emerging from shadows

Wanted: other asexuals to join my new crime-fighting squad. Our slogan is “too bad I have an ace up my sleeve… or several,” and you all gotta emerge dramatically from the shadows every time I say it. Now accepting applications.

  • Me: I don't think Cheritz is gonna be releasing new DLCs any time soon. They're busy with The Lynn Project!
  • Cheritz: <i>*emerges from the shadows*</i> maybe a silhouetted sneak peek...
  • Me:
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  • Me: I'm sorry I ever doubted you.

First time playing dnd, with a new group. Party: Half-Orc Barabarian, High Elf Sorcerer (Me), Half Elf Bard, Half Elf Rouge

Party goes straight into a dark cave

DM: two giant frogs emerge from the shadows

Sorcerer: I cast firebolt (Rolls a 2)

DM: a frog bites you and starts chewing

Sorcerer: I scream like a child

Eventually the rest of the party kills the frogs and the sorcerer is at zero on the floor, with two failed death saves.

Rouge: I try to stabilize him with medicine (Rolls nat 1)

DM: you poison him

I die in the first dungeon the first time I play dnd.

Jealousy - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Can you do a Jeff imagine where he gets jealous and then turns into a hot make out sesh?”

(This kinda has a bad-boy Jeff feel to it i guess)

It had been a week since you’d spoken to Jeff. A week since you’d had one of the worst arguments yet. A week since you’d felt good. Jeff was your everything, and being in a bad place with him made you feel bad to your very core.
But tonight, was your friend Jess’ party, and you had to go, for her. You would just have to avoid Jeff as much as possible.

You were here, but you were anxious to go in. So you stood behind a tree in the front yard until you’d downed the cider you’d brought with you for some liquid courage. You’d worn your lucky red lipstick.

“Right.” You muttered to yourself, before starting towards the door.

The party was as you expected it, you did enjoy a good party every now and again, but the worry tonight was seeing Jeff. You’d had a huge fight because Your close friend Zach had said something unclear, that gave Jeff the impression that you had been cheating on him with Zach. Of course, you hadn’t. Zach hadn’t meant any harm, but the way rumours spread was insane. Everyone left right and centre believed it was true, and were convincing Jeff off it, too.

You saw Hannah and Clay by the drinks and decided to go join them.

“Hey guys!” You grinned.

“Oh hey Y/N…” Clay stuttered, “Here have a drink.” He said, handing you a red cup. “H- Hannah why don’t you show Y/N the bathroom.” He was tripping over his words.

“Uh, Clay, I know where the bathroom is.” You laughed, a perplexed look on your face. Hannah laughed and started to move toward you.

Then, Jeff came out from behind the two with three drinks, and you realised what Clay had been trying to do.

“Right.” You nodded. “Imma go outside.” You awkwardly pointed toward the door and dashed outside. You knew Jeff had seen you, but you just weren’t prepared to face him yet. It hurt that he hadn’t believed you.

You sat down on a vacant chair in a relatively empty part of the garden with your drink, annoyed at yourself.

“Hey, Y/N. You all alone?” Montgomery De La Cruz appeared out of no where and sat in the seat next to you.

“Uh, I guess.” You shrugged.

“Nice. You having fun?” He asked.

“Not really.”

He put his hand on your knee. “I’m really sorry to hear that, Y/N, maybe I can help make the night better for you.”

Before you could even muster up a response, a booming voice emerged from the shadows.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing man?” Jeff was not one who got angry often, but this was him at his angriest. He was probably a few drinks in, and had pent up anger from the previous week. “That’s my fucking girlfriend! Get your goddamn hands off her or I swear to god-” he was pulling Montgomery by his collar away from you and his jaw was clenched.

“Jeff stop! It’s fine.” You cut in, standing up so fast that your drink fell over.

“No it’s not fine! This pretentious douche bag thinks he can just hit on my girlfriend and I won’t notice?” He shoved him.

“Jeff!” You shouted again. “He meant no harm. It’s not exactly like you’ve been acting like my boyfriend for the past week, so I don’t know why you are now.” The salt in your voice stung. Jeff looked taken aback, but his fist remained clenched.

“Man I’m outta here, not worth it.” Monty’s voice cut through as neither of you had really been paying attention to him, and he slithered back into the house.

“You clearly don’t get it.” He snapped.

“I’m not having this fucking argument again.” You moved in toward him, throwing your hands above your head.

