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kardamaeloise-25 · 10 months

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Dara Snake Woman Creepypasta

Dara, a ghost that exudes dangerous poisons that can cause you an extremely painful death, little do you know that in fact this "ghost" is actually a human, the name of this human is Dara Myres, you will now find out about what happened to this woman, Dara before becoming a murderous monster she was the daughter of a prostitute who lived in the motel, the relationship with her mother is not good at all, the one who gave birth to her hates her with all her forms, her appearance , personality is similar to her ex-husband who killed her best friend, poor Dara was always beaten and humiliated by her own mother, the thing her mother loved most was cutting her daughter's hair, she never shaved her head her because the other prostitutes defended her and took Dara away from her mother. With these abuses both psychological and physical, obviously his behavior is disturbing and of very bad character.

Everyone at school hated her, she suffered a lot of bullying both for being the daughter of a prostitute and her unusual personality. However, there is only one person who understood her, it was a boy named Matt, he is very patient, brave and optimistic (although he was quite naive). Dara doesn't express her feelings much, so she's very grateful to have Matt by her side, he's the first friend she's ever had at her age. One day after her school class ended, Dara went to leave last, since she doesn't like the Motel very much because of the "noises" there, she went to an abandoned park to be able to be alone to clean a little her mind and took out of her backpack a china doll that one of the prostitutes had given her for her last birthday.

She always vents her problems to this doll as if she were actually talking to someone. Her whole life has felt like a failure, agonized and alone; her heart is cracked, she doesn't understand what comfort or empathy is, when she gets that feeling, she feels strange and doesn't know how to deal with it. Matt is the only person who can get her to her feet, have all the patience to teach her right and wrong, mostly make her feel better, she wouldn't know what to do without him, just thinking about it at this she smiles and hugs the china doll happily. Too bad the happiness ends, Dara gets a message from Matt, and it wasn't pleasant when she read the message. She said he got tired of her, that she ruined his life and called her many names. Dara was paralyzed, she was surprised that such a kind boy would be able to send such painful messages, with a lot of anger and hatred in her heart she threw her cell phone in the middle of the grass, and then ended up freaking out hitting the tree next to her that made her wrists bleed, but not even the pain soothed her. She went back to "home" which she called hell with a broken heart and to add to her problems her mother knocked her over, bumping into her daughter on purpose and laughing as if she were seeing a clown. Dara kicks between her own mother's legs which brings her to her knees and threatens her to cut off her privacy so no one can stick their tongues in her. After that threatening fight, Dara decided to skip class so as not to see Matt, since he now hates her and would treat her like the boys who bullied her. The whole day was like a nightmare, heard voices saying horrible things, felt dizzy and felt like she was about to die. She looked like she didn't have control of her own body, she did certain things that she wasn't aware of and became more and more aggressive. She heard a voice that guided her to the motel's garage, she went there even though she didn't want to go, she couldn't control her own, there she saw a man, but not a normal man, he had gray skin, golden eyes and mouth; he said certain things to Dara" there he saw a man, but not a normal man, he had gray skin, golden eyes and mouth; he said certain things to Dara" there he saw a man, but not a normal man, he had gray skin, golden eyes and mouth; he said certain things to Dara"I followed his entire life up to here and it was time for the end of his tragic story''.

Dara didn't question it, not the least she got scared of that strange man and just accepted his death. When he was going to turn himself in, he heard a familiar voice, it was Matt, he didn't see the man with the golden eyes, so he was just talking to Dara, he was apologizing for those messages, the boys who were bullying stole his cell phone, they sent a message for her and almost killed him when he tried to retrieve it; that was true because of the bruises on her face, the man who was going to kill Dara was disgusted by Matt and his golden eyes changed to red. Dara begged the man not to kill him but he ignored her and with his ropes cut Matt's back, a very deep cut that completely had no way to save him and then Dara got angry, took out her fury on the paranormal man who his name is " then she tried to hit the eye but he pulled her with his ropes and threw the girl towards the wall falling beside Matt's dead body. When The Pupperther would finally take her life, she felt a pain in her chest, the pain spread throughout her body that she could barely move and vomited black. He tried to take Dara's soul but it seemed that something was being impeded, he heard a horrible voice that said then she tried to hit the eye but he pulled her with his ropes and threw the girl towards the wall falling beside Matt's dead body. When The Pupperther would finally take her life, she felt a pain in her chest, the pain spread throughout her body that she could barely move and vomited black. He tried to take Dara's soul but it seemed that something was being impeded, he heard a horrible voice that said"She's mine" and then tried to get out of that place as fast as possible. Dara was tired and weak to get up, she was hugging Matt's body, crying, she always considered him as her best friend and the best person she could have and begged him not to leave her alone. While she mourned her friend's death, his body fell apart looking like it was turning into snow and Dara's appearance changed too, her curly hair cut, grew and turned white. Someone was sitting next to Dara, it was a woman with black hair with diamond marks at the corners of her mouth and blue eyes, she was stroking Dara's hair and told her "You won't be alone dear", "it's all well" and "after all, now, you're mine", after hearing that Dara gets up with her new form that consisted of being very similar to a ghost, her eyes were green that became much brighter and more striking with a straight pupil like a cat and her teeth canines grow the same way a vampire and when she gets mad she grows a subspecies of serpents on her head.

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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Mafia!Ateez Reaction: Their Y/N is a spy from another gang; part 2

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➼ requested?: yes, but I lost the request

➼ genre: mafia au

➼ pairing: mafia!ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2,1k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, hints of spanking, abuse, violence, degrading, humiliating, punching, punishments, pet names, death threads / mentions of death, dark themes,...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: I don’t know how to feel about this but here you go. Oh and: there’s a tiny bit of fluff and angst included, enjoy!

➼ First part

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Park Seonghwa

Exactly one month has passed since Seonghwa caught you and brought you back. One month since you lost your family and friends. Seonghwa made sure that there were no survivors. Since the day he bought you back, you were locked in the basement, Seonghwa always making sure to give you your daily punishment. You slowly started to belive that he lost all his love for you and wanted you to die as slow and painful as possible. You tried everything to explain why you did what you did, even begging one of his men for help, but it was no use. When night time came around, Seonghwa entered the basement, same expression as usual. When he approached your chained figure, he pulled out a knife. You started to panic, hectically shaking your head. „Pshhh” He placed his left index finger on his lips. Tears started to split out of your eyes. This was it, he is going to kill you. When he went behind your back and grabbed your throat, you closed your eyes, not ready to die. He slowly traced the knife over your neck. The only thing that could be heard were your sobs but then Seonghwas chuckle broke the silence, your eyes opening again. „Dumb pet, did you really think I would kill you? I think I made you learn your lesson, no? Stop crying now, I don’t want your eyes to be puffy when we go out for dinner. Oh and Y/N, better appreciate my tolerance and start learning all the rules I’ve set for you once I bought you back up. Remember, it’s all up to me on how your live looks like. Now let’s go get ready, the car is already waiting.”

Kim Hongjoong

Your body felt sore, head spinning. You tried to reach out for your phone but your hands were tied on the bed. You closed your eyes. When you looked around, there was no sign of your lover. You thought about a way to free yourself but you knew it would be no use. You signed out loudly. You barely remembered the previous night, only knowing that you got beaten. Right at that moment, Hongjoong walked into your shared bedroom, with only a towel covering his lower body. „Good morning.” You didn’t respond, only staring at him. Hongjoong probably didn’t like your silence, that’s why he made his way towards you, angry mode on. „Was all the beating yesterday not enough, do you want me to beat you again?” You shook your head. „I’m sorry. Good morning.” A smile creeped on his face. „Good girl / boy.” He then please a soft kiss on your forehead, starting to talk again. „We will have a talk after the Meeting. Rest for a bit, I know I went a bit too hard on you yesterday but you deserved it. Sorry, doll. One of the maids will come and bring you some food. Be good until I return.”

Jeong Yunho

„Mr. Jeong Yunho, do you promise to be a lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you apart?” Yunho smiled. „I do.” Then it was your turn. „And do you Mr. / Mrs. Y/L/N Y/N, promise to be a lawfully wedded wife / husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you apart?” You breathed out loudly, nodding your head. „I do.” You felt how Yunhos nervousness wanised away. „You may kiss each other now.” Was the last thing the priest said. Yunho did what he was told, immediately reaching out for you and placing a soft kiss on your lips. After your wedding, both of you made your way straight to his private jet, going on your planned vocation. „Are you exited?” You didn’t hear what he said, lost on your thoughts. „Y/N, I am talking to you.” „Hm?” He shook his head. „This is supposed to be one of the best days in your life but you don’t seem happy. What is wrong?” „I'm fine Yunho, I was just dreaming around.” Silence. „Is it because I killed your family and that they couldn’t come today?“ You slowly turned your head in his direction. „No Yunho, it was me who wanted their death. I wanted to prove my love for you and I am happy now, so don’t worry, baby. It’s just a bit overwhelming, you know, the marriage and stuff.” Your husband smiled at you again, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. „Good. I love you too baby and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Kang Yeosang

He took you down there and gave you a good long punishment. No, he didn’t use any tools, he punched you with his bare hands. Your face and body were bleeding, ass red and marked with his hand print. You cried. Not the fact that you got beaten hurts you more, but the fact that Yeosang himself did it. Never ever in your live did you think that he would pull something like this on you but then you realized, that he wanted to show you how he feels for what you’ve done to him. He wanted to make you feel the same way he feels. You will get over the pain of a punishment like this but you might never get over the pain that your heart is holding, I mean, how could he trust you ever again? There is a chance tho but you have to work hard for that and who knows how long it will take. No matter what it takes, you are ready to do it. At the end of the day, you two love each other, right? „You will never ever pull something like this again, is this clear?” You silently nodded your head. „Good, now get on all fours and follow me around, no matter where I go to. Don’t even think I care about humiliating you, dirty pet. Now let’s go, you don’t wanna disappoint me again, right?”

Choi San

After you two reached his mansion, he pulled you out by your hair and took you straight to his office. All you did was to cry. After watching you for a bit, he approached your kneeling figure and pointing his gun at you. „Was it worth it? To play with my feelings like that. Tell me! What did I do wrong, huh?! I’ve done nothing but love and protect you! You ungrateful whore!” Both of you were crying heavily, Sans head was red out of all the yelling. „Kill me, San. Please, kill me. I deserve it, now hurry.” Sans face went from angry-sad to desperat-sad. He started to cry even harder. „You know that I can’t. Trust me, I do want to kill you for what you’ve done, but fuck, I love you! I hate to love you but I do and I know that there was something between us! I had to be...” He sunk to he knees, both of you looked each other deep in the eyes. „Tell me you love me, Y/N. Tell me that what we had was real, that you do have feelings for me, too. Say that we will always stay together and that we will have a family in the future. Come on, say it!” You couldn’t even breath normally from all the crying but you wanted to tell him that he was right, you needed to. „I love you, San. You’re right, everything I felt for you was real. I do want to live with you until we take our last breath. I want to have a family with you and I just want us both to be more than happy together. I am sorry for all I’ve done, but I had a reason, San. I-“ You were interrupted by your fiancé. He gave you a tight hug, scared of letting you go. „Psh, stop. I will find out why you did but for now I just want to stay with you like this and forget about everything, okay? Just please, please don’t hurt me anymore, Y/N.”

Song Mingi

You knew that when your gang comes and tries to take you back, they will fail and that’s exactly what happened that day. Mingi was way too powerful and way too obsessed over you but you were happy how everything turned out. „You’re not ready yet?” Mingi walked into your shared room, making his way behind you. „Give me two minutes.” He smilingly nodded his head. „Okay. I will wait downstairs.” You nodded your head. He planned this date for a bit now, his behavior being a bit strange. Once you were done, you went down where Mingi was waiting for you. After finishing your dinner at the restaurant, Mingi took your hand in his. „Y/N, today is a really special day for me, well, for us. I want nothing more than to have a future with you, to call you my wife / husband. Baby, I wanna make it official to the whole world now. Therefore I got you this.” He then pulled out a tiny black box. Your heart started to race. When he opened the box, you faced a beautiful diamond ring. Tears started to form in your eyes, one of your hands covering your mouth in shook. So that’s why Mingi was so exited about this dinner. „I-I don’t know what to say.” A chuckle left his mouth. „Well, you have to tell me if you want to become my wife / husband. Not that you have a choice, but I want you to say it out loud, baby.” „Yes, Mingi, I do!” He started smiling as bright as the sun, immediately taking the ring out and putting the ring on your right ring finger. „I love you. Thank you so much for making me the happiest men alive, Y/N.”

Jung Wooyoung

After a few months, Wooyoung was convinced that he trained you into the perfect pet. Honestly, it was hell. He let you starve, he punched you, humiliated you and has done so much more just for you to beg him to kill you. At some point you stopped and thanked him instead. That was it, this was when Wooyoung stopped. „Y/N! Hurry up, we need to leave soon!” Both of you were getting ready for a mission. You needed to leave the country, that’s why you were currently packing your suitcase. You hated the fact that you had no privacy. Wooyoung positioned guards EVERYWHERE around the house. So as you packed your underwear you asked the guard to turn around but he refused. „Come on, I feel uncomfortable with strangers seeing my underwear.” The guard didn’t move nor looked away. You rolled your eyes. „Please?” „I'm sorry Mrs. / Mr. Y/L/N but I am obliged to watch your every step. Mr. Jung would kill me if I let anything happen, no one know what you’re up to. You might carry a dangerous object with you and if Mr. Jung finds out, he will not only kill me but you too. I ask for understanding. For now, you might hurry up a bit, you know how the boss gets when someone’s taking too long for his liking.”

Choi Jongho

You indeed told him everything to the tiniest detail. Jongho believed you but he showed you the cold shoulder. You did understood tho, it just made you sad. As your were taking a shower, strong arms wrapped around your body. You turned your head around, looking directly into Jonghos beautiful brown eyes. He smiled at you. „You were taking too long, I had to come in.” You let out a little chuckle, turning your body around. You both just stared at each other’s eyes. „What’s wrong?” Jongho frowned. „What do you mean, Y/N?” Now you were the one smiling. „Your eyes. They hold some discomfort in them.” Jonghos grip loosened a bit. He didn’t say anything, only staring into your eyes. „Your eyes hold some discomfort too, Y/N.” You then broke the eye contact, looking at his bare chest. „Well, I have a good reason. I mean, not long ago I broke the heart of the most precious and most beautiful men on earth.” Jongho lifted your head up, letting his thumb carry your face softly. „Yea, maybe, but at the same time I killed the family of the most perfect human being of the entire world. To add on, I didn’t took enough research and ended up confronting you with things that you didn’t even do and the worst out of all things; almost killed you, Y/N, so please stop feeling bad because of me. I don’t want those beautiful eyes to hold sadness in them, okay?” Another smiled creeped on your face. „Only if you do the same for me Mr. Choi.” Then, both of you stated to burst out into laugher.

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obsessivelycapricious · 3 years

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18+ Jason Todd x fem!reader fic ramble.

Hey, so this is a idea i've had in my head for a while, but it won't leave me alone. I've kinda written the first part of it already? But idk if I'll finish it. I haven't worked out the ending yet either but a couple of lovely people were interested in hearing it so here goes! Thanks for the support! I'll tag you all separately.

Warnings: excessive torture, manipulation, gaslighting, rape, violence. kidnapping, interrogation, Stockholm syndrome, abuse. I dont specifically mention how old the characters are, but B-Man likes to pick them young so use your imagination to age them up a bit if you like. It's dark folks, and a super slow burn, though it might not be so bad written in brief here, but if those bother you it might not be a good idea to read it. (its hidden under the cut - PS it got super long - 2.5k words.)

You are Robin. Or, you were at least.

Batman picked you up out of crime alley, gave you a home and a purpose and trained you up to be one of the best deterrents to the crime in Gotham. You lived in the manor, and thought of Bruce and Alfred (even Dick) as your family. It's awesome and you love it!

Almost two years after donning the cape, something goes wrong. You get split up from Batman and taken by Jokers men. That night is the last night you see the sky for years.

Over the next three years, you are systematically abused, manipulated, gaslighted and tortured until you are a shell of your former self. Conditioned to obey his every whim, you micro dose of the small crumbs of affection Joker has to offer you. He gives you test after test, pushing you to your limit always in new and horrific ways. You don't hesitate when he asks you to shoot someone in the head or to beat someone to death. The consequences of fighting against him aren't worth it, you have learned that the hard way. He even doesn't always lock the door behind him and yet you don't try to escape.

You hate batman with a passion now, you regret ever having met the man, he has ruined your life and it's his fault that you are where you are now. He abandoned you. Used you for his games and then replaced you like you were nothing to him. It broke your heart when Joker showed you the footage of another Robin running along the rooftops. Your replacement. Heartbreak boiled over to fury and rage.

He passes you around his acquaintances, particularly Johnathan Crane who is eager to test his new strain of fear gas out. Under the gas you see the Bat sacrificing you again and again to get what he wants. If Scarecrow takes advantage of you while he has you in a vulnerable state, no one cares enough to stop him. He wants to know who the Bat is, but you know that telling him will put Alfred in danger and you'll do anything to avoid that

(Thankfully the joker doesn't want to know who the bat is, you're not sure you could defy him like that anymore.)

Then one day, a body gets thrown into the small cell you are kept in when joker doesn't want to play. Its a Robin. You panic, fear and anger confusing you while joker laughs in your face. You know it's another test but you can't figure out what the rules are.

This is where the fic starts. It's about Jason Todd's slow descent from a vibrant punk who loves being Robin to the dejected, abused shell of a boy who hates the caped crusader and will do anything Joker tells him. You know it'll happen, because that's what happened to you.

