his white hair and the embroidery on his clothes all rendered in a way he didn’t know was possible with mere colored pencils.

Astarion stared at the drawing as if he was afraid it would vanish into thin air if he looked away.

It was him.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he saw his own face. And it was all thanks to a woman he had so carelessly hurt.

“Why did she do this?” he muttered and dragged his palm down his face.

He glanced toward the entrance to his tent. Had Cas had already begun her meditation? Perhaps he should check and see. But the weight in his chest kept him pinned to the ground and it was probably for the best. Cas needed her space. He had to respect that.

With a heavy sigh, Astarion let his head fall onto his pillow. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the fabric. Inhaling deeply, he clutched the portrait against his chest and closed his eyes, knowing his meditation would not come easily with the mess of thoughts running through his mind.

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Astarion’s trance lasted longer than it usually did. It was most likely due to physical exhaustion, but some part of it was because he dwelled on what he was going to say to Cas.

He had made a mistake with the drow. Hells, he knew he made a mistake long before he even killed the man but seeing Cas’s reaction only solidified that unfortunate realization.

Technically, he didn’t cheat.

Cheating implied that he and Cas had some sort of official relationship, didn’t it? It wasn’t like she didn’t go off flirting with Wyll, so why was it a big deal that he just happened to go a little further? He was allowed to explore before committing to something official, wasn't he?

So much of his existence had been tainted and controlled by Cazador, he wasn’t even sure what to do with the emotions he felt weren’t anger, spite, or fear. Something as warm and gentle as the feeling Cas stirred within him felt uncomfortable. It felt fake. And he had endured enough pain in his life to know that the more comfortable he was, the more it would hurt when it was all ripped away. He didn’t want to wait for that blissful little illusion of happiness to collapse around him, so he shattered it himself.

In a way, it felt like he had escaped one master only to immediately chain himself to another.

Even as he rolled the argument over in his mind, he couldn’t convince himself of it. What he did was unfair to Cas, no matter how he tried to make himself believe otherwise.

He was the one who asked for something more with her, and she agreed to see where things would go. It wasn’t an official commitment, but it was something. And that something was going straight into a ditch never to be unearthed again if he didn’t try to fix it.

Sunlight slipped through the loosely tied entrance of his tent, slashing a stripe across the portrait still clutched to his chest. He stared at it again, inspecting every inch of the page like he was seeing it for the very first time. It was so well done, so lovingly detailed and precious. His throat felt tight as realization set in.

Cas must have been working on the portrait for some time. Before they even spent the night together, maybe even before they went to see the hag and he was attacked by the Gur. She was so busy keeping everyone alive and seeking out a cure for the tadpole, that fact that she had found time to make him such a lovely gift only meant one thing.

Cas cared about him.

Cas cared about him, and Astarion was an idiot because he cared about her too.

Jealousy and his possessive nature had gotten the best of him, and he shouldn’t have let it. If he hadn’t, Cas would probably be snuggled against his chest right now, warm and preferably naked. He wanted her to be the first thing he saw when he roused from his trance, not an empty tent.

Apart from Cazador, Astarion was his own worst enemy.

After tucking the portrait away somewhere safe where it wouldn’t get damaged, Astarion dressed and stared at the entrance to his tent. Cas was almost certainly outside working on something around camp. As much as he needed to talk to her, he hesitated. Despite his hours of meditation, he still didn’t feel ready.

To procrastinate longer, Astarion brushed his teeth and went to the river to bathe; both of which took much longer than normal. At one point he wondered if he was just putting off the conversation, or if he was just trying to make himself look the best he possibly could in hopes the effort would somehow work in his favor. Maybe it was a combination of both. He ended up waiting until his hair dried before venturing back to camp, giving him a few more minutes to find his spine.

Cas sat next to Shadowheart in front of an unlit campfire. It was midafternoon, but the sun was strong, and the two women were keeping cool by sharing a bottle of chilled white wine as Cas recalled a story about her brother.

If the wine was cold, that meant that Gale was probably awake and loitering around somewhere since he was the one with frost spells. Gale was the last person Astarion wanted to see. Not just because the know-it-all was insufferable on a good day, but because said know-it-all had been right. Astarion hadn’t been thinking of anyone but himself and his own egocentric world and ended up hurting Cas, just like Gale said. Just imagining the wizard’s smug superiority made Astarion want to punch him in the face.

Not wanting to run into Gale, Astarion gave himself exactly two more seconds of nervously fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt before he interrupted the conversation.

“I hate to intrude, but may I borrow Cas for a few minutes?” he asked, forcing a lightness to his tone that he did not feel. Anxiety gnawed at his stomach like a swarm of starving rats and he hated every second of it.

Shadowheart leaned back on one hand and swirled her wine with the other. “Only a few minutes?” she teased, giving Cas a conspiratorial smirk. “I suppose I can spare her.”

The smile from Cas’s conversation with Shadowheart lingered on her lips but faded from her eyes when she looked at him. She finished her glass of wine and set the glass down at her feet. “Sure,” she agreed with phony alacrity. “You can come with me to pick some blackberries.”

Foraging for food sounded about as appealing as stepping in horse dung, but what choice did he have? He didn’t agonize over this conversation all day for nothing.

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Shadowheart raised her glass to her lips, mischief in her eyes that said she fully expected them to be doing something else entirely.

Cas only laughed as she picked up a metal bucket from the camp’s pile of supplies. “We’ll be back in a bit.”

Shadowheart waved them off. “If you don’t come back with blackberries, I’ll be sorely disappointed.”

Judging by Cas’s tight smile, it was clear to him that she was appeasing him rather than looking forward to their little field trip. She cocked her chin toward the copse of trees bordering their campsite and started walking. Astarion swallowed down his nerves and kept pace beside her, suddenly not knowing what to say despite having the day to think about it.

Something about being around Cas made his mind go blank. It was absolutely infuriating.

For a while, they just walked together without saying a word. Nothing but the sound of songbirds overhead and leaves and twigs crackling beneath their feet accompanied the thick air between them.

Words danced on the tip of his tongue, but whenever he found himself about to say something, he bit it back at the last moment. It quickly became clear that he was the one who would have to start the conversation. Cas seemed perfectly content to walk beside him in excruciatingly awkward silence.

He glanced over at Cas’s face to try to gauge how she was feeling. It was completely impassive. In fact, she almost looked bored. His eyes traced over the thick black lashes that framed her dark eyes to the delicate slope of her nose to the smooth skin of her slender neck….

Wait.

His bite mark was gone.

A lead weight settled in his stomach as he looked over her unmarked skin. On some primal level, he felt the need to fix it. To bite her again. To claim her as his. His fangs ached with the sudden urge, but he resisted. But still, after so many days of seeing those little puncture wounds and bruised skin… the sight of her unmarred flesh felt wrong.

As if she felt the intensity of his stare, Cas swallowed and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and said, “It’s a bit humid today."

Great. Her bite mark was gone and now she was talking about the bloody weather.

Astarion made a sound somewhere between an exasperated sigh and a groan. The awkwardness between them was like a thick fog that obscured his train of thinking. The apology he had been mulling over in his head lingered on his tongue, but instead of saying those words he said, “Thank you for the drawing.”

‘Thank you’ didn’t begin to cover the depths of gratitude he felt for the gift, but it was a start. It was better than saying nothing at all.

“Oh.” The corner of her mouth twitched as something like disappointment flashed across her face before she schooled her features into a pleasant mask, wooden and empty. Instead of looking at him, she passed the bucket she was carrying from one hand to the other by the handle. “No problem. I’m glad you liked it.”

Silence fell between them once again like an inescapable shroud. Somewhere behind them, a crow cawed, mocking him and the death of the best relationship he could remember.

Without saying anything, Cas stopped beside a blackberry bramble that bordered the trail and set the bucket down. The bush was taller than her, though some of the branches were heavy with ripe berries. She plucked a few, gathering as many as she could hold in her palm before dropping them into the bucket with a metallic thump.

