did i go overboard on this one


Anyone up for some Turtle Soup (Stew)?

This past summer, I was lucky enough to go on my own little voyage through the Caribbean. Though it was much less adventurous than Jamie x Claire’s seems to be – definitely no middle of the night trips overboard to go deep sea diving for me, thank you very much – I did get to collect a few Outlander souvenirs along the way! Who knwe Turtle Soup/Stew was so popular?! But enough of that. Let’s get to the real soup we’re here for… Anyone up for some 🐢🍲?

“No, Sassenach, ye dinna frighten me. Or rather ye do, but only when I think ye may kill yourself from carelessness.”

I snorted briefly.

“You scare me for the same reason, but I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do about it.”

His chuckle was deep and easy. 

“And ye think I canna do anything about it, either so I shouldna be worrit?”

“I didn’t say you shouldn’t worry – do you think I don’t worry? But no, you probably can’t do anything about me.”

I saw him opening his mouth to disagree. Then he changed his mind, and laughed again. He reached out and popped an orange segment into my mouth.

“Well, maybe no, Sassenach, and maybe so. But I’ve lived a long enough time now to think it maybe doesna matter so much – so long as I can love you.”

Speechless with orange juice, I stared at him in surprise.

“And I do,” he said softly. He leaned into the berth and kissed me, his mouth warm and sweet. Then he drew back, and gently touched my cheek.

“Rest now,” he said firmly. “I’ll bring ye some broth in a bit.”


I slept for several hours, and woke up still feverish, but hungry. Jamie brought me some of Murphy’s broth – a rich green concoction, swimming, in butter and reeking with sherry – and insisted, despite my protests, on feeding it to me with a spoon.

“I have a perfectly good hand,” I said crossly.

“Aye, and I’ve seen ye use it, too,” he replied, deftly gagging me with the spoon. “If ye’re clumsy with a spoon as wi’ that needle, you’ll have this all spilt down your bosom and wasted, and Murphy will brain me wi’ the ladle. Here, open up.”

I did, my resentment gradually melting into a sort of warm and glowing stupor as I ate. I hadn’t taken anything for the pain in my arm, but as my empty stomach expanded in grateful relief, I more or less quit noticing it.

“Will ye have another bowl?” Jamie asked, as I swallowed the last spoonful. “Ye’ll need your strength kept up.” Not waiting for an answer, he uncovered the small tureen Murphy had sent, and refilled the bowl. […]

“What kind of soup is this?” The last spoonful had left a delightful, lingering taste on my tongue; the next revived the full flavor.

“Turtle; Stern took a big hawksbill last night. He sent word he’s saving ye the shell to make combs of, for your hair.” […]

Fergus is on his honeymoon,” I protested. “You shouldn’t make him do it. Is this really turtle soup? I never had it before. It’s marvelous.”

Jamie was unmoved by contemplation of Fergus’s tender state.

“Aye, well, he’ll be wed a long time,” he said callously. “Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?”

“Absence,” I said dodging the spoon for a moment. “And fonder. If anything’s growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn’t be his heart.”

“That’s very bawdy talk for a respectable marrit woman,” Jamie said reprovingly, sticking the spoon in my mouth. “And inconsiderate, forbye.”

I swallowed. “Inconsiderate?”

“I’m a wee bit firm myself at the moment,” he replied evenly, dipping and spooning. “What wi’ you sitting there wi’ your hair loose and your nipples starin’ me in the eye, the size of cherries.”

I glanced down involuntarily, and the next spoon bumped my nose. Jamie clicked his tongue, and picking up a cloth, briskly blotted my bosom with it. It was quite true that my shift was made of thin cotton, and even when dry, reasonably easy to see through.

“It’s not as though you haven’t seen them before,” I said, amused.

He laid down the cloth and raise his brows.

“I have drunk water every day since I was weaned,” he pointed out. “It doesna mean I canna be thirsty, still.” He picked up the spoon. “You’‘ll have a wee bit more?”

“No, thanks,” I said, dodging the oncoming spoon. “I want to hear more about this firmness of yours.”

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Dialogue Prompts

Originally posted by pray-for-the-sun

Dialogue Prompts

1.   “I’m sorry. It’s just everytime you open your mouth, you seem to get even more annoying. Does it take effort to do that?”

2.   “Where did you learn to fight like that?” “Have you ever been to a concert before?”

3.   “Remember that time when I asked for your option?” “No” “ Yeah neither do I”

4.   “Wereyou born this stupid, or were you just dropped on your head one to many times as a child?”

5.   “Please tell me he isn’t doing his victory dance behind me”

6.   “We’re Americans, we have a tendency of going overboard and starting a revolution”

7.   “Can’t we just hug this out?”

8.   “Do you love me?” “Depends on how much food you brought me”

9.   “If your laptop and I were trapped in a housefire and you only had enough time to save one, who would you save?……..Are you seriously having to think about this!?”

10.   “No one likes your jokes” “What are you talking about, the old lady at the store said I was funny!”

11.   “It’s a good plan!…..Okay it’s half of an okay plan…..So it’s actually like a hopeful idea”

12.   “Shouldn’t you be at work?” “Shouldn’t you be out telling little kids that Santa Clause isn’t real”

13.   “Why can’t the world just chill for one second”

14.   “Let’s say, hypthetically of course, that I needed help hiding a body-” “Hold up let me get a shovel”

15.   “Is he always this rude?” “Only when he watches Gossip Girls”

16.   “How can you look so attrative while crying?”

17.   “Wow we are screwed” “Really, what could possibly make you say that?”

18.   “Please don’t leave me. I love you”

19.   “I trusted you”

20.   “You’re just going to turn your back on everyone, again” “It was a defensive habit, I didn’t mean to.”

21.   “I almost died!” “Death by a hamster, I would pay to see that”

22.   “Newt Scamander, wouldn’t treat me like this!” “Well Newt is a fictional character” “How dare you!”

23.   “Did you even sleep last night?” “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”

24.   “Pretty sure none of this was suppose to happen”

25.   “Don’t you dare die on me….We’re suppose to grow old together”

26.   “You are my sunshine….my only sunshine…I never told you….How much I love you.”

