#i love living here where else are we going to get a near death experience on a tuesday night?

[cosmicpoutine]

leaving a lil rant here :]

I love Tim and his ships sm. Me personally, I only really ship TimKon. Those two are perfect for eachother and have so much clear queer coding that it’s crazy, and they have dialogue that’s just. gay shaped.

I also get TimBart, I don’t ship it romantically but I get why people do!! Tim and Bart are close as well, and the balance they get between ‘depressed tired wet cat’ and ‘living breathing embodiment of adhd’ is great.

I also get TimBartKon, they’re a trio. They are always a trio, so many people like to bring up how TimKon has so much coding and one of the big examples they use is when Tim tried to clone Kon. You know who else he tried to clone? Bart.

The only Tim ship I don’t get is TimBern, or any ship involving those two. When Bernard first appears, he’s Tim’s bully. He actively makes fun of tim and puts him down and then that character is forgotten about until Tim comes out as bi, then they just rework his character and go “haha guys this is his boyfriend not bully ygs are crazy” and just forget about all the bad stuff Bernard did? Reworking a character is great and all but, it just feels a bit weird and out of place for me. There’s always going to be that certain toxicity for TimBern, at least for me.

homie... bully??? im flabbergasted- im speechless- im jason todd (dead)

okay, im gonna start off by saying you have all the right to not ship them, and im not here to defend timbern as a ship. im here to defend BERNARD DOWD.

first thing bernard does is give tim advice about teachers, and he clearly says they're gonna be good friends.

if bernard was a bully, tim wouldn't hang around him so much. besides, i hate it when people place tim as a helpless little boy who would get bullied. he has put himself in situations where he looks weak on purpose to keep his identity safe, but he's not a victim at all. tim is a social butterfly because he's really good at masking and reading people.

not to mention, both bernard and darla push tim a lot because they're trying to get him to open up and be closer to them, but he keeps pushing them away. tim is a professional liar.

and when tim has to quit robin and start hanging out with normal people, he invites bernard over.

and bernard is acting relatively normal, and he wants to play video games and talk about how hot tim's stepmom is.

bernard is a normal teenager who has no idea one of his friends is the hero he's so obsessed with. he even shows concern for robin dying and makes up an entire conspiracy theory about batman havin a robin orphanage. you can tell he's afraid of robin being gone for real because at this point they haven't seen robin in months bc tim retired.

i dont know what about all of these interactions gave you the vibe that he's a bully because all i see is a normal teenager teasing his friends and being jealous tim gets more bitches.

im not saying that bernard was never mean or weird around tim, but he definitely wasn't actively bullying tim.

bernard is obnoxious and cocky, yes. but thats just because they wrote him as a real person. he's the school's chameleon, maybe even a little bit of a loser, too. he knows everyone but keeps a safe distance so that he doesn't get pushed into a box. im not sure if, at this point, he was already in a cult or being indoctrinated, but when we see his parents and the dowd home in tim drake: robin that just doesn't look right.

also homie talk about "forgetting all the bad things bernard did" (which in my opinion is none but okay lets follow that logic) everyone forget about all the bad things batman did to tim, he was not a kind and loving mentor, he was cruel to both tim and steph. we forget that batman was kind of an asshole to damien in the beginning. all those things are forgotten for the sake of the batfam.

in conclusion: we're just so used to the idea that superheroes can only ever form strong friendship bonds by having near death experiences together that we forget that the secret identifies exist and that the people who know them by their legal name also means a lot to them. after all, these people are the reason why they're heroes.

#bernard dowd #timbern #tim drake #i could make a 2 hours long video essay on bernard dowd and how deep his character actually goes #but yall are not ready for that #ask #cosmic inbox

[lurkingshan]

Unknown Episode 10

I'm back just in time to dive into this exquisite final arc of my current favorite show, and the tension is delicious. I know after last week's near death experience many of us were hoping Qian was on the brink of accepting Yuan, but the thing about Qian is he is stubborn as a mule and terrified of change. We know this about him, so we can't be surprised that he's not quite done breaking down his mental walls.

I loved how much this episode was about Qian's struggle to accept what his heart is already telling him. He knows he has feelings for Yuan. He knows he feels differently about him than anyone else, especially in comparison to his truly brotherly feelings for Lili. Qian has finally accepted that Yuan loves him romantically and always will, but he still hasn't decided whether he can fully reciprocate. His conversation with Yuan at the end of the episode was the first time we heard him admit he has feelings for Yuan, but he is still caught up in whether they are truly romantic, and how he can know that. Qian has no romantic experience to speak of and his feelings for Yuan are so singular that I can't help but empathize with him here. He is not equipped to sort this out on his own, and he's too scared to give in to Yuan lest he hurt him or their relationship by trying to change something.

Which is why that talk with San Pang was so important. San Pang is the one who interfered in their relationship in the first place, tried to talk Yuan out of his feelings, and encouraged Qian when he decided to send Yuan away. He lived with Qian all those years Yuan was away and he saw the damage the separation caused. Qian's misery without Yuan was palpable, and now that Yuan is back and his feelings are only more intense, San Pang has the wisdom (and the distance Qian doesn't) to see that fighting it any further is pointless and only going to hurt them all. He wants them to be happy more than anything else, and perhaps through coming to terms with his own feelings for Lili and navigating the change in their relationship, he has also accepted that Qian and Yuan are happiest together.

San Pang has always been Qian's confidante, sounding board, and reality check, and you could see how shaken Qian was when he finally took away the last of Qian's rationalizations. When San Pang said "be honest, did you feel empty when Yuan was away?" you could practically see Qian fighting against the last of his resolve crumbling. The way his body started to tremble and his voice shook as he tried to make San Pang understand his fear was so moving, I didn't even feel frustrated with him. We can get swept up sometimes in romance narratives and forget how monumental this kind of shift in a relationship can feel, but with Qian we can't forget it, because his fear defines every moment. I love that the show is taking this change so seriously and not rushing us through these final moments of struggle (@wen-kexing-apologist I'm gonna need 1000 words minimum on Qian's mouth twitch, nervous body language, and tears in this scene, Chris killed it). And I felt a lot for Lili in this episode, who is once again witnessing her brothers in a deadlock with each other with no one talking to her about why (though at this point I think she knows).

We end this week standing on what feels like another precipice, as the brothers are once again in tension with each other. This new health wrinkle for Qian is not a set up for a big dramatic health scare (thank goodness) but rather a symbol of that last little bit that Qian is still holding back from Yuan. I loved the way the camera lingered on Yuan's bracelet in the scene where he grabbed Qian's hand and begged to be let in; Qian is the one who gave him that reminder of their connection even as he tries to keep this last small barrier between them. But they are facing each other with everything laid bare between them now. Qian looked like he was in physical pain in that last scene listening to Yuan go on about how all his desires are one-sided and his own problem, but the way Qian reached for him may indicate that he's finally ready to admit they are in this together.

A note about episodes 11 and 12: As expected, the final two episodes have leaked early. I will be sticking to the commitment I made with some others on here to wait for the weekly airdates to post about and interact with content about these episodes. I have filtered [#unknown the series spoilers] and kindly ask that you please tag anything you post early about these episodes. I will be unfollowing and blocking people as needed who can't do this basic courtesy. I have really loved discussing this show in depth with you all and hope we can continue for a couple more weeks!

#unknown the series #taiwanese bl #shan shouts into the void

[holylulusworld]

Blaze of glory - Kinktober 7

Summary: You’re glad to be alive.

Summary: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: near-death experience, death of the monster of the week, blood, gore, grumpy Dean, light smut, unprotected sex, glad-to-be-alive sex, kinda reunion sex, quickie, a little fun, banter

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Blaze of glory.

Dean always hoped he’d go down like this. A gun in his hand, and a smirk on his lips. Just like in the old Western movies, he loves so much.

The hero comes out to fight the big bad guy threatening to burn the town down.

At least he tries to pretend he’s the hero, and this is the way to go down. He presses his hand to the wound on his arm. It’s bleeding heavily, but he’s got no time to waste.

If he wants to take the monsters with him, Dean must get back up and fight. Even if it means wasting his last breath on a stinking pack of werewolves.

“Sonofabitch,” he curses when he slips on the floor and lands on his ass. His legs give in every time he tries to get back on his feet. “Fuck.

“Take this.”

His head snaps to the left when he hears someone else than the werewolves get closer. Three gunshots cut through the air, hitting one of the wolves wanting to attack him a second time right in the chest. The beast drops dead to the ground.

“Get up,” the voice yells in Dean’s direction. “I don’t have all day to save you, princess.”

Dean always expected to go down in a blaze of glory. He just didn’t expect to watch someone else steal his kill, and to bleed out on the ground while watching.

“Dude, did you not-“There’s commotion, and growls echo through the abandoned barn. Dean can barely see, as he slowly drifts into darkness. “Shit, keep your teeth out of my arm, bastard.”

Dean grunts as the head of a wolf ends up right next to him. He scrunches up his nose but can’t even push the head away.

“Get up, Winchester,” his head lolls back when hands grasp for him. He only hopes he dies before one of the furry beasts can turn him. “You sonofabitch!”

“Hands of my car!” Dean jolts up on the mattress, panting heavily. He squints as it’s bitch black inside the room. If it’s even a room. Or is it hell? “Where the fuck am I?”

“Welcome back among the living,” that voice again, he thinks as someone switches the lights on. He covers his eyes, groaning as the light is much too bright. “I thought you fucked yourself over for a minute.”

“What?” The hunter dips his head to glance at his arm. There is not even a scratch. “Fuck, no. Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Why?” You step toward the bed to look at him. “You still got all of your limbs, your head is still on top of your body, and you didn’t lose a single organ. You’re fine.”

“Did you forget everything you learned?” He growls, baring his teeth as he stares at your half-naked form. You’re only wearing a shirt, barely covering anything. “I was injured, deadly I may add. Now there’s not even a scratch.”

You chuckle. “You think you got turned?”

“Y/N, this isn’t funny. If you don’t end me now, I’ll lose control sooner than later and kill you. You don’t want to end with your heart missing, right?”

“Aw, you’re kind of cute when scared,” you dip your knee into the mattress. “You’re not going to turn into a wolf, Dean.” You purr the words as you push against his chest to climb on top of the hunter. “I wouldn’t mind if you get a little rough, but we will see.”

“What? I-“ Dean splutters. He can’t believe you start nipping at his neck while he fears the wolf in him will rip you apart. “Y/N this is insane. I’ll kill you. Please end me.”

“Dean, I’m trying to have glad-to-be-alive sex with you. Now shut up and get to work,” you straddle his lap and look down at Dean. “The wolf didn’t damage your dick, right? If so, I need to tell Castiel to heal your limp dick too.”

“Cas? Cas was here and…” Dean’s eyes darken, and he grunts. “You could’ve told me so!”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Running your hands over his chest you smirk. “What will you do about it, Winchester? How do you want to punish me?”

“I should kill you,” he flips you over before you get the chance to react. You don’t mind, though. As long as you get what you want, you’re game. “Maybe leave you here to think about your sins.”

“I saved your ass,” you sass as he settles between your legs. “Without me, you’d be a chewing toy for werewolves by now.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you,” he claims your lips roughly, leaving you no chance but to moan into his mouth. Your hands claw at his biceps, nails digging deep into his healed flesh. “And Cas saved me, not you.”

“I killed the wolves,” you move your hands to his waist to shove his boxers down. “And I brought you here. Without me, you’d be dead.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, now give me my reward. Fuck me, baby. Make me feel alive,” you breathe against his lips. “Or did you forget how to fuck me?”