Only, Joker never does the same thing twice. Even if it works. You don't want to get attached to the boy, but birds of a feather and all that jazz.

Highlights (or lowlights) include:

Having to share a small confined cell with Jason.

Arguing about the Joker and escaping

"Don't you want to leave? Crazy bitch."

Finding out that Batman didn't even tell Jason about you:

“Why would he come for you anyway, huh? What makes you so special?” “I’m Robin. We’re partners. We’ve been through all kinds of shit together. We’re like this.” “Pah. You really believe it too, don’t you? Ya poor sap.” “What do you mean?” “Why go to the bother of finding a dumb punk like you when he can just make a new shiny Robin instead?” “He wouldn’t do that.” “He’s already done it. You ain’t the first.” “That Robin moved away, he’s doing his own thing now.” “I wasn’t talking about him. I meant the other one.” “What other one?” “The other one.” “There aren’t any other ones – I’m the only other Robin that there’s ever been.” “You motherfucker!”

Beating the shit out of Jason in a blind rage because he won't stop talking about how Batman will come for him.

“How long have you known Batsy for huh? If you know him so well.” “Nearly three years. How long have you known him huh? Oh that’s right – you don’t” “What? Three – Three years?” “That’s what I said. Look, I know this is scary, but I trust B-Man. He’ll come for me, we’ll kick all these guy’s asses, take Joker back to Arkham and get you out of here too. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.” “B-Man?” “Yeah, Batman.” “Shut up.” “What? Why?” “I don’t want to talk about him anymore so shut up!”

Jason finally figuring out who you are when Joker comes to punish you for denting his new toy.

Joker calling you pet names while manipulates you and you being terrified the Joker is going to replace you too

“Oh. Pumpkin, it’s alright. I thought we agreed we were over this, no? Batsy kicked you to the curb a long time ago. It’s old news! This shiny new toy of ours is your replacement.”. “What? You’re replacing me too?” “No, no no. I’d never dream of doing something so barbaric, Sweetheart. That’s the Bats’ M.O. You’re mine for keeps. I would never be that cruel, would I?”

Jason taking his anger out on you:

“Why do you hate B and not the Joker? He’s the one that’s doing this to you. He shipped you off to Crane and you didn’t even fight back.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “No, I know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re screwed in the head. You’re a joke, you’ve given up. Some Robin you are. A real Robin fights back. You don’t deserve the title.”

Joker making you put your Robin suit back on to fight Jason for his amusement. Jason hesitates in the beginning but kicks your ass every time.

Jason trying to comfort you but being bad at it.

Joker asking your opinion on you what you think will break the boy:

"When he gets replaced. Show him."

Weeks of being beaten then long stretches of being left alone with Jason with no instructions.

Catching Jason staring at you when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Joker being caught and taken to Arkham so you both get knocked out and transported there too.

Joker ignores you the entire time he's there as he's being watched to closely, the separation sets you off into a panic when you think about it too much.

Most of Arkham is in on you being kept there. The prisoners who know about it are paid off by being able to play with you - and now Jason too.

Jason thinking in Arkham he would have more chance of being able to escape.

You being subjected to more of Crane's abuse and different types of gas.

Jason being brought back to your cell after being tortured by calendar man and offering him comfort for the first time.

Being cut open and tortured by Zsaz.

Huddling up in the abandoned wing of Arkham for warmth and comfort.

Remembering that you had met before, years ago in the Narrows before Batman took you to be his adopted daughter.

Jason taking care of you while you recover.

Giving Jason advice on how to cope and get through the different villains taking revenge on you.

Jason being hurt and tired and snapping at you, causing an argument where you lash out at him:

"I had to go through this all on my own, dickweed. I didn't have anyone to hold my hand and tell me I wasn't going to die. So fuck you! God forbid I try and help your sorry ass."

Jason being tortured by two-face and seeing Batman and a new Robin visiting Arkham. They don't hear him scream for them to help. It breaks his heart and his will to fight.

You knew it would happen, but seeing it first hand makes your heart break for him. You didn't want to be right. You hate Batman more for what he's done to Jason than what he's done to you.

"I was right there (y/n)! Right there and he didn't even look at me."

Talking about Alfred and how much he means to you both.

Thinking you might actually have feelings for Jason after all.

Being transported back to the compound when Joker finally breaks out of Arkham again only to be in separate cells.

Having major separation anxiety from not being able to tell if Jason is okay.

Joker being jealous of your attachment to Jason and doubling down on his control over you.

He tries to take you outside and you panic so badly you beg him to take you back because you're terrified of what being free will mean.

Joker telling you that you failed his test by getting attached to the boy. He tells you that he's going to kill Jason to teach you a lesson.

Being put back in a cell with Jason to find his face has been branded and he's just so utterly void of any hope or any life.

Sitting next to Jason in the cell with your head on his shoulder.

Jason knowing he's going to die without you having to tell him. His voice is quiet and resigned, almost with a shred of relief when he says:

"He's going to kill me soon, isn't he?" "I'm going to miss you, Jason Todd." "I'm glad I got to know you, (Y/N). I'm sorry I couldn't get us out." "It's okay."

You kissing his cheek as you drift off huddled together for the last time.

Joker forcing you to watch as he beats Jason repeatedly with a crowbar, ignoring your defiant cries and struggles for him to stop.

"Which hurts more Little Red? Hmm? Forehand? Or Backhand? I think (Y/N) would like to know!"

Joker blaming you for having to kill Jason:

"And all because of your silly school girl crush. What a waste. I'm very disappointed in you, Dolly."

Being dragged away screaming from his lifeless body and thrown into the back of a van just in time before the building explodes.

That's the first half. For the second half to the ending, I haven't quite figured out yet. I've got a few ideas, but I can't decide what would fit better, feel free to help me out here.

Batman could find her after all this time, new evidence being uncovered during the explosion and in his grief about finding Jason's body he could question that he never actually found yours. Of course then you'd be homicidal and try to kill him, resulting in you being locked in another cell, this time in the Batcave. You'd get to scream at him about all his failings and what a terrible person he is though so that could be cathartic. Alfred (And Dick a little) manages to talk you back to some kind of sanity but you are forever changed by this. You meet Red Hood at a later date: on your way to find an egg and cheese sandwich when someone pulls a gun on you. Seeing you again jars him out of his own homicidal rage long enough to care about the girl who he couldn't save, giving the BatFam an opening to reason with him some.

-Or-

Joker keeps you hidden away and the Bat still has no idea you even exist. It stays that way for two more years where you eventually become completely numb to everything he or his acquaintances do to you. Joker eventually gets bored at the lack of reaction and in his boredom he gets careless. A new vigilante takes it upon himself to blow up to compound and best all Joker's men, he escapes but the vigilante doesn't chase after him and instead he finds you. You resist his attempts to save you, knowing how angry Joker will be so instead, Red Hood punches you in the face, knocking you out. He carries out into the night and you wake up somewhere new and he tries to help unravel the fuck ton of issues you've got while dealing with his own. He'll probably enlist the BatFam to help once he's done wanting to kill them, unless you can talk him into killing the Bat together, after the Joker dies of course.

-Or-

One day, maybe a year after Jason dies, Joker decides he's bored of you and gives you one last curveball. After more than 6 years of being isolated and abused, you wake up in an alley on the streets of Gotham, alone. Abandoned again. After several panic attacks and not knowing if it was a test and that you should run back to the Joker or going to find Alfred because he's the only person in the world left that you trust, you decide to leave Gotham altogether. You make it out and somehow navigate your way to having an apartment, a job and even a quiet life in Bludhaven, away from the Bat and the Clown and the nightmares. Except that one day, while you're drinking your morning coffee in a café, Dick Grayson sits down opposite you. You're stable enough not to react immediately, and Dick seems to really care that you're alive and well. Turns out that the Bat found out about you and decided to leave you alone this whole time (which only serves to double down on your feelings of abandonment) Only the joker is out of control and they think that you could help them by giving them an insight into how the joker works. They've got a new Vigilante to deal with too so they're stretched pretty thin. You flat out refuse which is when it turns out it really wasn't a request. You are taken back to Gotham and confronted with the BatFam, helping them reluctantly when Red Hood breaks into your new apartment, demanding information. You argue, and it feels too familiar, setting off a panic attack when he ribs you about your complicated relationship with the Joker. Identities are revealed and you work together to take down the Joker.

The epilogue to this saga would be some time after any of those options.

Both you and Jason finally in a healthier place where you can actually acknowledge what has been growing between you two since you were paired together all those years ago. It's not a neat and tidy happily ever after, it's messy and full of arguments, fears and misunderstandings but it's also full of tenderness, softness and love. And the sex is really good too.

If you got this far, thanks for reading! Let me know what you think? Come chat to me anytime!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #dc imagines #jason todd imagine #jason todd #dc comics #dark fic #18+#joker #TW

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glassartpeasants · 4 years

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My Little Pet

YA’LL THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING SHIGGY FLUFF?! NOPE!!!!

I just thought of this while i was reading yandere shigaraki things. I’ll get to more requests later but god damn i can’t ignore this insufferable urge.

Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Angst, yandere shiggy, dark themes, violence, abuse, degradation, suicide, implied noncon, like this has absolutely no happiness

A/N: Warning this shit gets hella dark, this is way darker then the ‘Dead to Me’ fic i wrote awhile ago. Please note that this may trigger some people so please read at your own risk.

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You sat in the room that held you captive as you shivered in fear. Your hands were the only thing that consoled you as you wrap your arms around your self as if to feel the warmth of a hug. Tears streaming down your eyes as your body was sore.

The man know as Tomura Shigaraki had kidnapped you, saying how he was so in love with you. How could you have loved someone you never met? His reasoning made absolutely no sense but you guess in the mind of a villain nothing ever made sense. Of course you thought that it couldn’t get any worse when he had kidnapped you but how wrong you were.

He would punish you for the littlest of things. Didn’t say hi to him? That earned you a slap. Didn’t wear the clothes he wanted you to wear even if he didn’t tell you he wanted you to wear them? No food for you for the rest of the day. Fallen asleep when he didn’t say you could? Beaten to a pulp.

His punishments were cruel and harsh, no remorse in his eyes while doing it. You had begged him to stop on multiple occasions but that only got you beaten harder. So you just took it, no tears no noise. Nothing to get him mad at you for. The worse one was not to long ago when you were brought to death’s door step.

~~~

1 months ago

You hadn’t had a glass of water in two days, your voice so hoarse that it hurt to talk. You sat in the corner of your room, looking like a broken doll rather then a person. You sat there looking at the cold wooden floors underneath you, not bothering to lift your head up when you heard the once locked door open.

“My player 2, how are you today finally learn your lesson on not being a brat?” His voice sent shivers down your body as all you could do was stare at the floor, your throat refusing to say words.

“Aw come on, no need to ignore me, i was just doing whats best for you!” The giddiness in his voice sparked a fire in your soul. Your mind racing, forcing you to see red. The words in your throat came up on what you truly felt about your captor, it was too late to take back what you said. But you didn’t care, dying seemed better then living with this monstrosity.

“WHAT”S BEST FOR ME?! YOU KIDNAPPED ME! NOW YOU THINK I LOVE YOU?! YOU A COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOT TO THINK I’D EVER LIKE YOU! BEATING ME? NOT LETTING ME GET FOOD OR WATER! TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ME?! I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU TOMURA SHIGARAKI!” Your words cut like knives slicing into his skin, before he could do any rational thinking his hand reached out for you but you ducked just in time. You try to run only for your hair to get yanked back and fall head first onto the ground, making you vision grow blurry.

The wind was knocked out of your lungs as a foot collided with your ribs. You hurried and curled up into a fetal position on to have another kick to your spine, you screamed out in pain as more kicks landed on your ribs and stomach.

Tears no falling from your eyes as you felt a sharp pain in your nose, blood rushing down your face as you heard the sickening crack. Your hands rushed to cover up you face as the blows kept landing.

A hand grabs a fistful of hair before another grabs your hand as you let out another scream of agonizing pain, another crack pained your skin but this time it wasn’t a broken bone.

Shigaraki looked at your arm seeing his quirk eat at your skin slowly but surely crawling up your arm. He throws your head down to the ground before rushing over to your decaying arm. Your screaming only caused more pain to your throat. You looked down only to see Shigaraki take out a knife from his pocket.

Your screams no longer heard as you started to gag on the bile and blood arising in your throat. Your hand no longer existed as Shigaraki frantically severed your arm just below the elbow. Enough to stop the decay. But it wasn’t enough to stop the blood loss.

Your eyes soon grew heavy as your skin grew ever so pale. Life slowly fading from your eyes as the whole room grew blurry. You shut your eyes only hearing screaming coming from a frantic voice, four fingers grabbing each of your shoulders as they shook you back in forth screaming at you to ‘stop faking it.’

Your mind went black after that.

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Present

After your voice was permanently damaged from what happened that day, Shigaraki had given you water everyday. No matter how much he deemed ‘you don’t deserve it’.

You had no idea what he was trying to do, did he truly think the water was going to bring back your voice? New flash for him, it wasn’t. Now thanks to him you hand no left arm, no voice and no reason to live. It was hard to think about how you life turned to this.

You, a once lively and bubbly person with a great outlook on life no dreaded each passing day. Your eyes once full of life now rendered lifeless as if someone didn’t see you breathing they probably would have believed you were dead.

“Player 2?” The sound of a cracked voice entered your ears. Bile erupted in your throat at the thought of seeing him again. You were entirely repulsed by him. He was only putting on this sad facade to get your sympathy. That’s what he always did. No matter how many times he said he was sorry you knew better then to believe him. No matter how much he cried and begged for you to talk to him or to just look at him, you still never gave in.

You heard the creaky door open as a pair of red shoes came in your eye sight. Sniffing was the next thing you heard as a thud fell to the floor. you wanted to see what it was but your eyes could only stare at the piece of glass across the room.

“Please my player 2, talk to me, look at me.....please...” His voice rang in your ears, if you were naive you would have thought that he was actually sorry. Your eyes refused to look at him, missing the broken look in his eyes.

Shigaraki sobbed onto the floor his tears making a puddle for him to see he reflection. He hated what he saw, a little boy who’s hurt another person he loved. Images flashed through his head, his father. Oh god his father. What would his mother think if she saw him like this?

He looked at you as his sobbing became uncontrollable. He looked at you no longer seeing the person he fell in love with, only seeing an empty shell of a human. But no matter how much he tried to convey his feelings of guilt for what he’s done to you, it always turns into anger. Which is exactly what happened everytime.

“Stupid bitch just look at me! I give you everything you could ever what and you ignore me?! Your a good for nothing cock slut who’s only purpose is to satisfy me!” Shigaraki turned around and slammed the door behind him. He walked away angrily before realizing his mistake. He clenched his fists together. He turned around quickly the try and apologize but Kurogiri had snagged him away before he could.

