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akutasoda · 10 days

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HELLOO

can I request a S/o who always puts others before herself and always gets hurt and injured after :3

you're selfless, im selfish

synopsis - you're rather selfless and they hate seeing you get hurt because of this

includes - blade, luocha, aventurine, boothill

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, angstyy, slight blood mentions, wc - 968

a/n: Hellooo! you didn't specify and i am currently on a massive star rail fixation so i hope you don't mind! if you do please let me know and i'll write another!

taglist - @teddirika, @frankiesteinn, @little-miss-chaoss

blade ★↷

↪blade was immortal. he had little care for how many pieces he could be broken down into during a fight as at the end of the day he knew he would still walk away as a blade. weapon's were built to be durable, what kind of 'blade' would he be if he let up at the first sign of danger?

↪he was also used to thinking about nobody but himself, the stellaron hunters became the first exception but he knew they'd be able to take care fo themselves. so it made him suspicious when you'd willingly put him before yourself as what could you possibly gain by doing so?

↪it didn't occur to him just how angry he would get when he watched you get injured for the sake of his safety. not at you despite how much it semed that way. a weapon's job was to protect in a violent manner and his enemies quickly learnt that, especially when his shield would get hurt.

↪he would scold you for throwing yourself into dangerous situations but moved with a gentle contrast as he dressed your wounds. he'd remind you time and time again that he didn't need you to think about his safety, let alone others, and you should worry about yours.

↪but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop you completely and so he would swear that he himself would protect you at all costs despite your insistence of putting him before you.

luocha ★↷

↪despite the coffin that shadowed the merchant, luocha was a healer. someone who followed yaoshi and valued that selfless, healing behaviour and that meant assisting those among the cosmo's in medical affairs for a fair exchange - he was also a wandering merchant afterall

↪he found it rather endearing at first, how you always put those you cared about above yourself. it was rather admirable but he thought less of this trait when it applied to battles. he would prefer you to be selfish and uncaring if it meant you didn't get unnecessarily harmed.

↪especially when it came to you throwing yourself straight into danger for his sake. luocha feared that one day you'd throw yourself into danger for the sake of someone else and he would lose you - he didn't want to carry around two coffins now.

↪he would start subconsciously keeping track of you during dangerous situations, he needed to make sure you didn't do anything too risky. although he didn't mind catering to your injuries, he'd prefer not to stare at his lover's bloody cuts and bruises or whatever injury you accumulated for too long.

↪the merchant may admire that selfless behaviour but allow him to be selfish for once when he places a kiss to your knuckles after dressing your wounds and asking you to stay by his side, to not leave him if he can't get to you in time.

aventurine ★↷

↪aventurine strived to follow the path of preservation, it was a goal of his. achieving this goal was solely for the purpose of protecting his people and those who had helped his journey not hindered it. so when he learnt his original quest was impossible, he needed to strive for something else.

↪he wanted to protect many things and his relationship with you was one of them. at first, he relished in that kindness you showed when you would openly admit or demonstrate how you would always place him above yourself - your selflessness was rather admirable.

↪but he didn't like as much when it meant you'd get hirt in the process. he would not be able to bear losing yet another person he cared about, especially when he had the power to prevent it - especially if you died for him.

↪most of the time, he would be able to prevent you from getting to hurt but crimson was an ugly colour on his lover and he felt a small sense of guilt when he saw it after a fight. you would notice how he'd always be shielding you if you ever threw yourself in danger.

boothill ★↷

↪only two people knew what happened to boothill, himself and the doctor - although some times he didn't think he knew himself. however one thing was clear, he had suffered an amount of pain that pushed his human body to it's limits and bended it to a point of no return. now, he didn't live for himself.

↪recklessness was what probably had landed him in this situation, however when one has a cyborg body how could he not be reckless? he found it rather charming how you always put those close to you above yourself, a noble quality but his perspective changed when he realised just what that meant.

↪he had seen first hand just how little you cared for your safety if it meant protecting someone you cared about. a bittersweet sentiment. it pained his synthetic heart when you would come from a fight all injured and bloody as if it was him in your shoes, he'd be fine. but you had willingly thrown yourself in the way for his safety.

↪he had a metal body, you had a human one - if anything he should be throwing himself in the way as he could be rebuilt. boothill would try so hard to get this message across to you as the last thing he wanted was for you to be pushed to those same limits of pain just for someone who had already been there.

↪he would'nt live for himself but he'd live for you if it meant keeping you safe.

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sunny-mercya · 2 months

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Irresponsible

Trafalgar Law x Male Reader

Fandom -> One Piece

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Law hated it—the carelessly and inconsiderate behaviour towards you, from your friends and Captain, who—Law had knew it all along, wasn't the right person for you—has a nonexistent and illogically mindset of thinking—and overall, Law simply hated it.

Since their start of Alliance on Punk Hazard, then during Dressrosa—and what happen on Cake Island, only being told about it—all the way to the here and now, Wano—your crewmates seemed, either purposely or unintentionally forgetful, to ignore your problem of health and denying you the medical attention you (desperately) needed.

This all lead up to the current situation, where you continue to push through—going way beyond over your own limits again—without a break, discarding your own health too—and came, after collapsing more than just once, close to dying. A repeat of the last few time.

Law watches you, how you stumbled towards him—unconsciously and out of focus, having just won one of the many final fights—against Kaido, his henchmens and Big Mom—yourself, which left you more than just bloody and beat.

Before you were even close enough to Law, your knees buckled in—falling forward, eyes rolling backwards and face scrunching up in pain—and Law had barely time to catch you.

Picking you up, Law carried you behind a broken stone wall—propping you against it and put his coat on you, to keep you warm.

Law checked your pulse, it was faint—unnoticeable even—but still there. The symptoms, just a few of many, were clear; short rapid breathing, sweating and shivering.

Your blood sugar levels had reached the lowest point. Probably having dropped to Zero by now. If that's the case and Law as a Doctor knew it was, he needs to inject you at least around four doses glucose—but Law himself has only one, actually two, though the second one broke and left behind a sticky mess in his pant pockets, syringe left—to get you stable enough and bring you somewhere far safer—the Polar Tang preferable.

»d-don't......I don't.....want« you mumbled out, having come back to your senses, weakly pushing Law's hand away from you.

»Shhh, I need to [Name]-ya« Law hushed you gently, moving your shirt upwards—rubbing over your stomach with his hand, giving you a bit of comfort—looking at the faint dots of injections, which begun to build up to an scaring area onto your skin.

You whined out painfully loud, body jerking and rolling over onto your side—holding your stomach after the cold needle left your skin.

Every interjection you had to take, you cursed your body and this damned blood sugar—which had made your life more miserable than those pills—to reduce your devil-fruit ability—you were forced, by mother, to take. You hated it.

Law turned you back, patting your cheeks to keep you awake and you were close to tell your boyfriend off—how this is his sole fucking fault and how you hate him for the discovery of it.

You didn't though, hadn't the energy left in you and minds busy to not vomit any minute—gulping down the rising bile.

~~~

»Traffy! Is [Name] alright?« asked Luffy, voice loud as always and laced with concern for his friend.

Law was honest, when Luffy had appeared next to him—out of nowhere it seems—it did spooked him a bit, only a bit though.

»Strawhat-ya, give me your Syringes.« and when Law didn't received a reply right away, he asked again—harsher now, not having the time and nerves for niceties or to have a conversation with the Strawhat.

Luffy rubbed his neck sheepishly, when Law looked at him expectingly. Luffy knew you kinda needed the glucose at specific times, but he believed you can pull through it without them—like you had all the time before, because you're strong after all!

»I don't have them anymore, they broke during one of the fights, but [Nickname] doesn't need them, he's strong!«

Law had enough. Enough from all this bullshit talk about believe, because believing doesn't solve or cure anything—it's nothing but a false, selfish sort of hope and a nonsense of illogical and ignorance.

His short fuse of stressed nerve and building up anger bursted for final now. Getting up, Law grabbed Luffy by his short collar.

»Are you that incompetent inconsiderate towards [Name]-ya or just plain stupid?! I told you over and over again, just how fucking vital the Glucose is for him! Do you want [Name]-ya so desperately dead? Huh, Strawhat?!«

Law screamed the last bit, vocal cords shaking with furious anger. Dropping Luffy to the ground, Law picked you up again and teleported somewhere, hopefully far enough this time, else.

~~~

Wiping your sweaty forehead and the spilling tears from your flushed red face, Law couldn't tell how much that one dose would last for you—probably not long as your body already starts to fights again against the conscious drop.

Law said it once and he would say it again; Luffy as your captain was irresponsible and soon—not now or tomorrow, but in near future—the cause of your death.

Leaning down to you, kissing you on the lips—Law murmured in a whisper, that everything gonna be alright and that you're feeling better soon.

Law promised himself—and even when that means, being at war with the Strawhats—he would take you away and keep you by his side.

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archiveikemen · 1 month

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Ellis Twilight Main Story: Chapter 0

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Ellis: That’s all Jude told me to report.

Victor: Thank you, you’ve done well for this mission. … Looks like things got rather rough tonight.

Ellis: Huh? Oh…

I looked down at my bloodied shirt and understood the reason for Victor’s wry smile.

Tonight’s mission indeed took longer to complete than expected.

Ellis: I was aiming for the heart, but their flesh was thicker than I thought, so my knife didn't go very deep.

Ellis: I felt sorry for them because I couldn’t make them die an instant death.

Victor: And as always, you continued with your mission calmly, but… have you ever had a hard time completing missions?

(Have I…)

The members of “Crown”, the imperial organisation under direct command of Her Majesty the Queen, took missions ranging from gathering information to assassinations.

Not long after I joined them, did I realise that some of us weren't entirely indifferent to taking the lives of others.

If anything, I thought it was normal to feel that way.

(But…)

Ellis: Not particularly.

Victor: … That’s great then. Could you also convey my thanks to Jude on my behalf?

Ellis: Mm, got it.

…

Picking flowers, putting them together in a bouquet, and displaying them in a shop.

Polishing dirty shoes with cream and a brush.

To me, my job being to kill people felt no different from those regular jobs.

As long as it didn't involve my personal desires, I never hesitated to kill.

(If ever I hesitate to kill someone—)

(It’ll definitely be because I want to kill them.)

(It'll be when I harbour such selfish thoughts.)

In order to avoid that — I put a tightly sealed lid over my desires.

Never again… will I turn the happiness of someone I love into a fake.

…

Little Boy: Waaahh…!

Ellis: …!

No matter how bloody the night got, it would always be followed by a bright morning.

While I was at the market on some business for the Jude and the company, I came across a little boy bawling his eyes out.

(He doesn't seem to be injured… is he lost?)

