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bet-on-me-13 · 3 months

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The Villains Daughter

So! Years ago, back when the Justice League was only just starting out, only a year or two after their initial team-up, they had one of their biggest battles to date. A group of Extra-Dimensional Beings had burst into their reality, hellbent on destroying a Government Facility and the nearby small town in Illinois.

They barely managed to beat the Invading Army back, although the Government Facility and a part of the nearby Town had been destroyed in the battle.

Later, they would learn about what had happened. Apparently the Government Base, called a GIW Facility, had managed to finally Crack the secret to Interdimensional Travel a few days earlier. Unfortunately, they had opened a Portal into a Dimension known as the Ghost Zone, ruled over by a Tyrant King who wanted to enslaved all world under him. Their Breaching of the GZ had alerted the Tyrant King to the existence of their Dimension, and he had launched an immediate Invasion to try and take it over.

And the evidence supported this.

Wonder Woman shared Legends of her People, telling that their Founding Ancestor had fled the rule of a Tyrant King when she passed into the Afterlife.

Zatara shared his Magic Tomes, showing them passages detailing the horrific Rule of the Tyrant King of the Infinite Realms.

They even asked Boston Brand, the Deadman and resident Ghost about it. He hadn't been the the Ghost Zone in Years, but even he told them that he had personally fled the Tyrant King.

And they also learned that when the Tyrant King set his eyes on something, he did not falter on his Warpath to acquire it. The Tyrant King, Pariah Dark, would be back for their World, again and again.

And they needed to be prepared. This Battle was what kickstarted their true Commitment to the idea of a Team. They knew they could not defeat Pariah Dark alone, so they needed to remain as a Team.

But there was another thing that came about from the Battle.

While the JLA had been helping clean up, Wonder Woman came across a strange sight. A Baby had been left in the rubble of the GIW Building.

She asked around, investigated, and did all she could to find the babies parents. At first she thought that one of the GIW Agents had brought their kid to work that day, but their records indicated that none of the Agents had children of that Age. And Neither did any of the other workers who worked on the base, like the Janitors or the Kitchen Staff. And of they did, all of their children were accounted for.

She eventually came to the conclusion that the Baby must belong to somebody in the nearby Town, but that lead led nowhere either.

She finally came to the conclusion that the Baby's parents must have died in the Invasion, a very unfortunate but very real possibility. She was going to place her into the System, but over the course of her investigation she had grown fond of the Child.

She decided to Adopt the baby herself. She didn't know the child's name, so she had to come up with a new one.

"How do you like the name, Stella?"

The baby gurgled in delight.

...

Over the next decade of their Teams Existence, the Justice League had to fend off the Legions of the Ghost King's Army many more times. It seemed that Pariah had grown wise to the fact that they were the ones defending the Human Realm, as almost all of the later attacks were directed on them personally.

It made sense, they were the First Line of Defense against his Armies, if he managed to defeat them, their World would soon fall.

But they dealt with the attacks as they came. They had made it their mission to defend their Home from the Forced of Pariah Darks Army, and they would not falter now, or ever.

In the case of Wonder Woman, he Daughter had grown to be a fine little lady. Stella had eventually developed Powers similar to her mother, in that she could fly and had super strength, and had begged to be trained as a Hero.

And who was Diana to deny her Daughter her greatest wish? Over the next 5 years, Diana trained Stella in the ways of the Amazon's. Then, when Stella was 15, she had her join the newly formed Young Justice.

She made a great group of friends on that Team, and even started going by Ellie as a Nickname. Her best friend was by far Conner, though she didn't know why she felt such a strong connection to him? It felt like she could relate to him, but her situation was completely different?

Ah well, her Mom wouldn't mind having another kid, would she? She always wanted a Brother!

...

Meanwhile in the Ghost Zone, the Ghost King was getting anxious. After 15 years, his Agents in the Human Realm had finally managed to set up the Ritual needed to Summon Him into the Human Realm.

Who knew that accepting the Ghost King's Throne would bar him from entering the Human Realm through normal Means? He couldn't even use the Portal, he needed to be summoned or he simply wouldn't be able to leave his new home dimension.

But now, it was almost time. Just another year or two, and he would finally be able to enter the Human Realm. He would finally be able to Find Her. His Daugther.

Danny would finally be able to reunite with his daughter, Ellie.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Justice League #Wonder Woman #Diana adopts Ellie #Ellie was kidnapped by the GIW #Ellie was deaged so her Core would be able to grow alongside her Body #She doesn't know she even has powers aside from her flight and strength #They all just think that he is an unregistered classification of Metahuman and that's why her blood work didn't come back with a Meta Gene #Ellie Joins Young Justice #She is extremely uncomfortable when Superman rejects Connor but she doesn't know why #The Justice League thinks that Danny is a Villain #They think that he is Pariah Dark #Just under a new name #The whole world thinks that Danny is the greatest Supervillain to ever live #Including Ellie #She does not react well when she finds out that the World Greatest Evil is her Dad #Especially since she doesn't have the context #Danny attacked the JLA because she could sense that they had his daughter #He thought they were working with the GIW

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halfghostwriter · 1 year

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I’ve seen quite a few good ficlets of Ellie calling out “Daddy” or “Papa” and having Danny show up in a blaze of glory in front of the Justice League, which is all well and good, but you know what I want?

I want Danny, and by extension Ellie, to be established as a massive force of strength by having him simply bring her home

Imagine, if you will, that members of the Justice League have been trying to track down Ellie. Perhaps she destroyed a GIW facility, inadvertently revealing the government branch’s existence to the JL in the carnage. Or maybe a massively powerful ghost had attacked a city, and was taken down by Ellie single-handedly. Either way, the JL doesn’t want to hurt her, just talk and figure out whether or not she’s a threat. And if she’s not a threat, well, she seems so young, she probably needs a helpful, guiding hand, right?

So the JL members, let’s go with Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and let’s throw Martian Manhunter in there too, they track down Ellie, and try to approach her, but before they get the chance, a powerful villain attacks, like, say, an Amazo. Yeah, let’s go with an Amazo.

So, they’re fighting off this Amazo, and Ellie tries to step in and help, but Amazo mimics her powerful ectoplasmic attacks, injuring her greatly. Before any of the JL can get to her to make sure she wasn’t fatally wounded, she screams out a word in another language, and the sky tears open. A large hands rips through the rift, slamming the Amazo into the ground. As the hand lifts, it reveals that the Amazo is now completely frozen in green-tinted ice. Of course, this display also distracts the Justice League from the second rift opening up beneath Ellie, the hand from said rift gently cupping Ellie and carrying her through. After the second hand has fully carried Ellie through, and the second rift is closed, the first hand pulls back up and the initial rift closes. It’s only once both rifts are closed that the heroes realize that the young girl is gone. It doesn’t take long for them to put two and two together.

Back in the ghost zone, Lord Phantom, ancient of space, frets over his tiny clone’s injuries.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc fanfic #dpxdc #justice league

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youcalledsworld · 1 year

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Looking for a Mother.

Danny Phantom had a problem. Actually he had two problems, both problems came from Vlad. No, one problem is Vlad and the other is caused by Vlad.

The first problem is how he could sentence Vlad to "death" in the most painful way that could last years. The second problem was how he could help his daughter who now only had her ghost half and was forced into her core because her human side couldn't keep her ghost half stable.

When he went to Frostbite he got a solution to his second problem. He just had to find a woman to carry Ellie to term so she can grow a new human half. Sadly, that created a third problem.

Frostbite told Danny that Sam or Valerie (who both loved Ellie and would do anything for her) or any other mortal woman wouldn't be able to handle the power coming from Ellie's core. So now Danny had to look for a woman who was willing enough to hold the responsibility bearing his child and strong enough to survive childbirth.

And with Danny's responsibility as King he couldn't just leave to look for a woman to bear his child. He also couldn't ask his court or allies to look for someone for him. Because they would either kidnap someone or to use this situation to make a move for more power.

The Justice League had a problem. They actually had two, one was Darkseid and the other was Brainiac. The League got an emergency from Oa asking for help against Brainiac. So the league sent some of its heaviest hitters, which include the Supers, Captain Marvel, the Green Lanterns, the Flash, Zatanna and other non powered leaguers for help.

So of course Darkseid used that as a distraction to invade earth. And the league was losing, so John Constantine came up with the plan to use the new Ghost King to deal with Darkseid.

The others were sceptical but John told them he was a good kid who would help for free if he could. Sadly, he couldn't because when summoned the summoner or those around him had to give something in return for his help. Which was usually food or space rocks.

So reluctantly they started the summoning with the sacrifice they decided to give (two home cooked meals from Martha Kent and Alfred Pennyworth). They all started to feel cold even Batman in his temperature regulated suit.

Wonder Woman shivered with he blade in hand ready to jump into action at anytime.

After the summoning was complete they asked the Ghost King to help them with Darkseid. They were about to give him the meals but surprisingly he asked them to hold it for now because he has something he would like to ask for. So he told all but Wonder Woman to leave the room because he has something to ask her that only she out of everyone here could help with.

#Danny Phantom #Wonder Woman #Danielle Phantom #Justice League #dp x dc #does wonder woman say yes?#john constantine #Batman #darkseid #brainiac #vlad plasmius #does wonder woman instead takes Danny to someone who could help #does she use this opportunity to link Danny Phantom to the Justice League and her people?#martha kents home cooked meals #alfred pennyworth home cooked meal #ghost king danny #Ghost King Danny Phantom #summoning #adult Danny Phantom

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theatrum-tenebrarum · 2 years

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Misunderstanding Lucifer from the Sandman series and why Gwendoline Christie is the right choice (an art historian and occultist's opinion)

I am writing this post as I'm absolutely baffled by the issues people seem to have with the portrayal of the character of Lucifer in the Sandman series. For some reason people find it problematic that the fallen angel is played by Gwendoline Christie, a powerful and androgynous-looking woman, but there is seemingly no problem with Lucifer being played by a black-haired man in the nightclub business (Tom Ellis in the Netflix series 'Lucifer'). Don't get me wrong, Tom Ellis is entertaining and wonderful to watch, but that particular version of Lucifer is neither canon when it comes to the comics nor does it have anything to do with the actual angel Lucifer.

Angels are genderless beings and they have always been portrayed as androgynous in the history of art. Multiple literary sources, including grimoires (books with supposed instructions on how to summon these beings and many others), state that angelic beings as well as demons are able to change their appearance. Many of those forms they might take aren't even humanoid and they can choose not to show any physical form at all. They aren't corporeal beings, the fact that they do take on any resemblance of a physical form is just so humans can understand them better. That's why we've been painting them as human-like ever since the early times of human civilization. What we make to be similar to us is what makes it comprehensible. Portraying beings from other dimensions/realms as human-like but with androgynous features is a way to show they don't belong in the physical dimension, as gender is likely a non-existent concept in other realms of existence. Androgyny of mythical beings, therefore, emphasizes the fact they are different than physical beings such as humans.

Therefore, when portraying an angelic being in art, or in any type of media, making them androgynous is making way for their essence to come through. In a way, the same applies to the way elves are portrayed as ethereal and androgynous since they don't have to be corporeal beings at all, at least when it comes to folklore. I know this opinion might not be understandable to others or it might sound controversial, but I believe that not portraying an angelic being as androgynous and not showing any signs of their divine origin (these include mannerisms that emphasize their etheriality for example, a cadence in their voice that is different etc.) is a huge missed opportunity that might rob these interesting mythical beings of what they are. Not making angels feel like angels beats the point of having an angel character (in a movie, series or video game for example) in the first place.