The hunter doesn’t need much encouragement. He growls against your lips as he slips inside of you. Claiming your body as his.

Dean doesn’t waste another moment with foreplay or pleasantries. He knows that, if you’re in this mood you want it rough, and animalistic.

The bed starts creaking with every powerful thrust. “Harder. Faster.” You’re impatient and want to get off and feel alive. Dean doesn’t know it was a close call for you too. “Fuck me like you are not allowed to ever have sex again.”

You claw at his body, nails biting into his back as you try to meet his thrusts.

Dean buries his face in your neck, moaning your name while fighting his approaching high.

He’s so close to losing it too soon, and you don’t make things easier for him. You’re on the edge and pumped up from the fight. It doesn’t take you long to reach your high, triggering Dean’s orgasm when you tighten around him. 

A good fight always arouses you. Especially when you get to save Dean Winchester.

“Fuck, that was fast, sweetheart,” Dean grunts. “I wanted this to last longer. Reunion sex and all.”

You grin. “You’re getting old, is all.”

“I should’ve bitten you,” he buries his face in your neck and sinks his teeth in your neck. “If I ever turn into a werewolf, I’ll bite your ass.”

“Bite my pussy and we are golden…”

Tags in reblog.

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #smut #flufftober vs kinktober 2023

[nohoney]

do you think Katsuki and the Reader would pull a Katniss and Peetahbx?? could you maybe write something about it? i feel like it’s be very interesting, all three living in the victors village, and the love triangle

oooh let’s nod our heads and say that they did (◕‿◕)

“Bakugou. Where’s (Name)?” Hawks asks after navigating through at least a dozen people in the party to try to find you. You’re supposed to stick close to either one of them, no matter what. The three of you need to stick together since the Capitol’s eyes are on you for breaking the rules. A year has passed since you and Bakugou were put into the games.

And it’s been months since you’ve withdrawn into yourself.

“I think they’re trying to split us apart.” Bakugou tuts, “They’re nosier than ever. Fucking pricks.”

Hawks worries for you; you were already nervous as it was just getting ready. He can only hope you’re keeping your composure wherever you are. You haven’t been the same since the games.

The near death experience changed you, and it didn’t help that you were confused about your own feelings towards himself and Bakugou.

“Hawks is gonna take care of you, okay? You’re going to be alright as long as you stick by him.” Bakugou tried to calm you in the last moments of the game when you and him were left standing. Hawks remembers how you trembled, distraught with blood on your face. “He’s always cared about you more than anyone else.”

“N-No… I need you!” Your voice shivered, “I can’t go home without you!”

You tried to cling to Bakugou but he was able to push you off. The both of you were tired but Bakugou still had enough energy to throw himself into a rushing river, which in a matter of seconds would have killed him and made you the victor. Instead the second he threw himself in, you ran right in after him.

The two of you drowned. The game makers acted quickly to stop the rushing tides of the river and their machines finding your bodies that would have been impossible to find if not for the controlled environment to make the waters still within a matter of seconds.

There was no choice but to let the two of you live to the relief of audience but not to the Capitol.

The hardest part about living after the games was watching you become so quiet. And all the questions of the relationship between the three of you began to arise. Bakugou’s words about Hawks taking care of you, the childhood stories Hawks revealed to gain you extra support in the games, all the recordings played of the three of you together or apart were over analyzed to delve deeper into what the relationship between the three of you was.

“Hawks, we know you already said it before, that you only think of (Name) as someone you care about. But just between the two of us, you can tell me-“ a random party goer comes up to Hawks and invades his space.

It’s all Hawks is doing at these shindigs, avoiding questions from others about how he feels about you. He’s been bombarded for the last few months with questions and recorded clips in his face and elite gossipers swearing that he can tell them the truth and it won’t get out.

“Fuck off.” Bakugou pushes off the random person and stomps away. “‘M gonna find her.”

“Yeah, the two of you together go find your little princess.” A couple giggle together before quickly turning away.

It did not help that everyone was thinking that you were being handed back and forth between Bakugou and Hawks.

They find you sitting at a table amongst others, leaning on your elbow and looking exhausted. There are several little flutes on the top of the table and what looks like a servant grabbing a napkin and wiping at your mouth. Hawks recognizes the liquid in one of the flutes; it’s used to help people throw up when they feel full so that they can keep on eating or drinking.

“You feel better? Here, you got it all out your system so have another drink.” Someone offers and you blindly reach for it.

Bakugou is quick to step in, “She’s done, get that away from her.”

“Oh come on! She can handle it! She already did it three times.”

Oh fuck, they had to get you out as soon as possible. Hawks is excusing everyone politely while Bakugou carries you off.

“My tummy hurts…” you mumble into Bakugou’s collar. “I don’t feel good.”

“Because you kept drinking and then throwing it up. Those damn assholes were trying to keep you drunk.” He points out, “We’re taking you to bed.”

Hawks walks behind, bidding goodbye on behalf for you and Bakugou and just also wanting out of this party.

The three of you ride silently in the bullet train back to your district. You’re curled up against a leather couch with Bakugou’s coat over your shoulders and Hawks rubbing your back to soothe you. Your head is in your hands, having kept it down the moment Bakugou settled you onto the couch.

“They made me drink,” You murmured, finally finding some energy to put your head up, “I didn’t want to but they gave me stuff that didn’t taste like alcohol.”

Bakugou’s lips press into a thin line and his face easy to read. Hawks isn’t surprised at all but he’s frustrated that they managed to isolate you away from them.

Out of the three of them, people look to you to reveal what the nature of your relationship is with them. Months of prodding and pestering. If Bakugou hadn’t mentioned anything about Hawks before diving into the water, then the two of you could have just been paired as a couple and played the part for the crowds after pulling you up from the river.

Now the three of you are tense around one another, walking silently back to the victors village and to your separate houses.

You look at both of them but cast your eyes down quickly as you enter your home. Bakugou only watches you disappear behind your door before secluding himself away. And Hawks stands at his doorstep first, looking at yours and Bakugou’s house side by side together.

This wasn’t what he imagined what it’d be like to have you and Bakugou back. He finally has neighbors in the village and yet it’s feeling lonelier than ever.

#hehe imm sorry if you were expecting something a little happier #but i liked the second movie where it showed katniss and peeta as kinda strained with one another #so i went off of that #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bakugou angst #hawks angst #hunger games au

[meg-bone]

Humphrey bone one shots [scenarios]

a/n hey guys sorry if its not to great this is my first attempt at writing anything like this, just wanted to get it out there because of all the new Humphrey content in season 5, please critique me! no beta read we die like Julian here.

friendship scenarios:

living friend scenarios :

when Humphrey was alive, he was pretty alone in the aspect of friends, the same went down in the afterlife, so when he round out that you could see ghosts he didn't expect much. just for you to ignore him like everyone else does and to get on with the rest of the ghosts. but when you started speaking to him, he was pleasantly surprised. at first he was a little awkward as he usually is but eventually when he got used to you he started opening up, telling you about his marriage and how he felt like everyone would ignore him all the time.

he really enjoys hearing about your traveling experiences and your school days, considering he had near to no experience of travel from when he was younger.

he LOVES to have some company wherever he is, usually when you two would beet and you would find his head on the floor of on the stairs, you'd lie down with him and you could talk to one another for hours.

dead friend scenarios:

when you first died, in all honesty he was quire annoyed, it meant that he would have to another person blatantly ignoring him. he didn't know much about you or your time at the house because of his 'immobility'. you were typically quite antisocial so when you did die, you were quickly scared by the other people in the house, you found comfort in Humphrey as he was the only one who didn't scare you in all honest, all robin would do is yell and Annie and Mary were pretty close friends already, it felt like Sunday school where everyone already had friends leaving you all alone. so when you found out that Humphrey was in the same situation as you, you quickly became good friends, though you had barely anything in common, you enjoyed speaking to him and listening to his stories, he really appreciated someone that was willing to chase down his body for him and carry his head around with you. it made him feel more involved rather than just 'gathering dust on a shelf'

though he did always worry about you passing on, he wouldn't know what to do with himself considering all of the other ghosts just passed him around [literally], so when Annie passed on it really made him realise how great full he was to have you as a friend

romantic scenarios:

I wont be doing any living head canons ATM but feel free to request if you like :)

you two had been friends for what one could consider a life time, or a deathtime. you had both bonded over you situations and your lack of other options, you found comfort in Humphrey, he as much nicer than any of the other ghosts you had ever met. you never had an official ' first date' and in he best way to describe it, it just kind of happened. there was never an official word. but one day both his head and his body agreed that the one thing they both agreed on would be you. though the remained separate on certain occasions, they finally began to work together over time. Humphrey was always very affectionate towards you, even when you were just friends, but now that he and his body agreed, hugs were one of his favourite thing, literally almost every other second he wanted a hug, or just just genuinely be close to one another and considering his lack of romantic affection in his life, he wasn't going to miss out in his death.

he adores for you to comb your hands through his hair and caress his face, this was also one of your favourites as it could be carried out when him and his body are disagreeing, initially you would watch a film with his head in your lap, finding your hands wandering to run through his hair as if they had a mind of their own. though when you found that he didn't mind you made a habit of it, combing his hair with your nails into a specific neat style considering how messy it got sometimes.

warning! mild nsfw content below the line (this is assuming that ghosts can indeed, have sex.) i wont go into detail just a little taste, feel free to request more on this behalf again ill do a sep story

when both of you had started dating, you didn't really think about sex being something that would get brought up considering your lack of living-ness. though with Julian's habits with the plague ghosts you both became very aware of the possibilities to say the least. it took years of awkwardness around the topic for it to get brought up. both of you had grown up in very private lives and sex outside of marriage was never something you would think of. though eventually you became curious about what it would be like, both of you being dead and all. and then it became all you could think of, how his hands would feel, the whole detachable head brought a wide range of filthy ideas into your head, fannys book reading gave you a bit of inspiration for that. Humphrey took longer to warm up to the idea than you did, him being married in his past life that is. though eventually his 'primal urges, would take over and he'd cave in to your desires. he was a major people pleaser. doing whatever you would like him to on command. he wouldn't even touch himself without your word.

#bbc ghosts #humphrey bone #Humphrey bone x reader #reader #headcanon #x reader #drabble #senarios #smut #fluff #friendship #captain bbc ghosts #julian bbc ghosts #pat bbc ghosts #fanny bbc ghosts #kitty bbc ghosts #thomas bbc ghosts #robin bbc ghosts #alison cooper #mike cooper

[eldritchdiplomacy]

Bottom Table OT3: The Playlist

We, like Jinnah, will mourn our lads forever

(click for song explanations!)

Take Me Out To The Ball Game - Ed Meeker

"Eldritch Harrahs," He says, fingering the bright red laces on a baseball like a rosary

Team - Lorde

Classic poly theme, living in ruins.

"And everyone's competing For a love they won't receive 'Cause what this palace wants is release."

Ravenous - Autumn Orange

Impeccible vibes.

Eat Your Young - Hozier

Post-war heroes left in slums with their ghosts

"Come and get some Skinnin' the children for a war drum Puttin' food on the table, sellin' bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young"

Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac

A shiny jade jewel in said slums

"She rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover?"

Boats & Birds - Gregory & The Hawk

Children without souls

"If you'll be my boat, I'll be your sea A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze I live to make you free, I live to make you free…"

Hearts a Mess - Gotye

Sean Fucking Finnerty

"You have lost too much love To fear, doubt and distrust, it's not enough You just threw away the key to your heart Don't get burned 'cause nothing gets through It makes it easier, easier on you That much more difficult for me To make you see."

Love In The Time Of Socialism - Yellow House

Teenagers all in love with each other

"But I am home wherever you are near There's no life in anything When you're not here."

