Warnings: Attempted Street Assault, Mild Marvel typical Violence (Punching)
"Stop! What the hell are you talking about?" The sound from the alley pierced Bucky's ears like a gunshot. But what followed made every alarm bell blast with full force inside his brain.
"Come on, little bitch! You been teasing me this whole evening. It's time I get what you owe me." The man's voice rang with a disgusting rasp. As Bucky rounded the corner he saw as the man held a woman by her neck, pushing her up against the damp wall. He cleared his throat to get their attention.
"I believe the lady said no." He said in a low, warning tone that echoed through the alley. The man snapped his head towards the sound, growling in annoyance. But the second he saw Bucky in his military uniform, he seemed to reconsider his choices. With a dissatisfied groan he let go of the woman's neck, letting her slump against the wall.
"Had enough of that stuck-up prissy anyway..." The man mumbled as he made his way out the alley. He didn't get to finish the sentence. Bucky's fist connected to his jaw with a sickening crunch. He fell to the ground, knocked out cold.
"Are you alright Miss?" He turned to the woman with a concerned expression. With a few quick steps he was beside her, offering his hand to help her up.
"Yes. Thank you." She mumbled with a strained voice. Her hand came up to rub her neck, trying to ease the pain.
"Be more careful next time. Scumbags like him love to pick on ladies half their size." Bucky said with a deep disdain as he looked the unconscious man before turning his attention back to the woman. "I would feel better if you let me accompany you, to make sure you get home safely, Miss...?"
She looked up with a small, grateful smile. Her eyes tracking the three stripes on his sleeve then drifting up to meet his gaze. "I don't think I caught your name, Sergeant."
Warnings: None (Mild fantasy peril/themes of obsession)
@societynsoelsscribbles
The water rippled around the siren's fin as she lounged on the smooth rock. She was watching the ship in the distance, sailing towards their reef with the gentle wave of the colourful flag on the mast. Her eyes were following the captain as the ship approached.
"Who caught your eye, Lyra? Is it a sailor? A pretty boy? A pretty sailor boy?" Another creature chimed in with a cheerful sing-song voice.
"No, Talia. The captain of that ship. The Nocturne." Lyra said with a dreamy smile as her tail flicked playfully in the water. She reached out a hand towards the ship, the sunlight glimmering on her scales with every movement she made. She could make out the captain's features more clearly now. Not that it was anything new, the siren often followed the ship along its route.
"The fiercest crew on all the seven seas. They are more deadly than the wrath of the ocean. Yet they haven't hurt even one of our kind." Lyra continued with a voice full of astonishment. The two of them watched the ship for a moment more before Talia spoke.
"But you know they can resist our songs. It doesn't matter how much we try, we haven't managed to lure in any of them." Talia said with a cautious tone. She was worried about her sister. All the others were. Lyra became infatuated with the captain of The Nocturne lately. They told her it was dangerous, they warned her. She never listened. Talia decided to try one last time as she hid behind a rock. The Nocturne was navigating around the outer reef, preparing to drop the anchor not too far away from them now, yet Lyra didn't hide from sight. "Please keep your distance sister. Admire them from afar. Who knows what they will do to you if they decide you are a threat?"
"You will see. One day," Lyra said as she pushed herself farther up the rock, her eyes fixed firmly on the captain still. "I'm gonna make her mine, all mine."
Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.
Alright, cool cats, it’s time to find your groove, and let the music lead the way.
For June, we’re trying something a little different… but don’t worry, the beat stays the same. There will still be an allocated prompt every day, only this time each prompt will be a song. The full setlist is below.
For anyone who feels a little uncertain, or doesn’t want the pressure of choosing where to start, we’ve also picked a line from each song to help narrow things down as a second option.
But for anyone feeling adventurous? You can absolutely choose another line from the song instead.
Your Scribble must contain at least one line from the song. It does not have to be the line we picked, and you’re welcome to use multiple lines if the music moves you.
We’ve also created a playlist so you can listen along with the full prompt list and really get into the June Jukebox mood.
The Goal: Write a Scribble of 300 words max, including the prompt/lyric line. We’d love people to try and stay as close to that as possible, but we’re here for the vibes, not to slap anyone with a ruler.
The Timing: You have until the end of the day in your own time zone to complete and submit each prompt.
The Swap-Outs: If a certain day’s song isn’t your jam, don’t stress. We’ve made sure there are options to swap out, so you can still keep the music playing.
Rules / Guidelines:
The final day for submissions is July 1st, end of the day in your own time zone. Please be aware that any entries submitted after this will not be added to the event masterlist.
