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not-so-mundane-after-all · 7 months

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It's late and I'm staring at these gifs, thinking about this episode and these scenes again and you know, fuck it, let's make a post about it that no one will read.

I'm honestly embarrassed it took me this long to realize this. When this episode aired, my man Dick Grayson was dragged for not getting this blade to work sooner and the reason why is honestly so obvious I'm ashamed of myself for not getting it sooner (I'm sorry Dicky, I should've known, I should have defended you my love)

Dick is a man of logic. And here he's dealing with magic, which is more emotion than logic. We see him struggling with this difference the entire season. He's told his love for Rachel is what will make the blade work (fyi I'm still recovering from that statement) and he spends the episode chasing after this monster he's supposed to kill and thinking how he is supposed to get this to work.

And he can't because he's being too technical about it.

Darling, you're not supposed to think. You're supposed to FEEL.

When does the blade show up? When the monster charges at Rachel, who's lying there on the floor, weak and defenseless. The monster charges at her with the intention to kill, she can't defend herself and Dick gets scared. This love, this very thing that is supposed to make the blade is what makes him feel scared. He doesn't think, he feels, and the blade shows up in his hand.

He is able to kill the monster and complete the ritual not because he figured out how to make the blade work or came up with a plan. He kills the monster not because of a theory of a threat that he was told about, not because of something that could happen if he didn't, but because he saw a real active threat to the person he loves, the person who couldn't protect herself, who was vulnerable and he reacted in the most natural, instinctual way - with the need to protect.

And I think that's fucking beautiful.

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theheirofthesharingan · 8 months

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As I'm nearing towards the end of my current fic with only the epilogue remaining to be finished (2k more words), I can't help be compelled to write another fic. An AU where Itachi lives. I'm heartbroken writing a Sasuke that's completely alone, that doesn't think he belongs anywhere in the world and goes to the places Itachi went and tries to find his comfort in the strangers because they remind him of his brother in some ways, that lives in guilt for the things he didn't do, that feels responsible for the things that weren't his responsibility in the first place. I'm tired of writing about Itachi who died without realizing how much he was wronged. I need to write an AU where Sasuke finds his home in his brother. And Itachi takes a harder path. Yes, he went through a lot, but him wanting to live even if it's for Sasuke's sake would be a good idea, because I'm so torn about them.

#itachi #sasuke #itachi and sasuke #uchiha brothers #i don't know WHY i made this post but whatever i guess #it's almost midnight #please i need to write this fic but..#mine

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pullakori · 9 months

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Febuwhump 2023

Day 28. "You're safe now"

TW: Mentions of torture, Questoning of one's sense of reality, attempted suicide

Charles didn' know how long he had bee there. The grey stone walls of his cell had become his new reality. Every day, he would wake up and fall asleep with the sight of them. His captors never moved him from the cell, instead, they would come in and beat him, cut him and leave him bleeding. Many times Charles had thought, that he would die from his injuries, when the wounds became infected and he was delirious with fever. But every time, his captors brought him back.

They would not let him escape, not even by death.

They wanted to use his powers for their gain, they wanted the power to control anyone and everyone. And for that, they had to break Charles. But unfortunately for them, it would not happen. Charles' mind was his greatest strength. It didn't matter to him if his body was broken over and over again, those people would never break his mind. Charles just hoped that his captors would realise it sooner, rather than later and this all would finally end.

And end it did, just not how Charles had anticipated.

He was woken up by the door slamming open. The last day had been a hard one and every small movement caused him pain. So, he just curled deeper into himself on his thin mattress on the floor, hoping that whatever his captors were about to do would knock him quickly unconscious.

What he got instead, were careful hands running over his body, before he was pulled into someone's lap. Charles whined, as the movement made the pain of his body flare up.

"Charles?" The voice was familiar and Charles had to open his eyes to believe what he was hearing.

"Erik?" He was met with worried green eyes of his friend. "How..?" How was Erik here? No one shouldn't have even known that Charles was gone. He had left the school, he hadn't contacted anyone in any way.

"That's not important." Erik told him, holding him a little closer and stood up, his arms under the telepath's legs and back. Charles managed to move his aching arms around Erik's neck and rested his head against the older man's shoulder, breathing in his scent.