I was about to approach him, when a postwoman nearby quickly crouched down next to the crying boy and comforted him.

Her gentle demeanour seemed to help him calm down a little.

(... That's good. In that case, I shall—)

I looked around the area…

(Ah, over there.)

I spotted the person I was looking for. My relatively tall height gave me an advantage in crowds.

Ellis: By any chance, are you looking for a lost child?

Teary-Eyed Woman: Y-Yes, do you know where he is…!?

I pointed in the direction of the little boy, and the woman immediately ran towards him.

I watched as the facial expressions of the postwoman, little boy, and the woman who seemed to be his mother brightened up.

(... I’m glad.)

If possible, I want everyone I meet to be happy.

I don’t want anyone to be unhappy.

If there’s anything I can do to make them happy, I will.

(Because… happiness is easily broken.)

(It doesn’t matter how wonderful the person is, or how much they hope for an ordinary day.)

…

Happiness, like the twilight sky, was transient.

(... See?)

It was a typical night where we were on a mission as usual, and Crown had just taken the life of our target.

Then came the sound of a woman’s happiness shattering.

William: Now look who we have here, aren't you the little robin I met earlier today?

Kate: Um… uhh… eeh…?

The lady was trembling with blood splattered on her pale face.

She was likely that postwoman I saw in town earlier in the day.

(... Poor lady.)

My heart ached when I recalled the happy smile on her face when that mother found her lost son.

The things we did as Crown were top secret.

This darkness should never be made known to people who live in the sun.

If they ever find out about it — there would be no going back to their original lives.

(That’s why, at the very least…)

…

Ellis: Do we kill her?

Ellis: She doesn’t look happy at all, but I’ll do it if it’s for work.

(At the very least, she’ll be freed from suffering if I kill her.)

The room went silent.

The postwoman who introduced herself as Kate trembled pitifully.

Victor: Hmm. Let me think…

(Once he decides to kill Kate, I’ll make it quick for her.)

(That way, she won’t have to suffer from the fear and anxiety any longer.)

While awaiting Victor’s response, I reached for my knife, and at that moment—

Kate: I swear that I will NEVER breathe a word about ANYTHING I just heard!

Kate declared with an assertive voice.

Victor: Hmm… huh? What?

Kate: I will keep all that information strictly confidential. I work as a postwoman, I’m professionally trained to keep secrets!

(...)

Victor • William: …

(Victor and Will seem surprised.)

I was surprised by her response as well, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off her.

Even though Kate was in a potentially life-threatening situation, she didn’t seem to have given up on wanting to live.

Kate: If you don’t trust me, you can go ahead and keep a close eye on me until you do.

Kate: I’ll prove to you through my actions that I’m worthy of your trust.

(... I believe in you.)

I believe that you’ll return to your original life.

I believe that you’ll smile with joy once again.

In this darkness where the sun doesn't shine, I believe in you.

(—... How lovely.)

Her profile was dazzling, like the setting sun before it disappeared in the horizon—.

(I want to see you smile again.)

(Like how you did when I saw you in town.)

Having those thoughts felt so natural to me.

If only this didn't have to be “The End” because of my job.

If only there was a “continuation” of your happiness.

(I want to make you happy.)

As I gazed at Kate’s look of determination—

— For some reason, an image of the twilight on the happiest day of my life appeared in my mind.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil main story #ellis main story #ellis twilight

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getos-widow · 10 months

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All the things that could have been - Geto Suguru x Reader

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

Warnings: angst, like heavy angst, death, violence, no happy ending

a/n: Seriously, I needed a cigarette after this one.

If that treacherous heart residing within your chest were to thump even for a beat faster it would have exploded in your chest. It echoed in your ears as if your body was a hollow trunk filled only with a heart that pumped blood solely for a purpose of loving Geto Suguru. Everything else ached - your limbs were sore and bloody from the battles that you just finished, your chest burned like the whole hell was stuck in there, and your eyes strained from the sheer amount of tears they shed. You heard an explosion coming from the Jujutsu High’s ground and you picked up your pace. A memory flooded your mind, as clear as if it was unfolding right in front of you.

Young Geto Suguru stood under the old wisteria tree lost in his thoughts. Dressed in a traditional five-piece wedding kimono with the Geto family crest embroidered in it he watched the purple bloom with a small smile on his face. He looked so ethereal under the delicate dance of light and shadow that the gentle breeze created while toying with the cascades of fragrant flowers. You held back your tears or joy because you didn’t want to ruin the intricate makeup on your face. The sound of your sandals brought him back from whatever place he was in and he turned to face you. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened at the sight before him - the sight of you in your uro-uchikake, a brightly colored robe intricately embroidered in gold and silver threads.

“You look so beautiful, my love”, he walked towards you with a comforting smile on his handsome face and your heart skipped a beat.

As he leaned down to kiss your forehead he heard something rustle behind you and soon after two tiny faces emerged from under your kimono tail.

“Otosan, we want a kiss too!" Mimiko and Nanako cried in unison.

Geto laughed loudly before picking them up.

Please, God, let him be alive.

The stench of curses and blood enveloped your senses and you almost threw up as you reached the gates of the place you once considered home. Everything came to a halt as you stopped and concentrated on his cursed energy. It was weak, but it was still present. Oh God, it was still present.

Once again you started running towards the place where you knew he would be, almost tripping over pieces of wall and broken wood structure.

"Suguru!" you screamed as you saw his wobbling form walking down the shadowy alley.

His head snapped in your direction.

“What are you doing here? I told you to retreat if things go south!" He tried to sound stern but it came out as a raspy breath.

“What have they done to you, my love?" You ran to him with shameless tears pouring down your cheeks.

You inspected a gaping wound on a place where his right hand once was and winced at the sight.

“It is alright, darling. I’m okay”, his tone softened as he looked at your face and slumped against the wall.

“We need to get you to our hideout. I need to start working on you before you lose too much blood”, you wiped your eyes but the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring.

“I’m not coming this time”, he smiled softly and cupped your face with his remaining hand.

“What are you talking about Suguru? Of course you are coming. I’m not going to let you leave me again. I can’t live without you”, you sobbed at his touch.

“You will be alright. You are such a strong woman, my love. I have always admired your strength and resilience”, his thumb circled on your cheek wiping away tears and dirt.

“I don’t want to be strong Suguru. I want to be with you. I want to spend my life with you”, you snapped your head away from his touch and started pouring your cursed energy into his wound in an attempt to stop the blood from gushing out of it.

He didn’t say a word. He just smiled that damned smile of his and closed his eyes sighing contently.

“I will heal you and we will go away from this place and these stupid sorcerers. We will start a new life in Europe. Imagine darling: just you and I roaming through all of Europe, kissing in Paris, making love in Berlin, renewing our wedding vows in Florence. We will get to admire art and nature and life. We won’t care what happens to sorcerers or monkeys or anyone for that matter. I love you”, you babbled while healing his shoulder.

“Darling, Satoru is here”, his voice barely a whisper.

You froze, your hands falling to your side.

It’s over now.

Geto Suguru was not an easy man to love. In fact, to everyone else, he was a monster, a wretched excuse of a human being, but to you, he was just Suguru - a man who placed soft kisses on your head almost every night for nearly ten years, a man who danced with you to the sound of various foreign music you loved so much, a man with whom you parented two adopted girls, a man who killed men just because they looked at you the wrong way, a man who never ceased to tell you how much he loved you. Yet, he was also a man from whose clothes you washed off the blood of countless innocent people, a man who believed he was better just because he was born a sorcerer, a man who wanted to destroy the world as you knew it and build a new one according to his twisted fantasies. You stopped trying to change him a long time ago and started loving him for a duality that he carried around.

Embracing the inevitable, you simply sat on Suguru’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. His strong arm encircled your waist bringing him closer to you as he talked to Satoru. You paid them no attention as you inhaled Suguru’s scent, for what you knew would be the last time, as you listened to his steady heartbeat. He smelled like that perfume you gifted him with. You smiled finally coming to peace with your destiny. That didn’t stop you from imagining the life you could have lived with the love of your life.

In Naples, Italy, you sat on the floor of a small terrace in a white silk dress while cutting strawberries for a cheesecake with a large kitchen knife. Strawberry juice splashed all over the pretty dress, but you didn't care. Then Suguru appeared next to you and took your juice-covered hand. He slowly put a finger in his mouth and sucked the juice, looking at you with lust-glazed eyes. The knife fell into your lap, destroying the sensitive material forever. He smiled saying that he would buy you a new one.

Somewhere in Provence, France, you took off your sandals and walked into the house with a bouquet of lavender in one hand, and groceries in the other. You call out Suguru’s name with worry written all over your face after the scent of lavender was overpowered by the smell of something burning. He poked his head out of the kitchen with a guilty smile on his face and an almost charred chicken in his hands. He said that he wanted to surprise you with lunch, but that he didn't quite succeed.

In Switzerland, in Morcote, you argue about who will go outside to get wood for the fireplace, knowing full well that both of you hate snow. Maybe it's not because of the snow, but because of the fact that neither of you wanted to look away from Lake Lugano, whose water was being swirled and thrown in all directions by the snowstorm.

There was no death, no sorrow in any of those lives. There was only you, Geto Suguru, and eternal happiness - the one that you never get bored of, the one that fills you up again and again, the one that contradicts human nature.

Suguru’s grip on your waist tightened before he whispered in your ear,

“I love you and I will love you for all of the eternity”

Those were the last words you heard before Satoru grabbed you and threw you down the alley. Everything went black as you fell into numbing unconsciousness.

Satoru walked towards your lying form after he did the most difficult task of his life. As he neared you he felt something extraordinary - your cursed energy was mixing with a new one that he had never felt before. It was the most perfect mix of yours and Suguru’s. He sighed heavily as he placed his hand on your belly. Tears filled Gojo Satoru’s eyes as he, as well, thought of lives that were never going to be lived.

“One day we will meet, little one”, he got up and walked away, the saddest smile engraved on his face.

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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More complex than friends - Tangerine

Summary: What you and Tangerine are to each other is hard to describe. Are you friends, lovers, or something else?

Warnings: language, brit slang, violence, mentions of blood, and injuries.

"Fucking hell!" Tangerine hisses as your hand brushes over the cut on his bicep, blood dripping from the wound. It's deep and wide, made by a hunting knife that your target had found in some random backpack.

"You're such a baby."

"I am not a fucking baby, darling."

You scoff, tearing the bottom of your shirt before rounding the bar. "It's just one little cut, you ever broken a bone before?"

Tangerine frowns, "My own or someone else's?"