“Don’t bother then!” He scoffed, stepping inwards.

“I won’t!” You spat.




“Fucking fine.” He was so close now that you could feel his hot breath on your face.

He smiled menacingly and his jaw was tight. His eyes were boring into yours. Then in one swift movement he crashed his lips to yours and grabbed your waist roughly. You kissed him back fiercely and tugged at his hair. His tongue slipped into yours and you breathed heavily through your nose. His hands were hot on you and the kiss was deep and knee-buckling. He moved his mouth down to your neck, and pressed kisses all over, before coming back to your lips and increasing the hormone driven atmosphere that parties often had. You were shivering ever so slightly from the cold, which Jeff must have sensed.

“Bedroom. Now.” Jeff whispered roughly against you, pressing on your hips. You nodded and reluctantly broke away from him, to go back in the house and find somewhere unoccupied. You re entered the house and turned back to look at Jeff. He had your red lipstick smudged all around his mouth.

“Nice look, Atkins.” Clay Jensen remarked as he passed. Jeff shook his head, clearly uncaring, and followed you up the stairs.

Once you found an empty room you resumed eating each others faces. Jeff lifted you up under your butt and you wrapped your legs around him.

“I’m so sorry…” you breathed between kisses.

“Oh believe me, I’ve never been more sorry in my life…” Jeff chuckled against you. “I knew I should’ve believed you… but everyone was telling me not to… I’m sorry…”

“Shut… up…” you struggled. He brought you down onto the bed with him and lay you down, pulling a leg over him.

“Damn… didn’t… realise… week… long time…” he eventually managed to get out.

Idiot. You thought to yourself.


Batmom Series #1

Warnings: death, depression, mention of drowning

Word Count: 1136

Note: I have so many exciting plans for my Batmom series, but I wanted to start with this one that tugs at the heartstrings ~ K


Your head was submerged under the water of the shower, as you hoped it would drown out the sounds of the world. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between your tears and the water. It had been a while since you let yourself cry over what had happened and you only let yourself in the safety of your shower. You remembered it like yesterday.

“Y/N….” Bruce said warily as he came back with a body in his arms.

“Bruce who is that?” you asked afraid of the answer yourself.


With just the sound of your name leaving his lips you knew exactly who it was. The world collapsed around you as Bruce set your son on the table, and you cried out for him. The pain was indescribable; like someone had ripped away the gravity from your world. Blood-curdling screams dragged out between hyperventilated breaths, and Bruce shed tears from the sound of you. He had come over to put his arms around you as the two of you sobbed and mourned for the death of your child.

Everyone knew that you were different, the hollow look in your eyes, and the lack of true smiles that stretched on your face. The funeral had been one of the hardest days of your life, as you depended on Dick and Bruce as your life support.

“Mom I’m right here,” Dick said as he fell into your embrace. You cried as you held onto him; the only son of yours right now, and held tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

When Bruce brought home Tim and Damian, you accepted them with open arms and they became your next two sons. You loved them both every bit as much as you did Jason, but a part of you would always be missing.

It was one day when Bruce and Dick had just gotten home from chasing after a new crimelord that went by Red Hood. You were coming back from restocking bandages when you heard a quiet and rushed conversation between Dick and Bruce that made you stop for a second to listen.

“We have to tell mom,” Dick whispered harshly to Bruce.

“No it will absolutely destroy her and we’re not sure yet.’

“She has the right to know, it’s not fair to her or anyone else. Don’t get me wrong, she is a good mom to Damian and Tim, but you and I both know that she has never been the same since him.”

“We can NOT tell Y/N Dick.”

“Tell me what?” you asked as you emerged from the shadows of the Batcave, holding the bandages that you had gathered for Bruce. ‘What is going to ‘absolutely destroy’ me?” you asked with air quotes and emphasis on their repeated conversation.

“Dick…” Bruce warned as you could see Dick start to open his mouth to say something to you.

“I’m sorry mom,” Dick said in response to the light warning.

That was all that was said that night that left you with a million questions popping in your mind. What could Bruce be hiding from you that Dick wanted to tell you so badly? And what on Earth did it have to do with Jason? It wasn’t until a couple days later that you would find out.

Bruce had gone out again and by now it seemed like everyone knew, except for you. You were in the Batcave cleaning when you got curious as to what was on Bruce’s computer; it was seemingly analyzing something. It wasn’t your fault that the sequence was finished and you saw what it was. A loud bang filled the cave as you dropped what you were holding, seeing what it read.

