#this isn’t real blood it’s food coloring

[suppose-i-was-worm]

For Lack of a Burger

**finally I have written! Sorry for the long absence, folks- my cat is a needy little thing and I love her. Enjoy!**

“As blood son of Batman, it is only natural that I train here to become heir to the Bat.”

Dick- well, Nightwing right now- looked down at Robin, who was staring out over Gotham with his brow furrowed.

“And what of the league? I can’t imagine them letting the heir to the Demon’s Head run loose.”

Robin stiffened a fraction more than he already was- something that Nightwing wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t trained by Batman himself.

“I know only one thing for sure concerning the heirship of the league.”

“What is that?”

“Grandfather will not taste relief in death.”

Nightwing wasn’t sure what that meant, but Damian seemed so assured of the fact. He would have to tell Bruce- maybe Ra’s had discovered a better method of immortality than the pits?

An alert pinged on their communicators, and the two of them checked it before heading off to save the citizens.

~~~

“I miss real food, Clocky.”

“You are currently unable to process it.”

“I know. Ectoplasm just isn’t the same though.”

Danny sprawled on Clockwork’s floor, lazily filling out paperwork from ages ago and yesterday.

“It has been a very long time since you left humanity behind.”

“I wish there was a safe way to go back and get some food.”

His mentor paused briefly, and Danny looked up. Was that a gleam in Clockwork’s eye?

“There is a way.”

Danny shot up into a seated position, crossing his legs.

“Tell me!”

“You will face many hardships.”

“Clockwork, serious as a funeral, I would kill for a burger right now.”

Clockwork smiled enigmatically.

“You may have to.”

He flicked his fingers and Danny found himself pushed back. He allowed it- at this point in his existence, he could overpower Clockwork, but he’d asked for this.

The world went dark around him.

~~~

In the year since he’d come to live with Father, Damian had not said a word about his brother. He’d been told, before being unceremoniously bundled away from the only home he’d ever known, that he was to be the heir of the Bat and Daniel was to be the Demon’s Head.

His mother had told him that Father would try and steal Daniel away from the League- that Damian would yet again be the lesser son. After a few months with Father, Damian had stopped believing that. There was no thing as a ‘lesser’ child for Father.

And yet.

Grandfather was a powerful man, and Grandfather treasured Daniel more than he had ever cared for Damian.

Daniel al Ghul, second son of the Bat of Gotham, was brilliant. He kept his emotions in check, fought with practiced ease in any situation, and spoke circles around even mother. It never took him as long as it took Damian to learn a new skill, and most of the time he spent studying, even when they were both allowed a break.

Damian loved him, even as the younger child overtook the position Damian had striven for his entire life.

What was not to love? Damian had loved him ever since his tiny hand had curled around his finger in infancy.

He had always been fond of small, cute things.

But if Daniel left the League, Grandfather would come after him, and it would be unsafe.

Damian held his tongue and loved his baby brother from a distance, even though he might never see him again.

~~~

John “Hellblazer” Constantine needed a drink. Or several.

Bats had appeared on the Watchtower with yet another new Robin, and this one was probably the most concerning out of all of them.

No, it wasn’t the sword.

It was the massive fucking protection order from a powerful death god that radiated off his small form.

“Bats.”

“Hm.”

“I need to talk to you and the kid.”

Bats nodded, a gesture John took to mean ‘go ahead’.

John sighed.

“Not here, Bats. Too many ears.”

“Hrn.”

The Bat swept away, followed closely by his brightly colored companion. John followed as well. He was pretty good at speaking Bat, after all these years working together.

They made their way into the bowels of the Watchtower, into a sitting room John hadn’t known existed.

“What do you need, Constantine?”

John paused for a moment, assessing. Robin was watching him suspiciously, hand on his sword, and Batman was standing half in front of the little bird protectively.

“Did you know this one was friends with a death god?”

“What?”

The Bat and Robin spoke the same word at the same time, in the exact same tone. Did they practice that? Anyways.

“Yup. Little redbreast screams hands off.”

“I am not acquainted with any gods.”

John shrugged.

“Doesn’t mean you knew they were a god. To get to the bottom of this- has anyone ever sworn to protect you in some way?”

Robin went still and pale behind his mask, before darting a glance up at Batman.

Batman, who was looking down at his sidekick.

“Robin? Report.”

The boy stuck his chin out.

“It was many years ago, Batman. He- they couldn’t have been a god.”

“You don’t know that, kid. Where did you meet him?”

“He wasn’t a god!”

Robin had become defensive, sword halfway out of it’s sheath, glaring at John- presumably for the sin of being alive.

“If the League of Assassins has contact with a deity of death, we need to know, Robin.”

Snarling, Robin started out of the room.

“I will not discuss him with either of you. He is safe where he is.”

“Robin- chum. Who is he?”

Robin stopped in the door, not looking back. His voice wobbled a little as he spoke.

“My younger brother.”

John needed a drink, and fast.

