#so can a hatred run so deep that it becomes a kind of love?

[scr3wu9]

the romanticism in having a history with someone that can never be erased despite being on opposing sides the romanticism in never being able to rid yourself of the care for them that's shamefully rooted so deep inside of you the romanticism in physically needing someone to keep you from dying the romanticism in saving a person one hundred times over just so you get to be the one who kills them the romanticism in destroying the world when it doesn't end up being you

#man i don't even ship them like that #theres just so much here their dynamic makes me feel insane #if the man you hate is suicidal does that mean the worst you can do is keep him alive? #but then there are moments where they seem genuinely worried about each other #so can a hatred run so deep that it becomes a kind of love? #is the hatred just an easier way of showing care? when you've been told all your life to be emotionless? #when there's a power inside of you that could kill you? when the life you live doesn't allow this connection? #anyway smiley face! #bsd #soukoku #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #j yaps

[lawqual1ty]

Not so stoic... (Trafalgar Law x Gn! Reader)

Pov: After being saved by the heart pirates from the slavers you have managed to get under your captains nerves repeatedly with your overall life attitude

This is kind of a self insert I'm so sorry

Trigger warning: Mention of blood, autopsies, slavery (briefly mentioned), sharp objects, organs

Law had always been the serious type, calculating, analytical, heck some could even say the same ice age came to life in his heart making his gaze become the worse thing you can find yourself against...

That didn't seem to make you waver at all though... If anything you didn't care much, you had dealt with worse which now... Well needless to say you were making him quite angry

"Y/n-ya! Give that back!" You were running around with his bisturi while you laughed hysterically, you had just finished helping him out in an autopsy and now had offered your help to clean his tools much to his reprimands and his obvious discomfort at the idea of you cleaning up after the bloodied up mess.

"Come on! I'll leave them shinning and sharp I swear!" You kept running around the operation room followed by a very angry Law.

You were a pain in the ass for someone like Law... Ever since you joined he has had a hard time being his usual stoic self, you were such a happy go lucky person that it sort of reminded him of Luffy, almost like during shabondy he hadn't saved just a slave but had somehow managed to bring back an exact copy of Luffy.

Although you weren't exactly like him which pissed him off, besides that usual clumsy demeanor you had a smart side to you not many people got to see. Your deep understanding in history and human anatomy always impressed him, he found out as you entered once to the operation room during an autopsy and offered a helping hand.

He was wary at first but as soon as you put on your full bodysuit and mask like a pro together with two pairs of gloves and got to work his doubts were quickly shut down. You even went out of your way to give him tips on how to take the organs out without cutting through them and how to stop the body from dripping too much blood or lipids from the corpse. You were good and it made him mad knowing you didn't show that side often.

It got to the point sometimes your clumsiness would stick with him, getting rid of his usual stoic and serious self in about two seconds.

Whenever you walked together you would always manage to somehow trip him up, the way you zig zaged as you walked always managed to mess up his walking pattern making him either fall off somewhere or crash against someone.

Much to his annoyance.

But he would never admit he actually loved this side of you... He still struggled to understand how a person like you ended up in a world like this but was somewhat grateful you did...

Your mannerism reminded him that the world wasn't always all that dull or filled with hatred as he always thought, all he needed was a few dumb trip ups to remind him that a scraped knee or a messy needle were nothing in the grand scheme of things...

"Hey Law!" Your voice pulled him out of his trance as he felt how you firmly pulled him back by his collar, he was about to curse at you when all of a sudden he felt a gust of wind quickly pass by in front of him, making his eyes widen as he froze under your grasp.

You had just saved his thoughtful ass from nearly getting himself a quick run to the hospital thanks to a car.

"Jeez and you call me absent minded man?" A sonorous laugh could be heard from your lips. He could only blink in disbelief as you held him firmly by the collar almost like a kitten, although he was... Particularly taller than you.

"Since when... Are you this strong...?" He asked with clear surprise in his voice, you tilted your head to the side "Oh well... Since I started training? Although I still have a long way to go"

You let go of his collar with a smile, the path of cars cleared and you walked up ahead in your usual zigzag form, he stared at you for a bit before you turned around calling for him "you coming captain?"

A small smile formed on his lips, his step following behind closely behind you...

You may have ruined his stoic mannerism...

But seeing you like this...

It may be worth not being serious for once...

#trafalgar law #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar one piece #one piece fic #one piece fluff #trafalgar law x reader

[acourtofmarvels]

Miracle

Azriel x OC

Summary: Azriel's mate is Rhysand's sister. She died a long time ago by the hand of the High Lord of the Spring court. Something happens when the Inner Circle goes to Hybern...

(I should point out this is my first time ever posting something I wrote on Tumblr. I have wrote things before on Wattpad, thought I'm not very good. This is short but I hope at least one person likes it lol.)

I changed the ending of ACOMAF sorry not sorry. I liked the idea of this fic lol

Warnings: uh, murder and violence? (did i do this right?)

Word count: 2647

Azriel was never the same when she died. None of them were. She was family. A sister. A cousin. A best friend. His mate.

She was taken from them in such a surprise. The High Lord of the Spring court took her and her mother, for what? Hatred? Maliciousness? Out of pure evil?

Rhysand got revenge for his sister and mother. Azriel got his revenge for the woman who raised him, and his mate. Alongside the High Lord of the Night Court, who lost his life that day too.

Killing the High Lord and his sons, except for one.

Azriel and Rhiannon didn't find out they were mates for about 100 years. It was a shock to both of them. They never had the chance to accept the bond before she was killed.

"Tell me about her," Feyra whispered, running her fingers up and down her mates bare chest. Rhysand didn't talk much about his sister. None of the inner circle did. It was too hard on them. No one even mentioned her name, especially not in front of Azriel.

Rhysand had told Feyre what happened to his sister and mother long ago. And Feyre talking about Elain and Nesta reminded him of her.

Rhysand smiled as he remembered her. "She was kind, selfless. Stubborn and hard headed," he chuckled a bit. The sound of his laugh warmed Feyre's heart. "Her and Cassian were much alike. The two of them were always causing mischief. It drove our mother crazy..." Rhysand paused, trying not to get choked up. "She was strong. Hell of a fighter. We taught her everything we knew. Illyrian women weren't meant to be fighters long ago, thats why most of them got their wings clipped."

Just the mention of what they use to do in the past made his blood boil. He took a deep breath to contain his anger. "Father never wanted her to fight either. But everyday after training I would come home and teach her everything i learned that day. Didn't matter how tired and sore I was. And she would do it perfectly. Never faulting. She loved to fly. Father never clipped her wings but he didn't want her flying either. I always went with her or covered for her when she wanted to."

"Can I ask about her and Azriel?" Feyra was nervous to ask about the two of them. She knew they were mates but never got a chance to accept the bond.

Rhys moved the hair out of her face, staring down and admiring her. He loved that she got him to talk about Rhiannon again.

And he nodded simply at her question.

"Why didn't they accept the bond?"

"They were going to. There was going to be a wedding. Mother even made her dress. But then she... " He couldn't talk about her death.

"I don't know when the bond snapped into place for them but the night Azriel came to tell me, I knew something was off with him. I have never EVER seen Azriel that scared and nervous. Azriel is so good at hiding his emotions but that night..." A huge smile was on his face as he remembered. "I thought Az was going to shit his pants right in front of me."

"But I was so happy for them. Two important people in my life becoming mates... I envied Azriel for a while. That he found his person. I wanted that." Tears welded up in his eyes as he looked down at Feyre. He lifted her up so he could place a kiss upon her lips. "Now I have and when I look at him I... I feel guilty. His mate his gone."

"I understand. I feel it sometimes too. How can I be so happy when others are not? How is it fair?"

"We never got a proper sending for them. We never got their wings. I-I don't even know what he did with them." As Rhys began to cry all Feyre could do was hold him. She herself cried for her mate, feeling the pain he was feeling through the bond.

Azriel smelled it the second they entered the castle. He knew that intoxicating scent anywhere. No matter if it had been centuries, he would never forget. It had to be old. He knew she had been here before. Just two times in the past with Cassian for whatever mission it had been.

Azriel almost got sick to his stomach when they finally saw it. Right above the cauldron, pinned to the wall like a trophy... Her glorious wings.

Everyone knew who they belonged to the second they got there. Somehow Feyre even figured it out, never even knowing her.

"The trap was so easy, I'm honestly a bit disappointed you didn't see it coming." Faster than any of them could see, Jurian fired a hidden ash bolt through Azriel's chest. Mor screamed.

They had no choice but to go with the king.

***

"They are beautiful... Illyrian wings. I just had to get some for myself." The King smiled evilly. "I have your father to thank for that." He directed it that to Tamlin. He motioned his soldiers to remove the wings from the wall.

What more could he do? Azriel is dying. Cassian's wings shredded. He's turned the Archeron sisters into Fae. He plans to turn the human queens too.

"Daemati are hard to come by nowadays. Your sister was also one, wasn't she Rhysand?" None of them dared to move. Rhysand said nothing, curling his fingers into fists. "Daemati are powerful. To have one at my hands..." He ran his dirty fingers down the wings. He snatched them from his guards and without blinking he threw them into the cauldron.

The room filled with a piercing screech and a blinding light from the cauldron. The room shook as if there were an earthquake. When he light faded everyone stared at the cauldron, waiting. Just waiting to see what happened next.

Then it happened. A hand shot out, followed by another as a figure pulled themselves out of it. The King of Hybern smiled wickedly as his plans were coming all together.

Everyones eyes were wide, even the Kings own men were shocked. The woman who submerged out of the cauldron, a ghost, but never forgotten. Her eyes completely white and fogged over. Not a single emotion on her face.

"Come," The King's voice echoed, ordering the female to him.

"Rhia," Rhysand choked out. His sister didn't even look at him. She just went and stood by the King of Hybern, doing exactly as he said as if she were a puppet, and he were the puppet master. "Rhiannon, please. It's me." Rhys was pleading with his sister. To look at him. To show something, anything. Was it really her?

Mor screamed her name through her sobbing. With whatever strength he had, Cassian had to hold her back. He couldn't risk the King of Hybern hurting her too. Cassian pleaded for her also. But none of them could snap her out of whatever spell the cauldron put her under.

"Rhiannon," Azriel's voice was barely a whisper. He was going in and out of consciousness. Feyre watched as the white light flickered for just a second in her eyes.

"Call to her again," Feyre said to Azriel only.

"Rhiannon," Azriel said as loud as he could. Feyre saw that her eyes flicker again. Again, she spoke. "I love you, Rhiannon."

And just like that, her eyes turned back to her normal glowing purple and her hands were around the King's throat, her entire body pinning him down to the ground. Rhysand, Mor and Feyre, the only ones not completely hurt were up to their feet in an instance to fight off the soldiers running to their king.

"You will never be a god," Rhiannon hissed, squeezing onto the Kings neck as hard as she could until his head was separated from his shoulders.

She stood up slowly, rolling her shoulders back and cracking her neck. She turned around to see her family, dripping in blood but all alive.

Rhia looked down at her bloody hands, to her arms, her legs. Her body was completely bare. Her skin still glistening from the liquid of the cauldron. She was alive. She flexed her wings out as she realized she had them back.

She looked down at the ground, seeing Cassian and Azriel. Both of them bleeding out and barely alive. Her eyes met her brothers. He was the last thing she saw before she blacked out.