The roll of your eyes would have been enough to silence many others, but not him. Even with blood pouring from his arm, he grins back at you, forever flirtatious. "I've done a bit of both, just so ya know. Though, I'm sure you already did."

Ignoring him is hard, but you manage as you make your way back to him, a bottle of alcohol in hand. It's not the most hygienic process, but it's something. You open the bottle yourself, swatting Tangerine's hand away when he tries to take it from you. Then, you take a swig and get back to work.

"You're fucking insane."

Tangerine all but chuckles at your accusation, watching you close as you dampen the fabric you'd previously torn with the alcohol, before placing it carefully onto his injury.

"You gotta admit darling, you love it."

"Not when we're on the job, I don't." You press down harder, most likely just to spite him, and he whines.

"Thought you would'a trusted me more than that, love" He feigns offense with a hand over his heart, before groaning again as you press down harder, stopping the bleeding with a roll of your eyes.

"I trust you with my life," you're honest with him about that at least, "I just don't trust you with your own." You steal a glance at him, just one look, and when you do he sends you a smirk worthy of making inanimate objects swoon.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"You're still doing it."

Tangerine's grin seems to grow ever wider as you turn your focus back to his bloodied limb. He knows what he's doing and he's doing it because he knows it's worked before.

"Right, how 'bout this, I stop looking at you when you stop being so nice to look at."

He laughs when you don't respond, and there is silence between you both. You're focused on stitching him up, but Tangerine is focused solely on you. He watches with intrigue as you move with purpose, and he analyses every detail of you as you work. He wants to save the image for the later, when he needs cheering up, perhaps.

The truth is that he may be head over heels for you, even whilst you're covered in blood—both his and your own. It doesn't help that he's tired and beaten to pieces, but all he can think about is you. He doesn't want to take his mind off of you either. He finds himself thinking about taking you home, kissing you slow under kitchen lights. He wants to make you laugh, but most of all, he wants you to kiss him back. Hard.

He'd kissed you before, of course, usually in amongst the adrenaline of a mission or the passion of a fight. He recalls pulling you into storage closets, and you tugging his shirt toward you so your lips could meet. He thinks that's when it all started, his feelings for you, but then again, he has the suspicion that his crush on you had blossomed long before that. Either way, he's clearly not over it, and with every passing second that you're this close to him, he finds it harder and harder to resist touching you.

"You know," You turn your back to him as if you can read his mind, grasping the fact that he is mere seconds from making an attempt to kiss you. "People having been talking about us, people in the business."

"That so, darling?" Tangerine plays dumb as best he can. He knows full well what people are saying and he likes it. He likes it a lot.

"They're saying we're—" You pause, looking for the appropriate word, "They're saying that we're an item, a thing."

"A power couple?" Tangerine hints, pressing on the subject. He's smiling, though, he tries to take it down a notch, bringing himself to simmer in a look almost like contentment.

"Don't you get it?" You turn back to him with a look sharp as daggers and god does Tangerine find it attractive.

"What's there to get?"

"There are rumours about us." You place the bottle of liquor on the counter beside you, Tangerine maintaining eye contact like a pro.

"Darling, I know, I bloody well spread 'em."

"You what?" You're mad, at least that's what Tangerine believes you to be, but he loves it. And as toxic as that may seem, he couldn't care less.

"Hear me out love—"

"Don't you, 'love' me right now!" Tangerine flinches as if the tone of your voice slaps him in the face. He wouldn't be surprised if you'd actually done it, considering the fact he could almost see the smoke pouring from your ears.

"You know, bloody fucking well we're good together!" He takes a step forward, a risky decision but one he can't resist. "Can't deny it, love."

He's testing your limits by saying it again, but this time you don't snap at him for it. He holds your gaze and it's quiet for seconds that feel like hours.

"We are not good together, never have been." Your voice wavers just a little, but you ignore it. Often it's easy to push through things like this for you, shove aside the feelings that get in the way of the job. With Tangerine it's different, and he knows it.

"Right then, tell me one thing, that ain't no good with us." He's willing to play this game, in fact, he's been looking forward to it.

"I can't concentrate when you're looking at me like that." you wave a hand in his direction, and Tangerine watches as your brows furrow before you turn away.

"Well that's cause' ya brain knows you'd do better concentrating on me instead."

"Is that so?" You've got your back to him, but you're not moving away and Tangerine takes step after step until you're close enough for him to touch. "Brain, knows best Y/N."

"I thought that was the heart, ain't that the one you're supposed to follow?"

Tangerine lets out a breath, watching the hairs on the back of your neck rise as he does so. "You'd do best to only follow your heart if it leads ya to me."

You hum and for and moment Tangerine thinks it's over, but in the next second your stringing the conversation along again, in an entirely different but rather pleasant direction than that of which Tangerine was expecting. "If my efforts are best spent concentrating on you, what would that entail?"

That makes him shiver. In this moment, he's happier than he has been in days, wondering if this evening could end with his arm around you in a way that is more than just friends—that kiss sometimes.

"It might have something to do with lettin' me do this," Tangerine takes a deep breath in time with yours before reaching forward, both hands on your waist. "and this," He pulls you to him just slightly, your back barely touching his chest, though his head is now gently rested on your shoulder. "And of course, this." He takes his chances then, spinning you around to face him, his lips inches from yours. He waits for you once here, because in truth he wants nothing more than for you to want him just as badly. If you close the gap then Tangerine will know for sure that you're in this together.

It takes a minute, Tangerine scanning your features for something, anything to tell him how you feel as his face is inches from yours, and then you kiss him. It doesn't take much, but you make the move leaning forward and connecting your lips with his. It's familiar, but somehow better than it had been those times before. It means so much more than pure adrenaline and the need to waste time.

"Fucking hell," This time Tangerine says it in a whisper as you pull away. He feels great, euphoric even, and he's sure he never wants the feeling to end. So, he kisses you again, and again, and again.

It seems to get better and better each time he does it, and each time you kiss him back. He can hardly stop himself, and if he could kiss you forever, hold you this close at all times, he just might. But for now he breaks away just enough to get a good look at you. Your hands have moved to find a place around his neck during your passionate display of affections and Tangerine's—well, they're everywhere. He holds you tight, smile tugging at his lips as one hand makes it's way up to your face. "You know the great thing about rumours Y/N," He runs his thumb along your cheek as your name leaves his lips "is that most of them are true."

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Slightly on the same track as your baby!Legion and how Ghostface would likely not, uh..."perform" without some kind of protection, but what do you think he'd react like if he ever did have a kid?

No, but realistically? Not thrilled. Kid would be a walking sack of all kinds of traceable DNA evidence if it were to be born. He's not the kind of man that would be above inducing miscarriages and then stabbing you in the spine a week later after he's sure.

I think it really depends on the circumstances. Was this baby accidentally conceived while he was Ghostface, or was it under his Jed Olsen/any other alias? If it's the former, he'd probably have no idea he even has a kid after he dips out of town a little while later. If it's the latter, I feel like his partner would reach out to him, since they already assume he's such a sweet and caring guy who would want to be a part of their unexpected child's life! But he doesn't seem like the kind of killer to keep up a persona for 9+ months until the baby is born, so...back to the aforementioned homicide. Hell, he may already take the precaution that anyone he has a relationship/hook up with while under his alias dies shortly before he reveals himself and flees across state lines again, for the sole purpose of ensuring there's no little surprises coming out of witness interviews.

But let's say something happens -- he has his fun as Ghostface with someone, he doesn't realize the protection failed, he didn't kill them immediately afterwards because he was feeling a little too cocky and that sloppiness came back to bite him in the ass. Especially if that partner would be too ashamed to admit they slept with fucking Ghostface of all people, news probably wouldn't get back to him for months, maybe even years later, when he's drifting back again through the area and hears about a pretty face he once enjoyed toting along a kid who's age suspiciously coincides with his last visit...

Yeah, no, he's still not getting involved. Frankly, would you even want him to? Are you going to ask a serial killer to pay child support or take them to soccer practice or something? This isn't even touching on his own upbringing with his father, or his clear psycho- or sociopathic tendencies (which are hereditary) and lack of empathy, this is all the schematics of what would be in his best interest to not risk getting caught. He won't be active in the kid's life...that anyone will notice, at least. He will keep tabs on them frequently, just to see how they're coming along. Any interest in starting fires or killing small animals? Any suspicion about who their dad could be? Any names floating around that might connect him to the child through the investigative grapevine? Are they a good kid, or are they simple good at acting like one?

Of course, stalking your own kid and having trauma related to severe daddy issues, I don't think he's going to be able to help himself from getting just a little attached to them. He still has 0 parental inclination or a nurturing bone in his body, but he'd probably feel a bit of pride when his kid finally stands up to a playground bully and gives them a bloody nose, or seeing them pick up casual mannerisms he himself has that they never would have seen, or just the fact that he has to admit the kiddo is pretty adorable with little bits of his features he can pick out from their face.

I can also see him taking more notable interest in the kid if/when they start displaying the same destructive tendencies as him, more so when they're a teen. At that point, depending on how violent their habits have become, he may fully step in. Kid's going to get caught fucking around and end up in juvie at this rate, which means fingerprinting and records, which further means a police file on them is by proxy 50% of a file on Danny, and that won't fly. He needs to keep them on a tight leash for both of their benefits, pass the torch of the Ghostface name so that the legend will continue, teach them how to do it right if they're so insistent in following in their father's footsteps, test them.

If they accept and succeed, well, what a lovely future of homicidal bonding they can have to make up for lost time! If they reject him, if they think they can eventually turn on him, if he thinks they're going to be too much of a risk...sorry, but they've aged out of that cute little baby face that had made him hesitate before, now they're just useless teen he has little care for when he disposes of them once and for all. Shame.

#ask #anon #i loooooove making danny as legion's not-dad but i must insist he would not be a good father #like would not even try to act like one for public appearances

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Bloody Roses AU - Explanation

Bloody Roses is an au that formed from a vague idea I had at 1 am. The first concept was Creek & Floyd centric, being that Creek was a vampire, Floyd wasn't, and BroZone were (or, in Branch's case, still are) vampire hunters. This was tweaked in the final draft I went with - BroZone was a boyband like always, vampires exist, and werewolves exist in a (MOSTLY) non-troll effecting way.

In Bloody Roses, the bergens and the mount rageons aren't a threat. So no Chef, no V&V, and, most importantly, no Creek betrayal. In theory, it's set near the tail end of World Tour, though Barb isn't doing a rockapocalypse or anything like that - Funkfam have found each other again, Hickory & Dickory aren't pretending to be a country troll, trolls of different genres are, mostly, on good terms with each other (minus personal affairs).

Scene setting out of the way - onto characters.