~~~

As you heard Shigaraki’s footsteps fade away you quickly crawl over to the broken shard of glass, a tiny shimmer of light hit it making it shine. A smile quickly washed over your face before tears of happiness left your eyes as you slowly brought the sharp glass to your chest.

~~~

After about an hour of being lectured by Kurogiri, Shigaraki was set free and the first thing he did was go to check up on you.

He took a deep breath before opening the door, his head peeking out to find you only to have his heart shatter as he found you in a different corner of the room, blood pooling around your body.

He raced over towards your body laying you gently on the ground as he tried to figure out what was wrong. His eyes trailed to a shinny piece of glass, covered in a deep red.

His head snapped back to you looking up and down and saw your shirt was covered in the red liquid. His hands grab at your shirt decaying it to try and find where the wound was only to be presented with a heart stopping conclusion.

You had stabbed yourself in the chest.

“No no no, please stop god damnit!” Shigaraki’s hands covered the wound over your chest refusing to believe you had done this. His hands slither up to your neck trying to find a pulse, anything that proved you were alive.

He found nothing.

“No...” His arms slither around your waist bringing your lifeless body closer to him, your face close to his as tears formed in his eyes. His arms were shaking as your blood stained his shirt. His eyes focused on your pale face.

“Please don’t leave me...I promise I’ll be better..” He whispered as he put his forehead on yours, tears falling from his eyes only to land on your cheeks. He prayed for your answer, to hear your angelic voice once more, the silence was suffocating Shigaraki alive as the pressure in his heart felt like he was going to explode.

He looked at your face your eyelashes collecting his tears as he pressed his lips to your cold ones. Your warm lips are all but a fading memory as the image of you now burned into his skull and would for as long as he lived.

His arms pulled you closer as your body was ice cold. He took one good look at you which only caused his heart to break further.

Bruised and broken was the best way he could describe it. Bruises from his tantrums cover your body as he looks at your left arm.

He let out a scream of undeniable pain as he felt his world stop. You were the only things that kept him sane. His only sort of light in this cold world.

And now you were gone.

#mha tomura #tomura shiragaki #yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere shigaraki #yandere tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #mha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #mha angst #bnha angst #tomura shigaraki x reader #this shit is so fucked up #please read at your own risk

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mistergrass · 4 years

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AU where Kyo does not lash out at Yuki when they first meet. How do they end up: best friends, boyfriends, both?

OMG I AM SO LATE TO REPLY TO THIS but it is because this one really made me think!!

SO OKAY, picture this:

Kyo’s big thing when he’s a kid is that he focuses all of his anger and rage on Yuki and makes him into this big blame outlet. I think for Kyo not to have lashed out at Yuki, that rage would probably have to be directed elsewhere, rather than just dissolve altogether. And for the purpose of this AU (and to maintain as much of their character themes as possible), I think it might be interesting if the person on the receiving end of that was Akito.

So, picture this:

That night when Yuki meets Kyo for the first time on New Years, Yuki is immediately taken with this very pretty boy who looks so angry outside of the estate. They introduce themselves as the cat and rat, and when Yuki asks Kyo why he looks so angry Kyo says it’s because of Akito. The god wants to lock him away, the god is the one who made the cat this outcast, and the god is the one responsible for ruining his life.

Baby Yuki, who has been receiving the brunt of Akito’s instability and abuse, has his feelings validated for the first time in his life. Yuki starts to cry and admits that Akito is really mean to him and that Kyo’s right—it’s all Akito’s fault.

Their friendship ends up forming from this. For Yuki, dealing with Akito becomes a lot easier now that he has a friend who can tell him that these things Akito says about him aren’t true (and he ends up relying VERY heavily upon Kyo for that). For Kyo, he has someone who continues propelling his hatred for Akito when he hears about the things he says & does and can more easily form Akito into this monster where his rage can fester.

Kyo gets him into martial arts, Yuki spends more time with Kyo and Haru together, and Kazuma is happy when Yuki is invited over for dinner and to see Kyo making such a good friend. Kyo is still competitive, and he gets easily frustrated when Yuki improves so quickly and starts to beat him in martial arts. It becomes a sensitive topic between them, but not to the point that it is in canon.

This friendship helps Yuki to expand his horizons and there he makes friends with kids in his school. When their memories are erased, Yuki is devastated, and Kyo does his best to try and cheer him up—but he’s at a bit of a loss since this is the first time Kyo comforts Yuki without having Akito to blame. But he does, and he really comes through for Yuki at that time.

Yuki even convinces his parents that if his friends’ memories have been erased, it might be better for him to transfer to a different school. He does not run away (yet). He ends up in Kyo’s elementary instead. He gets closer with Haru, Rin, Momiji, Kagura—and he and Kyo become inseparable. Yuki finds safety in Kyo, and he ends up becoming one of his sole sources of true support and comfort in the aftermath of his friends’ memories being erased. It gets to the point that Yuki won’t really do anything unless Kyo is with him.

Kyo is both happy to cater to this, because it makes him feel like a hero, but also because he does like Yuki. And Yuki is the only one who understands the depths of his hatred for Akito.

Every New Years they meet at the same spot where they first met, so Yuki can escape for a moment from Akito and the two of them can just sit and be together. Yuki also sometimes brings Kyo some of his dinner, and they end up having their own little private banquet. In these moments, they start to realize how special the other person is to them.

In their final year in elementary school, Akito catches them during the New Years banquet. Kyo runs away as soon as Akito is spotted, and Yuki apologizes for leaving and tries to convince Akito that it was just a coincidence that Kyo was here. Akito knows better, ofc, but doesn’t do anything right away.

The next week, Yuki’s mom tells Yuki that he’ll be taking the entrance exams for a private middle school that is separate from where the rest of the zodiacs will go. Yuki is crushed, because his plan was always to go to the same middle school as his zodiac friends (Kyo), but his mom won’t hear it—especially since these were orders from Akito.

When Yuki asks Akito if he could please go to middle school with everyone, Akito gets a little violent. Akito throws something at Yuki that accidentally cuts his cheek. Akito apologizes, hugs Yuki, and tells him that Kyo doesn’t really care about him—he’s just using him to get back at Akito. Akito reminds Yuki how the story goes where the rat was the one who tricked the cat—and how under all of this, Kyo really and truly hates him, too.

Yuki is a complete mess. He’s injured, he’s beaten down, and he feels as though all he does is rely on Kyo. Kyo finds him like this, and becomes infuriated when he sees the scratch on Yuki’s cheek. Yuki admits that he’s being made to go to a different school. Kyo, thinking like a kid with a crush and with no real plan, tells Yuki that the two of them should run away, instead.

It doesn’t take a lot of convincing—Yuki is very easily influenced by Kyo at this time. But Yuki tries to argue that Kyo shouldn’t leave behind everyone he loves. Kyo says that it doesn’t matter, Akito is going to lock him up eventually anyway, and if they don’t leave now who knows what else Akito will do to Yuki.

So they run away together, Kyo not taking as much care with Yuki’s asthma as he should, and they get a ways away when they come across Kyoko talking to the police. Kyo wants to keep moving, but Yuki is sure he saw the girl that the woman is talking about. Yuki decides to switch focus, with Kyo having to trail behind, as he leads Tohru back and gives her the hat that Kyo gave to him.

Yuki transforms, and Kyo panics, but says maybe they can find a hotel somewhere. But Yuki insists they go back to the main house. After seeing Kyoko and Tohru reunited, he realizes he can’t be so selfish as to separate Kyo and Kazuma. Kyo takes it as Yuki giving up and falling back into Akito’s clutches, and is not happy about this at all.

When they return Kyo is severely, severely punished (idk how), and Yuki blames himself entirely. He goes into middle school distancing himself from Kyo (now easier because they’re in separate schools), and is also put under extreme isolation with Akito (as per canon). Kyo is hurt and betrayed by Yuki’s sudden distance, and the two don’t talk for months.

Eventually, Kazuma (who is much closer with Yuki in this AU through Kyo), makes a case with Akito and Yuki’s mother that Yuki should restart his martial arts training. Yuki is grateful, but when he and Kyo reunite, Kyo is now very cold with him because he’s still hurt. And Yuki doesn’t want to push it because he still blames himself. Especially now that Yuki is sure his feelings for Kyo go beyond friendship.

Kyo also realizes his feelings for Yuki are romantic, but since Yuki decided to go back to Akito, he can’t imagine Yuki feeling anything deeper for Kyo than friendship and pity.

And so, Yuki spends middle school completely isolated and without his best friend. He spends it with Akito feeding him those same falsehoods, and without making any other friends at school.

Everything Akito says feels all the truer when Kyo doesn’t meet him for New Years during middle school.

When high school is about to roll around, Yuki is at his breaking point. He feels pathetic that he isn’t able to do anything without Kyo being the one to push him, and decides he wants to try and take his life in his own hands. He pleads his case with his mother to go to a normal school, and makes plans to move in with Shigure to get away. He also wants to confront Kyo and try and work things out between them. But before he can, Akito gets to him.

Kyo hates meeting with Akito because it’s like all this hatred he builds up for him can’t go anywhere when he meets him in person. It just festers and builds inside of him, but can never be released. Akito tells Kyo that Yuki will always love Akito more than Kyo hates Akito. And that their friendship is based on nothing other than Yuki feeling sorry for Kyo. And that Kyo doesn’t belong here at all, and that he should just give up—to which Kyo yells back that Akito is a monster and Yuki is going to see it, too. And that he hates Akito and that he’ll prove he’s part of this zodiac despite all of Akito’s sabotage.

Akito makes the deal with Kyo that she’ll allow him into the zodiac if he can beat Yuki in a fight and prove that that’s all really true.

After this, Yuki tries to approach Kyo to fix things but Kyo—fresh out of his meeting with Akito—challenges Yuki to a fight that Kyo inevitably loses. Once Kyo is defeated, Yuki keeps trying to talk to him, but Kyo snaps saying that Yuki should just stay with Akito, that he should be some useless pawn, that there’s no point in talking to Yuki because he’s never going to stand up for himself anyway—and just generally taking everything out on Yuki.

Especially now that he knows that he loves him, and is so frustrated that he feels as though he’ll never be more important to Yuki than Akito.

Yuki leaves him like that, heartbroken and angry, and after that Kyo disappears with Kazuma for four months.

Yuki does his best not to think about Kyo when he’s missing and continues on with his plan to try and stand on his own two feet in this world. He recognizes that he relies on Kyo far too much, and depends on him for everything—to the point that he felt so useless and dejected when he was separated from him. And now, he just wants to prove to Kyo that he can be his own person, even if he’s still mad at him (both for the things he said, and for leaving out of nowhere).

Yuki meets Tohru, Shigure invites her to live with them—Kyo crashes through the roof, and instead of acting smug, Yuki is completely shocked to see him. But when Kyo starts fighting him right away, Yuki realizes nothing has changed. Kyo moves in with them, and for the first few weeks, his stubbornness makes it so that the only way he and Yuki interact is through fighting and arguing. Yuki, who is also fed up with all of this, falls into that pattern way too easily.

Tohru senses something is up, and Yuki confesses they used to be friends and a lot of what happened. At the same time, her friendship with Kyo softens Kyo’s heart a LOT. Not just towards Yuki, but that overwhelming anger he feels towards Akito, as well.

With Tohru helping to unite them, Yuki and Kyo finally talk and slowly start to become friends again. The three of them become inseparable—and by the end of 1st year, those romantic feelings start to bloom again.

They dance around it for a little bit, until they inevitably end up becoming boyfriends. They haven’t worked through everything—Kyo stills thinks Yuki needs to learn to stick up for himself when it comes to Akito, and Yuki thinks that Kyo’s anger is unhealthy and reckless, and wishes he would understand his situation a little more and stop making things worse for himself.

Akito stays a sore spot in their relationship. And towards the end of 2nd year, Kyo feels himself starting to unravel. He doesn’t want to get locked upi, he has the greatest friend in the world, he has a boyfriend who he cares about very much, and he still hasn’t dealt with any of the anger inside of him that he’s completely redirected onto Akito. An anger that he’s having a harder and harder time holding onto because of Yuki and Tohru.

At the same time, Yuki is at a point where he’s really starting to process and accept the time he had with Akito. And at the New Year’s banquet Yuki tells Akito that he’s sorry for blaming so much on her (just like in canon). Akito hits Yuki with the pot, and when Yuki sees Kyo and Tohru later on, it brings everything to a boiling point.

Kyo gets so mad not just at Akito’s violence, but at the very notion that Yuki could forgive Akito. Meanwhile, Yuki is pissed because that’s not for Kyo to decide—and says that he’s tired of Akito and Kyo using him like some kind of weapon. This fight does not go over well, and they end up breaking up for a brief amount of time while Kyo sorts through his shit.

I’m be real — I don’t know how it ends after all of this. Other that Kyo really confronting and processing his trauma and self-worth issues and realizing that putting it on Akito was an easy outlet for him.

It’ll still be a difficult process — in canon, Kyo had years of living with Yuki and the slow realization that Yuki is not this monster that he made him out to be. But with Akito, it’s not as if Kyo knows or sees any of Akito’s “human sides” which I think would make it very difficult for Kyo to give up all this anger that still feels justified.

Though I think that would also lend to a scene where Kyo goes to Shigure and asks why he isn’t bothered by Akito like everyone else. And Shigure would maybe tell Kyo a story about Akito when she was younger, which also helps dislodge this idea of Akito being just a monster and nothing else. Especially when he realizes that’s how so many people see him.

Kyo realizes that if he chooses to have Yuki and Tohru’s love in his life, he can’t continue to fill himself with the emotions and actions that he himself defines as “monstrous” when describing Akito.

Yuki and Kyo get back together, ready to start their relationship on much more even ground. Yuki stops relying on Kyo as his sole emotional support and strength and learns to validate himself and to move forward on his own accord. Kyo lets go of the idea that Yuki’s relationship with Akito translates to Yuki thinking of Kyo as “lesser.” He also allows himself to be vulnerable by letting go of that toxic anger, and allows Yuki to listen and help him through this process rather than bottling everything up like he did when he was a child.

#drgeoduck #Asks #this ended up being long as shit surprising nobody #but I've literally been thinking about this since I got this ask like two weeks ago lmao #yukikyo #Fruits Basket #yk

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auroracalisto · 4 years

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started: 24 june 2020 last updated: 29 october 2020 see what I will write for here want to submit a request? do it here (:

THIS MASTERLIST WILL NOT BE UPDATED AS OF 18 NOVEMBER 2020. FIND MY NEW MASTERLIST HERE!

☼ BIRDS OF PREY ☼

roman sionis

Roman’s Girl┆first chapter of multiple┆Roman Sionis gets what he wants. And when he sets his eyes on you, a girl ten or more years his junior, he’ll get you. Lucky for him, despite your shy and flustered nature, you want him just as much as he wants you.

married life┆short┆the two were always at it—now, the reader was in the middle of it. harley doesn’t care for roman, but she wouldn’t dare hurt you. hell, she would kidnap you—and that’s how you ended up here.

hormones and clubs┆one-shot┆the reader is pregnant and begs roman for a chance to go to his club before she goes into labor. it doesn’t exactly go how she’d like it to go.

☼ CRIMINAL MINDS ☼

emily prentiss

i love you┆short┆based on the quote “do you still love me?”

my everything┆requested┆by @millipop18: Hi! I love what you write! Could I request a emily prentiss x reader where she comforts the reader who’s struggling with depression? Have a nice day, much love xxx

spencer reid

not alone, never alone┆requested┆ by @amy-de-l-abc. The request was quite long, but the jist of it was having a suicidal reader, but one who isn’t quite able to do anything. She and Reid start out as friends but the ending will have them getting together. Fluff on Reid’s part, as he comforts her when she is feeling down. Reader also feels like she can’t depend on her therapist or her family, and unfortunately, not even a suicide hotline will help (in a very negative way, which is purely for this story’s purpose).

empty hearts┆short┆in which the reader tries to get spencer to talk to them, but he’s just not listening.

useless goodbye┆short┆the reader dies right in front of spencer.

moon and back┆requested┆by @petrichor-ds. “i loved you to the moon and back, you know.” for spencer when he’s comforting his SO who has been ~going through it~ w depression ??

jack-o’-lantern┆short┆where you carve pumpkins with spencer and he tells you how carving pumpkins became a thing.

derek morgan

something extra┆one-shot┆where you’ve been married to morgan and now you’re expecting your second child (with a little extra surprise). the team decides to throw you a baby shower.

baby kicks┆requested┆by anon. hiii, don’t know if ur taking requests rn. but if you are, i would love if you could do an imagine with derek morgan, where the reader is in her 7 or 8th month of pregnancy. and the team is out on the field and the baby kicks and everyone gets so excited, but especially morgan because that’s literally his baby?

☼ GOTHAM ☼

victor zsasz

forever until the end┆first chapter of multiple┆the reader is falcone’s long lost daughter whose mother fled to washington after an argument got out of hand. she was raised in an abused home where if she even mentioned her unknown father, she would be hurt. a couple of months after turning twenty-one, she’s beaten to the point she packs her things in the middle of the night and leaves. she does everything she can to get to gotham, even going as far as stealing a car. in gotham, she, fortunately, meets her father, along with a man named victor zsasz who was given the assignment of keeping the reader safe while she gets used to the city. zsasz has never dreaded a job more, but he ends up surprising even himself when he begins to like the reader.

imagines:

you being done with victor’s shit.

☼ HAIKYUU!! ☼

sugawara koshi

grey┆one-shot┆you had always wondered why the stripe of color on your wrist was grey. moving to a new school in the miyagi prefecture, you find out exactly why.

rest of my life┆short┆what sugawara would say if you ever asked him if you could spend the rest of your life with him.

tsukishima kei

it’s you┆one-shot┆after watching Avengers: Endgame, you meet your soulmate for the first time.

ukai keishin

Unanticipated┆one-shot┆the reader is an English teacher at Karasuno, who lived in the United States for much of her life. Never did she think she would meet her soulmate; at the age of twenty-four, she had yet to find them. Yet, one day, after a day of teaching, her friend Takeda asked her if she would come to the boy’s volleyball club meeting. She did. To her surprise, she remembered how much she loved volleyball and actually found her soulmate in that very gym.

aone takanobu

jackets┆short┆where aone points out that you have something on your shirt and he gives you his jacket.

preferences

how you meet includes hinata, kuroo, oikawa, tsukishima, sugawara, and ukai

☼ HARRY POTTER ☼

draco malfoy

sick┆one-shot┆where draco comes to join you in the common room, coughing his head off.

☼ HETALIA ☼

russia