~~~

Danny stood over Damian’s bed, watching his older brother breathe shallowly. Grandfather had beat him badly, and Danny was still unsure why.

Talia wouldn’t look him in the eye, and Grandfather had gone to soak in the pits.

“Daniel?”

“Damian!”

Danny bent over his brother, placing a hand over his pulse to check it.

“Why?”

Why had Grandfather beaten him? Why had he stood and let it happen? Why didn’t he run?

“He… wanted me… t’kill you.”

Danny felt rage swell up in his tiny seven-year-old body. What right did Ra’s al Ghul think he had, to beat a child almost to death for such a reason?

What right did that man have, to touch someone Danny had come to care for?

Closing his eyes briefly, Danny allowed himself to meditate for the few moments it would take to let his rage die down enough to comfort his brother.

Once it had, he opened his eyes again and pressed his forehead to Damian’s.

“I swear I will protect you, ahki. Ra’s al Ghul will not taste relief in death.”

The next day Danny watched invisibly as Talia dipped Damian in the Lazarus pits to heal him before putting him on a plane to Gotham.

~~~

“You have made me proud, Daniel.”

Ra’s watched as Daniel bowed, having taken out a squadron of elite ninja for his tenth birthday.

The ninja were still breathing- Ra’s was sure Daniel had spared them so as to not weaken the ranks of the League he was set to inherit.

It pleased him that his young grandson was so wise, despite his youth. His older brother had no such wisdom- rash and impatient, still full of emotional weakness. Ra’s would no longer claim that boy as his grandson once Daniel passed his newest test.

With a wave of his hand, several ninja brought forth a young man. They had managed to kidnap Richard Grayson from under the nose of the Bat, and now Daniel would kill the other.

“Grandfather?”

“This is your Father’s oldest ward. He is a usurper to a place that rightfully should be yours. Kill him.”

Daniel walked towards the bound man, and the ninja holding the captive backed away respectfully.

“May I ask him a question, Grandfather?”

Ra’s nodded. There was no harm in it.

The boy drew his sword and stepped around the man, holding the blade to his neck.

“Tell me, Grayson. Is Damian well?”

The lilt in his voice spelled danger for Damian, and Ra’s could barely contain his grin at Daniel’s ferocity.

“He is protected,” the kneeling man forced out. “You won’t harm a hair on his head.”

Daniel smiled, not unlike a shark.

“I know.”

Before Ra’s could blink, Richard Grayson’s bonds had fallen to the floor as if he had turned into a ghost, and Daniel’s sword was stabbed into the dirt between the Demon Head’s feet.

“We are leaving, Ra’s, and you will not stop us.”

The venom in his calm grandson’s voice when Daniel said his name made Ra’s pause, but only for a moment.

At a gesture, ninja poured out into the courtyard, intent on recapturing Nightwing and taking down the heir to the Demon.

Seconds before the ninja collided with the two, Daniel grinned, his eyes locked straight on Ra’s, grabbed Grayson’s hand, and the two vanished.