I created these charts to make character explanations a bit easier, but they can be a bit confusing, so I'll break it down character by character, in no particular order. If someone isn't mentioned, it's solely because they're not on the chart. The Vacaytioners are only mentioned for world building purposes.

VAMPIRES

POPPY - Poppy is the queen of Pop Village. The day of her coronation, she was attacked and turned into a vampire. Determined to keep her village from freaking out, she suppresses her vampiric urges and keeps this a secret from everyone besides The Snack Pack. She works hard to try and socialize and make Branch comfortable, developing a crush on him, despite her own nervousness about him and his anti-vampire paranoia.

JOHN DORY - John Dory became a vampire the night of the BroZone incident. He is unable to fully suppress his vampiric urges, although he tries his hardest. He misses his brothers a lot, but he knows it's better to be separated. He travels constantly to keep his bloodlust from getting too prevalent, and during these travels he encountered Delta, who very quickly wrangled him out of Lonesome Flats. He managed to convince her he wasn't a threat, mostly by staying out of Lonesome Flats, and developed a few romantic feelings for her.

CREEK - Creek is a vampire by birth. He hides this from Pop Village, with most just thinking he's a bit odd, and willingly moved into the forest to 'improve himself'. He pretends he was driven out, though, in an effort to manipulate trolls into believing he's harmless. He's not very popular in Pop Village, most just seeing him as a weird forest loner. Delta regularly has to wrangle him out of Lonesome Flats, leading to a tense mutual hatred between the two of them.

BARB - Barb is a vampire since birth. She's incredibly open about her vampirism, even going so far as to offer every rock troll the choice to become one whenever they want. She's in contact with Viva and the loners, housing those without fear of vampires in Volcano Rock City. She's an older sister figure to Clay, although she's not a very good influence.

WEREWOLVES

VACAYTIONERS - The Vacaytioners are all werewolves, but there is no real fear of them in trolls. Lycanthropy can't be transmitted to trolls, and vampires don't like to stick around werewolves for whatever reason. The Vacaytioners are also, generally, very calm and mellow, and Vacay Island is something of a safe haven for trolls with intense fear of vampires, which leads to them having a very positive association.

HICKORY & DICKORY - Hickory & Dickory are an odd case for trolls. They were born with the ability to be infected with lycanthropy, which eventually ended up happening, making their physical & mental health jump around often. Most trolls don't believe them, which leads into them being pretty secluded from others. They have a close sibling-esque bond with Delta Dawn, as she's the only troll who really believes them & worries about them.

TROLLS

BRANCH - Branch is an intensely paranoid shut-in. Very few people know where his bunker is, and he only appears in Pop Village once in a blue moon. He's very sensitive about the topic of his brothers, besides Floyd, refusing to talk about them even if someone knows them. He's incredibly afraid of vampires, having several traps and gadgets setup to keep them away or kill them. He's determined to never let one get close to him, although he can be a bit clueless if they don't fit his preconceived idea of them. He is, to some extent, a vampire hunter.

FLOYD - Floyd lives in Pop Village, although his entrance into it is fairly new. He struggles with connecting with other trolls, occasionally having fits of paranoia and discomfort due to the traumatic experience he endured - he tries his best to push past it, and with the help of his close friend (who happens to be a vampire) he's made substantial steps towards overcoming these fits. The comfort he feels around this friend evolves into romantic attraction after a while, although he does his best to keep it in.

BRUCE - Bruce left his two youngest brothers behind to try and find Clay, resulting in him nearly being attacked by vampires. He was saved by Brandi, who happened to be gathering ingredients for her family restaurant, and he was taken into Vacay Island, where he's been too guilt-ridden and otherwise busy to leave since. He and John Dory still talk, and they're fairly friendly with each other. He feels guilty about the incident, feeling as if everything could've been prevented if he'd stayed behind, which impacts his friendship with Floyd, as he can't talk to him without a sense of unease.

CLAY - Clay was separated from his brothers and picked up by Viva, shortly after the incident. He retained his identity as the "fun" one for a while, in an attempt to leave pieces of himself behind so his brothers could find him, before Viva helped him work through his issues and he abandoned the idea of them finding him. He works with Viva to help the loners, taking up the serious side of the operation.

VIVA - Viva runs a rag-tag gang of "loners", taking in any and everyone who was separated from their groups either intentionally or unintentionally by vampire attacks. She works to help them healthily get over the fear of vampires they develop from their experiences, replacing it with the ability to fight to survive. She's learned through her friendship with Barb that not all vampires are evil or monstrous, which she also assists the "loners" in figuring out.

DELTA DAWN - Delta Dawn is the mayor and sheriff of Lonesome Flats, wrangling and kicking out any and all threats with little to no remorse. She cares deeply for Hickory & Dickory in an older sister way, caring for and homing them when their physical health plummets.

THIS GUY.

CHAZ - Chaz is... A siren? A succubus? A mix of both? No one's quite sure, but they do know he's a pain in the ass. He works as a bounty hunter, and not much else is really known about him. Very widely hated. Lol.

THE BROZONE INCIDENT.

Formatting may be odd, as I ripped this straight from a Twitter thread I made.

instead of brozone disbanding how it did, the bros were on their way to a live performance when they got entrapped by vampires. jd "sacrificed himself" and ushered bruce off w/ other bros in tow. he returned later that day & bruce thought everything was okay, until jd, a freshly turned vampire who had no real control over himself, attacked floyd when nighttime came. rosiepuff sacrificed herself for realsies to distract jd long enough for the other bros to flee to pop village, where floyds leg got amputated. on the way clay got lost & separated from everyone else, picked up by viva & the other loners, & bruce left to go find him, ending up being saved by brandi & beginning their long romance. branch & floyd stayed on the outskirts of pop village inside the bunker, neither going in until branch was truly old enough to take care of himself, as his paranoia was intense leading to it just being floyd whod enter & leave the village regularly - branch goes in to get supplies now and then but that's it.

#poppy #hickory #trolls creek #branch #trolls #trolls au #bloody roses au

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Check out @lexarturo's FUNKTACULAR cover illustration for Chapter 1 of Quantum Entangled.

AHHHHHHHH. THIS ARTWORK MADE ME PISS BLOOD. /pos

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Gosh, he was late! Anathema—Aziraphale’s formidable but quirky supervisor—was going to wring his neck like a repressed housewife in the 1960s, squeezing the last remnants of dirty dishwater out of a hand towel. Only, instead of soap bubbles, it would be Aziraphale’s bloodied guts spilling out onto the linoleum floor. Anathema was a kind young lady, but there was an unmistakable fire in her eyes. It was the fire of a girl who had gotten her doctorate in her mid-twenties. And, with nowhere else for her limitless passion—and it had to be limitless, because writing a PhD at forty wasn’t an easy feat; doing the same, in half the time, required about as much mental fortitude as one might expect (ergo limitless)—to go, she had adopted Aziraphale as a kind of pet project. If you knew her, and you were gifted with any sense of self-preservation, no matter how small, you wouldn’t willingly get between Anathema and her latest pet project.

Aziraphale was currently getting in between Anathema and her latest pet project.

Never mind that he was the pet project, he wouldn’t put it past her to learn the lost art of necromancy in the wake of his recently corpse-ified body, post-murder on account of tardiness. A trivial little thing like death couldn’t put a stop to Anathema Device. Perish the thought! Supposedly—on account of some author or another—there were only two constants in life; death and taxes. The first of these we’ve already discussed. The second, according to Aziraphale’s blurry memories of the Device estate and its subsequent callous disregard for bookkeeping—books of prophecy excluded—was no obstacle either. In the wake of such revelations, Aziraphale wished to propose an amendment to the popular idiom. There were only two constants in life; ‘were’ being the preliminary condition. Because, once Anathema Device was born, death and taxes both tendered their resignations and held hands while they skipped gleefully into the sunset. Aziraphale hoped they had a holiday house, somewhere near the beach, where they could grow old together. He would do the same if he didn’t fear Anathema finding his proverbial vacation-inn and thoroughly beating the—proverbial or otherwise, Anathema wasn’t much fussed—ever loving crap out of him.

The dark storm cloud of his—Anathema themed—violent musings had brought Aziraphale all the way to the faculty staff room. Its thin pine door was a wooden board lacking stature, opulence, and foreboding, but trying its best to make up for it by acting as the sole barrier between Anathema Device and the outside world. It was a futile effort as Aziraphale, easy as anything, pushed it open—the lock had broken an indeterminate number of months prior, and no one was bothered enough to do anything about it—entering the domain of his supervisor.

“Ana? I know I’m late, but I’m here now if that counts for anything!” Aziraphale called, wafting the gift of crappy university coffee towards the hunched pile of sweaters sitting at Anathema’s desk. The sweater pile turned to look at him, revealing circular spectacles that enlarged the eyes beneath them. Her elk-fur coloured irises, blown out to proportions more fitting for an alien, or an animated bug in a Disney classic, were not tempered by the human habit of blinking. Anathema had mastered the unmoved stare by the age of four, she was not going to let her streak—almost three decades unbroken—end now.

“Aziraphale,” she said in a tone that implied that it could list your sins verbatim, without need nor want for breath. There was a moment of silence. Then, unlike herself, she sighed.

“You don’t even have a paper for me to demand a draft of yet. Neither of us have any work to do. For all intents and purposes, this is a social call. You can’t be late to a social call, Azzy. It begins precisely when it does, with no interest in the time it was planned for.” Anathema explained, making Aziraphale feel a mite foolish, as she was often wont to do. Having deposited the lukewarm beverage onto her workspace anyway, he made himself comfortable in the cubicle-desk hybrid opposite her; where she was regarding the cup with the conditioned wariness of someone who had already known the taste of the grim sludge TadU had taken to calling ‘coffee’ these days. Her first sip wrestled a grimace onto her typically calm features, but by the time the second sip hit her tongue, she had acclimatised to the amalgamation before her. She continued drinking it, her exterior, at least, affecting unperturbed. Anathema was always more for the content than the aesthetics. In this case, the content was caffeine and the aesthetic was the offensive chemical concoction that contained said caffeine.

“I spoke with Crowley today,” Aziraphale remarked, apropos of nothing.

Anathema hummed appropriately, if not disinterestedly, before actually processing what he had said.

“The thesis guy you were so excited about? The one with the dissertation on primate social behaviours and their implications for modern notions of evolution?” Anathema probed, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“The very same.”

“Holy fuck, Azzy. You’ve had the biggest crush—” Her words were interrupted by the swift interjection of one—rather embarrassed—A.Z. Fell.

“Academic crush. I value his unique perspectives,” he didn’t need to say more on the matter. It was a well trodden argument.

