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mmelolabelle · 5 months

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Obi-Wan Kenobi: You need to kill Darth Vader! The very fate of the galaxy depends on it! He is pure evil. The source of all that is wrong in universe. Every bad thing that has ever happened ever is his fault - like on a personal level.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: You want me to kill him? Me? The master swordsman? The battle-hardened general? Arguably one of the greatest Jedi of all time? Oh no, I couldn’t possibly!

Obi-Wan Kenobi: No you don’t understand - I love him. Mind your fucking business.

#the sum total of every conversation obi wan had 19BBY-4ABY #master yoda YOU should totally go fight anakin #padme WE need to kill- uh I mean ‘find’ anakin!#reva I’m going to give you an opportunity to kill anakin!#luke how do you feel about patricide???#(this along with many problems in the se universe could have been solved by asking Leia To Do The Thing)#obi really acting like he hadn’t had several wide open opportunities #as if my guy did not have vader lying on the ground in front of him #LIMBLESS AND ON FIRE #and couldn’t seal the deal #‘but he thought he was dead!’ the fuck he did #denial is not just a river in egypt #kenobi is the biggest lovesick idiot in the galaxy #obi wan kenobi #obiwan kenobi #anakin skywalker #darth vader #obikin #vaderkin

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doomakia · 1 year

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Look ma, no arms

#armor #armour #knight #oc #medieval #fluffy #limbless #smoke #helmet #metal #fire #art #artist #living armor

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percyluvr · 2 months

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heyyyy, so i was wondering if you were feeling up to it if you could write a jason grace x poseidon!reader. it’s basically like a scene from where they just began the journey on the argo and percy, being the slow and loveble older brother he is, finds out jason is dating his little sister and some silly chaos ensues at the dinner table

jason grace x daughter of poseidon!reader summary: your boyfriend and your brother have issues at first, but bond over the fact that they both love you with all their hearts wc: 1199

You and Jason had been dating since he'd appeared randomly at camp with Leo and Piper. You had been so devastated over the disappearance of your brother, and Jason had been struck by your beauty. He did everything in his power to help you feel better, and during the process, the two of you had fallen deeply in love. Every now and then you thought about Percy and what he would think of your new boyfriend, and you would be sad all over again, but Jason never failed to make you feel better. Jason Grace was the ideal boyfriend, you thought, and he proved it more and more every single day that the two of you were together.

When the Argo II was built, and the lost trio was ready to head off to New Rome, Jason was the one that suggested you come with to see if your brother was there. The suggestion just further proved what a wonderful person and boyfriend he was, and you accepted the offer. Your voyage to New Rome held lots of good memories and fun, but the closer the ship got to New Rome, the more worried you were that your brother wouldn't be there, even if it was almost 100% guaranteed that he would be. You didn't think you could handle it if you lost another person, especially your brother who'd been there for you your entire life. He protected you when the two of you first arrived to camp, even though he was scared out of his mind, and he protected you and comforted you when your mother had gotten turned into dust by the minotaur, even though he was just as devastated by the loss of her. The two of you shared so many memories together and thinking of them only made you sadder when you realized how long it had been since you last saw him.

The Argo II arrived in New Rome, and you all had a peculiar interaction with a certain talking limbless statue. Once the situation was handled, the Argo II hovered over Camp Jupiter, and everyone other than Coach Hedge warily got out of the ship, not quite sure what the Romans' reactions would be, even Jason who was a Roman himself.

When you reached the ground, your eyes searched the crowd for the familiar green eyes and black hair of your brother, and when you finally found him, you saw Annabeth rushing over to him. When she flipped him onto the ground, it brought a smile to your face. Their relationship was the most beautiful thing you'd seen in your life, and it made you so proud to see your brother happy. With Jason's arm around your waist, you waited until Annabeth and Percy parted, before sprinting over to Percy and jumping into his arms. To say he was surprised was an understatement. You and Annabeth had been the only people he remembered when Hera wiped his memories, and seeing you after so long made him beyond happy.

His arms gripped you tightly as he whispered in your ear. "I can't even explain how happy I am to see you. How is mom?" He asks almost immediately.

"Mom is good, she's really good. So is Paul. But how are you?"

"I'm good, now that I've got two of my favorite girls with me again," he jokes, earning a smack on each arm from you and Annabeth.

It felt good to be able to joke around with your older brother again, almost too good to be true. Apparently it was too good to be true, because after an attack is fired from the Argo II, all of you have to rush up the ladder and get out of there as quick as possible. You grab Percy's hand tightly, his gripping yours impossibly tighter. Neither of you could stand to lose each other again.

Aboard the ship, tensions were high. Even if you weren't Percy's sister and hadn't been around him your whole life, you would still be able to tell how pissed off he was that this happened. When Leo confessed to him firing the attack, you and Annabeth had to hold Percy from pouncing on Leo. You understood where he was coming from, though. Imagine working this hard to make the Romans see that the Greeks weren't so bad, and then some guy you don't even know fires an attack on the camp and you're back at zero. You'd be pissed off too.

When dinner time rolled around, Percy had been much calmer. The atmosphere had lightened up, at least until both your brother and your boyfriend went to sit in the same seat at the head of the table. They stared intensely at each other until everyone decided that Annabeth should sit at the head of the table.

You thought the problem had ended there, but both of them tried to sit on the chair to your left. Percy looked at him with a strange expression, probably a mix of confusion and annoyance at this point.

"Dude, really? What's your problem?" Percy asks, crossing his arms.