birthday surprise┆one-shot┆no one seemed to like Ivan. except for you and the children where you worked. with his birthday going unnoticed by your coworkers, you decided to call Natalia up and make it possible for them to celebrate, only asking for friendship in return.

2p! nyo! america

pissy proposal┆one-shot┆Emily’s worried that you’re going to leave her. You make sure she knows that she’s the only one for you.

2p! russia

scared┆short┆our dear reader is pregnant. and she’s really nervous about telling viktor.

america

cute neighbor┆short┆alfred ran out in just his underwear after the fire alarm went off. you luckily had a blanket to spare.

☼ LUCIFER ☼

lucifer morningstar

willpower┆one-shot┆lucifer really doesn’t understand your motives. he tries to figure it out. platonic lucifer x reader.

necessary goodbye┆one-shot┆where the reader loves lucifer, but he’s in love with detective decker.

necessary realization┆requested┆pt. two of necessary goodbye, where the reader is engaged and she brings lucifer her wedding invitation. after she leaves to return to her hotel room for that weekend, he comes after her.

imagines:

lucifer preparing to show you his true face.

marcus pierce/cain

poisoned words┆one-shot┆where the reader is in love with pierce and they go undercover together. reader is poisoned and she goes to the hospital. after coming back, she tries to talk to pierce about how she feels. he shoots her down. i promise, there is a somewhat fluffy end to this.

uncanny resemblance┆requested┆you like the lieutenant. you cannot figure him out. it leads to a home invasion and your uncanny resemblance to a string of victims for anything to happen between the two of you.

amenadiel

lost and found┆one-shot┆the reader’s child, leo, gets lost and goes to the police department. amenadiel and lucifer are there and leo goes straight to amenadiel.

ella lopez

nerd basket┆requested┆being ella’s significant other is always filled with geeky questions and gifts. for your anniversary, she has more questions than you anticipated for your early anniversary gift.

☼ SUPERNATURAL ☼

crowley

fading┆one-shot┆The reader doesn’t know what to do with their self after Crowley dies, right in front of them. There’s nothing that they can do except grieve.

sam winchester

imagines

you hate when Sam says, “All Hallow’s Eve.”

☼ THE AVENGERS ☼

steve rogers

101┆first chapter of three┆steve finally meets his soulmate at the ripe age of 101. his soulmate is 24 and good friends with peter parker.

tony stark

shut up, stark.┆short┆tony stark is arguably the reader’s best friend, despite the constant jokes. he would give anything to help the reader with their constant anxiety.

stephen strange

birthday plans┆short┆It’s Stephen’s birthday. Tony called and said he was having a cookout. But you need to make sure Stephen and your little girl, Rosa, are ready for the event itself.

peter parker

liability┆one-shot┆somehow, the reader is in a predicament that only Spider-man can save them from. But just a couple seconds of Peter not paying attention literally cost them their life.

stalker┆short┆where the reader is being followed and peter comes to the rescue.

imagines

peter loves halloween and among us, a little too much.

natasha romanov

cute┆short┆about natasha calling you cute.

loki laufeyson

a little crush┆short┆in where loki is suuuper vulnerable. fluffy.

imagines

loki doesn’t like midgard holidays.

bucky barnes

cynophobia┆short┆where you’re afraid of dogs and it takes bucky to save you from one trapped in your apartment.

☼ THE LORD OF THE RINGS ☼

samwise gamgee

conceal, don’t feel┆short┆in which samwise doesn’t return your feelings.

☼ THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY ☼

diego hargreeves

replaceable┆one-shot┆in which diego loves lila, you love diego, and you witness the death of your best friend, elliot.

klaus hargreeves

back to the future┆short┆in which you are in love with klaus. he returns the feelings, but unfortunately for you, he does not want you coming to 2019 with him and his siblings.

allison hargreeves

imagines

cuddling with allison.

☼ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES ☼

series:

for the love of you┆the reader is summoned by bonnie, on accident, to the world of the mikaelsons. as confused as she is, she comes to realize that not only has she found her soulmate, she’s found four soulmates. PART ONE PART TWO┆more coming soon

elijah mikaelson

The Soulmate Principle┆one-shot┆Dear Prince Elijah should have just left you alone. But with the Soulmate Principle, he just couldn’t help himself. And it just so happened to cost you your life.

hugs and kisses┆requested┆Hello! Can I request an Elijah x reader one shot; just fluff with lots of kisses and cuddles? Btw, love your blog ^^ — Anon

could you be?┆one-shot┆It’s been on Elijah’s mind for some time. Would you feel the same way? Would you want him for the rest of your life?

ocean’s beauty┆one-shot┆Klaus, of course, the traveller he is, decides to take everyone along with him. You’re a human and you’re married to Elijah. Oh, and your ship’s hit an iceberg in the middle of the Atlantic—and it’s sinking quickly.

kiss of life┆one-shot┆polyamorous reader in a relationship with elijah, klaus, and kol has died. however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.

injury┆short┆where you are injured and elijah takes care of you.

glitter┆short┆based off of the song glitter, by patrick droney. the reader is dead, but not entirely gone. elijah doesn’t know this.

choose me┆one-shot┆elijah has been a bad boyfriend, in the sense that he’s always gone and never takes into consideration how that makes you feel.

surprise parties┆requested┆Hii! If the bingo requests are still open can you do a one shot of elijah x reader with the birthday prompt it can be like rebekah throwing a birthday party for the reader or just like elijah fluff, up to you <33 — anon

she will be loved┆requested┆Hi! Can I please request an (platonic) Elijah x 3-4 year old fem!child oneshot where when Elijah went to Mystic Falls (when he needed Elena) and when he’s walking, he hears crying and finds her alone on the streets. I’m sure his heart would absolutely break at the sight and he would do anything he can to help calm her down. He obviously wouldn’t leave her on the streets, deciding right then and there that he wants to adopt her, so he brings her home with him. Omggg he would be such a soft (and veryyy protective) dad and all of the Mikaelsons (once they were undaggered) would love her so much 🤧 (Also Elijah would absolutely lose it if the Mystic Falls gang ever brought Y/n into any of the drama) — @kpopgirlbtssvt

a welcome arrangement┆requested┆Hi! If requests are open, could I request an Elijah x Reader where the reader is a vampire and long time friend to the Mikaelson's, and Rebekah and the others try to set her up with Elijah because they know they both like each other? I love your writing!! 💕 — anon

imagines

you adopt a child with Elijah.

klaus mikaelson

you’re safe now┆one-shot┆the reader leaves the mystic grill with the intent of going home. instead, something distracts her and she’s attacked. her soulmate is the one who saves her life. crazily enough, it’s the same guy who she was staring at just moments earlier.

pretend boyfriend┆short┆ reader is being watched by some creepy guy at the mystic grill. she asks dear klaus to pretend to be her boyfriend.

which disney princess are you?┆short┆Klaus walks in on you taking a Which Disney Princess Are You? quiz on Buzzfeed. Color him intrigued.

heather┆short┆in where the reader is in love with klaus, but he loves heather.

endearment┆short┆klaus is in love with you. but he doesn’t know if you return the feelings.

kiss of life┆one-shot┆polyamorous reader in a relationship with klaus, elijah, and kol has died. however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.

forgotten lifetimes┆one-shot┆reader has dementia and has forgotten her children on multiple occasions. now, she’s forgetting klaus.

writer’s block┆short┆where the reader is suffering from writer’s block and klaus comforts the reader so they don’t get upset because of it.

silent treatment┆requested┆hi, can you please write an imagine with klaus mikaelson? his gf calls him by one of her close friend’s name (that he don’t like bc he’s possessive like that) and he gives her the silent treatment — anon

one night stands, and then some┆requested┆hi! i just wanted to say that i love your blog! i have a request, for a klaus mikaelson drabble/imagine. where the reade had a one night stand with him (instead of hayley) and now she’s pregnant. whatever else you want to do with that! thank you! ❤️ — @mikaelson-emma

a bolt from the blue┆one-shot┆the reader has recently moved from colorado and finds one of her first cases on the job to be a dead doctor, invited to a ball held by the mikaelsons. she goes, expecting to find the killer, but instead, she finds that two of the mikaelsons have fallen for her—klaus and rebekah.

kol mikaelson

take a hint┆requested┆can you do a kol mikaelson one where Caroline is distracting Klaus and she brought the reader with her so she could distract kol? maybe it can be based on the song take a hint from victorious? i’ve listened to it and thought it would be funny and cute! thank you! — @mikaelson-emma

family game night┆one-shot┆where you play Monopoly with the Mikaelson’s and the youngest finds out he’s developed a little crush.

kiss of life┆one-shot┆polyamorous reader in a relationship with kol, klaus, and elijah has died. however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.

tell me a lie┆short┆loosely based off the quote, “my favorite lie was, ‘i love you.’” definitely not happy. reader was cheated on.

forsaken hearts┆short┆kol doesn’t love you. what’s his reason?

talks of mortality┆one-shot┆about you trying to talk kol into taking the cure, but he doesn’t want to listen to what you have to say.

truth or dare┆one-shot┆after a game of truth or dare, you reveal to your friends and siblings that you’re dating kol mikaelson.

times of change┆short┆an argument between kol and the reader.

imagines

kol pisses you off

rebekah mikaelson

pesky┆short┆using the sentence prompt, “can someone kill him again?”

imagines

rebekah reveals how she truly feels.

damon salvatore

Closure┆one-shot┆a year has passed since Damon and the reader broke up. Damon was with Angie, the reader was a depressed shell of herself. A drunken three AM phone call is exactly what it takes for the reader to get some closure.

by your side┆requested┆Can I get a fluff fic of either Elijah Mikaelson or Damon Salvatore where the reader is going through a rough time (depressive episode) and they comfort reader through it? 😔 — anon

stefan salvatore

only time will tell┆requested┆a stefan soulmate au — @123cvcz

lovelorn hearts┆requested┆heyyy, can i request a angst fic where reader is damon’s best friend and stefan has a huge crush on her, she overhears damon teasing him about it which leads to his confession, but she’s unsure if she feels the same way and he gets his heart broken all over again? (after elena) thanks, your writing is lovely. — @xoxosinister

miscellaneous

imagines:

hope hearing stories about you.

☼ X-MEN ☼

charles xavier

happiest year┆one-shot┆although the reader loves charles—although she makes sure he knows that she would do anything for him, he throws it all away. the reader leaves and moves on with her life.

erik lehnsherr

embarrassing moments┆requested┆BROOOOOOO i didn’t know you wrote for the x men … could i please request smth w erik?? smth with mutual pining ~~~ maybe reader is an awkward mutant who’s insecure and can’t talk to erik ……. bro the erik thirst has been REAL recently — @petrichor-ds

sparks fly┆requested┆reader is a cheerful mutant w some sort of electricity ability, and she’s bright until erik comes around. then she’s removed, quiet, and reserved. charles has had enough and pairs them up to do training demos tgt (electricity overlaps w magnetism a bit) and then ~romantic tension~ and then reader finally confesses to him after he’s like “why r u so nervous????” — @petrichor-ds

☼ THE 100 ☼

bellamy blake

imagines:

you’re left behind at mount weather, instead of gina.

#reader insert #x reader #masterlist #fanfiction #x-men #twilight #the vampire diaries #the umbrella academy #lotr #the hobbit #avengers #haikyuu!!#criminal minds #birds of prey

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wildfire317s-oc-box · 3 years

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Name: Nijiko Karasu

Species: Demon

Hair Color: Originally black with color shifting ends that go through the rainbow in the right light but after becoming a demon it turned white and shifted color all throughout

Hair Style: Very Long and is usually worn down even her bangs which tend to hang over her face

Eye Color: originally a dark purplish-blue but after becoming a demon they became very bright royal purple

Skin Color: undead pale

Age: 15

How long shes been a demon: 10 years by the end of season one

Nickname: Little Song Bird, Little Crow, Pale Phoenix (only called this by abusers or demon slayers), Niji (for short)

Fashion Sense: Her outfit is generally pretty basic with various shades of purple but she does have a brown belt and hip bag which she may or may not have snagged from one of the guys.

Height: 4'8

Sexuality: Bi leaning towards girls

Strength: as a human she was very weak, timid and suicidal, but after becoming a demon she grew bolder and braver and while still being somewhat self-sacrificial was less likely to let herself get killed on purpose. (When she was human her blood bordered on rare and average) physically shes a little weaker than kyogai was.

Her Story: Her life was very sad, Her mother died giving birth to her and she was born into a family of an abusive father and seven older sisters, all of whom hated her and forced her to do the most work and take the worst punishments. While her father forced all of her sisters to work and punished them as well he was harder on her for two reasons, one being she was supposed to be a boy and the other being that he believed she was solely responsible for her mothers death (pushing his blame onto her). Her sisters hated her because she was the kindest and prettiest out of all of them despite what she went through. Her father was one of the few people who bred and sold kasugai crows, even though she did most of the work and eventually all of the work after a while. Years passed and her father married off all of her sisters in exchange for money to feed his assorted addictions, and he re-married to a woman who was just as bad if not worse then he was meanwhile he found a young man (about 20) from a rich family to marry her off to however he was even lazier and more aggressive than her father but before she would be married off the young man wanted to make sure she would cater to his every beck and call.

She lived her 15 years of life constantly being taken advantage of, bullied, having the voice she prided herself on insulted and dealing with all kinds of ungrateful behavior. That is until one night after being beaten for not "finishing tilling and weeding the garden" even though she had, and then got her gardening shovel tossed into the woods and locked out of the house. Despite living with this behavior her whole life she knew it was not normal and as she walked into the woods to find her shovel bleeding slightly, she grumbled about her bad luck loud enough to draw the attention of a demon who lived in a small mansion not to far into the forest who upon finding her picked her up and carried her off back to the mansion. Eventually after being carried around the mansion she was set down as the one who had taken her argued her fate with two others who were living with him, instead of running however she patiently waited on the floor, only cutting in to asked them if there was anywhere she could wash herself off so she wouldn't be all gross covered in sweat and dirt and if they could hurry up their argument before anyone noticed she was gone. This request understandably shocked the three demons enough to pause their argument going completely silent mid-way through their respective sentences and turn to give her the "what the fuck" look in unison. When the one who's name she heard to be Kyogai asked her if she was going to try to escape her response was "hmm let me think, go back to my already horrible life and delay the inevitable or die like i have been wanting to for the last ten years? Yeah i think I'm going to stay" thus prompting the question "what the hell??" from all three, her response was "Well the way I see it if I do leave right now my life is going to go either one of three ways, one get beaten to death by either my ungrateful father or even less grateful future husband at some point in time like three of my sisters, get worked to death by either my father or my future husband like my mother and two of my sisters, or be married off for money in three years to someone who cant be bothered to even learn my name, survive maybe another fifty years of abuse and constant stress only to die of something stupid in my sixties and probably be left to rot in the garden like a rat after being defiled one last time either way, at-least if i die here i will die to people who are gentlemen in comparison and are at-least grateful to have me as a meal", causing all three of them to just stare at her before Kyogai informs her that the wash room is just down the hall and asking to speak with the other two alone.

As soon as she entered the wash room, the three went back to deciding her fate but now instead of figuring out who would eat her they were instead trying to figure out a way to keep her around without sending her home as they all agreed they would feel bad hurting her but even worse sending her back, at first thinking to keep her as a sort of pet but eventually coming up with the idea to get her turned into a demon. Upon going to knock on the wash room door to let her know what they decided; the largest one heard her siren like voice starting to sing "Itsumo nando demo/ Always with me" as she washed herself and went to get the others to come listen saying "you two have to hear this" and they quickly found themselves listening to her through the door until song was over. Once she was out, she first received the first genuine complements about her voice and in general she had received in her life and then was told that she was not going to die but she was not going to be sent home either and that instead they were going to keep her and see if she could become like them. After reading Kyogai's mind for about a week and deciding to see what the big deal was, Muzan payed them a visit and after watching her for a while he turned her into a demon after she had fallen asleep. The next time she woke up she found her hair had turned white, her eyes had turned bright purple, her teeth and nails had become sharp and pointed, she had sprouted a pair of white wings on her back and small patches of small white downy feathers over her body. This both surprised and relieved her three housemates when they found her as she attempted to flutter around the room she had been sleeping in.

As a demon she stalked the night hunting down anyone in the nearby towns who dared to abuse their spouses/future spouses or children in any way. Years into the future she was the only in the mansion left alive because she had been sleeping quietly in the only room that was left unchecked. She found her roommates remains and put on their clothing as a way to keep them with her. When Tsuki came looking visit with them not long after they died while on her way to visit the spider family, Nijiko was the only one tsuki found and had to be the one to explain what happened, not long afterwards she was picked up by Usagi-sama and taken to live in the mountain. She developed the ability to mimic peoples voices and various other noises as well as self harmonize at a young age since she spent so much time with the crows. She tends to avoid the kamaboko squad with the exception of nezuko, the few times they do visit the mountain, but if they do cross her path the most they will get out of her is a glare and an annoyed huff, which confused them until they noticed just who's clothes she was wearing, so if they ever want to say anything to her or she wants to say anything to them (she usually doesn't start a conversation) either Tsuki or one of the crows will have to act as the messenger between them.