Erik carried him out of the room and the bright lights of the corridor forced Charles to close his eyes. He could smell iron in the air suggested just how violently Erik had forced his way into the prison.

"It's okay Charles." Erik murmured to Charles as they made their way through the corridor. "You're safe now." And it was only after those words, that Charles let himself go, letting the tears that he had been holding in for all this time to run down his cheeks as he sobbed quietly.

It was finally over.

But suddenly, he was let go and he fell on to the floor and Charles screamed in agony from the pain that the impact caused him. There was laughter and when Charles managed to push himself slightly up and open his eyes, he saw it was coming from Erik. It was disturbing, the voice was Erik's, but it didn't sound like him. Charles felt the terror grow inside of him. It was wrong. This was all wrong!

And like that, he snapped awake. He was still in his dimly lit cell, laying on his thin mattress and his body bruised and beaten. No Erik, no eerie laughter, no smell of blood. It had been a dream. A nightmare.

It dawned on Charles then, that his mind might not be as invinsible as he had thought.

...

The second time it happened, they made it outside. Charles was able to feel the fresh air and wind on his face for the first time in forever. It had felt so real that he had wept. And then he had woken up in the damned cell once again.

The third time it hadn't been Erik, but his students, his X-men, who had found him. They had been horrified to see their former headmaster in such state. They had gotten him out and in the blackbird. Hank had been there too and taken care of Charles' injuries. Charles had told him how sorry he was for everything that had happened, and this time, Hank had forgven him. Charles had cloaed his eyes as a huge weight felt like it had been lifted from his shoulders. When he opened them again, he was alone in his cell.

The fourth time, he had thought he was going to die from an infected wound on his back. The fever had made him delirious, and then he awoke in a strange infirmary. Erik was by his side and told him everything was alright. He had fallen asleep and woken up in that same comfortable cot multiple times, every time feeling a little better. Until one time he woke up back in the cell and for a while, he had thought that it was a nightmare. But no, it was the reality, and he didn't see that infirmary room again.

The fifth time, he had been adamant not to believe in his rescue. He fought Erik every step on the way, while the other man assured him that he was real and that Charles was finally safe. That he was free. Charles started to hope that it might be real after the first week he had spent in Genosha. Whatever drug his captors had given him had started to finally wear off and he had felt Erik's mind again. But right after that, he woke up in his cell again.

The sixth time, he stabbed himself with a kitchen knife and woke up.

The seventh, he drowned himself in a bathtub.

The eighth, Erik prevented him from shooting himself. They had both cried afterwards. Erik from the scare and Charles from the impossibility to know what was real anymore. Erik had stayed with Charles at all times after that and days went on. As Charles dared to hope that this time it might be real, the next morning he woke up in his cell. Again.

He had screamed until his voice was gone.

...

When Erik had heard rumours of a rogue mutant group that was causing trouble in the USA, he had started to keep a close eye on them. He could tell that they would be trouble and that was the last thing he wanted to bring to Genosha.

And eventually, he had heard that the group was building a some kind of a weapon to use against the humans. That was exactly what he would have been doing when he was still young and stupid. And it was somethig, that would most likely cause their people more harm than good.

So he contacted Beast, now the headmaster of Charles' school, and joined the X-men on the mission to make sure that the weapon would never see the light of day.

What they had found instead of a weapon, had made ice fill Erik's veins. It had been Charles, bruised and feverish in a dirty and cold cell. He had hurried to his friend's side and pulled him to his arms. The telepath haf let out a small whine as he was moved. He had seemed exhausted and malnourished, way too skinny and light in Erik's arms.

"Charles?" Erik had called his friend's name, trying to wake him up at least a little, if it wad possible.

But Charles had just shook his head slightly.

"No... Please no more..." He had sobbed and tried to push Erik away.

"It's alright Charles." Erik had hurried to assure the distressed man. "It's me, Erik. We're here to get you out. You're safe now." But his words hadn't seemed to comfort Charles. On the contrary, his actions had only seemed to distress the other man more.

It was only in the infirmary of the mansion that he realised just how severe the situation was.