***

Rhiannon awoke with a gasp, clutching onto her chest, body flailing around in the bed she was in. She began to calm down once she realized where she was. Though the room was different, she recognized the townhouse anywhere. She couldn't remember how she got here or what happened. Darkness. She remembered darkness. How long has it been?

She looked around the room, only now noticing the many people sleeping on the floor and in the chairs. Cassian was hanging off the couch in the room, Mor opposite of him, her feet basically kicking him in the face. Below them layed her brother on a mattress, a woman unfamiliar to her tangled beside him. To their left was Amren, arms crossed over her chest and her head hanging back as she was asleep in the chair.

As she looked to her right she finally saw him. He was using his arm as a pillow as he was sitting in a chair but laying his head on the side of the bed she lay. She reached out to him, his shadows wrapped around her fingers. His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. She gasped and jumped back, eyes wide.

They stared at each other for what felt like minutes but was only seconds. Azriel made the first move as he grabbed her hand, winnowing them out of the bedroom and downstairs away from the sleeping others.

Images of what happened circled in her mind as she began to remember what happened in Hybern. "I heard you," Was the first thing she said, a sob escaping her mouth. Azriel placed his scarred hands on the sides of her face, tears rolling down his face.

"You were here and I still couldn't believe it. Madja said you may never wake up. It's been weeks. We never gave up on you. I never left your side. I'll never leave your side again." They held onto each other for a long moment, taking in this moment. Azriel dreamed of holding her in his arms every night. Against all odds, against everything, his dream came true. His mate was alive.

There was a loud thud upstairs making Rhiannon jump out of Azriel's embrace. Running, loud, footsteps shook the house as multiple people ran down the stairs. Azriel grabbed hold of her again, needing that closeness.

"Fucking move, Cas!" Was the first thing she heard from her brother as him and Cassian fell off the bottom two steps. Rhysand pushed Cassian's body off of him, looking up at his sister. Matching smiles came upon their faces as Rhysand jumped to his feet, pulling her out of Azriel's grip and into his arms.

"I thought I lost you forever," Rhys whispered into his sisters hair, kissing the top of her head. He pulled away just looking at her face. They're matching violet eyes both filling with tears.

"I couldn't save her," She shook her head. "I fought so hard Rhys. If not save myself then save her."

"I know, I know." Rhys soothed her, stroking his hand down the back of her hair. Rhys found the aftermath of the people who took them. There was at least 20 dead Spring Court soldiers. He and his brothers trained her well. "You're safe now."

"Okay, my turn!" Rhysand was pulled away from Rhiannon harshly. She let out a yelp as Cassian picked her up and spun her around the room.

"Easy, Cass. Don't break her." Amren barked behind him.

He set her down to her feet, kissing her cheeks and forehead. A goofy smile on his face. "I missed you too, Cassian." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek also.

"Simmer down, Az. You're stinking up the room." Mor joked, making everyone else laugh. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you."

"Aw, Azzy you want a kiss too," Cassian reached for Az, only to get punched in the gut.

"Finally, come here my sweet," Mor laughed, pulling Rhia to herself now. Kissing her cheeks just as Cassian did. Everyone finally got their hugs and kisses with Rhiannon. Most going back for seconds. Even Amren wanted a hug.

Azriel always had to be right beside her, needed to be touching her always. Wether that was a gentle hand at the lower part of her back, or holding onto her hand.

"Rhia there is someone I want you to meet." Rhysand held his hand out to the woman who had been quietly observing the reunion from the side. "This is Feyre. My mate."

Rhia almost began to cry again but she held it back. "Your mate?" Rhysand's smile was so big. "You found your mate." She placed a gentle hand on her brothers face, seeing how happy he was just by the mention of the female.

Feyre waited patiently for Rhia to acknowledge her first. Rhiannon approached Feyre slowly. This was it. This is the moment Feyre had been nervously thinking about for the past few weeks.

"You're so beautiful," Rhia beamed, a bright smile on her face. Feyre and Rhys both let out a sigh of relief. Rhiannon's eyes immediately went down to the tattoo covering Feyre's arm. Her eyes wide at realizing what it meant. "High-" Her sentence was cut off short by Feyre hugging her.

"It is an honor to meet you." Feyre said to her. Everyone laughed at the look on Rhia's face, certainly not expecting that.

"The honor is mine, my High Lady." Rhia did a small bow to her, before taking Feyre's hands in hers. "I've always wanted a sister."

"Hey! What about me?" Mor barked loudly, making everyone laugh.

"Just ignore her, I have no idea who she is." Rhia 'whispered' to Feyre.

"Alright just cause you came back to life and shit, and this is easily the happiest day of my life, doesn't mean I won't kick your ass." Mor jumped toward Rhia who started to run away laughing loudly.

That laugh. That laugh is music to everyone's ears.

"Mother save us," Amren muttered, shaking her head.

As the moment came by, Azriel grabbed his mate, shielding her from Mor. A rare smile on his face.

"Ha!" Rhia laughed, pointing at Mor who couldn't get past Azriel's wings.

"So not fair." Mor pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You can't hide behind him forever. He'll have to walk away at some point."

"Who says I'm ever leaving her side?" Azriel challenged. Mor rolled her eyes dramatically.

"So are we gonna be planning a wedding soon?" Cassian spoke up, wiggling his eyebrows and sending a wink at Rhia.

She suddenly got nervous, stepping out from behind him so they could face each other. "Do you still... Do you still want to accept the bond?" Rhia didn't know how long it had been she she died, but she knew it had been a couple centuries. What if Azriel found someone else? What if he's already married and fallen in love with someone else?

It was if Azriel could see exactly what was going on in her mind. Maybe he felt her sense of nervousness and fear through the bond.

"I have loved only you for centuries, and I will love you for many more." Azriel cupped her face in his hands, pressing a kiss to her lips. "I am yours, forever."

"And I am yours."

Acotar Masterlist

#azriel x oc #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel imagine #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #acotar imagine #acotar #cassian #rhysand #a court of thorns and roses

[vicioussickle]

ok hi welcome to a very long and image heavy post about the toxic yaoi story of astor the shitty wizard and skooga the wretched footsoldier...

come and ponder this wretched orb...

(this ended up so damn chaotic and messy but very on brand for tumblr infodumping i guess... this started off as just pasting a thread but it became a lot longer and informative because i realized i haven't really shared backstory here... im always yappin on twt they can never truly silence me.)

ok, also, this isnt a "ship" for the sake of romance, really, its very toxic intentionally... I feel I have implied throughout my drawings that he and skooga have something depraved going on too…. It’s skooga that initiated the pursuit, ironically too.. he wants to piss off his mom…

Wretched mommy does NOT like Astor at all due to her own history with the shitty wizard cult… she does not want her wretched son getting involved with that stuff either and it scares her that he’s pulled the wool over master kohga’s eyes… deep in her orb she has a bad feeling…

skooga hates hates his mommy as he gets older… he doesn’t remember her involvement with that cult (intentionally) but he does remember her in a way he internalized as abusive… her grief…

lamented on here:

He resents having to be raised by his brother too, he truly hates everyone and everything so ofc a freak who wants to bring forth the end of days is appealing to him, and his mommy don’t like it so he likes it even more…

i always imagined that it was due to the yiga's lack of allies otherwise that they even accepted the cult to integrate with them... (i DO have my own wack theory that the cult ARE sheikah but thats for another post. im trying really hard to make this just on toxic yaoi.)

my fanfiction is something of an au i suppose because i combine the events of aoc and make them become botw, the calamity does still happen, its just prolonged a bit... what will be will be!

skooga found the goddess harp in the woods as a child while following around his sister and link... and he's once again reminded of it while following along with astor. like. its fucking real:

skooga also has his own sort of.. political agenda? too big for his tiny shorts... he wants to run around unmasked, they all should. they shouldn't have to hide who they are, the lives they end should very well see their faces as the last thing they see. he doesnt want to be covert and anonymous... so he brings up the harp and working undercover in the castle... (shay tags along as well on the research team, she loves digging up the guardians and playing in dirt... in totk shes a depths researcher)

so he gets his wish~

he becomes the court poet, all while his songs are passed back to the yiga clan and astor as intel... i think astor knows something about that harp tho... it IS a relic of the goddess, much like the master sword... it has been passed down through her hands herself... it's been known to control time, open portals to hell -

why IS there no shadow temple in the hyrule of botwera? could it be because of the kings prior refusing to accept the bloody history of greed and hatred that comes with the land...? perhaps it lies in wait and just needs that sacred melody again... or maybe their sage is taking A NAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so the harp is a valuable asset... i like to imagine that the cult practiced bizzare tantric-adjacent rituals, and it gets weird... most likely how they all ended up being killed by the very thing they were worshipping... all but astor, he is bound to the calamity and probably has it's insentient voice in his head at all times too, astor was chosen as it's conduit to feed the beast... (as is his own demise...) it doesn't bother him tho, he enjoys the servitude.

he also enjoys toying with skooga in the same way a lunatic would torture an animal too... because skooga is kind of naive and trusting when he isn't running his mouth... and i feel like it's also a weird.. chain of command thing... he gets off on watching him do what he says, all of them, while knowing he is going to kill them all... skooga is good for milking little bits of malice.

side note: blahblah sexuality blahblah skooga never found himself attracted to women. i'd say he's quite content and comfortable being a man also, but often thinks of himself and behaves as very effeminate... hes a gay boy. A BISHONEN. ok, alright. he still worked for his mother as well... to be honest, as he became an older teen-young adult he just enjoyed gossiping with the women, especially when they had raunchy stories to tell about the royal guards who he saw regularly now as the court poet... even link's father perhaps... i wonder why the court poet doesn't think link comes from "nobility"... hm... perhaps his father liked banging whores. maybe he really liked to drink...

(more things for another post. the kids' mother grew up during the time when the sheikah were totally banished from the kingdom... as it wasn't until zelda was born, canonically, that king rhoam set out to repair that allyship... long story short for this post - the father was murdered by a royal guard because it was technically ok by the law)

Now and for context.. this takes place right after skooga’s failure flop attack… he never wanted to hurt zelda either… he was hoping to scare her and link and drive them away out of the desert… he needs to make it look like he ain’t gone soft for her too… (hes a big star, hes the court poet AND the asshole in the yiga memory!)

It works out not great, it turns out link is actually terrifying with that cursed blade… Astor also urged this attack because it would serve as a distraction while he prepares to reap the orbs of the others… he would also be delighted seeing the yiga kill their own for treason...

Then ofc zelda knows what’s going on too… she’s always sort of sensed something in her ~court poet… he’s always been on edge and hateful towards link… she can’t blame the wretched guy tho. At this point she doesn’t even value her own life. She can’t do what she’s “meant to”… this is why he sympathizes and relates to her... out of everything he's got going on, he actually enjoys the court poet gig... he wants to learn more about ancient history too... the ancient history of his people... the reason why they divided... it really hits him that his father was murdered for simply being. he never really thought about those things until venturing out among others. his sister talked about it but he called her a annoying. He doesn't want any more wars, he doesn't want to be divided, he think's zelda's father is trustworthy... he truly believes in his people's ingenuity, and has faith in their allyship... he isn't using them...

it then very suddenly hits him that that is what exactly astor is doing.... he has an existential crisis with impa:

it is all much too late, tho...

skooga worked as an excellent distraction and many were killed...

i never really thought about it until now, but he probably carries a certain grief with him as well... he was as close as one could be with astor and he went along with it. his own grief blinded him too... he was just like his mommy 💔 so that's that on that, got a little off topic in some spots but i tried... if i think of anything else that i should write a deep dive on i will... or if any of u here want to ask about anything specific always feel free. tldr; its really just. naive young man gets bamboozled by an old creep. is that a trope? idk. its toxic yaoi.