When she was younger she would occasionally hear songs and shows from other countries from people who had been traveling to different places around the world, and even after she became a demon she would occasionally go into the towns and hear new ones that she would come home singing. The Kasugai Crows that she raised all have a habit of referring to her as their mother though the only one left is Giyuu's crow and she could tell the differences between all of them, funnily enough the parents of both Tanjiro and Inosuke's crows are part of this group as some of her last hatchlings. Most of the current Hashira's crows are the children of her little hatchlings with the exception of Giyuu's who was one of hers when she was a human and she is very proud if them. If she ever feels like it she can and will give herself a beak, but she usually doesn't. She is rather fond of kids, so had she gotten woken up that day when her roommates got killed; she would have been very nice to the younger siblings of the kid who got taken, helped them go look for him and she would have been very cross with the guys especially kyogai as he was the one who did the kidnapping and scolded them while shoo-ing the kids (tanjiro, zenitsu and inosuke included) out of the house with a broom and then upon figuring out why what happened happened she would've comforted kyogai and reminded him that he doesn't need to prove himself to anyone and told them that dinner was on her once the sun set. Like she walks in on tanjiro and kyogai's fight just before the beheading dragging her other two roommates by the ear with one hand and dragging inosuke and zenitsu by the ear with the other with the kids following behind giggling and pulls a "if you two don't stop fighting right now I SWEAR" stopping the fight in its tracks because none of her roommates have ever heard her that mad before and the last time any of them heard that specific tone of voice was when their respective mothers were scolding someone and know that it is a tone to be feared, being like "Kyogai I need to have a word with you and these two privately" "But Niji -" "Don't you ""But Niji"" me" as she is just herding the humans out of the house. She and Kyogai are essentially the adults/parents of the house but she is most definitely the mom of the entire group. She occasionally perches on the shoulders of her more sturdy roommates like an actual crow. She definitely has crow brain and will bring home any random shiny or interesting objects she finds while she is out running around and occasionally "gift" whatever it is to her roommates. Since becoming a demon she has also learned to mimic voices she has heard atleast twice and has learned to throw her voice in unison with the siren song ability. She LOVES pranking people especially the kamaboko squad. She hates to admit it but she has grown rather fond of zenitsu specifically.

Abilities:

Blood demon art: siren song and siren song self harmonize: this allows her to use her voice as a sort of hypnosis but with self harmonize it sounds like there are multiple voices in a perfect harmony and makes the hypnosis stronger. (This would probably really freak zenitsu out) (since the deaths of her roommates the extra voices during self-harmonize sound like their voices so she feels like they are still there)

Blood demon art: dazzling dance: this speeds her up and distracts her opponent, its basically dance fighting but with the way her hair and feathers work, the light reflecting different colors off of them would distract her opponent.

Blood demon art: flying feathers: this allows her to summon her lost feathers as projectile weapons that will scratch her opponent enough to bleed

Blood demon art: fire flight: with this she flys up into the air sets herself on fire and aerial dives at her opponent as a sort of kamikaze attack.

Blood demon art: crow form: after a while of hanging out with asaki, kiki and tsubaki she learns this blood demon art which allows her to turn into a white crow with the same color refracting effect that her normal forms hair and feathers do

Could/Does get along with:

Canon: Haunted Mansion Trio, Spider fam, Kamanue, Mukago, Rokuro, Enmu, Gyutaro, Daki, Akaza, Nakime, Nezuko, Tamayo, Mitsuri, Rengoku, Zenitsu

O.C's: Tsuki, Asaki, Kimi, Kiki, Usagi, Maka, Mine, Kuroko, Tsubaki, Rin, Takara

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k-i-ssmyash · 3 years

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Pls I would love to hear your analysis on why those mitski songs fit each iz boy (feel free to ignore this but if you'd like do tell bcs I think it is interesting B) )

Oh buddy you've made a mistake. You'd love to hear the analysis? Well I love to talk; I hope your ready for the absolute word vomit and rambling that's under the cut. But yeah, no, i'll never turn down asks like this! Interact with me! I'm but a simple, lonely tumblr hermit.

Let's start off with the first post containing Zim and referencing A Pearl. I tie this song in with his (fandom assumed) character development and how it effects both his mental state, Dib, and his ideology of the Irken Empire as a whole. In a way, I think a lot of us over-sympathize or find common ground with our alien and it prompts us to victimize him and excuse a lot of his actions. And for good reasons honestly? It's easy to do so consider that he was born under the rule of a tyrannical society where flaws are looked down upon. He does wrong but to him it's not exactly wrong, is it? It's unfair to judge him and scrutinize him the same way we do humans. The show is slap-stick at it's core and despite the grim and black-humor based undertones, not much is taken seriously. Although it often ends up in failure, everything he attempts to do is to better the empire, to receive recognition from the beings they hail to about the same degree as a deity. The long and short of it is that he wants to make the Tallest happy. To prove that he's worth their time and that he can live up to everything he dreamed he could be, but the truth is that he can't. He loves the people that hate him the most. It's an abusive relationship at it's finest, really. So he picks up the most unhealthy coping mechanism: Denial. He can't accept the fact that he's a fake invader, or that his Tallest weren't coming to Earth, because it would genuinely destroy him. And why wouldn't it? Pleasing his superiors and contributing to the hive-collective is encoded in him. It's all he's ever known. I specifically chose the given lines "(It's just that) I fell in love with a war and nobody told me it ended-" because that's the back-bone of Zim's character. You can take it both literally and metaphorically if you'd like. He's invader Zim. He likes being an invader because it gives him a purpose. The Tallest give him a fake mission and play into his delusion of doing good and being someone important (of being loved, even) and never truly hammer in the fact that he's exiled--not counting the unaired episode or the bit of commentary mumbled under the Tallests breath-- because they find the situation funny to an extent. (also, what gets me just in general with it is that Zim thinks that people like him but he's actually just one big joke and ow goddamn it my feelings) Main lyric(s) out of the way there I similarly associate the song to Zim's uh 'character redemption' so to say. I think he'd struggle to become accustomed to Earth and the fact that he doesn't have to rely on commands to live his life. I relate the line(s): "You're getting tired of me (and all of the things I don't talk about) / You love me so hard and I still can't sleep / It's not that I don't want you / It's not that I don't want your touch / There's a hole that you fill" With his relationship with Dib-- platonic, romantic, whatever-- and the general give and take of it all. He'd like to assimilate and believe in the freedom given by living on Earth. He wants it and in a way Dib provides the stability he needs there and it would be so, so, easy to give in to it. But he can't because the Empire continues to loom over him and his day-to-day life. As it's been proven, without Dib there to provoke Zim, the little alien falls into a depression, not unlike the one he fell into in Enter The Florpus when he saw the truth in his mission. Dib is his substitute, essentially. (there's something to be said with that relationship and how I view it but this is already dragging on and this is only the first analysis, so maybe another time.) And lastly, I'd like to think that the Pearl the song is eluding to can be compared to Zim's PAK. The whole 'Pearls are parasites that live inside of mollusks' bit can relate to the PAK and it's purpose. But I see it more in the sense that the PAK is the second brain, a computer memory drive that grants Zim access to the memories he can't bring himself to forget or delete. I.e., "And it left a pearl in my hand / And i roll it around every night just to watch it glow /

Every night, baby, that's where I go" Every time he takes a step forward, he takes two back because he just can't let go of what he knows (the Empire).

--- As for Dib and I Bet On Losing Dogs, well, it's a little more complicated and I'm still not entirely sure of my break-down here because there's so many layers to apply. Originally when I started messing around with this idea, it was going to be centered on Membrane "My baby, you're my baby, say it to me" and him loving Dib despite his flaws. And I still think it could apply. While Dadbrane doesn't support Dib's paranormal bull-shit, and he shouldn't considering the lengths Dib goes through to prove it (bus hoping, obsessive behavior, the fucking trench-coat) he does support and love his son despite the absentness. Hence the "I bet on losing dogs" and you know, Dadbrane just being there to pick him up and have his back when he really needs to. But then we get to the last line of the first verse. "Tell your baby that I'm your baby" To which Dib, in all of his edgy glory, decided to stick his big-head in to my thought process. I saw it as Dib wishing that Membrane would pick him over Science. Kind of a plea for attention? Like: Put your work away, I know you love it but you need to love me more. Dib has got to have the biggest hero-complex out of everyone in the show. He also has an inferiority-complex that compels him to try and prove himself. Quite frankly, and pun fully intended, he is the underdog. The odds are always against him and he almost never comes out victorious in the end, in that way, I feel like Dib himself is the loosing dog. His belief in the supernatural is the loosing dog. No one will ever believe him, "I bet on losing dogs / I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place" but he's too stubborn to give up. Even if he's mocked and ridiculed he would never stop trying to prove himself correct and would continue to stick to his guns. "I'll be there on their side / I'm losing by their side" He ostracizes himself from his peers by not letting belief go. He is purposely sabotaging his chance of being seen as someone other than the crazy kid.

That being said, the next line is where his Hero-complex comes back into play. "Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down" in Enter the Florpus, his sworn enemy was in a funk that he knew all too well. Sure, in the end he wanted to use Zim for his own gain, but before that he sympathized with him. And in a way, he possibly wouldn't know how to act if he ever did actually succeed? I couldn't help but think that Dib, who has always lost wouldn't feel like exposing Zim would be a win? He'd miss the fight. Dib would miss the struggle of being beaten down only to rise up when he finally gets some sort of substantial evidence: "I wanna feel it / I bet on losing dogs" he hopes that Zim will come up with something big and bad not because he wants him to win either, but because then Dib has something to fight against. Along with that, the one time Dib actually broke away from paranormal to go along with his father's wishes he was absolutely miserable. He was successful. He made his father happy, he could have made something out of his life but he couldn't; the appeal of Zim and their on-going stalemate was too much to resist-- "I always want you when I'm finally fine / Someone to watch me die" -- Dib is ruining himself by obsessing over the truth and Zim would be going down, right there with him. ahaha, that was a lot wasn't it? It probably didn't make sense either as it's just my personal rambling here, but I'd be interested to hear your thoughts and opinions on it all.

#smoke break #Ash Answers #invader zim #mitski

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xathia-89 · 5 years

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Character Sheet: Lady Hampton

Character sheet made for OC week hosted by @otomepositivity

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Basics:

Full name: Lady Evelyn Hampton

Age: 35 at death, appears late twenties

Date of birth: 5th November 1872

Date of death: 2nd December 1907

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Hometown/Country: London, England

Gender: female

Sexuality: pansexual

Relationships (provide extra details if necessary):

Status/Name of father: Lord Henry Hampton (deceased)

Status/Name of mother: Lady Maura Hampton (deceased)

Relationship between parents: Loving. Both were devoted to each other, but Maura died with complications of childbirth suddenly. Evelyn was their first child, and it left Henry with unresolved feelings towards his daughter.

Siblings: None.

Relationship status: Married. Erik Olofsson inherited her title of Lord Hampton through the marriage, though the two are without a sole commitment to the other. Evelyn stays in Paris, and will share the bed of whoever takes her fancy while Erik does his duty chasing rogue vampires as per his clan’s instructions. Their marriage was only to stop Evelyn being married to Leonardo by his family’s intervention and controlling the both of them to their own means.

Friends: Boys in the manor, Father Berger, Erik Olofsson

Enemies: Réne de Saint-Pierre

Physique (provide extra details if necessary):

Basic appearance: dark green curly hair, cerise eyes, pale skin tone, soft freckles across her cheeks and nose.

Height: 1.65m

Build: well-built

Personality (provide extra details if necessary):

Qualities: works on a charity only basis. She wants to rescue any woman from the abuse she felt from the hands of her father, and break the cycle for them. She will go to any means to do what she believes to be right and has a strong moral compass for the most part. She believes that education is required to break the cycle of abuse that most women are stuck in. She does nothing for profit, and any she does earn in excess of keeping her shelter going will always go into enhancing and improving the buildings.

Flaws: stubborn, can be vindictive, also liable to hold a grudge. Once you have slighted her there is no chance of redemption.

Other traits: she doesn’t believe in love having a gender, she is very much a free love individual. She also has a high sexual appetite, something that she embraces willingly and will only enter into a relationship once the other individual is fully aware of her attitude and accepts that she can never be tied to one person.

Favorite seasons: She finds beauty in the death of everything around her in autumn.

Favorite time of the day: Sunset. She likes the daily beauty of the sky blending in those colours to only give way to the blanket of stars dotting the night sky.

What she loves: her goats, she collects them like other women collect dresses, hats and jewelry. She will do anything for them, especially since she has a habit of collecting them from abusive owners and will spend all of her time to rehabilitate them to healthy behaviours.

What she likes: champagne, she has a taste for the expensive. She likes sex, but only on an understanding basis that sex and an exclusive relationship are not bound to each other just because she is a woman. Masquerade balls.

What she dislikes: Gender assumptions. Just because someone is a man or a woman does not define them and their capabilities. Those who believe things should be given to them just because of who they are.

What she hates: Doing nothing because it is the easier option.

Opinion of him/herself: she isn’t perfect, but she knows that she has to live with herself for an extended lifetime. She has times when she can’t stand herself because she wasn’t strong enough to protect someone. There are times when she has success cases, new lives are made far away because of her abilities and connections, and these are when she is at her strongest.

Ambitions: to protect those that can’t protect themselves.

Philosophy of life: she always tries to do the right thing for everyone, and not just herself. She acknowledges this is a very grey moral area to be in, as it may not always be the majority that benefits.

Religion: agnostic. She simply doesn’t care. She could be branded a sinner for taking up the offer of becoming a vampire regardless of what she does.

Attitude to religion: A flimsy disguise for people to hide behind to make themselves feel better for not doing what they can because it would challenge social standings too much.

Opinions:

Biggest fears: Spiders. She hates that they can be so well hidden and jump out without warning. She hates that her screams are also what she calls ‘girly’ and ‘defenceless’.

Traumas: she was beaten by her father because she killed the love of his life in his eyes. She was killed protecting a family from their gang leader father, a brutal execution style designed to leave her scarred should she have survived it.

Most terrifying nightmare: Her father isn’t dead. He kidnaps her and marries her to one of his friends to keep control of ‘his’ money, ends up with her being forcibly impregnated until she gives birth to an heir that survives to adulthood.

Hopes: To have abuse recognised for what it is, and to ensure it isn’t the normality for anyone in family life.

Activities:

Job: Owns and runs a women and children's shelter. She obtains all funds to keep it running smoothly and to expand it as necessary.

Hobbies: reading, dancing, horse riding, looking after her goats

Talents: a very capable manipulator to tug on purse strings of the rich for her purposes. Sexual deviant, who can turn a bedroom fantasy into a reality.

Dreams: to no longer need to have to run the shelter because there is no need for anyone to run from an abusive family. And to get the best sexual highs possible with her partner in the bedroom.

Other: Able to repair clothes for the shelter, she’s adequate at the task, but she prefers for others to do it.

#otome positive #character sheet #Lady Hampton #Evelyn Hampton #otome positivity #otomepositive #otomepositivity

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salmonthestoryteller · 5 years

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Unclean

I wrote this for Michael Guerin Week - Pre-canon and/or “the lost decade”

I went with Pre-canon, so I could explore Michael’s childhood - with an emphasis on what he went through with the group he stayed with on his return to Roswell.

Trigger Warning for Child Abuse, and please take that very seriously.

This is very much Hurt with No Comfort, so please be aware of that as well.

Unclean A Roswell New Mexico Fanfic

Michael is eleven when he returns to Roswell. He’s learned a lot of things in the years since he emerged from the pod. He’s learned how to speak. Which is good, because not speaking had drawn attention he didn’t like. Pitying looks, and whispers behind palms that said something wasn’t quite right with him. He’s also learned that knowing how to talk and being listened to are two different things. He’s learned to read and write, though he rarely has the chance to do so outside of school. Books are kindling, not something to be enjoyed, as far as the meth-heads are concerned. He’s learned not to bring his schoolbooks home, but keep them in his locker or hidden somewhere else.

He’s learned how to count, and measure. He’s learned how much pennies and quarters scrounged from couch cushions and the bottom of the washing machine can buy. He’s learned how to steal food when he can’t find enough. He’s learned that as long as he spends the coins he finds, his caretakers never miss them. But if the drunk who he’s stuck with for two years finds him hoarding them - that won’t go unpunished.

He learns loneliness. He learns pain. He learns fear.

He’s not particularly scared on his treks to Foster Ranch. If anything, the starry night sky and stretches of highway and desert seem safer than any place he has ever lived on Earth. Sometimes there’s a feeling, like a fleeting memory, that invades his dreams when he sleeps under the stars. A feeling of belonging. Of safety.

In his waking hours, he never feels either.

He figures the religious freaks who run the group home can’t be worse than what he’s known. Outwardly, he’s right. There are no drugs or alcohol to be found, and the housing is spotless. There is a bed, a blanket, and a desk for every child to do their homework on. He’s never stayed someplace so clean. After finding Max and Isobel again, he almost feels like things might be looking up.

He’s wrong. He learns about duplicity. About prejudice. About hatred. He abandons the notion that any humans are good.

It starts out simple enough. With chores, and a schedule, and church every Sunday. He’s not used to a schedule, though. He’s not used to being expected to do things, because what he’s always been expected to do is stay out of the way. Apparently not understanding what they want from him isn’t an acceptable excuse.

“If anyone sins and does what is forbidden in any of the Lord’s commands, even though they do not know it, they are guilty and will be held responsible.” One of the adults quotes, as if it makes any sense.

They have a punishment, and a quote, for everything, he learns. Forgetting chores means being made to do things like clean the bathroom floor with a toothbrush. Taking food between scheduled meals and snacks means not only being denied the next meal, but being made to stand and watch as everyone else eats.

When he’s caught looking for loose change, he’s accused of stealing, because any loose change found is to go in a donation jar. That’s what leads to his first beating at the home. He’s made to get down the switch from the wall, and all the other children are rounded up to watch him be punished. Humiliation is new - he’s pretty sure he prefers being invisible.

“No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.” He’s told after.

He watches one of the workers wash another boy’s mouth out with soap after he is caught swearing.

“But shun profane and vain babblings: for they will increase unto more ungodliness.”

A girl’s hair is chopped off after she is caught decorating it with ribbons and barrettes she secretly bought.

“In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array.”

They are gathered up to watch another boy be beaten with the switch for being caught with a Playboy magazine.

