this is my gift to you brother

Bucky Barnes X Reader - Little Black Dress

This was a nonny’s request. Nonny i hope you like it. i loved writing it for you. (Not my GIF)

Request based on the prompt: “You’re Jealous, are’t you?”

Summary: You like Bucky but are afraid to let him know. So when a Charity Gala gives you the chance to wear a new dress you soon find out how easily jealous the brooding dream is. 


You do a quick twirl reveling in the feeling this little black dress gave you. It had been a birthday gift from your brother’s girlfriend and you had to admit she had great taste. You pull the hem of the skirt down a little more as you try to make it cover a little more of your thighs. You look in the mirror again and your smile fades as the words, ‘You look like you’re asking for it’ pop into your head. You shake your head trying to force your step father’s words out of your head.

You’d been living on your own for years now but the trauma from the verbal abuse you’d been a victim of was still very much there. You hear a knock on your door and turn to see your best friend and co-worker, Sam, standing in the doorway a smile on his face. “So, what do you think?” You ask worry and panic filling your body.

“I think you look hot.” Sam replies a smile on his face making your own smile grow bigger.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” I ask as I sit down on the edge of my bed to put my heels on.

“Who cares what Barnes thinks?” Sam says irritation filling his voice. You chuckle as you remember that Sam doesn’t really like Bucky. Like he doesn’t hate him but he still hadn’t gotten over the fact Bucky ripped the steering wheel out of his car and wrecked it, on top of other things.

“I care, and you know it.” You reply slipping the last heel on and then stand up to do a last minute check to make sure everything looked good together.

“Yeah, yeah, I know all about your little crush.” He replies moving into the room to sit on the edge of your bed. “Of all the guys we know, why him?” Sam asks making you reach up and placing a hand on your chin you pretend to ponder the reasons.

“Well for one, Tony has pepper, plus I’m not one for the playboy type.”

“Plus, he’s too old for you.” Sam says and you shake your head.

“Scott’s cute, and funny, but again not my type. Steve is ridiculously handsome, but there’s something about him that shouts big brother, so he’s out of the question; and you, I’ve know you since grade school, you’re like a brother.”

“Yeah, I’m not into you either.” He replies making you chuckle. “What about Natasha?”

“I know I’m Bi, and she is hella hot; but I feel like she’s not over a previous lover.”

“I got that impression too.”

“Thor has Jane; and Banner has Betty; plus, he likes to dad me and that’d be really weird.”

“So why Barnes though?” Sam asks making you smile softly to yourself.

“Because he looks at me.” Sam cocks an eyebrow clearly not getting what you were trying to say and you chuckle. “That meaning, he notices everything about me. When I feel happy, when I feel… well you know. He’s always there helping me through it all. We help each other. He makes me feel so happy. Him being sexy as hell is just a bonus.” You add the last part just to annoy Sam as he fake gags. “Hey you asked. It’s your own fault.”

“I know, and I instantly regret it.” He replies standing up to walk to the doorway. “So, you gonna tell him how you feel?”

“Not sure yet.” You reply suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I want to; but then again, I wouldn’t be able to handle the rejection.”

“I know, but if he has any feelings for you at all, that dress will make him let you know.” Sam replies as you follow him to the kitchen where his suit jacket was hanging off the back of a chair. Tonight, was an important gala to which all he members of the Avengers, plus some of the faculty, that included you, were invited. Since you were too scared to ask Bucky to escort you, Sam had offered to be your date instead. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s do this.”


“Okay I was expecting paparazzi, but nothing like this.” You say as the limo Tony had sent to get you and Sam pulled up outside the gala. The place was crowded as all get out. You couldn’t look in any direction and not see a flashing camera. You feel Sam take your hand and you let out a nervous sigh. “Are we even gonna be able to make it to the door?”

“Here’s to hoping.” He says as the limo comes to a stop and our door opens. Sam’s the first to climb out. He gives a bright smile and a little wave before he turns back to reach into the limo to take your hand. You gladly take it and let him help you out of the limo. The flashes instantly start to hurt your eyes making you offer a quick but forced smile and then quickly walk down the carpet and into the gala.