#the legend of zelda #age of calamity #breath of the wild #botw #astor #oc #skooga #fanfiction

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi there, can I request Female!Tanjiro Reader with Yandere Hercules, Jack, Thor, Loki, Hades, Poseidon, Buddha and Zerofuku who’s very protective of her sister, even though she’s a demon, and is very kind, empathetic and innocent, even after all she went through with her family’s death, she still treats others with kindness even from dealing with all the trauma and pain she faced becoming a Demon Slayer all for the sake of finding a cure to turn her sister back (Being very helpful with cleaning, cooking, playing with some both human and god children and help around with some labor)

However, beneath her kindness lies a deep hatred and animosity towards Muzan for killing not only her family but others, and she becomes incredibly enraged by the Gods’ and even her God Opponent’s comments during her fight with their desire to end humanity, thus she very coldly and emotionlessly asks them “Such disregard for human life. What’s so amusing about this? What do you take a human life for, exactly?” Which shakes everyone, even her opponent to their core since the whole time Y/N’s been encountered she’s been nothing but warm and kind, help others

However the fight ends with Y/N refuses to kill her opponent, stating that he has a family that no doubt doesn’t want to lose a loved one and he can learn to be humble, only for him, in an act of hatred target an attack at her sister, which she rapidly runs at her and takes the hit, with her opponent trying to kill Y/N for embarrassing him for losing to a Human (Only for one of her Yandere’s to swoop in and quickly kill him because he couldn’t take his loss)

Sorry if this is a lot, I love your writing!

-Many knew about you, gods, demons, and humans around Valhalla, you were a swordswoman, looking for a cure for your sister, who had been turned into a demon by a cruel demon when you were on earth, killing the rest of your family.

-You spent time wandering around earth, looking for a cure for Nezuko, before you were both sent to Valhalla after an accident.

-You were grateful for Nezuko being transported with you, as you didn’t want to lose her, but as she was now technically dead, she wouldn’t burn away in the sun, so she had fun playing in the warm sunshine after so many years being locked away.

-You were a sweet person, always willing to help others, running errands, carrying Nezuko in her box with you, babysitting both human children and god children, keeping them occupied, all with the hopes of getting information that would help change Nezuko back.

-Many were stunned that you were so sweet and gentle to everyone, despite losing your family, the challenges you faced becoming a Demon Slayer, and dealing with not being able to protect Nezuko when you were alive.

-You kept the negative emotions locked away, not wanting anyone to see them, as you were in a better place now, a place full of magic and powerful people, never giving up hope that Nezuko would be healed and then everything would be all right.

-You met all sorts of people in Valhalla, gods and humans and a few demons who were willing to speak with you, making friendships all over the place with people who liked you, they could tell you were strong, but you were so gentle at the same time.

-You didn’t hesitate to fight for humanity when asked, because it you died, Nezuko would be all alone, as she was a demon.

-Your opponent was a cruel man, who delighted in killing humans for fun, toying with you, even being so bold as to trying to attack the box on your back that kept Nezuko safe, as you needed the weight to balance you out, as you trained with her on your back, you needed her.

-Nezuko was allowed to be there on your back in her box, but she was not allowed to fight alongside you, something you had to tell her which made her pout, but she promised not to fight.

-You had a deep gash in your side, a stab wound that he pulled out sideways, and you had blood dripping down one eye, blinding you temporarily, panting heavily as your god grinned evilly, “You’ve been so much fun to play with! I can’t wait to end you!”

-You swallowed hard, your gentle eyes narrowing into a dark glare, “What’s so amusing about killing another? Is killing humans something you gods enjoy doing?”

-Your words shook many people to the core, gods included as your rage bubbled over, furious at Muzan for killing your family and changing Nezuko, taking everything from you, and to hear this god laughing, thinking killing humans was an amusing thing, you looked downright murderous.

-You set Nezuko’s box down and she popped out, calling out to you from behind her mouthpiece, “Stay there Nezuko.” She nodded, peeking out of the box as she could tell you were mad.

-You easily charged at your opponent, slicing off an arm, the same one he admitted to ripping the hearts out of humans with, making him scream before you leapt back, “You bitch!” you charged again, easily disarming him of his weapon, stabbing him in the leg before leg sweeping him.

-You pointed your sword right between his eyes, glaring down at him, “Unlike you, I’m not a monster. I will spare your life. Return to your own family.”

-Jaws were dropped all around as you were announced the winner, turning from your former opponent who was in shock that you spared his life, even after he threatened your own, even Nezuko’s.

-The god then shouted, “Don’t fuck with me!!” he leapt up and darted at you, but he went right past you, lunging for Nezuko.

-Your eyes went wide as he lifted his other hand, going to pierce her and you had never moved so fast before, leaping in front of her, his hand going right through your midsection.

-You coughed out blood as you fell, a grin appearing on his face as he laughed cruelly as Nezuko was in tears, holding you as you couldn’t breathe.

-He picked up your sword, ignoring the crowd and the orders to stand down, going to kill you both and instantly he froze, his head being sliced clean off.

-Your vision was blurry, unable to see who saved you, but Nezuko called out, so you knew it was someone you both knew as she would have growled otherwise before everything went dark.

-You woke up what only felt like hours later, but the valkyrie nurse who was there was so happy to see you awake, telling you that you had been out for almost two weeks now.

-You tried to look around, looking for Nezuko before the door opened, and you relaxed, seeing Nezuko in the arms of-

-Hercules- He was beaming brightly, seeing you awake as Nezuko leapt out of his arms, her arms going around your neck as she was in her child form, patting your head gently. You couldn’t move but you were able to brush your cheek against her, “Nezuko- are you all right?” she pulled back, her hands on her hips, looking a bit smug, completely fine before Hercules spoke, sitting next to you on the bed, “She is safe Y/N, you kept her safe.” His large hand was warm as it cupped your cheek as you asked what happened. He looked a little embarrassed, pulling back, “I-I didn’t want to lose you, Y/N. When I saw him go after your sister, I couldn’t stop myself and I killed him right after he stabbed you.” You smiled softly up at him, your eyes closing, “Thank you Hercules, I’m glad you were there to save us both.” He beamed and told you he was going to remain nearby, as he wanted to make sure you were okay.

-Jack- He exhaled as he saw that you were awake, seeing the nurse had told him the truth, as Nezuko wiggled out of his arms, running over to you, her hands cupping your cheeks as you smiled up at you, “Nezuko…” Jack took a seat next to you, brushing your bangs out of your eyes, “I’m glad to see you finally awake. You gave us all quite a scare back there.” You apologized, your voice weak, but he wasn’t angry, sighed softly as the back of his hand brushed against your cheek, “I’m just glad that you’re all right, Miss Y/N. Miss Nezuko and I have been quite worried about you.” Nezuko nodded in agreement, calling out slightly from behind her mouthpiece as he spoke again, “I am truly grateful I was able to get to you both in time. When I saw him stab you, I-I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry.” You gave him a soft smile, thanking him for being there, which made him smile.

-Thor- He seemed to deflate if you had to describe it, his shoulders sagged lightly as he relaxed, seeing you smile over at the two of them. He set Nezuko down on your bed and she was instantly hugging you, crying loudly, her arms around your neck, Thor saw you wince once or twice, but you did nothing to reprimand her, you couldn’t. You smiled at Thor, a soft look in your eyes as he spoke, “How are you feeling?” you swallowed hard, your throat a bit dry, “Sore, but that means I’m alive, right?” he chuckled softly, taking one of your hands, holding it carefully, “You are, only barely. You gave the nurses a few scares.” He felt you squeeze his hand gently before he spoke, “We’ve been visiting you every day since you were brought here. Nezuko is stronger than she looks.” She puffed up, looking a bit smug while you chuckled softly, smiling up at him, “Thank you for saving us, Thor.” He nodded softly, giving your hand a small squeeze, “I didn’t want to lose you.” His declaration was surprising, but you smiled softly, your eyes closing.

-Loki- Almost instantly both of them were on your bed, crying loudly as they hugged you, you groaned out in pain and Loki pulled back, “You’re awake! You’re really awake!!” you were very weak, smiling up at him as your eyes were a bit hazy, “What happened?” he pulled back, sitting next to you, pouting, “That dummy went to attack this cutie here-” ruffling Nezuko’s hair which made her laugh lightly, “-before you took that blow. I then separated his head from his neck for touching you.” Your eyes were a bit wide before you smiled, a few tears slipping from your eyes, which Nezuko tried to brush away carefully, “Thank you Loki, for saving us.” He puffed up, his hands on his hips, “Well of course, why wouldn’t I? I’m not going to let some low rate god take away two of my most favorite people in the world!” Nezuko leapt into his arms, hugging him as you smiled up at him, hearing his words. Loki was blushing only slightly, realizing what he just said, but smiled down at you as he hugged Nezuko.

-Hades- You breathed in, seeing Nezuko was safe, her arms waving at you, wanting to get to you as Hades brought her over, setting her on the bed, “Careful now, Y/N is still in pretty rough shape.” Nezuko had her arms quickly around your neck, crying loudly, glad that you were awake. He saw your arm shake as you went to try to hug Nezuko, but he sat next to you, taking your hand, “Rest now, Y/N, you’re very weak. You’ve been out for almost fifteen days now.” You nodded, giving his hand a small squeeze and he stroked the back of it with his thumbs as he explained to you what had happened as you couldn’t remember anything other than that god going after Nezuko. He reached up, brushing a tear from your cheek, which surprised you as you didn’t realize you were crying, rubbing your cheek lightly, “I killed him after he tried to kill the two of you.” You smiled up at him, thanking him for rescuing you before he smiled, keeping his hand on your cheek, stroking gently, “Why wouldn’t I? You two have managed to worm your way into my life, I can’t imagine a day without seeing the two of you.” Nezuko held her cheeks in embarrassment which made Hades flinch before he laughed warmly, not bothered by his confession.

-Poseidon- You were surprised to see Poseidon there as he came over, sitting beside you and he opened his arms, letting Nezuko go as she sobbed loudly, her mouthpiece falling off. Your own tears welled and quickly fell as well, but Poseidon wasn’t bothered, brushing yours away gently, not liking the sight of seeing you in tears. He couldn’t believe that he was soft for not only a human, but a demon as well, as he grew attached to Nezuko, as he had been the one caring for her, bringing her to visit you every day. However, seeing you smiling up at Nezuko, speaking softly to her to calm her down, he was okay with it. Your eyes shifted to Poseidon, your voice weak, “What happened?” he was concerned that you didn’t remember anything from the incident, and he explained that you were nearly killed after protecting Nezuko and he intervened and decapitated the god who put his hands on you. He cupped your cheek, surprising you only for a moment as he glared, showing his emotions in his own way, “No other man is to touch you again. I’ll kill them.” You smiled softly up at him, hoping he was joking as you thanked him, making him relax only slightly.