“Fine, you’ve had the biggest academic crush—” She coughed something that sounded an awful lot like ‘bullshit’ before continuing. Aziraphale offered her his handkerchief, regardless. Politeness was something he prided himself on, even when his friends were being obstinate hecklers.

“—on him for ages! This is big news! What did he say?”

Aziraphale floundered for a moment, unsure how to distil their brief meeting into something comprehensible. While most of Aziraphale’s conversations strayed into the territory of ‘a bit odd’, his exchange with Crowley was more than ‘a bit odd’ even by his—somewhat unusual—standards. No, the banter between him and Crowley ventured past the ballpark of ‘a bit odd’, beyond the neighbourhood of ‘somewhat peculiar’, and landed straight in the realm of ‘Weird Nerds saying Weird Nerd Things’—capitals included. Not that Anathema wasn’t a Weird Nerd herself, it was just that her particular brand of Weird Nerd veered more towards occult philosophy and historical chronology than it did towards quantum mechanics.

“He recognised me, actually. He mentioned my Master’s in passing and even asked for my number.”

Anathema knew all about Aziraphale’s MDiv, having friended him doing a joint research project on the Salem Witch Trials. This meant that she also knew, more intimately than most, how utterly boring his thesis was. Well, boring to anyone who wasn’t specifically that brand of Weird Nerd. It both surprised her and didn’t surprise her that Crowley was exactly that brand of Weird Nerd. Surely, for as prolific and expansive a researcher as Dr. A.J. Crowley was, it wouldn’t be beyond justification that his interests swept the dusty niche of Pauline Christian theology. But, on the other hand, it simply didn’t fit the vague sense of academic identity he carved out for himself. His debonair leather jackets and faux-suave saunter never seemed like a natural counterpart to the stuffy rigmarole of pastoral philosophy.

“Did he ask for your number? Or did you bluster your way into his contacts?” Her tone was suspicious, and not unwarranted. Aziraphale had—mostly by accident—ambushed himself into the texting roster of many a fellow bar patron, classmate, and—on one notable occasion—a critical care nurse. It was an unfortunate habit of his, coercing people into adding him as a new contact. Therefore, Anathema was not unfounded in her doubts.

Finding himself unwilling to explain it, Aziraphale just handed her his phone. Letting Anathema draw her own conclusions was often the best option available when she scented a curiosity. Upon viewing, she grimaced. First at Crowley’s comment about wanking on Bohr’s grave, and then at something she alone could parse. It was the kind of double take that only she could do. One where the art of it was that she could present the aura of looking away without actually taking her eyes off of the chat logs.

“He sends an awful lot of kisses, doesn’t he?” was the sole comment she graced him with.

“I think that’s just how he types,” Aziraphale returned, for lack of a more poignant remark. Anathema nodded solemnly, like the text chain in front of her was instead a trial record straight out of Salem. It was oddly familiar, an absurd echo from their early post-grad.

“Angel?” Anathema questioned—something wicked about her—as she reread the nickname, thinking that she might have misinterpreted.

“Oh! I’m afraid that’s an in-joke of a sort. Nothing as untoward as what you’re implying, dear girl! Ho ha!” Aziraphale chuckled with the odd inflection of a bad liar, even though he wasn’t—technically—lying.

“Sure.” Anathema snorted, as unconvinced as a woman of her intelligence should be when faced with such an awful performance.

It was in the ensuing silence (an intentional silence, on Anathema’s part—she could break even the toughest of method actors with her intentional silences) that the telltale ‘bzzt’ of Aziraphale’s phone brought news of an incoming text. Faster than Aziraphale by whatever metric you wished to measure them—other than, perhaps, the metric of who could devour a pie, éclair, or other sweet treat fastest—Anathema ducked under the desk to read what she hoped to be another message from Crowley. Lady luck, as it appeared, was on her side (or was just pissed with Aziraphale for no particular reason).

“Angel?” she recited with all the dramatic flair of a thousand William Shatners thrown into a Kugelblitz black hole.

“Did your supervisor…” she paused for effect, and also to kick away Aziraphale’s reaching hands as he tried desperately to get the phone back.

“Actually kill you?!” she squealed, peals of laughter interrupting her very serious and not-at-all-over-acted sobs. Steadying herself with a slow breath, she retreated further into the cubicle half of the cubicle-desk hybrid.

“I might just have to avenge your death,” she read, voice gravelly as she felt the ‘script’—or ‘Aziraphale’s private texts’ depending on whom you asked—required it.

“—if they’ve truly gone and skinned you alive.” The message ended with two obscenely wet kissy sounds, paying homage to Crowley’s typical sign-off. Then, prim and proper as anything, she got up from the floor under her desk and handed Aziraphale his phone back. She had the grace not to laugh outright as he hastily scoured the message with greedy eyes of his own.

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user-needs-new-hyperfixation · 4 months

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I'm here on the behalf of the "send me a character" ask game and I'm going to cheat by asking for two characters: Hua Cheng and mtp Sherlock Holmes (bc tgcf and mtp are both special interests of mine and I'm always excited remembering you post about both of them)

I love that there are other people who are into both of these series!

Send Me a Character & I'll Tell You✨️

Sherlock Holmes (Moriarty the Patriot)

My first impression: tbh he definitely grew on my gradually, I seem to remember watching the anime the first time and every time the focus was on him being like BACK TO WILLIAM BACK TO WILLIAM.

My impression now: I am so fond of him. I think he is sincerely such a lovely adaptation of Conan Doyle's character. He's lively and silly and moody and awkward and smart and caring and I just really like him.

Favorite thing about that character: I feel like he's very...steadfast. He sets his mind to something and just goes for it, stubbornly. Sometimes unhealthily. But I admire it.

Least favorite thing: I do still get a little bored anytime the story is just on him without William. I love him best when he's with his hubby.

Favorite line/scene: obvious pick but THAT whole interaction on the train is one of my favourite scenes in the whole series. "I was just thinking it'd be fun if you were that clever mastermind"????? [parapharasing again] Sherlock that is crazy people talk, what are you on about you kinky weirdo. But also the bridge scene is right up there. And the rooftop.

Favorite interaction that character has with another: extremely hard to pick between Sherliam moments but I think I'm gonna land on the entirety of chapter 67.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Hmm. Bond, maybe. I want to see them get really chummy in part two.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: Sherlock Holmes from the original ACD stories. 🤣 (Again, I'll edit if/when I think of a better answer)

A headcanon about that character: He idolized Mycroft as a little kid but between a mix of teenage cringe-syndrome over hanging out with big bro and the ways he sees their worldviews as diverging, they drifted apart as he got older.

A song that reminds of that character: Sherlock-focused-Sherliam

An unpopular opinion about that character: Idk if this counts, but that he doesn't actually actively dislike women (though he is very gay and not interested in them romantically/sexually) he's just annoyed by the front proper Victorian society makes them put on. Once he actually gets to know a woman, he usually likes them.

Favorite picture: pretttttty

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Hua Cheng (Heaven Official's Blessing)

My first impression: I first saw a clip of the scene where he's leading Xie Lian through the bloody forest in the wedding clothes beneath the red umbrella, and I downright swooned over the romance of it all.

My impression now: basically the same. THE romantic character. Like. Literally a character who exists for the sole purpose of loving another. I'm getting sentimental in my old age, because I would have turned my nose up at that idea fifteen years ago, but now I adore it.

Favorite thing about that character: he's just so gentle and careful and thoughtful and loving? But also powerful and dangerous. Knight in shining armour hours. But then to be all of that and also be such a bratty, sometimes teasing and sometimes sulky husband is so funny I love it.

Least favorite thing: Uhhh. Hmm. I get why he's mean to...basically everybody but Xie Lian, because everyone has been cruel to Xie Lian. But in a sort of realistic sense that I don't actually bother to apply to fiction like this, I'd like to see him encourage Xie Lian to have other people in his life. It's fine if he wants to stay mad at Feng Xin and Mu Qing, but he should invite Yushi Huang for tea and encourage Xie Lian to hang out with Yin Yu and so on. It would be good for them both to have other friends. But like. That's me forcing myself to come up with an answer lmao.

Favorite line/scene: any big romantic speech, but also anytime he just absolutely embarrasses himself. "Gege, want to get married?" PFFFT. Loser (I love him.)

Favorite interaction that character has with another: I think the part where he's disguised and Xie Lian is laughing at him and he's pouting, and then "Only after having met you did I rediscover that it's such a simple thing to be happy." Just imagining what that must have done to Hua Cheng's heart makes me so happy.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Yushi Huang. They are covert infiltration buddies.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: Has there ever before been this level of simp? Has anyone else romanced so hard? I'm gonna say maybe Kurogane from TRC, because ( TRC SPOILERS) while Hua Cheng is much softer and more poetic about his love, Kurogane did cut off his own arm to save his beloved, and bond his soul to a vampire who could only feed on him, and definitely seems the type to do what Hua Cheng did in the current donghua arc with refusing to let Xie Lian take blame beyond what he actually had done even when that was what Xie Lian wanted. Those all feel like Hua Cheng levels of dedication.

A headcanon about that character: just absolutely and entirely overwhelmed by actually having sex with Xie Lian the first few times. He cries. He maybe panics a little. He comes too fast. He cries some more. Xie Lian adores him.

A song that reminds of that character: I mean, A Thousand Years is more about Hua Cheng than it's ever been about anyone else ever. But also this.

An unpopular opinion about that character: apparently, in some corners, my belief that the donghua version is very very in character to the novel would be unpopular lol

Favorite picture: all the manhua art is of course utterly gorgeous but...

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #heaven official's blessing #tgcf #sherliam #sherlock holmes #hualian #asks #hua cheng

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thewitcheress2389 · 2 years

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Hello! Is it possible for you to write something for Eskel using number 10 and 25? Eskel deserves much love 🥺❤️ Thanks! 💖💖 And, uh, if I wrote something incorrect, sorry for that 😅 My native language isn't English.

I love your works!

You're good! And you are right, Eskel deserves so much love💖💖

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The Beauty of The Broken

Eskel has always been insecure, but he doesn’t know all the time you take to admire him.

#10 “You should smile more often.”

#25 “Is it that hard to believe that I love you?”

Scarred.

Broken beyond repair.

A terrifying monster.

Unworthy of love.

That’s what Eskel sees every time he looks at his reflection. It’s hard for him to see himself when those voices echo inside his head each time his eyes trail down those scars. That’s all he ends up seeing.

Those scars.

It’s the reason that Eskel stays away from mirrors, and why he always has to collect water from a rushing river. He can never allow himself to look at his reflection or else his insecurities might get to him. Eskel may be a witcher, made for killing some of the most dangerous creatures on the continent.

But he’s still a man. One who has a heart more fragile and kinder than anyone you’ve ever met.