Once inside you let out a sigh of relief until you realize you had left Sam outside to fend for himself. “Oops.” You say as you glance behind you to see him stuck talking to some reporter. He glances up the carpet and as his eyes meet yours he glares. Shrugging your shoulders, you offer him an apologetic smile to which he just shakes his head. He’d be there for a while. You glance around looking for the rest of the avengers and spot a few of them on the other side of the room. Gripping tightly to your clutch you start to walk through the crowd to them.

When you make it halfway Steve spots you and waves you over. You offer him soft smile as you make your way to him. When you reach him, you notice that he was standing with Natasha, Tony, Pepper, and Bucky. “Where’s your date?” Tony asks as he hands you a glass of champagne.

“I left him with the paparazzi.” You say making them all chuckle. “He’s gonna be so pissed at me when he finally gets inside.” Everyone nods and you glance over to see Bucky staring at you and your cheeks flush pink.

“I don’t blame you for ditching him,” Pepper says pulling your attention from Bucky. “You never really get used to the reporters, that is unless you’re Tony.” He nods slowly agreeing with her.

“Why hasn’t anyone complimented (Name) on her outfit yet?” Natasha asks as she walks over and hugs you in greeting.

“I was just about too,” Steve says over her shoulder offering you a soft smile. Natasha pulls away only to be replaced by Steve who hugs you softly. “You look beautiful (Name).”

“Thank you, Steve,” You reply as you hug him back. When you pull away you glance over at Bucky, whose eyes never leave you, looks deep in thought and tilt your head. You are about to ask him what’s wrong when Scott walks up beside me and says, “Hey (Name), you look pretty tonight; any special occasion?”

“Well we are at a party.” You reply a smile covering your lips.

“Is that what this is?” He asks then fakes a moment of understanding as he adds, “Ahh that’s why the doorman asked me my name, it all makes sense now.” You let out an involuntary giggle causing him to look rather pleased with himself.

“Anyone want a drink? God knows I could use one.” Bucky asks as he starts to move toward the bar making you quickly finish your champagne and say, “I’d love one.” He holds his hand out to you and without a second thought you grab it and let him lead you to the bar. Once arriving you let him order a drink for you before asking, “Are you having fun?”

“Not as much as you are.” He snipes making your smile disappear.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask hurt filling your voice.

“Nothing, forget it. It’s just me being an asshole.”

“But why are you being an asshole?” His eyes find yours and you add, “Your words not mine.”

“I don’t know,” He answers honestly as the bartender places a whiskey double in front of him and a jack and coke in front of you. He quickly downs his glass and orders another one. Before he has a chance to add more you feel someone lean against you and wrap their arm around your shoulders. You look up to see Sam standing there and you blanche.

“So, about leaving me to the wolves…” He starts and you offer a smile of sympathy.

“Sorry about that.” You reply before turning back to Bucky only to see him clench his jaw and look away. “Sam, Steve and everyone are over there. Do you mind leaving me here with Bucky?”

“I can take a hint.” Sam replies before glancing at Bucky. “You need anything I’ll be over there.”

“Thank you.” You reply. As he leaves you turn back to Bucky and are about to say something when some stranger walks up and taps you on the arm. You groan inwardly as you turn to him. “Can I help you?”

“I was just wondering if I could buy you a drink?” He asks as I try not to sound annoyed.

“Thank you for your offer but I already have one.”

“Then I’ll buy you the next one?”

“No thank you.”

“Then how about-”

“She said no,” You hear Bucky interject and slowly turn to see anger and rage in his eyes. The man takes one look at Bucky and dismisses himself. When it’s just the two of you, you move closer to him and say, “I could have handled him on my own.”