Red Hood, the new crimelord running Gotham is your son. Your son, the one that died in an explosion caused by the Joker.

“You weren’t supposed to see that Miss,” Alfred said from behind you as he had come to see what the loud sound was.

“He knew and didn’t tell me,” you whispered to yourself. “He knew and didn’t let anyone tell me.”

“I’m sure Master Bruce had his reasons.”

“Reasons to not tell me that my son is alive?!” you raised your voice, immediately regretting it as it was Alfred.

“Y/N I had my reasons,” Bruce said hearing the tail end of your conversation with Alfred. “He’s not the same Y/N. He’s running the drug game.”

“I don’t care he’s my son. And Dick was right I had a right to know. You didn’t have the right to keep this from me, Bruce,” you told him as you walked up to him indignantly.

“I’m sorry it was for your own good.”

After a bit of silence, you finally said, “I want to see him.”

“That’s not a good idea.”

“I wasn’t asking,” you replied still upset that Bruce had kept something of this nature from you.

It had been several weeks since the last conversation you had with Bruce about Jason. You had watched as he and his father battled on top of the building that he had kept Joker in. You had seen all the headlines as people began to recognize him for working outside the law to clean up Gotham; for doing what Batman wasn’t able to. You had seen it all but you never expected to come into the Batcave and see him standing there in his new get-up. You walked up to him and put a hand to his new helmet.


He flinched away from your touch a bit and didn’t reply.

“Please…just…let me see that you’re real,” you begged him as tears welled in your eyes.

He sighed but reluctantly pulled off his helmet. It was undeniable that he was Jason. He had aged since the last time you had seen him of course, but you could recognize your son anywhere.

You held your breath and hesitantly put your hand up to his face, and rubbed your thumb across his cheek ever so slightly.

“Hi Ma,” he finally said breaking the silence that had filled the air since he had gotten rid of his helmet.

Tears fell from your cheeks as he grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. He had grown so much and was taller than you, and you could feel his own tears falling onto your head.

“I missed you so much Ma, you have no idea.”

Humans are scary.

Commander! There is a vessel requesting help! It is about to emerge from Hyperspace!

What species does it belong to? 

 It’s a human vessel Commander.

 Aren’t we at war with them? 

 Yes Commander we are but I don’t think shooting it down would be a good ide…




The ship is bigger than our space station. 


The scans have also finished and it’s classified as a “Star Destroyer”. 


I said.. 



The crew requests an explanation to this sudden loss of your morale!

Just tell them, the Humans are coming.

*a sudden bwommm echoed as the Craft emerged from Hyperspace, casting a shadow 10x the size of the space station. * 



The crew understands.

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happypencil  asked:

Ok so I got this idea and I wanted to share it with the best writer I know (sorry if it's bad) So Lance got kidnap by Lotor and brain wash with the magic of Hagar the goal was make Lance think he always belong to the galra empire but when he was past out his team got him back (they notice his absent almost 2 days after he got kidnap) they got him back but when he wake up he was expecting be on "his galra ship" with "his galra teammates" now the team have to get their Lance back (and that's it)