This is why Gwendoline Christie is the right choice. At a height of 6′ 3″ (1.91 m), captivatingly pale. androgynous with a powerful specific sort of grace and presence - a perfect 'vessel' for the Morning Star. What's more, she understands the importance, complexity, grandeur and the mythical dimension of the figure of Lucifer, as well as the whole 'spirituality' of the Sandman universe which is rather evident from her approach to this role and the interviews she has given so far. I might go so far to say that, even though the Sandman series isn't even out yet (though there is some footage available already), the casting of Gwendoline as Lucifer feels right just as the casting of Lee Pace as Thranduil in the Hobbit felt right and I consider the character of Thranduil to be the best portrayal of a humanoid mythical being on TV. Lee felt like an elven king, moved like an elven king, spoke like an elven king and radiated an energy of the dimension the elven king might have come from (I'm talking about the folkloric 'Otherworld' where elves supposedly live). I feel the same might apply to Gwendoline and Lucifer.

As an occultist, art historian, anthropologist and someone who is rather fond of the figure of Lucifer, I am looking forward to seeing how Gwendoline interprets him. Finally, we might get something completely different from a frequently portrayed 'demonic' side/version of this important mythical character. We might just see the Light Bringer who has not forgotten his divine origin.

- Heidi (@theatrum-tenebrarum)

Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer (The Sandman series on Netflix, out 5th August 2022)

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val-cansalute · 4 months

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PICKING UP THE ———- PIECES -———

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cw: smut below the cut, mdni, cunnilingus LOOOOOOL, fingering, tribbing… but, like, some dirty talk 😥 idk ppl… idk… still got like three chapters left 🐺 proofread but not very well cuz i’m gonna fall asleep

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If you squint hard enough--

“Yep, it’s fixing up pretty nice, kid.”

-- you can just about make out the flecks of dust flickering in the influx of honeyed light through your windows.

“Not swollen anymore.”

And you can watch them flutter gently in mid-air, never quite meeting the ground.

You could watch them forever. Just sitting here, just like this, just like them, basking in the gentle warmth of the sunlight, the hazy sound of the nurse woman’s voice, suspended in the incessant grip of your pathetic melancholy.

“You should be fine to be back up on your feet now. Should try getting some fresh air soon.”

Her voice comes back into focus immediately.

There are stages to grief – so they say. But, to you, it feels more like a whirlpool of every emotion you’ve ever felt that you’ve been stuck in for what seems like forever, only growing in ferocity as time passes.

Been stuck in the same stage for a while. Been feeling like some external force has just been dragging your body to places day to day, not fully aware of what’s going on around you. And, as you said, soon as you can walk again, you’re out of here.

Are you even allowed to grieve a person you slaughtered?

“Yeah. Will do.”

That’s the signal. A week or so and you’ll be gone.

Do you have a plan? Do you need one? It’s not like you’re running away. You’re leaving – just, without telling anyone. You’ll just pack your shit and… go… where?

Roam?

It’s morning, the light that follows the storm-ridden, long, harsh hours of night, and the eery stillness of the snow blankets the earth now, though it was once pummelling towards the ground in malignant winds.

Ellie had woken up before you, and quickly ensured that wasn’t an issue by seemingly putting all her power into each step she took and object she lifted and aggressive sniffle or violent coughing.

What a pleasant way to wake up.

She quickly rushed off to the stables, thanking you for letting her stay the night, and once she was gone, you realised that there was an odd air of domesticity in your interactions now. You weren’t sure how to feel, so you sat in silence for a moment, until a knock interrupted your thoughts.

Without a lock to keep the pests out, the nurse woman quickly ended up inside your house, nagging you about your refusal to open the door as she looked at your ankle.

Everything happens for a reason, you suppose, since you came to the realisation that there was nothing binding you to this place any longer.

A few minutes pass, moments obscured by the depth at which you sank into your thoughts, and the nurse is helping you lull your trembling left leg into taking a step forward, when a harsh gust of icy wind envelops your skin. The door slams shut.

Ellie seems to be fond of making annoying entrances when it comes to you.

You inspect her movements curiously as she shakes the snow off her boots from over your shoulder, wondering why she’s back but not feeling even a sliver of disdain.

Eventually, she looks up to meet the pair of you’s eyes and clears her throat bringing her gloved hand to the nape of her neck to scratch.

“Hey,” she breathes out, to which you nod before carrying on with your miserable attempt at walking again, though you’re tentative to Ellie’s every movement from behind you.

The sound of that familiar creak tells you she’s sat down on your shitty mattress, and a small sniffle tells you… well, nothing.

You try to turn your focus back to the nurse woman whose eyes are trained on your leg, a smile gracing her lips when you make it back to the bed smoothly.

“There. You’re all set, kid, just keep it moving and you’ll be back to normal in no time. I’ll come check up on you in a day or two, alright? I’ll, uh… leave you two be, then.”

You hum half-heartedly, still slightly cotton-minded, watching her leave and the door close before you turn to look at Ellie looking back up at you.

“You’re back?”

With a mischievous smirk, she reveals a small jar from the side pocket of her threadbare backpack, stuffed with pure weed,

“Yeah. Thought you might want some of this.”

You take a seat beside Ellie, her eyes lingering on your every movement before you look up and meet her gaze.

“Where’d you even get that?”

“Hmm, I’ll show you next time we’re together on patrol. Here, take this.”

She hands you a blunt and you look over it cautiously, trying to mask your lack of experience and simultaneously ignore the blush of your cheeks induced by Ellie’s somehow sustained smirk.

She takes a lighter from her pocket and brings it to the tip as you hold it between your pursed lips, silently beckoning you to go ahead.

The warmth fills your chest; a pleasant wave of tingles overcomes you, like your insides turning to fuzz, and you let go, watching the smoke dance upwards and dissipate in the air separating you from Ellie.

You pass it to her, taking note of the way her lips wrap around the same place yours did moments before while your high already settles in.

Lightweight.

Maybe that’s why her eyes seem to pierce with excruciating intensity now. You look down instead and toy with the frayed end of your tattered jeans.

“You know what I realised?” she murmurs, taking another puff before continuing,

“You’ve been here for, what, half a year now?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s… actually kind of a long time. But you still act the same as you did when you first arrived.”

“Do I?”

Ellie breathes out and passes you the blunt, nodding. Your eyes don’t leave her lips.

“Yeah. Still… you know.”

“Yeah, well… I just don’t really get along with those people.”

“Those people?”

You look up and Ellie’s got a shit-eating grin plastered across her face as you jump to your own defence.

“Woooooooooo-”

“Wha- I- I didn’t mean it like that!”

“-ooooooooooo-”

Her voice is muffled by the contact of her face with the pillow you bombard her with.

“Ow! Fucking… Asshole.”

You chuckle, taking a long drag before muttering, your voice barely above a rasp,

“Bet you don’t like that, huh?”

The mattress shifts beside you as Ellie moves closer. You don’t look, but you can hear the playfulness in her words.

“Yeah, actually, I don’t.”

Silence overwhelms the room, the slow infiltration of hot smoke which now lays thick in the air rendering you too fuzzy to speak. Your fingers brush Ellie’s calloused ones as you pass her the blunt, dragging your dilated eyes to look into hers, still appearing somewhat sober.

“You dont mean that about me though, right?”

“Hm?”

“You know… The thing you said before. That you just don’t really get along with most of the people here. Cuz we get along pretty fucking well.”

Before you can hide it, you face breaks out into a grin,

“Why, would it really upset you if I meant you too?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

There’s a gentle buzzing in your chest that develops into wholehearted laughter before you realise it, contagious to Ellie, whose own lips give up trying to repress the smile playing on them now.

“I just mean… I know there’s not many people… as awesome and cool as me here, one could say, but-” she continues before you cut her off,

“-Butt-”

“-But, I don’t know, we’re kind of friends, right?”

“… One could say.”

“Right.”

Now, your heart’s racing and there’s a growing ache nestled between your legs, because the sight of Ellie’s own legs spread as she falls back to lean against the wall is not for the weak.

And you… You are weak.

“Unless you keep looking at me like that.” Her words rip through the warmth of the silence so you realise you had gone silent as you shamelessly stared.

“What?”

“You’re staring. Think you got a little something there too,” she leans in to wipe the imaginary drool at the corner of your lip but you sluggishly swat her hand away.

“Fuck off, I do not. And I am not.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Suddenly, the way her eyelids lay heavy over her forest green eyes, scleras tinged pink, becomes almost hypnotic, addictive.

“Yeah.”

So much so that you almost choke on your words.

“I think you are.”

Like you’re going to suffocate, unable to inhale steadily as she leans closer for the billionth time, clearly searching for the same relief you are, and her breath gently fans your lips.

“Think you’ve been staring for a while…

Think you want something real bad, huh?”

That pounding heartbeat, the shaking of your hands, this feeling is akin to fear. It’s almost terrifying how bad you want it, so you turn away and bring the blunt to your mouth again, forcing her to watch you breathe the hot air into her anticipating, flushed face. She closes her eyes, and then opens them, to see you looking right back with parted lips.

Finally, she places a gentle touch to your cheek, gracefully wrapping her other hand’s fingers around the weed in yours and flicking it into the nonexistent world surrounding you carelessly, closing the distance between the two of you once and for all.

There is a gentle sickness in the wetness with which your tongues dance against each other, and it is exhilarating in a way that makes you forget everything; in a way that makes the only thing echoing in your mind the intoxicating sound of lips smacking and Ellie’s deep groans into you, warm saliva coating the skin around your mouth.

For once, there is no reluctance in the intimacy you provide, and it has proven to be the most effective antidote to your problems yet.

Amid the rapacity, Ellie’s lips wonder further, engulfing the skin beyond, that which is your jaw, up to your flushed earlobes, and it’s so near, so tender, that it overwhelms your brain, heightening your high to unchartered altitudes. You can hear her every movement and every moan - feel it stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before, as her hands roam across the expanse of your body and settle on your tits before gently circling your nipples so that your hips buck into her shamelessly.

Ellie takes note of your sensitivity, half-lidded eyes looking into yours drunkenly as she makes her way to your chest, gliding her tongue around your raised nipple and gently pulling on the other. Your body is like a furnace, aching for her with ferocity. She knows; she burns just as bright.

Ellie’s hungry, desperate to taste you, to indulge in every drop of your flavour and savour it. So she’s sucking on your tit with such fervour, leaving a trail of spit as she wraps her lips around the other, that you find yourself pushed back against the pillows, yearning to just rip the fabric of the shirt that still rests at your collarbone right off of you.

Instead you lay still, letting the overcoming take you, and watch her with fascination, raking shaky fingers into her bound, auburn locks.

She moans into your skin at the touch and you can feel it in your pussy, the way it drips for her. Lucky for it, she makes her way down, one hand still groping desirously at your tit, the other ghosting over the waistband of your pants subconsciously. God, you need it, a thousand times over and then a million over again.

Ellie’s at your hipbone, infuriatingly close to where you need her, and you’re trembling with anticipation, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Fuck… take ‘em off…”

She smirks up at you dazedly, and you resist the urge to shove her head back into you,

“You want me?”