“I know,” He answers his eyes focused on his drink. You are about to ask him what he meant earlier when yet another stranger walks up and taps you on the arm making him reach his limit as he says, “Oh for the love of god!” He grabs your hand and instantly drags you away from the bar and the party. He leads you down a hall until he finds a quiet spot before he lets go of your hand.

“Okay, what was that about?” You ask his back as he faces away from you.

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like what?” You ask furrowing your brow.

“I don’t like them constantly hitting on you.” He answers and your eyes widen slightly.

“Bucky, you can’t…” You pause momentarily as he turns to face you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

“I don’t wanna be.” He says quickly making an invisible knife plunge itself into your chest. He notices your expression and instantly adds, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it.”

“I don’t know. Just not like that.”

“Makes a lot of sense Barnes.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, it’s just that you came here in that dress and now all I can think about is-” He cuts himself off as his face turns bright red from embarrassment.

“What?” You ask as you slowly close the distance between the two of you. You take a deep breath as you realize it was do or die time. “Do you like me Bucky?”

“Do you like me?”

“I asked you first.”



“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“You know what?”

“All I asked was if you like me? If you do then you better tell me, or I’ve spent the last few months harboring an unrequited love for-” Your words are cut off as he reaches out and pulling you into his arms leans down letting his lips crash down onto yours. A wave of passion rushes through your veins making you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. After a few minutes he pulls away and says, “Does this answer your question?”

“It does, but I’d still like to hear it from your lips.”

“I don’t like you (Name),” He says and your smile fades. “I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He adds and you let out a heavy sigh making him chuckle.

“You’re right,”


“You are an asshole.”

“Yeah, but you love this asshole.” He adds a smile filling his face.

“God help me I do.” You reply as you gently take his hand.

“Okay, let’s get outta here.” He says as he starts to walk away.

“Don’t you want to go back to the party?”


“Why not?”

“I don’t feel like killing anyone today.” He pauses for a moment and turning back to you says, “You played dirty wearing that dress.”

“Oh really, I like it.”

“From now on, only wear it for me.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

catzetic  asked:

You know, if there is one thing I need to work on, it's with attitude and sometimes issues with lashing out too soon if I am irritated or frutstrated. I ask God to give me endurance and patience... But when I slip up I feel bad. Do you know any good verses with stuff like this? ...

I feel you so much. T-T I struggle with this every single day. I know some verses about the importance of being patient and speaking in love.

Ephesians 4:29

Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.

1 Corinthians 13:2

If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing.

James 1:19

My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry,

Proverbs 15:1

A gentle answer deflects anger, but harsh words make tempers flare.

When you do mess up and snap at someone, like we all do sometimes, just apologize and move on. God is just as patient with us as He wants us to be with each other!

SpaceMob Fluff Headcannons!

((Okay! This is gonna be so much fun! Mobtale Sans is gonna sweet talk you so gooood!))

MobTale Sans is, by far, the smoothest smooth talker to ever grace the Earth. What makes his so good? Their honest. MT doesn’t care who you are, if he likes you he likes you and if he don’t he don’t. Plain and simple.

-MT is a mature fellow, non of that I don’t wanna show my feelings in public cause its not manly shit. Oh no. ScarFace will show his Caro* how much he adores him any where and any time it pleases him. Much to his Caro’s flustered amusement/embarrassment.
Anyone who has a problem with that, can kindly take it up with his Brass Knuckles.

-Gifts. Good gah the gifts. Fine food, designer clothes, and enough flowers to kill somebody. He loves spoiling his Tesoro mio* and his brother has had to literally tear his wallet away from him so they can actually finish a job.
“Sans no.”
“It’s the last one Pap-“
“Bull buttons! That’s what you said about the last 25 gifts you bought!”

-His idea of a perfect evening is being alone with his Amore, whether it be out on the town or a quite night in.

-He loves sneaking up behind him and whispering things like “Dammi un bacio?” or “Sei bellissimo” and watching to see how red his Amore gets. And those are just the tip of the iceberg, he slips as much Italian flirtation as he can into every conversation.
“Da quando to conosco a mia vita e un paradiso, Cuero mio.”*
“Sei tutto per me.”*

Nicknames For MT: MT, Scars, Punster, Sweetheart, and Skelebae.