-Buddha- Sighed deeply in relief, “Thank goodness you’re finally awake.” Nezuko instantly was in your arms, hugging you tightly, ignoring your groan of pain as Buddha approached, seeing a box of candy down for you, “Nezuko’s been dragging me here each day. She’s- sorry- we’ve been very worried about you, Y/N.” you smiled gently up at him, thanking him for his kindness after learning that he had been looking after your sister for the past several days. Buddha laid down beside you, propping his head up on his elbow as his other held your hand gently. You didn’t mind, as you were used to his openness with you and Nezuko, as he liked you both. You lost count on how many times he had fallen asleep on your lap, Nezuko on his chest. He told you about what happened after Nezuko fell asleep, laying her head on your chest. You were shocked that he came to your defense before he grinned down at you, “I wasn’t going to let my favorite napping buddies get hurt.” You smiled softly at him as he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb gently.

-Zerofuku- Instantly both Nezuko and Zerofuku were in your arms, crying loudly, both of them so happy that you were awake. Brunnhilde had to come in and pull them both off of you, scolding them gently that they had to be gentle with you, as you were still heavily injured. You couldn’t help but smile as they both sat on either side of you on the bed, Nezuko holding one of your hands up to her head, making you pat her head while Zerofuku was holding your other, “Miss Y/N I’m so happy you’re okay! When you took that blow for Nezuko I got so scared that I jumped out of the stands! When I saw him going to hurt you again, I got so mad that I killed him!” you squeezed his hand smiling up at the young god who had become basically your little brother and Nezuko’s big brother. Zerofuku was worried that you were going to hate him for killing another, as he remembered your words, his eyes full of tears, “You don’t hate me, do you Y/N?” you smiled softly, and Nezuko help you put your hand on his head, patting gently, shocking him as you smiled, “Killing another to protect someone should be the only reason to kill, not killing just for fun. I’m proud of you, Zerofuku.” He beamed at you and instantly they were both in your arms again, hugging you tightly which made you chuckle softly.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror heracles #ror jack the ripper #ror thor #ror loki #ror hades #ror poseidon #ror buddha #ror zerofuku

[lebenspurpur]

"don't do this to yourself"

AN: felt a little angsty today, this was pretty rushed - i apologize

Warnings: Vincent and Bo's canon suffered abuse, Vincent's self hatred, Vincent talks, don't really know how this turned out, i think that's it

Vincent refuses to lift his head, even as your voice hits his ears. Eyes closed with so much force, he can see bright yellow flashes behind his lid, he cowers on the floor. Like a coward. Like a child.

His mask lies a few feet ahead of him, ripped to pieces after yet another frightening look in the mirror. For some reason, he thought today would be the day on which he could look at himself without breaking down. He was wrong, once again.

Vincent hated the mask. It served as a perfect reminder of their mother, a reminder of what was wrong with him right there. He didn't know what was worse, the scar, or the mask.

He seemed to be having a lot more of these breakdowns lately. Funny, he thought it was getting better.

"Can I touch you? Should I leave?"

Vincent wants you to leave. God, he wants to face you, make you recoil in disgust and fear and horror. He wants you to become nauseous as you realize who you're living with. What kind of monster you allowed into your bed. He wants to take his knife and plunge it into your heart, bury your memory deep inside of him and release you from staying with him, in this rotten house, in this dead town.

Instead, he stays on the floor, shivering with disgust in himself.

Your hand meets his back. Slowly, you ease onto your knees next to him, palm rubbing soothing circles into the sweater he's wearing. As much as Vincent wants you to leave right now, your touch feels like a breath of fresh air, like summer rain after the heat.

"Vincent.", your hand travels up his back as you shuffle in front of him. He can hear the rings you wear clang against the tiles of the floor. Soon your hands rest on his shoulder, and even through the overwhelming warmth of his hands over his face, he seems to feel your soft breath fanning over his face.

"Don't do this to yourself.", your heart breaks at seeing him so frail. It doesn't look right. Such a strong, terrifying man, cowering on the ground.

Vincent feels your hands on his jaw, lapping over his own fingers. Your skin is so soft compared to his, so sweet, so healthy. Your knees touch his, and suddenly he feels like a child again, kneeling in front of his twin, curiously touching what looks like his own face, mirrored into something without any scarring, a perfect, ideal copy.

Soft lips touch his knuckles, and he wants to cry. To cry and sob into you, lose every tear he's saved up since he's been a teen, to fall into you and trust that you'd catch him.

"Promise me you won't run away.", Vincent realizes he doesn't recognize his own voice. The hoarse words sound like someone else said them.

"I would never run from you."

Vincent nearly scoffs in hatred, but his frustration quickly turns into blank fear as your hands peel his own away from him.

His eyes stay closed as cold air hits his heated face, face scrunched up in terror as if he's preparing for a hit.

The seconds of silence after you see his face for the first time are deafening.

Vincent knew all along that you'd be just like the others. He knew it, foresaw it. If only he didn't get attached to you. If only he killed you just like all the others, if only Bo had-

His entire system ceases to function as your lips find his, his own real lips, not the masked ones - he can't believe it, and you smile into him, into the scarred side of his visage.

Vincent thinks he went to heaven. You must have bludgeoned him with the hammer on the dinner table or something. This could not be true.

But as he opens his eyes, there you are, all smiling, eyes shining with adoration and trust and love, love for him. Gulping, he realizes he's shaking as he reaches out towards you, all trembling and shaking, fervently kissing you again while pressing you against his chest. He can't believe you're real.

#vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #slasher angst #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #Bo Sinclair #lester sinclair #hurt/comfort #slasher #house of wax 2005 #HOW 2005 #Vincent Sinclair angst

[omkookie]

Based on THIS Rio fic 🩷

Whew, this ended up becoming way longer than I intended it to be...😭

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere!Rio’s Misandry and manipulation, kidnapping + drugging. 15+ Not proofread.

“Okay, look. Listen to me.” He tells her while taking her cheeks into his large hands, and holding her face. “There is someone dangerous outside, and we need to be quiet.” His explanation confuses her, and she whispers in question, “Who is it?”

Satisfied with her calm response, he gently lets her face go. Then, he looks back at the door. “I’m not too sure.” He answers. She quirk a brow up at him, Wondering to herself if Rio was now a crazed lunatic or being genuine. 

Could he be telling the truth? Would there be any reason for him to tell her the truth? 

She asks herself what benefit there may be for him. There is honestly no benefit for him to be honest with her, He’s probably lying to keep her quiet. Maybe, he figured that if he lured her into thinking that there was someone dangerous outside she wouldn’t scream for help. 

She's never seen him like this, and she was afraid. For the first time in her life, she was afraid of HIM.  She was tied up. Her arms and legs were bound by thick ropes that were meant to prevent her from escaping. “Anyway, it’s alright, MC. Just be quiet.” He strokes her cheek with his gloved hand as if to comfort her, “I’ll take care of you now, and I’ll make sure that you never feel unsafe again!” His words scare her, and she tries to resist the urge to scream when he kisses her cheek. 

“Rio, please…” Her skin crawls when he kisses her. Despite that, he doesn’t look too bothered as he asks her, “Please what?”

“Please let me go!” She begs him.

He stares at her blankly, his poker face remaining completely neutral even when he sees the tears in her frightened eyes glistening. “Please don’t look so afraid.” He tries to calm her down, “I’ll untie you in a minute.” 

“Rio! Please just untie me already.” She musters a weak glare at him, trying to blink back her tears. “Why are you even doing this?”,  “Why?” He echoes, looking utterly confused by her question. “Because I love you.” He states simply. “You don’t love me! If you did, then you wouldn’t grope me while I sleep. You wouldn’t kidnap me either!” She retorts. 

Rio visibly grimaces, his hands tightening into fists for a moment as he considers her words. “Everything I’ve ever done was out of love.” He answers sharply before gagging her by tying a cloth around her head. “You tried reporting me to the police… But thankfully, they thought you were drunk because of how much you were slurring on your words.” He stands, and brushes off the dust left on his clothes by the crushed up pills he earlier drugged her with. As he gazes down at her he tells her, “I went through a lot of trouble to bring us here.” 

As tears run down her face, she closes her eyes shut, Hoping that this is all a nightmare she’ll wake up from.

…

A Camera?

Oh, how unfortunate! Did she not feel safe in the palace? Of course she didn't. She was surrounded by men. Men were disgusting, vile creatures. He knew just how terrible they can be, and just how much they must have scared her… Especially those Rhodolite princes. Rio's prejudice against his own kind astounds her, as well as his blatant misandry. How can he continue to rant and say such vile things about men? Seeing how deep his hatred ran made her uneasy…

And hearing Rio bash her friends, made her feel even worse. His manipulative tendencies were award winning… and even though she knows she shouldn’t listen to him, his words were slowly getting into her head. 

She snaps out of her thoughts when she hears Rio's voice, “We’ve been missing for so long that there are posters, as well as leaflets with our faces on them.” He says as he picks up the winter dress he bought her, and sets it down next to her before he brings his fingers behind her back to strip her. “At least, The police don’t think that I've kidnapped you or anything… I’m good friends with their chief. They surely think that something bad must have happened to us both.” The smile he flashes is so dazzling, so sickening. The fact that he was smiling innocently after kidnapping her and keeping her as a prisoner here was insane.

She doesn't know where she is either... She’s even lost track of time. 

All she knows is that there’s snow? So she’s no longer in rhodolite. What she doesn’t know however, Is that Rio has brought her to a far away country that shares borders with Achroite.

Rio strips her with a practiced hand, easily sliding her dress off of her before redressing her. She doesn’t fight against him, she knows better than to do so after countless tries, and he presses a chaste kiss to her forehead. “I’ll prepare dinner!” He says cheerily as he picks up her discarded clothing and heads towards the kitchen. 

Finally untied for the first time since being here, she gets up and walks over to the windows. She peers through the safety bars of the windows and feels a chill run down her spine as she observes the cold white snow. 

There was nothing but snow.

🩷 An: I think yandere Rio is like that one guy that everyone loves and respects, and so he would never be a suspect for anything bad.

Drugging the MC after she confronts him about touching him her like a creep is what I imagine he would do, because he doesn't want to 'hurt' her too much or do anything too forceful. The drugs would start taking place about half an hour after she sets out to go to the police in a carriage. Rio of course follows her and makes some excuses about her being drunk or something to the police officers since he's good friends with their boss. The police dismiss MC since they think she's spouting gibberish because of how she's slurring on her words. Oh, and they know she's good friends with Rio so she's safe with him. 💀

Poor MC y'all ✋😭

#ikemen prince #ikepri #rio ortiz #ikemen prince x reader #asks #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikeprince rio #ikepri rio #yandere fanfiction #yandere ikemen prince #yandere x reader #yandere #ikepri fanfic #cw;yandere❤️

[tsunderedoctor]

hello tsun!! hope you are doing well <3 i'd like to request [if it's fine!] some hcs for law, ace and robin with their s/o crying because they love them so much— maybe while you're looking at them or just doing some daily activities alongside them, anything really :)) and this burst of warmth overflows your whole chest and,,, boom all of the sudden tears streaming down your cheeks cause you love them unconditionally,,

and that's all!! if you do take this, don't feel pressured ofc <3 take all the time you need!! wish you the best ^^

As someone who would literally cry seeing Law, I understand your pain. I hope I did these well!!