"I just want to sit here, not a big deal," Jason replies.

Percy raises his eyebrow. "Well, I want to sit next to my sister, and there's only one chair open next to her."

You looked at Piper, who was sitting to your right, and she took the hint. She got up and moved to the other side of the table.

"Guys, please. Just sit down already, it's not a big deal," you say exasperatedly.

Percy eyes you and Jason skeptically, but takes the chair to your right anyway. He seemed to lighten up due to the fact that he was now sitting between his girlfriend and his sister.

Dinner was going fine, until Percy spots your hand intertwined with Jason's under the table.

"Soo, anything new in your life you want to tell me about?" He asks you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Um, no. I mean other than Jason, Leo, and Piper showing up, not really."

"So, no new guys that like you? No new crushes?"

You finally understand what he's trying to do, and sigh loudly.

"Yes, Percy. Jason and I are dating, is there a point to this?"

He just grins in response and moves his gaze to Jason. "You better treat her right man, or I'll have to whoop you," he semi-jokes.

Jason raises his eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. You could whoop me if we were on a beach, maybe," he jokes back.

"Nah, I could take you any day of the week, beach or no beach. I'd whoop your ass with just my fists."

This makes everyone at the table laugh.

"Nah, but seriously man. I'll take care of her. I really like her, and I'd never even think about treating her wrong," Jason says seriously.

Percy smiles at him. "I'll hold you to that."

Jason brings your hand to his lips and gently kisses it, making everyone at the table fake gag.

"Oh shut up, you're all just jealous," you say, smiling the widest you had in a while.

You finally had your brother back, and he seemed to like your boyfriend.

a/n: y'all i am so sorry for not posting anything in almost a week lmfao i got my tooth pulled and i've been suffering all week

#pjo #pjo series #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #jason grace x you #jason grace fluff #jason grace imagine #jason grace #hoo #pjo hoo toa #pjo x reader #pjo imagine #i need him biblically

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blingblong55 · 1 month

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Epiphany- John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Based on a request: Hello do you do limbless? If you do would you write for reader who has no arms or legs and Soap and Simon finds her somewhere after she got lost while out (she doesn’t have fake body parts) it’s fine if this makes you uncomfortable but I’ll like to know if you do these types of writings ---- F!Reader, comfort?, fluff?, angst, platonic!relationship ----

A/N: I believe I did some limbless fic some time ago but yes, the answer is yes I do.

Hello do you do limbless? If you do would you write for reader who has no arms or legs and Soap and Simon finds her somewhere after she got lost while out (she doesn’t have fake body parts) it’s fine if this makes you uncomfortable but I’ll like to know if you do these types of writings

A/N: I believe I did some limbless fic some time ago but yes, the answer is yes I do.

It was the same old tale for a soldier like you. Losing part of your body for the greater good, but what does that even mean when no one remembers you?

It took months of therapy to get used to not having an arm and half of your right leg, but with so much support, you prevailed and now roam the streets of your town when the home gets too boring. It's also the reason why today, you're out and about.

However, as good as the day seemed, all went wrong. A loud noise from the busy road workers triggered a deep memory of yours. The noise is all too similar to gunshots, the men yelling reminding you of the hours you spent thinking they'd be the last time you saw the moon. And before you knew it, there you are, sitting on some bench, creeping others away as you hold yourself.

This wasn't meant to happen.

Where's home? I need my home.

Home...home...please...

Where am I?

What is this place?

Shit...I'm far from home.

"Y/N!" the man says over the bombs. They are closer now. The guns are all out of ammo except yours. The blood and body parts of fallen comrades were scattered all over the grounds. "Y/N!" they keep yelling, knowing you were the last of them to do something. Do something.

Your helmet falls to the ground as you try and cover the small child that crosses the fire. "Ma'am, I think he's bleeding out!" one of the young soldiers yells over the noise. Your gaze falls on the child. Oh...oh dear god.

The things bombs and guns can do to a small child. The worry a war brings to those innocent. The memories a soldier takes to their grave.

As the bombs get closer, the empty cases fall to your side.

There are things you can never speak about and the child in your arms will be one of them. This isn't something they ever taught you in school. Grief was never part of the training. Death of a soldier was but never of a child.

You serve the nation, the innocent and those soldiers with you. You would serve and die with them. Never leave a soldier behind, you remember.

I want to go home.

"I need to go home. Please.." you whisper as you silently cry. Your limbless self brings all the memories of those days. "Y/N?" Soap's voice stops all the memories. Ghost knew that look in your eyes. "Let's get her out of 'ere," he tells Soap and in some quick motion, you're carried out of the bench.

You shut your eyes like a child that's in fear.

"Where am I?" Your voice is soft, but the fear and worry leak through your mouth with these words.

"You're home, Y/N," Soap whispers.

Home, what a tragic word it must be to those in war. It'll always be a word you think about right before you reach the tunnel.

Once in the comfort of the cosy and small place you call home, you hear the whispers of your friends. "Should we call Price?" Soap asks and for a second, you can hear the hesitation I Ghost's voice. "...No, she will be fine. We'll make up some excuse to stay the night here." And that they did. Never leave a soldier behind, they remind themselves.

When Soap hands you your medication, they see as you drink it down. Within minutes, they can see a glimpse of relief. To many, this small glimpse is nothing but to you, it helps make sense of all the horror you saw.

It's a sad kind of relief.

For days, Soap and Ghost always rotated in taking care of you. They made sure to keep the home quiet if needed and never brought up the sad tales you whispered in the night.