Nicknames For Space: *Every single thing already listed* Plus SweetHeart, Sweetcheeks, and Darling.

Translations( In the order that they appear!)
Caro: Dear
Tesoro mio: My treasure
Amore/Amore mio: Love/My Love
Dammi un bacio?: Give me a kiss
Sei bellissimo: You’re beautiful.
Da quando to conosco a mia vita e un paradiso: Since I met you my life is a paradise.
Cuore mio: My heart
Sei tutto per me: You’re everything to me.

Katara: It’s not magic. It’s waterbending, and it’s-
Sokka: Yeah, yeah, an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah. Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself. 

So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater part over after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)

(Kanna’s village - before and after)

All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).

So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).

(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)

(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)

When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.

Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.

(It’s sexist and terrible.)

Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.


But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.

Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:

Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero.
Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone.
Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.

But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).

The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).

(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power.
Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother!
Katara: I know.
Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary!
Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons.
Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)

And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.

Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.

tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye

The signs as Monster Factory monster descriptions
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  • Taurus: looks like darth maul undercover at a high school
  • Gemini: looks like if you saw someone who you suspected of being two kids standing on each others’ shoulders and then you ripped away the trench coat and it was one single human person
  • Cancer: looks like the movie the fly, if instead of a fly in the chamber with jeff goldblum it was like a big bowl of pasta salad
  • Leo: looks like a ghost chef boyardee
  • Virgo: looks like someone cut their face out of a magazine, is a human ransom note
  • Libra: looks like they’re from a dark version of gift of the magi where they sold their face to buy a gift and their wife bought them like, a face scarf
  • Scorpio: looks exactly like benedict cumberbatch
  • Sagittarius: looks like one of those optical illusions; can you see the other face in this face?
  • Capricorn: looks like they’re holding a bundle of dry spaghetti but the spaghetti is them
  • Aquarius: look likes they’re being permanently pinched by two grandmas
  • Pisces: looks like the crypt keeper is trying to sneak into a rave in the old west
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• “My stupid friends roped me into a mall scavenger hunt and you’re on the list” AU
• “We both wanted to rent a bike for an hour but the only one they have is a tandem bike” AU
• “You’re adopting the cat that I’ve been trying to adopt for a week now” AU
• “You just moved into the house next to my mom’s and she has you doing her yardwork” AU
• “I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me” AU
• “My brother/sister asked me to break up with you for them i’m so sorry” AU
• “I’ve been receiving all your freaking mail since you moved out and you keep getting weird gifts from your brother make it stop” AU
• “Our dick landlord just evicted us both” AU
• “We both just moved in with our siblings and they’re neighbors” AU
• “I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who shares my name” AU
• “Your cat got my cat pregnant and now I have all these kittens please take them” AU
• “I’m your ex, you are a cop, and I just got arrested for being drunk and disorderly” AU
• “Remember that one time in college when we were at that party and you asked a random stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah well that was me and we’re adults now” AU
• “You’re sort of famous and we vaguely know each other through bumping into each other all the time but the media thinks we’re dating” AU
• “You’re a cop, I’m a firefighter, we always work the same shifts” AU
• “You always ask me for help but I have weird health conditions that prevent me from doing so” AU
• “Your roommate cheated on me and I just threw your laptop out the window thinking it was his” AU
• “My kid just shot a bottle rocket into your window” AU
• “We’re both in the vegetable isle and I just burst into tears while staring at the cabbages” AU
• “That’s my fucking fish that you just caught give it back” AU
• “I’ve had a crush on you since the 11th grade but you’ve hated me ever since that one time” AU
• “The advertisement did not do you justice” AU
• “You jipped me of those concert tickets so I came to your house asshole” AU
• “You think I’m nervous because you’re interviewing me for this high end job but actually it’s because you’re stupidly hot” AU
• “Oh shit this isn’t my car” AU
• “You fell off the map 6 years ago and you think you can just waltz back into my life. Literally. You’re the dance instructor for my best friend’s wedding and we have history” AU
• “It’s 2am on the night of my 21st birthday and we gotta fix this fucking mess by morning or else we’re fucked ” AU
• “My dad’s a cancer patient and you’re his nurse” AU
• “Did I mention that I had a dream about you last night? Oh right we’ve never talked about before” AU
• “Lol this was a terrible idea” AU
• “juSt a game? jUST A GaMe????? FUCK YOU I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WIN” or the “so competitive it’s almost sexual” AU
• “Aren’t you the person from marti gras last year?” AU
• “We’re both on the same multiple stop flight schedules to go to the same destination so we might as well stick together. Also your shoulder is a very comfortable pillow.” AU
• “Fuck you and your bee farm I’ve had enough” AU
• “We’re in an exam study group and I just send you my nudes by accident oops” AU
• “Somehow my gallery sculpture piece looks exactly like you how weird” AU
• “That tattoo on your chest is the exact same as mine” AU
• “I was actually awake when you did that thing” AU
• “Why do we keep running into each other when we live on opposite sides of the country?” AU
• “We need to be really quiet but you have the hiccups” AU
• “Why do you always walk your dog at exactly 12am every night? Do you not enjoy sleep?” AU
• “For the love of God, what is making that noise?” AU
• “Somehow you manage to scare me everytime we run into each other and i already get frightened very easily let me live” AU