Law isn’t the type to dwell into deep emotions (unless you count hatred-), so when he sees your tears he shuts down completely, unsure how to handle these feelings that are rushing through his body. 

He will more than likely retreat away from you, having Bepo take care of you in his disappearance, fears of his past coming to light, he just can’t handle the look on your face, it scares him. 

Once you are able to tell him your reasoning for crying, he can only find himself scoffing, cheeks tinted pink as he looks away. Really? And here he was worried about your well being!

Pats your head softly as he refuses to face you. The feeling of being so vulnerable makes him antsy and irritable, but never at you. Somewhere deep under all that trauma is a scared boy who is happy to know someone in the world is safe and loves him.

If anyone asks, he has NOT gone soft and he will make them his next experiment dummy if they keep it up!

Ace would automatically think he did something wrong when he sees the first tear fall down your face. His first reaction is to hold you close, begging you to forgive him for whatever  he did, he didn’t mean to, really!

When you express it’ good tears and that you are just overwhelmed with love for him, he stares at you in disbelief and shock. No one loved him before, no one should love him, especially someone as amazing as you.

Cries with you and pitifully mind you. He doesn’t feel he deserves your love and somehow here you were, like some angel in his life. Was he really this worthy?

Just an emotional battle between the two of you as you both cry. No one even bothers to ask if you are okay, this has become a normal occurrence now whenever you mention the word love around the man.

Once he builds up more confidence, he gives you a bright smile, reminding you that you are just as loved as he is, maybe even more!

Robin will show a small frown as she looks at your shaking form. Her assumption that someone had dared hurt you with words or actions. Who were they and where is a safe place to dispose of the body? 

Hearing your reasoning for your tears, the intense atmosphere drops and she smiles softly, running a hand through your hair as if praising a child for their hard work, you are too cute. 

If a demon like her could be loved by such a sweet being as yourself then she had hope for the world around her to get better. Not much, but she knew some miracles could happen. 

Whenever you get emotional, she just smiles sweetly and listens to you blabber, thinking to herself how easy someone could take advantage of your kind nature, and maybe deep down she thinks she could do the same, but she won’t, not today anyway.

If anyone makes fun of you for crying and getting emotional, expect a smack to their face by one her vectors and a stern look like the mother she is.

#tsunderedoctor #ask #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace #portgas ace #portgas ace x reader #ace x reader #nico robin #robin x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece comfort

[sethnakht]

fic recs feat. darth vader

Back in the day, I posted a list of fics (centered on the character of Darth Vader, in relation to Leia in particular) that left a strong impression on me as a reader. As part of a 2023 resolution to ease back into active reading, I wanted to shout out some newer stories that have equally grabbed my imagination. Like the original list, these stories are focused on Vader, especially if not exclusively in dialogue with Leia.

For context, I look for stories that grapple with the suit, with its effects, so you can expect medical and psychological horror as a theme. I also really like the kinds of horror stories you can tell with a character like Vader: I'm drawn to stories abounding with ghosts and gore. tl;dr - you can expect graphic depictions of violence and body horror, and please heed the tags on the fics themselves.

✦ appenza, multi-chapter wip by zinoviev, darth vader & leia organa, leia organa & luke skywalker

As a girl, Leia always dreamed of the stars. She had two passions: to become a pilot and to make the galaxy a better place. On her sixteenth birthday, she ran away from home to do what she thought was right. Two years later, she is a stellar recruit at an Imperial flight academy when an unwanted foe takes interest in her: Darth Vader.

Leia's characterization takes a stark departure here from the norm - she's alienated from her family and role on Alderaan, and has run away to become a pilot - offering a fresh and bold perspective on the AU scenario where Vader discovers her before Luke.

✦ divine comedy, multi-chapter wip by frodogenic, darth sidious & ghost!padmé amidala

Palpatine knows exactly how Padme Amidala died-trying to save her fool of a husband. What he can't understand is why she won't stop trying... Canon-compliant multi-chapter fic, spanning ROTS to ROTJ.

Padmé lives on a ghost, but only Palpatine can see her. Banger of a set up, and I love how this story is told from his perspective, slippery and odious; the cunning displayed by both as they make competing bets on Anakin’s fate.

✦ greater intrepidity than I could behold myself, orphaned oneshot, leia organa & darth vader

A towering, sinister shape in all black trudges into view. The sight of it is a confusing clash of associations as she and the creature try to identify it, an amalgamation of man-machine-beast. Its loud respiration cycles send chills down her spine. It is the center of the abnormality, she realizes.

In a dream that is also an allegory, Leia enters the mind of a red-eyed animal drawn by gnawing hunger into Vader’s presence. Sharp, visceral writing.

✦ heartstrings, completed multi-chapter genfic by severnlight, darth vader & leia organa 

Forced to deliver a mysterious message, Princess Leia suddenly finds herself on a quest to chase ephemera alongside Darth Vader. Things wouldn't be so bad if he only acted like himself.

Fantastical, atmospheric variation on the AU scenario where Leia’s parentage is revealed to Vader before their relationship is irretrievably soured on the Death Star. 

✦ in the deep and perfect dark, completed multi-chapter slashfic by qqueenofhades, darth vader/obi-wan kenobi

Obi-Wan considers cursing at it, or shouting at it, neither of which would do the least amount of good. Droids are nothing more than the reflection of their makers’ wishes and intentions; if this one has been designed to sit back and watch him suffer, that is not its fault but those who ordered it to do so. No machine can replicate the simple, spontaneous hatred and cruelty of an organic being ...

AU from the Kenobi show. I came to this by chance and am glad I took the plunge; there are scenes that continue to present themselves to me vividly weeks later, thanks to evocative writing.

✦ madhouse promenade, multi-chapter wip by husborth, darth vader/ghost!padmé amidala

In a bid to save his new apprentice's life, Darth Sidious siphoned the life force from Padmé Amidala, ultimately killing her. Ten years later, after finding out the truth, Darth Vader finds himself haunted by her ghost, and Padmé finds herself face-to-face with what her husband has become.

It's a thankless task to try and explain why this hits so hard, in multiple registers; the premise is gruesome, hilarious, the scene gothic-romantic and post-apocalyptic, the characters melancholy, bitter, unleashed, and cruel, somehow also at their best.

✦ more to me, and more in my mediations, multi-chapter wip by whetstonefires (Kieron_ODuibhir on AO3), darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker

The threads of life he’d felt slipping away were clutched fiercely now, as though for the first time since the Emperor’s death—for the first time in Luke’s lifetime possibly—his father had a reason to survive.

It's never explicitly established in ROTJ whether Vader picked up that Luke's sister was Leia or merely called the word, the feeling from his mind; this story launches from the premise that he was going to die in ignorance, and that learning Leia is his daughter gives him a reason to hold on, to actively atone. There's tremendous humor and sadness and discomfort here; Vader is at once pitiable and impossible to pity, and Leia's perspective gives room for many shades of ambivalence to fester and bloom.

✦ mythology, multi-story series by husborth, darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker, darth vader & obi-wan kenobi

In a universe where Darth Vader uncovered his lost twins and raised them in the heart of the Empire, Luke more-or-less accidentally instigates the most painful family reunion the galaxy has ever seen.

I'm desperate for this series to continue, for more of this particular Vader, this Leia, this Luke, and this Obi-Wan - all flawed, all hurting, all slowly beginning to heal.

✦ nameless, on the edge of nowhere, multi-chapter wip by ambivalent-cosmos (Taxonamie on AO3), darth vader & leia organa

Commander Luke Skywalker is MIA. Darth Vader is MIA. Rebel command has hopes, and they have fears, and the wrong ones will come true. Alone in a big bad galaxy, what will Anakin Skywalker do to find his son? Whatever he has to, including walk the razor's edge of tentative alliance with the Rebels who would be happy to spit on his corpse. Free from all Masters, can Anakin learn who he wants to be, at last?

Vader survives the second Death Star with no inkling that his daughter is Leia; separated from Luke during a hurried last-second escape, he ends up having to fend for himself, half-dead and without his suit, to the point of negotiating with the Alliance on his own. There's splendid tension here from the fact that Leia knows more than he does; even exposed as an invalid, on hunger strike, and at a knowledge disadvantage, Vader remains palpably dangerous, volatile, compelling.

✦ notes from the dark side of the moon, completed one-shot by amylion, darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker

When suddenly some of the rich and powerful of the galaxy begin to disappear and later turn up dead on a consistent basis, it worries both the Empire and the Alliance enough to open up an investigation. Only half-heartedly though, because there's also the matter of the war to distract them. That is, until Darth Vader disappears...

I love this set-up: Vader, deprived of his mask and further neutralized with Force binders, ends up shut up in a prison cell with Leia, and she can't begin to guess as to why.

✦ order carnivora, multi-chapter wip by husborth, darth vader & leia organa

In a universe where Leia is told the truth of her biological parentage as a child, she makes a deal to save the galaxy from certain destruction; she'll surrender herself to Vader if he'll destroy the Death Star. Between the galaxy and what he wants, there's only one choice Vader always makes.

Leia saves herself from torture on the Death Star by revealing her parentage to Vader - the trope feels fresh in this giddy, wild ride of a take. Vader is as insane, Leia as exasperated, foul-mouthed, and unpredictable as one might hope.

✦ red meat, short stories by husborth, darth vader & darth sidious

A collection of short stories about Darth Vader and the Emperor, and the absolute vile nonsense evil wizards do in their spare time.

It feels pointless to try and describe what is best experienced for oneself - the superlative character study, more wickedly imaginative and gloriously unhinged than anything the official canon-makers could even dream of producing. NB. - dead dove, do not eat

✦ the good he seeks, multi-chapter wip by husborth, darth vader & luke skywalker

After killing the Emperor, Darth Vader agreed to serve the fledgling New Republic and destroy the last true-believers of the Empire he had once helped create. But he's living on borrowed time.

Images from this story haunt my waking hours; husborth's command of language and gift for building scenes of ruin and devastation into which love and humor nevertheless shine - leave me speechless. One of my absolute favorites.

✦ this place loves what it eats, multi-chapter wip by roadtripexpert, darth vader & leia organa

What could be called but isn’t death, or Leia Organa doesn't kill the man formerly known as Anakin Skywalker.

Leia, not Palpatine, is the one who retrieves Vader from the banks of Mustafar, in this feverish, lyrical, astonishing time-travel AU.

✦ twin suns at the door of night, multi-chapter wip by achrmy, darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker

In the ruins of Polis Massa Medical Facility Vader finds the memory bank of a midwife droid, and within…multiple revelations. Luke Skywalker has a vision of Vader in an unimaginable state, engulfed in flames, hunted…and vulnerable. An alternate universe story, beginning from Darth Vader 2020 #5

AU of the ongoing comic series, set after Vader is brutally punished by the Emperor for failing to capture Luke at Bespin. Enjoyed this both as a commentary on the comic and as a standalone adventure story.

✦ wastelands, completed multi-chapter genfic by mistress_siana, ghost!darth vader & leia organa

When Leia’s ship crashes, she’s faced with a choice: die, or accept help from a Force ghost who used to be good at fixing things.

Vivid reimagining of the trope where Anakin's ghost helps Leia survive a crash. There's a toxic cloud, "pulsating green" on the horizon, that I've not been able to forget months after first reading this.