27.   “I’m not strong or brave, but I will fight for you”

28.   “This can’t be real”

29.   “How did you two become friends?” “I punched him in the face and he gave me a highfive” 

30.   “This is not what I envisioned when you said: wanna play a game.”

                   I’ll be here waiting for requests

Originally posted by drunkbroadway

(please send your requests through the inbox)

ladykazoo  asked:

I'd love to see baby Sans and Papyrus in your style, if you're interested in this request. I imagine they'd be very cute! :) Thanks for your consideration!

*tosses a heap of baby bones art in the general direction of tumblr and runs away*

@ladykazoo, you have allowed me to fulfill one of my dreams. I love art of baby bones Sans and Papyrus and when I saw your ask I got VERY excited. …aaaand proceeded to go a little bit overboard, but I was having so much fun that I didn’t want to stop.

Special mention to @stuffedart, because their baby bones art is my very favorite of all baby bones art, and I took some inspiration from their work when I did this.

@ladykazoo, thank you VERY much for this request!✨

The Tower - Chapter 19

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 19

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve /thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen /

Word Count: 1903

Warnings:   Dark Humor, Smut (MFF, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, edging, voyeurism)

Synopsis:   Elly struggles to come to terms with normal. But Bucky and Nat lend a shoulder.

Author’s Note: Written with my Tumblr bestie, and the only reason why I’m still writing, @emilyevanston

Chapter 19 - The Assassins

The ‘I love yous’ slowly started to trickle in after Wanda’s declaration. After saying it to her I felt I needed to tell the others considering I felt it for them too.  I still knew that for a lot of them I may never hear those particular words in that particular order.  That didn’t matter to me.  It just mattered to me that they knew.

Sam said it back almost automatically.  Like he’d been waiting to say it but was a little bit scared to go first.  He didn’t like to make a big deal of it though, and if I went overboard at all he’d tell me to stop getting mushy.

Natasha was the next one to return it.  It took a little longer and when she did say it, she made a big deal about it.  It wasn’t just an ‘I love you too’.  She pulled me aside and told me how much I meant to her.  How she had trouble expressing herself.  How happy she was that I’d put myself out there to make this work.  Then she had told me she loved me.  We kissed and she left the room as quickly as she could.  I didn’t see her again until the next day.

Clint wouldn’t say the words out loud.  I did find though if I signed them to him, he’d sign them back.  He wouldn’t do it if Natasha was looking.  It was like it was a secret just between the two of us.

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“Which kinds of traits? … Why, the same kinds I would admire in any creature, of course.”

(( @thejojosanctuary ; contract, complete ✨ ))

anonymous asked:

Aomg Gray and Jay fic where ur grays girl and u always catching him staring at other girls tiddies making u yourself feel insecure cause small ones right here and Jay just out here to show u small tiddies r important and cute too with a side of jealous gray too praising, daddy kink, spanking some dirty talk just fuck me up

Thank you to @silhouetted-beauty for helping me brainstorm this out<3 that’s my sis ya’ll check her out. 


The music blared through the speakers as you danced around in the little spot that you had in the audience close to the front of the stage. You were in the pit area, looking up as your boyfriend Gray performed the last few numbers to his set. You had come out to support your man loving all of AOMG but your baby was looking damn fine in his white skinny jeans and half button black shirt. You saw him wink to you and give you as much fan service as he could before he had to play along with the rest of the crowd. You had dressed up in shorts and a custom-made shirt with his name on it. No one knew about you but you didn’t care because he and you knew what was up that’s all that mattered. When the concert was over, you lined up with the rest of your section waiting for the photo op to happen with the idols. You had been nervous to have some type of skinship with Gray so that you could lie like it was just a photo and post it on your IG but you knew what that really was. You were bouncing in your spot, the excitement written all over your face as the line inched closer, but slowly that excitement was beginning to be replaced by sadness. Your eyes watched as Gray scoped out many of his fans from head to chest, making it obvious where his mind was.

“Do you see how he checked her out? I hope he looks at me the same!” You heard some fans giggle behind you and you felt your body become flush with anger. You felt stupid, and betrayed. He asked you to keep the relationship a secret for what?! So that he could freely check out other girls? Well then, be that way. You looked down at your chest, your eyes dampening a bit as you saw almost nothing there, you willed yourself not to cry as the line pushed out and it was your turn up with a few other girls. You put on your best fake smile and walked on stage, everyone expected you to go towards Gray because AOMG knew you were his girl and the fans saw your shirt, instead you past him up going straight for Jay. Your arms wrapped around Jay’s waist holding him close to yourself you rested your head on his shoulder. Though he was shocked he wrapped one arm around your waist smiling down at you.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked softly stroking your waist with his fingertips.

“Not really but it’s stupid.” You sighed softly knowing Jay would want to pull from you what you were feeling.

“Nothing you say or do is stupid Y/N. What’s wrong?” Jay asked but you didn’t answer, looking at the people get ready to take another picture. Unconsciously, your eyes roamed down to your breast before you looked around at the other women and their curves.

“Oh.. I see.” Jay hummed moving his hand up to cup your small breast and you slapped his hand.

“JAY!” You squealed, he chuckled hugging you closer. He looked down at you kissing your forehead.

“Did Gray check out other girls again?” He asked remembering your countless arguments when the male did wrong.

“No, it’s just that. I don’t go around looking at how big guys dick are in front of him so I feel that he should at least respect me. I know we are all fans but I’m his girlfriend who had to keep hush and he keeps just. Not appreciating me.” You shrugged sighing. “Maybe we should break up? Maybe he doesn’t want this life with me and that’s fine that’s-“

“Y/N. Calm down. No one needs to break up okay? You’re taking this a bit overboard. Let’s just show him how it feels? I don’t care about breast big or small they are nice to feel in my hands, nice to suck on and play with always. I believe that Gray does feel that way, but I do want to have some fun with you, not every day I get to touch you.” Jay grinned as the cameraman called your attention.