“Yes, fuck… Ellie, please.”

She hooks her fingers into your belt loops and pulls them down without further question, dragging your underwear down too, almost fast enough to not notice the wet spot in them.

Almost.

Her relishing the sight of the fat jiggling as her hand slaps your tit and you jerking forward juxtaposes the lazy kiss she presses to your swollen clit, hands moving to your thighs as she pulls you closer.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

Gently sucking the bud into her plump lips pushes a breathy moan out of you in grateful relief and, as you grind against her tongue, she runs the tip of it teasingly up your weeping slit so that you’re reduced to a picturesque masterpiece of nothingness above her, with your head thrown back and your mouth hanging open, sweet whimpers trailing out, and your glistening chest displayed beautifully.

And the way you rut your cunt up against her, aching to feel her tongue deeper, aching to have her inside, makes her thrust against the pillow like a dog in heat for some semblance of relief, friction. You want to be the one to give it to her. Each husky groan pushes you further, the vibrations against your cunt sending you to heaven and back.

Ellie’s mouth is the fucking greatest, the swirl and suck a godsend to your clouded mind, with its focus streamlined to your pussy, so you moan deafeningly when two rough fingers slip into you and pump in and out of your viscous walls rapidly.

The sound of her slurping fills the room, and it is filthy, pornographic, but you’re moaning and twitching against her regardless, your pussy clenching tight for her, squeezing and pulling in her digits ravenously.

Soon, embarrassingly soon, your hips jerk, overwhelmed with delicious, warm ripples of pleasure throughout your body, and your eyes roll back as you tense and cum in her mouth for what seems like forever, but she holds you down, her lips and fingers never letting up.

Your sweaty figure is hunching over, stomach tensed and caving in, resisting the stimulation to your sensitive clit, with the hand laced through her hair now pushing her away despite the fact that you love it. Her eyes are closed and she’s wholly immersed in your essence and your whimpers, lapping at the slick pouring out of your pussy greedily with a gentle shake of her head between your quivering thighs.

A moan of your name and she’s up, humming in devious satisfaction, and giving your fucked out face a pussydrunk grin, your milky cum painting the lower half of her face so it glistens stunningly.

She shoves her fingers into your open mouth, muttering a quiet, “Fuck,” through laboured breaths as you suck on them, tasting yourself. Before she can go back in, pulling them away, you reach out to her desperately and smash her lips against yours again, pussy throbbing simply because she exists, as she lets out a small noise in shock but quickly moves in tune with you.

Between breaths, you help her take her clothes off, hugging her to your exposed chest, your heart pounding readily. There’s nothing you want more than to feel every inch of her on you completely, and the feeling of her hugging you back with just as much hunger makes you hot.

Slowly, you watch the string of slick connecting her pussy to her underwear dwindle as you pull them further down her legs, listening to the sound of her panting loud into your ear, and feeling her hair gently grazing your flushed cheeks.

Ellie pushes your left leg up and slots her cunt against yours so you can feel her hot skin moulding with yours, throwing her head back at the obscenity of the squelching noise it creates.

“Fuck, baby, it’s so wet, you’re so wet, all mine,”

“Ellie, oh my god.”

Slow movements turn into feverish humping, the sound of your wet cunts slapping each other reverberating and she leans over and places her forehead, wisps of hair stuck to it via droplets of sex sweat, against yours, breath fanning your lips. You strain to push yourself up for a second and peck her lips which she leans into quickly, like she’s been waiting for it.

You can feel your climax building up, intensified by the sight and all consuming sensation of her ramming into you, and the quiet whispers of,

“Fuck, love your pussy so much, gonna fuck you so good, mmmh, ‘s all mine, gonna fuck you senseless”

She keeps going, and you can feel everything so much clearer than you ever have before, each squelch and pull, panting into each other like you’re tempting each other to kiss each other again and she gives in, with the grip she has on your thigh concentrating.

It’s so graphic, so dirty and desperate, and you can’t help but give into the the feeling of the coil tightening in your stomach before snapping completely, your cum splattering over Ellie’s viscid thighs because she’s close and avid, eager to cum on you.

She can feel it building up as she grinds against you tenaciously, watching you writhe beneath her. Ellie moans gutturally , fingertips digging into your hips and the plush fat of your ass to hold you in place as she gets herself off,

“Fuckin’ take it, baby, know you can, gonna c-cum-”

“Yes, Ellie, oh my fucking-”

“-Fuck, gonna cum all over you, an’ you’re gonna fucking take it, yeah, mm-”

One last time and her hips are stuttering against yours before she collapses on you, chests rising and falling with heavy breaths into each other harmoniously.

The contact of your clammy skin against hers is comforting, and you lay there until the heat of sex settles and the potent scent of weed dissipates, and is replaced by the cold bite of the winter air that weasels its way into your room once more.

Until it starts to feel cold.

And then the fog clears and your mind spirals down from the passing high, opening the guilt’s floodgates. There is nothing you can do to calm the storm gathering in the confines of your rib cage; you clutch the sheets for stability.

Not even the gentle graze of her fingers up and down your arm can relax you, or the warmth of her sigh into the crook of your neck. Though you cannot understand it, there is panic and it is omnipotent.

Then Ellie’s movements halt abruptly and she jerks up from the bed,

“Fuck, oh my god, I completely forgot,” she jumps up, and you watch her get dressed in a flurry of fabrics, just as loud as the last time she got ready here.

You can’t focus; your chest feels tight and you’ve done something very, very bad but you don’t quite know what. Somehow, you manage to make out from what she tells you before rushing off and abandoning you in your resounding culpability, that there is a small get together at The Tipsy Bison tonight that she promised to help out with and that you are invited.

Lucky you!

She makes her way back to you on her way out, and you can tell she’s unsure how to approach you when you recall it, though in the moment your mind is swarming with wasps and you cannot form a coherent thought.

She pulls your shirt down over your tits and places a somewhat insecure kiss to your cheek, mumbling, “See you,” with a small smile, and then she’s on her way.

…

You sit up and stare at the floor in the silence, trying to swallow; the guilt, and the confusion. It’s painful to not understand, rummaging through the contents of your brain to make sense of that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach, but for some reason you can’t find anything logical and, yet, you stop thinking you fucked up.

It hits you, and you throw your clenched fists over your eyes, rubbing furiously and desperately, the thought of you getting fucked like a dumbass while Soren lies dead miles away up north. You have no right.

It’s raw and visceral: your gasping for air and dry sobs, no tears coming up because you’ve been all cried out for a while. You just feel choked up, empty, and nauseous.

Still hyperventilating, you practically hurl yourself across the room to your bag, pathetically grabbing shit with shaky fingertips and shoving it in.

It’s time to go. Away from the people. Away from the noise. Away from the tumult. Away from any reminder of the joy you do not deserve.

an - this one’s long as fuck… i feel like i decay when i write smut, IVE BEEN AVOIDING STUDYING, DOING WORK, AND GETTING READY FOR A WEDDING BY WRITING THIS, creds to cafekitsune for dividers

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profounddestinyrebel · 10 months

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Pretty much my ideal dcxdp coexisting world

Danny had all his canon happen before Bruce and the JL started their vigilante careers

Before Bruce was born or Martha and Thomas even got married

Phantom Planet never happened and the world never realized that they were almost dead in the first place (I apologize for mentioning it)

Danny retires after blowing up the portal and designing a new system of gov for the Infinite Realms (why the hell is that a monarchy anyway? Fighting being a way of communicating AND the way of determining a ruler does not make sense so I'll choose the better one)

Danny still visits the Infinite Realms but mostly lives his life

He still has interesting things happen to him but more because he apparently has a curse placed on him than anything else 'may you live in interesting times'

Danny manipulates the curse by getting into situations on purpose and then resolving them without getting attention drawn to his civilian id and normal life

He keeps track of immortals and big names that deal with death magic so as to lower the chances of being summoned

The more powerful the Realm Being the more powerful the summoner has to be to summon them and with how powerful Danny is there aren't many he has to keep an eye on

Ra's has been losing Lazarus water at a steady rate for over a decade but only now has it become a noticeable loss. The day the that he notices is a Very Bad Day for the League of Assassins (the day Danny lets himself get caught satisfies his curse for 2 whole months)

Danny hasn't aged much at all since he left Amity at 17. He's still short but mimics the effects of age with stage makeup and other tools used by actors to look older they actually are. This is how he meets a certain Alfred P. who remains a good friend even though they never really meet in person.

His parents blow themselves up and wipe their house off the map when tinkering with a device designed to lure realm beings to them. Danny isn't really sorry they're gone. He finds out after leaving Amity that he wasn't really their kid and he wasn't even adopted. They made him in their lab while distracted from their obsession with ghosts then completely forgot they had done so when they refocused on ghosts. His growth chamber (terrible name) was coated in ecto which allowed the device to reactivate and allow Danny to finish incubating into a toddler then (suspicious) it mysteriously popped him out before his the fentons noticed the growth chambers success.

His parents never took any notes on the clone experiment out of the house due to it being a (perceived) failure. After going back to their ghost obsession they completely forgot about it so no one knows. Jazz only found after Danny told her and he only found out after growing older and continuing to look less and less like either of his parents.

Danny finds the notes and that's what inspires him to leave Amity, to start looking for his bio parent. The Fenton's had no clue that the clone they grew was Danny. They dismantled the growth chamber when Danny was four (actually two) and never realized that the toddler they adopted was the clone of wonder woman they made. They never said anything to anyone about Danny being adopted so Vlad has no idea that Danny isn't Maddie's child.

Vlad starts to age drastically after the portals are destroyed and Danny figures out that Vlad isn't a halfa after all. He's just a normal ghost who can prey on people like spectra but with an obsession directed at Maddie originally and then Danny. Afterwards Vlad gets shunted off into Walker's prison because of all the toxic and human crimes he's committed among them brainwashing, mind control and mind wiping various wealthy and not so wealthy individuals into giving Vlad their money and companies.

Ellie has to explore the Infinite Realms (literally Infinite though so she's not confined) only because she can't really produce her own ecto. She has to absorb it from her surroundings so she can wander safely all over the Infinite Realms (so long as she calls for help when she gets in over her head) but not the human realms unless she takes a buddy who can produce a steady stream of ecto for her.

Vlad makes Danny his heir so now he's rich enough to travel even after giving all the people Vlad stole from their money back. It turns out that Vlad was good with making more money once he had it.

just Danny being a crptoid for the entire magical community and them being unable to talk about it if they even know of him

while danny runs a NASA and space account where he talks about NASA's recent achievements, newly discovered stars, planets and new alien races that Earth has been in contact with

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samgirl98 · 9 months

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Mending a Family 14/?

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Surprise chapter!!!!

Jason dreamt he was floating. The stars were shining above him. He had to get to them. He floated higher and higher… Then he was falling…falling…

Jason opened his eyes. He was floating over his house.

What the actual ever-loving FUCK?!

Jason was freaking out. Suddenly, he stopped floating and fell. Just as he was about to hit the roof, he felt a jerking motion and was floating again. He looked up and saw Danny holding Jason by his arm. Danny gently set Jason on the ground.

“What the fuck,” Jason tried not to curse around Danny, but he felt what had just happened justified his language.

His son had the audacity to giggle, giggle!