For some reason, Astarion hadn’t thought she had been serious about the blackberries. They had more than enough food at camp, there was no reason for her to go out and gather more. But he knew she liked to be prepared and always needed something to tend to.

At her core, Cas was a nurturer. From day one she had been working tirelessly to make sure everyone had what they needed. Food, water, shelter, supplies….

Astarion thought back to that very first night after they escaped the mindflayers. Cas had lied to him. She had given him a bedroll, claiming it was a spare that she found and he didn’t realize it was her own until the next morning. She laughed it off, saying that he looked like he needed it more than she did.

When she had learned he was a vampire, she gave him the very blood in her veins. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Simply to be sure he was taken care of and she knew he would prefer it to the animal blood he had been choking down.

And when he went missing in the goblin camp, bleeding and poisoned in a cold and dusty chamber, she was the one who went looking for him. Even when she learned what he had done, she still took care of him when another might have left him to his fate.

Astarion picked at that pesky loose thread on the sleeve of his shirt. Taking a breath, he willed himself to look at Cas.

Dappled sunlight chased shadows across her face as the full tree branches above swayed in the gentle breeze. It was fitting. Almost poetic. If she was the sunlight, then he was the shadows. And he never craved the sun’s warmth more than he did at that moment.

“Cas,” he started, his voice not much louder than a whisper. “I’m sorry about what happened with the drow. Truly.”

Cas tossed a handful of berries into the bucket but didn’t look at him. “Why are you apologizing?”

Somehow the innocuous question felt like a slap to the face. Astarion’s brow drew together in bewilderment, his conciliatory air vanishing in an instant. “What do you mean ‘why am I apologizing’? You know why.”

“No, I don’t.” She said the words so nonchalantly while she worked, she might as well be talking about the weather again.

Astarion frowned, the tender feelings he had been ruminating over were warring with his incredulity. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

He blinked at her. That wasn’t how she was supposed to respond. He didn’t expect her to forgive him immediately, but to question why he was apologizing in the first place? Did he have to spell it out for her, or was she just being petulant?

Cas continued not to look at him. She stood on her toes to reach a couple of large berries at the top of the bush, exposing a delicious sliver of skin when her shirt lifted with the movement. It was unfair how attracted to her he was.

A couple more berries landed in the bucket and Cas shifted to a new spot on the bush. Another minute passed in silence as Astarion unconsciously followed her movements, his mind a mess of incongruous thoughts.

Cas breathed out a sigh. “If you aren’t going to help pick berries, you should head back to camp.”

Astarion hesitated. If he turned around and headed back to camp, he might as well close the door on his relationship with Cas for good. No matter what, he couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t. So he found a cluster of blackberries and started picking.

“Why don’t you help me understand what happened,” Cas said after he had picked a couple handfuls of berries.

“You saw what happened,” he said stubbornly. It was one thing to give a vague apology, but another thing entirely to lay his sins out bare for her perusal. Saying anything more felt like handing Cas his heart and a knife and begging her not to stab it repeatedly. He wanted things to go back to the way they were, to go back in time and beg his past self not to let jealousy get the better of him. But the best he could do was try to repair the damage he had already done.

“I saw you got hurt.” She tossed another couple of berries into the bucket. “I saw the drow had some bite marks, only one of which was bloody, and some rumpled clothing. I saw that you were in a similar dishabille....”

Astarion focused on his hands as he worked, suddenly unable to look at her. “I let things go too far,” he said. “I should have stopped him.”

“But you didn’t want to.”

“Not at first, no,” he admitted, although that wasn't the whole truth. The whole truth was far too complicated for him to bring up with her at that moment, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to. “But after a certain point…”

After a certain point, the only person he could think about was Cas. But he didn’t dare say that, so he let the statement hang in the air for her to draw her own conclusions.

“Then why did you do it?”

Because he was jealous. But more than that, he was scared. Terrified of losing Cas. If Wyll didn’t sweep her away, then it was only a matter of time before Cazador got to her and did who knows what. He was going to lose her either way.

He didn’t get to keep things that made him happy, so why should Cas be any different? It was his pitiful attempt to soften the blow disguised by some twisted need for revenge. He didn’t want to lose her to Wyll, so he lost himself to another person just to prove he never needed her.

Oh how wrong he was.

Instead of telling her any of that, he said something incredibly stupid. “He was practically throwing himself at me. I would have been an idiot not to take the opportunity.”

From the corner of his eye, Cas squished a berry between her fingers. She flicked the ruined fruit into the dirt below and continued as if nothing happened. “You should go back to camp.”

“The opportunity to drink his blood,” he quickly amended, almost stumbling over his words in his effort to pull his foot from his mouth. But it was too late. Cas was already turning away from him.

Astarion abandoned his section of the bush and caught her by the crook of her arm. “Cas, wait.”

She roughly shrugged her arm from his grip. “If that’s all there is to it, then we’re done here.”

Cas picked up the bucket, now filled to the brim with plump blackberries, and started back down the path.

His fingernails dug into his palm from how hard he clenched his fists. Even though she didn’t say it explicitly, he knew this was his last chance. He needed to tell her the truth. It was the only card he had left to play.

But did he really want to do it? Was it worth it? Or rather, was she worth it?

Watching her retreating figure, he felt his opportunity slipping away with each step. It was now or never. He had to try something.

“This is your fault, you know,” he called after her.

Cas stopped. A few berries tumbled to the ground when she abruptly turned on her heel, stalking back towards him. She jabbed a finger at his chest, her voice surprisingly calm when she said, “You’re the one who wanted to explore a relationship with me and then you immediately went off with someone else. How is that my fault?”

“Because you make it impossible for me to think straight!” The words shot out of his mouth before his brain could even register what he had just said. Blood drained from his face as a wave of fear washed over him. Admitting that out loud felt like opening a vein, leaving him feeling raw and exposed.

Was there any chance he could use the tadpole to erase Cas’s memory? Because that would be great.

He ran his fingers through his hair, stopping at the tips to pull as if the bit of pain on his scalp would help him gather his wits. But the words were already out. There was no taking them back.

Well, he made it this far so he might as well keep going. At least then when she rejects him, it will be a nice reminder that being ‘honest’ and doing the ‘right thing’ never worked out. He was never good at those things anyway.

“I can’t remember the last time I wanted someone the way I want you and I…” He swallowed and smoothed his hair, needing something to do with his hands. “When I saw you on Wyll’s arm I did something stupid. I thought if I was with someone else, these blasted feelings would go away. But no. I couldn’t do it. I just kept thinking about you. You’re as entrenched in my head as the damned tadpole.”

His pulse pounded in his ears. It wasn’t the whole truth, and it certainly wasn’t romantic, but it was out there. Did his words come out the way he wanted them to? Not exactly. But he wasn’t about to just let Cas walk away without trying. If that meant unlocking the cage around his heart, then so be it.

The past day had proven that Cas had found her way into every fiber of his being. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Couldn’t stop wanting her.

A moment passed. And then another. He wasn’t sure if it was seconds or it was minutes, but Cas didn’t say anything. When he finally braved a glance in her direction, he wasn’t sure what he expected. A cruel smirk? Laughter? Pity? Something to make him regret everything he just said. But it was none of those things.

Cas set the bucket down and folded her arms across his chest. The look she gave him was… thoughtful. Not good, but not bad either.

An unpleasant feeling slithered through him as his mind suddenly went to Cazador. Groveling, begging for forgiveness, waiting to hear whatever torture Cazador decided on as punishment. But he mentally shook off the feeling. This was Cas, not his former master. It wasn’t the same thing. But still, the memories lingered in the back of his mind like a phantom ready to cloak his mind in darkness.