The next few minutes passed by slowly as if time stood still. Jay was giving you all the attention that you had wanted from Gray. His hands were all over you gripping you and pulling you close as he posed for a few photos between you and him. When you were done, you were going to leave but Jay had other plans. “I want to keep her here in all the photos since she got shoved around a lot, but other beautiful woman can come and stand on my other side.”

“I bet you have a nice pussy too. I think that’s why he’s always leaving work early so that he can smash am I right?” Jay teased grabbing at your ass causing you to slap his arm and gasp, the playful remarks meaning to fluster you and make you smile as he tried to lighten you up.

Gray frowned watching the both of you. You should have been in his arms on his side because he wanted to take photos with you and be able to finally be able to post them on both of your IG’s. He thought it would be a way for him to finally confess to you in front of the whole word and all his followers. But seeing Jay all over you touching your ass and on your hips, touching on your breast and cupping your cheeks. You were a giggling mess! Responding to his touch and pressing your hand on his chest. It burned Gray up to the max to see his girl all over one of his closest friends and boss. Instead of letting himself get too mad about it he tried to ignore it until the whole things was over. As soon as you were all done, Gray walked up to you grabbing you by your hand pulling you behind him. You tried to jerk away from him frowning at how he was acting but Gray did not stop until he was pushing you against the wall, his chest to your back shutting the door behind him.

“What do you think you’re doing? All on Jay like that you are my girl.” Gray growled and you shook your head.

“No I’m not! You walk around all day staring at other girl’s and checking out their bodies but you don’t look at me like that! And you don’t find me attractive so why don’t you just break up with me?” You shouted looking up at him. Gray was taken aback but he didn’t let that phase him for a moment. He gripped at your shirts pulling them down his hands started to slap at your ass causing you to gasp and curse. “Why are you hitting me!”

“Because you’re foolish!” Gray shouted out digging his nails into your skin. He rubbed your reddening cheeks starting to slap your ass again. “I love you! I was going to take pictures with you today so that I could post and tell my followers about us! Your breast are fine! I love them and I adore them. Why would I even be with you if I didn’t fucking love every single thing about you?” Gray growled as he continued to slap at your ass pushing himself against you. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. You have worked up my interests so now we will practice self-love and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you because I couldn’t help but notice how fucking good you look and daydream about this pussy all day.” Gray kneaded your ass cheeks spreading him apart as he watched you. You whimpered slightly, you felt embarrassed by all of it and his words made your heart feel happy.

“Say that you love your breast.” Gray commanded gripping at your hips rolling against you.

“I- I love my breast.” You muttered softly, your hands pressing against the wall. Your pushed your hips back wanting to feel more of the slaps as he made you chant out that you loved your body until your ass cheeks were blistering red and becoming numb.

“Whose girl are you?” He asked softly slapping your ass watching as your legs bucked.

“I’m yours.” You bit your bottom lip trying not to cry and ruin your makeup.

“Good girl.” Gray said softly, unzipping his pants he rubbed his dick against your red ass cheeks, only pushing your panties to the side a little bit for your entrance he slammed into you. You gasped out, arching your back as he pulled you away from the wall some more kicking your legs a bit wider with his feet he started to slam into you slowly, filling you up to the brim as he pounded away into your insides.

“Fuck this little tight pretty pink pussy always wraps around my dick. You should know how much I love being deep inside of you.” Gray husked out his hands moving up your body up your chest until he was pulling your bra down to grab onto your small breast rolling his fingers against your nipples pulling on them as he continued to snap his hips forward brushing against your spot. Having to fuck you quickly because he didn’t want you to both get caught and he had to take off his concert attire. He let his dick brush deep inside of your silk walls, stretching you out and making sure to leave no spot untouched. Your head rolled back as you moaned his name your sensitive breast throbbing for him to give even more attention and he kept his hands there his balls slapping against your wet pussy as he groaned and moaned for you.

“I’m close Gray.” You whimpered slightly shutting your eyes, he nodded his head biting his lip.

“Cum for me baby girl, I want to feel your walls all tight around sucking me in. I want to feel your cum.” He moaned bending down to kiss up your back licking on your neck sucking on a spot besides your ear. In a few more thrusts you were cumming and tightening up around his member, letting him continue to pound you deeply until he was spilling his cum inside of you painting your insides white. You took deep breaths as he held onto you before a knock on the door made you both jump.

“Uhm Gray.. You might want to get your official statement for the press ready.. Your mic is still on. But as always so glad you two made up!” Jay said as he walked away from the room leaving both you and Gray embarrassed and coming down from a post orgasm together.

A Certain Elegance (II)

Or in which the team sees the security footage of Lance torturing Joras. 

If you haven’t read the first one and felt like the torture scene was cut off or simply just not enough, here’s the cctv along with the team’s reactions to  A Certain Elegance 

*** I am extremely sorry for taking this long to post this! I had trouble with the structure and flow of this story that I had to scrap the whole thing and rewrite it over and over- it sucked!! (And it still is in my opinion). But I’d rather post it now than not post at all, right? So I guess I’m apologizing for two things: 1) That this took so long to write, and 2) That the structuring and flow might be a little iffy..***

Caution: This turned out longer- waaaaay longer- than what I planned!

Enjoy :))

To say that Shiro was concerned was an understatement. Being the Black paladin does that to you. He had to juggle being a leader and being a friend to the other paladins, balance between being stern like a General, and being considerate like a friend. He thought he’s been doing a good job so far, ordering the others around with a firm tone and patting their backs for a good job; until now. 

The other paladins- Keith, Hunk, and Pidge- were already in their lions waiting for the wormhole from the Castle of Lions, all except the Blue Paladin. Shiro tried to play no favorites when it comes to his teammates, giving them equal attention if need be, but Lance was beginning to occupy most of his thoughts. 

“Yo, my dudes. Aww you guys so sweet, waiting for me.” Lance’s face projected in his lion’s screen. 

“About time.” Katie’s face popped up on his screen. 

“I was outnumbered Pidge, get off my case…” Shiro let them drone on into a harmless squabble of words against words, but one thing stole his attention. 