Your restless body looks a the missing parts, wishing that for just one more time, you could use them. That those scars from childhood would be there again, but now they are gone. All you have left is an appointment to be given prosthetic body parts and the two men who swear to care for you until their bodies give up.

And today, as you woke up from some midday nap, they were sitting there. Arguiig over some game show, the same one they told you was absolute shit. You smile. Maybe after all, all will be fine.

"Did yer see that! He fuckin' missed it! How do you miss it?!" Soap says as he stands up and with so much anger he walks away. Ghost laughs. " what's s'funny?" you ask with a small smile. "I recorded an old episode of the show and made sure it was one of the episodes where all goes bad," a sly smile on him. You laugh and shake your head.

Yeah...all will be fine.

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@liyanahelena @sampaisleyriot @uniquecroissant

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persephoneshellhounds · 3 months

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my heart flutters like moth wings, once caught flightless on ice cold fire it’s forever looking for the kiss of the flames, the softest, kindest, slowest way of dying so that i may rest in a chest that’s not my own — yours, would you leave flowers on my tomb, once more? virginal white jasmines, if you remember — the color and predisposition of a ghost. would you kiss my resting ground, softening under torrential poems? would you say a made-up prayer? (my lover, who art in heaven) would you love me again if death is my rebirth, my second coming, how angels weep right next to me, how they break over my sorrows — pathetic bodies made of light, but they never burn, they never crash like fading embers. my heart’s still caught on ice cold fire, it flutters, wingless i arch in my quiet aching, godless, limbless — i’m sorry i’m made this way. in heaven, god fucked up for the first time twenty five years ago, he can take me back tomorrow for all i care but would you pick me, take me back and kiss me, bathe me in biblical oil (even if it kills me once more?) if i promise not to die once more?

— fray narte, "going insane in october" | written november 1, 2023, 5:11 PM

photo screencapped from: saltburn (2023) // dir. emerald fennell

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muffinsouffle · 3 months

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Hey again <3

Just 3 questions about your lantern au dw I don't wanna stress you out

1) Does the demon bull family also exist and if they do does Red Son get along wuth MK and Mei?

2) How did Macaque meet LBD and why does he stay with her (I mean I know she's powerful and such but is Macaque also powerful)?

3) What was MK's first reaction when he met swk and Mei and vice versa?

Sunburst duo for you bc I love how swk uses his tail and MK doesn't mind <3

Hello again! Any question doesn't stress me out, so don't worry. And I'm sorry for not answering sooner. 😅

1. The demon bull family does exist! They have their own territory on this spirit realm. Demon Bull King and PIF are puppets, while Red Son is literally fire who lives on a fireplace. He can't get out of there because he could go out, but he'll get a lantern body soon. MK, Mei, and Red Son are cool with each other, even when the prince acts by impulse and forgetting that he's fully made of fire while playing with them.

2. Macaque was found by mayor and taken to LBD in her lair, an abandoned temple. She gave him a new face piece, fixed him with ribbons and new strings, making him move again, but those strings she gave him made him be her puppet, and her, his puppeteer. She can manipulate his limbs and mute him whatever she wants. If he tries to betray her, she'll make him limbless or steal his face and pretend to be him if she wants to.

He's also very powerful. His real body is made out of shadows and is inside this puppet body. He can make and morph extra limbs or clones of himself through open spaces or even when he opens his mouth so that a shadowy limb can pass through. He also can take hostage of shadows of lanterns or people and can imitate sounds of different people.

3. MK first impression on Mei was that he thinks she's the coolest kid he ever met. Then what MK saw wukong was a pretty but strong individual.

And thanks for the sunburst duo. They're my favorite!

#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #lmk mk #lmk mei #lmk qi xiaotian #long xiaojiao #lmk xiaojiao #qi xiaotian #lantern festival AU #ask #alternate universe #monkie kid au #lego monkie kid au #au #lmk au

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hell-drabbles · 4 months

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Gabriel 2

Summary: The only comfort Gabriel can find in this place is in your arms. He has no choice but to find comfort in them, because the only other option was to be subjected to the wolves, alone.

(Gabriel is being sexually assaulted in this one and Reader is using that to their advantage to further break him. You have been warned.)

It was a repeating pattern that you were honestly starting to get tired of: Gabriel growling at you through the gag while you wash the dirt off of him, Gabriel glaring at you with a clear and sharp anger while you untangle his hair, and Gabriel attempting to shove himself into a corner as soon as you grab the towel.

He refuses to let up. Refuses to stop rebelling against you with every fiber of his being. You can take a guess why. That loyalty towards his God may be the thing keeping him going. He holds it as his own dying light.

You need to snuff it out. Gabriel needs to learn that his God is well and truly gone. His light won’t reach where Gabriel is right now.

This was why you had Gabriel’s head on your lap, and why you had a random picking of devils surrounding him. You had the urge to pick out devils that you know Gabriel would recognize, but then decided it would be better to pick the riffraff instead.

And it was a good decision. When one of the devils finally snapped out of their power-high stupor and grabbed one of Gabriel’s thighs, Gabriel’s gagged face broke out into a cold sweat. You watched the pride behind his eyes wilt before the presence of fear and disgust. He bit down on his slobber coated gag and thrashed against his binds.

Nails dug into fabric and you listened as the eager devils worked together to tear his pants apart. As his cock cage was revealed and rattled with, legs still held apart, a weak whimper bubbled past Gabriel’s gag.