“Your powers are coming in, dad. Since you’ve been around me these past few months, the yucky ectoplasm stifling your core has been filtered out, and now your powers are showing!”

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the ever-loving FUCK?! He knew Danny, Jazz, and sometimes Raven would hint (tell him) that he wasn’t human, but he never thought (admitted to himself) it was true!

What was he going to do?

No metas in Gotham.

He wasn’t in Gotham. He wasn’t even a meta; he was dead. Or halfway there, anyway.

Just another reason for da—Bruce to hate me.

No, that didn’t matter. Bruce was nowhere near them. He couldn’t reject or judge Jason anymore.

He’d already judged me, Jason thought hysterically, and he found me lacking!

Jason’s spiraling was stopped by a small, cold hand on his face.

“Daddy, is it—is it that bad to be like me?”

Jason felt Danny’s emotions.

Sad, confused, not enough, wrong, wrong—wrong!

Jason got Danny and held him toward his chest. He sent waves of reassurance to Danny.

“Oh baby, no, I’m sorry. There’s nothing wrong with you. I’m sorry if I made you think I felt that way. It’s just a bit scary to wake up and find out that you’re not fully human. It has nothing to do with what you—what we are. I promise.”

Jason sent out feelings of love and acceptance.

Jason heard the door open, and Jazz came out with Ellie in her arms. Both their eyes were glowing.

(Jason was sure his eyes were glowing, too.)

“Don’t worry, daddy. I’ll teach you how to use your powers. It’ll be great!”

Jason smiled at the little boy in his arms. It was scary, but he had a new connection with his son. He shouldn’t be thinking about what Bruce would think. Fuck him; he lost all rights to Jason and Jason’s family.

Besides, right now, he had better things to think about like how he’ll be able to get a giggling floating Ellie from the ceiling. He wondered what other powers he would develop.

“That’d be great, Danny lad.”

His son smiled, and Jason felt his son’s love surrounding him; he hoped Danny could feel Jason’s, too.

“Wait till you hear yourself chirp the first time,” Jazz yelled from the door.

“Wait, what?!”

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It may have been years, but Alfred still had his connections to the British secret services. He used those connections to find his grandson.

The pictures he was staring at shocked him a little. A boy with black hair and blue eyes was laughing as Jason (with red hair) chased him. A woman, another red-hair, watched them both amused as she cradled an infant who looked a lot like the little boy.

The other pictures showed the little boy and Jason shopping and walking around a small town. There was one of them leaving a small road. Alfred guessed that was the road that led to where they lived.

Alfred read the paperwork that came with the picture.

Brother and sister (Jasmine “Jazz” and Peter “Jay” Jason Nightingale) raising their children. Daniel “Danny” Nightingale, son of Jay (mother died at childbirth), and Danielle “Ellie” Nightingale. Daughter of Jazz and Roger Burns. The father left before Ellie was born, so both siblings decided to move in together. They both live in a small house in Tadoussac, Canada.

The forgeries are excellent and will hold in any government capacity.

Alfred looked at Jason’s smiling face and then at the little boy’s. He wouldn’t tell the family he found Jason but would keep the photo.

After all, a grandfather deserved to have pictures.

IDK if anyone guessed Alfred, but yeah, here it is

Jason finally came into his powers no more floating Ellie freaking out Jason. Now, he's gonna freak when HE floats lol

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#Mending a Family #dc x dp #dp x dc

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your-absent-father · 11 months

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Hihi get it? Because Eve is my name-

Okay, in all seriousness, hi to old friends. It's been a while. Almost half a year it seems. I took too much pressure on this thing which should have been like a hobby and not... like work. We aren't getting paid to do this so I want my free time to be escapist and fun and not another reason to fall into previous habits.

I am rambling. The tldr is that I am on my rebrand and self care era after a year of disappointment after disappointment so I want to do something fun and have fun.

Who am I?

I am... people on here call me Eve, but I have juggling around new pen names I could start using, mainly because my last one I have used ever since middle school. So, you can call me Eve, but don't wonder if you see other names popping up like Alina Ellis and E.V May that are now the top runners up.

I am queer, probably more neurodivergent than diagnosed but I am too broke to get tested. I live in Finland. I am 22 years old and right now I am trying to get my papers to be a full time teacher's aid, and maybe apply to study to be a elementary school teacher.

I love K-pop, especially stray kids and (g)-idle, classical literature, media about problematic women doing problematic stuff, Taylor Jenkins Reed's historical books, pretending to watch indie movies even tough I would rather just watch musicals on loop.

As a writer, I love to write some good angst. I have recently tried to write some more positive stories and just have fun but I can have fun while writing some pain. I really love complex female lead that has that delicious female rage in her. I also almost always have at least one lesbian couple or/and wholesome guy with a girlboss woman.

my WIPs

Drafting

All the great love stories

Six love stories all different in nature. An evil sorceress waiting for her turn in the steak falling in love with her guard. Cabaret performer seducing the police officer and getting more that she barganded for. Children of rival mob bosses falling in love. Two soulmates trying to find each other. Mad scientist trying to keep their lover alive. Girl with unbeliavable power who can't seem to die. All of the stories are different but they all have one faithful similarity: All of the stories end in a tragedy.

intropost

all writing in one

Tag: WIP: ATGLS

False Gods

the story of Beatrix Jones, the lead singer of the rising indie rock band Aurora Four. With fame and success on the rise, Beatrix and her bandmates navigate the music industry while keeping their identities hidden behind masks, a decision made after a scandal threatened their careers. Is the hid indentity worth the criminal activity they tangled themselves in.

Tag: WIP: FG

intropost

all the writing in one

The vanishing act

a mystery thriller about a mystical carnival whose employees seem all to be identical to missing people trough out the years, and haven't aged a day even if 100 years have gone by. After year of gaslighting, Amanda witnesses her best friend and her mother, looking almost same age, in the circus performing.

Tag: WIP: Circus Moirai

intopost

All the writing in one

Mika Connelly VS the power of love

Mika Connelly never thought something like this cpuld happen to her. After pissing off a fortune teller, who was secretly Cupid in disguise, Mika Connelly is forced to live in a teen romance novel so Cupid can prove that everyone falls in love at least someone. Problem is, Mika is aroace, so romance is final thing she could think about.

To escape her rose colored prison, Mika makes a deal with cupid. Cupid has 20 chances to make Mija fall in love. Mika's mission on the other hand, is to make her new love interest not in love with her anymore. If she fails, she is trapped eternally as a high school senior in a warpped version of her old high school.

Intropost

On the shelve rn:

Children of Jessamine

Fantasy story about a queen who has to make a choice between betraying her country to join her husbands enemy, or protecting her son while the time is ticking. People might soon find out, the crown prince isn't the kings child

intopost

Also I have couple on hiatus that some people might remember. I think I'll come back to them at some point.

What I am doing on tumblr?

I am not probably going to be that active on ask games and all of those but I do want to do stuff and be creative so I have couple of ideas that maybe could be fun.

I want to do trailers for my wips. I want to edit again and I don't vibe with any fandom where I could do the edits I want

fake scenes from the books as edits too

more organized stuff

I just want to be creative without putting pressure on myself.

Other tags:

Eve Rambling: My random ramblings

Eve venting: If I need to vent

Eve being creative: creative stuff other than writing

other people's x: Other people's writeblr

So... Sorry for the essay lmao. But feel free to messenge me. I'll follow back. Let's have some fun!

#writeblr #writeblr introduction #writeblr reintro #Eve rambling

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years

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More cold currents au

For context Dick is Danny’s younger brother and he knows Danny is a half ghost he is not fully aware of all his powers, Ellie has been adopted as Danny’s daughter and Danny is ghost king on with the story? Summery? Brain vomit? Whatever enjoy 😊

So I’m thinking Danny is in college during this au and he’s getting ready to visit his brother during break but before that he had a trip to the Bermuda Triangle planned with Ellie to see if they can find any sunken pirate treasure. So they’ve been exploring for a bit they split up when Danny heard an explosion he goes to investigate when he sees a man swimming his way danny immediately turns invisible before he’s seen and suddenly there is a shout the man turns only to see a gorgeous man about his age struggling to get free from a wreckage.

Danny immediately jumps in sending a clone after the fleeing man while he rushes to assist the stranger when his arms start to glow and beams of water rush around him freeing him from capture. Danny comments that Well I looks like I’m not needed

The man looks around and shouts show yourself which reminds Danny that he is in fact invisible right now and he yells don’t shoot raising his hands and turning visible again

The man turns towards Danny and he has to channel his ice core to prevent his face from turning green when he turns those intense pale green eyes and then immediately backs up as a glowing sword is now pointed at him Identify yourself Kaldur all but commands

Danny you can call me Danny or phantom either, both whatever you prefer Danny rambles while staring at the other man and you are? Kaldur identifies himself as aqualad and demands to know what he was doing there and if he is in league with black manta Danny is clearly confused and explains that he and his daughter were exploring the triangle when he came across the wreck and who is black manta. Kaldur explains that manta is a villain that he was fighting and he is probably to far to catch now. It is at this moment that Danny is glad he listened to pandora about covering your bases and explains that if he was talking about a man in a black suit and an ugly helmet he actually sent a clone after him and they should be able to find him so long as the clone isn’t destroyed. Kaldur looks surprised at the statement the smiles and states that his assistance would be appreciated however he needs to regroup with his team. Danny is fine with that and says no problem let me just collect my wayward child and sends out a pulse of energy through his connection with Ellie to call her back danny then turns toward Kaldur and says brace yourself Kaldur looks at Danny confused for only a moment before he is almost knocked out of the way by a glowing black and white blur that tackled Danny. Did you find something? Is it shiny? did you find Amelia’s plane? I told her we would look! I found a squid and it tried to eat me! She continues to ramble off things while Danny just nods indulgingly while smiles at the interaction. Finally danny interrupts her to say no gold but I did find a someone you might want to meet. Ellie looks confused who’s hanging out in the Bermuda Triangle? That would be me Kaldur interjects I am aqualad however you may call me kaldur. Ellie gets super excited dude you’re a superhero she looks at Danny Dad he’s a superhero that’s so cool! Do you know Wonder Woman she’s so cool Granny told me all about themascyra and the Amazonians I wanna go there sometime that would be so cool danny laughs and says okay calm down you can bombard him with questions later for now we are gonna help him out. Ellie tilts her head confused and the two of them explain what’s happening they all decide to meet up with kaldurs team to report what happened and let them know he had a run in with manta during the mission. Ellie looks back and forth from Danny who keeps gazing at Kaldur with barely disguised attraction to Kaldur who has yet to notice and thinks oh this is gonna be fun

I don’t know why tumblr put a huge gap here but okay

The three of the head back to the closest island where Kaldur and his team agreed to meet up as they are swimming and Ellie tells them all about their vacation so far and how the were going to visit her uncle next before heading home before getting distracted and rushing ahead meanwhile Kaldur tells Danny that he’s glad that Danny is able to spend so much time with Ellie Danny replies that while things were pretty crazy when she first came into his life, well half-life, but he wouldn’t change a thing and while Danny isn’t looking Kaldur most certainly is which does not go unnoticed by the smallest of the three. Once they arrive at the secluded cove Kaldur says that his team should be there any minute before they arrive however Ellie wanders off and Danny says he’ll be right back when she doesn’t respond to his call, the bioship drops it camouflage moments later and superboy nightwing ms Martian and zatanna all exit the ship they approach Kaldur who greets his friends and gives his repot about manta just as he’s telling him about how he was assisted he’s interrupted by nightwing who has now been tackled to the ground by an over enthusiastic Ellie yelling Uncle Dick! all of them look surprised when Danny approaches and he says Dick! I didn’t know you were on a team! Dick replies that yeah they’ve been working together for awhile and introduces them to him and then turns to Danny and says I thought you got out of the hero life? Danny laughs and says he did but it’s the death that gets him everytime, but seriously We are just on vacation and we ran into Kaldur I had one of my clones follow the other guy just in case and here we are, I’m not gonna just walk away but just to clarify I am retired this is a one time thing….