“Flee the evil desires of youth and pursue righteousness, faith, love and peace, along with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart.”

Two of the girls are caught sleeping in the same bed, and even though he knows the one suffers nightmares - everyone knows - it doesn’t stop the wrath of the adults. They’re gathered to watch, and the girls are given twice as many switches as any other punishment he’s witnessed yet.

“To kill wrong desires, which lead to wrong actions, you need to control your thinking. If you regularly fill your mind with wholesome thoughts, you can more readily dismiss wrong desires.”

He runs away to Foster Ranch that night, spends it under the stars. Wishes for a world he can’t remember. No dreams of safety and belonging come. He wonders if he’d only ever imagined the feelings.

They lock him in the basement when he returns, where he spends hours alone in the dark.

“Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent.”

He’s tired of their quotes, and their punishments. The next time they’re gathered to watch a beating a picture falls from the wall. The next time he’s made to miss a meal, a dining room chair scrapes across the floor. It’s not until he’s made to clean the hallway with a toothbrush, and every picture in it crashes to the ground, that he realizes it might be his doing.

“You cannot drink the cup of the Lord and the cup of demons too; you cannot have a part in both the Lord’s table and the table of demons.” The adults warn them at dinner that night.

He’s pretty sure he would know if he somehow called on the powers of darkness. ��After a few tests with Isobel and Max, he discovers he can make it happen on purpose. He can make things move. It’s the best thing that’s happened since finding Max and Isobel again, and he begins to play with his ability more and more when he’s alone.

The good news is the practice lets him lift heavier items without getting tired. Lets him hold them up longer.

The bad news is this means the same when his powers explode outward without meaning to. More and more, the workers at the group home start eyeing him when things happen. When chairs slam into the walls, and tables get knocked over because he’s angry, always angry. He hates how they excuse their cruelty as being for the good of the children in their care. He hates their rules and their schedules and their quotes.

He hates that sometimes the quotes sneak into his mind and make him wonder if he’s wrong in some way.

One of the women from the group home catches him practicing. She opens the door while he's levitating a pencil, and even though he drops it right away, she crosses herself and backs out of his room. He hopes that will be the end of it, but it isn’t.

If it had been any other time during the year he’d have been in school, but it’s summer and it isn’t as if he’s ever needed to retake a course. He sees her speaking to the priest on Sunday. She makes him go into the basement Monday morning.

At first, he thinks it’s a regular punishment. When she comes back, though, the priest is with her. At first, it seems simple enough. They pray and toss holy water on him. But as the hours go on and he tries to get up, he’s forced back into the chair. Eventually, they tie him to it.

He’s hungry, and tired, and has to use the bathroom, but they don’t care. The first time he loses control of his bladder, his cheeks burning with humiliation, the priest throws more holy water on him- claiming that him “defiling” himself was proof of his possession. As night sets in, he begins to shiver from the cold. Once again, the priest claims it’s proof that he’s possessed - that the demon inside of him is causing his body to shake.

If they would just leave him alone, he could use his powers to escape, but they don’t. They take shifts, praying constantly and ignoring anything he says. He begs them to let him go, but the priest keeps saying he isn’t fooled by the demon’s trickery.

Michael isn’t even sure how he loses control of his bladder a second time when he hasn't had anything to drink, but the acrid smell makes him throw up. He hasn’t had any food since Sunday dinner, and it’s early Wednesday. The priest only says again that it’s the demon’s doing - proof that he's being controlled by something evil.

They finally give him water, but no food. He tries to use his powers to scare them. To move and break things in the cellar. He only needs a moment alone to get out and away. Instead, the priest heats his metal cross over a candle and presses it into his skin. His forearm is first - the metal sizzles where it touches him - the pain is the worst he’s known and Michael can’t hold back his screams. The smell of his own flesh burning hits him next, making him gag as the priest repeats the process on his upper arm.

“Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, be our protection against the malice and snares of the devil."

How ironic is it that their angel has his name, yet he’s being accused of being a demon?

"May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell all the evil spirits who prowl through the world seeking the ruin of souls.”

He loses control of his powers, the force of it exploding outward all around him - rattling everything in the basement. Afterwards, he passes out.

When he wakes up, he’s laid out on the floor with the woman and the priest leaning over him, asking if he’s alright. Does he remember anything from his possession?

Terrified they might start the exorcism again, he insists he can’t remember any of the last week. The woman sobs, thanking God and the priest for saving his soul.

The priest eyes him suspiciously and warns them it might not be over. “Demons may be exorcised, or driven out, from a possessed person,” he cautions.“However, this may be dangerous if not followed by stringent cleaning and discipleship. Without proper spiritual care, the person might then be open for a seven-fold infestation.”

Michael barely suppresses a shudder when the woman instantly says they’ll do it again if they have to. Only then is he allowed to go upstairs and clean himself up. The clothing is a lost cause. He wads it up and stuffs it into the bathroom trash. The smell from them is so strong it starts to fill the small space, and he ends up tying up the bag to throw away when he’s finished cleaning himself. There’s a medkit in the bathroom with burn cream in it, and he applies it to the marks he can reach. He pulls on a hoodie afterward - tugging the sleeves down to hide the marks even though he knows you aren’t supposed to cover burns. He can’t look at them; doesn’t want anyone else to see them. He follows every fucked up rule without hesitation for the next week.

He’d planned to sneak out the night of his birthday, but fear of another exorcism makes him ask permission to go camping instead, stressing it’s with Max and not mentioning Isobel at all. The head of the group home agrees, though the woman who did the exorcism watches him warily. She approaches him before he leaves to give him a rosary. He takes it so he can escape out the door before things escalate.

If, on the way back to the group home after burying a body in the middle of the desert, he finds himself fingering the rosary, it’s only because his hands are still shaking from shock.

“And nothing unclean, and no one who practices abomination and lying, shall ever come into it, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.” He finds himself quoting, and hates himself for it.

He’s felt like the group home has been trying to convince him that he’s wrong and unclean since he’d first arrived. Now, after using his powers to bury a body, he isn’t sure he’ll ever feel clean again.

End

SuburbanSun beta-ed the absolute mess this fic was when I begged for help with it. Thank-you! Thank-you! I probably should have begged for more help after I finished fixing it up, so any remaining errors are definitely all on me.

Long Mostly Unnecessary Author Notes:

I’ve wanted to write a fic focusing on the exorcism since episode 01x06 aired, and episode 01x10 only made me want to write it more.

I have a life long fascination with all things supernatural, so I’ve actually read and watched a lot of things about exorcisms - both about what is supposed to be done if going through official channels (which actually involves a ton of medical and psychological testing and can take years to be approved), and what happens when some zealot decides they can just take things into their own hands. (Which in some cases I’ve read about led to the death of those involved.)

That being said, and I’ve admitted this as a writer in previous fandoms while attempting to write about religious characters, I am agnostic. So any and all religious references have truly only been moderately researched. I apologize if that has led me to making any blazing errors.

Michael mentions in 1x10 that the group involved were “Fundamentalist Religious Freaks.” Fundamentalist, according to the dictionary, is a person who believes in the strict, literal interpretation of scripture in a religion. Which to me says that they’re the types who follow the letter and not the meaning of what they preach.

Even though both young Michael to Max, and older Michael to Alex, basically shrug off this group as being crazy, we know he was in their care for a minimum of three years (11-14). He may have been in their care up to 16 or 17 since he makes no more mention of another group home or foster parent and we don’t know when exactly he started living homeless. So that makes it 3-6 years he stayed with them. That’s a lot of years, and I feel like on some level, especially coming to them at 11, it would have affected his thoughts about right and wrong and himself, whether he admitted it or not, so I wanted to hint at that as well.

#mgweek19 #michael guerin #tw: child abuse #roswell new mexico #rnm fanfic #hurt no comfort

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gotatext · 5 years

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yo, im not gonna lie guys, im super drunk, so this bio is like.... completely ocpy and pasted but;.... pls plot with me..... im so excited to bring this baby here.... i feel it is the perfect place to write her and i hven’t had the chance to in so long ..... love me..... and greta........ please im so excited this is back, last time i played jack..... n willow??? i think....... maybe archie too...... dont even remember...... who i fuckin played..... but i was here...... and queer..... loud..... and proud..... god this dumb bitch needs to sleep.....

GRETA O'DRISCOLL

20. born in marfa, texas. luvs wearing gingham print dresses and cowboy boots. vert into art and pornography, and particularly the combination of the two. wants to do a PHD on gender studies and female autonomy in porn.

( kristine froseth | she / her | cisfemale ) hey, you hear ( young lady, you’re scaring me by ron gallo ) playing over on the ( rv lot ) ? that’s where ( greta o'driscoll ) lives! i heard they moved in from ( marfa, texas ) exactly ( four months ) ago. they’re very ( zealous ) but also pretty ( erratic ). maybe that’s why davie keeps calling them the ( libertine ). starlit is full of people, but this ( 20 ) year old is really going to liven things up around here! ( nora | 23 | she / her | gmt )

personality: easy-going, deceptive, manipulative, self-reliant, profound, amiable, nihilistic, self-serving, laid back, independent unmotivated, self-corrupting, charming, lazy, impulsive, alluring.

likes: art, music, philosophy, DC comics, arcade games, candyfloss, fish and chips on the beach, deep red lipstick, marijuana, dogs, Kate Moss, late-night strolls, chemistry, suspenders, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, cold coffee, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, DJ sets, magnolias.

dislikes: bananas, coffee, mental mathematics, children, misogyny, the imaginary future, literature, Wes Anderson films

muse tag

aesthetics: a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

cliffsnotes on biography

- she’s called greta (under witness protection), and she’s a serial dater. she’s incredibly restless and doesn’t settle. before she came to seattle, she’d lived in 8 different cities in 3 years. born into a single-parent house with two older sisters so always surrounded by women and as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention - every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result everyone from her past views her as a completely different person depending on when she met them. - she’s been involved in a series of destructive relationships because when people discover she’s not who she pretends to be she often gets explosive and defensive. - (tw gun) she’s now under witness protection and moved to connecticut because she shot a previous boyfriend in self-defence and his family are trying to have her done for murder, but she got tired of being moitored so is now even on the run from the police / her faked identity. - easy to get along with (provided you don’t anger, provoke or question her too much) because she WANTS your character to be entralled by her and will do whatever it takes to win them over. she wants everyone to love her - big into sports. big into gender politics. big into art. does a lot of art installation pieces to do with female and queer bodies. massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune. big fan of the honey bee.

full biography

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your bosom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and daredevils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six-pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three-hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty-five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wildfire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you make your name as a downtown singer while he foots the bill with pills. they have a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you live like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self-defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to vegas where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

#starlit:intro #starlit:ooc #pls plot w me im going 2 sleep but.... will reply tomorrow #spam me with ideas i LIVE for that shit x #⥂ greta o'driscoll. ╱ musings.

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dabis-dream · 5 years

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For the Headcanon thing: ❂✄✚✿♡♬☼♧❧★❀△➷♤♆⊗☾✜☠◊

Send ❂ for a like headcanon: He flees from the League of Villain’s restricting choke hold during the middle of the night, turns his phone off or even just leaves it at the hideout, and finds a rooftop high up someplace to just dangle his feet off the side off the building. He’ll smoke a cigarette, or more depending on his mood, and gaze up at the night sky, or down below at the busy traffic. It’s a breath of fresh air for him.

Send ✄ for a favorite movie of my muse’s:Stand By Me.

Send ✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions:Dabi didn’t keep anything after fleeing from his life as a Todoroki. He couldn’t risk having people know his true identity, nor could he let something like a memorable possession persuade him to return to his past life. He had to cut everything out. Possessions come with risks.

Send ✿ for a happy memory:Despite his shitty childhood, he enjoyed being an older brother. There was one night in particular where Enji’s abusive parenting got too out of hand, and all of the Todoroki siblings were punished, punished for being ‘too weak, and not enough like him’. Enji ended up storming out of the house, getting a hero call, allowing for all of the siblings, and their mother to breathe. In attempts to lift his family’s spirits, Touya convinced all of them to build a blanket/pillow fort, mainly for Shoto’s sake, he was so young. He didn’t deserve a father like Enji.

They all helped though, connecting a fort together all throughout the family/living rooms. Even their mother, Rei helped and made snacks. When they finished, Touya turned the lights off, and had them all huddle together. With a flashlight held up to his beaten face, he told his younger siblings many stories; stories about mythical worlds, dragons, princesses, kings, knights, you name it. He did that until they were all smiling, laughing, ‘ooo-ing and awe-ing’. It made his family happy after such an unfortunate event, and that’s what he treasures most about that memory.

Now, that memory is bittersweet. He knows that he can’t go back to that, to see his family smile because of him. It tugs at his heart, and sometimes on a particularly rough night, it’ll bring tears to his eyes.

Send ♡ for a friendship headcanon:Growing up, he was always a rebellious trouble maker with a mouth not suited for a young child. The other kids either hated him, or were obsessed with him because of his father. Though, he was never good at actually keeping friends. He could tell when people were trying to get close to him only because of Endeavor’s status, using him essentially. He hated that. After he fled from home, he definitely didn’t have any friends. The people he works with are just annoyances to him.

Send ♬ for a childhood headcanon:One time he saw a group of older boys tugging on Fuyumi’s hair, calling it ugly, and calling her nicknames like ‘patches, stripes, chicken pox’. Brother Touya said ‘fuck no’, and literally scorched their asses. Of course, he got in trouble at school, and definitely by his father later.

Send ☼ for a dream headcanon:Dabi most often is woken up by reoccurring dreams. Some pleasant, some terrifying. They’re usually the same 4 that sticks around. One nightmare involving Enji beating the living hell out of him. The other is Dabi burning his own flesh to mask his identity. Everyday is extremely painful for him, but the first time he did that hurt more than any beating Endeavor could have given him.

For the not so morbid dreams, he’s got this one wish to be free. Free from himself, his family name, the League of Villains, every ball and chain that could possibly drag him down to earth, he yearns to be free from it. The dream is usually just of him running, but the setting is different every time. Though, he’s not running from anything anymore. He’s just running because he’s free, and that feeling is so liberating.

Somehow a particular chicken-eating, winged bastard makes guest appearances into some of his dreams. They (the dreams) might be soft, but they might be hard too…. yeah. So anyways, he’s woken up with burnt bedding before, and the air smelling just a little more crispy because of it.

Send ♧ for a cooking headcanon:This boy can’t cook. Sorry, but he really can’t. He has, however, cooked food on himself before. That was… an experience. He’s too lazy, but also he never learned. Rei, his mother, and Fuyumi always cooked.

Send ❧ for a food headcanon:He doesn’t like fried chicken, I’ll tell you that. He often eats gas station food, frequently returning to them to buy more cigarettes.

Send ★ for a talent headcanon:He’s really good with his hands, (get your damn head out of the gutter). But due to his self-inflicted injuries, he frequently has to re-stitch, and staple his skin together. That shit is really tedious, and takes steady hands, and a lot of patience.

Send ❀ for a crush my muse has had:Some bird-brained, loud-mouthed idiot who hits him in the face with his wings just a little too often to call it accidental. Who knows who tf that is?

Send △ for a sex headcanon:(Get your damn head back in the gutter)… He’s good with his hands, and he knows how to use them… He’s also an asshole, so he’ll heat his hands or tongue up and leave light marks sometimes. I don’t make the rules…

Send ➷ for a sports headcanon:Umm, no sports. Have you seen this boy’s body? He is the definition of a twink. He’s not physically strong, due to his father’s attempts at breeding the ‘perfect’ hero.

Send ♤ for a ‘dislike’ headcanon:He really dislikes people, especially dumb people. Sounds super angsty and naive, but he does. So that’s why he makes fun of every new person he meets. He’s a big shit talker.

Send ♆ for something my muse hates:Other than Endeavor? He actually despises his quirk. It’s too much of a painful reminder of his past life, but like Shoto, he knows he’s stronger by using it.

Send ⊗ for a phobia headcanon:Atychiphobia; fear of failure. Probably can thank Endeavor for that one. Dabi could care less about whether the League wins or loses, but with his own personal ambitions, they mean a lot to him. It’s his soul purpose for continuing on at this point.

Send ☾ for a sleep headcanon:He’s got a pretty whack sleeping pattern. He often has immense troubles falling asleep and staying asleep, resulting in insomnia. This boy sleeps a little better next to somebody though. He does prefer to be up working at night, it’s too risky to work during the day for him.

Send ✜ for a fear headcanon:He’s scared that if he gets too close to the winged hero, he’ll either start doubting his own ambitions, or mess them up somehow. He knows that he wants Endeavor to end, to pay for everything he’s ever done… but, sometimes you just can’t help but give in to what the heart wants, despite the brain’s toughest efforts to be resilient.

Send ☠ for a death headcanon:Dabi’s scared that Hawks is going to end up dead by his very own two scarred hands. When the time for fighting comes, he doesn’t know what will actually happen.

Send ◊ for a headcanon of the mun’s choice:Dabi’s just a fucking bitchy millennial who hates the older generations. He’ll bitch and complain all the time, and doesn’t care either.

(Thanks for coming to my Dabi TED Talk. Have a great day.)

#bruh this took so long #but thank you for making me do all of them!#dabi #bnha dabi #bnha #mha #mha dabi #touya todoroki #dabi is a todoroki #hotwings #asks #rp #hawks