For the event masterlist, we will link any users who have created their own Scribbles masterlist. For anyone who has not created a masterlist, we will link to their preferred profile instead. For example, if you have a sideblog, we will confirm this with you.
Please use the tag #JuneJukeboxScribbles (no spaces) so we can find your creations. Please do not use the tag after the event has ended. You’re also welcome to tag @societynsoelsscribbles if you wish.
Please use appropriate warnings for explicit content, non-con, triggers, etc.
Hard no content: No incest, underage, bestiality, or necrophilia.
Any 18+ entries must be posted by an 18+ listed blog to be included.
Here are no limits on the number of submissions for a prompt. Do as many as you like, just remember to use the #JuneJukeboxScribbles tag!
The target is 300 words, but should you go over, we will not scold, fine, or ban you… as long as you deliver (but please.. try)
The possibilities are endless. Any fandom, pairing, reader insert, OC, character, ship, tone, or genre is welcome; smut, fluff, angst, crack, horror, romance, heartbreak, whatever beat you hear.
Join as often or as little as you like. There is absolutely no pressure. Whether you drop one track or complete the whole album, we’re thrilled to have you playing along.
You can use our event header for your own entries or masterlist, but please credit Society.
So warm up the jukebox, spread the sound and get ready to jive to your own funk… Drum roll please!!!
Prompt list: (Playlist for all songs can be found here)
June 1st - Joy To The World - Three Dog Night / “I never understood a single word he said”
June 2nd - I Wanna Be Bad - Willa Ford / “No I can't promise that I won't do that”
June 3rd - Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin / “And he shows them pearly white”
June 4th - Right Place, Wrong Time - Dr. John / “But I'm having such a good time”
June 5th - Hey! Baby - Bruce Channel / “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”
June 6th - Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish / “I don't think I caught your name”
June 7th - Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”
June 8th - Living La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin / “I feel a premonition”
June 9th - Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die”
June 10th - Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all”
June 11th - Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris / “Tell you a story”
June 12th - Tainted Love - Soft Cell / “I cannot stand the way you tease”
June 13th - Town Without Pity - Gene Pitney / “Only those in love could know”
June 14th - Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry / “Til you die?”
June 15th - Bad Habits - Ed Sheeran / “I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do”
June 16th - Every Breath You Take - The Police / “Every smile you fake”
June 17th - Say Something - A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera / “It was over my head”
June 18th - Come and Get Your Love - Redbone / “What's the matter with you”
June 19th - Raise Your Glass - P!nk / “You can choose to let it go”
June 20th - All Shook Up - Elvis Presley / “Who do you thank when you have such luck?”
June 21st - Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace / “I can't control myself”
June 22nd - Wonderwall - Oasis / “Because maybe”
June 23rd - I Believe In A Thing Called Love - The Darkness / “We'll be rocking till the sun goes down”
June 24th - Groove Is In The Heart - Deee-Lite / “No, I couldn't ask for another”
June 25th - Rude - MAGIC! / “I hate to do this, you leave no choice”
June 26th - Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler / “There's nothing I can do”
June 27th - The Dark End of the Street - James Carr / “That's where we always meet”
June 28th - Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan (with Hozier) / “If I get too close”
June 29th - Mr. Brightside - The Killers / “But it's just the price I pay”
June 30th - Don’t Speak - No Doubt / “I know what you're thinkin'”
Swap-Out Tracks
Praying - Kesha / “I'm proud of who I am”
Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Season of the Witch - Donovan / “When I look out my window”
Cry Me A River - Julie London / “Now you say you love me”
Daydream Believer - The Monkees / “You once thought of me”
Dancing Queen - ABBA / “Anybody could be that guy”
I will not post this to TikTok.... I'm not gonna lie this one... I am not taking any more request at all after this....
Comic by @elsa-fogen but I fear I went too far this time... Even for me this made my stomach finally turn...
I'm not saying I wont keep making content but I'm stopping at rthe requests of songs now because respecting the artist she did this for sa awareness and I support it as I am a survivor of it... But this song is one I hoped never to be requested....
Don't do this to me, I have followed this tumblr since I was 12 (I should not have been on tumblr at 12 but I am now 21...crazy) and now I feel like crying
Wine Mama Loki, the marvel fandom, every fic and art you loved is still there, still present. Everyone is here
The community is still there, just exhausted
Bring back your friends, go talk to them, comment on fics anywhere from 30 years ago to yesterday, comment and reblog art, you're still here, we all are
Never tell a fanfic you're writing how long it's supposed to be. Never even THINK about loose estimates. Never set expectations.