You see it. How can’t he?

Eskel doesn’t know all the time you take to admire his features. Whether he was cleaning his gear, making a fire, or taking care of Scorpion, you were there to watch every little movement that he made.

One thing that Eskel hardly allowed you to do was clean his wounds.

He would come back beaten and bloody, but still refuse any help you would offer. At first, you thought he was being stubborn. But you later realized that Eskel had one sole purpose when it came to avoiding your assistance.

He didn’t want you to see him.

The witcher was full of scars, this was well known. Eskel figured they made him unlovable, so he kept them hidden from your gaze even though you were well aware that they were there. No matter what you said to him, he never believed you. But there was one thing that you absolutely adored about him.

Eskel’s smile.

It’s a little half smile as he never smiles fully. His scars render the other half of his face motionless. Eskel feels if he moves them, people will notice more. He tries to not pay any attention to it. The witcher only ever smiled when he was drunk with Lambert and Geralt, or when he was truly excited or happy for something.

Which was rare.

You loved his little half smile and wished you could see it more. Eskel kept it to himself and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get him to do it a lot. He just doesn’t see what you see.

“You should smile more often.” You told him one day after seeing him smile at you. Eskel was just having such a nice time with you that he brought his walls down. But when you mentioned that, his smile instantly vanished and he turned his head away from you, touching his scars in a nervous gesture.

You reminded him. You noticed. And it brought him nothing but shame.

It's been weeks since you started contemplating your feelings. Your love for him has always been there since he took a contract from you. You figured he must feel something too because he kept coming to see you. Eskel was a shy witcher for sure, but now you were at a crossroads with this.

Do you tell him?

Eskel's insecurities always get the better of him, so you didn't know how he would react if you told him how you felt. You didn't want to shut him down or anything. But he deserved to know. And he needed to know that he was more worthy than anyone to be loved.

That he is no monster.

"Eskel? How is it coming along?" You asked the witcher after you came back from washing yourself up in the river. He was kneeling over a fire, trying to pile sticks together before using Igni to light it up.

“It’s coming.” He responded simply. True to his words, a couple seconds passed by, and you guys had a cozy little fire for the evening. You moved to sit on a log, tapping your hands on your legs as you tried to think of what to say to him. Staring at Eskel, you realized that even though he didn’t say much, he obviously sensed that you had something to say.

The witcher had his back to you, and was busying himself with the campfire, poking at it far longer than he needed to.

"Eskel." Your voice said weakly. Eskel pretended that he couldn't hear you, but you knew that was a lie. Witchers have incredible senses.

"Eskel." You said much more strongly, showing him that you weren't backing down. This caused the witcher to jump a bit, and you bit back an apology. He was obviously trying to ignore you.

"Yes? Sorry...I just had a lot on my mind." Eskel said while stumbling back a bit to sit beside you. He was tense, hands folded in his lap as his leg jumped around in an anxious manner. It was also hard for his golden cat-like eyes to look in your e/c ones. Perhaps he knew what you were going to say.

Perhaps he was afraid of the opposite.

“I noticed...hey, you ever think that there’s more to life than this?” You decided to ease into your confession, not wanting the poor man to shut down on you. Still, you scooted a bit closer to him, causing Eskel to swallow nervously.

“What do you mean? For a witcher, there isn’t much more than this.” Eskel said, folding his hands together and staring deep into the fire. You gave him a sad look, but it quickly glossed over with one of love.

You just couldn’t help but admire how the fire made Eskel look even more rugged. More handsome, in your eyes.

“But what if...what if there was someone who wanted to share it with you? Someone...who loved just everything about you...” You confessed while moving to touch his knee. Just like you expected, Eskel tensed up before moving his body away from your touch.

“That’s impossible. Why would anyone choose to love someone like me? A monster...a scarred monster...” Eskel’s voice grew quieter as he spoke, and he moved to gently touch the scars that ran down his face. If you looked close enough, you could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest. It’s almost as if Eskel was struggling not to just break down at the words he just said.

And it broke your heart.

“Is it that hard to believe that I love you?” You asked him in a whisper, moving to touch his shoulder and make him look at you. It took Eskel a while, but he eventually gave into your touch.

Looking into his eyes, you saw how miserable he looked.

But your heart broke even more when he nodded slightly at your question.

Gently, you brought up your hand to grab his that was trying to hide the scars. Then, after prying his hand away and gripping it in your own, you moved your free hand up to cup his cheek and gently trace over the scars with your finger. He couldn’t stop himself from closing his eyes a bit at the warmth.

“Please don’t push me away...” You begged him quietly, squeezing his hand a bit. Eskel responded in kind, barely being able to muster out an apology because of how choked up with emotion he was.

“I...I...Thank you...I feel the same for you...” Eskel didn’t know how to respond to your feelings, which he greatly returned in full. He never said anything because he was afraid of the rejection he was sure to receive. But now, he was just basking in the relief and love he felt around you.

“Eskel...” You moved to brush some black hair out of his eyes before kissing his scars and saying, “You are more worthy of my love than anyone else.”

As you said this, moving your hand to rub his back, you could’ve sworn you saw him smile a bit. While you continued to stare, Eskel moved to look you in the eyes for the first time in a long while.

And, just when you thought you would never see it again, he gave you that adoring half-smile.

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #the witcher imagine #the witcher 3 eskel #eskel #eskel x reader #eskel imagine

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🌟 One thing people mention when it comes to Magnifico being A Classic Disney Villain is The Book. Pretty much how he gravitates towards it and ultimately surrenders to it.

Definitely makes him 100% evil, doesn't it?

Not in my opinion. HENCE THE WORDS 'MY OPINION'.

I will elaborate. Throughout the film there were many examples of how Magnifico was a genuinely kind, caring leader. You would have to be in order to build an entire kingdom, just for the sole purpose of protecting people and wishes. He mentioned The Book a few times, but Amaya (in the few times she made herself known) convinced him to put it down.

But then someone flipped a switch and Magnifico became

IMO was Magnifico always EVIIIIL? No. Self-centered and vain? Yes. Short-tempered? Maybe so. But evil? More along the lines of misguided and ignored. Allow me to explain.

Picture Elsa wanting to summon dark powers to protect Arendelle. Would Anna ever allow that to happen?

You've seen Tangled: The Series. Did Flynn ever just let Rapunzel walk off into mortal danger?

Would Kristoff allow Anna to walk off into mortal danger, KNOWING she'd NEVER come back from it?

See where I'm going with this? Apparently no one thought it was a good idea to, I don't know, ever really CALM MAGNIFICO DOWN? He couldn't even have had an animal companion calm him down?

And if we're going the 'well, that means you'd feel sorry for mass shooters because they have tragic backstories': let's bring up how Asha says 'whoever has a bad wish can be stopped'. If we're going to go that far, that extreme, we may as well say she's okay with allowing bloody genocide or killing an innocent family member/friend because everyone deserves to have their wishes granted.

I'm all for everyone just enjoying themselves and celebrating their love of the Wish-verse. Whether they love, like, hate or can live without Magnifico. It's just that there's a few Wish fans hailing Asha as The Perfect Babygirl while demonizing Magnifico who may be a Comfort Character to even just one person in the tags.

Am I okay with Asha being demonized and Magnifico being made out to be Perfect Babygirl?

No.

At the end of the day, I think the writers just dropped the ball on everything.

#disney wish #disney #king magnifico #wish movie #wish asha #disney wish movie

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omll i was wondering if u could write about the peaky boys w a makima!reader from chainsaw man, absolutely batshit crazy 💗

Yo okay so i had to check that i knew who this was because i havent watched chainsaw man however, i think i get it. Feel free to tell me if i do not in fact get it haha ❤️

Tommy

🌿 You seem sweet at first, non confrontational, almost mousy? You're always smiling and he only really knows who you are because you're always being mentioned by the mothers on watery lane, the local old men and women, because you're so helpful, always helping people

🌿But Tommy isn't so optimistic as to believe that a person could be so kind without wanting something in return

🌿 he’s not surprised to see your dark side, but he is surprised to see how completely ruthless you are... at first he thinks you’re just passionate about your cause... then he starts to realise its more than that

🌿 you’re heartless, completely murderous... anyone who stands in your way ends up dead and, to make it worse, you fear nothing. Not even Tommy Shelby

🌿 when he realises that all this time you’ve been using him to get to where you want to go, he wants to play the long game, to get revenge... but he isn’t so sure he’s got time to play the long game anymore

🌿 him going 0 to 100 with you, angry, threatening, hand on his gun only to be met with you going 100 - 100000000 on him, a whole new level of insane.

🌿 Tommy has that thing he tells people, that he’s already died once, that he’s already dead... that thats why he doesn’t fear anything or anyone, but you genuinely terrify him precisely because you’re the opposite of that

🌿you know you’re alive and you’re foaming at the mouth with that insane survival instinct, when it comes to kill or be killed you basically invented the term.

🌿 You’d go from lovers to enemies, but painfully, he’d still be in love with the idea of who you once were, who he thought you were, he’d be desperate to believe that he could see you that way again some day, that you’ll go back to being that sweet, seemingly innocent girl...

🌿 but you won’t and the pinnacle of your relationship would be the two of you struggling, guns raised to one another’s head, either you’re going to end up killing each other or fucking each other.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie already has one unhinged-stop at nothing-bloody minded friend, and fuck does he need another

🐻 Like a hole in the head does he need another..

🐻 When he first meets you he senses something off but he can’t quite work it out... the reason for that is that you are too much like him, too much like Tommy, and yet you don’t behave that way at all

🐻 You behave like a good, kind, down to earth, ordinary girl. You behave like a girl who shouldn't be wandering around Camden Town on your own. Which is why he offers his help to you.. why he takes you under his wing.

🐻 Of course, you’d come to Camden Town with the sole purpose of attracting his attention, knowing that the feared old man was known to be a little soft when it came to young women.. a charitable man

🐻 So you’d planned that he would take you in, take you under his wing, help you along in life... thats why you’d gone to Camden, why you’d wandered around on your own, helpless and doe eyed... you’d been hoping to manipulate your way into gaining Alfies trust

🐻 And you succeed, once you’re in you get close to him, you keep up the innocent act, when he talks about bread you make sure he believes that you really think he’s talking about a loaf of bread... you have him take pity on your softness, completely endear him to you

🐻 You probably get into a position where you can play him and Tommy off against one another to destroy them both and take everything they have

🐻 When Alfie finally realises it’s because you lose your temper. You’d asked him for something he couldn’t give you, asked him to do something that wasn’t just “unreasonable but fucking insane sweetheart, thats what that is...”