Whatever Fits Together - Skullcrusher

I mean…

"Do you ever look back? Does it all fit together? If we're here, does it matter? (If we're here, does it matter?)"

Marked For Death - Emma Ruth Rundle

Marion & Jean

"Who else is going to love someone like me that’s marked for death? Who else is going to be with me when I breathe it all?"

Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect - The Decemberists

Marion & Sean

"And here I dreamt I was a soldier And I marched the streets of Birkenau And I recall in spring The perfume that the air would bring To the indolent town Where the barkers call the moon down The carnival was ringing loudly now And just to lay with you There's nothing that I wouldn't do Save lay my rifle down"

Hard Times - Ethel Cain

The Exorcists' Daughter

"Tell me a story About how it ends Where you're still the good guy I'll make pretend 'Cause I hate this story Where happiness ends And dies with you."

Edith's Theme - Crimson Peak

The Lighthouse

Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey

Sean & Jean

"If you go, I'll stay You come back, I'll be right here Like a barge at sea In the storm, I stay clear 'Cause I've got my mind on you I've got my mind on you…"

Sunlight - Hozier

Sean & Jean & Marion

"All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that’s born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And, at last, can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight."

Your Protector - Fleet Foxes

The Circle of Needle & Thread

"As you lay to die beside me, baby On the morning that you came Would you wait for me? The other one would wait for me."

The Mother Road - Chelsea Wolfe

The doc who knows she'll never lead a normal life, have a normal love.

"I do not have a child But I'm old enough to know some pain And I'm hell-bent on loving you Women know what it is to endure."

Running Up That Hill - Placebo

All too stubborn to let each other die.

"Oh, come on, baby Oh, come on, darlin' Let me steal this moment from you now Oh, come on, angel Come on, come on, darlin' Let's exchange the experience…"

A Vampire's Heart - Peter Gundry

Doplegangers

Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine

Jean, Sean, & Marion

"I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map And knew that somehow I could find my way back Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you…"

Oh, To Dream Of Such Eldritch Things - Autumn Orange

The Compromised Lightkeeper

A Shot Rang Out - Emily Jane White

Sean FUCKING Finnerty, Marion, Jean

"Dreamers we aren't few But I don’t want to bury my dreams with you."

The Ghost On The Shore - Lord Huron

Man down

"Die if I must, let my bones turn to dust I'm the lord of the lake and I don't want to leave it…"

Call Your Mom - Noah Kahan

You can't do this to Peggy, bud.

"Medicate, meditate, save your soul for Jesus Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason Don't wanna drive another mile without knowin' you're breathin' So won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me?"

Funeral - Phoebe Bridgers

War boys wearing the same face, so many hearts.

"And last night, I blacked out in my car And I woke up in my childhood bed Wishing I was someone else, feeling sorry for myself When I remembered someone's kid is dead…"

Francesca - Hozier

Jean & Marion re: Sean

"Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm since I was born How could I fear any hurricane?"

Is Your Love Strong Enough? - GWTDT

"Just one beat of your heart And stranger than fantasy I knew from the start It had to be the place for me Someone that I would die for There's no way I could ever leave."

Death With Dignity - Sufjan Stevens

The Survivor

"Spirit of my silence I can hear you, but I'm afraid to be near you And I don't know where to begin And I don't know where to begin…"

My Love - Florence + The Machine

The Next Step

"My arms emptied, the skies emptied The buildings emptied…"

#candela obscura #candela obscura spoilers #bottom table ot3 #ot3: veterans’ affairs #marion collodi #sean finnerty #jinnah basar

[eviesaurusrex]

Hey! I read your Mrs. Strange fic (which was amazing) and was wondering if you could write one for Tony? Where the reader and Tony are getting married and hes absolutely obsessed with y/n. Love your writing!

Hey, love! First of all, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my silly writing! <3 And of course I can write something for Tony. He is actually pretty front and center on my list of characters :3

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"ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ." | ᴛ. ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

GIF not mine!

Tony Stark x Navy Pilot!Reader

summary: It's Tony's and YN's wedding day, and Tony can't stop himself from showing everyone that he had been right all along.

word count: 2k

warnings: nothing really, this is just pure and wholesome fluff, some loving bickering, mentioning of pregnancy because I can't help myself, this man deserves anything and everything, not entirely proofread

author's note: This will be a short one, I hope no one is mad about this. I just want to get back into writing, and I think that's the best way to achieve it :3 I still hope you like what I came up with even though I'm not too pleased with it :x Btw: We are ignoring the Coulson-thing. I wanted to have him here, so we have Coulson here. Deal with it.

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Smiling, YN watched the guests as they enjoyed themselves in the lavishly decorated venue and took a deep inhale of the flower-scented air wafting around her and everyone else. Tony had been adamant in his endeavors of turning every single fantasy and image fragment floating through her head into reality, so everywhere they had gone today, she had been surrounded by the prettiest of flowers and plants—from their apartment in the compound where she had gotten ready with her bridesmaids and hired stylists, to the grand venue they had held their wedding ceremony in and now celebrated the day. A church wasn't even a fleeting thought because neither YN nor Tony believed in a higher being, despite the many impossible situations they had faced and overcome in the past many years. She actually didn't want to think about the many near-death experiences they both had walked past, nor felt YN the need to think about the expenses made for today's arrangement.

They had enough money, yes, but that had never meant for her to spend it as heavily and indulgently as Tony loved to do.

The thought of her newly turned husband dancing through her mind made the commander smile as brightly as the sun outside. With the same smile resting unmoving on her lips, YN started to thank each and every one she saw for coming and wished them a pleasant afternoon while simultaneously heading toward the perfectly stocked bar. Ever since the beautiful ceremony, which had not only moved her to tears but also a certain man who was still in his denying phase, the woman had felt the dryness in her mouth increasing every passing moment, urging her to tend to her needs which had gotten worse rather quickly over the last few weeks.

She would be lying if she said it didn't scare the living daylights out of her.

"Anything non-alcoholic and a glass of water, Frankie, please," YN asked one of the many bartenders Tony had personally handpicked through hours of going through every single resume the wedding planner had to send straight to him. Both women still didn't understand the meaning of it all, but YN soon had stopped questioning her husband's strange behavior towards everything related to the wedding. Softly shaking her head, the bride mumbled a small Thanks and grabbed for the water to at least inhale half of it before she dried out on the spot. It was strange what her body was willing to do and which changes it went through in order to create a welcoming environment for something she had never considered possible for herself.

"Mrs. Stark! Mrs Stark!"

The all too well-known excited voice of non-other than Peter Parker ripped her mind from its spiraling nature when it came to that topic and back into reality where the brunet young man arrived at her spot at the bar, a bright grin on his handsome features and shining eyes—just as usual. Other than Tony, YN never had hesitated to show him affection in any way possible, considering Peter as something close to a son, and she believed he was thankful for that, even though the woman knew that his aunt was perfectly capable of handling those things herself. But gladly, May and she agreed a long time ago that Peter could use more of that loving environment, so YN had made it her duty to do exactly that.

Smiling, the bride softly brushed over his shoulders in order to straighten the black suit he wore—handpicked by Tony, of course—and straightened the tie around his neck. "Is everything alright?" Being part of the superhero business for longer than YN would like to admit, one could never know, especially not when one married Iron Man himself. But Peter only grinned and nodded too fast for her eyes and dizzy head. "Yeah, totally! Mr. Stark sent me here to remind you to drink and stay hydrated, but you obviously already did that, so here are some snacks I brought from the buffet and which are really, really good, oh, and I also found some chocolate at the dessert table, and—..." Softly laughing, YN stopped the flood of words escaping his mouth by taking the plate filled with an assortment of deliciously looking canapés from his hands and gently patting his cheek. "Thank you, Peter. That's incredibly kind and attentive, but you should go and look for MJ. I think I saw her at one of the balconies."

And with that, YN pushed the shy-turning boy in the right direction and nudged him forward. She was nothing but a matchmaker—at least, she tried her best.

But the moment of quietness didn't stay long because suddenly, someone came up to her and cleared their throat to earn her attention. With a canapé in hand, YN turned and smiled widely at the familiar sight of Phil Coulson, but without his accompanying ID dangling at his suit jacket. "Phil! I'm so glad you could make it." Indeed, she was because, during all her time working with SHIELD and even during the aftermath of what had happened in D.C., Phil Coulson had become a somewhat friend to her, which Tony always had disliked, of course. The agent smiled at her and clumsily patted her lace-covered shoulder. "I couldn't miss this, Commander Stark."

A grin tucked at the corner of her mouth at the sound of her title combined with her newly acquired last name, and maybe YN had to admit that it sounded much better than she ever could've imagined. And as if he knew her thoughts, the man of the hour walked over to them and let his arm slowly sneak around her waist to pull her into his warm, inviting side. A loving, lingering kiss to her cheek followed before Tony shook hands with Coulson. "What do you think, Phil?"—YN couldn't help it and rolled her eyes—"The name fits her perfectly, doesn't it?" One of her hands immediately rose to hit Tony against his chest while her husband only laughed, and Coulson slowly shook his head with an amused expression on his face. "I will leave you two to discuss the matter. Tony, Commander. Congratulations."

As soon as her favorite agent had left them to themselves, YN started to chew on the snacks and cocked a brow at Tony. He, on the other hand, only was able to stare down at her, that one particular smile specially reserved for her very person spreading over his handsome features. His arm tightened its hold around her waist while his other hand started to brush over her arm upward, reaching her shoulder and continuing to her neck, so his thumb could caress her cheek. "But, tell me, wife." The man paused for a moment to grin at YN's chuckle. "Do you still think the change of names was such a disaster?" Cocking her head from one side to the other, YN observed Tony's face before shrugging. "I mean, I don't know yet. Barely anyone has called me by it so far. Maybe you should give it a try, and maybe I could be convinced to start thinking it's not too bad after all," she teased him and giggled at the feeling of his lips pressing kisses to hers. He only stopped to whisper soft versions of "Mrs. Stark" against them, grinning victoriously at the sound of her pleased humming and into the kiss she gave him in return. "Watch out, or you might have to call me Mrs. Stark for the rest of our lives."

Now it was Tony's turn to grin his cheeky, teasing grin and nudged YN's chin up, so he could look her directly into her eyes. "I told you it would suit you, Mrs. Stark. And think of the non-existing trouble we'll have when we start thinking about names. We won't have to find one that suits them both." Almost immediately, she could feel the tears—happy ones—welling up in her eyes, and taking a deep breath, YN leaned her cheek into the warm, comforting palm of his hand. She still couldn't believe how her life had turned for the better, and now, they would have everything they ever wanted, everything they had ever talked about when lying in their dark bedroom, watching the slow sunrise through the grand windows when sleep just wouldn't take hold of them. "And," Tony continued with a soft smile as soon as he saw the tears trying to spill out of his wife's eyes, "She needs the Stark name. We can't have her inherit every single penny without wearing the name that's printed on everything she'll own. Imagine the troubles and unnecessary stress she would have to face in that case because she would need to change every single goddamn letterhead. I don't want that for her."

YN still sniffled a bit, blinking rapidly to suppress the tears from falling, and instead concentrated on the growing question mark in her mind. "She?" The woman asked in a hushed whisper, not daring to take a breath, not wanting to risk scaring Tony off. But he only nodded, barely visible, and let his hand wander to her lower abdomen, where a tiny bump had already made its presence known and which would soon be all over the press. "It's not some weird fatherly feeling, I promise. There's only that one image in my head I can't forget. It's stuck like a damned idea, keeping me up all night."