You laughed a bit. You couldn’t help it.

“Hey, we made them laugh!” One of the devils snickered, mistaken but you’re not about to correct them. You’re too busy carding your fingers through Gabriel’s still wet hair. The devils did some hollers in celebration and were reinvigorated to continue.

As a wave, the group all surged in onto Gabriel’s bound body, hungry for more of your laugh and more of his skin.

You let Gabriel continue to squirm about like a limbless insect. He can’t move far. No matter the direction, he’ll end up in the hands of one of the devils. Being near you was the lesser of all evils. At least, that’s your guess.

Otherwise, why would Gabriel shove his head deeper into your stomach when two devils dove down and bit into his inner thighs.

Hands felt over his torso, touched a cloth-covered nipple, and soon the left side of his shirt was torn into scraps too. Gabriel tried to hunch his shoulders in but the chains binding his wrists behind him prevented that.

A red-headed devil shoved his nose into Gabriel’s armpit, another one with black hair bit into his nipple, and another almost lovingly licked up his torso.

Gabriel fearfully whimpered louder, muffled by your thighs. You heard a watery sniff and only then did you guide Gabriel’s head up. Hair stuck to his face and as you gently moved it aside, you finally found his eyes.

You were used to them apathetic, or filled with a zealous reverence for the one he called God, or even disgust at having to deal with a human like you. And yet, what always blazes in your mind’s eye the most was Gabriel’s anger. The fire, the knife that cuts through this visage of his immovable composure.

Beneath it all was a sad sniveling little thing that’s begging you with his eyes to help, to make this stop as the devils grew more impatient and rattled at his cock cage. You’ve never seen this eyes this watery, this wide. You wiped away the tears, smiled at him, and gently guided his head back to your lap.

When minutes passed and the devils bit into the back of his neck, Gabriel sobbed.

All the while, you continued to untangle his hair. Gabriel has long since stopped struggling. He tried his best to curl closer to your form.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #hell-drabbles #hell-drabbles exclusive #drabble #gabriel #heaven #reader insert

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yandere--stuck · 9 months

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Yandere crow mauler perhaps? Love (aka hate) that fella

You couldn't move.

The sharp sting of metal infested into your nostrils, suffocating you. Red was everywhere. Covering the decrepit walls, pooling on the cobblestone floors, was splattered onto your skin in little specks. And you knew without looming that your aliies' bodies lay at your feet - limbless, headless, eyes pecked from their sockets.

You didn't dare look away from the creature before you. You couldn't. Even if it wouldn't do you any good.

The beast lumbered toward you, dragging his mace arm along the ground. His steps were slow and deliberate, not like how he'd charged after the lot of you the moment your torchlight caught his eye.

He was right on top of you. Taller than even Ragnvaldr, the monster practically dwarfed you. It certainly felt like it, at least.

You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move. You couldn't think. All you could do was tremble in terror, unblinkingly watching the Crow Mauler as he knelt toward you. The beak opened, going straight for your head. A strangled gasp caught in your throat. Your whole body was on fire. Images of decapitated heads or eyeballs torn out of skulls flashed through your mind.

You were going to die.

But you couldn't look away. Not even as the monster's beak slid so close to your cheek. Even as your eyes met - a look of calm in his milky white eyes. And even when the fluffy feathers of his neck caress the side of your face as you begin to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, letting out soft cooing sounds.

You shook even harder when he wrapped a rough, bloodstained arm around you and pulled you even close to him, flush against his warm body.

Finally, the Crow Mauler had you all to himself...

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goodwhump-temp · 1 month

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Edward Elric Whump | Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)

Ep.01 Trauma, crying, -1 leg, -1 arm, bloodcurdling scream, exhausted, dehydrated, held at gunpoint Ep.02 Knocked unconscious (08:15), imprisoned Ep.03 Daddy issues, crying, bleeding out, painful automail attatchment Ep.04 Back-ache x3, firework jumpscare, flattened x12, caught in trap, drugged, collapse unconscious, restrained Ep.05 Knocked off train roof Ep.06 Flattened, birfday Ep.07 Mom ptsd, passes out, heartbroken, painfully gutpunched, bleeding, crying Ep.08 Grieving, knocked unconscious, kidnapped/arm taken off, scared x10, stabbed, painful reattachment, sliced x3, crying, traumatized Ep.09 Depressed, knocked down Ep.10 Tummy ache/food poisoning, hospital, fREAKING OUT (needle), pinned, almost drowns Ep.11 Identity stolen, punched, face swollen/bruised, difficulty breathing, passes out (19:05) Ep.14 Scared, hunted Ep.15 Hunted, arm destroyed, surrenders, punched (friendly fire) Ep.16 Babysat, hit w/ wooden box, trips (limbless), emotional Ep.17 Hit w/ flying wrench, painful reattachment, pain, therapy ep. Ep.19 Depressed Ep.20 Arm busted, sliced, surprise jab!, bleeding out, gutpunched Ep.21 Attacked by dogs, scared Ep.22 Arm gives out, kicked x5, pinned, blackmailed, superexposed to raw redstone, carried unconscious Ep.23 Hospitalized, slapped, milk harrassment, bullied by Al, depressed, guilt, stupid ass confrontation by a stupid little boy named Al, betrayed, punched BY AL Ep.24 Heartbroken Ep.26 Hit by a wrench x2 Ep.27 Scared, abused (offscreen), restrained, knocked down, crazy training montage, trauma montage, punched x3, gutpunched, beaten Ep.28 (Flashbacks; bit by wild fox, bandaged, reoccuring pain, gutkicked, unconscious) Ep.29 Smacked, truth-well trauma, flashback; loses leg, sacrifices arm, bloodcurdling screams Ep.30 Gutkicked, thrown, face scratched Ep.32 Mech arm broken, face sliced, daddy issues, punched unconscious Ep.33 Weak, pain, ambushed, punched Ep.34 Restrained, arm broken, punched x4, shocked, crying Ep.38 Vehicle explosion, brother argument, [flashback; daddy issues, bruised (15:45)] Ep.41 Scared stiff Ep.43 Hunted Ep.44 Heartbroken (Hughes), digs up mothers grave Ep.46 Pinned Ep.47 Knocked down, thrown through window Ep.48 Punched, choked Ep.49 Transported to another world Ep.50 Headache, hit by crashing zeplin (13:15), trapped under rubble, forehead bleeding, kicked, freaked out, impaled, bleeds out Ep.51 Corpse, crying