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sieben9 · 6 years

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“souls of the departed” impressions

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

With thanks to Photoshop’s “Colour Balance” option!

Today on Once Upon a— Jesus H. Christ, will you look at that lighting!

Just…

Why.

someone call the editing studio and tell them they left f.lux on…

Ahem. Anyway. Underworld. Gotta say, I liked this one a lot more than I’d have assumed from the end of the last (half-)season. (Someone mentioned it would be a Regina-centric, so I expected at least some good stuff, but this was still a lot better than I could have hoped.) Maybe not my favourite ever, but definitely a good deal above average. It also serves as what I hope is a good introduction to this season’s theme…

Closure!

Also, “letting go”, I suppose, but I’m not getting my hopes too far up on that count. More under the cut.

OK, first of all, before we get into the meat of this episode…

NEAL! God, I missed you, buddy. Emma, could you maybe pull a Hella Varal here, and just… take him with you? No? Oh, come on, do I have to write everything myself here?

I will also say that I didn’t buy that “I had no unfinished business” line for a second. Neal, you left behind your heartbroken (former?) love, the son you’d barely met and for whom you were willing to throw all your principles overboard, just to meet him again, and a completely devastated father you’d just reconciled with. And none of that counts as unfinished business? Yeah, pull the other one and all that.

Also, nice going on telling Henry that his dad is OK, but not Rumple that his son is. Yes, I know that we’re pretending like the two had nothing to do with each other, ever, but still. Let me get the bitterness out early.

Other than that, this episode reminded me of two things. Well, three. First: damn, but Regina can sure carry an episode when the plot lets her.

Second, Barbara Hershey is a very handsome woman, and third: I want to resurrect Cora, just so that I can kill her again. You kind of forget what an astoundingly terrible person she is when she’s not around for a while…

OK, touching reunion over, now take your hands off her or so help me…

This whole plot did something I really like on this show, which is “take a tertiary character and flesh the hell out of them” (no pun intended). Henry Sr was mostly there to fill a specific role in Regina’s backstory so far, and while we got glimpses of his character, I wouldn’t have called him “well-developed” by any means. Which is perfectly fine! You do need that supporting cast to carry a story. It’s still nice when those people get their time to shine, and this was Older Henry’s opportunity.

…OK, bad example. look, it’s Once Upon a Time. sometimes these things happen.

This episode also reframed his actions during Regina’s childhood in a way that made him more sympathetic to me. I mean, he was always a genuinely nice person, and his death was awful, but while I liked him well enough, I had a hard time respecting him, because… well, we only ever saw him as “Regina’s dad”, and he seemed to fail his parental duties rather thoroughly.

Look, this whole topic is steeped in issues I am in no way an expert on. Living with a violent spouse (meaning Cora, in this case) is hell, and I assume different people deal with that differently. I didn’t blame Henry Sr because he never stopped Cora’s abuse of their daughter, mostly because I don’t think he could have. I blamed him because the narrative made it seem like he never even tried, instead just standing to one side, wringing his hands, because gosh, there was just nothing he could do, was there?

Anyway, like I said, this episode reframed a lot of that, both in the sense that he did, in fact, try, and in that he knew how badly he’d messed up, and wanted to see that made right.

And while the whole thing was obviously subject to time constraints (theoretically, I wouldn’t have minded a three-episode arc where Regina and her father come to terms with the good, bad, and ugly of their relationship and make peace with all parts together, but I realise that’s not really feasible), I really liked that this episode gave both of them... wait for it... Closure.

Even back in s1, Regina killing her father was never framed as an act of malice, but one of desperation, and it was made clear repeatedly how much that decision haunted her. I also just liked Henry getting to meet his grandfather and namesake.

“Thank you, Grandpa. For believing in her like I do.” “Thank you, Henry... for being there when I couldn't.”

no snark here, i just really loved this dialogue

I’m vaguely confused about Cora’s fate, I admit. Also about Hades’s zero-mistakes policies. How many hyper-competent evil people do you have around this place that you can send her off to Miller Hell for that one single tick of the clock? Just wondering...

In any case, I’m happy they seem to be picking up the “Regina is the saviour, but coming from the other direction” thing as Emma gets... honestly, who even knows what’s going on with Emma, these days.

In “just little things I liked”: the cameos. Just. All of the cameos. Loved hearing Cruella in the background, loved James in all his sleazy, awful glory, and especially loved the return of this little shit here.

welcome back, eyebrow boy! touch any of the characters i love and i will beat you with a cactus : D

Also, Regina eating pie.

Just. Yeah. Congratulations on finding what is probably the least heterosexual way to eat pie, and that’s saying something.

Oh, and as mentioned in my one liveblog-post: Rumplestiltskin, Dark One and grumpy tour guide to Hell. That man is so Done™ with everything and everybody. He spent six weeks in a coma, got kidnapped, beaten up, chased by bears, beaten up again, had his heart broken, was threatened with horrible death, was re-Dark One’d (which I can’t imagine is much fun, even if it was on purpose), got shagged within an inch of his life (one presumes), and blackmailed into going to the underworld for a guy he hates. What I’m saying is: let this man rest for maybe five minutes.

“I’m out” yeah, i hear that…

And, of course, the short-but-sweet (bittersweet, really) Rumbelle scene in the beginning. Look, Rumple, bud, if you could just tell her? Maybe just this once? …yeah, didn’t think so. You two are still cute and do some of the best goodbyes on this show. Please don’t mess each other up too badly this time around.

i really, really love these two idiots…

Meanwhile, in “setup” news… uh, Hook’s not looking his best, is he? Did he just fast forward all the way to Actual Hell, or what’s going on there? I mean, I’m sure I’ll find out whether I want to or not, I’m just trying to get myself interested in the alleged main plot.

And Hades, my guy, that hairdo is not doing you any favours whatsoever.

just… no.

They're going to have him be evil, aren’t they? ::incredibly long sigh:: Alright. Bring it on.

#ouat #once upon a time #souls of the departed #sieben watches ouat #domestic violence cw #kind of #it's cora #shit's not good #anyway i had fun with this filter #lots #sorry if everything is a bit overexposed and green #i'm still tinkering with it

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Murchadh sinks through familiar blackness that quickly materializes into the fields and hills beyond the veil. His golden friend is nowhere in sight. Confident that his friend will soon appear, Murchadh sets out at a brisk walk toward the nearest hill to gain a better view of the area.

Reaching the top of the hill, Murchadh scours the midday skies and soon spies a familiar serpentine shape above the horizon. With a grim smile on his face, he waits as the shape grows larger and nearer. Just a few breaths later, his golden friend alights gracefully just in front of him. Before Murchadh has a chance to open his mouth, the neidraig speaks. “There you are. I had hoped you would return before now. There is urgent business that needs our attention in the north. We must set out immediately.”

Murchadh is not distracted from his purpose. “I am here because I have a question to ask you. I have heard that it is not possible for someone to live on both sides of the veil but that, in the end, he must fade from one side or the other. Is this true?”

The neidraig looks at Murchadh with a guarded expression. “Who told you such a thing?”

“I am the one asking questions at the moment. Is it true or is it not?”

The creature looks at Murchadh for a long time before responding. “It is true.”

Murchadh raises one eyebrow. “Well, in that case . . .” The sunswept hills around him start to fade.

“What do you think you are doing?” His golden friend’s voice cuts through the air and the hills jolt back into focus again.

“Leaving,” Murchadh says simply.

“But I told you we have an urgent task before us. We must fly immediately.”

“I’m not staying here if that means fading away from the other side. That is where my family is, and they need me. Anyway, why should I stay here with you when you won’t even do me the courtesy of being honest with me about the repercussions of my coming here?”

“I have told you what you need to know when you need to know it. This does not need to concern you.”

“It concerns me a lot, if it dictates where I will spend the rest of my life! And I’d much rather spend that with friends who actually care about me instead of that which treats me like some mindless pawn!”

“This is your destiny, Murchadh. It’s in your blood. You are meant to be here with us.”

Murchadh’s anger boils over. “What if I don’t want to? What if I’m tired of being used and only told things when it’s meant to manipulate my behaviour? You’re no better than Symbre and the rest of her lot! I’m not going to be her pawn, and I’m not going to be yours, either! Goodbye!” Without giving his golden friend any time to respond, Murchadh throws himself into wakefulness. But instead of materializing into the shadows inside his tent, the swirling darkness becomes darker and heavier. He feels a force pulling at him, trying to prevent him from passing. Murchadh struggles against it, but the weight of exhaustion drags him deeper and deeper into darkness.

Suddenly, he feels a hand shaking his shoulder. He opens his eyes to see Wyddryr leaning over him.

Murchadh struggles to form words; shapeless sounds form but finally he manages to recover control of his tongue. “What is going on? Did someone die?”

Wyddryr, looking slightly surprised, whispers urgently, “No one yet. I need to speak to you quickly, and not here. Please come!”

“I just got back from my hunt. Can it wait?” Murchadh asks, now fully awake.

Wyddryr is confused. “This is your second night back.”

Murchadh wrinkles his brow and shakes his head. “But I just . . .” The creature’s warning echoes in his head: for verily our kind cannot dwell fully in two worlds at once. His dream with the neidraig must have held him within the dream realm for a whole day. To Wyddryr, he says, “Never mind. I will come.” He gets up and follows Wyddryr out of his tent.

It is a moonless night and a heavy fog hides the world and mutes all sound. They navigate by memory through the encampment. Once outside it, Murchadh follows Wyddryr through the woods a short distance until they enter a small natural grotto formed under a large fir tree. Under its branches they are hidden from all eyes. Ashrille is there and looks up when they enter.

Wyddryr speaks almost immediately. It is clear to Murchadh that Ashrille has already heard what he has to say. “Thank you for joining me. I—we need to go back out there. We need to catch the creature. We are so close; I know it. Ashrille, I know you’re with me; Murchadh, I’m sorry to ask it of you, but I know your skills, and we could use you. Your skills in the woods and … and in the dreams.” Wyddryr’s large eyes are filled with fear and hope.

Murchadh nods his head as he processes. “Why is this so urgent, and why are we meeting in secret to discuss this?”

“You were asleep all of yesterday,” Wyddryr explains. “Brân is here; he thought you were having a creature-dream, or something. They were going to wake you in the morning. Anyway,” he shakes his head, “I needed your help, so I waited—but I couldn’t wait any longer; I needed to wake you up before Brân got to you.”

Murchadh narrows his eyes slightly. “Why? What is so important that you need to go ahead of Brân and Symbre’s timing?”

Wyddryr looks at Ashrille, who shrugs imperceptibly. “Alright, well,” he says, turning back to Murchadh, “here it is—there’s no use hiding anymore. I wasn’t captured, Murchadh. My father—my father and I were slaves of a tribe to the southwest—doesn’t matter who they were. We were beaten, abused. The tribe made their living off a local quarry; we worked there day and night. The Gwaedwn—Logain, on a recruiting mission—he liberated us, all on his own. This was almost two years ago; seven or eight seasons, I think. He set a fire, burned down much of the village …” His haunted eyes flicker to the ground. “That’s how he got his scars, you know. Freeing us—freeing me.

“But my father became sick, awful sick. He’s dying. Logain has brought witches, mystics, but nothing has helped.” Wyddryr’s eyes burn as they turn back to Murchadh. “I need to kill the creature, Murchadh. I need its blood. For my father.”

Murchadh gives a short nod, processing slowly. His face does not change, but inside him emotion rages. He understands Wyddryr more now; they are quite alike. Murchadh would do anything for his father, even put up with abuse and pretend to be a slave. He would do more than that to save his father. He would betray the only tribe who accepted him---betray his saviours . . . Yes, Murchadh understands Wyddryr, and decides to do what he can to help him not go through life like he himself had: without a family. “You know, I don’t know why you hide your past,” Murchadh says, musing more to himself than to anyone else. If he had known sooner he would have helped more. “There is no shame or harm in it.” All the captives he knew would have helped. Anwen had lost her father, as well as Alaric.

“I wasn’t captured, Murchadh,” repeats Wyddryr. “I was planted among you. I was supposed to be a spy, to keep you in line. You think there’s no harm in that?”

“There’s no way the others would have helped him,” says Ashrille.

Murchadh pauses. “I will help you achieve the healing of your father,” he says. “I can probably help you find the creature.” But there is more Murchadh needs to know: “Why not get Symbre and Brân’s blessing? I can’t see why they would stop us. I have no great love for Symbre, but I have even less for the thought of being hunted by Asgell,” he adds with a smile.

Wyddryr’s eyes harden. “They’re not sending us out for a third hunt. We’ve failed them. In a couple days, recruitment missions will start heading out again. It’ll be spring before the hunt resumes and—” his voice breaks--- “and I don’t think my father has that long.”

Murchadh is stunned to silence. Fear for his friends fills him. His face must betray him, for Ashrille speaks reassuringly:

“Your friends won’t be killed.”

“They’re slaves, or members of the Gwaedwn,” says Wyddryr. “As long as they’re useful they’ll continue playing their roles.”

Murchadh releases a shaky breath. They will be safe; they will not be killed; he does not have to choose between them and Wyddryr. Maybe he can buy their freedom if he can bring back the blood or other gift of the creature. He looks piercingly at Wyddryr, studying the odd boy’s bright eyes. There are still things he needs to know. “Why did Logain free you and your father? I don’t imagine Symbre told him to; she doesn’t seem to have much compassion for slaves.”

Wyddryr replies with a shrug, “Because he is a good man.”

“That explains nothing,” responds Murchadh angrily. His thoughts---and frustration---is focused on Logain, on Symbre: on their refusal to let him into their motives. “I want to help you, but you can’t hide anything!” His head brushes a branch as he turns away from the others, and jewels of water rain down on his hot skin. He directs his eyes towards the village, off in the darkness, and fire burns in them. In a lower voice, he continues, “From what I have learned of the creature, everything matters: your history, your motives, your intent, who you associate with . . . You have to tell me.”

Wyddryr responds in anger. “What do you think I am hiding? Do you think I know every thought that crosses a man’s head? Logain came to the village, spent a day there with our masters, spoke with my father once or twice, and then in the night we woke up to fire and Logain telling us to run! Maybe he loves my father, maybe he just hated our masters. Ask him, not me!”

Murchadh realizes that he has misread his anger. He only feels compassion for him, it is the others who make his blood boil.

“Wyddryr …” Ashrille murmurs.

Wyddryr takes a deep breath. “I’ve told you everything I know. I’ve broken my trust with the Gwaedwn. Now, will you help me or not, because I have no more time to waste.”

Murchadh calms his voice. “I have told you, already, I will help you acquire what you need to heal your father. I just need to get my pack. It will only take a little while.” At their worried glances, Murchadh reassures them. “I will not be caught. I have passed unseen by the watchmen almost every morning since Alaric’s death.”

Ashrille looks at Wyddryr. There is a moment of silence. Finally, Wyddryr responds, “Thank you, Murchadh. We’ll be here.”

As he makes his silent way back to the encampment, Murchadh ponders what he has learned. He doubts the creature can be captured for Symbre’s purposes; from his research, he suspects it only grants its gifts on its own terms, to those who seek to help others.

Murchadh slips down the alleys of the village and ducks into his tent, where his gear is as he had left it after his hunt. As he gathers it up he continues reflecting on what he knows of the creature, and comes to suspect it has done everything for a purpose: in all the legends, it helps the helpless. If it exists---and his experience in the dream world assures him it must---then Murchadh, and Wyddryr and Ashrille and all the others, are just the kinds of people he knows it will help. Perhaps not directly through him, but through those innocent of bloodshed.

Murchadh exits his tent still deep in thought---so deep that he does not notice Asgell and Tyree until he nearly runs into them. Asgell takes him in at a glance: his resolved look, his pack and gear. She does not speak.

“I must go,” explains Murchadh. “I have dreamed of the creature. It has summoned me. I know its intentions. I know I will find it. Wyddryr and Ashrille travel with me. We are each of the Gwaedwn; we go hunt. There is no reason for concern.”

“Symbre will not let you go,” says Asgell. “You are Gwaedwn in name only.”

“And in blood!” cries Tyree.

Asgell continues without looking at the Gwaedwn warrior, “You are little more than children to our leader, without the freedoms of a blood-member.”

It is as Murchadh suspected. Yet, “I must go,” he says. “We must go.”

Now Asgell shares a look with Tyree. For a breath, Murchadh almost thinks he sees a flash of aggression flash across his cousin’s face. Then it resolves, and Asgell turns back to him. “We will not stop you. Be swift, and careful.”

Murchadh nods, flicks his eyes to Tyree’s, then turns and leaves. He slips into the shadow of the trees and is gone.

Before he reaches the hiding place under the fir, Wyddryr and Ashrille join his stride from the darkness.

“We couldn’t wait any longer,” Wyddryr explains. Murchadh nods in response. He draws his knife and cuts a branch from a nearby evergreen to use in obscuring their tracks, then gestures for Wyddryr to lead them north. His golden friend had said there was urgent business to the north; it was as good a direction to start out in as any.

As he sweeps their tracks, Murchadh keeps his eyes peeled in the darkness for any signs of their passage that cannot be brushed away; he straightens bent twigs and removes bruised foliage. But Wyddryr and Ashrille leave very little trail; they are as much one with the woods as any Murchadh has traveled with. Their going is slow during the night, but by morning Murchadh estimates they have put at least a quarter of a day’s-journey between them and the village. They had stopped covering tracks after following a creek upstream for a movement sometime in the pre-dawn. That had led them onto a rocky spine, which left no traces of their passage.

The company stops midmorning in a clearing. As rays of light dance through a mist that refuses to dissipate, Murchadh sits on a rock cushioned with moss and meditates, drawing in the spirit of the forest. It enters him, dwells within him. There is no question: he is a creature of the woods again. He is home. He feels the life of the forest flow around him, ebbing and flowing in noise and scent and touch.

For a moment, his golden friend is before him. It is pierced through by black arrows that turn into smoke as Murchadh’s eyes move past them. The neidraig cries out as the fine black particles hiss about its scales, but Murchadh knows that the gritty smoke is not dangerous. The golden creature is trying to lure him into the dream-world, but---

“Why didn’t you help me?” cries the neidraig. It throws back its head and the scales of its throat suddenly burst from the flesh, shatter in the air, and fall about Murchadh as a shimmering mist.

“Leave me be,” Murchadh declares. “I have made my choice.”

“This world is still within you!” says the golden neidraig, its voice a barrage of images and power. Murchadh looks down at his chest to see the beast’s claws pierce his clothes, sink in---but he does not feel their pain, and banishes their image with an angry growl.