✦ white orchid, multi-chapter, multi-fic wip by husborth and whetstonefires (Kieron_ODuibhir on AO3), darth vader & leia organa

Emperor Palpatine dies unexpectedly a year before the Death Star would be deemed operational. His heir apparent, Darth Vader, startles the galaxy by passing up the throne, and then passing it on to the newly-elected Senator of Alderaan, Leia Organa, after the Force leads him to directly to her. The new Empress inherits a terrorized galaxy, a broken Empire to tear down from the inside, and the weirdest second-in-command anyone can imagine.

See also this glorious illustration by symeona. The story that got me to start reading here again, replete with ironies and delights like a murderous garden and a palace designed to be impassable.

#fic recs #darth vader #anakin skywalker #leia organa #genfic recs #long post

[ganyuslily]

DEATH AT YOUR HANDS (WOULD BE THE CLOSEST THING TO WITNESSING YOUR LOVE).

a single tear rolls down your cheek and he kisses it off. he’s cruel like that, your lover.

il dottore x gn!reader

bittersweet. more bitter than sweet. an unhealthy relationship? kissing (barely even described). reader has hair that is long enough to be able to be tucked behind their ear

please remember to reblog and leave feedback!! :]

the doctor never lies. at least, that’s what he tells you; and you have never had any reason not to believe him.

oh but the thing is you had, you had countless reasons not to believe him. yet in your eyes, his word was the absolute truth. a truth that seemed weird under a certain light, a truth that seemed to have been made out of broken pieces and glued together without any effort. a truth that under all of that was just a simple lie, but a lie created by him nevertheless. because of that, it was the truth.

(after all, he never told you he loved you.)

lies run deep within this world — they corrupt it from the inside out and change its’ shape and form (that’s what he says, at least). they bend the truth and create a new one; and if what dottore says is true — and it has to be if it comes from his mouth. it has to be, — you want for one specific lie to become the new truth. you want to reform this sick world and twist it, destroy it and create it anew, do anything, everything, that would make him tell you those three words you ache to hear. even if they would be uttered with venom and hatred. even if they were untrue.

they would be the most beautiful lie you have ever heard.

expecting him to love you is laughable. perhaps, experiencing death at his hands would be the closest thing to witnessing what it feels like to be loved by him. if there would have bewn a guarantee for that, you would’ve given up your life in a heartbeat.

the second harbinger is a scientist at heart — nothing more and nothing less. and so, because of that, expecting anything that isn’t rational and fact-based from him is stupid. expecting him to talk about his emotions is naïve; but that’s exactly what you are at your core — naïve.

it’s dumb. it’s horribly stupid, having any kind of feelings for dottore and you know it. even though you’re well aware of that, you can’t stop yourself from falling for him, with the way his eyes soften when they meet yours. with the way he looks and holds you.

(with the way he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear, with the way you can feel his breath on your neck. with the way one of his hands ghosts over the small of your back. with the way he lets himself let go off the walls he has built around himself when he’s all alone with you, with the way his mask is nowhere to be seen. with the way it almost seems like he loves you. it almost seems like he could. almost. almost. almost.)

a single tear rolls down your cheek and he kisses it off. softly. kindly. gently.

he’s cruel like this, your lover.

you know what someone once said “he’s kind of a red flag but if lights can turn green so can he!!!!” and that is so true. he’s just confused okay trust me guys he loves the reader HE DOES

#dottore x reader #dottore x you #dottore angst #dottore genshin #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #genshin x reader #ganyuslily.writes

[calisources]

KLAUS MIKAELSON SENTENCES QUOTES. quotes are taken from both the vampire diaries and the originals. warning, some of this quotes might include threats, mentions of blood, gore and some other vampire terror. change pronouns as you see fit.

He made me feel powerless and I hated it. 

 Power, loyalty, family. I made him in my image and he has bettered me. I want what he has. I want to be king.

Those who live hate me more than ever.

 You're all out of your minds... if you think some liquor-fueled one-night-stand - no offense, sweetheart - means a thing to me.

I will walk away and I will never come back. I promise.

 You'll never again have to look me in the eye and cover our connection with hostility and revulsion.

People have been after me for 1000 years. And I am always one step ahead. So whatever it is you're thinking of trying, go for it, give it your best shot. You won't succeed.

Don't underestimate the allure of the darkness, (name). Even the purest hearts are drawn to it.

 I don't have to prove anything, love. I am the alpha male.

Come on. One dance. I won't bite.

Don't tempt me, little wolf.

Maybe you should mind your business, wolf girl.

The only thing stronger than your craving for blood is your love for this one girl.

You are supposed to be dead. What are we gonna do about that?

I invited him to the party, love. He's the one dancing on the table.

And what kind of father allows another man to die for his child?

My hatred for you runs so deep it's difficult to pinpoint its origin

I believe that secrets are a poison that need to be spat out.

A better man would protect you with that lie. But I am not that man. And so I leave you with the burden of a truth that no one will believe.

End of the day human life is just a means to an end. Our means to our end.

Perhaps one day, in a year or even in a century. You’ll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer.

From all the poems written on the subject of unrequited love, there are so few on the pain of being the object of that affection.

We are the savage villains in fairy tales told to children. But not for (name)

He has done damage only a father can do.

There's no power in love! Mercy makes you weak! Family makes you weak!

This family comes with many hardships, but there is one benefit. You will always have a home here.

This family makes me want to murder people.

The line between what brings us pain and what sustains us is far thinner than one imagines.

Is it evil to take what one wants, to satisfy hunger even if doing so will cause another suffering? What some would call evil, I believe to be an appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world.

You can't win a war without a few strategic losses, no matter how regrettable they may be.

We all must stand alone against our demons.

They say that the passage of time will heal all wounds, but the greater the loss the deeper the cut.

Over the course of my life I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in their best interest.

You know, it's funny how often a person's sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat.

. Death dances silently in everyone’s shadow, and she doesn’t give a damn. So why give a damn about her?

Art taught me that one's vision can be achieved with sheer force of will.

If I tell you who I really am and you refuse to beleive me, then I can hardly be blamed.

If you knew even a fraction of who I am, it would break you in two.

Because what’s important to you is important to me. What makes you happy makes me want to keep you so. What scares you, I want to tear apart. 

I do not wish to watch you from behind glass, (name).

You rant and rave about the monster I have become.

 There is beauty in the courage of the fragile fighter. Those that persevere, despite all they've been through, those who still believe there is good in the world, as dark things we often find we need that light the most.

ou presume to know me? Then know this... I will gladly end you for what you did to (name).

Mere hours after you lecture me about boundaries and here you are at my house in the middle of the night.

Mere hours since she died I've thought of a thousand things I forgot to say.

I can tell you I love you tomorrow. You're not dying today.

Violence is unavoidable then. Well, I tried.

In my experience an offer from a malevolent witch always comes with a catch. What's yours?

It would be better for you if you did fear me.

You know, you all seem to think this is a democracy, and I assure you it is not!

I quite enjoy my obsessions, thank you very much.

Everybody knows you're in love with her. 

You do realize it is not I who is to be the husband you can boss around.

You declared war when you came after my family and for that, I will make you suffer as only I can.

 I'm sorry, is this some sort of motherly critique? Please feel free to choke on it.

The whole time she lied to me. She made me weak.

Well it was a challenge to find a good pairing. What wine goes well with treachery?

A man damaged by his demons and those demons are not dormant, they are hell-bent on killing me and everything I find beautiful. And you, you are beautiful.

#rp meme #sentences memes #meme call #roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. ) #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #he has so many quotes i love ok

[dross-the-fish]

In your post about how vampires are drawn to their victims you mention Dracula and Mina but not Jonathan. Arguably Dracula has more attachment to Jonathan since he kept him prisoner for 3 months, right?

eeehh could be but I didn't personally interpret it that way. The way Dracula behaves with Jonathan and the way he behaves with Lucy and Mina are extremely different...partly because sexism but also I think it should also be noted that there's a point where we have to stop thinking of Dracula as a character and consider what he is as a metaphor/narrative tool. He is meant to play on 19th century xenophobic stereotypes, particularly the fear of foreigners coming in and displacing white English men and converting or assaulting white English women. That was a big trope back in the day and Dracula as a novel leans heavily into it with no subversion.

That explains on a meta level why Jonathan never gets fed off of but I often wonder why Drac never fed off Jonathan on a textual level, and I've kind of come to the conclusion that Jon doesn't actually mean that much to him. He's just some lawyer guy who Dracula needs to use to secure property in England. Dracula enjoys tormenting him but he'd enjoy tormenting any human because he a sadist and a dick. At best it's possible he considered Jonathan a candidate to be another Renfield. Someone to be kept as a thrall and then disposed of. This isn't to undermine or minimize Jonathan's trauma but I tend to feel like Dracula doesn't care about him personally until Jonathan escapes. Dracula wasn't even planning to feed on him directly iirc just lock him up until he starves or let the brides have him. In a way that could almost make it worse, that Jonathan went through all that and it wasn't even personal, it was just for Drac's amusement. I think you could argue that when Jon escapes that's when it becomes personal because I can see it hurting Dracula's pride.

Lucy, Dracula preyed on and eventually turned, possibly to add her to his harem of brides but with Mina? That was personal. Mina he wanted to hurt because it would be the biggest blow to the whole group. I'll admit in my AU I do tend to favor Dracula vs Mina as opposing forces because there are points where he's literally inside her head and she can sense him. He has a fixation on her that is built on a deep seated mutual hatred and he feels slighted because he came so close to beating her down and breaking her resolve the first time.

Jonathan and the rest of the group got to fight Dracula on the physical plane but Mina? She had to fight him inside her own mind, that's a horror Jonathan will never know and a violation that my version of the character never recovers from. It cuts her off even from her loved ones because the scar runs so deep under the surface. What Dracula did to Mina was a rape of mind, body and soul. Dracula took so much more from her than he did anyone else, he took Lucy, he took her peace of mind, her dignity, her sense of safety and he almost took her very humanity. I feel like of all the characters there was no one hurt more than Mina and the fact that she kept fighting him and won speaks to the strength of her character.

And when he comes back in the AU she keeps fighting. Mina has an unshakeable conviction and no matter how he tries Dracula can't kill it. It's a characteristic she passes on to her son Quincey, though it grieves her that he lives in a world where he needs to be that strong.

[lizzieraindrops]

Liminal - Chapter 3 (1901 words)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Ikora is terrified of losing Eris now that she has become the Hive god of vengeance. The long tension between them has finally been driven to breaking point.

Sometimes the scariest part of good old-fashioned monster-loving isn't the monster. Ikora's emotional dysfunctionality returns with a vengeance (ha) in the morning.

Warmth is the unexpected first greeting of returning consciousness. Ikora runs cool, ever since she had first touched the Void—not uncomfortably, but noticeably. It takes a lot to fluster her, in both temperature and demeanor.

The warmth is another human presence: the gentle heat of skin on hers, a more comfortable resting place than her own bed despite the irregularity of shape.

With a simultaneous flush and chill that catches her between flight and paralysis, Ikora half rolls, half falls off of—Eris. Of course.

Eris snaps to wakefulness with all the alacrity of a Hunter's reflexes. She is relaxing her grip on the hilt of a small knife at the bedside—where had that come from?—almost before Ikora registers that she has moved. Ikora draws back for another reason entirely, coiling herself around her own knees at the foot of the bed. The sheet tangles her legs.