🐻 Alfie comes in one morning, into his office, switches the lamp on and you’re sitting there in his chair with your fingers wrapped around his gun. You tell him to sit down and this time it’s you thats offering the deal or death...

🐻 He doesn’t know how to respond at first, he can tell by the look in your eyes you’re not the girl he thought you were, that something has snapped in your head. He’s sad! He’s losing a friend, bad blood all over again...but he knows he has to be smart to get out of this one.

🐻 It’ll end up a triangle, you trying to play Alfie and Tommy off against eachother, each of them trying to play you off against the other. Unless Alfie and Tommy work together then they’ve already lost to you...

Arthur

🍂 Poor Arthur would be completely taken in by you, he’d fall in love with you so fast, he’d think you were so good for him

🍂 and maybe you would be... at first. You’d help him with his sickness, with his ptsd, you’d provide him with the support he needed to begin to face his demons and get better

🍂 you’d help him get sober and the Shelby family would be torn. Ada and the younger siblings would probably think you were doing a good thing, that you were a good woman, but Polly would be suspicious and Tommy again, would be asking what you wanted in return.

🍂 he’d even try to trick you, offering you large sums of money to abandon his brother in the dead of night... but you wouldn’t fall for it. You’d be so much smarter than he was accounting for.

🍂 And then one day when the time was right, you’d snap, you’d flick the switch in your brain and rip everything Arthur had worked on, everything he’d managed to take back from himself... you’d rip it away from him....

🍂 and you’d do it for your own selfish but stubborn reasons... you want him to be your own personal fighting dog... you want to break him completely.. if he snaps and relapses he’ll be out of control and so, so, so much worse than he ever was before,

🍂 thats what happens when you show someone the door, give them a light, give them hope and then tear it from them... when the wounds almost healed it hurts more to rip it open, it scars deeper

🍂 he’d be so broken that you’d have complete power over him and you would be able to use him to terrorise Tommy and take over the family..

🍂 the fights between the two of you when he begins to realise what you’ve done to him... the violence, the threats... and of course that deadly combination of love and hatred again

🍂 Because Arthur loves you with the whole of his soul... and now he’s realising that you never loved him at all... he’s wounded and confused but mostly he’s angry

🍂 and maybe you’ve underestimated the monster in him... I can see this ending one of two ways... him strangling you to death in a bitter, coked up rage, then being devastated by what he’s done... Tommy having to reassure him, bring him down, stop him from harming himself. Or you manipulating Arthur into nearly killing Tommy... it would be dark, Tommy having to kill you not knowing whether or not if he does, Arthur won’t kill him.

John

🌼 I think John would be less taken in by you than Arthur, but I do think he’d fall for your sweet, kind girl charms.

🌼 The reason he’d be less taken in would be because he knows how good girls react to the work he does, to the things that happen in his family... and you don’t react like you should at all

🌼 He knows something is off when Tommy comes into the office blood streaming from his chest, you don’t even pale. You smile and offer to help him get cleaned up. You don’t ask any questions

🌼 So John is suspicious, but he wants to see the good in you, so he sticks by you, makes little excuses in his head for why you are the way you are. He manages well, deciding that perhaps you’ve seen lots of blood before, you have brothers who fight maybe...

🌼 Of course you’re not bothered by the sight of blood because it’s usually you drawing it from other people. You’ve stabbed people, strangled people... you’re murderous, lethal and merciless... and the only reason you’re with John is because you have one goal...

🌼 To take everything his family can give you, then get rid of them and, any evidence they ever existed. You’re going to drain them like a parasite.

🌼 You probably fuck your way through the whole family... you’re not even careful... you kind of let John know that you’re fucking his brother Tommy.. there's nothing he can do about it, and it does enough to hurt him that you can control him

🌼 Its when you’re fucking them that you put ideas in their head. You convince Ada to leave Birmingham again, convince Polly that she misses the nomadic lifestyle, the travelling from place to place... You slowly isolate the men from any women in the family who might still see sense... and then you pit the men against each other...

🌼 I can imagine Tommy threatening to kill you, he has you up against the wall with a gun pushed to your throat, choking you with it. You have a gun digging into his stomach, both of you thinking you could fire at any second, Arthur practically foaming at the mouth screaming for Tommy to just fucking do it, and John, coming up behind Tommy, telling him no, “you fucking touch my wife and I’ll see that you die fucking slowly...” you thinking you are winning, that Tommy will put you down, that you will be able to play out your twisted little plan to its end

🌼 but the second Tommy lets you go John shoots you, he’s cold and heartless in the moment, starring into you with empty eyes as you try to beg and manipulate, but you’re so far gone crazy you can’t hide your contempt for him anymore.

🌼 “Know you don’t love me now don’t I, know you never fucking did!” John bitter and spitting as he gets up in your face.

🌼 You daring him to do it, trying to goad him into it, you even put your lips around the barrel of the gun, lick it and suck it trying to outdo him

🌼 But he does do it, he does kill you. I think he’d be so hurt by the way he’d poured his heart and soul into loving you, that it would be the love for you, the you that once was which made him kill you.

Bonnie

🍀 Bonnie is a bright enough lad, but he wears his heart on his sleeve so he’s easy to read, easy to know, easy to manipulate.

🍀 You wouldn’t struggle to tug on his heart strings, you’d be shy with him at first, pretend to be innocent, you'd pretend you were a blushing virginal young girl who’s no evil in her heart at all

🍀 And Bonnie would believe you because he always wants to believe the best in people, always so optimistic.

🍀 Aberama won’t trust you entirely, he’ll be suspicious but not enough to stop you getting close to his son, and he’ll be pacified by the way you do make his son so happy.

🍀 You’re Bonnies number one fan, you cheer for him at every fight, you visit him in the changing rooms before and after... and you place bets on him all the time.

🍀 But you’re only doing this to get close to the Peaky Blinders... Bonnie says he’ll be the most successful boxer in the world one day and he tells you Tommy Shelby is the one who is going to make it happen... so what can Tommy do for you, you wonder?

🍀 Behind the scenes you start tying your strings, manipulating them, devising plans and slowly, slowly getting closer to the Shelby's.

🍀 By playing exactly the same innocent game, you manage to get yourself into Tommy’s bed too, and once you’re fucking the most powerful man in the city, the city may as well be yours.

🍀 You start using Tommy, having him kill your enemies one by one by lying about them, powerful men... you make things up, say they raped you, threatened you, tell him they hurt you... and one by one Tommy makes them disappear.

🍀 The tragedy here is that its Tommy giving the orders, more often than not Bonnie is the one carrying out the orders with his father... risking his life and his soul in the eyes of god, to kill your enemies, whilst you fuck around and humiliate him

🍀 You probably let him know in the most cruel way once you’re done with him... you’d let him walk in on your fucking Tommy in the changing rooms or something, right before a fight he’s supposed to be throwing for the peakys.

🍀 And Bonnie would be angry and humiliated and upset, so he’d throw the fight the wrong way... he’d lose instead of win or win too soon, in the first round, it would be reckless and Tommy would threaten him... you’d watch them fighting and be so amused and entertained.

🍀 Bonnie would be devastated but he wouldn’t be able to take revenge, he’d be heartbroken but, no matter how terribly you’d wronged him, no matter how much it hurt... he wouldn’t want to see harm come to you, wouldn’t be able to kill you. He’d end up chewed up and spat out... and the Shelby's would be threatening to forget him too if he didn’t just accept things the way they were and carry on the same as before,

🍀 He’d try to warn Tommy but Tommy wouldn’t listen, would be too wrapped up in your web of lies... and when it all comes falling down, when you turn on Tommy too.. will Bonnie still be there to help Tommy? I’m not so sure.

Isaiah

🐀 It wouldn’t take much to manipulate him, you’d only have to flirt with him, only have to respond to his charm with charm of your own. You could probably have him in your bed on the first night, addicted and coming back for more within a day...

🐀but Isaiah would be the first rung on your ladder to the top of the Shelby family and you wouldn’t be satisfied until you’d married Tommy and killed him off, taking over the business and family...

🐀 But for now, Isaiah... you’d control him with sex and it would be so easy.... his friends would joke that he’s whipped... they'd have NO IDEA

🐀 you’d use him for your own entertainment too, getting him into trouble, having him start fights purely to satisfy your own bloodlust

🐀 he’s see that you were insane before the others but he wouldn’t do anything about it, partially out of pride, partially out of not wanting to lose you, but mostly because he’s attracted to your unhinged side... he thinks its hot that he’s never sure when you’re going to flip the switch and kill a man

🐀you don’t scare him but its because he’s naive, he doesn’t realise the extent of your madness, doesn’t understand that you’re using him... he just thinks you’re a little wild

🐀he’s always having to talk you down from killing men who piss you off at bars. he’s dragged you away from a bleeding, broken man you’d launched yourself at because “he's in a bar but he ain’t fuckin drinking.. what kind of man...”

🐀and you’ve caused trouble between him and Finn and Michael before... you can’t help yourself, you like to play them off against one another just to see what will happen...

🐀its only when one night you pull your gun on Finn, that Isaiah realises there's a problem, that you're mental... the fact you’d pull a gun on one of your closest friends... and over something as trivial as saying he doesn’t think you’ll convince Tommy to let you do a job for him with the lads.

🐀 its then, when he’s trying to talk you down, that he realises you really are cold, heartless, that you don’t care for anyone but yourself... not even him... when he asks you to put the gun down and you don’t even hear him

🐀he has to pull a gun on you himself... when you relent and smile this wide and sweet smile, you laugh and pass the whole thing off as a joke, but he knows deep down that it wasn’t a joke, you weren’t just messing around...

🐀from then on he’s terrified of you, he doesn’t know how to warn the rest of the family... they’ll think he’s being stupid, scared of a girl...

Michael

☘️he probably thinks he’s using you... you’re this Machiavellian power couple but you’re both using each other, manipulating one another...

☘️for awhile it would work... the two of you managing to fix things within the family, climbing higher as a couple, taking power slowly...

☘️but you’re only using Michael and he thinks he’s using you... so the closer you get to the top the deeper the betrayals of one another cut... you would happily serve Michael’s head on a silver plate to Tommy Shelby in exchange for a little more of the company...

☘️You also want revenge... Tommy has never taken you seriously, what with you being Michaels wife, you’re hardly an important member of the family and you’re married to a traitor...

☘️but you’re determined to prove Tommy wrong about that, you’re worth so much more than he thinks and you’re going to show him that underestimating you is a mistake...

☘️it’s you that lets Tommy know Michael is a traitor, you leave him enough clues that he thinks he’s working it out for himself... and of course, you cover your own tracks too, setting Michael up for your crimes as well as his, and letting other peaky boys take the fall for you too

☘️its a combination of brains, sexual charm and the occasional sudden snap of violence that people begin to fear you

☘️the house staff work it out first, they talk, they know you’re not so pretty and sweet, that you’re villainous...