He removed his hand from the position he had learned to love ever since YN had told him her suspicion to wrap his wife in a tight embrace. "So, you want a girl?" Her question pushed him to kiss her again. "I'm sure I wouldn't mess her up too badly." Her hands on his face and neck let him take a deep breath and ground himself. "You won't mess them up, Tony. I know you won't let that happen because you are who you are. You are the best man I ever had the pleasure to meet—well, not from the beginning..." His grumbling only made her laugh. "That's the way to ruin a compliment, love," the Stark returned but let her continue. "No one is born perfect, husband. We both had to develop and grow on this path we decided to walk together, but we did, and now I can proudly say that I married the best man on earth and that he will be such a wonderful father. Because you will be a wonderful father, Tony. They won't miss a thing in their life because you'd be there to fulfill their every wish and hope, even if it meant for you burning parts of the world down."

He could feel his hands shaking as he cupped his wife's face tenderly, seeing the ring she put there only hours ago almost gleaming in the corner of his vision, and knew he finally arrived at the spot he always was meant to be. Here, with this angel of a woman, making him the happiest and proudest man on earth, and letting him feel things he never had dared to hope for. "You will kick my ass if you ever think I mess her up." YN nodded at that and Tony bent down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. "And that's why I'm the luckiest man on earth." Because with her, he wouldn't repeat the mistakes his father made all those years ago.

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Oh gosh, I'm so sorry for this horrible dump of words. The idea in my head was so much better T.T The next Tony piece will hopefully be better. As usual: Reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated!

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#tony stark x reader #tony stark xfem!reader #tony stark x female reader #tony stark x wife!reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fic #tony stark fanfic #tony stark fluff #tony stark

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Tangerine x Pregnant Wife! Reader: A Father’s Duty

This is a fanfiction based on characters from Bullet Train. I do apologise if the characters seem a bit OOC. And if you don’t like this, you don’t have to read it.

Tangerine’s private life was a mystery to everyone, except for Lemon. He didn’t want anyone to know who his wife was, or his daughter and so they were also given codenames. Cherry for his wife and Peach for his five year old daughter. He never wanted either of them to be involved with his job since it was possibly one of the most dangerous jobs on Earth. He just wanted them to live a normal life in London. So when the White Death found out about them and made them hostages… he was pissed.

Everything on the Bullet Train had gone wrong for the pair. From them losing to the case to Ladybug, to the White Death’s son being killed by some unknown killer, Lemon’s supposed death and Tangerine’s near death experience. Ladybug almost got him by accident, but he managed to escape certain death. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!!” “Sorry… it was an accident, I swear! I told you, I have bad luck!” Tangerine then rolled his eyes and pointed at Prince. “She’s the bitch you wanna fucking shoot! She’s the fucking Diesel!” Then she ran away. “… Bitch. Ugh”.

Then he stood up and mumbled, “Okay, here’s the deal… that bastard, the White Death, has my wife and daughter! And you’re gonna help me get them back once we get to Kyoto! After that, you’re dead but she’s dead first for killing Lemon”. Tangerine followed Prince and Ladybug sighed before walking over to sit somewhere else. He put his legs up and heard Prince scream, along with a gun shot before Tangerine walked back into the room. “Well, now that she’s dead… I still can’t fucking relax!!!“, he shouted, thinking about his family. “FUCKING BASTARD!!!”

“Daddy! You’re home!” He chuckled and picked up his daughter before kissing her cheek. “Hello Peachy. Have you been good for your Mum?”, he asked. She nodded and leaned against his shoulder. It was the middle of the night and she was tired. “Can you read me a bedtime story please?”, she asked. Tangerine chuckled and nodded. “Of course I will darling. But, where’s your Mother?” “Sleeping. She’s… um…”. He smiled since she couldn’t find the word. “Pregnant?” “Yes, that! She’s very tired”. He nodded and then walked to her bedroom.

After reading her a story, he walked to his own bedroom and found his wife sleeping. She was now three months pregnant and very hormonal. He slowly got into bed and hugged her from behind. She turned around and woke up. “Hello darling”, he whispered. “Hello sweetie”. He placed his hand on her swollen stomach and asked, “How are you feeling?” “Tired… so shut up, and let me sleep”, she told him before kissing him and then snuggling up to him. Tangerine smiled and held her close but gently. “I love you so much darling”. “Love you too”.

Tangerine sighed and then heard his phone go off. “Fucking hell…”. He answered it and asked, “What the fuck do you want now, you sick fuck?!!” “You will meet us in Kyoto, both of you, or they both die”, the White Death told him. Tangerine then slammed his head on the table and shouted, “Fuck! My wife is fucking pregnant and my daughter is only five! Why the fuck— well, he is a soulless, psychotic leader”. Ladybug then nodded and said, “I’ll help you as much as I can, man”. “Alright, then we need to come up with a plan”. That’s when an old man walked up.

He sat down in the seats opposite them and Tangerine felt his gaze on them. “Can we help you, mate?” He nodded and said, “My name is Shigeru Kimura, do you know where my son is?” Ladybug then said, “I think he’s dead”. “Yeah… everyone who was on this train, except for me and this fucker are dead”, Tangerine said angrily. Shigeru chuckled and said, “My son is not dead. And neither is your partner, my son”. He and the Ladybug looked at each other before running to the bathroom near them, where Yuichi Kimura and Lemon were in.

Tangerine opened the door and looked at his brother, then at Yuichi, who looked at his Father. Lemon then woke up and yawned before looking around. “Am I in hell…?” “You fucking bastard!!! I thought you were dead!!! You had me crying!!!”, Tangerine shouted angrily before helping his brother up. Ladybug then nodded and said, “You drank the water…”. “What water?! What the fuck are you on about?!” Lemon then put his hands on his brothers shoulders. “Calm down”. “Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!!! That bastard has Cherry and little Peachy!!!”

They all sat down in the Momonga carriage, Tangerine sighing. “Lemon… if I have to trade my life to keep them safe, you make damn sure that he holds up his end to the deal. I just… want them safe”. His brother nodded and held his hand. “We’ll all get home safe, okay?” The plan was pretty insane, but it was the only chance they had to killing the White Death. And the brothers knew that they were feared by all, especially after that Bolivia job. But it was simple. Tangerine was going to be the one to kill the White Death and then threaten his entire clan.

The train stopped and the brothers got off, looking at Cherry and Peach. They were tied up and gagged, so they could no longer talk. “We’ve got your fucking case! Now what?!” The White Death then sent two of his men to check the contents of it. “Well… you completed only half of the job. And the Hornet did her part in killing my incompetent son”. Tangerine smiled and said, “Good. Can you please let my wife and child go now?” “You really care for your family, don’t you? Would you die for them…?”

Tangerine’s eyes darkened and he said, “If your next big plan is to sacrifice me for my family. Fine”. Tears ran down Cherry’s cheeks. “But, there’s just one thing first…”, he said with a smirk on his face. The White Death nodded and asked, “What’s that—?” Blood splattered all over the floor as the White Death was killed in an instant. Not even his own men or Lemon saw it coming. “Bloody hell mate”. “As for the rest of ya, since you don’t have a boss anymore, I’ll give you a chance to run”.

Then they trained their guns on him. “Yeah, thought not. Lemon! Get Cherry and Peachy into the train! Now!” His brother did so and then Tangerine shot at case, causing it to blow up. “Tangy!!!”, his wife cried out. “Daddy!!!” Peach then started to cry, when they heard further gun shots and looked through the broken windows. “Bloody hell… he’s still kicking”, Ladybug said with a smile. Tangerine had been pushed to the edge and seeing his wife and daughter cry… made him snap.

“He is an honourable man. Putting his family first, is what any good Father would do”, Shigeru said with a smile. Ladybug frowned and mumbled, “Weren’t you going to kill the White Death though?” “I believe that Tangerine needed to protect his family first. If we had waited… the White Death wouldn’t have had mercy on them”. They heard the final shots and Tangerine walked back onto the train, covered in blood. “No one… and I mean, no one makes my girls cry”.

Cherry then ran up to him and hugged him. “Honey! I’m so glad you’re safe!” “Daddy!” He hugged them both and mumbled, “I’m sorry for putting you both in danger”. Cherry shook her head and said, “You didn’t. He found out, ahead of time, where we lived. And when the ‘time was right’… they kidnapped us! I couldn’t do anything because—!” “Woah, Woah… calm down sweetheart”, Tangerine said softly before kissing her. Peach then smiled, tears in her eyes.

“Tangerine”.

“Lemon”.

“You’re bleeding mate”.

Cherry looked at her husband to find that he had two bullet wounds. One in his shoulder and one in his side. “Sweetie!” “I’m fine—!” Then she slapped him. “No! No telling me you’re fine when you’re not! Now sit down!” Ladybug then asked, “Is that case…?” “It was turned into a fucking bomb”, Yuichi told him, making him nod. Cherry then said, “Let’s get you to the hospital sweetheart”. Tangerine nodded and said, “Yeah… alright”. Then she kissed him again.

Five months later, Cherry gave birth to twins, one a girl and one was a boy. They were also two minutes apart, the boy being older. “Fucking hell… we’re gonna have our hands full”, Tangerine stated before looking down at them both. After the bullet train incident, Tangerine had only decided to do small jobs, so he could spend more time with family and protect them. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but seeing his girls at the mercy of the White Death scared him.

“So, what are their codenames?”, Cherry asked before giggling. Lemon walked in with Peach, who smiled when she saw her younger siblings. “Twins? That’s so cool!”, she said, excited to be the big sister. Tangerine chuckled at his wife’s joke and said, “That ain’t a joke darling, so like their names, we have to choose carefully”. He looked at his son and said, “Apricot”. And then his daughter. “Clementine”. The others smiled and laughed, but Lemon knew why he gave his family codenames.

To protect them.

And it was a Father’s duty to protect his family.

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#bullet train #tangerine #tangerine x reader #bullet train tangerine #bullet train lemon #bullet train ladybug #bullet train prince #white death

[slutforalastor]

Say It With A Smile, Part 4

(I have been hesitant to preface the actual text of these posts in order to let them speak for themselves, but I have to be clear, this is the point where this fic really enters territory not suitable for minors. There's only so much I can do to prevent that from happening, and it's not as though we're jumping straight into the kama sutra, but I refuse to let it go unsaid that this is not intended for minors. From here onward, it's also fair to say this will have nsft and nsfw stuff going on. With that warning, here's what you've come here for)

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You don't know much about him, but given the prolonged silence between you two, you're getting the impression that Alastor loves to savor all things. After thanking Niffty for fetching tea for the two of you, he'd taken his time letting it cool, then taken measured sips from his "Oh Deer" mug while surveying the skyline of the Pride Ring from his bird's-eye view. You're holding a mug of tea no fuller than when you'd been handed it, the warmth on your hands helping to ground you after your near-death experience. Maybe "near-second-death experience" was more accurate. And you're frightened, but that's not the only emotion; there's a very present, yet repressed, writhing feeling squirming out from under the stifling weight of self-preservation. The sort of feeling that had an entirely separate section of Hell to help put it into practice.

You wouldn't dream of initiating the conversation. You can only wait for him to collect his thoughts, or become bored of teasing you, or whatever is making him drag out the stifling silence.

"So, little fawn. My sincerest apologies for losing my temper. I can't expect you to just forget what you saw back there. Normally, when I feel that someone could be a problem, I just kill them, but killing you hardly seems appropriate. For both of our sakes, I'd hope that you'll put that exchange out of your mind. I try very, very hard to only kill when someone's really done something to deserve it, and luckily, I don't know you well enough to judge your morality. And you may be in Hell, but that doesn't make you a bad person, does it?"