“So what do you want to do?” Cas asked, her tone gentle and curious. Not patronizing, not pitying, not mocking. Just genuine curiosity.

He ran his hand through his hair again. “I want to forget that whole incident ever happened,” he said. “I want another chance.”

Cas’s eyes turned downcast and she pursed her lips. Then, with a sigh, she picked up the bucket and said, “I’ll think about it.”

It wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear, but it was better than flat out rejection. He would have to take what he could get.

“Thank you,” he said, not knowing how else to respond. “How long do you think you’ll need?”

Cas shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’ll let you know when I figure it out. And we should get back before Shadowheart starts speculating.”

Feeling a little numb and very exposed, Astarion nodded.

He desperately wanted to come out of the conversation with a concrete answer, but all he got was a ‘maybe.’ All he could hope for is that that ‘maybe’ would eventually turn into a ‘yes.’

Maybe, one day, Cas won’t want to let him go either. Maybe she’ll want him just as much as he wanted her.

And maybe, Astarion would finally get to keep something that made him happy.

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cloudinterlude · 1 year

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ooooh I'd love to hear your thoughts about bruce & steve!!!! even if they're rambly lol i love how they're the unlikely introverts of the og6 and how they're somehow connected through the serum! i also really love their first meeting and how respectful steve is about not caring about the hulk!! (i LOVE tony but everytime someone is like "tony was the first one to be friendly to bruce" im like but what about steve!!!!)

AHHH! You have given me the gift of a lifetime. I will absolutely take this opportunity to ramble about Bruce and Steve and everything I think about them before I hit talk fatigue. Please walk with me slowly here because I'm afraid I'm not gonna make a lick of sense 😭 I almost feel like I should rewatch The Avengers and The Hulk movies before typing this...I might...LONG POST!

Ok so Bruce's whole life was consumed by the serum right? He must know every goddamn thing there is to know about Steve, physically at least. In fact, I'd go as far to say that Steve was little more than a subject, a project to him before they met (and maybe Bruce still secretly saw Steve as a something rather than a person before he took time to know him). And you can't fully blame him for seeing Steve that way cause Steve was dead when Bruce was trying to recreate the serum. All this to say that Bruce spent a lot of fucking time studying Steve Rogers and imagine his....awe and fascination when the main subject of his research was right before him. I could imagine Bruce staring at Steve, cataloging every shift he makes. The peak of his life's work - the only success story of the serum that ruined his life, finally reachable. Bruce might even feel...not bitter, but melancholy mixed with his fascination.

I actually took the time to rewatch The Incredible Hulk just now and poor Bruce omg :/ It makes what you said about Steve and Bruce's first meeting even more heartwarming. Steve immediately saying that he doesn't care about the fear surrounding Hulk and whatnot and he MEANS it.

"Word is you can find the cube."

"Is that the only word about me?"

"Only word I care about."

FIRST meeting! And yknow one thing that gets me heated is how some fans will say "Oh but Steve was scared of the Hulk when Tony was poking him yadda yadda" - Nope! Or at least not really. At this point, Steve's only interactions with Tony were being needled and mocked by him. It seemed to me (even on my first watch!) that Steve genuinely thought Tony was bothering Bruce, being mean or - God forbid - being a BULLY. And you know that's Steve's trigger word. Of course he's finna say something. Not to mention he was already irritated with the whole Tesseract mess.

I think Bruce is mostly curious about Steve('s body) at first. About the blood running through his veins. About how the key to unlocking human invulnerability lies within him. Must be a heady feeling. Kind of erotic (but not necessarily sexual if that makes sense).

I can imagine that Steve would be uncomfortable with this knowledge at first, knowing that Bruce is a product of attempted recreation. I think Steve in general is just very upset with what the serum's legacy has produced since he went in the ice and so having an outcome right in front of him, as a teammate, is something that can be hard to face. Up till then, the only "failed" subject for the serum he's encountered was the Red Skull and we all know how that turned out. Overall, I think Steve wants people to stop messing with things beyond their control especially when they're trying to weaponize it. That's why he's so pissed with the Tesseract situation in AV1. Despite this, Steve clearly doesn't hold it against Bruce. He also knows the truth about what happened in Harlem (as opposed to what the WSC said), else he wouldn't be open to working with him. Steve, if anything, would want to grow closer to him, maybe. Knowing how the whole world shuts him out at first glance because they're terrified of the Hulk would drive Steve to do the exact opposite.

Also, let's get into Bruce's morality. Anti-military, wanted to avoid all use of the Hulk if necessary - but he knows its going to be necessary at some point. And he probably dreads the day that Steve calls him up to the plate to unleash the Hulk in combat. Steve got Hulk's cooperation on day ONE. Hulk trusts Steve from the get go which is kind of insane! But Bruce knows that on any given day, Steve is going to choose the lives of citizens over Bruce's desire to never use the Hulk. He doesn't resent Steve for it (maybe a little, but not a hateful resentment) but he knows.

Just now realizing this far in that I'm talking about a version of Bruce that isn't really present in the MCU tbh. I mostly take my Bruce characterization from The Incredible Hulk and Avengers 1 and that's it 🥴. I feel like they didn't really know what to do with his character...or didn't want to fully explore his psyche properly. But that's a different topic.

Anyways, some of my all time favorite Bruce characterization comes from an ao3 author named lettered. They wrote "Let's Stop The Time Warp (Again)" and "The Hollow Men" which are both stellar if you want to read Bruce and Steve in such real ways.

Whew...re-reading this post....just as I thought, barely coherent but this won't be the only time I talk about these two - hopefully next time I'll have proper words to say! Thanks for giving me a chance to spew my Bruce/Steve thoughts out like this! ♡

#steve rogers #steve my beloved #everything special #mcu #bruce banner #post office #thank you anon

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kagejima · 2 years

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@mrskenmakozume and I were chatting about our favourite Shiratorizawa captain (post-time skip ofc) and I had some thoughts that she was happy to add to.

Wakatoshi would be clueless about relationships since, before meeting you, volleyball was the only thing on his mind. As a result, Toshi would secretly start watching (read as researching) porn and ask Tendou for tips and advice as the relationship between you and him develops. Tendou, not knowing why Toshi was asking him for links, would send his best friend some of his favourite videos, which just so happen to be hardcore BDSM (Kisa's lovely suggestion). So as Toshi has you in his bed for the first time, both of you panting, aroused and ready to have sex, he suddenly stops, saying, "wait let me go get the ropes." before, he gets off the bed and heads to his closet. Kisa then threw it back to me saying: "what if Ushi gets the rope, but you’re the one tying him up 👀 his tiddies contrasting with the rope’s bright colour".

Happy Wakatoshi Wednesday Rae! Love your two horny followers who love jock with huge cocks.

PLEEEEEASE, THIS IS SENDING MEEEE

my thoughts under the cut

Tendou doesn't understand the question that Wakatoshi is asking him as he sits across from him at the restaurant table.

"Like... are you asking me... wait, what is it exactly that you're asking me?" Tendou wants him to clarify, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms.

"I'm asking you to send me videos that you like." Wakatoshi says again, his voice unwavering.

"Okay..." Tendou says slowly, not surprised Wakatoshi barely cleared it up, "But you know that everyone's tastes are different, right? What I'm into won't necessarily be what they're into."

Wakatoshi nods once before he takes another bite of the piece of cake Tendou brought out to him minutes before.

"So wait, have you been looking up things yourself?" Tendou's eyebrows wiggle as he leans forward and rests his arms on the table, "What have you been watching, sir?"

Wakatoshi pauses briefly from eating the cake to bring up the porn site he's been looking at the most before he hands his phone over to Tendou.

Tendou's grin disappears and turns into wide eyes and a gasp as he scrolls through Wakatoshi's recent searches on the site.

"You're a little freak, Wakatoshi!" Tendou teases him, his grin returning, but Wakatoshi only takes his phone back from him.