Charles had woken up few times for short perioids of time as he was recovering. Every time he had been convinsed that none of this was real. That he hadn't been saved and that Erik was not actually there.

"He is still recovering, and the trauma might be making him paranoid." Beast had explained. Erik could tell that he was feeling conflicted about the situation. He and Charles hadn't parted ways in the best of terms, but Erik doubted that he would have wanted anything like this to happen to the telepath. The younger X-men were clearly worried about their former professor.

Which was the reason why Erik was relieved that none of them were there when Charles woke up properly.

Erik was sitting on a chair beside Charles' bed and reading a book. He hadn't left Charles' side almost at all on the days that he had been recovering. Only leaving for a quick shower at one point, otherwise, he ate and slept in the recovery room.

The was a grunt from the bed and Erik was in high alert immediately. He closed his book and leaned closer to his friend, watching as he blinked his eyes open. But, to his dismay, he could see Charles' eyes fill with hopelessness once again as he looked around.

"No, no no no..." The telepath almost sobbed and Erik stood up from his chair so they could see each other better.

"Shhhh. It's alright Charles, you're safe. Youre back at the school." He tried to comfort his friend, trying to cover his hand with his, but Charles pulled his hand away like it burned.

"No! This is not real! You are not real!" Charles tried to scream, his voice horase from the lack of usage.

"Charles, please calm down." Erik tried to de-escalate the situation. Charles was clearly still out of it, but the problem was, that now he was bow much more mobile. Erik saw how his eyes darted around, until they stopped at the glass pitcher with water in it on the bedside table on the other side.

Erik didn't have time to move, when Charled pushed himself off the bed, pulling different medical equipments off of him and dropping to the floor, bringing the bedside table and the pitcher down with him.

"Charles!" Erik yelped as he started to round the bed..The pitcher broke into pieces and caused a puddle of water and small shards spread on the floor. Some of them cut Charles, but the telepath didn't seem to notice them, snatching a bigger piece in to his hand instead and brought it to his throat.

"No!" Erik screamed and gripped Charles' wrist which held the piece of glass and pulled it away from his neck.

"No!" Charles sobbed, trying to fight Erik, but in his state, he was bo match to the other man. Erik forced the telepath's hand open and drop the piece of glass and saw small cuts on his palm.

"Just let me wake up!" Charles tried to scream as Erik gathered him into his arms and away from the shards on the floor. His own pants were already getting wet, but he didn't really care as Charles tried to weakly fight him off.

"Please, Charles, this is real. Please believe me..." Erik didn't know how to convince his friend of the fact that he truly was safe now, so he just held him and rocked him, hoping that at least some of it could offer him some kind of comfort.

Charles' energy to fight was soon drained and he just cried silently against Erik's chest, muttering every now and then about how he just wanted to wake up. Every time Erik murmured to him, that he would be there every time Charles opened his eyes again, that this was real and that he was safe.

#no proof reading #it's almost midnight #you have been warned #charles whump #febuwhump 2023 #charles xavier #cherik #erik lehnsherr #this was the last one #thank you everyone for reading liking reblogging and leaving notes #it was truly the reason why i managed to write something for every day

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sanotherhplaceitonhidey · 1 year

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Hey... I just thought about something...

Uhm...

Imagine that the Fluffybird does Canon is done in the third season ...

But let's say there are "kisses" scenes and decide to make those scenes... but as they appear in some Fanarts...

and I know that many think of it as: YES FLUFFYBIRD BECAME A CANON

but now... take into account how the series really is...

Ehm...

How do I say it without sounding so bad...?

...

Okay, just think of this scene

Now taking into account the format of the series... think again about that kiss...

God...

I mean I would love it but... ugh...