Shiro may have been used to the sly and seemingly innocent act Lance pulls during diplomatic missions, but the splatter of blood on his helmet was a surprise. ‘Maybe it’s alien blood. He did say he was surrounded.’ He thought, wishing the cold tendrils of suspicion let him go. 

The tendrils of suspicion didn’t let him go. Instead, it gripped him tight and held on for dear life. 

 "If you’re such an amazing paladin, what did you get out of that Galra ship, Keith?“ 

"Well, me and Hunk, managed to hack into their servers.” Keith held out a small thumb drive, “You are looking at the ship’s security footage from the year it was used until we sacked the place." 

"Ha, don’t make me laugh.” Lance opened a zipper in his flight suit and fished out a data pad, “Behold! The data pad containing all information about the ship’s plans, course, slaves, meal plans and all of the above! Beat that, Keith." 

Keith scoffed, "For all we know, that data pad’s full of malware and alien porn." 

"It’s from one of the Generals who supervised Shiro in the pits, mullet head…" 


There was blood splattered everywhere on Lance’s white and blue armor, from his helmet, his breastplate down his knee guards. There were also dark spots on his black flight suit that Shiro assumed it was alien blood not Lance’s. He met the princess’ eyes and they both had the same suspicion. 

What the hell did Lance do this time? 

'Shit,’ Lance thought, 'of all the things they could find, they’d have to find security tapes.' 

 After the debriefing in the Bridge, Lance made his way to the showers. Lance walked in strides, letting his long legs do their work. He undressed in a way where he’s taking off armor and flightsuit in an efficient way yet not looking like he’s in a hurry, like he’s not a bundle of nerves. 

The blood on his hands was still warm as well as the memory of blade gliding across skin, leaving a trail of vibrant red. Lance shivered despite the warm spray of water against his body. The thrill of letting loose a part of him that he badly kept a secret was a complete euphoric feeling. It was like the flood gates were finally open, setting free the torrent that was the Salazar in him. And for it to be contained yet again because of a thumb drive the size of- well - his thumb, Lance scoffed at the cruel joke that was his life.

He scrubbed at his chest, reliving the sensation of warm blood and tears on his fingers. 


He lifted his hand to his face. Lance watched the beautiful crimson of Joras’ blood wash away from his fingers like it was never there. He frowned with the thought of the others finding out that part of his life. 

Lance was and never will be ashamed of who he is. He planned on telling the team about his upbringing and his family, but now was not the time. They are fighting an intergalactic war, the fate of the entire universe are on their hands, they don’t need any distractions right now. That means no surprise attacks in the form of him being a mafioso was needed. And also, Lance was wary on how the team would take it. Will they look at him differently? Would they treat him at an arm’s length?

A feeling of warm comfort hummed in the back of his mind, gently waving through his body.


Blue sent him feelings of acceptance and assurance, telling him that the team will understand, that they will not think badly of him. Lance smiled at the comfort that his sentient lion was sending him. But he was still reluctant about the cctv footage. There has to be a way where the team doesn’t find out he’s a Salazar and still hold on to the high of being one.

A mischievous spark of an idea jolted Lance out of his thoughts.

“Of Course!” Lance exclaimed and hurriedly looked for anyone who might have heard him.      

When he was sure no one was listening, Lance started formulating his plan. But little did he know, he was smiling that Salazar smile once again.

“Knock, knock. Pidgey, open up!“

Pidge looked up from her laptop and sighed. She knew that voice, heard it over and over again until she can pick it out in a crowd.


She groaned when the knocking hasn’t stopped. What she would give for some peace and quiet-

“Pidge, you know I come from a big family, I can do this all day!”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming, geez!“

PIdge trudged to her door and placed her hand on the pad on the wall. The door opened to a Lance wearing that stupidly soft robe with an equally stupid green goo on his face. 

“What do you want?“

“Well hello to you too, Katie.“

PIdge gave Lance a pointed look.

“I’m just here to give you the data pad I retrieved from the Galra ship, no need for your sass, Pidgey.”

PIdge took the data pad from Lance. “Is that all? If you haven’t noticed, I have a shit ton of video feed to go through.”

“Oh I noticed alright!“ Lance unceremoniously waltzed his way inside her room. With Pidge’s dwarf like height, she doesn’t exactly have the ability or the energy to stop him. 

“I mean look at this room!“ He gestured at the scattered clothes and the multitude of wires all tangled up that occupied most of the floor and the bed. “There’s more junk covering the floor than, you know, actual floor. And look at you!” Lance pointed at Pidge and leaned closer to take a sniff, “You reek, Pidge. Have you eaten anything since we arrived? Please tell me you at least ate something before you planned on binge watching years worth of security footage.“

Pidge was touched, really she was, especially when Lance was acting more like a mother to her than the space brother she dubbed him as. But Lance acting like a mother hen sometimes can get a little overboard. Like that one time he lectured Pidge about brushing her teeth before going to bed, he texted her every hour reminding her to brush her teeth.

“Will you leave if I say I did?“

“That depends,“ Lance crossed his arms on his chest, “are you telling the truth?“

Pidge was about to say yes but her stomach whaled a guttural cry like the traitor it is. She opened her mouth to argue but closed it again because Lance was smirking at her.

“Nice try, Pidge.“ Lance made his way towards her drawer and pulled out clothes and a tower, “Take a shower, the one I taught you with the scrubbing and the conditioning, understand? After that, you will eat. We just raided a Galra ship and took all of their rations, Hunk went wild with his cooking. I promise the food tastes divine.“

Pidge was tempted to do just that, hell, she could almost feel the warm water on her skin. Then her gaze slid on her bed and saw her laptop. Right, she has a job to do. 

“Lance, I have videos upon videos to watch. I don’t have time for a thirty minute shower-“

“Nuh-uh.“ Lance placed a finger on her lips, stopping her from reasoning out. Pidge tried to chew that finger but Lance pulled his hand back and ruffled her hair, “I know when you can do stuff and when you can’t. In your current condition, you can’t. In a matter of hours, you’ll find yourself sleeping then chugging mugs of coffee. I know you, Pidge.“

“No, you don’t under-“

“Katie/‘Pidge’ Holt/‘Gunderson,’ if you don’t take care of yourself I will. I’m one step away from dragging you to the bathroom and giving you a bath myself.“ Lance ruffled her hair a bit more before smiling softly at her, “Go. I’ll watch the videos for you. Go!“ Lance gave her a little push towards her door.