"Alright, fine. I'll send them to you later." Tendou finally agrees, "Like I said, just keep in mind that everyone has different tastes."

Wakatoshi hovers over you on the bed, the mattress dipping considerably as he rests his hands on either side of you, holding himself up when he pulls back from kissing you.

You've always been aware since the start of your relationship with him just exactly how much larger he is than you, but in this moment, you feel so much smaller as he has you caged between his arms.

He must see the brief realization in your eyes, because he pulls back suddenly, thinking he's upset you.

"We-- We don't have to do anything..." He says apologetically, "I'm sorry if I rushed you."

Your lips tingle from his sweet kisses, you know he can feel how hard your nipples are through your shirt every time he dips down to kiss you, and you can feel how hard he is every time he rests a little bit more of his body down on top of you.

Silly, stupid man.

Your silly, stupid man.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back down to you, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before smiling against them.

"I want to, Toshi..." You murmur against his lips and he smiles too before he starts to kiss you deeply again.

With some awkwardness and giggles, your shirt comes off and so does his, but he pulls back suddenly again when he realizes it's getting more serious.

"Wait... the ropes." He says.

Sorry, the what??

You watch as he maneuvers his hulking figure off the bed, waddling over to his closet and he yanks the doors open. And you watch still in curiosity as he reaches up and pulls down a bundle of red bamboo silk rope from the top shelf.

"You're a little freak, Toshi!" You cooingly tease him, and with the way he blushes, you can tell that's not the first time it's been said to him.

"If you don't want it, it's fine." He starts babbling when you get up off the bed and walk over to him, "I just thought it would be a fun thing to do."

"Do you always tie up your lovers the first time?" You ask him with a little smile, taking the rope from his hands.

"No..." He breathes, looking at you and the incredibly nervous yet adorable energy he's giving off is sending you spiraling deeper in love with him.

"I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how to tie the knots and all that..." He confesses to you suddenly.

And he's embarrassed because all of those videos he watched, all of those talks with Tendou, it's almost like they went flying out of his brain the moment you started kissing him.

You bring his lips to yours and give him a slow, deep kiss to make him stop talking and settle his nerves.

"Do you want me to show you how then?" You ask him with a smirk when you pull away.

#what's the matter with queue #rae's wakatoshi wednesdays #man i was right when i typed up 'mom come pick me up im scared' earlier when yall were talking fhdasjfhasljfhasdkjf #ushijima smut

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the-firebird69 · 2 months

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You think they would be full size like a hulk and that's what he looks like but his legs are in proportion and he doesn't look like an animal but when he's growing he's going to look like this at this height almost exactly and it's really weird like someone sent it back and try to look like him ahead of time who the hell knows why that's weird we think it's the max and three people are not really sophisticated around here maybe the max will fall for it so they can't stand it and it sounds stupid to them now they would do that but here it is this is what he would look like almost exactly and he looks kind of rushing his hair gets really black he's black beans he likes it he likes the effect it makes him feel good it makes them feel strong and he gets muscle and hair his hair gets dark and he wants it dark not gray and it keeps us immune system going his immune system going really needs that. He says it's much better than the clown idea but it sort of gets it no this is an idea but right here he wants me to say he's about 6 ft 7 believe it or not he's pretty tall but 6 foot 7 does not look that huge around here even normally you guys are walking around like 6 ft 3 the other day the tallest a few of you and he would only look a little bigger but when you stand next to him he looks like very big but there's some wrestlers who look like this hulk Hogan for instance is almost the size when he's in performance condition and there are few others The undertaker used to be and he's not the big show when he's trimmed down looks like this guy and yeah it's bulky there's a reason for it it's because of this height he is still only a portion of his full height let's say half the size half the height and about 1/10 the size I mean he it's like a spaceship comparison he's still he's still a baby doesn't look like a baby looks like an adult if you were saying it's him but this is what he looks like as his race looks like this. He looks a lot like this one of his sons looks exactly like this so he's wondering if that's the case and if he's playing Juggernaut and sort of okay and we do know that they play around with it and he is a handsome fella he says he's a good looking person for some lucky lady. Hey is there women talk like that and she's put in there really change the word it was instead of handsome fella it was handsome felon because he's too good looking and now she's aiming to him and Hera is getting involved and says yeah that's too much this is what if I wear all that silver stuff she says that's fine. He's going to look like this and we know about it

Thor Freya

Well I know who Deadpool is and it's not me it's not been Arnold's and we don't think it's time enough Tommy f no it's one of us and we think it's been Arnold it's kind of upset about it cuz he gets really hurt and keeps making jokes and I said you're too doped up and you have to heal and stuff you can see him in the show since the waiting a little bit since I get to get out of here and he wouldn't heal up and he was a mess but this is it and this is what he will look like at 6 ft 7 in and we know these guys and they try and copy it and he doesn't get that big it says yeah he might

Mac daddy

The Juggernaut is it about 9 ft 4 in it's not quite 10 ft but on occasion that's on looks like it's someone said and he just walks up and he turns down bulk and trims. He says it too if I'm going to exert and stuff for bulk up. And it is stored energy. And he'd be wearing a jumpsuit probably not yellow or orange but what color can you wear and he'd wear a jumpsuit cuz he doesn't want to expose himself if a crying out loud the guys coffee is the whole thing and he doesn't look stupid and he's trying to say he's a warlock or something saying simple things and he's in the circus and that's what it looks like in the movie I'm sorry to hear something this is wild stuff I guess bigger and it's not like a surprise it'll trim down but at night foot four he's going to be a lot bigger than his Colossus look but he likes that look that's what eag terrains look like

Mac daddy

We don't like the term and we don't like to use it but you keep saying it but still this is why you're going to look like and people will look at you and stare and wonder why you're big and who you are and girls will go nuts they like it and it's a crazy about it and find out you're nice like he is in the movie like way too nice and they will try and date all the time and it's a madhouse and yes it's really weird and really we hear some notes don't go looking at her and stuff like forever forever and he says I'm an alien and they really are kind of nervous about it and they talk to him they find out that they're not in it for getting some weaponry and they say okay we can do that and say you can't they understand the game I just don't want it and stuff like that and starts a lot of fights a lot of a lot of husband and wife fights

Frank Castle hardcastle

And that's her dream and yes will help get money Jesus Christ

Dude look on Blockbuster Duke nukem

Olympus

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emmym1 · 8 months

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My thoughts on... Captain Marvel 2019 (#12-17) "The Last Avenger"

So I've reached the 3rd arc of this run and honestly I've been looking forward to reading this one ever since I started reading this run. Her new outfit had me really intrigued as to what would happen, and I was not ready for the answer to that question. I had no idea what to expect going into this arc so I was incredibly shocked and surprised to see it start off with Carol fighting Thor until he's dead. I was absolutely stunned to see Carol actually mean it and not hesistate for a second, all while being cold and collected. I was even more stunned when she eventually seemingly killed Thor and brought his head in front of Vox, the villain of this arc. I had so many questions as to what happened and what caused Carol to act this way. After she brought Thor's head to Vox, she went after Tony Stark. Here too i was really taken aback by how cold and collected she was. Not a single moment of hesitation but instead she's using her friendship with Tony against him, knowing he'll hesitate, knowing he won't go all out. She brings him to space and also seemingly kills him there. But then it gets revealed what actually is going on. Turns out Carol did not actually kill them but instead brought them into a pocket reality that's inside an entity known as Singularity (I did not have a living and concious pocket reality on my bingo card for this one!). There it's revealed as to why she's doing all this. Vox has her in his power by trapping her inside a suit that is able to track every movement and word that she says. She has to kill and bring all active Avengers to him within 24 hours to avoid kree refugee camps on earth to be blown up. She had no other choice but to abide as she was trapped and did not know where the bombs in the refugee camps were. After she gets her mission she decides to think of an other way. I really love how in this moment they show Carol's thinking process and how she breaks down her massive problem in smaller bits and takes it on, one step at a time, not thinking ahead but just thinking about what's in front of her. It's really cool to see how she solves problems and it further adds to her characterization and how she is as a person. Turns out that there was a highly secret project to clone all Avengers. The project seemingly got abadonned but the clone bodies were still there. Carol wanted the clones to be gone in the first place as they would pose a big threat in multiple ways. So she decides this is a good opportunity to do so. She beats the real Avengers and puts them in a pocket reality and then grabs their clone body that are also hidden in that pocket reality, and brings them to Vox. The reason she uses this pocket reality is because it's the only place where Vox can't track her. It's a pretty clever plan and she definitely had me fooled at first! As she leaves to "kill" more of the Avengers she encourages Tony and Thor to come up with a plan to get out of this mess as she currently doesn't know how.