The fic takes it as a challenge. The fic is a brat, and you think you're the dom but you aren't. The fic tells you how long it's going to be and you just listen and nod.
marvel killed off Loki before endgame could start because they knew that if Bucky and Loki were on screen together the sheer amount of cunt served would have stopped Thanos in his tracks
Reader, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Asgardians (Marvel), Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes
Additional Tags:
Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Jotunn Loki, Loki is kinda ooc??, BAMF Reader, Y/N Used for Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Improper use of magic
This fic is based on the wonderfully cruel Incompatible frequencies AU by @elsa-fogen
This comic has shattered my heart into thousand pieces then stomped on in for good measure. With the first two chapters only.
So I made it ehm... definitely not wholesome, it's very much not wholesome a different kind of angst.
AKA Vox is an asshole (but he's not THAT much of a dick)
"Did you like it?"
"No."
"Pffhh— It's just because you don't know how to kiss."
"It's because it's weird and gross..." The bridge of Alastor's twitched as he curled in on himself. "... absolutely disgusting." He mumbled to himself.
"Disgusting?" Vox echoed with visible disappointment on his screen. After a second his display glitched into anger. "Disgusting?! What the fuck, Alastor?!" He snarled, his clawed fingers tightened around Alastor's jaw. "I jump at every whim of yours for a whole fucking year and the moment it would be your turn to hold up your end of the deal... it's suddenly disgusting?"
Alastor's already shallow breathing stilled. Fear? Is this what fear feels like? "I–I can't..." He stuttered between ragged gasps, pressing himself up to the headboard. "I—I need a minute..."
Vox's wires snapped around his wrists, pulling them away from Alastor's chest, it made him tremble. He still didn't let go of his jaw. Vox raised to his knees between Alastor's thighs, looking down on him. Expressionless. The silence stretched for long seconds between them.
He noticed his smile straining too much at the edges revealing tightly gritted teeth, his dilated pupils, the beads of sweat rolling down on his temples.
Shivers.
The fearsome Radio Demon was shivering before him.
Vox sighed. Then he pushed off of the bed. His wires slowly entangled themselves from Alastor's wrists.
Neither of them said anything.
Vox pulled up his trousers, buckling the belt as he walked to the kitchen area. He poured two glasses of whiskey, setting one down to the bedside table. He searched his discarded jacket for his pack of cigarette, putting one between his lips. Then he slowly pushed the remaining pack towards Alastor, not looking at him.
After minutes of silence, when he heard the Alastor's breathing even out slightly, he spoke.
"If you really find me that disgusting, why did you agreed to this deal?" He scoffed quietly. The anger has subsided but the disappointment. That still lingered.
"It's not you." Alastor gasped out. "Not just you." He added as he gathered the courage to pull a blanket around his still shivering form. "I just don't understand how could anyone find anything pleasurable in this... this abhorrent, vile activity." His hand scrambled for the cigarette pack, taking one out. Vox handed him the lighter without a word.
"That's a bit of an overreaction, don't you think?" He leaned back on the bed to stare at the ceiling, exhaling a column of smoke from his screen. The emotions still unreadable on it.
"No, it's not an overreaction." Alastor stated with his voice regaining back some strength now that Vox wasn't making advances on him. "Every time anyone touching me like that. With that intention..." He took a long drag of his lit cigarette. "It...it makes me nauseous."
Vox was silent again. Contemplating. The very idea was foreign to him. He tried to understand. But all that was there was the sheer humiliation that burned in his chest. Again.
"Well that has to be the stupidest shit I've ever heard. You've got to be special kind of freak to not like sex." He bit out as he sit up from the bed. One of his hands stretched towards Alastor. He clenched the blanket tighter against himself and bit his cigarette.
But Vox's hand stilled before him, staying outstretched. "Gimme your hand." He demanded calmly, waiting for Alastor to comply.
He swallowed hard enough to be heard but slowly put one of his hand into Vox's, who grabbed it firmly.
"I do not wish to continue this deal." He said simply. His screen displaying careful neutrality. "We can agree that you are free from your obligation and so am I."
Alastor's eyes widened from surprise as he looked at Vox's screen. A runner-up overlord like him would not just offer letting a debt like that slip, would he? "In exchange of what?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"Nothing." Vox answered plainly.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing. I want nothing... to do with you... anymore."
The chains appeared briefly between their joined hands before broking away completely.
Vox snatched his hand away, draping his jacket over his arm. His frame stopped at the door, fingers gripping the handle hard before leaving with some muttered words. "Farewell, Alastor."