Pidge plopped down on her bed, her hair still a bit damp after her thirty minute shower Lance routine. She felt light as a feather. She picked up her laptop and placed it on her lap. The notepad program was open. She clicked on it and saw a typed message from lance: 

‘Hey Pidgey, I ran your Galra translation program on the videos and it seems that it didn’t place the videos in the right order. Some are in the right order though, but some are definitely misplaced. I sifted through the earlier videos and marked them whenever something interesting happened. Remember if you need some help, don’t hesitate to ask for it, ok? 

xoxo Lance.

P.S. I left you snacks under your bed, be sure to eat them when your vision starts to blur :)’

Pidge scanned the file names of the videos Lance listed below his message. There weren’t a lot, which she expected. It was a courier ship, the most exciting thing that must have happened was when they were carrying prisoners, which- based on Lance’s notes- happened only twice so far. Pidge clicked on the file containing all of the security footage and confirmed that it was truly out of order, she expected that too. Her Galra translator still had a few kinks she needs to fix but at least she has something.

Pidge cracked her knuckles and adjusted her glasses. 

“Let’s do this,” then she clicked on the next video.

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Taking Chances [part 10] *final*

[part 1]  [part 2]  [part 3]  [part 4]  [part 5]  [part 6]  [part 7]  [part 8]  [part 9]

Warning: none 🧀

Wordcount: 2944

*A/N: It’s been way too long! I’m sorry! This is the definitely the last part of the series. I was so torn, I didn’t quite know how to end it, too many options! I hope you like it!

Thank you @jaxonah for being my rock! thank you for going over ideas with me a million times. Your love and support means the world to me. This last part is entirely dedicated to you bby!!! ilysm  💕💕💕


It had been two and a half months since the night Jungkook turned up at her apartment. Sometimes it felt nothing had changed; yet everything was different.

She looked at him, standing in the middle of her living room; his body was ridden with shakes, tears were running down his cheeks. She missed her friend. She missed how he made her feel happy when things were going terribly wrong in her life. She missed just hanging out with him, watching movies in comfortable silence. Tears had filled her eyes too, as she stood up, walked over to him and reached for his hand. It was cold; not from being outside at night but from fear. Fear that she would reject him again and send him away. She had never heard the amount of desperation in his voice before while he begged for her forgiveness. Her hand gently rested on his cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. His skin was soft against hers, but that didn’t stop the tears escaping his eyes rapidly. The hand that was still holding his, tightened its grip. Her mind went back to the evening in the restaurant when Jimin had told her not to touch him and for a split second she wanted to pull away and to not hurt him even more than she already had, but she couldn’t. She needed to comfort him. Jungkook needed to know that she wasn’t going to punish him for coming here and asking for her to rethink her decision. His bottom lip was still trembling, his dark eyes were glossy with tears; if it weren’t for the bags under his eyes he’d look much younger, but she knew that what she had said to him broke his heart into a million pieces. There was no denying that they both had been through hell and back the past month. Slowly she pulled her hand away from his face. “Come.” She whispered; it was almost inaudible and walked with him to her bedroom, not letting go of his hand. They lied down on her bed, facing each other. There was no hidden agenda, she just wanted to make him feel safe and give him the comfort that he was so desperately looking for, so she wrapped her arms around him. He did the same, clinging onto her like his life depended on it. Incessant whispers of “I’m sorry” left his mouth over and over again, while she rubbed circles on his back, trying to calm him down. They stayed in that position for what felt like forever, until they were both fast asleep, still holding each other.

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Birthday Boy || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: I’m in love with your writing, completely and utterly 😍 no rush for this needed but somehow the reader works out when Jughead’s birthday is, despite him trying to hide it, so the reader throws a little surprise for just the two of them and that’s when he realises she’s the ‘one’??? What do you think?

A/N: Fluff ahead! :D

Gif by @veronicallodges


“Juggie!” Archie called. “Happy birthd—”

Jughead quickly rushed over to the ginger, cupping his hand over his mouth.

“Shh!” Jughead said as he looked around the hallway.

Confident that you weren’t anywhere nearby, he let out a relieved sigh and removed his hand from Archie’s mouth.

“Sorry. Just wanted to make sure Y/N didn’t hear you. Thanks, by the way.” Jughead said looking down, putting his hands in his pockets.

Archie looked at his friend with a confused expression.

“What, do you not want your girlfriend to know when your birthday is or something?” Archie joked.

Jughead frowned and looked down again.

“Never mind.” he said and began to walk off, hoping Archie wouldn’t follow him.

Of course he was wrong.

Archie’s eyes widened.

“Whoa, wait, Jug,” he said, catching up to the raven-haired teen, grabbing his arm.

Jughead stopped.

“Why do you not want Y/N to know today’s your birthday?” he asked.

The beanie-clad teen sighed.

“She… likes to go all-out with events, okay? She’s kind of over the top. Not that I’m complaining!” he quickly added. “It’s just that… her family’s kind of tight on money right now and I don’t want her to feel like she has to throw me this big birthday bash or anything.”

Archie nodded.

“I understand,” he said. “But she’s gonna find out at one time or another, Jug. Want me to “accidentally” let it slip to her?”

Jughead snorted.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll see if I can push it off until next year.” he said and with that, he was off to class.

Archie sighed.

“Why do I have to do everything myself?” he muttered as he walked off to find you.

Later that night, Jughead was lying on the couch at Archie’s watching TV. After careful deliberation, he had finally decided to live at Archie’s for the time being after deciding he could still visit his dad after school and on the weekends to check up on him. Plus, the janitor’s closet was starting to smell.

A knock at the door did nothing to turn Jughead’s attention away from his show.

“It’s open!” he called, not really paying attention to who it could be.

He heard footsteps make their way into the living room, but Jughead didn’t look up. All of a sudden, a box of cherry pie (his favorite) was placed gently on his lap. A card, labeled “Juggie,” was taped on top of it. Then, arms were wrapped gently around his chest and he felt someone kiss his cheek. He quickly turned to see who it was and was greeted by you smiling softly.