As she goes after the other Avengers it's pretty crazy to see just how powerful she is. It really makes you think how little they would stand a chance if she actually would turn to evil. She calculates their weaknesses and exploits them so effectively it's actually crazy. However when she gets to She-Hulk things go a bit different. She-Hulk doesn't really have an exploitable weakness like the others except making her mad enough that she would mess up. Carol gets beaten up quite harshly in this fight. However She-Hulk doesn't know it's Carol as she's wearing a helmet that is covering her face. The helmet does eventually break in battle and seeing Jen's reaction to that was so heartbreaking. Upon seeing and realizing it's Carol under the helmet she hesistates and is visibly upset, the way the art visualizes this moments makes it even more gutwrenching to sit through. What's worse is that Carol has to use this moment of weakness to take her down. It's here you really see how much of a toll all of this is taking on Carol mentally, and she hasn't even had the fight she's most scared of having. The final Avenger she has to take down is Captain America, this is the fight she's been dreading the most. Because she's scared of the look in his eyes, of how they're both different and the same, how she'll have to take advantage of his innate goodness. The situation plays out quite differently than she expected. Captain America realizes it's a fight he can't win and trusts Carol that whatever she's doing now, is the right thing to do. This was a pretty crazy moment to witness and it shows how much Captain America trusts Carol. After this she meets up with everyone in the pocket reality to discuss how they're going to get out of this. Carol has realized by this point that the bombs are hidden within the kree refugees themselves, which makes the situation even harder. They do eventually come up with a plan. They realize that Vox's strength is also his weakness. They make a device that transmit a harsh sound that should be able to stun him long enough for Carol to get an opening and get the suit off her. In the meantime, the Avengers and other friends of Carol will search the refugee camps with special devices to find the bomb carrying kree's. Upon finding them they'll bring them into the pocket reality where Tony dismantles the bomb. It's important it happens all at once as Vox can detonate all bombs at once. So it's also crucial that Carol is able to distract him long enough. They carry out the plan and it works as intended. However Carol accidentally gets a sort of poison over her. It turns out Vox is partially the kree supreme intelligence and wants to make a superior kree race (if i had a penny for each time a kree tried to make a superior kree race in this run I would have 2 penny's, which isn't much, but it's weird that it happened twice). He was trying to achieve this by using the DNA of the dead avengers to create a potion that would enhance kree. That is what Carol got over her but 100x the supposed dosage. She turns into this crazy mutated monster and goes after Vox. Eventually she calls upon Mjolnir (as she had part of Thor's DNA in her) and uses it to defeat Vox and lock him up. He eventually gets locked up in the raft. What really stood out to me is at the end of this arc, Carol reflects on what just happened and the way she worded it was pretty interesting to me as it showed how she experienced these events mentally:

"I live a strange life that isn't always easy... in fact, it's rarely easy. But this one... this one pushed me as far to the edge as I've been in a long time. Forced me to feel the full depth of the human experience in an extremely concetrated dose. Hope and despair, hatred and love, revenge and sorrow. And it's left me feeling... full. More grateful than ever for what I do have. For how lucky I am. Despite it rarely being easy." I really love how her experiences characterize her and how those experiences is what still makes her human in the end. No matter how strong or unkillable she is, or how crazy her problems might be. It's what always makes her go to her human core and make her remember that part of herself. It's really cool how they bring that sort of characterization and development over through her dialogue and inner monologue. This was an absolutely crazy arc full with surprises. I loved how it really showed how brutal Carol can be and how much of a threat she would be when she would actually be evil and trying to kill the Avengers. I also liked how each confrontation with the Avengers made her reflect on their bond and how she eventually had to painfully exploit that bond, her confrontation with She-Hulk really stuck with me. It was also amazing to see her figure out how to get out of this insanely hard situation and how it once again made her grateful for who she is, what she is and what she can do. This arc also kind of has an epilogue issue where Carol hosts a gamenight with some of her friends. That issue was tons of fun because Carol has such a great dynamic with her friends, and it was great to see Hazmat and Spider-Woman (even though they shortly showed up in the actual arc). It was also fun to see Ms Marvel be there, they have a really sweet dynamic. It's always fun when Carol gets together with her friends and this issue was no different! So that's it for this arc, this was a blast to read and it surprised me in every way possible. This was really great stuff and I can't wait to see what's next for Carol and her friends. I'll end this one with another Captain Marvel quote in this arc that really stuck with me: "You never know what waits for you. No matter how much you prepare. In fact, preparing is pointless. Because what hits you will never be what you expect. Never what you hope. Never what you dream."

#comics #marvel #earth 616 #captain marvel #carol danvers

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gallant-basilisk · 3 years

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Yo, it's 'that time of the month' for me right now and I seriously hate life rn.... I could do with some headcanons of how yanderes Deku and poly yanderes Kiribaku would react to the reader not acting like some deranged she hulk but rather she's just calm and internally wishing to set the world on fire?

Honestly, same. (￣ヘ￣;)

I hope this makes you smile! (≧▽≦)

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Yandere Deku

Since he's used to you being rather.. 'emotional', he becomes concerned and anxious by your sudden silence.

He'd try to piss you off in the beginning, to see how bad the situation is. He'll definitely apologize profusely later on, regardless if you got angry or if you didn't.

Would take every chance to spoil you with whatever food you want, cuddle you however long you want, in hopes of making you talk.

If you tell him to leave you alone in a monotone voice– your mind completely focused on the what ifs of any chaos that could ensue– his concern would turn into slight irritation. He'd be stuck to you like a koala, his hands around you, your waist, on your shoulder, wherever you allow him.

Does not tolerate your silence for too long– depending on his current mood, that could mean just a few hours or a couple days– before he starts demanding you speak or at least pay more attention to him.

Would constantly say things like: "What are you thinking about?" "Do you want something?" "Talk to me!" "Do you even love me?" And whine.

Wouldn't let you leave his side– although that's true regardless of reason or time– and keeps you under surveillance until you talk to him.

When you do finally talk to him and tell him about what you were thinking, though you specially said you were thinking about such things as a joke and you were simply having a bad day, he chuckles and proceeds to come up with a bunch of plans to burn the world. Sometimes taking the 'set on fire part' too literally.

If you appease him and actually ask questions about these plans, he'll get incredibly excited and constantly praise you while answering.

He'll make you promise not to do this again, or he might do something.. He didn't say exactly what, but you had a pretty good guess.

Yandere KiriBaku

Kirishima immediately notices the change in your attitude and tries to playfully convince you to talk to him.

Bakugou's beyond pissed, because you're ignoring him and refusing to talk to him.

While Kirishima cuddles you and timidly nuzzles his face into your neck, he softly murmurs questions like:"Do you want to talk about it, Pebble?" or "Please, don't be upset.."

Bakugou, on the other hand, would just hoist you up and push you against the wall, glaring at you until you'd talk. Which you don't. So he just calls you names and warns that you'd be better off telling him sooner, rather than later.