I was traumatized thinking about that 🙂

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marble-pop · 7 months

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the man himself

#★ - Drivel Scribbles #art #ibispaintx #garfield the cat #garfield #garfield fanart #garf #garfposting #jon arbuckle #I spent all afternoon on this #It's almost midnight #I should sleep #fan art #my art #artists on tumblr #Bisexual

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mcwentfandomtraveling · 6 months

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The Iron Scorpions as Told by Ashiya

Quick a/n : So I felt like writing a very short fic for The Devil is a Part-timer fandom because a) I love it and b) there aren't a whole lot of fics for this fandom compared to others and c) especially Alciel/Ashiya doesn't have nearly as many fics...so...since this has been tugging at my heart for quite a while now I decided it needs to exist on my blog...anyways! Still anxious and depressed so please no constructive criticism yet! I know better then anyone that it's absolutely ass...it has mistakes...the formatting is off...the punctuation is horribly awful...but I'm just so not in a place yet mentally to do better...so please go easy on me! I really am not doing good with this kind of stuff atm. Anyways, my main sources for Hataraku Maou-sama/The Devil is a Part-timer are the anime and the manga since I don't have access to the light novel, but Ashiya to me is one big question mark ever since hearing what type of demon he is...and I'm just making my own personal headcanons and stuff that I'm adding to this fic about the Iron Scorpion clan or sometimes demons in general...so this is just my ideas and interpretations mixed with the canon material...hope that's alright!

Also I'm not specifying the gender of the reader and using they/them, and there's lots of my personal ideas for the Iron Scorpian clan...Anywho...

Warnings and just stuff to know/literary ingredients that make up this fic : Talks polyamory, demon mating cycles, marking mates, Y/n has a sort of "bouncy" personality idk it just what happened..alright 😅, Ashiya might seem OOC to some people but this is just how I picture him, anyways the fic is not inherently sexual...it just talks about mating, weird demonic scorpian demon anatomy, no beta (obviously), again tons of mistakes...I am aware of them, I'm just to tired and depressed to fix them, so kindly just ignore them to the best of your ability!

You have now been informed!

Fic is under the cut!

The Iron Scorpions as Told by Ashiya

The distant city sounds created a calming hum of white noise while Ashiya washed the dishes in the tranquility of the evening light's glow.

"Y/n" he said catching thier attention.

"Yeah" they responded stretching thier arms upwards as they sat at the table in the center of the room.

"It's quite nice having just the two of us in here" he remarked having a gentle smile on his face.

Y/n hums a "Mmm" in delight.

Ashiya smiles as he dries his hands on a towel, now having finished washing the dishes.

He sits down beside them as they lean thier head onto his shoulder, he smiles fondly at thier display of affection.

"You've been awfully quiet, what's on your mind" he asks, enjoying his lover's company.

Y/n gently wraps thier arms around his arm, as they continued to have thier head on his shoulder.

They quickly nuzzle his neck causing him to laugh a bit in surprise.

"Honestly, you..." he replies laughing softly.

Y/n hums in delight having accomplished the task of hearing thier beloved's laugh.

Ashiya looks at them smiling at the affectionate touch of his partner "Alright, what in particular is making you so desperate for my touch today?" He inquired smiling softly.

Y/n smiled and let go of his arm choosing instead to fall onto his lap dramatically.

They looked up at him feeling a bit embarrassed but decided to talk nonetheless.

"Well I couldn't help but wonder about you...I've only gotten to know you in your human form...but well...you're a demon...so I don't know you as much as I should, so I wanna know more about you...Alciel".

Ashiya's eyes widened in surprise, it felt nice hearing the name he grew up with since childhood come from thier lips.

His own lips softly hummed in delight, thinking about what he might say about himself before looking back awkwardly and coming up short of any ideas on where to start.

Y/n laughed softly.

"Mind if I ask some questions then?" They asked.

Ashiya nodded softly at the suggestion as he waited eagerly wondering what they want to ask.

Y/n took a deep breath and looked up at Ashiya.

"Well, I know you're from the Iron Scorpion clan and I know Maou unified the demon realm, but...I genuinely know nothing about you as a demon or your clan..." they said awkwardly.

Ashiya smiled and looked up feeling a nostalgic warmth of memories.

"Well...what in particular would you like to know about my clan?" He asked.

Y/n blushed awkwardly.

"Well for starters...you're called the Iron Scorpions, does that mean you guys have your own venom? And like a stinger?" They asked.

Ashiya smiled.

"Yes, we're called Iron Scorpions for a reason, we do in fact have venomous stingers, however they are our last means of defense...we typically try to defend ourselves with our own combat skills because our stingers are our last line of defense, if our tails are cut off then...well either we'll be rendered handicapped for life or it might kill us...so we try to be cautious".