Collection of stuff…. older drawings and drawing gifts for my twitter mutuals and friends!!
(please do not take or modify thank you, they are here for your viewing pleasure ;;)

Random swapfell papyrus icon, you may use if you wish I do not mind… mostly style study/inspiration like??? (oh.. i made this cute puppy so gross.. ;;)
I do custom icons like this for 15USD  。・゚・(ノ∀`)・゚・。

I am also creating double-sided keychains for purchasing in the future!!
(9 variants so far of different skeleton brothers)
(Maybe add other original UT Characters [?]… as I am hoping to sell at a convention this year near me..!! Everything is undetermined… ㅠㅠ)

punsbulletsandpointythings  asked:

Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?

Pandora is made from earth, shaped by the hands of Hephaestus and made in the image of his beloved wife. Aphrodite gifts her with grace and charisma. Athena teaches her to weave and bestows cleverness upon her.

She stands in front of Hermes, and the god frowns and touches her with a single fingertip on her chin, moving her head one way than the other. “They’ll eat you alive,” he says, and she doesn’t understand.

She tilts her head to the side and smiles a vacant smile. All of the cleverness in the world will do her no good without any context. “We are the same,” she says, pressing a hand to Hermes’s chest. She is made from earth and has the skin to mach. He is a celestial god, and his skin is the same rich shade of brown.

He did not ask to be born any more than his mother asked to bare him. His creation, just like hers, is at the whims of Zeus. All for some little lost fire, all because Prometheus wanted his people to be warm, and, well, he is the god of the thieves after all –

So he gifts her with deceit, with selfishness, with cunning. Her smile leaves her face all at once as she’s filled with self-awareness. “He’ll be angry with you,” she says, “I am not what you were supposed to make.”

“Gods have short memories,” he says, and doesn’t bother to hide the contempt in his voice. “Do not worry about me, gifted child. You have larger problems than my fate.”

He has turned her from something pure into – something more like him. Her face darkens even further as her perfectly crafted mind slots all the pieces together, and he can’t help but find her lovely. It’s how she was made, after all. “I can’t stop it, can I? Whatever they’re planning for me to do?”

“No,” Hermes says, “but now you might be able to survive it.”

“Will I want to?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. She doesn’t expect him too.


She hides from everyone, lives in a cave at the edge of the city. The gods had called her the first woman, but that’s not true, she can see.