CONQUEROR OF SHAMBALLA

(14:30) Held at gunpoint (31:30) Knocked unconscious (gas) (43:45) Face cut (46:30) Punched, (48:05) Brother jumpscare, smothered, squeezed (1:00:30) Knocked against the stairs (1:03:40) Manhandled (1:14:10) In shock, heartbroken, 'shot' (1:19:30) Plane crash, trips, foot busted (1:25:25) Shot out of the sky, rough landing (1:33:00) Sacrifice

#whump #emotional whump #whump list #whumplist #anime whump #edward elric whump #edward elric #fullmetal alchemist 2003 #fullmetal alchemist 2003 whump #fullmetal alchemist original #fullmetal alchemist whump #conqueror of shamballa #conqueror of shamballa whump #elric brothers

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just-a-gamer-daydeamer-girl · 6 months

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Headcanons on Mr. Dark or Raymesis?

I’ll do both!

Mr. Dark real name is unknown, someone just once sarcastically called him ‘Mr.Dark and brooding’ and the name just kinda stuck.

He was a menace long before stealing the Great Protoon, basically pulling really mean tricks and spells on the locals. Giving people rashes, starting fires, trashing their homes, just being really alwful. It wasn’t until he defeated Betilla that he became a major threat on everyone’s radar.

He likes sweets.

Is an arsonist🔥

Before he spided on Rayman he was watching Betilla and her sisters, learning their strengths and weaknesses.

He just is really angry at Rayman for some reason, not because the hero is trying to stop him, but a more personal issue that he isn’t aware of. Envy.

Mr. Dark is actually a Limbless just like Rayman. However something terrible happened to him in the past, which would’ve killed him. But he lived for some reason, wether that would be thanks to some dark evil power or just his pure spite, it’s hard to tell.

He is 100% aware of what he is doing.

He wears the cape and hat to hide his messed up body.

His Cape also doubles as a security blanket of sorts.

Likes to put little charms on his hat he finds neat.

He likes to fight smarter instead of harder

Next Raymesis/dark Rayman

He was created using the power of the great protoon.

He gained his own autonomy once the Great protoon was out of Mr.darks control.

Has a bit of an identity crisis, due to him being created to keep chase and destroy Rayman, but if he did this he became scared of what would happen if he actually completed his goal.

Due to the crisis mentioned before had sometimes the part of him that wants to chase down and destroy heroes, end up separating from him sometimes and takes the form of Shadow Ray.

Weird love-hate feelings for Rayman (platonic)

After the whole first adventure he tries multiple different hobbies, except the same ones as Rayman because he wants to be his own person.

Theater is ultimately his favorite. He loves being dramatic (probably got it from Mr.Dark)

He name himself Raymesis, he got tired of being called dark Rayman.

I imagine a scenario where one day Rayman gets sick due to a potion a teensie had him try. Raymesis decides the best why to introduce him self to Rayman’s friends is to pretend to be the bed ridden hero, and that he was fine, the potion really didn’t do anything at all. 😈

Rayman sees him as a weird cousin of sorts.

Loves plum juice.

#Rayman #rayman origins #Rayman 1 #rayman legends #Mr. Dark #dark rayman #raymesis

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chasingmidnights · 5 months

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Nine

Title: The Headless Horseman

Storyteller: Andy Barber

Summary: A variation of the Headless Horseman.

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI!! Warnings include but not limited to: soft!dark themes; mentions of decapitations; serial killer; dismemberment; death; implied cannibalism; mentions of alcohol; and mild cursing and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. By clicking on ‘keep reading’, you agree to the listed warnings and that you are over the age of 18. I do not claim to be a professional writer, nothing is beta read and any mistakes are my own.

Wordcount: 821

Andy finished off his beer and set the empty bottle on the ground as he spoke up. “I’ve got one. It’s a bit more, hmm, darker than having a stalker or quitting babysitting.” There was a short pause. “No offense.”

“Nope, none taken.” Kate shrugged as she sat back in her seat.

Johnny scoffed as he rolled his eyes to Andy’s comment.

“I like stories a bit on the darker side.” Nick said before he grabbed a poker and started poking at the logs in the fire.

“Go ahead Andy, tell your story.” Yelena said with a wink. “We’ll tell ya if it’s too dark or not.”