“Happy birthday, Jughead.” you said quietly.

His eyes widened.

“Y/N. How-how did you—”

“Archie told me.” you said, cutting him off.

Goddamn it, Archie.

Jughead groaned.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, pushing his hair back.

You let go of him and he stood up, facing you, the couch the only thing separating the two of you.

“It’s just that… Well… You told me that—”

“We’re tight on money and I tend to go overboard with celebrations,” you giggled. “Archie told me.”

Goddamn it, Archie!

Jughead sighed and you made your way over to him, holding one of his hands in yours.

“Don’t worry about me, okay? And besides… It’s your birthday. If you don’t want me to go overboard, then I won’t. It’s your day after all. That’s why I just got you some pie, a card, and…” you held up the DVDs that were in your other hand. “The Godfather trilogy. What do you say?”

Jughead smiled.

“That’s more than enough. Thank you, Y/N. That sounds great.” he said.

You beamed.

“Okay, good. Now sit down while I get this thing up and running.” you said before turning away, making your way over to the DVD player.

Jughead obliged, sitting down.

How could he get so lucky? What did he deserve to have someone like you? You were so kind, so beautiful, and so funny.

Jughead chuckled quietly to himself.

God, I want to marry—

He froze.

Did he really just think that?

Jughead never thought he would ever get married. Especially after what happened to his parents. Jughead avoided the topic of marriage despite it never coming up between the two of you. It made him uncomfortable and brought up memories of his parents fighting and his mom and Jellybean leaving.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at you again. You were telling him about what your day had been like so far and your beautiful E/C eyes lit up as you recalled all the details, placing the DVD in the player. You laughed that laugh Jughead loved so much as you told him about that crazy old man who confronted you about the pie in your hands as you walked to the house.

Jughead leaned back into the couch.

Maybe getting married wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially if the person he was marrying was you.

“…head? Jughead!” you called, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm, what?” he asked, looking up at you.

You rose your eyebrows at him.

“You alright? You looked out of it for a second.” you said as you made your way to the couch, sitting next to him.

Jughead nodded as he put his arm around you. You snuggled into his side and he kissed the crown of your head.

“I’ll tell you later.” he murmured, smiling.

You smiled but stayed quiet.

The movie began to play but during the opening credits, Jughead briefly looked down at your ring finger on your left hand, wondering what your ring size was. He smiled again before turning his attention back to the movie, pulling you closer to him.

All in good time.


A/N: Ah yes, so much fluff!!! Let me know what you thought!!


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Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so… this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3


You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.

You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.

The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.

Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

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Harry’s in awe.

He doesn’t have the slightest idea on what time it is even if his alarm clock is on the bedside table, but from what’s happening mere inches away from him, he couldn’t care less.

He was careful to grab his phone as he put it into silent mode, the lockscreen of you greeting him as he quickly switched over to take a picture of what he thinks is now one of his favorite memories from the thought with it.

“Can yeh now let me buy you one of those nursing pillows?”

Harry gently said as your head looked towards him, only noticing that he went awake too, a little smile adorning over your lips as you were fighting your eyes not to close.


He chuckled, moving on the bed as he kisses you on the lips and sat beside you, looking down on his son who’s being breastfeeded at the moment, his finger coming to brush over his little knee with a smile.

“C’mon, I promise. Just one, won’t go overboard like I did with the clothes, love.”

“It’s a pillow. And we already have a pillow.”

Harry laughed, rubbing his eyes as he knows you’re as stubborn as him but he let you win this time just because he didn’t want to add stress to you.

The both of you paused as the room was engulfed by comfortable silence, his eyes following everything you did from the way you’re eyes closed a lot longer to how you put him up and wiped some of the milk that was dripping down his chin, cradling him near your chest.

“Yeh need rest. Could watch over him if you want.”

Harry offered as he looks to it as it isn’t, insisting for you to let him take over just so you could catch up on all the restless days and sleepless nights that went by, a tired smile being given to him.


He saw again the smile that’s now embedded in his mind, now something he looks forward to every time he sees you as he nods and confirms it as he stretched his arms out.

“Anything for you.”

You slightly chuckled as he said the line you know he was going to, being so used to hearing it that you weren’t surprised you’ve heard it.

True to Harry’s word, he did mean it as long as he’d see your smile that undeniably still makes his heart flutter, not stopping at anything as he’s a man of many things but he surely swears by to be yours.

He now cradles his baby close to his chest, looking down on him as he knows that as time passes by, the more he looked like him.

He was happy of course from all the comments that pertained to how his son looks like a carbon copy of him and admittedly, he did have some angles and features that resembled yours.

Harry was happier when he saw his son’s smile that he teared up about when he knows it looks exactly like yours, the crinkle in your eyes and the dimples you had.

But this, this is what Harry likes.

He calls him raw moments even with the awareness that he isn’t the first to call memories just like that but he couldn’t care less, now that he knows another one was added to his mind and soon to be written on his journal he dedicated to you.

Harry’s proud and admittedly excited every time he introduces and calls you as his wife. It was something that brought shivers down his spine and a blush on his cheeks he’s sure that would last.

Once he finally puts his son to deep sleep and set him down his crib and kiss his neck gently upon his mother’s instructions, he went back.

And once he finally laid beside your already sleeping figure, your head turned over to him as he knows he has some time to spare.

He smiled, his two fingers pressed to your chest as he looked at it, feeling you heartbeats if he just focused on it and the hum of the aircon be lessened, contented as he felt it in his chest.

Harry had a thought back on his mind as he chuckled and shook his head upon remembering it, lowly speaking the words just for the sake of it.

“M’still gonna buy you that nursing pillow.”


Caramel Kissed- A Submitted Imagine

​A/N: This is an absolute gem that someone had submitted to me earlier today. I hope you all loved it as much as I did!! Thank you so much, anon. It was awesome! 