Halfway through levering herself up toward sitting, Eris catches sight of Ikora and ceases movement. Free of their bandage at last, her three green eyes blaze bright in the dimness with only a stray lock of her short, straggly hair to intercept their fire. As ever, wisps of ink drip from her eyes like tears. Their dark tracks trail over round cheeks, returned to soft-skinned vulnerability once more—along with the rest of her. Eris' very human body lies there fearlessly despite the lacework of scars that spreads over every limb. For some reason that makes Ikora feel deeply afraid.

"Ikora. It's me."

It is, and oh, Ikora is overwhelmed by that fact, by her nearness, by her own memory of sharp satisfaction in the way claws had clutched Ikora's body close and by her awareness of deft hands that could do the same. By the way that singular voice as deep and resonant as the ocean itself is close enough to feel.

One supplicating hand extends toward Ikora. She cannot keep herself from flinching. Eris withdraws it and carefully lies back down.

Ikora remains silent. Words stopper her throat like something congealed in the neck of a bottle, leaving her mind to spin within like a trapped squall.

"Ikora?" The softer her voice becomes, the harder Ikora trembles. "I will not hurt you. I am sorry, if I—did I...?"

Ikora shakes her head violently. She has never been more keenly aware that a problem is entirely inside her own head. But she still cannot speak.

The knot between Eris' eyebrows eases somewhat. Only one of her brows has hair: the other's had apparently never regrown from the shiny scarring around her eyes. "That is a relief," she says. "But I would still know what ails you. How may I comfort you? Or rather, may you be comforted without me? Shall I go?"

Ikora presses the heels of her hands into her eyes. Light, but Eris is so unfailingly kind, regardless of her bluntness, despite all the violence and hatred she has weathered; despite Ikora's utter emotional incompetence. Ikora loves her for it, and that is the most terrifying knowledge of all.

Ikora forces herself to meet Eris' eyes over her own curled hands. "Stay. Please," she whispers. "Just. Don't touch me." If she does, Ikora might be devoured by her own inarticulate fear warring with desperate need.

Eris nods and pulls her feet a little further away from her, even though perplexion dominates her face. She studies Ikora with all the clever, relentless perceptiveness that she usually bends toward her life's work. That sharp mind has flayed the immortality from gods. Her scrutiny is as unforgiving as truth itself. Little wonder that Ikora looks away as revelation chases the intensity from her features. Whatever softer thing can subsume that, Ikora is not capable of facing.

"You fear this form more than my morph," Eris says in hushed wonder.

Ikora hides her face in her hands again. She would not have put it so, but neither can she deny it. This is Eris, as she has been the whole time. But at least last night, Ikora had been too preoccupied by the newness and dark splendor of her acolyte form to think about the terrible immensity of the feelings she has so long kept in check. Seeing Eris' familiar form before her now, so brazenly vulnerable, brings to bear the years of aching longing that she had never considered might be answered.

It isn't that she thought Eris did not care for her. She knows, in a million subtle ways she has tried not to dwell upon. She just never thought either of them would find room for each other within the straits of their callings. Eris must pursue the fall of the Hive regardless of the risks. Ikora must defend the Last City, and she will never forego her duty to it as Vanguard. Not like her predecessor.

Ikora had not considered the much more frightening possibility now before her: that Eris might accept her and still continue along a path that might yet lead to self-destruction. That Ikora might lose her after being given the briefest taste of knowing what it meant to have her.

"Perhaps this was untimely. Although I do not regret it," Eris says. She runs a hand through her hair with a sigh. "Ikora," she pleads. "Please speak to me."

Ikora nods. She gathers what scraps of clarity she can. "I don't either. Regret it," she adds in response to Eris' confused look. "But I think...you're right. About timeliness."

Eris smiles sadly. "That has always been our problem, has it not?" She curls comfortably onto her side, leaning against the headboard with her head resting on her hands. "Are we too early, or too late?"

Ikora shifts to a cross-legged position and holds her hands in her lap. "Yes? No?" She gives a short laugh as unsteady as a newborn foal. "I don't know. But this feels like it was always inevitable."

"I know what you mean. Yet I thought I closed the door on this path when I awoke the Harbinger. It seems I was mistaken..."

Ikora's heart goes painfully soft, as if leaning into a blow. She should have told Eris years ago, rather than let her think herself unlovable. But would she have believed her, back then?

"Eris," she begins in a low, quiet voice. "Everything you are is dear to me. Even this—even that part of you. Especially a part of you that brings you clarity, purpose. It's just—" Her voice cracks. "I can't love you the way I want to, the way you should be, not when I'm so scared for you."

Eris lets that sink in. "I understand," she says, tender and mournful all at once. "I do not blame you. But I can do this. I can end what the Hive began. And I must."

"I know." Ikora does not know what will happen. She cannot predict any possibility that will reconcile reality with the cry her heart is making.

Ikora looks around the room while she takes slow, deliberate breaths to steady herself. She takes in details that she had been too distracted to notice before. The quarters are modest, but sizable for a ship. Eris has attired it much like the rest of her temporary wing of the HELM. Deep red hangings soften the sharp industrial corners. Another large shelf of books and strange artifacts cover one wall. How had she chosen what to keep nearest? Below a dim lamp with mica shades, her Ahamkara bone rests in a small stone bowl on the bedside table. A cloth has been cast over it to dull its glare. The bed itself is simple but utterly comfortable; the sheets have the feel of linen worn soft with long use, even if they bear a few new claw-torn tears.

Eris heaves a great sigh, then asks: "What now?"

Ikora lies down at the foot of the bed in a mirror of Eris' position, limbs askew. She is only a meter or so away, yet so far out of reach. "I guess we continue as we were. Mostly. Until...after this." If Eris lives. If they both come through this ordeal still capable of loving each other.

"After," Eris muses. "Very well." Then a wry grin tugs at her lips. "It will be terribly hard, though, now that I know the sound of your heart." Dancing humor laces the earnestness in her voice.

"Eris." Ikora laughs into her hands in embarrassment. "I'll have to give you more Hidden work after all this to keep you busy, otherwise you'll break every heart in the Tower."

Eris chuckles, and it raises chills along Ikora’s arms. "I don't think that will be necessary. After." Her hand curls and uncurls beside her face, as if she were refusing the impulse to breach the gulf that separates them.

The brief shared humor fades like ripples on the water. Soon, only uncertainty and stumbling sorrow remain to echo between them.

"Eris?"

"Yes?"

"Can we just..." This hurts too much to leave so soon. "Can we have today, if nothing else?"

Ikora can see the way Eris tamps down her own hope in the set of her shoulders. She despises herself a little for causing that, but not enough to not ask.

"Would that not only hurt more?" Eris says softly.

"Maybe. But I would rather give you a reason to come back."

Eris holds her stare, lips pressed together in indecision. Ikora curls in on herself with shame at her own presumption.

"Oh, come here, my love," Eris relents. She opens her arms.

Uncoiling, Ikora crosses the distance between them. She only hesitates a moment before tucking herself into Eris' embrace, shaky with nervous relief. She presses her spread hands to Eris' back, along her now smooth but still scarred shoulders. Did the Harbinger's spines erupt individually from the lines of those old wounds? "I'm here," she says, muffled against her. They lie there heart to heart, skin to skin. Even channeling Solar light has never made her feel this blessedly warm.

"Just today," Eris agrees.

"Just today." Ikora draws back just enough to look Eris in the eyes. She caresses her face, brushes her thumb across the unevenness of the scars just above her cheekbone. The prickling ink pools thickest there, but evaporates quickly.

"Don't forget that you are wanted for yourself. Not just for what you can do," Ikora says.

With that she kisses Eris deeply, achingly, searingly. Eris responds like a flower to the sun. The sound of unashamed pleasure that hums in her throat makes Ikora feel more wanted than she has ever been. And in this stolen moment, her want is greater than ever, as well. This time she gives it free rein with premeditated intent. She traces her passion along every curve of Eris' mouth, the arch of her neck, even the tender scarred lids of her eyes. She commits every part of her to memory, from her strong, stout arms to her soft, thick waist to the proud arc of her spine below the troubled skin.

"All of you," Ikora breathes. The hitch in Eris' heartbeat beneath her lips tells her she does not need to explain.

The warmth of skin threatens to destroy her as completely and utterly as the crystalline vacuum of space. But as she sinks into the contact, it soon soothes the part of Ikora that is shivering.

#ikora rey #eris morn #hive eris #season of the witch #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny fanfiction #erikora #ikoris #eris/ikora #ikora/eris #lizzie taking up space #lizzie's adventures in writing #destinewt #fic #long post #hello it's me. i bring you [spits this on your blanket] fucked up dysfunctional sapphics #you KNOW this plan did NOT work. #they spent the rest of sotwitch smoldering at each other with occasional unplanned makeouts etc #and making everyone in the room feel like the spiritual successor to andal brask having to third wheel o14

[video-game-kids-tournament]

MEET YOUR CONTESTANTS!

Psychonauts spoilers under the cut!

Name: Razputin "Raz" Aquato

Age: 10

Pronouns: He/him

Video Game: Psychonauts, Psychonauts in the Rhombus of Ruin, + Psychonauts 2

Backstory: “Psychic circus kid with a cursed blood line, who ran away to become a psychic secret agent”

• “They have psychic powers, the main thing of the games, and because of this run away from their family in the circus, to a summer camp where the first game begins. This is because their family hates psychics because one cursed the family to die in water.”

• “Born and raised in the Aquato family circus. Was always told by his father of a bloody past feud with a family of fortune tellers from a rival circus wherein they cursed the Aquatos to all die in water. Because of this, Raz assumed his father hated psychics and so would practice his psychic abilities in secret. He grew up reading a comic series about a psychic spy agency known as the Psychonauts. When he was given a pamphlet for Whispering Rock Summer Camp, a secret government camp designed to train young psychic into Psychonauts, he decided to run away from home to secretly go to the camp.”

• “Raz comes from a large family of acrobatic circus preformers. his family is very predjudiced against psychics, because of the curse that a psychic placed on their family. (they are cursed to die in water, and raz is dragged in by the hand of galochio whenever he touches large enough bodies of it.) but raz is one and wants to be a psychonaut, a member of the super psychic agents. his father forbids this, having him train extra hard to keep him busy and away from using his powers. after a show one day, a mysterious stranger gives him a pamphlet to whispering rock summer camp, a psychic summer camp for kids to train and hone their abilities, run by the psychonauts themselves. he runs away one night to attend this camp, and the story of the games goes on from there!”

• "With his psychic powers becoming more prominent, he ran away from the circus to a psychic summer camp, but with strange happenings going on with both the children and the counslers only he can help the camp.”

• “He's a psychic kid who grew up in a travelling family circus, who ended up running away from it to attend a summer camp that trains psychic kids to be international super spies, which he ends up being really good at because of him being able to do sick-ass backflips in peoples' brains.”

• “Raz felt ostracized from his family growing up due to his psychic powers. The whole family had a deep-seated hatred of psychics, and while his father and sister learned to hide their psychic abilities, Raz never could, nor did he really want to. Inspired by his favorite comic series, True Psychic Tales, he ran away from home to pursue becoming a Psychonaut, helping those in need while honing his abilities! Also, turns out that one of his most idolized Psychonauts is the one responsible for psychologically implanting a hatred of psychics into the Aquato family. Whoops.”