You hope not.

"Wonderful! You have my word that I will exercise the utmost restraint around you from now on. You have nothing to fear if you simply stay on my good side." He pauses, the area around his eyes darkening, like they've lost some of their luminescence. His voice, however, drips with knowing sultriness. "But you want to be on my good side, don't you?"

You do, yes. Although not only to avoid being killed.

"That goes nicely into the next point of discussion." He turns in his chair so that he's looking directly at you, his eyes finding yours no matter where they may drift. Using his cane as a visual aid, he continues. "These ears aren't the only thing that are perfectly tuned. I also have an excellent nose, much more sensitive than your average sinner's. And dear, you reek of pheromones. Just the sort that I'd normally change the station on, but these times are hardly normal. My body, powerful as it is, needs to repair itself, and it's putting a strain on the rest of me. The kind of strain that makes it... difficult, to control oneself. There's nothing worse than not being in control, wouldn't you agree?"

It might depend, honestly. Controlling one's destiny, or living space, or boundaries, those are good. But sometimes, it can be nice for someone else to take the lead.

He chuckles, but his jovial cadence loses a bit of its luster. "An area where we differ, then. I prefer to never give anyone the upper hand against me. This will not be the exception." He stands from his chair, one hand on the middle of his cane and both arms behind his back as he paces the floor, his back to you, his voice back to its usual springiness. "You're in a very unique position, little fawn. I can tell without even hearing you say it that you're interested in me, and I just so happen to be in need of a plaything, and a way to make sure that you keep my secret. Why don't you and I make a deal?"

You're not sure how interested you are in a Faustian bargain.

"Come now, this isn't a handshake, or a paper to sign. It's a promise; I'll give you the attention you're clearly craving, and in return, you never breathe a word to Charlie or Vaggie, or anyone else, about what you saw. Oh, and there'll be no touching me. But we're both adults here, so you're free to stop me at any time, and I'll be frequent with my asking permission. Seem fair?"

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your heart accelerating all over again. He's not wrong; there's an animal magnetism that keeps you from thinking straight around him. As dangerous as he is, there's an intoxicating idea of him bringing you right to the edge, and then pulling you back. The relinquishing of power, giving yourself over to something that could easily kill you, but caresses you instead. But this feels so sudden.

"Well, I'm not going to lay claim to you tonight, my dear. Where's the fun in dessert before dinner? This is an arrangement we're making that you'll honor when the mood is right. I'll have a special phone placed in your room, and should I have need of your company, I'll send for you. As long as you honor the agreement that we've made, you will have a wonderful time, and that's a guarantee."

And this is something he'll enjoy, as well?

"You must understand, the act in most of its forms does nothing at all for me. Even in the Living World I had no use for it. But this isn't about that; it's about the control. Any fool can grab whatever piece of control they can dig their claws into, but when someone gives it you willingly?" He turns, his smile curled sadistically. "Now that's entertainment."

You feel a shiver run through your body, a nervous excitement gathering in you that you're sure he can sense somehow. He crosses the distance between himself and you, with methodical steps that you know he's enjoying. Inches away from you, he takes your chin in his clawed fingers, the points settling on your skin so gently you can only feel their very edge, an eyelash away from cutting your flesh, perfectly restrained. He forces your face up, making you keep your eyes on him. In his eyes, you see the gaze of someone who's just found a new favorite toy. "We're going to have such fun together, you and I."

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Also on AO3! | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

#alastor x you #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel #borderline nsft #the radio demon #radio demon x you #radio demon x reader

[sunsetsandsunshine]

ok i see requests are closed butttt i just found ur blog and we are strangely haha uhm very way too similar so. i must now see.

i see ur tmnt 2012 headcannons and yes yes ok very nice but what about casey... 🤔🤔🤔

any llittle small headcannons for casey?? 😇

idk if u do anon emojis since i JUST read those but uhhh like if u do i'll come back wjth one

I’m not gonna lie to Anon…I really don’t like 2012 Casey 😬😬😬

It’s not like I don’t like him as a character- he’s funny and a good friend towards the turtles but he’s just not my personal cup of tea, y’know?

But I did re-watch S2 just for you- to make headcanons on the little goober, so hope you enjoy!

~ TMNT 2012 tickle headcanons ~

~ Casey Jones ~

He’s so cringe I’m crying- I couldn’t make these headcanons without laughing at the gif

I kid I kid 😭😭😭

A switch- 100% a switch

Or probably a Ler-leaning switch

One of the two

Definitely has experience from tickling others since he has a little sister

Absolutely has NO MERCY when tickling Raph

I feel like he would be the type of Ler that just…goes for you’re death spots

He finds the tactic easier and it makes more sense to him

Why go for spots that aren’t so ticklish when you know exactly where they’re most sensitive spots are?

In the show, the turtle boys do, like, creative handshakes and when Casey saw them doing it one time he just KNEW that he had to make handshakes with them as well

All they’re handshakes with Casey end up getting poked to the side continuously

Again- since he has a little sister he is EXTREMELY experienced when tickling others

Actually found out how they were ticklish is through Master Splinter

He wanted to ask him for advice on how to beat them in a sparring match and Splinter was just like, “If all else fails, just tickle them.”

Casey was very confused but he DID use the tactic when he wa sparring against Leo and he never second-guessed Master Splinter again

One time, Mikey was tickling the absolute snot out of Donnie near the living room area

And Casey just so happened to be in the lair at the time and heard shrieks and shouts so like any human being he panicked and went to the source

Only to find Donnie getting absolutely wrecked by Mikey

The youngest didn’t notice Casey at first but when he did he was all like, “Yo dude! You wanna get in on this? Donnie took and hid the remote so I have no idea where it is- I’ve been trying to get the answer out of him so AGES.”

And ofc Casey agreed- much to Donnie’s dismay lol

Definitely is ticklish at the top of his knees

You think those are for protection because he plays hockey? Well…sure- it is- but it’s also because he’s insanely ticklish there

Leo is the one who discovered it actually- which he still takes pride in to this day

He refuses to tell anyone how he did tho because Casey made him promise

Mikey calls Leo and Casey “The Ticklish Knee Knuckleheads”

Which embarrasses the two to no end

But hey at least they’re not alone

Gets in more Ler moods than Lee moods

Is the kind of Ler who will pin you’re hands behind you’re back when tickling you- I’ve been in that position before and jansvsjsnensk it’s AWFUL

Loves playing Tickle and Seek in the lair

Absolutely loves being the seeker

Talks about how he’s going to individually wreck them all once he finds them

Has reallllly ticklish feet- his worst spot-good luck trying to get him there he will not hesitate to kick you

Doesn’t really know how to ask for tickles- he’s an awkward dude 😂🫡

So if or when he’s in a Lee mood he just over exaggerates a yawn and stretches near someone- hoping they get the hint

And if not he’ll just poke and poke and POKE in hopes the person just snaps and goes for revenge

Which happened all the time so win-win for Casey Jones

Likes to talk in the first person when tickling someone

“Oooh…Casey Jones has Michaelangelo exactly where he wants him…tickling his ticklish tummy with such precise persiguen!”

”Oh…what’s did we have here? I think we wants a raspberry on his tummy~!” While Mikey is just laughing his shell off and begging Casey not to but he always DOES anyway ksbdhejwbdb

“Aaaaand he’s gone ladies and gentlefolks~!”

An asshole of a Ler I say

#Nothing against the 2012 Casey fans- I just don’t really like him 💔💔💔 #Wasn’t gonna stop me from making the headcanons tho #Tmnt 2012 #Tmnt #Tmnt 2012 tickle #Tmnt 2012 Casey Jones #Tmnt 2012 tickle headcanons #Ler!Casey Jones #Lee!Casey Jones #Tickle headcanons #Might add on to this later idk #amazing anon #Asks #Ty for the ask ✨💕 #Hope I did the goongala goober justice 🫡

[vixstarria]

Write your Tav (other characters' POV edition)

So I was going to do something similar to this write your Tav headcanon post by @spacebarbarianweird (hello!), but decided to postpone it until after I've actually finished the game. (Guilty of still being on Act 2 here, although much has been spoiled)

Still, I wanted to do something to flesh her out a bit, and ended up doing something entirely different, being short blurbs from the other characters' perspectives, to varying degrees of insight and self-interest, as though given sometime before the end of the game.

If anyone else wants to do this - I'd love to read it. My stuff under the cut.

Shadowheart 

Our good luck charm. I could never tell how old she is. Not just because she’s a half-elf – oftentimes she would act like an adolescent with a devil-may-care attitude, but then you would sense a profound world-weariness from her, that made you question the span and depth of her experiences... She’s gotten us out of the most perilous situations just by knowing which buttons to push, no matter whether with humans, goblins or any other assortment of abominations. Could it be just intuition? I’ve overheard her discussing books with Gale and Astarion that she had no business even knowing about. One thing is for certain: she’s no pampered court bard. I get the sense she’s been running from something. I wonder what. 

Gale 

She is the rainbow at the end of a bout of rain. A renewal of hope. Vibrant. Comforting. Refreshing. Delightful. ...Unreachable. Maybe if not for that blasted vampire... Although she’s certainly not the sort of woman I’ve ever envisaged my life with. Nor the type I would like to bring to meet my mother. Nor would she fare well within the collegiate circle. ...Come to think of it, she probably would not want the kind of life I could offer her, either. And yet being near her makes my heart sing... 

Lae’zel 

Weak. But courageous. Whelps like her do survive through sheer determination sometimes. She is lucky that Astarion took it upon himself to watch her back from day one. We all are. She is an inspirational leader. She has taught me that there are more ways out than ‘through’. To ‘think outside the box’, as the istik say. She has, truth be told, shown me the box, and rubbed my face in the fact I was in it. I am grateful and honoured to have met her.  

Wyll 

Oh she’s a good egg. Shame she never sang for us in camp. Too intimate, she said. What’s that all about? I suppose some things are more easily done before strangers... At least she played. I do hope we’ll write the story of our adventures together one day. Ballads, books... It all deserves a place in recorded history, written by her, with my assistance of course. Someone has to make sure the account is accurate. Wouldn’t want her to diminish or overinflate anyone’s role.  

Karlach 

My sister! I love her! I’m sorry I got us banned from that tavern, but I’m not one to walk away from a challenge, and ale had to be chugged, and tables had to be flipped. But she’s my best bud for all things debauchery. Skinny boy fangs, too. Him and his wine. Wait, was that wine in his goblet? Can vampires even drink wine? ...What the fuck was in the goblet and where did it come from?! I remember he was drunk... Actually, no, that was another time. SHE was drunk, and then he had her blood, yes. And then I eventually had to throw them both over my shoulders and haul them out of the tavern, because they had the bright idea to start a pickpocketing competition. And I say if you’re going to steal – steal responsibly, NOT while you’re hammered. Gods I’ll miss them both.  

Astarion  

My little dove. When I asked you why you let me bite you that night – you're not that naive and trusting after all – you said: “I had nothing to lose by agreeing to feed the strange sexy vampire – I couldn’t care less whether I lived or died anyway”. The joke fell flat. I asked whether you still felt that way. About life and death. “Not anymore,” you said, and took my hand.  

You are, perhaps, the only person worse than me at expressing their real feelings. Or at admitting them to your own self. It’s deplorable for a bard, darling. Even Lae’zel can get straight to the point, when she must. But I see you through the masks you wear. Just as you see me.  

Tav 

None of these fuckers know I’m the real princess of House Nightstar, married to a tarrasque named Johnathan.  

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #write your tav #bg3 tav #my tav #baldur's gate oc #writing

[pupuseriazag]

Blue Tarantula - 1/??