Y/n smiled and noded, "So what happens if someone accidentally happens to trip and injure themselves on your stinger?"

Ashiya smiled, "Well our clan, I'd say we're quite good at alchemical medicines surrounding venom and poions in the demon realm, especially to cure our own venom when we sting someone by accident which rarely happens since we can control when we release venom, however accidents happen, unfortunately my knowledge of poisons and venom does not translate into pharmacology or any kind job here for that matter in Japan, mainly because we have very different elements and ingredients in our world, back in Ente Isla that is, a lot of the same too, but also different things which came as a result of having magic in our world when this one does not".

Y/n nodded, feeling excited learning about Ashiya to which he laughed happily at thier enthusiasm.

He looked back at them and said "Anything else you wanted to know?"

Y/n hugged Ashiya in delight unsure how to contain thier happiness.

"Yes please" they said, as they suddenly blushed.

Ashiya looked intrigued at this reaction.

"Oh, may I hear the question my love?" He asked.

They continue to blush as they look away awkwardly, "Um...do Iron Scorpions have a mating season?" They finally ask.

Ashiya laughs finding thier awkwardness endearing, "Yes, we have a mating season, typically in warmer months, but that doesn't have much bearing on me in human form, however if you're interested in experiencing a demon mating season and mating with me in demon form then I wouldn't be against it, we're already together afterall".

Y/n nods and asks "what does mating season include?"

He smiles and says "Well, typically the smell of pheromones gets us...in the mood...and I can assure you, your pheromones smell enchanting my love. In our clan we mainly start out making the mood right for our mates...like how you humans like to wine and dine your dates before sleeping with them, we Iron Scorpions like taking our mates dancing, then once the mood is right we'd take them back and sleep with them, now what you're most interested in is the actual mating process, correct?"

Y/n blushes and nods thier head up and down enthusiastically in response.

Ashiya laughs at thier reaction, "Well, alright then!like most demons we like claiming our mates! We can control the release or retention of our venom...so we end up stinging our mates to have our marks and scents cover them for others to know who they belong to, without our venom being used in the sting of course, and we also use our tails to restrain our mates, and our black scales vibrate when we churr, now remember that we're covered in black scales on most of our bodies! Now as for penetrative sex, well Iron Scorpions have a demonic version of a cloaca, it's similar but different then ones you've heard about, we can have penises and we can also have vaginas, so Iron Scorpions chose how they identify whenever they get an idea, all of us can impregnate and be impregnated, that's just how we are" Ashiya explains.

Y/n blushes and buries thier face into his shirt quickly as he gently holds them close.

"Was there anything else you wanted to know?" Ashiya asks as he gently rubs thier back soothingly.

Y/n regains some of thier composure to talk again, "Um, well...I heard that unlike how in humans monogamy is the norm, within most demon clans its normal to have many mates, is that true?" She asks.

Ashiya smiles and nods.

"Yes, it is! good job on learning that Y/n, it is true" he says.

Y/n smiles, "So...you know how we both also like Rika? Mind if we both confess to her and both be mates?" They ask.

Ashiya smiles affectionately.

"I'm very glad you're willing! Absolutely!" He said.

Y/n quickly cuddles him affectionately and nuzzles his neck again.

Ashiya laughs happily, "My my! You're quite cute my love".

Y/n hums in delight then speaks up again.

"Hey Ashiya, thanks for telling me more about you" they say.

He smiles, "absolutely my love, I'm glad I got the opportunity".

He hugs them and tightens his grip tightens slightly at the joyous feeling of having his lover close, he smiles and says "Now instead of explaining courtship and nesting, I'll let you experience it with the time we spend".

Y/n smiles, "I can't wait" they say and they stay happily in thier lover's embrace.

#shiro ashiya #alciel #devil is a part timer #hataraku maou sama!#x reader #gender neutral reader #hugs #hope you'll enjoy this weird thing I wrote #it's way to late at night rn so going back to sleep now #it's almost midnight #are you still reading this?#go drink some water #go eat something #take a walk #remember to love yourself #sending love and warm hugs

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