Kirishima, despite being completely able and ready to hurt or even kill someone for you, he'd rather try to guilt-trip you into talking to him, but only after a certain amount of time had passed or if he becomes too concerned about your mental state. Who knows what could be going on inside your head, after all..?

Bakugou would either carry you on his shoulder or literally drag you everywhere, refusing to put you down unless you talked or at the least, lashed out at him. You didn't, and that honestly made him incredibly anxious.

They both came to the conclusion that they needed to do something about this sudden situation– after Kirishima literally had to pull the words 'I'm worried about them' out of him–, so they decide to confront you for real this time.

It doesn't go very well, since your dazed hums and nods only manage to make them both really frustrated and anxious.

Bakugou often loses his cool and it's not really surprising for him to hit you– not like actually hit you, it's more of a slap that'll always sting for a few minutes–, in which cases, Kirishima usually interferes and literally drags him away from you. Usually.

The remaining cases, you end up having a heated argument with the blond and even return the hit. The endings of this differ.

And now, he did hit you and Kirishima was more focused on getting you to talk, than to stop him. But instead of you lashing out– as they hoped you would do– you simply held your cheek in your hand, a tired expression on your face. You sighed and left the two dumbfounded boy.

"Oi, dumbass! Fucking talk ALREADY!!" Bakugou would shout repeatedly and bang on your door. "Bakubro, not now!" Kirishima would whine and try to mediate between you two. Definitely not an easy thing to do, when you refuse to talk and the blond only screams profanities.

You either lock yourself into your room 'til the next day, Kirishima convincing Bakugou to leave you alone or they refuse to back down and decide to keep tabs on you, which basically meant being sandwiched between the two in the name of cuddling until you gave in.

When you finally speak and tell them you simply just felt bad today, Kirishima apologises and even makes Bakugou apologize for their behaviour.

Kirishima would bring this up whenever he wanted to make you feel guilty later on and it usually works. It made you feel really bad, whenever you were reminded of how you treated them without any actual reason.

Bakugou wouldn't really mention it in the future, but when he does, he usually calls you an idiot, moron, or any other synonym. He does secretly make sure to pay more attention to you, not wanting you to keep secrets from him.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #yandere #midoriya x reader #midoriyaizuku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #kiribaku x reader #headcanon #bnha hcs #mha hcs

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cranetreegang · 2 years

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Spoilers for Sage Route Chapter 6

Alright... I've been playing Sage's Route and lemme tell ya, I need to rant a lil.

Warnings: Cursing, Blood and Spoilers for Sage's Route below

So, here I am, vibing with my cat-wolf boyfriend by the lake side, all romantic and shit, when he just chunks basically the equivalent to a Epic Rarity Weapon with a 1% drop rate from the hardest dungeon in the game into the fucking lake.

Sage:

Me as I watch him yeet the sacred relic into the lake on our romantic date:

THEN DEER BOI McGEE shows up and LITERALLY STABS SAID RELIC INTO MY CAT-WOLF BOYFRIEND'S CHEST and kills the mood. (see above image of my reaction when sword is through my boyfriend's chest)

So, I've been chasing Sage across the entire continent after he runs away to brood. Like, he can't escape me I'm a persistence predator, I just speed walk after him until he's finally my boyfriend and wants to talk to me.

And you mean to tell me, the speed walk champ, that I don't walk TWO FEET OVER TO MY CAT-WOLF BOYFRIEND TO SEE IF HE'S ALRIGHT??? There's a literal sword through his chest and I am UNPHASED.

Granted, I would've walked over and been like, "Are you okay?"

Me after watching my Cat-Wolf Boyfriend get stabbed several times and I rush over to ask if he's alright:

I am straight up Stone Cold Steve Austin™ cause I don't even FLINCH or even cry out "OH NO! MY BOYFRIEND! HE'S BROKEN!" fucking nothing dudes. not even a "SAGE!!!!" or a "RIME!!! I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!" nothing. I think I'm more upset I got blood on my shoes than the fact Sage got stabbed.

What I wanted to say after Rime stabbed my boyfriend:

THEN!!! Rime is like "😊 im here for the artifact in yo chest gurrrrl 😊" and im like "come and get it coward 😜✌"

But then Rime doesn't try to come and get it???

he takes us through a rando portal, stabs my boyfriend, AGAIN, then I throw a pebble at him because NO ONE HAS TAUGHT ME HOW TO FIGHT OR DO MAGIC????

Live recreation of me helping save my mortally wounded boyfriend:

Then Rime just leaves after saying I'm making Sage worse by not letting him Hulk out and rip people's throats out. like bruh what. will anyone explain what the fuck corruption is or does?? no?? k cool whateves I guess.

AND AFTERWARDS, you would think, I, a person who just witnessed someone I care about get stabbed several times, would be like "oh bby are you okay? you got stabby wabby 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺"

OR EVEN after he's all healed up, "oh dang, the corruption healed you and that's not good. we should do something to help deal with your corruption!"

FUCK NO WE DON'T DO ANY OF THAT WE'RE Stone Cold Steve Austin™ AND WE'RE ONLY HERE TO SCRATCH SAGE'S EARS AND TELL HIM TO STOP DRINKING

We instead SPEED WALK after him to some s e c l u d e d p o o l s™

and I don't even go like "i almost lost you today." or whatever sappy bullshit. nah. don't fucking care. just toss his clothes in the water and say "'ight catch ya later in my room pspspsps ;) if you know what i mean."

whatever. It's cool.

I mean, it's not like the corruption is gonna turn him into a monster and he'll ask me to kill him to which I'll throw a few pebbles at him as he rips my heart out. No biggie! :D

So, let's recap:

Sage, my cat-wolf boyfriend, tosses his super weapon into the lake because... he can???? then Rime shows up and stabs Sage. Rime teleports us away to stab Sage again. I throw a pebble and Rime leaves after saying I'm turning Sage into a monster. then sage does what he do best and runs away. then i, the speed walk champ, chase after him to throw his clothes in a pool.

Sage as soon as he senses me wanting to talk to him:

END OF RANT

also, if i gotta chase down this man one more freaking time, im putting a restraining order on myself cause i feel like a creep running after him all the time.

my messages are open for anyone who would like to rant/discuss sage route because i actually do love this cat-wolf boy

#sage lesath #bruh if i have to chase down this man one more time #90% of our relationship is me chasing him down and forcing him to talk to me #shitposting #meme #last legacy

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igzsatelier · 3 years

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A Goofball & A Gooball

• It took some time for Eddie and Venom to get use to each other's habits, there were complaints here and there, but they eventually made it work. It was like a finished puzzle! Except some pieces that're connected were ripped off and destroyed to make it look like it was meant to be there, even though it clearly wasn't because it's obviously wrong.

• Anyway

• Catching bad guys, eating bad guys, call them out to the news for their ugly acts was a routine. Get some juicy info about the bad guy, and then follow them into their lair before Venom eats all their brains. Then looting some money from them before reporting it to the police.

• Everyone knows about this mysterious beastly figure that always lurks in the shadows. It has a huge terrifying grin with lots of fangs and pale white eyes. Its skin as black as the night and has a long tongue and is extremely dangerous, proceed with caution! A demon, a beast, a monster! One that eats drug dealers and thieves, but it never mentioned killing innocent people. Venom was quite infamous.

• You almost refused to believe it. If it wasn't for the blurred beheaded bodies they showed on the news and on the newspaper, you had to swallow that truth down to your uneasy stomach. As long as you're not one of those who works for dirty money, you'll be fine.

• You either met Eddie first or you met Venom first. If you met Eddie first, the sight of him talking to somebody who wasn't there would probably weird you out. And when asked he would bluff his way out of there, or fail miserably and ends up embarrassing himself. If you met Venom first, you would definitely be creeped out by this tall hulking mass of dark monstrousity. Venom's aware of the effect he has on the others so he's not too bothered by it. He might mess with you a bit though, he thinks it's hilarious.