(Guess who is finally posting this thing LASFHASFJSAH I've been writing this one + other 2 since June and after doing some light editing before exams I think i feel confident enough to share this little thing of my Spidersona Rox :3. Just one thing: I made the mistake of starting it in english but I didnt like so much the idea of Rox and Miguel speaking english between them (him being mexican and Rox being salvadorean) so I apologize for that if you only speak one or the other 😅)

My name… is Roxana Reyes. Years ago I was bitten by a weird spider in the woods while on a trip with some friends, it gave me amazing and unbelievable powers I had to keep as a secret from everyone else.

I could climb walls and ceilings, my senses sharped drastically and some of my teeth changed, becoming more fang-like. I almost felt like this was some type of blessing given to me by the gods themselves…

And so I became the Blue Tarantula, and accidentally joined the fight with the rebellion in my city.

You see my city… and country, has been subjected to a regime ever since I became an adult, one funded by the Alchemax industries in an effort to keep control of both the people and to take advantage of the (few) resources we have.

I had heard about the rebellion when it first started as rumors, I heard how the police had raided some neighborhoods and made them move away since they needed the land to house wealthy individuals, and to set a barrier between “low class” and “high class” with the excuse of progress. And since police would not care about those tagged as “low class” I guess it became my duty to influence people into helping each other.

I was able to help people around during these hard times, I saved countless people so they began to see a ray of light at the end of the tunnel… And I also became a target for the regime. It's incredible the kind of chambres and smear campaigns a corporation can fund because they are scared of your influence.

And I was alone in this. Other than the occasional old lady sharing some pupusas and tamales with me or little kids wanting me to show them some cool tricks… I had no one but myself.

My parents don't live here in the capital, my mom moved out after the divorce and I managed to get her a decent house with my savings from doing tattoos. My dad managed to be considered a “high class” individual and lives over there so I almost never see him… Not like I would love to see him anyways.

Friends? I have a few, but we’re…not so close… not since the "accident", where I had to choose between saving my then boyfriend… and my best friend. 

…and I made the wrong choice thinking I could save both.

An accident happened in one of Alchemax’s laboratories, the last one to remain in not a wealthy zone. My best friend… Gwen, she was there to visit her boyfriend. A daddy’s son with an ego bigger than the Lempa.

I told her many times that he was not going to help us, I tried telling her so. Many. Times. That he was not to be trusted, but letting your heart guide your actions sometimes leads to the stupidest things.

In our case, it made her boyfriend try to chase her down with the prototype of a machinery with octopus-like arms… and in my case, it made me save the wrong person.

She fell down a platform, straight to the floor.

And you know the “funniest” part? He dumped me a day later. He said the near death experience made him realize he didn't want to be with me… and I couldn't tell him the reason he was still alive was thanks to me. 

I was broken, devastated and severely depressed…I let my best friend, the only closest friend I ever had, to die just so this ingrateful asshole would ditch me… I was so, so stupid.

There's no day I don't regret my decisions, if I could go back in time I would save her. I would not choose him but her… and maybe, just maybe… I could’ve asked her out. 

The whole incident was covered afterwards, no investigations were done aside from hunting down those who dare to speak about what happened there… Gwen’s parents did not even get to see their daughter… or know what happened to her. To this day, they still believe she was kidnapped.

After that day, I was relentlessly asked by people to uncover the truth and reveal to them what happened, so the weight of knowing what happened and not being able to speak about it was put on my shoulders, along with the trust of the majority of people expecting me to be the leader of the rebellion…. I refused to be the leader, and that did not stop them from seeing me as one.

So, Blue Tarantula spends their days and nights with heavy eye bags. Watching the hacked cameras and having to rescue people around. They have to escape easily as they are a target of cops… with no one to greet them on their own in a small apartment, no one waiting for them with a meal or a hug.

Just them, and themselves. 

That was, of course, until some months ago, when the weirdest shit happened and my life again did a 180. It all started when something appeared on the Flor Blanca Stadium. Something that was not from this world. 

So I did as I usually did with the couple of assholes that make my life worse from week to week, kept the civilians away from the scene and dealt with it myself.

And there I was… face to face with a big cyborg that somehow resembled the green goblin… its red eye with a laser pointing at my forehead constantly as I tried to take it down 

But no matter what I did, it was way stronger than me, it pinned me to the ground as it pointed its robotic arm at me, charging up a laser that would instantly blow my head.

It was going to end up this way. No more Blue Tarantula, no more fighting, no more suffering.

No more Rox. 

As I closed my eyes to accept my death, I felt some strange lights coming from my right. Both the cyborg and I turned around to an impossible sight.

What looked like floating blue hexagons began to spin slowly, and the unmistakable sound of reverb waves increased quickly until they turned orange, revealing the true nature of that almost biblical sight.

It was a portal, there was no other word for it. And something came out of it, like a projectile coming straight for the cyborg and taking it off from me.

Rain began to fall as I watched with heavy eyes how a beast almost obliterated the cyborg, then trapped the robot in what looked like one of those baskets covered with cellophane that people give out in christmas.

The masked beast approached me showing me his humanoid figure, was he an alien? His clothes (or skin, who knows) bearing the symbol of a red holographic spider, or was it a skull? I cannot truly tell as my eyes are begging me to let go of my consciousness. 

I also felt fear for a moment, not understanding this impossible situation and not being able to speak as my mouth was full of blood.

His mask disappeared when I slowly blinked, revealing what looked like the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life.. Or at least this week. 

He kneeled beside me, putting a hand behind my head to lift it carefully

"I cannot leave you here, not like this.” His eyes were a deep red, something inhuman and another thing to write just about how fucked up this situation was. “You’re coming with me” His demanding voice said as he lifted me from the ground in his arms, I almost felt bad for his pretty suit getting covered in so much blood. 

I don't know where he is taking me, but one thing’s for sure, it has been a hell of a long time since someone held me in their arms… but I was so tired, I knocked out before knowing where he was taking me, hopefully to heaven I wished.

This had to be a bad dream, I probably was having a fever and that's why this dream was so weird… it was that or my dying consciousness giving me delusions before I gave my last breath.

I woke up hours later, no longer feeling the synthetic grass on my skin nor the big arms of that guy, but the soft touch of cotton and comfiness of a bed. The soft electric hum of a nearby ac and the mumbling of some people lullabying me, telling me to sleep a little more… just 5 more minutes… 

"Oh, she woke up," A feminine voice coming from behind me said. 

"She needs to rest more. Her body has not recovered fully yet." The man from before replied. 

I opened my eyes slowly, staying still in the bed while my eyes tried to adjust to the white light of the room. 

I heard steps coming closer, stopping right where I could feel the person behind me, probably already noticing I was trying to ignore them.

"I know you’re awake." He said in a serious voice. 

I turned my head softly, meeting the same red eyes that greeted me after I almost died. 

The serious expression in his face softened when we locked eyes. Almost in relief to see me still alive. 

"She is awake." He turned to the other person in the room. "I'll take it from here, Layla."

"Got it." But I heard no footsteps or person coming out of the room.

"Glad to see you're alive." He said while still holding eye contact. "Can you sit?" 

I lifted my body carefully, sitting down on the bed but closing one eye. These damn lights are too bright for my liking.

"Great." He dragged a very funky looking chair closer, sitting beside me "You may be wondering what you're doing here." 

"I'm also wondering who the hell are you… or where the fuck I am" I let out unconsciously.

The situation began to fall on me as I realized that was no dream. I was somewhere I don't know, worst case I’m trapped in Alchemax and this is one of their traps.

The man frowned. "You are in the infirmary of the HQ.” He continued. “My name is Miguel O’Hara.”

"Ah, Miguel te llamás ¿Y me hablas en inglés?." I replied mockingly. “No se quien seas, Miguelito. Pero yo no le contesto a los imbéciles de Alchemax.”

He sighed. “I do not work for Alchemax, at least not the one in your universe-”

“Universe? ¡¿Qué putas estás diciendo?!”

“Si te callas por lo menos 5 minutos.” He raised his hand. “Te puedo explicar qué “putas” está pasando.” Yeah I figured he would cave in. 

I crossed my arms, still holding a stern look on him. 

“¿Sabes lo que son los universos alternos?”

“¿Lo de que “existe” posibilidad de que una supuesta versión mía tenga una mejor vida? Aja.”

“Ok, eso ya hace más fácil las cosas.” From his right hand, an orange light came out, displaying itself like a holographic and translucent screen that he touched around. “Tu nombre es Roxana-”

“Rox.” I corrected him.

“...Rox Reyes.” He continued reading. “Eres la spiderwoman de la tierra 503-B, nombre en clave: Tarántula Azu-”

“Perate perate.” How does he have so much info on me? “Primeramente que es esa madre, segundo ¿Como tenes mi información?”

“Es una pantalla, y ya casi llego a esa parte así que si no te molesta, déjame terminar.”

“Man, ¡¿Cómo queres que reaccione?! ¡No se donde putas estoy! ¡No se que esta pasando! ¡No entiendo NADA!”

“Eso INTENTO.” His tone went up as well. “Estoy intentando explicarte de la pinche mejor manera. Asique callate y trata de escuchar por lo menos.”

“¡Ah claro! Porque claramente que me empeces a gritar ¡Hará que me calme!”

"Ay coño." He mumbled under his breath bringing his hands to his face. "LYLA." He commanded and a little floating hologram came out of nowhere.

"Mhm?" The little image of a woman with big heart shaped sunglasses and a white fur coat shaping her nails addressed him.

"Help me explain to her-" 

"Them." I corrected him again.

"Explain it to them." 

"Explain what?" The hologram replied.

"Everything, maybe they will listen to you." He got up from his seat, visibly mad.

"Ok ok." The hologram came closer to me. "Sooo Spiderperson from earth-503. This man you see it's actually the spiderman of this universe.” She pointed at him. “You are the spiderperson of your universe" She pointed at me almost touching my nose. “And big guy saved you from an anomaly becaaaaause that's our job! We’re fixing the maaany anomalies that appeared on the multiverse.”

"In other words," He stood up. "We are working on fixing this mess, so accidents like the one you suffered don't happen anymore."

"So you are like a crusader? Like, beating the shit out of those… things? Ese cyborg era de otro lugar?”

"No, kinda and yes." His angered expression turned into seriousness.

"¿Y qué pasa si no logras atraparlo?" 

“¿No notaste nada raro mientras peleabas con él? ¿No lo viste glitchearse?”

“...Osea que no era el cansancio ganándome.”

“Esos errores que viste suceden ya que él no era de tu universo” He took a glance at my hand. “Estarías sufriendo lo mismo, si no fuera por el brazalete que te puse.”

I looked at my hand, just now noticing the weird thing on me. 

“Todavía es un prototipo, no lo pierdas por favor.”

“A ver, perate que la cabeza me da vuelta.” I said, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to tie and connect the infodump I just received. “Me estas diciendo que uno, sos de otro universo, dos, estuve a punto de morir por un pendejo que no era de mi universo, tres, que es importante regresarlos por que si no se glitchea…” I opened my eyes, confused by one of the things. “¿Por qué?”

"Porque la presencia de estos en universos donde no pertenecen genera más anomalías, hasta que el mundo colapsa." 

"Y esa es teoría o-"

"Sucedió." 

This is starting to sound ridiculous, multiverses, anomalies, apocalypses. This has to be a fucking joke. 

I leaned in close to Miguel. "¿Y cómo sé que puedo confiar en vos?"

"Tienes mi pa-"

"¿Cómo sé que no me estás mintiendo? Porque después de todo” His eyes focused on mine. “Para mí seguís siendo un extraño que me raptó a un lugar desconocido." 