#danny phantom #big brother danny #kaldur'ahm #dani phantom #cold current #ghost king danny #au #brain vomit #long post #this got out of hand #might make a part 2

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sanctaignorantia · 3 months

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Playing with the fancast thing again!

I woke up with the idea in mind that Tom Ellis should be on IWTV somehow, because I'm an idiot and I like to fancast, but unfortunately as I don't watch many movies and series, my list of actors is limited to a very small circle!

But let's play a little...

Erin Kellyman and Amelia Kellyman as Maharet and Mekare and I don't think I need to tell you why... (The one in the middle is Milly Kellyman and she's an athlete.)

(left) Erin - October 17, 1998 - 1,68m (British)

(right) Amelia - June 6, 1993 - not sure (British)

Tom Ellis - November 17, 1978 - 1,91m (British)... I have no idea who he could play, but like Ben Daniels (Santiago), he's the kind of actor who has the charisma to make you feel sympathy for the devil (if you know what I mean), so he could be something like Santino haha.

May El Calamawy - October 28, 1986 - 1,69m (Egyptian/Palestinian)... I've loved her since I saw her in 'Moon Knight' and thank you Marvel for that, she's a great actress and I'm just in love with her, it's that thing, I just want her in every possible production. I can't say she'd be a good Akasha because I don't think she'd fit that role, so she could be some gender-swapped character or maybe Chrysanthe.

Jameela Jamil - February 25, 1986 - 1,79m (Indian/Pakistani born in UK)... Make her Lydia (Pandora) and make her kick some ass, make Arjun her little dog and in the end she can be with Bianca (I don't think she should be with Marius because he deserves to end up alone).

Eva Green - July 6, 1980 - 1,70m (French/Jewish descent on his mother's side)... How can you live without wanting this woman on your screen? I have no idea who she could be, but make her one of the old ones, a powerful one who puts fear into you, make her kick a lot of ass too.

Charles Dance as Magnus - October 10, 1946 - 1,91m (British)... It's so sad because I can only see Magnus as him, but if Christos Lawton is Magnus in S2 I'll be satisfied too.

Paul Bullion as Thornevald - June 4, 1988 - 1,91m (British)... Come on, he looks so much like Thorne, it's like he's going to start crying at any moment! And I wish the series would not only put Thorne and Cyril together, but make them a couple, because I would love that so much, them being the best clumsy duo at protecting and following Lestat around while being a complete mess, they need to stick together, I love them.

Gillian Anderson or Kristin Bauer van Straten as Gabrielle. To be honest, from the first time I saw Kristin I saw Gabrielle in her.

Gillian Anderson - August 9, 1968 - 1,60m (American/British)

Kristin Bauer van Straten - November 26, 1966 - 1,75 m (American)

Oded Fehr as Nebamun (Gregory) - November 23, 1970 - 1,87m (Israeli)... That crush from 'The Mummy' that you never forget. Gregory being the biggest dad!

I had some funny fancasts for Marius from the moment I read him in 'The Vampire Lestat', but the only two that never left my head were Fawad and Pedro, sorry! Two completely impossible actors, but something in me screamed that Marius should be Latino (crazy) and I unfortunately won't change my mind about that.

Fawad Khan - November 29, 1981- 1,78 m (Pakistani)

Pedro Pascal - April 2, 1975 - 1,80m (Chilean/American)... Every time I read Marius and the image of Pedro pops into my mind, I start to giggle (I love you Pedro!).

Sometimes I see Marius in Adam Cowie too, but unfortunately he's not an actor… June 3, 1988 - 1,88m (British/Model and Dante's face in DMC V).

That's all for now, there are a few other characters that I wish I could fancast, but unfortunately I don't have any references and they are:

Seth. I keep wondering who would be the ideal actor to be the best couple ever with Fareed! (Sorry, I love them too).

Sevraine. Another great woman I wanted kicking ass!

Avicus and Mael. Along with Fareed and Seth, the two of them are the couple I look at and shout "old married couple energy!"

Cyril. Because I want him kissing Thorne on the mouth!!!

Rhoshamandes. Poor dear Rhosh, poorly used in the books, I wish he had the same energy as Ben Daniels as Santiago, an actor who would make you love the great villain and that in the series he is that great villain and not just someone who gradually becomes mediocre.

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Mahesh Jadu as Cyril, Khayman or Seth - October 26, 1982 - 1,83m (Australian)... My goodness he's beautiful, isn't he???? >///<

Please reblog with more fancasts!

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Kirishima’s Mystique: Panther Power

Somedays Kirishima wondered what sort of a past life did he live to be finding himself in situations like this. Now what's the context you might ask? Well look no further than the fact he was looking up at a massive panther woman standing outside his apartment door. A 7 to 12 foot plus statuesque stunner who was a full on sensual tower of power, her onyx ebony black fur highlighting muscles of such magnitude that she had to have been carved and sculpted right out of a mountain.

Her bright green cat eyes looking at him eagerly which left our sturdy hero nervously wondering if this is how canaries felt. Seeing those ears flutter and that tail wag as he took out his cellphone, seeing picture of what he'd been expecting his client to look like. A thicc and more than easy on the eyes exotic tomboy of a woman before looking back at the panther woman mountain who'd greeted him. This was definitely the address and he'd been told the matter he was here for was in regards to her quirk. Red eyes locked on the feline amazon as he finally found his voice.

Kirishima:"You uuh wouldn't happen to be Ms. Ellie would you?" *hoping he didn't sound too dumbfounded...and really hoping he wasn't pitching a tent. Women of many body shapes and sizes really turned him on, be they sexy shortstacks of statuesque stunners. Not to mention Ellie wasn't his first or the last furry sort of woman in his life, let alone feline. But I digress...*”You’re really different in your picture…”

Ellie:*her jade green eyes twinkling snd her ears fluttering as she gave a playful giggle. The fact her onyx furred muscular self was displayed thanks to her casual ensemble of a white thing and tube top didn’t help matters as she fished out and showed the same picture she’d emailed to the Fatgum Agency (see below).*”Oh You mean this? Yeah how and why I’m in my quirk form is the reason for that but that’s me alright and you must be the intern, come on in..” *The Panther woman playfully advised as she confirmed his query and brought him into her apartment. A sensual purr rumbling through her as she copped herself a stealth feel of Kirishima’s muscles and definitely liked what she was saw and felt that’s for damn sure.*

Ellie, American born Japanese Citizen, day job : salary woman, part time pro hero. Quirk: Kitty Hulk!! A transformstion quirk that can be activated at will, increasing her stamina, size, speed and strength with the natural abilities of a jungle cat on top of newfound muscle mass all in a feline package. This has seen rise up high within most rankings notto oe mention give her a sizeable fanbase. There is one particular aspect to this quirk of course that she has no control over…

Kirishima soon found himself in the living room of her apartment, usually a cozy and well furnished part of it, much moving around had been done to setup a sort of make-shift workout area. All manner of heavy dumbells, weight sets and training devices placed around as the sturdy himbo approved being a fitness enthusiast himself with a dedicated workout program routine all his own. Turning around to speak to the panther woman before he suddenly found his eyes bugging out and his jaw dropping and with good reason. The onxy furred feline stunner was stripping right then and there, her statuesque Amazon in form on full display in the nude as she stretched and flexed with the natural limber flexibility a cat possessed.

It made it impossible for chivalrous stud to look away and how could he when you had a giant panther woman suddenly warming up naked with a juicy bubbly furry booty and tits as big as her head? Among her other notable exotic physical qualities of course as those emerald jade green eyes looked at him with a gleaming twinkle of mischief. No doubt taking a little amusement at his awkwardness and picking up scents of the state of arousal she was causing within him from the moment he laid eyes on her at the door. Keeping his attention as she strutted with such feline grace that belied the size and thickness of her physique as she picked up a pair of dumbbells and began pumping iron.

Ellie:*a sensual blush and smile on her face as she performed her bicep curls, her reps making her muscles pump and flex in ways that called for him to touch them. Her slit gushing as it ran down along her thick fury thighs as they trailed down to start making a puddle on the floor, as if this sudden nude workout was akin to a wild female animal courting the attention of a virile male in mating season.* “See every once a while my body transforms against my will when my heat cycle kicks in, so I can’t change back until I’ve burnt off all my energy. So I need a nice, rough and hard fuck and you really came highly recommended. So what do you say handsome? Help a girl scratch her itch?”*The panther woman spoke ina sensual husky tone, licking her lips as her onyx furred Amazon form radiated erotic energy. Tail swaying sensually as she relished the feel of Kirishima’s eyes on her as his brain was no doubt flipping a few certain switches.*

Kirishima:*Now of course leave it to our Red Riot to be a bit on the speechless side and really who could blame him? After all a seven foot plus naked panther woman outright told him that she wanted him to fuck her. But of course it wasn't long before his libido kicked in and hijacked his brain to take control and let his instincts guide him, a determined expression forming on his face*"Ma'am yes ma'am!!"* Said with the convinction of a disciplined solider as he went forward towards the feline powerhouse as he knelt down, wrapping his arms around her powerful waist as he pressed his face to her slit.*

Ellie grinned as she found her hero for hire wasting no time in obliging her request to sate her heat induced lust, before she threw her back to let out a deep-throated purring moan. Sensual pleasure surging through her furred muscular work of art of a body as she felt him start eat her out, making out with her netherlips as his tongue probed away deep into her folds. His firm hands grasping and squeezing her meaty, bubbly asscheeks with massaging motions like he was kneading bread dough which really her spine tingle. All the while she continued her bicep curls as she pumped iron, making her tits bounce with a flex of her pecs as she looked forward to seeing how else the young intern might go about bringing her pleasure.

But of course it wasn't all take and no give on her part as she soon soon made her workout was part of her need to scratch her itch thanks to her favourite personal program recommended by the Pinnacle of Physique. A delightful little system they called Sexercise which Kirishima was more than intimately acquainted with of course, as the pair were soon both naked and pulling off quite a feat. A standing 69 as the spikey shark-teethed red-head held her upside down, her thick thighs squeezing as they wrapped around his head while he ate her out. While she herself was performing a deepthroating, powersuck blowjob, practically fucking her own face as she licked and sucked on his length and girth.

She couldn't help herself soon as Eijiro had gotten naked himself, the moment she laid eyes on that raging hard cock of his, she just knew she needed it bad. Her purring providing massaging vibrations to his shaft as her cat togue gave the most surreal sense of friction on that twitching, pulsing meat of his. The only drive besides the need to taste his seed being the primal urge to have him take this womb hammer and fuck her with the intent to breed. Going into heat seriously did a number on her rationality when it came to her libido but she wasn't the first animalistic heteromorph or the last to have that particular issue of course.