• Or maybe you met them in other circumstances. Did you saved and helped them, especially Venom? He'll be surprised and amused, but grateful nonetheless. Same goes to Eddie, and he might take you out to eat with him as thanks. Are you a hero? A vigilante? Okay cool, but Venom will get annoyed at you scolding him about eating people alive. They'll be dumbfounded yet excited to know if you were a mutant, that means you won't freak out once you knew about his bond with the symbiote.

• If you met Eddie first, he's very careful when it comes to friendships. He doesn't want you to run away because he's a monster after all. If you met Venom first, and didn't report him and calmed down after that, it'll make things a lot more easier for Eddie. If you're completely fine with it, then they would like to be friends with you, no worries.

• He doesn't have many friends, which was good because he doesn't want to explain why his earpiece looks oily and fluid. He's friends with Dan and Annie, but he didn't tell them that Venom lived. Apparently that backfired when they both heard the news about Venom and got angry at him, much to Eddie's embarrassment. So you knowing about Venom, he would appear occasionally whenever you hang out with Eddie, and Eddie would sometimes tell you what's he talking about his symbiote.

• They would crash by your place if they're too injured to go further anymore. You didn't mind and let them stay in your home for the night. Sometimes would invite you to his apartment, whatever it is, you could be helping with his reports. Sometimes Eddie would invite you to his apartment, whatever it is, you could be helping him with his reports or workout with him or just hang out with him and tell each other your days.

• His realisation when it comes to liking you more than just a friend would be a lot slower if Venom wasn't involved. He's like that schoolgirl who always admire her crush from far away with a dopey smile + a little devil encouraging her infatuation. Since he's bonded to an alien, he'll be hesitant. He's worried that you'll think of him differently because of Venom.

• For Venom, if you genuinely like him and his host, and care about them, he will have great interest in you. He's eager to reciprocate that likeness... by making you his. Venom's a pretty simple symbiote, if he likes you-- he likes you. Venom will tell Eddie how he thinks of you, and sometimes bug him to go see you again. If Eddie denies, then he'll take over his body and visit you anyway.

• Eddie's smile and laughter would be a lot happier, and Venom will come out more.Venom will encourage Eddie to touch you more so Venom could wrap his slimy tendrils around you, your body covered with some of his scent. Venom will have his turn to hang out with you, which means you'll be seeing his full body instead of just his floating head.

• Eddie will be suggestive from time to time, but it mostly comes off as him bluffing and being playful. On the other hand, Venom will flat out tell you that he wants you and being a cheeky shit. It doesn't help Eddie when Venom started to tell him his fantasies of you, making the reporter guilty and nervous the next time he meets you.

• They will stalk you, in a good way! They wanted to make sure you're not in trouble and that you return home safely. You may be bothered by it, and told them to quit it. They did, but only if you let them be there beside you!

• Venom will lick you. He wants to know how sweet and delicious you taste. He won't bite your head off so you don't have to worry, but you should probably wipe the drool off your face. Whether you like it or not, he will lick you. He'll trail the tip of his tongue close to your lips and nip at your shoulder teasingly, tell you he wants you but won't kiss you. Venom doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or scared of him, says the alien who keeps licking at you almost everytime he meets you.

• Venom's so very touchy that you can sense it from a mile away. Touch your hair, nuzzle his face into your shoulder, pulling you into a bear hug and he's not ashamed of it. He takes every chances to be as close to you as possible, and if you don't like it, he'll stay away. The least he could do was coil a tendril around your wrist.

• Eddie and Venom would be upset if you're not interested in them, but they're persistent. They'll keep trying to convince you that you want them too, with careful words and hesitant touches, before realising that it's no point when you didn't show any interest in them at all. It would take time before it's back to being platonic buddies again, without any tongue action.

• Venom's sensitive with senses. Which means he'll be able to tell when you're sad, when you're mad, and when you're... excited. Once he figures out that it was because of him that you're excited, boundaries are out of the question! He still has some manners, so he won't go too far. But will use it against you to coax out how you really feel about him and Eddie.

• They'll be very happy if you like them too, and they won't hesitate to kiss you, with your permission of course. Eddie's kiss would be sweet and caring. Venom's kiss would be just him tasting you as much as he can before you needed air to breathe. Now that they know you like them, prepare for a lot canoodling!

#myposts #mywritings #ao3 #venom movie #venom #eddie brock #venom x reader #venom headcanons #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock headcanons #ive done more writing than drawing lol #wtf #im planning to make a separate one for venom #so keep an eye on that

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msgrumpygills · 2 years

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"They completely robbed all the context to fit their narrative, it's very false."

I mean yeah...they stretched the turth to put more sympathy on Misha, as stans do, but uh...doesn't change the fact that Jared's escalation was assholeish. Someone parks too close to my car, my automatic response isn't to slash their tires. New tires aren't cheap. A tow truck shows up to tow my car off, I mean yeah I'm pissed, but I talk to them and let them do their job and I certainly wouldn't go so far as to threaten to destroy both the tow truck and a coworker/"friend's" car. And the " I can pay for it" thing. Then you can pay the tow fee. It's like 200 bucks to get a car out of impound (in the US at least). If you can pay to destroy two vehicles that aren't yours and replace/ fix them you can pay a towing and impound fee. I think that's the part (other than the violent retaliation) that speaks the loudest. Your wife promotes Take Only What You Need while wearing her $2000 outfits and you brag about being able to afford destroying two vehicles. To an average person, the towing fee and impound fee would be a severe financial upset and you can pay for TWO vehicle destruction/repairs. How relateable. It's people like this I worry about when/if the economy goes down the toilet. They won't know how to function without their financial security. God forbid they have to get their clothes at a Goodwill or their groceries at a Piggly Wiggly or wherever. I bet they'd be mortified to even set foot in a food locker. Or live in a house that either has just enough rooms for each person or one room too few. Imagine how much "me time" Gen would need if she couldn't afford her full time staff and had to childrear and housekeep while working 40 hours a week like the rest of society. Or worse, was forced to be a SAHM because she couldn't even afford child care for when she is working. Jared would have to fly economy on a cheap airline😱. It's exactly this type of attitude and behaviour that made me stop caring about the Pads. They are so unbelievably out of touch with reality. Jared isn't a saint. He's a rich celebrity that does rich celebrity bs and gets away with it because he is a rich celebrity who can pay his way out of actual consequences.

I'm sorry, but no matter which way you spin that story, Jared still comes out looking like an ass.

They definitely left out Misha’s participation in everything, but even with his participation, it doesn’t make Jared look better.

I also don’t want to slash someone’s tires if someone parks too closely. I’ve complained or swore under my breath, but slashing someone’s tires? That’s a bit much there, Hulk.

The thing about it too is that Jared caught his car being towed BEFORE IT WAS TOWED. Yes, if the prank had gone through and they had taken his car, he’d need to pay the fees, but he caught it before the car left. So he wouldn’t have had to pay anything.

It definitely says a lot about him as a person that he actually considered destroying two cars, possibly compromising the tow driver’s job, all for a PRANK because “he could afford it”. I used to think that he needed to be rescued from Gen, but they’re perfect for each other.

I think you’re right, if they were ever in the circumstance where they needed to face real problems and couldn’t use money to get out of them, they’d probably both lose their minds. I’d love to see them switch places with a “regular” family and see just how out of touch they are.

Jensen and Misha are also rich, but you don’t see them flaunting it around and you don’t see them acting like they’re so busy and relatable because they need “me time” and are dealing with the “holiday craziness”. I mean Danneel actually came out and admitted that they had a nanny and so she wasn’t acting like she was doing it all like super mom Gen.

The Pads are ridiculous. They’re turning into the Kardashians of the SPN world.