His eyebrows drew closer “Esperaba que te tomaras esto mas enserio.”

“¿Cómo esperas que me tome todo esto en serio? Literal me estas hablando que disque sos de otra dimensión e inventándote mas mamadas.” I launched my hand to his throat, taking him by surprise as he fell to his back and I pinned him to the ground, knocking his chair over as well. He grabbed my hand and I noticed his talons come out. “¿Acaso me queres ver la cara de pendejo? Vas a tener que intentar mejor que inventarte una película.”

He tried to get up and I kept him in place with all my force, but I still haven't recovered completely so he overpowered me and turned me around, now having him pinning me against the cold floor roughly and causing me to cough.

“Me estoy empezando a aburrir de tu maldita actitud.” He growled while showing some of his teeth. “Ni siquiera sabes el peligro en el que estás. Ni siquiera quieres entender que SIMPLEMENTE quiero ayudar a que tu maldito universo no colapse y puedas seguir viviendo tranquilo.”

“¡¿PUES ADIVINA QUE, PENDEJO?! ¡SI ME HUBIERAS DEJADO MORIR ME HUBIERAS SALVADO DE VERDAD! ¡MORIR IBA A SER LO MEJOR QUE ME IBA A PASAR EN LA VIDA!” I yelled at him trying to fight back tears. “¡YA ESTABA LISTO PARA MORIR!”

His expression changed to surprise, I guess he wasn't expecting me to admit that.

“¡Y SI ME VAS A MATAR POR NO ESCUCHARTE, PUES APURATE!” 

He let go of me, getting up from the floor and turning around while putting his hands on his hips. Fucking asshole cant even help me get up.

I rolled on the ground, to try to get up on my own, but both my back and stomach hurt like hell and I let out several coughs and held a hand to my stomach. He turned around and immediately went on to help me get up.

“Suéltame, pendejo.” I whispered in pain.

“Todavía no te recuperas.”

“Pero bien que te pusiste a pelear.” I turned my head to him.

“¿Y quien se tiró hacia mí primero?” 

I rolled my eyes, letting him sit me on the bed again.

“Discutiremos esto cuando hayas descansado y te sientas mejor.” He crossed his arms. 

I was about to speak and he lifted a finger, shushing me off.

“Si vas a decir otro de tus comentarios sarcásticos mejor ahorratelo.”

I closed my mouth, pissed off and looked elsewhere.

“Bien, voy a mandar a que alguien venga a revisar cómo sigues.” He began to walk off to the door. “Cuando estés dispuesto a hablar, decidiré qué hacer contigo.”

“Que mierdas se supone que significa eso”

“Tu vas a elegir si quedarte o irte.” The door opened sideways automatically, showing me a glimpse of the outside hallway before he left without saying more.

If he thought that would make me feel less angry, then he is fucking wrong. He is lucky I’m still not ok, or I would’ve paralyzed his ass.

What am I even supposed to do? Does he expect me to just wait here? Bullshit. 

I took a look at the room from the bed, this place felt unreal. Like if I was put in one of those sci-fi movie sets with stereotypical futuristic equipment.. but as much as I tried to find the sound of people outside or someone that confirmed this was just an elaborate joke I couldn't, I could only hear the humming of the ac and my own thoughts.

I refuse to believe he is being serious, theres just no fucking way, even for someone like me who has some faith in the gods and believes in paranormal shit, this is all just too dumb and stupid. 

He may think I will cave in and fall for his lies, Pfft, pobre pendejo. 

....But why did he leave me alone here? Is he too stupid to believe I will stay here? Nah, as soon as I am capable of walking without pain I will get the fuck out of here and go home. Soon enough I’ll be home and-

…And I’ll keep living my sad life.

…

Ugh, if there's something that I hate more than myself is having to be alone with my thoughts. So I got up from the bed while holding a hand to my stomach, to try and distract me from thinking.

I approached a cabinet sluggishly, putting my free hand on where the outlines of an opening were, but no handles to be seen. And it opened automatically, letting me see that inside was my ripped and bloody mask.

“Puta…” I let out in a whisper, taking a look at it. “Justo le había cosido eso…”

No sight of more of my things though, so no phone to check if I could receive any signal to confirm I was still “in my universe”, even saying that makes me cringe.

I couldn't see a clock either, or at least one that made better sense than one on the wall near the bed… so either way I’m fucked unless I actually go outside and check the place myself. Worst case scenario I’m inside one of Alchemax’s labs…. Even worse case scenario, that man is right.

What am I even thinking?! He is NOT telling the truth. No man that pretty ever tells the truth.

But his suit… The way he knows “classified” stuff, the floating screen, the little holo lady…

Am I inside one of those vr games? I immediately moved my hands to my face. If this is one of those games I will be able to “clip” through my head and see the empty inside of my arm… But my hands touched my face, neither clipping nor letting me feel any headset attached to my head.

No, there has to be a trick, it's always a mirror trick or strings attached to something, I REFUSE to accept that bitch is right. 

I walked up to a panel nearby the bed, finally something that I recognized, a touchscreen. The screen lit up showing all the options it had: “Assistance, Options, Lights, Info”. I touched Info and one of those screens appeared. Now’s my chance to confirm this is just layers of glas- My… MY FINGER WENT THROUGH IT?! IT'S LITERALLY LIGHT?! BUT IT’S NOT BEING REFLECTED ON ANYTHING!

Calm down Rox, calm the fuck down. There has to be a pretty clear and believable explanation for this, one that we may not understand completely, but believable nonetheless. 

My eyes turned to the holo screen again, it had an orange color similar to the other one that guy pulled out and held my information. “Subject name - Rox Reyes, “Blue Tarantula”, from Earth 503B, Age 27, One anomaly reported in universe, Status: Injured, Recovering in HQ’s infirmary. Not a member of the spider society”

I'm even more confused… No, I shouldn't allow them to get to my head, that's how he will win and I. Won't. Let. Him.

I took a step back and turned to the door. I've seen enough bullshit in one day, or night. I'm getting the fuck out of here.

There were no handles on the door, and even though I was literally touching it, it did not open. Great, he trapped me in here. 

I let out the most stressed out sigh I ever had in my life and brought both hands to my face. This is just the worst.

And on top of that, I'm starving. And there was no food around.

This must be one of his tactics, he is trying to starve me so I end up caving in just for the taste of some food in my mouth. WELL GUESS WHAT, DUMBASS?? I'M ACCUSTOMED TO NOT EATING IN A WHOLE DAY! 

…but truth be told, I didn't eat last night because of the emergency. So my stomach is hurting like crazy asking me to give it anything.

My only option now is either stare at the ceiling…or try to sleep some more.

But if I fall asleep they may come for me and take me elsewhere.

So I laid down again on the bed, looking at the white ceiling for a while… My eyes began to close themselves… Ugh, I'll just sleep for a moment.. I'll be alerted easily if someone tries to come inside… And I will teach them a lesson…

#zagreusfics #RoxReyes #Im not gonna tag it with Miguel because I dont feel comfy yet of people I dont know finding this xd #these are like 10 pages so enjoy #well 9 and a half but you get me #lots of salvadorean slang with Rox btw #this was a good practice of going between voseo and more neutral spanish #plus some help from some of my mexican friends with Miguel's speech xd

[commsroom]

i know it’s a popular idea, but i don’t think i can ever really be on board with the idea of lovelace having some big post-canon revenge tour. like, i can appreciate the catharsis of a good revenge narrative in other contexts, don’t get me wrong, but given the themes of wolf 359 as a show, and particularly the values lovelace expresses in her own character arc, i can’t see it as anything other than a tragic regression into the exact type of person she chose not to become.

“the whole epic rampage of revenge thing? isabel lovelace wouldn't do that. the terrible wretch that you people made isabel lovelace into? oh, she'd do that. but... i’m not going to be that person anymore. i’m going to be isabel lovelace again. even if i never have before.”

twice near the end of s3 hilbert calls lovelace isabel, sees in her some shared experience and reflection of himself and his willingness to do whatever it takes, by any means necessary, but he fails to realize that what he recognizes is the result of trauma inflicted on her largely by him. hilbert is a constant reminder of what lovelace has lost and what’s been done to her, and in some sick way that makes him the last link to her past. they both die, and she comes back, and he doesn’t, and she decides to be isabel lovelace again. i don’t think that’s a coincidence.

wolf 359 as a show seems to believe in the futility of revenge - all of dirty work, “and then what? who pays for this? who owns up for this murder? and for the one after this one?” - and places its faith instead in the power of individuals to break cycles of violence and abuse. and i think that’s relevant to the wording of lovelace’s final lines in the show: “look up some old friends, take apart goddard futuristics brick by brick... maybe go to disneyland? but first, i’m going to take a long vacation, somewhere warm and quiet, where nobody has any idea who i am.”

lovelace feels a sense of duty in dismantling goddard and holding them to account, but it’s a world away from the all-consuming ire and drive for revenge “run and hide” contained. i think that’s where the focus should be. it’s not about hurting the people who hurt her, not anymore. it’s about preventing them from hurting anyone else. it’s a final act of love and closure for the people she couldn’t save, to say: i’m still here. i remember you. i’ll make sure your families know the truth. i’ll make sure they never hurt anyone else, ever again. i can’t bring you back, but your deaths won’t be in vain.

i think it’s important to emphasize that lovelace is NOT a violent person. she doesn’t want to be. she doesn’t enjoy it. whatever she may have been driven to by fear and trauma and desperation, she chooses to be isabel lovelace, and that’s not the person isabel lovelace is. i hope she does help take goddard down. structurally. brick by brick. and then i hope she lives a good, peaceful, happy life, in the memory of all her loved ones who couldn’t. like minkowski in boléro: “so that we never forget how important it is that we're still here.”

#wolf 359 #w359 #isabel lovelace #i hope this doesn't seem confrontational at all it's just. #something that's been on my mind for a long time #i have some other tangential thoughts that i might get into later about. revenge in wolf 359 and how the alternative to that #isn't exactly forgiveness #it's about. healing it's about choosing to end cycles of violence and trauma and saying. i won't let you hurt anyone else #and i won't enact hurt. no matter how much i want to or how much you may deserve it. because taking away the power to do hurt #matters more than retribution #and that does kind of tie in to wolf's overall stance on rehabilitative justice #and it's very human. that someone can be an irredeemable monster to one person and someone else's best friend #obviously to differing degrees of severity but. there's something to it. #i do think jacobi and lovelace could potentially parallel each other in a post-canon scenario but it's because they've both #been in that place of all-consuming desire for retribution and had to step back from it. in their own ways. #and they're kind of the outsiders in a way because they've both lost Their people. lovelace is closer to the others than jacobi by FAR but. #it's not the same. #also re: clones in wolf 359 and how they're on opposite sides of that. experience. #the tiamat logs suggest maybe each clone is a little bit different in subtle ways but i think it's worth considering that maybe #they are identical at the moment of creation and the 'differences' the aspects of them that are amplified are a result of #minute differences in their experiences and ways they're treated from that point forward #but that the potential for all of those things was the same in each of them #there's also something about the use of names in wolf 359 #especially how often Full Names are used as a way to assert identity #to say #no matter who you become. what version of yourself you cultivate. you are still Yourself and no one can take that away. #it's a choice. and there's something powerful in that. #anyway. getting away from myself here.

[nani-nonny]

Okay!! I read ch 10 and lord help me because i need it!

Starting with April dragging shopping cart full of things and i don't blame her, almost the whole family needs it and i feel older leo will get into trouble for exposing himself, idk if the rest of hamato knows about what he did.