“This story takes place decades ago and apparently right here in little, old Knockemstiff. Once there was an evil man named Curtis and he terrorized this town for several years. Curtis was well known throughout the community as he was one of the local butchers. Rumor was that there was more than pigs and cows that he offered at his butcher’s shop. Throughout the years, Curtis was able to get away with a lot and was accused of a lot of things. It wasn’t until decapitated heads started to pop up in the lake and in various crop fields when people started to realize that there was a killer that lived amongst them. Rumors spread throughout the town and people whispered in the streets on who they thought this serial killer was; everyone seemed to agree on who it was but had no actual proof. All one could do was hope and pray that they weren’t the killer’s next victim.

“Months turned into years and it seemed like more and more heads were showing up all over town. It wasn’t until one young woman, who had managed to escape the hands of her would-be killer, that the townspeople got all of the confirmation that they needed. Curtis was their serial killer. When police arrived at his butcher’s shop, they caught him in the middle of dismembering a human body. The police were horrified at the scene before them. Limbless and headless abdomens hung from large hooks and Curtis had an evil grin on his face. He showed no signs of remorse and when the police detained him, he went without a fight. ‘Women tasted the best,’ was all Curtis said as he was escorted out of his shop. His statement sent shivers down the spines of the officers.

“There wasn’t much of a trial, Curtis was found guilty from the start. His punishment was to suffer the same kind of death as his victims, which was beheading. On the day of Curtis’s execution, a rather large crowd formed to watch. The executioner placed Curtis onto a guillotine and when he was given the signal, he pulled the release handle and the blade shot straight down, cutting clean through Curtis’s neck. And that was the end of Curtis’s reign of terror. At least, that’s what everyone thought at first.

“However, the town was continually plagued by Curtis, even after death. A young man was traveling through Knockemstiff, when he swore he was chased by a headless horseman. It was around the witching hour when a horse suddenly appeared on top of the hills nearby. The horse was as black as black could be and had blood red eyes, the traveler had to cover his ears as the horse let out a terrible screech. The traveler was frozen in fear as the horse’s rider held up his detached head before the headless horseman charged after the traveler. A witness claimed that the detached head of the horseman looked a lot like Curtis. A new wave of fear spread throughout town as this new terror came along. The townspeople thought they were rid of Curtis and his menacing ways, but it looks like they were wrong.”

“Still to this very day, when the witching hour strikes, people claim they hear the horrible whining that the horse makes as the headless horseman continues to search for his next victim.”

The wind picked up just as Andy finished his story, causing the group to jump. Everyone thought that it sounded too much like the whine of a horse.

“Man, this town is seriously fucked up. Why do we choose to camp here?” Jake questioned as he glanced around the campsite, looking to catch a glimpse of the headless horseman.

“Because we’re broke college students and this place is cheap.” Ransom replied as if it wasn’t the most obvious reason.

“Plus, it’s kinda become our tradition to come here whenever we decide to camp.” You pointed out before you polished off your hot chocolate.

“Well, I claim the next story. But, I’ll save it for tomorrow night, I think we’ve had enough creepy stories for one evening.” Wanda commented as she stood up and stretched.

After that, everyone slowly made their way to their tents to call it a night.

#13 nights of halloween #campfire stories #story nine #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber au #andy barber fandom #andy barber drabble #andy barber #curtis everett #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett fandom #curtis everett au #curtis everett drabble #the headless horseman #the headless horseman au #chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans fandom

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KALSAR & RUNA

kalsar, a man out of time and frozen for 200 years, is accidentally thawed when the ice prison partially collapses. while on the run, he's pursued by the frost mage, runa, magistrate to the warden, and the king's favoured caster. after provoking the ire of a hibernating bear deity, the two are magically tethered and banished from its forest realm, forced to travel together and find a spell to unweave this ancient curse.

whilst townsfolk disappear and monstrous entities prowl the countryside, bearing hide immune to all weapons - even magic - kalsar and runa are forced to confront their dichromatic personalities, in which they exist on opposite spectrums of law, class, and gender. when kalsar learns that the man responsible for executing his brother still rules as king over two centuries later, runa is confronted by her role in an oppressive regime and the sacrifice she must bear to dismantle it.

POV: Dual-POV, third person, past tense

Status: Drafting

Genre: Fantasy

Projected word count: 90,000

Snippet below:

Kalsar woke christened with dew and morning glow. His back remained guarded by the trunk of the yew tree, the leaves overhead providing a slim canopy from the greying mist. Beside him, Runa slept soundly, her cheek pressed into her rucksack, and her breathing even, undisturbed by the chill of a damp, new day. She nestled into the foliage as if it were warm wool; perhaps she was a welcomed guest to this forest, and he its invader. Such thought made Kalsar crave the well-used flint block in his pocket, growing heavier the longer he sat and watched her.

“There’s something righteous about setting fire to a frost mage,” Kalsar mused aloud, as he silently moved to his feet. The golden twine secured around his gloved wrist didn’t glint for once, masking its presence to match his stealth. He knelt beside the sleeping mage and gently worked his fingers beneath her thigh and shoulder. She didn’t stir as he lifted her up and leveraged her weight against him.

“Then again, fire could cost me in the long run,” he continued, his words hovering above a whisper, almost daring her to rouse. “I can’t guarantee the twine will unravel once you’re a corpse. Dismembering would work faster, but we revisit that discussion often enough, don’t we? A caster wouldn’t willingly give her hand away, but if I take them both, a caster you won’t be.” He tsked to himself impatiently. “You’re lucky I despise the mess of it. The filth of you clinging to me long after you’re dead or limbless.”

He stepped carefully over pillars of moss and fallen branches as if evading the clutter of his bloodying thoughts. The sound of the river crept closer, but his feet never hurried.