But I digress of course, as the sturdy himbo continued to lap away at Ellie’s oussy, drinking up the steady flow of her nectar. Hips pumping and thrusting into her eager mouth as she welcomed the delightful oral preview of what kind of action her pussy would be getting, her tail wagging sensually with delight as her more primitive portions of her brain came to recognise this stud as a more than capable and worthy alpha male. His heavy balls being massaged In her paw padded hands as she purred feeling the healthy load of baby batter contained within. Her womb practically pulsing with the need to have it flooded and filled with buns to cook in its warm oven.

A need that was soon being tended to as Ellie’s living room was now filled with the rhythm and music of the ancient dance between man and woman. The walls and ceiling filled with her yowling cries of sexual ecstasy and bliss mixed with the slapping of Herculean skin on furry Amazon skin as as the kitty hulk laid in the floor taking it like an erotic champion. Tits bouncing and clapping as her oh so obliging hero pumped and thrust away, hips nearly blurring as he flexed his muscles, massaging Ellie’s splendid furry washboard abs. Her claws gripping the floor as her stomach swelled from the distinct of pump of his jackhammering length and girth as he fucked her in missionary, before she found him hooking her powerful legs over his shoulders as he shifted a spread eagle to deepen he reach of his penetration.

Oh how she loved it, every single second of each inch of his shaft pounding away into the warm, wet embrace of her pussy, as his balls smacked and slapped her ass. Tongue dancing with his in a sloppy kiss as her Herculean fuck machine pinned her down in a mating press, asserting his dominance like the alpha male she just knew he would be. Her arousal only skyrocketing as she found herself hoisted up in a full nelson position that had her facing him, her tits pressed and rubbing up against his firm, strong chest as they made with a thirsty desire. Orgasms rocking her ebony furred frame as her Red Root alpha male carried her to her bedroom wherein they proceeded to really lay into each other with pornographic abandon.

Whether it was up against the walls or the window or just proceeding to utterly demolish the bed, they were relentless. The kitty hulk powerhouse getting more orgasms than could be counted in contrast with the few but splendid moments when he had his own, displaying his stamina and willpower, to say nothing of how long he was lasting before he applied his 1% boost trick from his quirk. And he damn well wasn’t shy about displaying his admiration for her body, her physique a muscular work of art enhanced by the animal magnetism, literally and figuratively enhanced by her quirks particularly natural charisma. His firm hands caressing and massaging her fur and muscles as if feeling the texture of a classical sculpture.

it only made the experience of their “workout” all the more a thrilling sensation, whether it was riding him cowgirl style, or grasping and biting the bedsheets with her fangs and claws as he took her doggy or rather kitty style. Hearts flowing in her Jade feline eyes especially when her womb received a flood of that white hot cream of his, her brain running wild with fantasies of having a belly full of kittens to bare for this erotic Adonis. Seconds into minutes which passed into hours as the time passed away into their sexual marathon, only pausing to recover and bask in the afterglow as they made out and engaged in some intimate heavy petting. Soon as they were ready to go again, it was with a primal abandon as they mated in ways that would make Mother Nature blush.

Even long after the sun had set and Ellie had returned to her human form, she and Kirishima were still going at it. The thicc dark skinned hottie bouncing on that juice soaked fuckrod as she and her alpha male came tougher in one sweet, simultaneous climax, collapsing on what remained of her bed in a tangle of limbs, still connected by their loins as the afterglow took them to the sweet embrace of sleep. Kirishima feeling an achievement of satisfaction at a job well done while Ellie had sweet, hot and spicy dreams of her alpha male, as the two parted ways in the morning. That is after a nice little quickie in the shower of course and exchanging contact details as the kitty hulk didn’t definitely want this to be a one off, one time deal.

Kirishima of course continued on about his heroics business of course, as well as knowing he would have quite the details to share with Mina and and Maya later on. Ellie of course would send a very high praise filled review to the Fatgum agency for sending her such a skilled and dedicated intern…..as well as private exchange of messages to Kirishima’s aforementioned pair of girlfriends for their personal recommendation of their man and his sexual prowess. Letting them know he more than exceeded expectations and that she was looking forward to their next encounter in the near future Especislly when her next heat cycle happened. As well as reassure them that she woild send them copies of the hidden videos she had of her little sexercise session with their man, after all a was a deal and those two just LOVED to see their man be the stud he can be, how sweet it is……

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The end of us | T.S x OC

Summary: The last time Tommy and Eleanor talked before her death.

A/N: This is set before this story, you don't necessarily have to read it because it's, well, what happened next and that's already spoiled on the summary lol, I just had to write the last time they were together because I love my babies and I needed a break from between the cross and the sword (but I'll come back with it soon)

After wishing his daughters good night, Tommy entered Eleanor's office with a cigarette between his fingers and a restless look in his eyes. She hasn't left the room for months.

He still remembers the day he gifted her the place, he spent weeks planning, talking to architects and interior decorators trying to find the best way to fit another room into the Arrow House's structure.

The effort was worthy, because besides no longer having to share Tommy's desk, it served as a wakening moment, she no longer was a sewer or a housewife hidden in the shadows of her man's success. Eleanor was a woman of her own, Tommy's equal, a partner for love and business. The realization nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Now, six years later, the place feels like a prison, a painful reminder they're not what they used to be.

Tommy wants her to stop looking through the window, turn to him and wish him good luck, but she doesn't. Weeks ago she already claimed their marriage was over.

"I think we should let each other go," and since then, they coexist in the same house, strangers sharing a bed and last name.

For a millisecond, Tommy considers giving in to her only demand, quit politics. He wishes he could, but two years inside the parliament wouldn't suddenly vanish just because she wants it to. He made a name for himself in politics as he did with business.

"Ellie," he softly calls, look at me, he internally begs, "I'm going,"

Eleanor tilts her head uninterested, mirroring the cat sleeping on her chair who doesn't seem to care for anything and just has a response to noise. Then, she turns to the window again.

"Ellie, look at me," Tommy demands, this time getting her attention, "when I come back tonight this will be over and we'll go back to normal,"

Slowly nodding, she ironically smiles, "and you'll be the leader of the people who wanted to hang you your whole life,"

"Yeah," he scoffs, "and being the leader I'll have the power to end this fucking mess,"

"My God, Tommy, you really are a businessman," not a politician, she chose not to add, "an ideology is not a factory, you can't shut it down whenever you want to,"

"I can and when I do-"

"Did you wish the girls good night?" Eleanor cuts him off.

Frustrated, Tommy opens his arms and rolls his eyes. He's trying to fix his mistakes and she doesn't recognize it, as a matter of fact she seems annoyed.

"I did," he answers, "can you fucking hear me now?"

"No, I can't," she snaps, "you asked me to make a good father out of you and I will, but that's all, I can't support you anymore,"

"What do you want then?" he quietly asks, teared out by her harsh words, "Why don't you take the children and leave since you can't stand living with a fucking fascist?"

Eleanor gulps at the question, by logic she should, she wouldn't have trouble in finding a good lawyer and getting a divorce. Staring at him, at every detail she still loves, she wonders if there's still life after him, what the real world had become while she was immersed in Tommy's? In addition to not having an answer, there's also the fact he's her true and only love.

There's no version of her that wasn't molded by Tommy's hands, the way her body moves is always dragged to be close to his, the way she keeps her hair is so she can get a compliment, the way her brain works is made to give his tired one a well deserved rest. They've been together for so long there's no habit of one lacking the influence of the other.

Surely, there's no way she can entirely leave him, at this point Tommy is tangled to the soul she doesn't believe to have. Eleanor can abandon her marriage, house and lifestyle, but she can't run away from herself because she's well aware she has way too many traces of him.

The romani boy, the soldier, the gangster, the businessman, the husband and the father. She'd seen it all and absorbed a piece to herself. Except the fascist, even if he claims not to be, he's among them and that, she can't stand.

Finally, she mutters, "Aren't you late?"

Heavily sighing, Tommy puts down his cigarette and says, "I'll be on the radio,"

"...and I'll be here,"

MASTERLIST

As he leaves, she stays on the window. Both unaware that when he comes back with a frustrated plan, she won't be there anymore.

#OC Eleanor Shelby #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby x oc

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Film Review - Jurassic Park (1993)

Jurassic Park isn’t just a science fiction thriller. It’s a marvel of innovation in film production. The special effects were groundbreaking for the time and are still better, in my opinion, than a lot of the CGI that has come since. The soundtrack is inspiring and nostalgic, and I knew it before I saw the movie because my mother liked the music so much. This being said, you can have the most sophisticated special effects and most visually attractive film in the world, but it will not have a lasting cultural impact without a good story and characters. At the same time, even the most compelling characters and highest stakes will fade without an element that sets them apart from all the other action movies. Jurassic Park exists in the best of both worlds, with a captivating story wrapped in a beautiful package.

Let’s start with the high concept. A theme park of dinosaurs. Dinosaurs. Everyone and their kids love dinosaurs. Would a story about a park that resurrects the early ancestors of mammals be as popular? Probably not. In this style of science fiction, the larger than life and the further removed from our current state of scientific advancement, the better. The film starts out with a strong sense of wonder to draw in the audience’s attention and get them excited about something that really is a long stretch of exposition and worldbuilding. The moment when the music swells and the animals are revealed— “They do move in herds.” —is something burned into the memory of everyone who’s seen the movie.

And then a flip is switched, literally—Wayne Knight’s character (whom I can only think of as Newman despite this being a completely different thing) shuts off the power—and the tone turns from whimsical adventure to survival horror. The stakes are high and just keep getting higher. The hurricane. The power outage. The computer system lockout. Then all the hunter dinosaurs have been evaded, and people can breathe—but then the velociraptors escape and form the final stakes and climax. Despite losses and injuries, the main characters survive and get off the island. The heart of the film is the characters. Several are larger than life: the billionaire Hammond, the dinosaur hunter, and the smart AND heroic duo of Dr. Grant and Dr. Sattler. These characters, their skills and feats, and the speculative elements they represent are grounded into our world by the presence of the two children. The adults give up their money or safety to protect the children, and as the children are taught about the dinosaurs they see, the audience learns too. A necessary human element and emotional motivation is added to balance the thrills and physical dangers.

I have to mention the relevance of Jurassic Park to women in STEM. I’d hope this is a reason for its enduring beloved place in pop culture; it’s certainly a reason I like it more than other sci-fi thrillers. Ellie is just as competent as her male peers and even more willing to get dirty in the field. The little girl is the computer whiz. Jeff Goldblum’s character has the damsel in distress trope with the injury and the torn open shirt.

“God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man, man destroys God, man creates dinosaurs.” “Dinosaurs eat man... woman inherits the earth.”

As my favorite quote in the movie illustrates, order is broken and restored, and a safe environment for the audience to feel adrenaline and fear is maintained. It’s a satisfying thriller.

The superlative technical effects with the dinosaurs are at least half the reason for the film’s success, but if there wasn’t meaning below the animatronics, it wouldn’t have the impact it maintains in public consciousness. The dinosaurs aren’t just killing machines, they’re portrayed humanely as animals who’ve been stuck in an unsuitable environment, lashing out in boredom or simply fulfilling an environmental niche with no malice. The park fails because it’s operating for profit instead of concern for its animals or a genuine love of science. The heroes—paleontologists—serve as a foil to the greed that causes the plot problems.