Ooohhhh this is cool!! Okay, it’s go time.
The castle had been abnormally…quiet. There was no laughter, no corny jokes, no flirting attempts…nothing. And at first, the team welcomed it. It was nice to have the peace and quiet for a change, but then it became unsettling. They were sitting around the kitchen table when it struck them. “Hey, has anybody it’s been..quiet around here. Like, too quiet.” Pidge questioned. Shiro hummed in agreement. “There hasn’t been any attacks from Zarkon or the Galra since that one attack. They tried to infiltrate our ship, but never got in. But that was two days ago. We haven’t heard anything since.” Keith leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the table. “Yeah, I’ve been in the training room for the last couple of days. I got a lot of training done which is shocking because Lance usually interrupts and tries to challenge me. Heh, as if he’ll even beat me in anything.” Pidge suddenly lifted her head up from her arms. “Wait. Guys, have any one of you even seen Lance in the past few days?” Everyone shook there head. Allura chuckled softly. “Well, that would explain the quiet.” Shiro stood up. “No, this is serious. You mean to tell me no one, not a single person, has been in contact with Lance?” He was answered with silence. Keith’s eyes darkened. “Coran, check the camera from two nights ago. Trace any and every move Lance makes.” The team raced to view the cameras, watching for their blue paladin. “There!” Pidge pointed to the screen. Sure enough, there was Lance in his room, washing off his face mask. They sped up the camera until the castle’s alarm went off. Lance jumped from his bed and began to put on his uniform. He was jumping on one foot, trying to get his boot on when he suddenly fell. The team laughed, but it quickly faded when they noticed he wasn’t moving. Keith furrowed his brows. “Why isn’t he getting up? Is he…staring at something?” The team stared at the screen closely. They could see Lance’s eyes were wide with his mouth hanging open as he stared in a dark corner of his room that wasn’t illuminated by the red glare of the alarms. They watched as Lance quickly tried to scramble away from the shadows, but as soon as Lance tried to scream, a clawed purple hand wrapped itself around Lance’s mouth, cutting off his shouts. They watched in horror as Lance kept kicking and punching at the figure that emerged from the shadows. Landing a successful kick, Lance knocked the figure to the ground, knocking the hood away from their face. The team inhaled sharply. “Hagar.” Allura hissed. They watched helplessly as Hagar struck Lance with a yellow lightning from her hands, rendering him unconscious. She then drug his limp body into the shadows, and in a blink of an eye, they were gone. They were all in shock. Keith saw red. “They took him. Right under our fucking noses!!” Shiro clenched his fists. Coran set his jaw. Pidge on Hunk squared their shoulders. Allura sneered dangerously. “Team, it’s time we got our Blue Paladin back.”

(Possibly a part two to this?? Thought??)


You, Scott and Liam were being cornered.

The nazi werewolf was closing in on you, explaining how he was going to tear everyone apart one by one.

“And then a banshee, werecoyote"he continued.
Your breathing got heavier and you glanced at the two boys by your side.

Scott shook his head and Liam rested his hands against the wall.
You saw something in the shadows and a smiled made its way onto your face.

"A Stiles"you stated.

"A what?"The ‘teacher’ asked confused.

"A stiles"Stilinski repeated as he emerged from the shadows and struck the villain around the head with his baseball bat.

"Bad guy right I didn’t misread that?"he glanced down at the body then his eyes traveled to meet yours.

"Bad guy"you nodded.
He held his arms open and you ran towards him, he placed a kiss upon your nose and then your forehead.

After Stiles had reunited with everyone you looked at him curiously.
"What?"he smiled, taking your hand into his.

"No matter where you are you always end up with that bat"you laughed.

"No matter where I am I always end up with you"he grinned.

-but like did you guys see the reunions, I’m such stydia trash and I loved the sciles reunion😭😭😭❤

Avengers: Infinity War Synopsis Released
In just under a year, the world will be treated to the biggest superhero spectacle of all-time. [...]

“As the Avengers and their allies have continued to protect the world from threats too large for any one hero to handle, a new danger has emerged from the cosmic shadows: Thanos. A despot of intergalactic infamy, his goal is to collect all six Infinity Stones, artifacts of unimaginable power, and use them to inflict his twisted will on all of reality. Everything the Avengers have fought for has led up to this moment - the fate of Earth and existence itself has never been more uncertain.”

The movie’s first synopsis doesn’t give anything away in terms of specific details, but it does highlight its high-risk nature. Avengers: Infinity War will see heroes like Iron Man and Captain America face a villain who is in another league or ten from Loki or Ultron. The Mad Titan has little else on his mind but total tyrannical power, and Thanos has the means to acquire such rule. With the Avengers fractured following Captain America: Civil War, the group will be forced to work together once more to prevent existence itself from unraveling before them.


Here it is!! My collaboration with LetThereBeDoodles! <3 This is something we have been working on for the last couple of weeks and it has been so much fun working together and I am so happy with what we created. We both hope that you enjoy these manips and the story that goes with them!(^-^)

We both wanted to do something new so we decided to create our own adaptation a la Disney! >:D We looked at several stories from around the world and got hooked by the story of Yuki-Onna, a mythical spirit from Japan. This is a character that has been re-imagend several times in film/TV before, so we had to take some artistic liberties in order for it to feel new and unique.