~~~

Dick was… Confused didn’t quite cut it. His day had been a disaster, and then this tiny meta who looked like a carbon copy of Damian appeared.

“So… You a clone?”

“No.”

“Oh. Uh. What are we doing, by the way?”

The boy smiled serenely at him, and then continued his work.

“Jacking a plane.”

“You’re like, eight.”

The boy shrugged.

“If you like.”

“Where are we going?”

“Gotham.”

“Who are you?”

The boy turned and put his hands on his hips, and Dick was starkly reminded of Bruce by the posture and facial expression.

“Look, Grayson, I get it, you’re confused. But if you don’t shut up and let me finish this wiring, we’ll never get you back to Gotham before the League catches up.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

The boy turned back around and continued his wiring.

“Call me Danny. Too many fruitloops call me Daniel.”

Dick expected a long flight ahead of them.

~~~

Damian was strapping on the last of his gear to go rescue Richard from the League of Assassins when the man himself strolled into the batcave, looking tired but no worse for wear.

“Dick!”

Batman- no, he took his cowl off- Father threw himself across the room to assess the health of his son.

Damian started unstrapping his gear.

“How did you get free?”

“We apparently had a man on the inside?”

“Had?”

“He blew his cover to save me.”

“Nightwing, report. Where is this man now?”

“I was landing the plane. Nice digs, dad.”

The cave fell silent, but for the ringing of the batarangs Damian dropped as he spun to face the newcomer.

“Not sure what I think of the ‘cave’ vibe you have going on, though.”

“Daniel?”

Daniel met Damian’s eyes, and a look Damian had never seen on his little brother broke out on the boy’s face.

A true, genuine, joyful smile.

“Akhi!”

Damian pulled out his sword and held it towards the stranger in his brother’s body.

“Who are you?”

The boy laughed.

“I’m a little weird now, right? It’s okay, Damian, it’s me.”

“What was the last thing you said to me.”

Damian felt that was a good question. No one but Daniel would know.

“I said I would protect you, and that Ra’s al Ghul would not experience a pleasant afterlife.”

“That-“

“Isn’t quite it, I know. Still true, though. I brought the Lazarus pits with me. Ra’s can’t use them anymore.”

Damian heard Father and Drake choke at Daniel’s words. This was Daniel, despite his complete personality change. No one had been with them when Daniel had made his promise.

“Since when were you a god of death?”

Daniel laughed.

“It’s a long story, Ahki.”

Damian sheathed his sword and held out a hand.

“Come then, habibi, tell me.”

“Can I have a burger to go with the story? I’m starving."

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x batman #damian wayne #danny fenton #batman

[yuesya]

Suguru has a conundrum.

“Say ‘aaah,’” says the white-haired gremlin sitting across from him, full of mischief. A fork laden with warm cheese tart is held out in front of his face, right before his lips. “C’mon, Suguru! It tastes really good, I promise!”

The sorcerer purses his lips, doing his best to level an unimpressed look at his companion. “… Really, Shiki?”

A sly little smile is his only response. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Suguru snorts. As a Special Grade sorcerer on par with Satoru, he highly doubts that Shiki failed to notice the first year students conspicuously crouched behind a set of outdoor dining tables on the other side of the street. He makes a mental note to help them train up their stealth –learning to properly hide their cursed energy is one thing, but learning to actually blend in is another. The three of them are getting many strange looks from the passerby… and they all seem completely oblivious to it.

… Probably because they’re too engrossed with spying on their teachers, the little rascals.

“Su– gu– ru–” He does his best to ignore the strange flip-flopping sensation that rises in his stomach upon hearing his name drawn out like that, genuinely pliant and pleading beneath the blatant teasing. From the way Shiki’s smile widens, his reaction does not go unnoticed. Damn. “Won’t you humor me? Just one ‘aaah.’”

Suguru sighs, resigned.

“You’re having entirely too much fun with this,” he accuses her, although without any real heat. Like her brother, Shiki is entirely too playful… and stressful for Suguru’s blood pressure.