“Maybe I’ll feed you scarlet berries for breakfast. Make a jam for the pastries you’re always gorging on. The crumbs and mess you’re always leaving. But you wouldn’t die quietly, would you? What mage has ever considered their dignity?”

He reached the riverbank and unrolled her from his arms, letting the twine go taut as she fell into the shallow bank. Runa woke with a shriek, coughing up the water she’d inhaled. Clueless and vulnerable, yet her hands still didn’t raise for an attack. He stepped back anyway, tugging her toward him, causing her to plunge back into the water. Her confused look met his furious one.

“I let you wake this time. Next time you fall asleep on watch, I’ll hold your head down.”

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#wip introduction #kalsar:writing #writing community #writeblr #fantasy writing

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spoocys-glade-of-dreams · 6 months

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{starter for @pktearsoftazmily for the Laserhawk Universe}

*Rayman has officially become Lucas’ guardian and much has changed at the apartment. Lucas now has his own room in Rayman’s apartment, the limbless having completely redecorated a room he was using as a storage room. The room had a snow and star theme to it. Murfy has given Lucas DVD's of Rayman’s shows that he had pirated. All of them from when Rayman was still hosting instead of the imposter that replaced him.

*Lately Rayman has been venturing out of the apartment a lot more often with Lucas in tow, sometimes feeling bold enough to go without having his hood up or glasses. Whenever he got approached, the two would put the ruse that Lucas was chosen as a special Rayman kid, and that Rayman wanted as little paparazzi attention as possible while he was with the kid. Live shows were less frequent lately. More prerecorded shows allow him to wander Eden without having to raise a panic of his firing and being replaced. They would sometimes bring Raymona with them as they bonded. Raymona and Rayman are now sharing their funds between each other since they’ve become a couple. She would often spend nights over at Rayman’s apartment too.

*Rayman and the rest of the apartment members still carry out assignments for Murfy and the resistance groups that contact him. Whenever Lucas would see Rayman with his hair brushed back and using his Ramon alias, he knew that he was going to have to stay home. It was too dangerous for Lucas to accompany them. Between work with the resistance, Raymona continued her work at the United of Eden club. She has been left alone by Hoyt and his men for the most part. Rayman would also do some odd jobs for Merideth by delivering food. She would also stop and visit them at the apartment from time to time and bring them some baked goods left over from the day as she visited her brother.

*Murfy had gotten in contact with two families that had knowledge of the type of powers Lucas had, through the families Lucas would make friends with their children. Bullfrog would often accompany the children. Lucas and Bullfrog sharing a strong bond as brothers, he would also look after Lucas’ friends for Rayman. The friends would be allowed to visit Rayman’s apartment and are aware of the limbless host being Lucas’ guardian.

*Today, Rayman is watching over Lucas, Bullfrog, and his friends while they visit the park. Rayman is relaxing on a bench as Lucas plays with his friends. Bullfrog is seated close by on the grass, keeping a watchful eye on them and monitoring for any threats that may enter the park.*

#pktearsoftazmily #rayman roleplay thread #captain laserhawk universe #Roleplay Starter

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gettiregretti · 11 months

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Hi! Wanna tell me more about Death Match? 🖤

Hi there! My pleasure! Kallus has just been tossed into the slave gladiator pits and left to the mercy of prisoners there. Most of whom have very large bones to pick with high ranking imps. One of whom is our sweet giant Garazeb ♥️

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“Quit wriggling’-!” The trandoshan behind him hit him hard in the back of the head. The room span immediately. Kallus was going to be sick, but he couldn’t retch with the fist back in his hair. Someone grabbed his chin. He gnashed at them desperately.

A loud, guttural roar cut across the wet brick arches of training room. It made all the hairs on Kallus’ body stand sharply on end, but finally the devaronian was focussed on something other than him. Something, Kallus worried, potentially much worse.

“This is no business of yours, Shran’ashran. Keep movin’,” Trod declared to the new threat. His voice was reedy with nerves.

It was a deep, sure answer he received in turn. “I’ve come for the Imp, Mathar.”

A tense silence descended. With his head still pulled back, all Kallus could see was a large, dark shape. Not human, certainly.

Mathar flicked the blade in his hand and took a few steps away from Kallus. It would be enough, perhaps, to gain the upper hand in the upheaval this Shran’ashran had brought. He took deep, measured breaths. An opening would come, and Kallus would be ready.

“Finders, keepers. I made a deal for this one. Pit rules mean he’s mine.” Mathar’s tone was light but the serious, hard line beneath it was unmistakable. Shran’ashran didn’t seem to care.

“Pit rules mean banthashit when you’re dead,” he shrugged.

“Are you threatening me, Shran’ashran?”

Heavy footsteps approached. Kallus could only just make out the tips of purple ears, but it was enough. All the blood in him went cold. A lasat. He’d be better off as a toy for Mathar, better off limbless and tossed in the fire pits of Mustafar, than handed over to a lasat fighter.

“Yeah,” the lasat rumbled. “I am. And we all remember what happened last time I made good on a threat, don’t we?”

#kalluzeb #Getti writes #Death Match

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palfriendpatine66 · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday post RotS AU

In this spirit of the “Start new wips whenever you want. Without guilt.” meme I shared earlier, I bring you the only thing my brain would let me write about. Working title: Locked Together in Hatred

Matthew Stover I am so, so sorry.

There would be a time for sadness. A time to remember. A time to grieve.