☘️you let Michael take the fall, he gets killed and suddenly you’re a widow, but Tommy looks upon you kindly for the way you lead him to Michael, he begins to trust you, give you more power... when you begin to slowly try and poison Tommy, against the rest of his family and also literally try to poison him - slowly, adding an untraceable amount of arsenic to his tea everyday - its Frances who realises the evil in you

☘️ you get so close to power but Frances kills you, she uses Tommys shut gun to kill you because you’ve worked out that she knows about you... you try to kill her but she gets to you first, shoots you in the back when you’re adding the arsenic to a vacant Tommy’s tea. And thats that, maybe you can outsmart the gangsters, but you can’t manipulate or outsmart Frances, soz.

#Peaky blinders imagines #dark! reader #Tommy Shelby x dark! reader #Tommy Shelby x reader #Arthur shelby x reader #John Shelby x reader #Bonnie Gold x Reader #Bonnie gold imagine #peaky blinders headcanon

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Will you be coming back to your fans?

I look occasionally hoping you’ll complete Plausible Deniability. But if you don’t. It’s a great reread and at least we know that they are on their way to a great place. Thank you!

Hello you! (I say specifically hello to you, as I know I've had a few in my inbox from you, and while I'll probably not go back and reply to them all, I want you to know I appreciate your check-ins!) but also hello to anyone else checking in on me.

Yes, I will be coming back. I'm aware it's been a hot minute, and trust me, I hate that as much as anyone else. Life is just...hectic as life can be. But I'm here, I'm still plugging away and I will be coming back. Last night I wrapped up in like 4 layers because I can't afford gas prices to heat my house and wrote like another 1k of chapter 11 and then I nearly cried because it's not done yet.

I don't know if that's positive news or not, but at least it means I'm not going anywhere until it's bloody done.

In that spirit, here's an exerpt under the cut. Thank you for sticking with me. It really is appreciated <3

Thomas nods and hmms and considers until Adams throws out an offhanded better to be spending time on this than on your poor, sinking French ship anyway and Thomas hates his own instinctive reaction to the obvious bait, but he just can’t help it. “Sinking?” he asks, too-sharp and too-defensive even to his own ears. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but that ship is sailing perfectly well, and damn near watertight, actually. Hamilton’s even on board.” Adams laughs, except it’s neither genial nor kind; it’s pitying and patronizing and it sets Thomas’s teeth on edge, and the way he leans forward eagerly, something flashing suddenly in his eyes feels like this is the crux of the matter; like like he’s started this entire damn conversation with the sole purpose of delivering this information like a prize in a cereal box full of bullshit that Thomas has had to sift through to get to. “Thomas, my boy,” he snorts, smugness dripping from every word. “I’ve heard directly from a reliable source that Hamilton’s already put the rusty nail in that coffin. He’s told George directly that it’s not viable. You’ve already been sold down the river.” Thomas is shaking his head before John is even finished, denial on his tongue, because he’s fucking sick of being spoken to like he doesn’t have a clue and that’s not how it is. “No. I don’t know where you heard that, but your source is incorrect. I’ve spoken to Hamilton.” Adams blinks at him for a second before his eyes narrow slightly, and he scoffs. “You can’t be serious, Thomas. You know fine well that you can’t trust him-”

(Plausible Deniability ch11. Note, may change very slightly in final editing!)

#jamilton #plausible deniability fic #my asks #fanfiction

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William Rex Main Story: Chapter 0

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

≪ this story is in william's pov ≫

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If life were a fairytale, happiness would be easy to find.

As long as you stayed away from sin, did as you were told, behaved yourself, and remained on the bright and safe path.

However, if… your innermost desires wanted another path,

Would the “happy ending” you obtained by killing them off be real happiness?

My answer is… NO.

…

William: — Slit your throat open. As slowly as possible.

There was no target of Crown’s who could escape us.

That included our target for tonight. Unable to even scream in agony, he picked up the knife with trembling hands.

In my hand was an envelope I found in that mansion we were in, with “Golden Butterfly” stamped onto it.

(To think I’d ever see this again.)

(Evil truly never learns its lesson.)

(That goes for them — and of course, myself included.)

If you asked 100 people, you would receive 100 different answers. There was no such thing as absolute evil.

If there was actually such a thing, it would be what’s residing in everyone’s hearts.

Something utterly unforgivable. Once forgiven, they would lose their individuality.

(To me, trampling on the freedom of others is an absolutely unforgivable sin.)

(And this “Golden Butterfly” was guilty of exactly that.)

In order to punish those unforgivable sinners, I was willing to go as far as to become a sinner myself.

If this were a fairytale, I would face the same fate as this man, which was to be painted as a villain.

Alfons: Ordered to “shut up” and unable to scream even in his last moments… how pitiful.

Elbert: … We didn't have a choice. There’ll be trouble if his neighbours hear screams.

Roger: Damn, that’s a convenient ability. It’d be a real nuisance if you were my enemy.

William: Ahaha, if you become my enemy, I’ll write it down on a calendar to give you an advanced warning.

While talking to those people who had long grown used to witnessing the punishment of sinners, I sat down in front of the piano in the hall.

William: Since we’re here, let’s play him a song.

I didn't have a specific melody in mind, I only moved my fingers across the piano keys as they pleased.

Ellis: That’s wonderful, he can die happy now.

Jude: … How is that possible? You’ve got a screw loose.

Every member of Crown had a different outlook on death.

There were some who pitied, some condemned themselves, some would laugh coldly, some who mourned the deaths, and some who simply accepted death as a matter of fact.

(Their similarity is that they’re all here because they followed what their hearts truly wanted.)

However, not everyone was capable of doing that.

I suddenly recalled those greedy eyes I saw in the evening.

(It’d be good if “she” could take the first step.)

Those were my thoughts as the knife went deep into the man’s neck, and fresh blood spurted everywhere.

— The door to the hall slowly opened.

Alfons: My, my, we weren't expecting an audience tonight.

(... That’s…)

William: Now look who we have here, aren't you the little robin I met earlier today?

Kate: Um… uh… eeh…?

I remembered that woman, who was petrified by the bloody sight she witnessed.

She was the postwoman I happened to meet in the evening.

– Flashback Start –

Kate: Pardon me, that envelope is mine. I have to deliver it.

She had a calm look in her eyes as she ran after the envelope.

William: Here you go, my lady.

Kate: … T- Thank you.

William: You’re welcome.

Kate: …

When I handed her the envelope, she seemed to have forgotten herself and stared blankly at me.

(... Found another one.)

(People who have this look in their eyes are often holding themselves back.)

(Holding themselves back from saying things that shouldn't be said.)

I loved witnessing the moment they decided to speak their mind.

I stared at her in silence, watching her calm gaze waver.

At the moment — it was as if I saw the burning flames of desire in her eyes.

Her heart was overflowing with emotions, and she was doing everything she could to suppress them.

“Take me to another world.”

(— “Anywhere”.)

It was as if I heard those words coming from her tightly shut mouth.

(Ahh.)

(What a pity.)

I didn't know what motivated her, but I knew that she wanted change.

There was a desire hidden deep inside of her, struggling and desperate to be free.

(If she were given the chance to freely follow her desires… how beautiful would that be.)

William: You only have two more deliveries to make?

Kate: … Huh?

Kate: P- Pardon me, I was in a daze—

William: You should hurry. It��ll get dark soon.

(It’s too unfortunate I can’t take her away right this instant.)

(Even if that “somewhere” you desire is this abysmal darkness.)

(But… if you follow your desires and take the first step…)

(Perhaps, we’ll meet again.)

– Flashback End –

(... I didn’t expect us to meet again so soon, and in this kind of setting.)

Liam: She’s acquaintances with Will? Does she know about us?

William: We merely exchanged a few words on the streets, Liam. She doesn't know about “Crown”.

Liam: Then we’re in trouble. What should we do…?

(If I say to kill her, you would surely not hesitate to do that immediately.)

(This cat living with the guilt and pain of taking a life is awfully commendable and lovely.)

Harrison: My apologies if it’s freaking you out. That thing is actually just a stage prop used for a play.

(... You’re still the same as ever, Harrison.)

If you took into consideration the reason why he was present on this dark night, you would understand why he tried to create an escape route for her.

He looks like he doesn't have a care in the world, but he had a strong will.

Kate: Y-You’re lying…

Harrison: … It would’ve been better if you at least pretended to believe me.

Unfortunately, she instantly ruined her chance of escaping.

(Well, I suppose that’s to be expected.)

(She was meant to come here.)

Harrison: What do we do about this, Will?

William: Of course we should — take her to “The Palace’s Grim Reaper”.

Jude: Tch… I told you to lock the gate.

Roger: Haha I didn’t think anyone would trespass. You’re a naughty girl, aren't you, young lady?

Ellis: Why don't you come over? There’s no escape.

“There’s no escape” — the moment she heard those words, her body grew stiff.

She tried to back away, but her leg only moved slightly.

(Sorry, I can’t let you leave.)

(“Because you saw” is, of course, one of the reasons… but that's not all.)

It must've been a coincidence that one of her deliveries was addressed to this mansion.

However, our meeting right now was no coincidence.

(The sound of a piano being played is a sign that there's someone in the mansion, but a postwoman has no reason to enter a mansion in the dead of the night.)

(You came here on your own will.)

(You have yet to realise that.)

With great pains, she took the first step.

William: “Come here, poor little robin.”

(Let me see the desire that’s propelling you.)

Her legs obediently started moving.

Kate: I don’t want to…!

(Haha, I’m finally hearing her say her desire out loud.)

Like she was presenting herself, she stopped in front of me.

I could clearly see a splash of red on her cheek.

(... Beautiful.)

For some reason, the colour of sin suited her.

(If your will leads you to be stained with blood in the future, that would suit you much better.)

William: Pardon my discourtesy.

I pulled her closer, and she shut her eyes out of fear.

William: Done.

I wiped the blood off her face and let her go.

As if all the strength had left her body, her legs gave way and she fell onto the floor.

The calm gaze I saw in the evening was now shaking like a violently stormy sea.

It contained feelings of fear, confusion — and small bit of anticipation.

(What’s hidden in your heart?)

(What was it that made you brashly run into the darkness?)

The thought of finding out the answer to that mystery made my heart dance.

(Ahh, this will be fun.)

William: A late self-introduction. My name is William. William Rex.

William: I’m inviting you for dinner tonight. What is your name, dear guest?

(I’ll give you as much love as I can.)

May you be a flower blooming beautifully in the darkness.

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