“Please?”

Unable to deny her, Suguru opens his mouth and eats the cheese tart.

He’s aware of how it looks from the outside, a man and a woman sitting down at a cafe table together, with the woman feeding the man a bite of her food. But, it’s the only way to soothe Shiki over unless he wants her to be huffy the rest of the evening. It’ll take forever to smooth over her ruffled feathers, and then he’ll also have to deal with Satoru dramatically flopping over him the next morning to complain about how he was ‘bullying’ his little sister.

… If anything, Suguru was the one getting bullied between the two of them!

The man determinedly stares her in the eyes as he eats the cheese tart proffered out to him, biting down and closing his lips over the fork, before slowly drawing back. If Shiki is going to embarrass him in front of their students, he’s not going to be the only one going down here.

The girl’s smile doesn’t waver as she retracts her arm and returns to eating her cheese tart, seemingly unaffected. But Suguru is long familiar with both Shiki’s and Satoru’s habits, and it’s minutely gratifying when her gaze flickers towards the side in a nervous tell, and her cheeks color faintly. She shares that with her brother –Satoru also blushes easily.

Shiki’s gaze returns to him, and she pouts. “You’re terrible.”

“You’re the one who started it,” Suguru responds childishly, instinctively.

“I did,” the girl admits easily enough, to her credit. “But you’re still terrible!”

“And you’re incorrigible,” he shoots back.

Shiki lets out a small ‘hmph,’ leaning back in her seat as she carelessly flips back a lock of long white hair over her shoulder. Hair extensions, apparently, but the way it looks and the way she acts makes it appear as if it’s the real thing. Admittedly, it’s a little startling to see Satoru’s body with long hair like this, and Suguru still isn’t entirely sure about the feelings he has about seeing Shiki –Satoru– in a dress from an obviously feminine angle, no matter the number of times he’s seen them like this already.

… But that’s nothing new on his end. He’s felt this way for years, and at this point Suguru is resigned to the fact that this is going to be his default state around Satoru and Shiki for the rest of their lives in perpetuity.

Somehow, the thought is both full of aching fondness and headache-inducing despair.

“You look like you have something on your mind.”

Suguru shakes himself out of his thoughts. “It’s nothing. Are you done with your food?”

“Mhm,” Shiki nods absently, dangling the fork in her mouth –the same fork that she’d used to feed him, he realizes. Suddenly, Suguru can’t taste the lingering creamy flavor of the cheese tart in his mouth at all anymore.

Shiki eventually releases the fork from her mouth with a small pop and a soft ‘ah.’ She twirls the utensil over her fingers, then levels it directly at him with a sharp little smile that’s all Satoru.

“You know us, Suguru. We don’t play around with our food.”

… Yeah, there’s no doubt about it. These two are going to be the death of him someday.

#Writing #twins au #flipside of students spying on geto-sensei's date! #is geto/shiki/satoru a go now? #i guess???

[piratesfromspace]

Brandy & Gingerbread (Nick 'Santa'/Reader)

Nick 'Santa Claus' (Violent Night) x fem!Reader Rated: Explicit 1.2k words

Nicomund the Red and the Tooth Fairy meet again on Christmas day. Fluff and smut ensue.

This is my Christmas gift for @gipsydangerzone 💖

Content: mention of food and alcohol, implied violence, magic healing, Santa Claus kink (is that a thing?), smut, thigh riding, Christmas fluff, fem!reader, established relationship. This happens just after the end of the movie. Look at me expanding on the lore of this Christmas masterpiece that is Violent Night.

MASTERLIST

gif by nick-offerman

“Well, well, what do we have here? Isn’t that the Tooth Fairy herself?” The familiar gravelly voice has you shiver before you even see him.

“What are you doing here?” he continues as you swirl back to face him. Here he is. In all his glory, red velvet and white fur and the gray of his fluffy beard. Gold sparks of magic still floating around him.

“Nick! Nice to see you again! How am I doing? Fine, thanks for asking!” you answer sharply.

He seems unbothered by your sarcastic greetings.  “You know it’s actually my night, right, sweetheart?” he croons, taking a step toward you.