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Remus was once again at his favorite candy store and as soon as him and his parents walked in, the boy went straight to the chocolate aisle. it was the week before Hogwarts and he wanted to stock on his favorite muggle chocolates as well as get some new ones to try. His eyes scanned the bars and he got some of his well known ones, quickly glancing through some he hadn’t seen yet. Some names caught his attention and he selected a few more, being careful not to go overboard otherwise his mother would never allow him to continue with this habit. 

Honestly Lupin was lucky his mom even let him keep such a vast collection of sweets, but who can say no to a boy who studied so hard and asked for nothing else in return? Thank Merlin she never got to know about the trouble he got in with the marauders otherwise he was sure he would never be allowed even a little candy ever again in his life. 

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Liberty Pt.9

Originally posted by tonystrk

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe / Pirate Era

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Alexander Pierce, Blackbeard

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: None, really? Just a kiss or two.

Word Count: 1439

A/N: This chapter is quite short, I’m going to try and make chapters about 1-2k words each from now on, instead of over 4k, that way there will be way more chapters!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

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Bucky chuckled at your sleeping state, fairly pleased with himself. He had managed to calm you down, make you sleepy again and distracted you so you wouldn’t have any nightmares about the previous night.

“Mmm, ahluhyou Buck.”

It was midnight, the sky was dark, but the wind was warm. The ship was illuminated with dozens of glowing lanterns, billowing sails, and tired, sluggish crew members.

There Edward Teach stood at the wheel, alongside Peter and Zemo. Peter stood awkwardly beside the tall, strange man. He knew he was betrothed to you, or should he think you betrothed to him, and it made his skin crawl; this man was known for manipulation and having a fucking obsession with rocks, rocks. And he didn’t want you to become hurt.

Sir,” Peter coughed, “Where are we departing for first? Do you have an inkling of where Y/N might be?” He picked at his nails, awaiting his captain’s reply.

I believe there shall be a large arrival of pirates in Singapore very, very soon. I can sense it.

S-Singapore? Why would anyone want to go there?

Many pirates lay low there, there’s a very specific place, a cove, I’ve heard,” Zemo added, his eyes stuck on the compass in his hands.

Zemo is correct, there are very few who know where this cove is. We don’t even know if my daughter is there, or who she’s with. She could be dead, dumped at the bottom of the ocean…” Peter grimaced at Blackbeard’s words, a horrible image of you stranded on a cold, wet beach somewhere unknown, your body probably purple or black or blue from drowning, choking on the salt water that covered most of the world you belonged to.

He shook the thought from his head as he watched Zemo depart for his bed, debating on whether or not he should do the same. The captain, on the other hand

We will find my daughter, Mr. Parker.

As you watched the man twist and turn in haste around his ship, you admired the way he worked, quick, but graceful. His agility and bossiness, as you liked to call it, made him seem like the alpha of a pack, and it made you feel submissive, well, sort of.

You had heard Bucky order to leave as soon as possible, both ships were leaving the Spanish coast and the swift winds had pushed against the sails. With two rocks placed on top of the map, you had a compass in your hand and good intentions of where you were headed. Bucky had told you that you were all on route to Singapore, somewhere that was notorious for pirates, famous ones at that.

Bucky had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach like he was being watched. It couldn’t be the sea, for he had sailed the sea for the entirety of his life. It felt as if he was being watched, eyes everywhere, staring him down and boring into his soul. He shook it off momentarily before going to relieve his bladder over the side of the ship.

The intimate activities of last night played in his head and he smiled to himself before buttoning up his trousers and turning to find you, wherever you were. His ship was large, you could be anywhere. Hopefully, you were on the top deck, or somewhere where the sun kissed your skin and the wind whispered around your hair.

Bucky found you at the quarterdeck, a compass in hand and eyes trained on the horizon.

You blushed as you witnessed Bucky climb up the stairs to where you were perched, you averted your eyes to the horizon before you, the images of the previous night playing at the back of your head.

Good morning Captain,” You chirped, an innocent smile on your face. “Lovely weather we’re having today, the sea isn’t too rough and the wind is only a small breeze.

Good morning to you too, my wonderful sea artist. The weather is, indeed, rather lovely. Did you… sleep well?” The telltale smirk on his plump lips was a sign he was intentionally jarring you.

Oh, very well, Captain-

Oh cut it out Y'all, we all know you been doin’ the dirty all night, we heard the moans and everything!” Sam intervened, a snort following by Wanda as she floated down from the crow’s nest.

We- We did no such thing!” You gasped, your face flushed beet red as you fumbled with the compass in your hands.

I’m just playin’ y’all.” You let out a sigh of relief, your boots becoming rather interesting.

You watched as Wanda turned to Bucky, you had noticed she was seeming quite anxious, and you were worried for her, what was wrong?

Uhh, Captain, may I speak with you for a moment?” Wanda asked, then her gaze shifted to you, then to Sam, “Alone?” Wanda asked Bucky whilst biting her nails, her voice just above a whisper. Bucky’s brow furrowed, and his eyes skirted around the quarterdeck before he replied with a small ‘of course’

You noticed the uncertainty in their eyes and you knew something was askew.

So you waited.

Did you feel that? Just now? Like-Like eyes, or being watched…?

You felt it too? How- I mean, yes, I-I did but- no one was in my cabin-” Bucky fretted, the crease between his brow prominent. “The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, as if someone was like, like right behind me.

Same… I was up in the crow’s nest, and I felt the wind pick up, only slightly, I felt exposed, vulnerable, Bucky I never feel like that-” Wanda murmured, rubbing her forehead, “I’ve built up a wall after all these years and it just got taken down by a small gust of wind. How is this even possible… I think… I think it’s…

Black magic.” They both whispered, eyes locking, the air was thick and suddenly the ship lashed sideways, sending goblets and paper and chairs flying. Wanda yelped as she stumbled and fell alongside Bucky. As they attempted to stand, the large grandfather clock started to fall forward towards them both.

With a scream, Wanda brought her hands in front of her, wispy red tendrils shooting from the tips of her fingers and wrapping themselves around the large oak clock, holding it in place as she maneuvered around it with Bucky. She shifted it back into place, along with some other things.