There are women. They smile and laugh have work roughened hands. She aches to join them, but she has the beauty of a goddess. They will know. If she joins them, they will know she is not of them, and it will set into motion whatever trap Zeus has planned.

She is not human, not in the same way, molded from clay by a god’s hands. But she is of humans, and not eager to bestow upon them the harm she’s destined to bring them. She bathes in streams where only nymphs reside, steals into the city in the cloak of night and pilfers from the baker’s trash.

“When they said they sent my brother a wife,” a low, amused voice says too close behind her one night, “I had not expected a begger.”

She whirls around, hard bread clenched tight in front of her, an incredibly inefficient shield. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees him, dark and tall and eyes like the night sky. He looks like Hermes. Like her. “Who are you?” she demands. They’re in an alley corner, and of her gifts flight is not among them. She’ll have to fight him to get away.

She’s not afraid of him. Maybe another mortal would be, cornered in the middle of the night by a man she doesn’t know. But she’s no normal mortal woman, and besides – he has something comforting about him, like the hearthfire attended by Hestia. Something warm.

“I am Prometheus,” says the man, and no wonder he reminds her of fire. “What do they call you?”

“You are meant to be in the deepest pits of Hades’s realm,” she snaps, and shifts her grip on the stale bread so that she can throw it at him. He’s the whole reason she’s here to begin with, him and his thievery.

He shrugs and walks closer to her, watching her like one would watch a wild animal. Good. Here, in this dark alley where no one would find a cooling body until morning, it is he that should be afraid. “Gods forget,” he says, “and Hades had grown cold in his place beneath the earth.”

She pauses, considers. “You stole fire for Hades?”

“No,” he corrects, “I stole fire for the people. But Hades benefited as well. Enough that he was willing to forget the terms of my punishment.”

“What do you want?” she asks for the second time. “Why are you here?”

He stops, too close to her, “The question is why are you here?”

She steps into his space now, following him as he backs away from her, “I am here because of you, fire-stealer, because gods may forget but they do not forgive, and I am the punishment they have unleashed upon the world.”

“What a punishment you are,” he says, looking at her lips, and she forgets to hate him only long enough to kiss him.


Hermes watches her, watches them. He doesn’t know Zeus’s plan, if this is part of it or not, but he watches her, and he worries. He thinks it is, he can see Aphrodite’s magic clinging to Pandora, but he doesn’t know why.

He would go to his mother, but she’s always difficult to find, Gaea preferring to live in streams and rivers rather than face the man she bore a son for. But his mother’s father, on the other hand, is always in the same place.

“Grandfather,” Hermes greets, touching lightly down onto the earth, “How are you?”

“How am I always, boy?” Atlas grunts out, legs and arms straining as he holds up the sky above the earth. “Tired.”

Hermes lips quirk up the corners. Some days, he thinks he’s more Atlas’s grandson than he’s Zeus’s son. “I need some advice, Grandfather.”

Atlas raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

So Hermes tells him everything, from beginning to end, because he can’t figure out what his father’s plan is, but Atlas might. He’s known the man for longer, at least.

Atlas nods, slow, and says, “A bride of gods, a gifted child. I can think of only one reason to create such a child.” Hermes waits. Atlas sighs and says, “There is a jar, within Olympus, that becomes sealed when it leaves the realm of the gods. After that, only a being neither mortal nor celestial may open it.”

“What are they planning to put inside?” Hermes demands, heart spiking. What are they planning to unleash upon the unsuspecting earth?

His grandfather smirks, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is this – what are you going to put inside?”

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If Iris and Ravus Were Party Members... (Banter)

She’s quite a popular choice, so let’s throw the cutie Iris into the mix! :D

Iris: “Wow, it’s really great to be able to travel with you guys! It’s like our own adventure.”
Gladiolus: “Just be careful, okay? Lot of monsters out there, ya know.”
Iris: “I’ll be fine, Gladdy. I have all of you guys here!”
Noctis: “Yeah. Totally.”
Prompto: “For sure!”
Ignis: “You are safe in our hands.”
Ravus: “I cannot make any promises.”