Whenever you see a news report about a controversial (often, this means little understood) new area of research, especially in biology, someone inevitably brings up Jurassic Park as a warning. It’s synonymous for the theme of dangers of capitalism corrupting science. This has been a fear since the inception of the science fiction genre and continues to be relevant in our culture. Though the franchise has ironically expanded to a themed land at Universal Studios: Orlando, and its most recent Jurassic World series of sequels feels to have lost touch with the theme in favor of “let’s make a bunch of money with scary special effects and ignore the heart of the love of science.” A franchise either has a satisfying conclusion or keeps being extended long enough to become a parody of what it once meant, or something like that, at least according to me (let’s not get started on the Star Wars sequels and the butchering of the original trilogy’s theme of hope). To me, the original 1993 Jurassic Park remains the best, the quintessence of dinosaur movies. It carries the vital message that science is not the enemy but the creator of the grandeur in the opening of the film, and capitalist greed is the reason it becomes a deadly horror story. It is science that saves the characters and gives them the knowledge to survive and escape. As the film ends and the music swells once more, we see what joy and good science has achieved: a brave new world of animals saved from extinction.

#film review #jurassic park #science fiction #thriller

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hiii wonderful bea :)) can u pls tell me anything about for times of trouble, if you please? 🫶

EEE i am so glad you asked - this is my first venture into writing joel and tlou and OC fic. we're following my OC jordan lowell, a half-black young woman who is raised by her father in a white supremacist evangelical protestant cult based in arkansas - the community of Love. when the cult falls to insurrection and is overrun with infected, jordan makes it her mission to find the remaining parts of her family: her estranged mother and unknown half brother, henry (yeah that one.)

joel and ellie are both in this, with joel and jordan's relationship being very platonic and reluctant father-daughter vibes. found family babeyyyyy~ i am super excited to get this out (probably in the late winter/early spring) to explore a tlou family dynamic with an older kid, since jordan is nineteen when this story starts. i also wanted to explore the grief of having a complicated family dynamic and losing that, and the way that can affect someone both before and after the loss.

the family and racial dynamics in this are very personal to me. i've discussed this fic a lot with @wannab-urs and realizing that a situation such as this isn't familiar with a lot of people made me want to write about it. i view jordan as a version of myself that's had the world fail her a lot more and only has rage to channel the impact of that failure. we will slowly learn just how much of a mangled and disturbed person she is. jordan is an angry black woman and there is nothing wrong with that.

oh and the title comes from proverbs 17:17. ok onto the snippet.

Even with the long wooden seats seemingly overflowing with sitting people, there are a pointed few missing from service. A dozen boys—though they'd certainly prefer young men—that Jordan knows varyingly well. She knows Isaiah. She likes him. He's got that same wandering eye she has, finding the cracks of stained glass or the autumnal explosion of coloured leaves a more worthy subject of his attention than...this. He's also the only other one here like her and unlike them. His skin is more taupe than her tawny, but they notice regardless. It doesn't matter what colour either of them are, not really. All that matters is that it isn't what they wish it were. Still, the people of Love let kids like them stay. Be here, members of the community, even if it comes with a few mumbled words. A few glares, a violent launch of sticky spit. That was one time. It'd never happened again. But Isaiah isn't here, his eyes nowhere to be found amongst the crowd. It sets Jordan's stomach alight, gut rolling. One thing Isaiah is that Jordan cannot be is angry. And that, he certainly is. Rage oozes off of him in waves, all-consuming in its power. It's exciting until it's scary. Like when he starts talking about leaving, the two of them, all by themselves. That's something she won't—can't—do. Isaiah never likes that answer.

that got a little serious, but regardless - thank you for asking ^__^

#inbox #lexi 🌞#fic: for times of trouble

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My Scars | Sebastian sallow x gryfindorr reader

A/U note, Hello this is my first story with sebastian, and I haven't seen any darker tone stories especially with Victor rookwood so wanted to try this idea see if any likes it. also it is a bit of inspiration of ellie and david from the last of us.

When Getting kidnapped by rookwood outside of ollivanders, you fought to escape and kill rookwood but what if things went a bit differently, wanting the final repository location rookwood tortures you but finds pleasure in your pain.

WARNINGS: violence, sexual assault on minors, physical abuse, kidnapping

"That repository is my birth right!" rookwood shouts as his piercing glare digs into her soul.

"Rookwood wouldn't have wanted you near it!" she shouts back pointing her wand at him hoping to intimidate him. But she doesn't know what he has up his sleeve.

Victor darkly chuckles and shakes his head before speaking, "This is what I get for trying to reason with a child," he mutters to himself pacing back and forth.

"But as I always say, Children should be seen and not heard." once he finished his sentence, all the air in her lungs were gone.

Before she could process what he had just said, two ashwinders had apparated and grabbed her from behind and disappeared with Victor to Rookwood castle.

LATER

Victor was in the main hall pacing trying to figure out what he was going to do to the girl to get information out of her, whilst she was trapped in the dungeons below.

He knows she has been doing the dark arts against his, Harlow and ranroks men.

And even though she has been killing their men, he was actually attracted to that, she has a dark heart. Just like him. And He's attracted to that in a woman.

But she wasn't a woman but a child, which was sick of him to think but it exhilarated him even more.

To be so young and so powerful..

And he didn't even know her name.

he wanted to teach her a lesson without magic.

His eyes widen as he stops in his tracks, he mouth curves to an evil smirk as he heads towards to weaponry the goblins left.

He saw an enchanted bowie knife still sealed in it's scabbard, he grabs it and heads to the dungeons.

When he got down there, two ashwinders took guard at the door.

Rookwood could see the girl behind them, she was in the middle of the cage still knocked out.

He grins and nods to his guards to open the door for him, he enters and conjures a stool in front of the cage and sits in it, never taking his eyes off of her.

He places the dagger on the side of the stool.

He could smell her from where he sat, she smelled of mallowsweet, vanilla and peppermint even with all the mud and dirt on her.

Shaking him out of his thoughts was her body moving, she was waking up.

Y/N POV

All I can feel is my body aching. I feel like I got hit by a train..it's really cold too.

I lift my head and my vision was still blurry, I tried to lift myself up but I could only get to a sitting position.

"Glad to see your finally awake." all the air once again left my lungs as soon as i heard his voice, but everything started to sink in.

My vision started becoming more clear as I looked around my surroundings, I was in a dark dungeon lit only by the moon.

'Oh god, what happened to me?' then my eyes finally saw rookwood, he was just sitting in a stool just starting at me.

I gathered enough strength to at least mutter, "Where am I?" rookwood just chuckles, "I was wondering when you were going to wake up. And to answer your question we are at Rookwood castle, so might as well get comfortable." he finishes as my vision finally clears up.

I didn't even think about what I was about to say, "What do you want with me?" it should be obvious but it's not.

Rookwood just stares at me, his blue eyes looking me up and down, it started to feel uneasy in the room.

"Well let's start with basics shall we? What's your name?"

I remained quiet not wanting to say anything due to my voice hurting but I wasn't going to give my name to some creep, "Bethany." I give him a fake name see if he'll take it.

But I could hear him tsking before speaking, "you know I'm not much of a good man, but I can always tell when someone is lying to me, child."

Silence takes over.

"Tell me your name, I will not ask again." he calmly asks, having a trick up his sleeve.

After staying quiet, rookwood gets up and starts pacing, his irritation starting to show.

Not liking the silence rookwood stood up and yelled, "Alright Fine, if you won't give me your name then you better give me repository location!" I could only stare at the floor.

What could I say? I'm not only pissed but I'm scared too, this is humiliating. I look up at him and yell, "You can go fuck yourself!" he decided that demanding for the answer was not gonna get him far as he kneels down in front of me.

THIRD PERSON POV

"I don't like doing this to you but In order for all of this to go away, you need to tell me where it is." rookwood lies to convince her but he's starting to loose his patience.

He realizes he's gotta try a different approach, a little more profound.

"Listen, I really need your help as you can tell, you seem like a great soldier and a good leader." saying that echoed in Y/N's head, not really believing it but going along with the act.

"You know who you remind me of? You remind me of myself when I was younger, very brave, cunning, strategic.." he finishes with a word she did not expect, "Violent."

He continues, "I've noticed on how you have been taking my men down, including Harlow and ranroks as well and i must admit you are ruthless.. Maybe that's why you have survived this long."

He looks her up and down once again "Im going to be honest with you, I need an equal. I need someone strong by my side and defeat ranrok." he finishes waiting for her to talk but her voice was raspy enough to where you could barely hear her.

"What about Harlow or your ashwinders, don't you have plenty of buddies to help you." she said more in a sarcastic way than an actual question, not knowing she would be paying for it soon.

"Harlow is can barely keep his own business running and all of those ashwinders work for me. They are more brainless than anything, but to put it in simpler terms, I feel like I'm a wolf surrounded by puffskiens.. And all I need is another wolf." Y/N looks up at him and sees he's practically kneeling in front of her.

She sees her wand in his side pocket, she needed to get to it but she also sees the gigantic ass blade right by the stool and if she fucks up she's not gonna get mercy.

Something else than fear came, she doesn't know what it is but the feeling rookwood was giving her was not good. She was definitely scared of him right now, he was better off yelling at her and casting spells but him being calm and unpredictable was horrifying.

As she kept quiet trying to come up with a plan in her head, Victor notices her silence and tries to persuade.

"if you join me you could have everything you're heart desires, we would take down the most powerful witches and wizards, take over hogwarts, shit even the wizarding world, the world is our oyster." still trying to convince her, Y/N eyes staring right into his eyes, making Victor stop talking for a cool minute, she just made him physically speechless.

She's so fucking beautiful, and that's when the horrid thoughts start coming in.

Seeing her hand on the cage made him decide on a bold move, "Can you imagine the life we could build, we would recreate a whole new world.. We could grow and spread out." Y/N's heart dropped hearing that last bit, and now having his hand on hers, she now understands his True intentions.

She had to come up with something fast! She has to get out of there!

Putting on her best innocent face she smiles warmly at him, and slowly puts her other hand on top of his.

She quickly grabbed his middle finger, twisted it and tried to pull his arm through the holes of the cage, she tries to reach for her wand but Victor had the upper hand in strength as the same arm that was in the hole was grabbing her blouse and hitting her against the metal cage. Multiple times.

Her nose was bleeding a good amount, Victor yelled as his two ashwinders came to his aid, but he held a hand up to make them stay where they were at.

Victor was beyond pissed at that moment, "You little bitch!" she tried rubbing the blood away but more just kept coming so wiping it with her sleeve was pointless.

"Sir! Are you okay?!" one of his guards said coming towards victors rescue, but he denies it.

"Just fine." he says as he takes his own wand to heal his finger, after doing so he picked up his blade and looked towards them and then at the cage letting them know things were gonna get serious.

As the guards start opening the cage, Y/N still in shock doesn't realize what's happening until they get the door open.

Once they grab her she starts to scream, and it was a raw and fearful.

They drag her to the next room where there is a metal table In the middle and she gets put on top of it.

The guards hold her down as he starts to walk over to the table.