Now, while the pain still burned as hot as the molten river beside them, was not the time.

The time for mourning would come later - if there was a later. It was either a blessing from the Force itself or a product of the deep, soul crushing exhaustion that threatened to overtake Obi-Wan now that the battle was over that the thoughts of how bleak that future might be stayed away for the moment. They were waiting just beyond the edges of his consciousness to be examined when there was time.

A ripple in the Force warned Obi-Wan what he already knew. They were out of time. And yet he let a precious second pass as he paused to look down at what was left of Anakin where he lay, writhing on the bank of the lava.

The yellow eyes that burned out of the face contorted with hate were not the ones that had met his across battlefields and spoken volumes without saying a word. The angry howling didn’t belong to the voice he knew as well as his own.

If there was any part of the boy he raised, his brother in arms, the man he had trusted above all others, left in the limbless husk that thrashed in anger and in pain, it would be a mercy to kill him. To put him out of this misery. To save him from becoming the evil he had sworn to destroy.

“I loved you Anakin!” he yelled, not even beginning to sum up the depth of his betrayal, his voice breaking.

“I HATE YOU!” Anakin bellowed as though if he tried hard enough his words might physically wound him as much as the tortured sound tore at his heart. He glared up at Obi-Wan in anger even as his robes began to smolder, his hair crisped, and his yell twisted to one of agony.

For a horrible moment Obi-Wan turned away. To leave and let the will of the Force decide the fate of the man who used to be Anakin Skywalker. To let the monster burn from his rage within as he was consumed by the flames without. That in his last moments he might suffer as all those he’d betrayed had suffered.

Hate leads to suffering.

Obi-Wan turned back. Even though the Order had been destroyed and the Temple razed, even if he was the only one left, he was still a Jedi. He wouldn’t let Anakin take that from him too.

Honor over hate.

He wouldn’t strike down a helpless unarmed man. No matter what he had done.

The wind that ruffled his hair urged him on. Time was truly up. Without wasting any more of it he slid down the embankment and heaved the mangled torso of Anakin Skywalker over his shoulder and trudged up the slope.

Too tired to even attempt lifting him with the Force, Obi-Wan focused on placing one foot in front of the other and not letting go of the thrashing howling weight in his arms.

“You can’t save me Obi-Wan! I don’t need to be saved!” His mechano arm, trailing tatters of the glove that had burned off as he clawed into the heat of the sand, beat uselessly against Obi-Wan’s back.

They were met on the ramp by C3P0, the always flustered golden droid worked up to a frantic state. “Master Kenobi! Please hurry!”

Obi-Wan waisted no time. “Where’s Padme?”

The string of curses coming from over Obi-Wan’s shoulder fell silent, the movement in his arms stopped at once.

“Already inside, sir, but she is badly hurt.”

Obi-Wan ran up the ramp and straight to the cockpit. He laid Anakin on the floor for the moment and fired up the engines, taking off just as he could see a sleek shape cut through the atmosphere.

“It’s not just you who needs to be saved from the consequences of your anger,” Obi-Wan finally acknowledged the eyes staring mutely up at him in horror.

#wip wendesday #locked together in hatred #post rots au

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itbe-jess · 6 months

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Rayman 3 (Rasputin parody)

There lived a certain thing, I'm sure you never knew.

With no arms or legs, but had features really huge.

Was such a loving pal. The brightest of the bunch.

Only stood three feet, yet he packed a mighty punch.

On his chest, he bore a single zero. Flew on locks that looked of fire.

He had also been the kind of hero youngsters would admire.

Ra, Ra, Rayman 3! Time to save the Glade of Dreams!

This was a tale that really held strong!

Ra, Ra, Rayman 3! Go and set some Teensies free!

It's such a shame no fourth carried on!

Here comes the Hoodlum gang, all settled for attack.

But that Ray's no reed. He has learnt to stomp them back.

It started with a lum, who's feisty and could fuss.

But throughout the game, he has spent his time in guts.

Oh, that Rayman may be small and limbless, but he's shown how fights are done.

So, he gained the power of the Leptys, which restored the lums.

Ra, Ra, Rayman 3! Time to save the Glade of Dreams!

This was a tale that really held strong!

Ra, Ra, Rayman 3! Ready for the Hoodlum spree!

It's such a shame no fourth carried on!

When André's drinking, complaining, and his hunger for chaos became known to more and more Teensies, the quest to bring Globox to the right doctor became longer and longer.

That lum has got a plot, now that he's broken free.

But ol' Globox cried, "We will save you, my Andy!"

No doubt, André was bad. He wants the world in flames.

Keep your combo up, and you're bound to win this game!

André then recruited a knaaren, who had thirst to seek revenge.

With the sceptre's power he be bearin', that wrath shall be quenched.

Ra, Ra, Rayman 3! Time to save the Glade of Dreams!

Go grab some laser soap in a can!

Ra, Ra, Rayman 3! There's a giant world to see!

Give it to Ray! It'll double his wham!

Ra, Ra, Rayman 3! Time to save the Glade of Dreams!

Be careful, Ray! Now, don't lose your head!

Ra, Ra, Rayman 3! Limbless is the way to be!

The battle's over! Now back to bed!

See you in Rayman 4!

#Rayman #video games #song #parody #Rasputin by Boney M.#Rayman 3 #Rayman 3 Hoodlum Havoc #Wrote this parody cuz this song has been stuck in my head for awhile #and Rayman 3 deserves proper representation.#Imagine covering this. XD

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