Ravus: “Amicitia.”
Iris & Gladiolus: “Yeah?”
Ravus: “…I suddenly had the horrible realization that there are two of you now.”

Iris: “So you’re Lady Luna’s brother, right? That means you’re from Tenebrae!”
Ravus: “It seems the Amicitia intelligence runs in the family…”
Iris: “What are the flowers like there? I heard the Sylleblossoms are beautiful in Tenebrae.”
Ravus: “They are beautiful, that fact remains true. Seas of blue and violet that spread all across the land.”
Iris: “Do you ever miss Tenebrae…?”
Ravus: “Yes… Just as you most likely yearn to return to Insomnia.”

Iris: “So only Prompto gets to call you Rae, right?”
Ravus: “It was not my desire to be named as such…”
Iris: “Can I give you a nickname too?”
Gladiolus: “Yeah, Ravus. Can she?
Ravus: “…Yes. You may give me a ‘nickname.’”
Iris: “Ravvy it is then!”
Ravus: “What? No-“
Noctis: “Ravvy, huh?”
Ignis: “It has a charming ring to it.”
Ravus: “What have I done to deserve this…?”

Ravus: “Amicitia.”
Iris & Gladiolus: “What’s up?”
Ravus: “…Alright. I need a method to distinguish one Amicitia from another.”
Gladiolus: “You could just call us by our first names.”
Ravus: “And allow you to think that I am being pleasant with you? Absolutely not.” 

Ravus: “Brute.”
Gladiolus: “What?”
Iris: “Wow, he really did respond to it. You’re not supposed to answer to such mean names, Gladdy!”
Ravus: “I was showing honesty when I claimed that he would. He has become soft and weak. I leave his rehabilitation to amend this issue to you now.”
Iris: “Roger that, Commander!”
Gladiolus: *sighs*

Ravus: “Amictia.”
Iris & Gladiolus: “What is it?”
Ravus: *heavy sigh* “The little Amicitia.”
Iris: “Yeah, Ravvy?”
Ravus: “Please cease referring to me as that…”

Iris: “CRSSH. Little Amicitia, making contact with Sunshine Boy. Over. CRSSH.”
Prompto: “CRSSH. Sunshine Boy to Little Amicitia. Doing alive, doing well. Nice, nice. Over. CRSSH.”
Iris: “CRSSH. Roger that, Sunshine Boy. CRSSH. Commander R, what’s your status? Over. CRSSH.”
*the two stare expectantly at Ravus*
Ravus: … *heavy sigh* “Commander R, wishing for a quick death. Over… CRSSH.”

Ravus: “You are quite agile in battle, Little Amicitia. It is extremely impressive.”
Iris: “Thanks! Gladdy’s the one that helped me train. Because one day, I’ll be the best bodyguard in the Amicitia clan.”
Ravus: “I would certainly trust my life in your hands that I would your idiotic brother.”
Gladiolus: “You gotta stop bagging on me in front of my sister, Ravus.”
Prompto: “Actually, he does have a point. I sometimes wonder if I can trust you, big guy.”
Gladiolus: “Shut up, Prompto…”

Ravus: “Little Amicitia, was that a moogle I saw you throwing in our last fight?”
Iris: “You like it? It’s the perfect distraction to help out Noct and the others, right?”
Ravus: “It… Has its own charm, I suppose.”
Iris: “Want me to make you one too~?”
Ravus: “…I would enjoy such a gift, actually. Thank you.”
Iris: “Of course!”

Stolen Moments (M)

Characters: Jungkook x reader (ft maknae line & mention of Yugyeom)

Warnings: Mentions of war/death, implications of PTSD, angst & smut

Word count: 19,993

A/N: My best friend @sungvin97 convinced me to share my fanfic so please let me know what you think!

Originally posted by jengkook

June 1941.

You’d counted the days until you’d see him again.