As they dusted themselves off, Bucky spoke up

Shit… Blackbeard, he… he sees everything, doesn’t he?” Bucky mumbled as the ship balanced itself again.

When the ship lurched sideways, you did not shift an inch, your feet were planted to the floor and your body was oddly frozen. Most of the crew had toppled over, you could swear one fell overboard. You could feel the compass fall from your hands, you had no idea where it had gone, but you were damn sure it had fallen through a crack.

What… in the fresh hell… was that?!” Huffed Sam, nursing a large graze on the crown of his head.

I don’t know, Sam, I’ll go and check on Bucky and Wanda.” You skirted down the stairway and into the Captain’s cabin, there you found them both. “Are you two alright? What was that?

Bucky glanced at Wanda, then back to you, “We must have hit a reef.

No way in hell that was a reef, James-

Y/N, you’re not harmed? How…” Wanda whispered, her pale features painted with awe and confusion. Bucky briskly walked over to you and felt the shock that coursed through your veins, with gentle hands he soothed over your shoulders as he kissed your temple.

I’ve heard things about your father, Y/N… Black magic, satanism, all things of evil-

No, no time for negativity, we can get to that later. We’re going to go out onto that deck and enjoy the sun, the sea and everything good that comes with it. But…” you paused for a moment, looking at the ceiling, “something happened out there, when the ship jerked, I was rooted to the spot, I was frozen.” You raised a hand to Bucky’s cheek, caressing the growing beard that adorned his sharp jaw.

Like you said, we’ll talk about it all later, okay? Let’s get our asses to Singapore.” Bucky placed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting it linger. As he pulled back, he was besotted with the vibrant colour of your eyes, and he spoke again, “And… to reply to what you confessed last night… I love you too, Y/N.


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“Shurorororo, bow down to the smartest and the most beautiful being in the ocean~”

((*cough* What? There’s a event where you can turn ur muses into mermaids and fishmen… Of course I had to go overboard in not just the design but the coloring as well……. anyway this is and older design I did before only with added clothing…cause he wanted to be a mermaid princess I guess…))


girls like her were born in a storm
they have lightning in their souls
thunder in their hearts
and CHAOS in their bones.

                                                                                    ind. priv.
                              ginevra weasley
                                                                        penned by gabbie


“Aaand that’s how we met Mr. Jonathan. I’m still a little surprised he came back to thank us, t'be honest, much less decided to stick ‘round an’ help us out…”
JONA: “Well, you did try your best! And it was about time for me to find a less dangerous line of work anyway. So it all works out in the end, eh? ✿”

(( @sailorspencer , contract, complete~ and thank you for the kind words! ))


This is for @flange5, who needed a pickmeup. I meant to have it posted last week, sorry I’m behind. :( 

She asked for some H/C and thanks to @arukou-arukou for the prompt. 

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Steve woke from a nightmare filled with mud, and the taste of wet metal, and snow whipping against his cheeks like miniature blades. For several seconds, he couldn’t move. His chest was paralyzed, his joints were frozen, and he was chilled straight down to his bones. He stared up at his ceiling, eyes wide and teeth chattering loudly in the silence, and he couldn’t breathe.

Above him, the heater kicked on with a loud fwoom and a blast of heat poured over him. He choked on the sudden influx of air, eyes watering in the heat, and then his muscles finally unlocked. He rolled out from under the press of the hot air onto his right side and managed to suck in a breath. The force of the air diminished to a gentle stream, warming up his room and chasing the chill out of his skin. Steve tugged his knees up and shivered while the room went from pleasantly warm to stiflingly hot. He dropped back onto his back and pushed the blankets away, groaning. The sheets were soaked in sweat and he felt weak as a cooked noodle.

“Captain Rogers?” Jarvis asked gently.

Steve sat up and braced his elbows on his knees. Even in the heat, his nightmare sweat was cooling on his skin, and he needed a hot shower and a cup of something warm, and he felt miserably sensitive. “I’m good, Jarvis. Thank you for the heat.”

“Of course. Shall I let Sir know that you’re awake?” Jarvis offered.

Steve hesitated. His skin was alive with tingles and he could feel the weave of the sheets against his skin, the hairs on his legs and arms were standing straight up, and even his nail beds felt sore. He could just ask Jarvis to warm up the shower and heat up the bathroom floor, and stand under the spray for as long as his overly sensitized skin could handle the punishment. Eventually the hypersensitivity would fade back to regular sensitivity, and could go back to ignoring it.

“If he’s… if he’s not busy,” Steve said instead. “Could you?”

“I am quite sure that he is not busy,” Jarvis said.

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A Dishonored 2 critique/plot treatment

I need to start off by saying that I expected the moon from Dishonored 2. I’m not sorry about this. If you’ve followed me more for than .2 seconds you’ll know that the original Dishonored has full and binding possession of my heart and I am forever shoving it at people as The Best Game I Have Ever Played.

That’s why I’m so weirdly let down and frustrated by Dishonored 2.

I enjoyed Dishonored 2 a lot. I’m working on my second playthrough. I think it’s a fantastic game and a worthy sequel. I also think it fell short in just one very unfortunate way: plot.




Dishonored 2 is a very good game with a fundamentally “eh” story. And because I love Dishonored 1 and 2 to pieces, because I’m so disappointed by this and because they could have done so much better, I’m going to spend over 5k words talking about why.

Dishonored 2 did a very good job at correcting the mistakes of its predecessor: it had more women, more people of color (and of different orientations!), and more support for stealth gameplay. I think it swung too far, however, in terms of how nuanced its writing was. DH1′s worldbuilding was subtle enough that, for example, when it first came out it caught flak for being misogynist because it presented a misogynist world without explicitly spelling out in bold-font letters that this world was problematic and instead made the players realize this themselves; DH2 overcompensated for this subtlety. It fell into the Tell Not Show camp of writing. It told me how I was supposed to feel about things rather than letting me intuit and think.

And it dragged me along by the lackluster plot without giving me time or reason to care about how the plot wound up.

(I’m going to start talking about SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE GAME under the cut. I will also be treating the game as Emily’s story rather than Corvo’s because, let’s be honest, it really is)

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