Even though this story is not historically accurate in the sense that it’s not based on real life events or people, we still did our absolute best to thoroughly research the era, culture and legends. But bare in mind that this adaptation was made by two non-Japanese creators, so errors in accuracy may be present. If this had been a real, original film project then we would naturally have hired film makers from a Japanese background to help us in it’s production. :3

DISCLAIMER: We do not own the movies which were used to created theses images. We only take credit for editing and the story.
Movies used: Brother Bear II, Fantasia 2000, Grave of the Fireflies, Lilo & Stitch, Millennium Actress, Mulan I-II, Peter Pan II, Pocahontas I-II, Princess Mononoke, Wolf Children

Story Summary:

WINTERTIDE: The tale of Yuki Onna

(developed by TheNamlessDoll and Lettherebedoodles, written by Lettherebedoodles.)

Every Winter when the snow starts to fall, the people of Japan huddle inside their homes with their families, away from the frigid white wasteland beyond the door.

Every Winter she watches them through the frosted glass, her pale skin barely distinguished from the snow around her, her eyes glinting from behind waves of long ebony hair. It is her job to see that the snow falls, that the winter comes and resets the world, preparing for the new beginning… However, human’s don’t seem to like the cold. They dread her return, and shun her when she arrives. They fear her… she is alone.

Yuki-Onna, the snow woman.

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Being Connor’s girlfriend and Jared’s best friend headcanons

- You and Jared had been best friends for years when you start dating Connor Murphy after you finished high school. 

- You’d put off telling him for weeks, knowing his feelings about your new boyfriend. “Connor? Connor fucking Murphy? Wow.” Jared laughs shocked.  You just roll your eyes, but Jared won’t drop it. “What did he do? Attract you to him with his gun collection? Is he holding you against your will? Was he stalking you? Paint me the picture, he emerged from the shadows with his unwashed hair and -”. You cut him off by throwing a pillow at his face. “Jared don’t be an ass … I really like him” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Ok, well don’t come crying back to me when he tries to kill someone”

- Jared is just concerned about you in his own way and he shows it through his teasing. 

- Connor can’t believe you’re Jared’s friend, you just seem so different? He wouldn’t care but you spend so much time with Jared that Connor sees him as competition - he’s totally not competition as you can’t think of each other as anything but friends, but Connor can’t see that at first. 

- Connor gets SO jealous when you and Jared are joking about together. He thinks that you’ll leave him because you don’t find him interesting or funny enough, but you assure him constantly that you love him for him.

- You never hang out with both of them at the same time - like the arguing would just be too much to bear. And whenever you and Connor spend time together you want to be alone, as who wants Jared commenting on everything you do. Jared would do like a voice-over on a nature documentary as he snapchats you two purely to get on Connor’s nerves: “Here we have the lesser-spotted Connor Murphy finally outside, his nails painted black to attract a mate. Oh crikey - it looks like he’s been successful. Now watch as the pair engage for the first time, as Connor -” one of you would throw something at him to stop him (but you secretly find it hilarious). 

- Both of them are too stubborn to admit their jealous of the other one, but they DEFINITELY are. Like they totally battle over who gets to spend time with you so much so that you’ve had to make a diary on your phone of when you’re spending time with who. 

- Because of this Connor always tries to put more effort into what you do when you’re together. He tries to organise little dates which you think are so sweet. You’d be happy just cuddling but he insists you see a movie or go for dinner, he just loves to spend time with you and just wants to be more romantic with you. You remind him that you don’t need all this but he loves to take care of you in a way that Jared doesn’t - he wants to separate what you do with Jared to what you do with him so your time together is special.  

- If you hug Jared and Connor sees he HATES it especially because Jared will see Connor looking and pull a smug face at him and hug you tighter. 

- If you’re ever going to hang out with Jared, Connor gets super jealous and will like keep kissing you and linking your hands together so you’ll feel bad for leaving him. 

- Off topic buuuuuut Jealous Connor would just be so passionate and he’d definitely give you more hickeys than you ever wanted or needed (though your not complaining) to show Jared that you’re his, even if you have explained to him 100 times that you think of Jared as a brother. Jared just goes “oh I see you’ve been with Murphy again” and then continues the conversation un-phased. 

- Then Connor will text you all the time when you’re with Jared. There’s been more than one occasion where Jared has stolen your phone and replied to Connor purely with really obscure memes or ugly selfies. Now, Connor tries not to text you when you’re with Jared. 

- Connor sometimes picks you up from Jared’s house. He’ll normally wait outside in his car but once he had to come to the door after waiting for ten minutes for you. Jared opened the door when he knocked and pulled him into a hug. “Oh Connor so, SO glad to see you, old chap” Jared says putting on an accent and squeezing Connor. “What the fucks going on?” Connor says. You laugh as you pry Jared off him and kiss your boyfriend. You’d asked Jared to be more welcoming to Connor but of course he couldn’t be sensible about it. 