Why should they win the tournament?: “- Nice ÷] - Can shoot lasers - Knows acrobatics”

• "The first that we see of them, they break into a summer camp with amazing security declare they have father issues in front of three government agents and a lot of children, and are extremely excited to be experimented on immediately. “

• "Both a powerful psychic and a trained acrobat. I think he's noted as being a stronger psychic than most children of his age and training.”

• “hes the most specialest boy ever. oh my god hes the skrunkly supreme. hes a very kind young man who genuinley wants to help people. hes also a bit of an imp who blasts birds and says "see ya in hell!'. hes so ten years old. these games have truly left an impact on me, in the most positive way. hes pretty op, esp for a 10yo. oh my god theres so muh more i could say but its HUGE spoilers. i love him. vote for him. play/watch a playthrough of the psychonauts series. you will not regret it.”

• “They got acrobatics, psychic powers, and hes just a little goober”

• “Because he's just great!! He's a super charming protagonist - he's spunky and determined but still just a kid and can get in over his head sometimes while trying to do the right thing. Raz has a lot of fun moments throughout the whole series and he's right in the mid-point between "sweet little fella who just wants to help" and "feral little freak". (see the YouTube video "Psychonauts out of context but its just Razputin Aquato being iconic" (note: there are spoilers for all the games there if you care about those)) Also going with the death game thing his dad put him through grueling acrobat training meaning this kid is both strong and fast as hell, and also in the first game he sets seagulls on fire with his brain while cheerfully saying "see you in hell!", so he has a decent shot of winning one of those based on that I think.”

• “he's just a little scrimblo bimblo. he's got autism swag. he's even employed.”

#video game kids tournament #contestant info #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin aquato #psychonauts spoilers

[msnihilist]

you know about the fanfiction thing you said I remembered that I always wanted a long fic about ben which is about him disappearing and getting captured and and when while everyone think he's dead all the people who care about him come running to his rescue and kind of like help him to cure his mental or physical wounds but never really saw anyone writing it actually and I'm not that good to write something like this :( so I just wanted to know does anyone like something similar to this story lol

Well, anon, there are two sure-fire ways to get what you want: do it yourself, or pay someone else to do it. (I happen to take commissions, and I'm currently working on a Ben 10 one right now!)

I think you can do it yourself, though :) You already have an idea, and passion is the perfect starting point! Why not open a document and just write a scene that you think would be cool? You don't have to share it with anyone. Everyone starts somewhere.

I've actually got a WIP that's pretty similar to your idea that I'm about 8.5k words deep in. It's about Ben going missing and the lengths his friends go to in order to bring him home.

While I work on that, here's some already-posted Ben-whump fics to keep you busy, anon. And remember: leave comments if you want to foster a community. If you enjoy any of these fics, please let the author know!

These three are all oneshots.

Old Wounds, New Bruises by lenin_it_to_win_it

After seeing some of Ben's scars for the first time, Rook is determined to protect his partner from further injury. However, Ben's emotional wounds prove harder to manage.

Only Fools Would Love Me by Yalvaberry

"Ben, Ben, please, please, please no, I don't-" A sob.

Kevin looks back. His mind feels jumbled, split into two - Morgg is getting away! - but his feet don't want to cooperate, they seem to have a mind of their own as they carefully lead him back up the tunnel he came from.

"Ben, what do I-"

Kevin listens as he trudges back. The dirt crunches beneath his feet. Curiosity pulls at him, pushes him forward, morbid, because somehow, somewhere in his head, he thinks he already knows what he's going to see.

Set during the episode "...Nor Iron Bars a Cage" in Ultimate Alien. What if Kevin accidentally kills Ben inside the mines?

You Can Hold Him (Just Not Too Close) by MashpotatoeQueen

Ben puts the Omnitrix back on, and she stares at it in hatred- only for a moment though, just one moment- and wishes that her cousin had never found it. Because now Ben isn’t a fan of being held, not anymore, and the reason for it lies in that stupid watch.

(That stupid watch that saved the world, that makes Ben feel safe even as it puts him in danger.)

But she says nothing, nothing until late one night Ben calls her, and his voice is shaky and a little too high to be normal, breathing coming too fast and jokes falling a little flat, and she remembers the conversations at three AM in the old Rustbucket and this time she gets them for what they are.

She hums, says quietly, “Ben, you’re okay, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

And Ben laughs, except it sounds a bit like crying, and he’s murmuring about how sorry he is, about how he usually calls Grandpa Max, but that Grandpa Max is gone and he doesn’t know what to do-

“It’s fine.”

It’s not- her kid cousin being too terrified to be alone in the dark in his own room will never be okay- but she doesn’t say that. Just hums again, quietly, and says, “It’s fine, Ben,” and prays that it will be soon.

Here are some of my own fics that deal with Ben-centric hurt/comfort:

Nothing Left to Say

Gwendolyn makes the executive decision that Ben needs to be emotionally vulnerable for a day. The fastest and easiest way to achieve that is with a truth potion. It seems like a good idea on paper, but it soon becomes clear why the formula is a forbidden one.

Some things, it seems, are better left unsaid.

Meteor Shower

With the aftermath of Captian Nemesis’ escape from prison and Jennifer Nocturne’s alleged kidnapping, Kevin realized that he had some mending to do with his teammates. [Episode continuation of “Catch a Falling Star.”]

Put Your Strength Down

There's blood smeared on the doorknob when Sandra gets home. Her stomach clenches with worry, but it doesn't rattle her the way that it used to.

Every time she does this, Sandra reminds herself that it could always be worse.

Choose

The timer starts at fifty-nine, and it immediately begins counting down.

Kevin only has a minute to make a choice that he'll regret for the rest of his life.

Overload

Overloading the Omnitrix should be near-impossible, but as faulty as the Ultimatrix is, Ben really shouldn’t be surprised that it blows up in his face. Literally.

01001001

The Omnitrix had long-since been, well, attached to Ben’s wrist. Unfortunately, Ben didn’t anticipate just how far it would go to always be a part of him.

The World Grows Green Again

When Ben's life is saved by a masked stranger, it offers Ben and Rook a glimpse into a horrible future.

Diamonds Are Forever

A year after Petropia’s re-creation, Ben and Rook are assigned a deceivingly simple job on the planet — overseeing an "official yearly Plumber check" to ensure that societal development and reassimilation with the galaxy is going smoothly.

With Tetrax acting as their guide, it soon becomes clear that not all is as it seems. Digging through conspiracies and figuring out who can be trusted, they find that the glittering surface of the planet is covering a horrible plot against the Petrosapiens, which may hide roots closer to home than any of them realized.

NOTE: This is definitely the fic where I hurt Ben the most! Emotionally, psychologically, and especially physically. He leaves this fic permanently disfigured. Ben gets stabbed, passes out from blood loss, watches his allies get killed in front of him, is experimented on, fed through a tube, is betrayed again and again, and much, much more.

There's also a section of this fic where Ben is kidnapped and Rook, Gwen, and Kevin must work together to rescue him.

I tagged DAF with blood and gore, body horror, major injuries, and I'm not fucking joking!!

Anyway, anon, I hope that provides some reading material/writing inspiration :) Good luck! I believe in you!!!

#ask #ben 10 #ben tennyson #my writing #fanfic rec #anonymous

[shaykai]

12, 18, 19, & 22 for the durge questions!!

12. How does your Dark Urge feel about being a bhaalspawn?

Depends on the day and how honest he’s being. He’s come to really enjoy indulging in the endless cycle of murderous thoughts, and he likes the inherent power that comes with being a bhaalspawn.

That being said, there are definitely days with quiet moments where he likes to imagine himself as a normal person leading an average life, simple but thriving with the little joys that he as a bhaalspawn can’t have (tldr, he’s fine with it/even enjoys it unless he’s thinking about families and how normal people can just have those)

Edit: he also absolutely hates the whole Urge taking over if he ignores it for too long thing- that part he could do without

18. How does your Dark Urge feel about love?

He’s actually kind of a romantic! He loves seeing couples, young and old, existing and doing stupid, sweet things that he’s sure he’s read in books before.

He also has a tendency to kill couples together- the love wasn’t enough to save them, but there’s no reason to separate them

Worth mentioning that as much as he’d like it, he does believe on the most part that he isn’t really allowed to love anyone, be it romantically or platonically.

19. Has your Dark Urge become particularly close to anyone romantically and/or platonically in their journey? If so, who, and what is the relationship like? If no, why not?

Pre-tadpole Vat’il was really close to Gortash. He was the one exception for him since he needed to at least live long enough to see their plan through. Gortash took him by surprise, to put it simply. He didn’t expect him to be much more than an ally to use and inevitably murder once said use ran its course. Instead, Enver was charming and intelligent and something about the compliments he gave him would linger in his thoughts far longer than they’ve any right to. (Vat’il craves affection pretty much constantly and has a tendency to latch onto any that’s offered) Turns out they’re both surprisingly understanding of each other- their personalities just kind of click together. The only reason it took anywhere near as long as it did for them to become legitimate friends/lovers is because Vat’il is weary about creating relationships with other people

(I’m focusing on the more romantic presences in his life, but it’s worth mentioning that he basically views Orin, Sarevok, and Sceleritas as his family. Also kind of Bhaal but the hatred runs a little too deep with him for Vat to count him as a legit member)

Post tadpole Vat’il has an on again off again kind of a relationship with Lae’zel- he was fine with sleeping together, and he does genuinely like her, he’s just a little weird about having a legitimate relationship (even through the amnesia. Something about it just feels weird, like he knows better than to let himself care about someone).

In which case, it depends on if it’s normal Vat’il or the good timeline Vat’il- normal Vat ends up ruining their relationship by act 3 because he’s a god awful person at every turn. It gets to the point that Lae’zel is just there to get rid of her tadpole and that’s it. (Shout out to Gortash for picking their relationship back up. It’s not what it was before, but he’s fine with trying to remind Vat about them.)

Good timeline Vat is still a bit weird about relationships, and I don’t think he’s actually with anyone by the end of the game. Him and Lae’zel are still really close though, and, maybe given some more time and self improvement, they could be a couple.

(Also as far as companions he’s closest to go, it’s Astarion, Minthara, and Lae’zel. Also Karlach if he’s trying to be a good person)

22. What first impression does your Dark Urge give off to strangers?

He’s super standoffish and weird and creepy :>

He’s always been more of an introvert/on the quiet side, which would be fine except he has spooky vibes and a tendency to smile with just a little too much teeth. He also has that fun thing going on where it feels like almost every move his body makes is deliberate, which is unsettling at the best of times (doesn’t help that he also has like. The straightest posture you’ve ever seen)

Good timeline Vat is still unsettling more often than not, but he’s trying to work on being more approachable/not being creepy and murdery when he talks to other people

#trying not to ramble too much dhdhdjjdjd it’s hard #didn’t really go into it but Gortash and Vat’il have a pretty different dynamic if it’s the good timeline #it’s not good snsnsnsnsnndjs there’s still that ‘we can be good together so please let’s just do that’ vibe #but also vat is trying to be a good person and good timeline vat is besties with karlach and he’s not going to let that go just because he #likes it when Gortash sings his praises #Anywhozels I could ramble about vat and his relationships all day djdjdjjd I will cut myself off here #oc #Vat’il #ask #ask meme #haarleps #bg3 spoilers #just in case