#grumpy answers #anti jared padalecki #anti genevieve

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lover-of-skellies · 4 years

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A Papyrus that can only exist in the darkness, as a shadow. All you can see of him would be his hulking figure and two piercing white eyes staring at you from the corner of your room

You check the time and realize how late it's gotten, and though you'd rather not, you decide to get ready for bed and call it a night. All is well until you have to turn your bedroom light off and walk through the pitch black to your bed. Better keep your eyes forward, because if they wander... well, we wouldn't want that

This shadowy skeleton likes to watch humans sleep, genuinely enjoying how adorable and vulnerable they are. He doesn't like being seen though, and if you happen to spot him, even for just a brief moment, he gets upset. He lashes out, and the next morning when a parent or sibling comes to check on you, you're not in your bed. The sheets are wrinkled, and clearly you'd been lying there, but there's no trace of you. Your jacket was still hanging up, your shoes still sat on the floor by your bed, and your phone was still plugged in, setting on the shelf beside your bed, charging

No one knows what happens to those who get taken. Some assume they're being held somewhere, possibly as prisoners, others believe they're killed and eaten, and those remaining continue about their lives, trying their very best to move forward and think about it as little as possible

For those who are foolish enough to try investigating or finding out the truth, they're quickly erased as well. Completely wiped from existence. If you set up a night vision camera in your room, you might catch a glimpse of the truly massive skeletal creature, approaching your bedside and reaching out to run his fingers along whatever skin is exposed

Do not view the footage you recorded. Do not share it on any social media. Do not edit it in any way or try to find a loophole. Do not tell anyone that you've recorded anything

He'll know if he's been seen, and the only way to temporarily gain his forgiveness is to leave a box of dry spaghetti noodles out where he'll find them. He likes to eat them. Sometimes he'll devour the box as well

Do not make the mistake of recording him again, and do not attempt to catch a glimpse of him yourself. Under no circumstances should you communicate with him (aside from using noodles to ask for forgiveness), either. That gets him interested in you, and once you've gained his interest, he'll never leave. He'll follow close behind you, no matter where you go or how many times you move

#rambles #undertale #undertale au #undertale papyrus #papyrus undertale #the great papyrus #papyrus the skeleton #This is legit what i think about at night #and it's terrifying #no joke #my anxiety hates it #shadow!papyrus

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foximator-blog · 4 years

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I said I had redesigns of robot masters, and boy do I have them. First I'll show off the MM1/powered up bois.

Cut Man

Innocent and childlike, Cut man is the third robot designed by Thomas Light. He is a timber cutting robot, built with extremely sharp scissors that effortlessly cut through trees. Cut man is actually very gentle and loves telling jokes... when not cutting down trees, he is often planting new saplings, gardening, practicing Kirigami, or taking care of his pet bonsai tree, "Woody". Wily was very interested in Cut man's jumping ability, and the mad doctor wasted no time stealing and brain washing the poor boi. Because he is mentally the youngest, the others can be fairly protective of him, and he loves hanging out with his older siblings Rock and Roll. His Element is life, due to his efficiency in forested areas and his love of plant care. His weakness is Super arm, since rock beats scissors... and he happens to be the lightest.

Guts Man

Guts man is mentally the oldest of the first group, and is like the wise older brother. Being a heavy duty construction robot, he has a good work ethic and a very strict schedule. He's also very adamant about workplace safety, and disapproves of horseplay on the job. Wily was absolutely marveled by Guts Man's god-like strength, and even after kidnapping the hulking robot once, he's continued to create machines in Guts Man's likeness, and even weaponized a replica of Guts Man built for display in the robot museum. The doctor's obsession makes Guts Man himself very uncomfortable. When Guts Man is not working, he loves to relax by singing karaoke, or sharing a drink with his good buddy Stone Man, who had become a stone mason after leaving Wily's army. Guts man is a powerful Earth elemental, though moving the Earth becomes tricky when time is slowed, making the Time Attack his weakness. Not only is time slowed, but laser clock hands pierce through his armor.

Ice Man

Built for arctic exploration and cold storage work, Ice man is an expert on all things cold. This young minded individual is very confident in his abilities and loves his job. Wily was fascinated by his Ice breath, this Light had installed to keep things cool in cold storage, so after Ice man was kidnapped and brain washed, Wily weaponized it into the Ice Slasher, a blade of frozen mist that freezes it's target solid on contact. Ice Man loves ice sculpting and exploring wintery wonderlands, but he dislikes summer and anything related to heat. Naturally this makes him a rival to Heat man. Ice Man's armor does have better heat and cold resistance than most robots, but it certainly isn't blast proof, leading to a weakness to Hyper bomb. His Element is Water.

Bomb Man

Bomb Man is a demolition expert who loves to party and have fun. His natural affinity for partying and playing around does sometimes earn dirty looks from Guts Man, but Bomb always gets the job done in record time, he's not completely careless. Being a bomb robot, it's no surprise Wily would want to kidnap him. He loves loud music and fireworks, and is always down for a game of bowling. He's a cool dude to be around, so long as you don't diss his Mohawk. He takes pride in his Mohawk and absolutely hates haircuts. Speaking of which, his bombs are quite easy to diffuse, which is why his weakness is the Rolling cutter. His Element is Tech.

Fire Man

A robot made for waste incineration. It's not a glamorous job, but he doesn't mind. Fire man is a really cool brother who's very passionate about living his life and bringing smiles to people's faces. Even Ice man, who usually hates the heat, can't help but smile whenever Fire man is around. Though Wily could care less about all that and he only wanted Fire man to cause destruction with his flames, which can reach alarming temperatures. Fire man loves the summer time and helping others, but if Wily attacks he will not hesitate to burn those who threaten the innocent to a crisp. His weakness is the Ice Slasher, which makes sense as it could freeze his head vent shut and cause slight malfunctions. His Element is quite obvious.

Elec Man

Stylish and a bit self centered from time to time, Elec man was built to manage the electrical output of a nuclear power plant, and his quick movement speeds serve him well in this profession. He may be admiring his reflection or playing his guitar one minute, but as soon as he's needed, he's quick to action. Wily took great interest in his speed, and was quick to steal him. Elec man loves the immense Light element energy he's able to harness, and as such he has a disdain for rubber, wood, or anything else that can insulate an electric charge, including Oil slider, his weakness.

Oil Man

This slick talking wise cracking robot was built for managing all things oil related, including the cleaning of oil spills and the upkeep of an oil rig. He's a bit of a joker who loves puns, and he loves the art of comedy, to the point he gets upset if he slips up on a really good joke. Wily loves to cause pollution, and also loves stealing resources for himself, so he kidnapped and brain washed Oil man for both of these tasks. Oil man loves keeping things clean, but he can't understand why Bubble man still hates him. Fire storm is an obvious weakness, though his element is Undead... in reference to oil being a fossil fuel and a pollutant.

Time Man

Time man is an experimental robot aiding in the study of Time travel, and because of this he often feels depressed or snappy due to his inferiority complex. Wily was so intrigued by a robot who could manipulate the flow of Time, so he most certainly kidnapped and brain washed Time man. Whenever Time man is extremely stressed, he finds comfort in his collection of clocks and wind up toys... Though Flash man has also become a good friend of his. His ability to manipulate time with purple energy lands him as a Magic type, and his weakness to Thunder beam stems from his complex circuitry shutting down from the immense voltage.

Bonus: Nega Man (Mega Man?)

Doctor Wily's first robot master ever created, made solely to fight Mega man and steal his identity, though the crude design and purple scarf are dead giveaways. Nega lacks the ability to turn his buster arm into a hand, and has to have weapons preinstalled due to a lack of copy ability, which at this point is strictly one of Xavier's inventions. Nega Man wants very badly to be the real Mega man, to the point it's an unhealthy obsession.

#megaman #au #cutman #gutsman #iceman #fireman #elecman #oilman #bombman #timeman #electric heart

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