- Connor invited himself round one day and just as he was climbing through the window he realises you and Jared are in your room watching the tv show you both enjoy. He freezes as both you and Jared turn to look at him. “Ahh, Murphy, so glad you could join us. Come on grab a seat” Jared jokes pointing to his lap. “I’m here for Y/N” “Oh really? I thought you were here for me. I’m both shocked and offended” Jared deadpans putting a hand on his chest. 

- Connor finds Jared annoying for the most part (he has to admit that somethings pretty funny but he’d never let Jared know) but he makes you happy so he puts up with it, and maybe they’ll be friends in the future who knows. 

The city of Campene has withstood its fair share of disasters: war, famine, earthquakes—and plague. So when a new sickness begins to spread across the city, few express concern. Least worried of all is the jester Fabrizio, who has more immediate matters on his mind—such as keeping his young daughter in the dark about his side-job as an assassin. He, like the rest of the Campene, believes the sickness known as the gray lover will pass by.  Everyone says so.
Everyone except Adrien McAllister. Brilliant, reclusive, and sardonic, Adrien believes the gray lover to be the start of a deadly plague. A foreigner to the city, Adrien finds himself enlisting the help of the Fabrizio. Together they’ll work to stem the gray lover—provided, of course, the clash of personalities doesn’t ruin their partnership before it even begins.  
But while Adrien and Fabrizio attempt to navigate the plague, the citizens of Campene, and each other, the ancient structures of power in Campene have begun to crumble. What begins as a race against disease quickly morphs into a fight against a powerful, unknown enemy. New players are emerging from the shadows, each grasping for power, and they are willing to use whatever means necessary to achieve their goals. Adrien and Fabrizio are the only ones standing between Campene and utter chaos—and even they are not immune to the deadly forces at work.

Miasma, a original story written by Emily Fisher (@thatsoneginger) and Tricia Corum (@boomsheikas-art-blog) is currently in production! We’ve been working on it for about a year now and we’re really excited to share it with you all!

I’ll be posting individual characters with mini bios for you to read as they’re written. Thank you guys for all your support, and you can expect to see more of these guys in the near future!

Love Is Not A Victory March

I’m sorry that this is not a prompt (I promise I haven’t abandoned them) but I had this idea in my mind after yesterday’s episode and I just had to write it. I don’t even know what this is, I’m just an angst addict, so yeah that’s pretty angsty but truly romantic at the end.

Silver heels clicked rhythmically down the brick steps of Pop’s entrance, halo blonde hair swaying in the wind and a sea of Evening Haze satin leaving a trail of feminine elegancy with every determined step she took. At that very moment Betty Cooper looked like a heroine straight out of a John Hughes movie; effortlessly beautiful, politely innocent and a heartbreaking damsel in distress, ready to be swiped off her feet by her lovely prince charming in the form of the misunderstood high school loner. However, reality was far from that. She didn’t need to be saved. This time, it was the misunderstood high school loner that sought salvation, that needed more than ever a heroine that would grab his hand while drowning and pull him to surface again, away from his demons, away from the darkness that seemed to surround his golden soul. Betty could, would, be that heroine for him.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 23

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: Sorry for the wait! This was a long and difficult one to write, phew! 

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Tonight I am more invisible than ever,
wandering these empty streets and
longing to be far away from this world.    
The darkness and silence comforts
my solitude, the rain falls gently like
fragile pieces of broken love in the
warm, lambent haze of the streetlights.

A bitter fear tries to grip my heart and
deprive my lungs of breath, but I am
an old abandoned house, once full of
essence but now vacant and forgotten.
Time stands still as I see a portal of light
slowly emerge from the distant shadows,
drifting celestially through the air before
transcending me into another realm.

I awaken to an empyreal spectacle of
star-filled amethyst skies, winding pathways  
between ancient trees, with steep mountains
encircling the pensive, astral landscape.
Sounds of a cascading waterfall lead me to
a glimmering lake, its mesmerising azure
flowing harmoniously, its esoteric beauty
blending like watercolour into the ambience.

In the blue I see not my reflection, but yours,
clear as mirror glass, your soft lips forming
an enticing smile of profound mystery, the
touch of autumn in your deep, hazel eyes.
Reaching out my hand, the stars begin to
fall from the sky, dissolving my skin until
I fade away into serenity, with you.