“I have made my choice!” he cries, and wakes up to the startled faces of Wyddryr and Ashrille, who have turned to look at him from their relaxed places upon the grass of the woodland clearing.

“A creature-dream?” asks Wyddryr.

Murchadh does not respond. He can tell without looking up that the sun has climbed higher in the sky than his internal measurement of time allows. It is nearly midday. No wonder Brân is incapable of speaking clearly---dreams are a dangerous place. Murchadh will have to be careful. He gestures for the others to continue on.

Above them, clouds gather, and rain heralds the onset of the afternoon. It is cold and miserable, but Murchadh is thankful. Tracking them will be nearly impossible now. They travel in a silence that stretches out into the forest around them. Silence, except for the relentless crashing of rain. For a moment, Murchadh imagines that he hears a great creature flying high above the canopy. A pang runs through him---loss, grief, anger . . . something like that. Murchadh banishes the feeling to a distant place in the back of his mind. He cannot focus on that. Feelings endanger survival—that is what his years of wandering have taught him. Shut them away. Focus on staying alive, on completing the task before him. He will not fail Wyddryr.

As night falls, the trio sets up camp in a relatively dry spot in a grove of thick firs. Murchadh sets a few simple traps for the morning, and they dine on a chewy but flavourful bark Ashrille pulls out of her pack.

“We need watches,” says Murchadh after his stomach is satisfied. “I will take the last one. You two can decide which you want.”

Ashrille volunteers for the first. Murchadh sets himself up against a tree just outside of the small circle of firelight. Not without trepidation, he allows himself to sleep, and sleeps the light sleep of the wary traveler, absent a single dream.

The rain is heavy when he is wakened by Wyddryr for his watch. Through his watch, he notices from time to time the glint of light off the boy’s wide eyes. Murchadh is not surprised he cannot sleep. He does not disturb him. He is reminded of his angry outburst earlier, when his fury towards the Gwaedwn had boiled over. Wyddryr and Ashrille had not deserved that. His anger is for Symbre and her circle, no one else. Their plans have been flawed from the start, from their idiotic and cruel recruitment missions. Why, Murchadh figures many of the captives would have joined free of will had the choice been presented them: he himself had no other prospects. He is sure they could have found willing participants, children who would have offered loyalty and passion as well as the necessary innocence. The blood-pact had been too little, too late.

Wyddryr interrupts his thoughts. “I’ve told you my story,” he drawls, still lying in his place near the coals of the fire. “I’ve heard you’re a storyteller.” He puts his hands beneath his head as he stares up at the canopy above them. “Your turn.”

Murchadh cannot see any harm in fulfilling his request, and relates to him his story from birth to capture, finishing with the revelation of his relation to Tyree.

Wyddryr shifts slightly on his mat of needles. “So you have found family again?”

Murchadh smiles. “Yes, but I found it with Anwen and Ffrewgí first. Tyree came after. If he does not help me earn their freedom, Tyree is no kin of mine.”

A long moment of silence is filled only with the constant beating of the rain on the branches above and the ground around them. Wyddryr lets out a dry whisper of a laugh and asks, “Why are you always so stubbornly inquisitive?”

Murchadh leans forward. “According to the tales, intention plays a significant role in the success or failure of the hunt. I needed to be sure you are doing this for your father, not for wealth or power as the other Gwaedwn.”

Wyddryr yawns. “Right.”

The two of them fall silent, and Murchadh watches as Wyddryr’s eyelids flicker and then rest closed as the boy falls asleep.

In the morning, they cook a rabbit caught in one of Murchadh’s traps and head out into the rain after they have broken their fasts. Through the morning the sun makes headway against the clouds and the company passes through dappled shade as they walk, passing in and out of quick showers and beams of golden light, in which moisture shines like jewels and passing mists glitter. The forest thrums with energy, and Murchadh hopes the good portents point towards the success of their venture. In the back of his mind, the glimpse of a golden scale accompanies the temptation to receive guidance from the dream realm, but he rejects it, turning his thoughts towards the glory around him.

The sun is beginning to set when they crest a hill. Below them and to the left, in the crook of a stream, is a jut of rock sticking like a finger into the air. The trees in the valley are clinging to the last of their leaves and a coloured carpet decorates the space around the stone.

“This seems like a good place to camp,” suggests Ashrille.

Murchadh has a sudden urge to hunt, but suppresses it. He must help the others set up. The company moves down the gentle slope towards the stone and as they do a crawling feeling creeps down Murchadh’s back. Something is not right. He can tell the others feel the same way: they all slow and take careful steps forward.

Then Murchadh sees a shape slip out from behind the rock and grip its side to climb. In the sunset shadow, the figure is impossible to make out. Murchadh and the others creep closer, moving in a slight arc to come at the stone perpendicular to the line of the stream.

The sun slips below the forest, leaving behind a sky filled with colours. Murchadh’s breath catches. Archora is sitting upon the stone, smiling happily, with both hands folded on her lap. Joy brims up in Murchadh, but also unease. Something is not right.

“I saw that it was you,” says Archora. Murchadh studies her. She is covered in dirt and her hair is tangled with moss and twigs. She looks as if she has spent many days alone in the woods.

Murchadh does not speak. An indefinable feeling gnaws at him. He looks at Archora’s hands, clasped in her lap. Two hands.

“They didn’t catch me.”

How did she know what he was thinking? Murchadh blinks, and in the darkness of his eyelids---in that infinitesimal moment before he looks again at Archora---he sees the whole scene as if his eyes had never closed, but on the rock stands a white stag, exquisitely bright. On its head rises a single antler; the other corner of its skull is pure, as if another antler had never grown there. Behind the stag coils Murchadh’s golden friend, and with it coils a dark snake of smoke.

“You chose your family,” Archora says.

Murchadh breathes in deeply, the image already disappearing from behind his eyelids. “Yes. Thank you for the warning. It was appreciated. Now,” he continues, “we don’t have much time. Will you give us what we need to heal a dying man, and to free those who are unjustly captured?”

The little girl upon the rock spreads her arms. “I have nothing more to give you.”

Murchadh feels it would be futile to look over at his companions. Somehow, he knows that they are there and not there---that he would not see them, or that he would not be able to look. He sighs. “Then we will leave without your help and try to find another way. I will write a legend telling of how you turned us away empty.”

Archora winks. “Was I not part of your family?”

“Archora was,” says Murchadh, but suddenly he understands. Family. Nothing more to give you. He was not the only one to go on a hunt for this creature. Anwen, Ffrewgí, the others---they are innocent of bloodshed, and it is not in their natures to hunt to kill. Maybe, just maybe, they have already met the creature. Suddenly, Murchadh feels urgency press against his chest. He turns to Wyddryr and Ashrille, who are standing dazed beside him.

“Can you travel?” asks Murchadh. “We must head back. Your father’s life may depend on our speed.”

“What happened?”

Murchadh flicks his eyes to the stone. It is empty, and he can no longer remember what had occupied its seat. But he knows he must return to the village. “It was the creature.”

Wyddryr’s hand is immediately on the hilt of his falcata and a cold gleam shines in his eyes. “Where did it go?”

“Back through the veil,” assumes Murchadh.

“Then you will follow it,” growls Wyddryr, turning towards him aggressively. “You can enter the dream world. Bring it back.”

“That’s not how dreams work,” says Murchadh.

“We need its blood!” Wyddryr’s voice is low and cold.

Murchadh speaks calmly, though he is no longer filled with the confidence of a few moments ago. “We don’t need its blood. We need . . . we need to go back.”

“The legends say blood!” Wyddryr persists.

“Intentions and innocence,” mutters Murchadh to himself. “We will not be able to capture the creature,” he says to the others, “for we mean to kill it, or have already shed blood. We must trust in our family. They have been in the forest, they have gone on their hunts. If the creature has given its gift, it must have been to one of them.”

“How can we be sure the creature has given anyone its gift?” asks Ashrille. Concern for Wyddryr is painted across her face. Wyddryr himself is breathing heavily, unmoved from in front of Murchadh. His eyes are burning into Murchadh’s.

Murchadh can hardly hold his gaze. He lies, “It told me it gave me everything I needed in my family. They have what we need. Now we go.” He hopes the conviction in his eyes is as strong as the anger in Wyddryr’s.

Ashrille lays a hand on Wyddryr’s arm. “We brought him along for a reason,” she says.

Wyddryr flexes his fingers off the hilt of his falcata. “If we cannot get the creature’s blood . . . If my father dies . . . I will take the price from your blood.”

“How dare you threaten me! Heal your father on your own terms, then.”

Murchadh has lived enough on the knife’s edge of survival to move instinctively when Wyddryr, in a hissing flash, draws his falcata in a cutting arc. It is barely enough to save his life. The blade bites deep into his chin, hacking off a piece of bone as Murchadh falls backward, his bum leg betraying him in his moment of surprise. Then Ashrille is on top of him, and he is not sure if she is protecting him or holding him down for Wyddryr to finish the job. He fights against her hold, but she is whole of body and in her role as a village witch had experience holding down protesting patients.

“Stay, Wyddryr!” she cries.

She does not want him dead. Murchadh ceases his furious attempts to free himself, but does not relax. He can hear Wyddryr breathing heavily above them.

Ashrille’s hair falls upon his face as she turns to him. “Murchadh, apologize.”

“What for?” asks Murchadh spitefully, pain starting to course from the jagged wound on his face. He feels blood run down either side of his throat.

“His father is dying, you obstinate fool!”

“And I told you his health depends on us returning to the village---to our friends!”

“Well, your health depends on cooperating with us,” says Ashrille. “You’re losing a lot of blood.”

Murchadh pulls back his lips. “I have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’m not gonna kill him,” says Wyddryr. “Let him be.”

Murchadh wrenches free from Ashrille as soon as she slackens her grip. When he stands, faintness almost overcomes him. He lifts his tunic to his chin to slow the flow of blood. He forces himself not to wince as he applies pressure. The pain is great, but he knows that the wound is not serious.

“Here,” says Ashrille, shrugging out of her pack and withdrawing a bandage. “I can make a poultice, if we rest here.” She looks up at the darkening sky.

Murchadh clings stubbornly to his earlier instinct. “We need to return.”

Anger is still burning brightly in Wyddryr’s eyes, but he sheathes his falcata and gestures. “Then lead on.”

“We should really deal with that wound . . .”

“It’s fine,” says Murchadh shortly, and turns to go, hardly caring if the others follow him. “My family needs me,” he says to himself. He can address the wound---and Wyddryr---later. Out loud, he says, “We must run on the night breeze, for our family---both blood and bond---they need us.” Murchadh sets the pace, as fast as his leg will allow, and he hears the sounds of the others’ footfalls behind him.

#murchadh #chapter eleven

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jasper’s ultimate mcu fic rec! (pt.2)

shuri’s harem:

★ undertow *incomplete by lilithenaltum

Words: 44,454, Rating: Explicit

I've been baptized by your voice that screams

From deep beneath the cold black water that's

Half as high as heaven

Half as clear as reason

part I: riptide (Chapters 1-5)

On the long list of bad decisions that Tony has made in his life, seducing the young queen of Wakanda might very well be the worst. It takes two to tango, though, and the rules never did apply to Shuri.

part II: hightide (Chapters 6-10)

Tony and Shuri live with the consequences of their actions and try to carve out some sort of happiness even in spite of the hell that they’ve made. Somehow, they manage to make do with the cards they’ve been dealt.

Set post Infinity War.

serendipity by lilthenaltum

Words: 5,589, Rating: T

Loki recovers from his fight with Thanos in Wakanda and finds love with not one, but two, beautiful people.

family portrait *incomplete by oopswakanda

Words: 10,441, Rating: T

Bucky remembers one rugby training weeks ago when he nearly went out of his mind because his teammates kept thirsting after his foster sister, including the team captain Steve Rogers. Pietro wondered how it would feel to spin Shuri in the air since she's so lithe. Bucky is also reminded of Sam's comment about Shuri being marriage material. Or Thor praising the way she radiates love and light and fun. To this day, this is the most dangerous comment to him because the blonde hearthrob said it with a longing that mirrored his own.

darling, i died for the sun rays *incomplete by rxinventlove (disclaimer! this one of my fics, and the only one that will ever be on this list.)

Words: 2,395, Rating: M

Natasha’s got nothing left, both SHIELD and the Red Room have long since fallen, and James is nothing but dust at her feet. What’s left of the Avengers are trying to pick up the pieces in the aftermath of Thanos’ destruction. Taking refuge in Wakanda, Natasha agrees to help in whatever way she can, but falling in love with the newly crowned Queen doesn’t seem to be helping anyone; least of all Natasha herself.

While Shuri struggles to balance an entire kingdom on her shoulders and desperately tries to bring her brother back, she finds safety in the arms of the infamous Black Widow. Secret meetings and stolen moments in quiet corners slowly become more than just a coping mechanism, but when Shuri’s sure the final tendrils of grief are fading Natasha starts to pull away from her. As the last of Earth’s mightiest heroes finally start making headway in reversing the snap, Shuri must deal with the return of Bucky Barnes—both of the girls former lover—and a steadily retreating Natasha.

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winterhawk (clint/bucky):

★ lost and found by mariana_oconner

Words: 89,972, Rating: M

Clint Barton’s got a bag full of stolen money and a burning desire to stay under the radar. His old friends in the Carnival will be looking for him and they sure as hell won’t be happy. In a desperate attempt to stay off their radar, he ends up in Timely, a small town so far off the beaten track he’s surprised he even found it, and waits for Barney to comes and get him. Because Barney will be coming. Clint knows he will.

But there’s something about the town. Maybe it’s the strange wolf that watches him from the trees, and the way people finish conversations when he enters a room. Or it could be the bartender, Bucky, who decided to hate him on sight. Something’s going on in this small town, and Clint’s not sure if he’s jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.

love pitch by bookdancer

Words: 21,980, Rating: T

Clint is a starting pitcher for the Manhattan Avengers, Bucky Barnes is a rival pitching for the St. Petersburg Hydras. Any sort of relationship should be impossible… too bad nobody told them that. Winterhawk MLB AU.

★ historic features by flawedamythyst

Words: 19,254, Rating: T

“Electrical surges with no source, and music coming from the air, and that damn baseball game no one was watching, and I swear I sometimes hear voices right on the edge of hearing when I should be alone,” said Tony. “What does that sound like to you?”

“Sounds like-” said Steve, then hesitated. Tony gave him a pointed look. “Sounds like a haunting,” he finished, reluctantly.

“Oh no,” said Clint, in tones of mock-horror. “Ghosts!”

Bucky laughed and kissed him. “Man, I hope they’re friendly.”

Clint and Bucky are haunting the new apartment that Tony bought in Brooklyn to try and impress Steve.

—

★ nobody lost, nobody found *incomplete by claraxbarton

Words: 73,342, Rating: E

“Look, dude, I get it. You’re fucked-up. HYDRA fucked you up. I’ve been there. But you’re my fucking Soul Mate!”

“I can kill you. I could kill you without even realizing what I was doing. I’m not fucked-up, I’m a monster. I’m a nightmare. You can’t be here. You can’t- All the people I’ve killed- I will not murder my Soul Mate too. Not after everything else I’ve-”

Clint worked his left hand between their bodies and managed to land a punch to the man’s right side, forcing him to shift his weight, and Clint brought his right hand down on the place where the man’s metal arm met his torso - hidden by the shirt he wore, but on full display in the video Clint had watched.

The man released Clint with a grunt of pain, and Clint pressed his advantage, landing another punch to his abdomen, backing him up against the opposite side of the RV and then pressing the kitchen knife he had pocketed while cleaning up earlier to the man’s throat.

“Like I said, I’m not a Boy Scout. I’m plenty dangerous myself. We clear on that?”

OR:

This looks bad, because it is.

OR:

How Clint Barton met his Soul Mate

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miscellaneous:

★ loki is sorry cakes by anno_hreog (gen)

Words: 3,427, Rating: T

Years later, as penance for leading the Chitauri to attack New York City, Loki bakes cupcakes. Coffeeshop/bakery AU, without the AU, and mostly an excuse for fluffy crack.

★ the lewis rule (MARRY, FUCK, KILL) *series by sevenfoxes (darcy lewis/steve rogers, darcy lewis/steve rogers/bucky barnes)

Words: 15,374, Works: 2, Complete: Yes, Rating: M

The ladies of SHIELD play a mass game of MARRY FUCK KILL, Avengers edition.

Wherein everyone marries Steve, kills Tony, Jane betrays science and Darcy hypothetically turns Thor into a llama.

on each other’s team by audreyii_fic (jane foster/loki)

Words: 27,110, Rating: E

Jane Foster, college student on a semester abroad in London, fights her way through Philosophy of Quantum Mechanics, dates a golden boy, and gets tutored by a compulsive liar. Which situation is most unsustainable is a matter of opinion. (College!AU. The author regrets everything.)

is that what they listen to in missouri? by poorwendy (peter quill/thor)

Words: 12,017, Rating: E

The thing is, Peter always kind of thought he'd visit Terra again to find his family, retrace his lineage. Something like that.

But here he is, in a dirty, smelly basement, nowhere near Missouri, watching a three-piece rock band play way too loud. Even if they are kind of awesome.

of blood and kisses by celyan (chris hemsworth/tom hiddleston)

Words: 4,134, Rating: T

Tom does not believe in vampires.

—— The vampire walks towards him, slow and purposeful, and Tom backs away against a conveniently located wall of a building that has spat out its diligent workers hours ago, only to be left cold and dark and empty just for them. He keeps his eyes trained on the vampire even when one of his hands comes up to touch the side of his neck, finding the two tiny puncture marks that are his souvenirs from that fateful evening two weeks ago.

how we swallow the sun by voices_in_my_head (loki/stephen strange)

Words: 25,558, Rating: T

“I was hoping I wouldn’t see you back so soon,” Strange said just as Loki had crossed the threshold. He was standing in the middle of the entrance and Loki could feel power in him, but it was different from that which he was used to. More… raw, perhaps.

“I do live to disappoint,” Loki said with a smile.

Or: After deciding to stay on Earth, Loki is forced to come to terms with his actions while trying to deal with the people in his life, old and new.

★ oral sorcery by inetrabang (peter quil/gamora)

Words: 3,900, Rating: E

During a mission for Nova Corps, Peter starts whispering naughty things to Gamora, only to act like nothing happened. Fortunately for him, she likes it.

takes from a supply closet *series by catrinasl (bucky barnes/darcy lewis/loki)

Words: 7,049, Works: 4, Complete: No, Rating: E

A collection of Darcy/Bucky/Loki fics set in the same universe. Not necessarily in chronological order.

★ mokusatsu by shadesfalcon (clint barton/bucky barnes/steve rogers)

Words: 125,474, Rating: E

Clint Barton has been strung along from abusive relationship to abusive relationship all his life. Not that he would use the word “abusive”. He would argue that, as a sub, he was born to take whatever it is his dom feels like throwing at him.

But even with that attitude, he’s nervous about his current situation. Trapped in a bureaucratically mandated relationship with not one but two doms is going to be difficult and dangerous. Especially since these two doms are both members of the Avengers themselves.

He hopes that whenever he disappoints them, they’ll have at least a little pity on him, even though he knows he won’t deserve it.

#abt #fic rec #fanfic #mcu

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