When barry explained the mystic power my brain kinda stopped working (i have 1 beain cell, have mercy), but ifhe really hit the jackpot on who they are? Damn that'll be either great detective skills or new level of common sense 😂

My god i feel bad for the rest of family because they're worried sick while the leos are off to fucking dreamland xD

" Surviving death " BOY THAT'S A BADASS LINE! I LOVE IT!! YES THEY'RE GONNA SURVIVE DEATH!!!❤💜🧡

You know the part where leo tries to give his mystic energy? Zip zapping? Yeah my brain got fried trying to read it 🥲

I read the spoiler 2 of ch 10 but damn seeing the thread fall makes me gets worried they actually failed.

Raphael smiles, a snaggletooth making itself known in the corner of the snapper’s mouth. ( you don't know how much this made me happy, after 10 chapters FINALLY THEY MEET)

Honestly the whole time i thought the ghost brothers are in their own colors, orange, red & purple instead of white.

" And just as the moon begins to fade, so does Raphael " NO DON'T DO THAT!! THEY ALREADY MET

" Draxum’s eyebrow raises in pure confusion " trust me barry, that my same reaction like BOY WHAT ARE YOU ON?!

And of course we gotta add everyone's insecurity, it's a hurt/comfort fic after all.

Casey jr finally got his phone and it's light blue!! Like a mini leo/blue!

And this got me confused “How is he, Little Blue?”

Ooo let’s see what you thought! I’ll respond to every thought but basically thank you for reading!

And here’s my reaction to your long response <33:

Anyways, a kind of a long post :)

Starting with April dragging shopping cart…

Yellow bringing supplies is absolutely necessary with all the near-death-experiences the Leonardos keep having /hj.

And everyone already knows that Leonardo exposed himself! (Ch.6: Voices)

Yellow’s eyes narrow in frustration as she looks down at the ground at the reminder, “Casey and I asked a bunch of people in the neighborhood but everyone was either busy trying to salvage what they can or gave us vague answers. Apparently, some green giant was running around evacuating the city and someone said my mom must have gone with a group.”

Purple’s eyes lock on Leonardo who immediately understands.

“That was me,” the elder answers.

Yellow’s eyes slowly widened, “That was you?”

The family hasn’t gotten around to deciding what to do from that point on because of situations. (The situations being the injuries of course haha)

When barry explained the mystic power…

I tried knowledging it up for Draxum’s mystic explanation because he’s a warring-warrior-scientist, but basically Leonardo’s running out of battery power (because of the “voices”) so he’s using backups and Blue is the glorified battery charger. The phone and charger duo lol

I feel like Draxum’s thought process being the voices that Leonardo hears is: “Who else but his clingy family members would bother to stick with him for this long?” /j

My god I feel bad for the rest of the family…

The Leos in “Dreamland” (+ F!Raph and F!Mikey):

“Surviving death”…

F!Mikey living up to his “badass mystic warrior” title fr

You know the part where leo tries to give…

See Little Blue’s dot/fire-center-thing? v

I imagine that as his center (kind of where his heart is), when he was doing the defibrillator zip-zap thing, he’s taking a piece of it, balling it up to make it smaller for easier transit, then sends it down his arm directly to Leonardo’s center to explode throughout Leonardo’s body like an electric shock

Hopefully that helps!

I read the spoiler 2 of ch.10…

Everyone’s fine, we just need Draxum to go to the Hidden City to find the damn mystic herb. No worries :)

Raphael smiles, a snaggletooth making itself known…

Leonardo finally reuniting with Raphael was actually not what I intended when planning out the story. He was supposed to officially meet F!Mikey first a few chapters back, but things went awry in writing so I moved it to here and changed the brother. But I suppose technically the brothers haven’t officially-officially reunited.

Honestly the whole time I thought the ghost…

Teehee, they’re supposed to be in their personal colors *plays menacing piano noise*

“And just as the moon begins to fade, so does Raphael.”

THE STARS CANT COME AT NIGHT WITHOUT THE MOON, BUT WHO IS THE MOON????

“Draxum’s eyebrow raises in pure confusion”

Listen, the old man doesn’t remember everything mystic-related, and he’s absolutely confused why Blue of all people knows something mystical hahah

And of course we gotta add everyone’s insecurity…

I just wanted to share a little insight on how they’re feeling teehee I have to remind everyone I can cross the threshold of entering angst at any moment if I wanted /j

Casey Jr finally got his phone…

Purple would’ve made it a completely other color that isn’t any kind of blue just to spite the old man but we’re not at the point of making jokes with the old man lol

“How is he, Little Blue?”

It’s in ghostly italics, so it’s one of the voices, but whose? *rubs hands manically*

#nani nonny answers #whispers of distant souls #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #tldr: long answer to a long question <333

[thiefxking]

I want to get this down somewhere and I'm not entirely happy with it but it's a rough outline of something I see happening with my Link. This is for the Fallen Hero, aka the Hero of Time that failed.

CW: Torture, Blood, Death, Ghosts, Curses

idk what else but if I missed something let me know.

"At last I have you, Princess. You and your companions hid well, but I knew having the hero here would lure you out eventually." Ganondorf was pleased.

Link wanted to twist and escape from here, maybe to go back to the forest he'd left... he didn't know how long ago but it had been years for certain. He was dragged forwards by the Stalfos, one on each side as though he could walk on his own with all the damage done to his feet and legs. The skin on the soles of his feet hurt at the simple thought of standing on his own forget about doing anything else and even if he could the way the bones in his legs had healed would make getting more than two steps excruciating.

"We will never surrender to you!" Zelda cried back.

Link wanted to smile at that, at the defiance in her voice, but could hardly keep his head up. The potion he'd been forced to drink sapped him of his energy, something he expected given the dark orange color of it, and he was hardly able to stay aware of where he was.

The Hallway opened up to the ornate windowed room Ganondorf loved having him dragged to whenever he wanted to practice his magic on a living being. He shivered remembering the lightning that had been used last time he was in this room. Zelda and six others were being held across from Ganondorf who was laughing now. Link swallowed and tried to think of how he could get them free.

A glance towards Ganondorf revealed the Master Sword and Link vaguely remembered the Song of Time. That was it! He dug into his own magic reserves and carefully tugged at them, he had experimented some with his magic in the past. During his captivity Link discovered that if he was careful he could reverse time to an extent and now seeing Zelda and those he suspected were the Sages trapped as they were Link knew he had to free them.

Working slowly, carefully, Link wound his magic around each of them to loosen the curses that bound them. As he freed them he felt each one working to help him free Zelda. Just as he finally freed her from the curse upon her something struck him.

Gasping Link looked and saw the Master Sword driven through his chest, as though waiting for him to be aware of it pain raced outwards and Link shuddered. The blade seemed to darken, his blood tarnishing the once gleaming silver metal, and he slumped hearing two voices screaming. A flash of light appeared as he slumped to the ground, the Stalfos dropping him and running away no doubt hoping to escape whatever would befall them if the Sages reached them.

Link pushed with the last of his magic and gathered the sword to himself, floating away from the Sages and Zelda. He could feel as she, the Sword, tried to grab onto him but he ignored it for now as he quickly left the room, left the whole place. He passed Kakariko and saw someone watching him, the man on the rooftop, as he drifted past with the sword. Finally he found a spot in the woods near the Village, the woods near the base of Death Mountain, and he dropped her, the Sword, where she ended up partially buried in the dirt... no in the stone that the dirt was turned into by whatever magic still remained.

Relieved that it was over, that for now the world would wait for a new and better hero to save it Link let go. He allowed her to grab him and drag him away, his only lament was that he had failed the next Hero beyond saving the Sword for him and even that hardly seemed like enough. Link closed his eyes, ethereal as they were, exhausted and ready to rest.

Then he opened them, looking around startled to see a glowing blue ball bobbing around him. Something deep in his mind seemed to scream that this wasn't right but it was swiftly silenced. Link looked around, glancing down at himself to see he was taller than he felt he should be and wearing white and green where he last thought he remembered green and brownish red. Shaking it off he turned to go, he had a Kingdom to save after all.

#legends for the future || mun's writing #blood tw #death tw #ghosts tw #torture tw

[ejzah]

Can you write a story where kensi and deeks go to Tokyo to visit nell and Eric and stay at their place

The Most Amazing Place in the World

“Oh my god, I could stay here forever,” Kensi sighed, looking at a piece of maki roll sandwiched between her chopsticks. Deeks grinned, amused by her enthusiasm, and complete sincerity.

“In Tokyo? Well, I suppose we could check realty prices,” Deeks responded.

“No, I mean here. At this restaurant.”

“This is the first sushi restaurant we’ve been to, don’t you think you want to explore a few more options before you make such a drastic decision?” Nell asked. She and Eric sat on the other side of the table, little plates with various appetizers, rolls, and other delicacies spread around them. There were also a healthy collection of empty sake and cocktail glasses.

“Nope, I’ve found true happiness here,” Kensi decided.

“So my amazingly good looks, wit, and ability to lift moderately heavy objects weren’t enough to keep you satisfied?” Deeks teased, nudging her shoulder. She’d had a fair amount of alcohol too, which resulted in a. very happy and chatty Kensi.

“You’ll be too here, of course. Everything I love in one place.”

“I’m glad you guys are having a good time,” Eric said. He’d gone all out for the occasion, dressed in a mauve colored suit with a paisley patterned dress shirt. Naturally, Nell wore a purple dress with poofy sleeves and green accessories.

“Yeah, it’s been amazing. I don’t think “thanks” is enough to show our appreciation.”

“Well, it’s not completely altruistic,” Nell pointed out. She waved a piece of pickled ginger in their direction. “How else am I suppose to get my Shaggy and Wonder Woman fix? Seriously, I am so deprived of a good Deeks hug, and Kensi, zoom is nowhere near talking to you face to face.

“Aw, we missed you too,” Kensi said.

“Like cry ourselves to sleep when we realize you’re happily living in paradise without us miss you,” Deeks added. Nell rolled her eyes affectionately, listing to the side.

“Um, LA is pretty good too.”

“Then why did you leave us?”

“Because it doesn’t have, per Kensi, the most amazing restaurant in the world?” Eric suggested. “Plus, there’s the whole multimillion dollar corporation and all that.”

Deeks laughed, nodding in capitulation. “Ok, touché. I guess I can see why that my seem glamorous.” He held up a finger like he was about to make a significant point. “But you’re forgetting that you could be working long hours and have frequent near-death experiences all while under the watchful eye of a cranky boss with a gluten sensitivity.”

“Mmm, so hard to choose.” Nell made a thinking face. “But, I’m going to go with co-owner of said corporation.”

“Sellout,” Deeks teased. “Seriously though, we’re so happy for both of you.”

“We are.” Kensi lifted her drink, using Deeks as a support so she didn’t fall over. “To the Wonder Twins, spreading their amazingness far and wide.”

They all drank, not needing much nudging to continue the celebration.

“Ooh, guys, you might want to take it easy because there’s this super cool bar we wanted to show you when we’re done eating,” Eric said.

“But it’s like 9:30,” Kensi said with some alarm.

“Yeah, so we’ve got hours to party,” Eric agreed happily.

“Oh my god, I’m not going to make it,” Kensi groaned into Deeks’ ear.

“Welcome to Tokyo!” Nell shouted, tossing back a glass of sake.

***

A/N: I hope this was enjoyable. I’ve written several stories with Kensi and Deeks visiting the Meerkats, and always think that they’d get up to lots of odd shenanigans.

For the purposes of this story, Rosa decided to stay behind in LA with Roberta.

Thanks for the prompt!

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #neric #Eric and Nell #fluff #Densi and the Meerkats #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction