warp battle

A Messed Up Place | Eleven

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Truths are revealed.

Warnings: Lots of shouting — an extremely heated argument takes place. Lots of name-calling and swearing. Excessive use of the word ‘fuck’.

Notes: Written for @hellomissmabel’s birthday/2k celebration.

It is honestly a relief to finally be able to write this chapter. This was the first scene that popped into my head all those weeks ago, when I first planned AMUP. I have been dying to write it ever since. Anyway. Much angst ahead. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Bucky takes a hefty swig out of his water bottle. The icy water is a cooling salve as it trickles down his throat.  He takes a few more sips as he towels off his wet hair and glances around the empty, dimly lit gym.

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Mistake: A fitting weapon for a vessel doomed to fail before even emerging from the mold. The fruit of errors and broken promises put together and given a second chance.
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A bunch of broken nails grafted and tied together taking a heavy, unwieldy form.

Congregation: The fortification of a group, warped by battle and experience. A nail that grew as battles rewarded it.
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Those same nails, along with more added to the weapon. For each battle won, this “Nail” grows and twists further.

[Past] Together:  Memories. The fruit of what happened. Everything that made one grow, coiled and twisted together. A promise.
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The proof of a life of survival. Humongous and horrifying, a weapon that grew with it’s wielder.

some mistake, part 8

First part of chapter three! Also haha uh this is the last completed section of this fic, so I’m just going to leave it here for a while. I’m sorry!!! The next part is like 80% done, but I feel like this is a cleaner break point, because things turn weird again soon. But who knows! Maybe I’ll get it together for once and hammer out the rest! Anyway, thanks a million to all you beautiful people for reading!! You folks are the best.  ♥ ♥



The first thing Derek does after dumping his bag in the new room he now shares with C is take off for the rink, to see if the guys are around. Chowder wasn’t in their room, which figures, since he’s been back for a few days already, but neither is he in the lobby with Tango and the rest of the new sophomores, or lying in the grass with Rans and Holtzy in the spot Shitty and Johnson claimed for them when Derek was a wee, impressionable freshman.

Ford, who’s sporting a new pair of glasses and demolishing Whiskey in a game of Guess Who, tells him Chowder went to visit a townie friend, and Derek almost crashes through the lobby doors in his hurry to get to the woods. C must already be chilling with Dex, probably gorging themselves on Bitty’s pie or skipping rocks with Lardo and Tater, which would kinda suck since Derek doesn’t know how to find his way in there alone. He waves a casual goodbye to the others as Holster reminds him about their first team breakfast tomorrow, and takes off. He hasn’t seen either of his best friends for over two months.

To his surprise, they aren’t deep in the forest when he locates them. They’re perched on a low, thick branch near Derek’s hollow, swinging their feet and eating the syrupy ice pops that the nearby convenience mart sells by the box. Chowder’s lips are stained purple; he grins around the plastic tube dangling from his mouth, bringing up one hand to shield himself as Dex flicks red droplets of melted cherry popsicle at his face.

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Chocobro Headcanons
  • Prompto and Noctis have an ongoing competition between them involving how many times they can slap each others’ butts during the day.
  • This usually ends up with them chasing each other around wherever it is they’re staying and someone (Prompto) almost always gets an injury from it.
  • The best one was when, during a battle, Noctis warped up behind Prompto, slapped his butt and then warped away before the sharpshooter could do anything about it and had to keep fighting.
  • Ignis and Gladio just don’t get what the point of the whole competition is (but Gladio has totally joined in on more than one occasion).
  • Prompto is scared of the dark and has to sleep with a light on no matter if they’re staying in the tent or in a hotel.
  • Ignis gets rather angry when any of the other guys swear, and many lectures about manners have been given (and all of them have fallen on deaf ears).
  • Most of the lectures are given to Prompto, as the blonde is prone to shrieking expletives when startled…which happens a lot.
  • Noctis and Prompto always try to have eating contests with Gladio, but Gladio always absolutely smashes them, no matter how much they insist he cheated or that they need another rematch.
  • The last person to wake up every morning (Noctis) is always subject to having their face drawn on with a Sharpie by others (Prompto and Gladio).
Meeting Him (Gladiolus)

My first Gladdy Story! I have some major love for the big guy. So, this story is kind of an intro to pave the way for part two (maybe some smut?). I can’t wait to get into this!

XXX

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ktrovosky asked for some ronsey tattoo aftercare and I honestly live to serve adriana so I wrote what was supposed to be a drabble and is actually 1.8k :’)

idk how gay and sad you wanted this to be but hoooo boy it is both


Gansey finds him swaddled in cling wrap like a miserable cafeteria sandwich, his fine freckled back drenched in black and red.

“Jesus Christ.”

Ronan glances over his shoulder at him and bares his teeth.

“Badass, right?”

Gansey tuts, an impossibly condescending noise inherited from a long line of impossible, condescending people. “Declan will be livid.”

Ronan’s face twists, but he doesn’t move to spit or break or topple like he usually would. Gansey realizes all at once it’s because he’s paralyzed by pain. 

He steps closer, trying not to visibly hover.

Fuck Declan. What can he do to me that hasn’t already been done?”

Gansey rolls his eyes. “Oh but he’s constantly outdoing himself.”

“I wasn’t talking about things he’s done,” Ronan says darkly, and Gansey’s mouth twitches, indulgent.

“No. You weren’t, were you.” Gansey fingers the peeling edge of the second skin holding Ronan’s tattoo together, and he twitches violently. “He could cut you off,” Gansey suggests.

Ronan scoffs, as he knew he would. “Good thing I have a filthy fucking loaded best friend.”

Gansey warms. This has been their inside (and only) joke in the broken glass marathon of the last few months. Declan is the obstacle and Gansey the solution. He wishes it didn’t make him feel so gorgeously needed.

He wishes Ronan wasn’t in this warped custody battle between brother and friend at all, that he hadn’t found himself in sudden need of that kind of parental display. He wishes Niall Lynch would walk in right now and fill the room up wall to wall to ceiling, leather and whiskey, ground shaking laughter and crystal cruel eyes.

“What is it?” He asks quietly, eyeing the puffy black lines twisting Ronan’s back into something as angry as his insides.

Ronan shrugs delicately. “Lots of shit. Nightmares.” He seems to find this funny for some reason, and his back quakes.

“May I?” Gansey asks, a tender palm at the nape of Ronan’s neck just above where the mess begins.

He shrugs again, but there’s new tension in him, and a silence that Gansey doesn’t understand.

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Ready Day One - Introduction

Patrons of the Battle Complex were usually inundated with the miserable stench of defeat upon first arrival. However, the stench was accompanied by the sweet aroma of victory and these auras swirled together in a mass of excitement and nerves. The faint of heart buckled under the pressure as the Complex breathed new life into those who deemed it necessary to catapult themselves to the top of the heap. It was intoxicating in a way that only a true trainer could understand. The common trainer was not welcome here without the money to back them and the common wild pokemon was looked down upon.

The common type just didn’t belong and wouldn’t make it. It was a sad and unfortunate truth but nothing to cry about.

The Battle Complex’s reputation was that of the true elite. Champions - both past and present - from all regions battled and trained in these halls. Multiregional Champions made their rounds here as well and the competition was fierce. The unyielding thirst for victory drenched the Complex in a toxic mix of irrational fear and snobby cliquish behavior.

Nobodies were nobodies until they could prove themselves. This was another sad but unfortunate truth.

The ultimate goal? To reach the sitting Complex Executive Officer. Or at least, that was what every trainer claimed when they drew their pokemon out of the lots and set foot on the battlefield.

The pokemon were specially built for this environment. Day in and day out, they would fight because that was the only thing they could do. That was the only thing they would ever do. Perfectly able to listen to trainers of all skill levels. Defeat was not an option for them. It was brutal.

It was the norm.

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The stupid Doctor tries to ransom Janeway by stealing Voyager’s warp core for some Overlookers, but instead leaves Voyager stranded without a captain, core, or doctor.

+5 points for the Doctor being badass when he wants to be
-10 points for disobeying direct orders
+2 points for at least leaving a clue for Tuvok and Paris to come rescue them

Star Trek: Voyager, “Renaissance Man” S7E23

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I like the idea behind this design but one thing I dont want to happen is that it get too complicated to draw. I think the last sketch needed to be simplified so these work a lil better.

For the most part I want this character to be kinda toony. Dreamy is essentially like discord or bill cipher  but without the mean streak. Instead of ruining everyone’s life they’d rather turn reality into a fun and peaceful realm where folks can chill or have fun. If they ever did run into a reality bending baddy they would try to befriend them I guess or make a game out of reality warping battles

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