The ocean breeze felt nice against your skin, a cool contrast to the sun hanging high in the afternoon sky. You looked up, shielding your eyes with your hand, as you watched a couple of seagulls fighting against the wind, one gliding in front of the other to hold back the full weight of the wind. You smiled, finding something beautiful about the act, and you lowered your gaze back to the ocean, immediately bringing your hands up to form a makeshift picture frame. There was nothing but blue, blue skies, blue clouds, blue water, blue everything, and it was beautiful to you. You wanted to hold onto it forever, the idea that there were infinite possibilities swimming in the depths of all that blue—infinite possibilities to reach beyond the sky, and infinite possibilities to scavenge beneath the sea—and all you had to do was imagine it, or take hold of it; it didn’t matter, it was yours for the taking.

You hummed to yourself, letting your hands fall to your sides just as a voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulders, towards the grassy hills beyond the beach, weaving along the pathway to the woman shouting over the howling wind. You could barely hear her as she continued to call to you, waving her hands in a circular motion for you to come to her. You stared at her, finding no reason to go to her when you were at peace right where you were. By the looks, you could tell she was rolling her eyes at you, annoyed that you remained as stubborn as you had been as a child, and she cusped her hands in a circle around her mouth, calling out to you for the final time.

“Y/N, he’s back!”

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Happy Birthday, Bucky


Sam has created a chatroom: HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY

Sam has invited Bucky, Steve, Y/N, Nat.

Sam: Happy Birthday, raccoon boy. I’m glad to have been given the chance to know you. I hope you enjoy your birthday, ya jerk.

Steve: Happy Birthday, Buck! I hope we can celebrate many more birthday’s together. Thank you for always being there for me. I’m with you till the end of the line. Love you.

Natasha: С днём рождения! Желаю, чтобы у тебя всё было, а тебе за это ничего бы не было. (Happy birthday! I wish you have it all without repercussions.)

Y/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY!! You deserve the best, and I hope all your wishes comes true. I hope you’re ready to celebrate your birthday later, because we have a big surprise for you.

Sam: … Guys, I think he’s asleep.

Steve: He’s usually awake around this time.

Natasha: Yes but, he’s been tired from his last mission so…

Y/N: … Well, at least we got to wish him before everyone else.

Sam: … Now what?

Steve: Now we barge into his room, and bombard him with hugs.

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Imagine your OTP- Things I've said to my SO
  • "Why the fuck are there three different rolls of paper towels??"
  • "Do we need lessons on how ziplock bags work?"
  • "Taking off my clothes takes effort. I'm sleeping on the futon."
  • "At what point if any did it cross your mind that this might be a bad idea?"
  • "Wake me up if you want something!! Seriously! Sleepy sex is awesome!"
  • "Please kill it. Preferably with fire."
  • "See, this is why we're together. No one else could handle our terrible puns."
  • "I love you. but I swear to you if you keep leaving lunch containers in the sink without putting soapy water in them I will kill you slowly."
  • "Dude, we're old... your brother just left with a 24-pack of bud ready to party, and we're sitting in front of the TV with Netflix and fancy cheese."
  • "These potatoes in the fridge are starting to flower... can I toss them?"
  • "Sleep is for those that haven't been struck with inspiration."
  • "I'll sleep when I'm dead."
  • "Sweetie, I appreciate the thought, but I meant A 50c PACKAGE of reeses, I didn't need the whole candy aisle."
  • "Goddamn it why are you so sweet."
  • "I just got out from babysitting and I am having my tubes tied immediately."
  • "Let me rephrase, I'm getting mongolian. if you'd like, you can come along, but if not, that's cool too. but I want mongolian."
  • "You bought WHAT for HOW MUCH?"
  • "I love your mother, but I almost reached across the table and wrapped my hands around her throat."
  • "Why do we even NEED more bass?"
  • "You may want to hide the alcohol because I may die from how much and how badly I want to drink right now."
  • "Aaaack that freaks me out when you do that!!"
  • "Everything hurts and I'm dying, but I'm not pregnant this month so that's nice."