"I will ask this again one more time and if you don't give me the answer I want then you will see what happens." Victor threatened the girl, she might have been scared but she wasn't gonna let some fucker get the best of her.

"What Is your name.." he asks in a venomous tone, when she doesn't respond like he wanted, he lifts up her sleeve, takes out the blade and starts carving, making Y/N scream, kick and shake as his guards hold her down.

He finishes carving the first letter before looking back at her, he shouts, "WHAT IS YOUR NAME!" cries come out of her as her mind is clouded with pain.

And before she could get it out, he starts carving the second letter, "Y/N!! MY NAME IS Y/N!" right when she screamed, Victor lifts up the blade and looks at her face, red flushed face and full of tears.

She looked delicious, Pain looks so good on her.

He's getting aroused by torturing her.

And now that he has her name he could just picture of what he would do to her, I mean the position his guys are keeping her in aren't helping those ideas.

He leans down and his fingers push the hair out of the way and kiss her forehead, "good girl, but I need something else from you as well."

She felt like time was frozen, she was so fucking scared, he just kissed her forehead. He already has her name, he can't get that last repository location.

"Where is the last repository? Hm?" Victor asks weirdly calm, Y/N doesn't trust it.

She looks into his eyes before yelling, "Eat shit!" and that made Victor roll his eyes and start carving the rest of the word.

Y/N's screams filled the abandoned castle, even people from feldcroft could hear her screams.

Once he was done carving he realized that even with all the blood leaving her arms, once you get cut with the blade it leaves a scar forever.

With all the tears blocking her vision, she looked to her right side where Victor had her arm and she tried to see what he did.

She almost cried even more when she read it.

It said Mudblood.

With the pain, the whole situation, and now a new painful scar, tears started coming and she couldn't stop them.

"Tell us where it is or you won't be able to use magic anymore," he threatens as he goes to her left side and grabs her hand holding it down while lowering the blade near her fingers threatening to chop them off, starting with her pinkie.

As he was about to lower the blade to chop, Y/N screams, "SAN BAKAR'S TOWER!" Victor freezes, that didn't make any sense, his men already checked that tower it was empty.

"Stop lying to me girl! We already went there to search and there was nothing." Victor grips her face as he shouts in her face, making her close her eyes.

"NO!! I Swear! Its underground, underneath the tower! PLEASE!" Victor looks at her to see if she was telling the truth and she guessed that she lied so well Rookwood starts arguing with his men.

As they were arguing Victor had put down the blade, not realizing he just made his mistake and not to mention the guards hold on her was loosened.

For a few seconds she waited until she couldn't take it, she had to get out of there.

She grabs the blade and chucks it into one of the guards necks and the other straight into the other neck causing them both to bleed out by the neck.

She bolts straight towards the dungeons exit, Victor had no time to get his wand out until she was escaping halfway through the door.

He knew that she wouldn't get far without running into his men and he still had her wand so she was pretty much defenseless.

He just grabs the bowie blade and chases after her.

She makes it outside, she was still in the middle of the castle but it was better than being inside in the dungeons.

It was more like a battle field arena, but now is not the time to think about that right now.

There was a bunch of rubble and junk around. There wasn't an exit, maybe she could hide and sneak her way out.

She hears footsteps coming in her direction, she hids next to one of the barrels hopefully covering all of her.

She needs something to defend herself.. She can't just hide.

She hears his footsteps as he walks nearly to the middle of the arena, he looks around and a plan starts setting off in his head, all the tapestries that were everywhere and paper were perfect.

"incendio!" he casts the fire spell on the tapestries making the fire grow through the castle, trying to smoke her out.

He conjures a shield on top of the castle to the smoke would stay inside.

She realized what he was trying to do, he's trying to trap her in here, smoke her out and he would catch her but she needed to find something quick and to her luck, her peripheral vision she sees something shiny, a pair of scissors. Perfect.

Victor starts to pace around the arena, "Oh, Y/N.. Why did you lie?" he questions as he starts to circle around the arena trying to find the small girl.

"I mean you really got me on that one, you made me look like a fool. And that won't work in my book." he starts getting closer to where she was hiding, she had to sneak behind him to the opposite side of where he was, the smoke helped for cover but the fire was starting to spread causing her to lose oxygen.

After trying a few times to taunt her but knew they weren't working, so he pulls out his last card.

"I COULD HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING! you don't know how good I am for you!" her breath starts to get quicker as her fear starts spiking.

"Oh Y/N..you know if you would have taken my offer we wouldnt be in this situation, but you know what that's okay," he takes a deep breath.

"because I'm going to keep you, I'm gonna teach you." the whole arena was practically on fire, she had to make a move.

She looked over at him and he was just standing there with the fire, like they were one in the Same.

Y/N quietly creeps up on Victor and stabs him into the stomach, causing Victor to scream and throw her down to the ground, whilst causing his blade to slide away.

She lifted her head to find the blade, it was under the rubble she was hiding at before.

With her body colliding to the ground the air left her, trying to gather her surroundings, all she could focus on was getting to the blade.

Victor didn't see where the blade went but he had his and her wand so he thought he was just fine.

Thinking he's invincible.

He kicks her stomach as she tries to crawl away, he was trying to hurt her. But he didn't know him kicking her was helping her get closer to what she wanted.

One last kick she starts coughing and crying after the fifth kick.

He kneels down on top of her with his legs outsidd of hers, with one hand on top of her head and the other holding her down.

The moment he starts getting on top of her, her fear goes into overdrive.

He flips her around to face him, and she screams in his face, "GET OFF OF ME!!" she was shaking, screaming and fighting her way out.

He grabbed both of her wrists and held them over her head.

But He just laughs and shakes his head at her, "Oh Y/N, I thought you already knew? The fighting is the part I love the most." now Y/N was starting to cry and scream even more, trying to do anything to get him off.

"As I've always said children should be seen and not heard." that sentence broke her completely, she could feel his other hand touching her sacred area and unzipping her trousers.

He let's go of one of her wrists to unbuckle his pants, but that was his last mistake.

She uses that hand he let's go of and after a few struggles she managed to get the handle in her hand.

She immediately starts hacking his face, all primal fear takes over as she sees red.

She keeps chopping and screaming until everything she had was let out.

She kept going after a minute but stopped seeing the damage she had done, she practically degloved his face.

Victor rookwood is dead.

And it was a horrid sight, and the experience was worse.

She could finally hear the roars of the fire as it starts to basically cover everything.

Before she gets up, she saw her wand in his pocket.

She grabs it and runs to the oppisite exit from Where she came from.

But neither of them knew someone else had saw the whole situation, Harlow.

She had to keep running, she didn't have her wiggenweld potions and she didn't have her nap sack, so she couldn't take out highwing.

So as she walked away, the rookwood castle burned to the ground, letting people of feldcroft see what's happening.

She tried to find the closest flu flame she could find but that was in feldcroft.

Guess she was walking even more.

Y/N was silent, she couldn't say anything. She usually talks to herself if she didn't have any body with her.

She felt numb but all the emotions were there at the same time, but the most she could feel is rage.

That almost happened to her.. She almost got raped and by Victor rookwood no less, the one who cursed Anne.

And that's not counting on the new scar on her right arm forever.

Y/N thinks bitterly, 'I guess we're both victims from rookwood now' she can't even think straight, she just wanted to be left alone.

She eventually made it back to the school, but she had to make it to the bathrooms cause she was covered in ash and blood.

She was just traumatized, disassociating was a usual thing for the girl from her life from before but this was to a new level.

The longest she would disassociate would be a minute or two, not long at all. But now they were getting to nearly 5 minutes of not being there mentally.

All she could hear was her screams, the fire roaring but most of all his words. They were ingrained in her Brain forever.

She finally makes it to the showers, gets clean and heads to the common room.

Everything seems different now, she didn't like the calmness of the castle.

She could still feel his hands on her.. Even though she scrubbed and scrubbed until she bled, she could still feel him.

But he's gone now.. She didn't have to worry about him harming anyone like that again.

Then all of a sudden she felt a wave of despair making her stop her tracks.

She knew this feeling too well, she was about to break down. She couldn't go to the common room with everyone in there.

She will not humiliate herself even more than she already has.

Not even a second thought she runs to the undercroft.

Not knowing a certain slytherin boy was heading down there as well.

Once she makes it inside the undercroft, she glances to make sure no one was in here before she could really break down.

She walked to one of the pillars and slid down starting to express the despair and pain of just going through something like that.

She rolled up her right sleeve and saw the scar, she couldn't think of anything when she saw it, it only reminded her of him.

She starts to let go as she starts to scream, letting out any internal pain.

She must have not heard the metal gates open but sebastian heard her scream right before he entered which scared the shit out of him.

He races in trying to find her, but looking over a pillar he eventually does.

And his heart broke at what he saw, she was a mess, a crying screaming mess.

But she was angry, she had so much rage she didn't think it possible.

"Y/N what happened?!" sebastian touches her, but the moment he does his touch triggered something, she was immediately back at the burning castle with rookwood.

She starts screaming bloody murder, covering her eyes trying to protect herself from the magical world trying to harm her. Maybe she wasn't cut out for all the magic.

Sebastian realized that she just went through Something horribly traumatic, at first he thought it was his uncles death that was getting to her.

But that didn't make sense because she flinched at his touch but Solomon didn't harm her which means something else was going on.

He grabs both of her arms and pulls her closer, one hand grabs her face to look up at him, giving her reassurances Like, "You're okay, nothing can get you while I'm here." and "Im not letting you go."

She was finally able to get out of that mental attack and finally see sebastian, he looks so concerned and worried.. Am I the reason he's like that?

Even after having your own panic attack, you were still worried about someone else.

Sebastian looks into her eyes and wipes her tears away, "hey, what's going on?" he asks in a soft tone that he uses for anne, making y/n kinda shy away but she knew she couldn't.

She couldn't tell him, she couldn't tell anybody really.

Even if she tried too, she couldn't.

She wasn't good at explaining her feelings especially traumatic ones but she just went through hell and back give her a break.

He was still looking at her for answers, she might not be able to tell him about certain things but she was able to show him.

She looks down and lifts up her pajama sleeve to reveal the carved word Mudblood on her arm.

Sebastian tensed immediately, "What the fuck is this!" he demands as he traces the words getting more angry with seeing each letter.

"Who did this y/n." it wasn't really a question it was more of a demand.

she croaked out, "Victor rookwood, don't worry he's dead now." he looked up at her in confusion, she just said it so casually.

And she wasn't finished, "he was the one to curse anne.. Not the goblins." sebastian was already pissed off enough to be pacing in the undercroft but now knowing he hurt both of his girls, he wanted to kill him himself.

She was silent, other than the scar something was bothering her and he knew it, so he calmed down and took deep breaths.

"is that all? Or is there something else?" he asks staring into her eyes, after a few moments she smiles and says, "Nope, just the scar." sebastian gave her a face of 'I don't really believe you' but decided to let it go.

He wraps his arms around her and lifted her into his lap coddling her.

See this was new between them, they were never this close.

But after his uncles death by his hand, let's just say they were more trauma bonded than anything.

Once she cuddled into his chest she released any left over feelings and he just held her, letting her cry on him however long she wanted.

He knew there was something more than just the scar.

Yeah sure having a scar that says you're a mudblood is fucked up in itself, but he knows that's not the real reason, he'll figure it out.

He will....

To be continued.. On part 2

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