“Well, it happens that the kid in this house lost a tooth today, so it’s also my night. I work all year round, Nicomund, I’m not some lazy old man who manages to complain while doing shit for most of the year.” you snap back. 

“Oof, darling, no need to be so mean. You don’t want to end on my naughty list, don’t you?” He takes one step further, crossing slowly but surely the length of the living room. The place is cozy, old fireplace but modern floor, new sofa but vintage quilts. The tall christmas tree is a real one and it smells like pine and spice and sugar. Like Christmas. Fairy lights spread across the place bathe the room in a soft warm glow. Seeing him in such a decor, it feels like a freaking cheesy Holiday movie. Except you know him, know what he’s capable of, and he’s far from the lazy old man you accuse him to be. 

“Well, I don’t have time to play games Nick, so unless you’ve lost a tooth yourself, I have to go.” you don’t sound as sure of yourself as you’d like. That’s his fault, he unsettles you, makes you dream of domesticity, of chocolate and marshmallows, of cuddles in front of the fire, of all those soft other things you don’t have time to indulge in. 

“Oh sweetie, you won’t believe me, because actually I’m afraid I’ve lost a couple teeth earlier tonight.” He rasps, and behind the sirupy lull of his low voice, you notice for the first time the thin hint of pain. Now that he’s closer, you actually take the time to really look at him. There is a split on his right cheekbone, specks of dried blood on his jaw, spots of red on the white fur of his collar. His usual stupid hat is absent, and his hair hastily tied up in a bun. The tiny round glasses are nowhere to be seen. His sleeves are bunched up, showing off the dark swirls of ink under his skin, meeting the blue-black of fresh bruises. 

“Nick, what happened…?”

Flashbacks of wars long lost invade your mind. Nicomund the Red and his hammer. Bathed in blood and mud and death. The stench of it clinging to the inside of your nose for days after the battles. Ears ringing with the screams of your dying enemies for countless nights. Your own sword covered in gore. 

“Hey, you with me, sweetheart?” Nick’s hand lands on your shoulder and you’re suddenly brought back to your senses. To now, to the cozy living room and the smell of Christmas candles. He’s the one injured, yet he focuses on you. It’s not the first time. It’s been going on for millenia now.

“It’s a long story, but I’m fine.” he adds now that he has your attention. 

“What about you?” he asks, and he cups your cheek, eyes the color of iron - moody skies - scanning your face. His palm is hot, rough pads against your delicate skin. You circle his wrist and nod in reassurance. He said he was fine but you can’t miss how he flinches under your touch, a muffled groan of discomfort escaping him. 

“You’re still a bad liar, you know that, Nick? Let me see. My magic may help.”

He sits on the sofa, large thighs slightly open and strong feet on the ground, while you’re perched on one of his legs. You had opened his jacket, and traced his naked chest in search of every cut and bruise, blue sparks at the tip of your fingers, healing them on your way. You remember doing the same thing a very long time ago, when you both did not have your magic yet. It’s intimate. Weirdly familiar. His warm body under yours strangely soothing. 

You push the jacket even lower, revealing his broad shoulders, hard muscles under the soft curves of his body. Runes and sacred symbols itched in his skin, reminding you of home. You shift on top of him to reach his back and powerful hands fly up to your waist to help you keep your balance. The heat of him warms up your core, and you find yourself not wanting to leave his embrace. 

Once you’re mainly done, you sit back, and stare at his face. His hands are still on your waist, burning where they meet the sliver of bare flesh between your top and pants. It’s unconscious, your body reacting on its own, but you ground yourself on his leg, your cunt pressing against his thigh in search of something you’ve denied yourself for too long. He notices of course - arched brow and knowing smile - and the iron of his irises melt to a deep night blue. Your fingertips ghost over the crinkle at the corner of his eyes, smooth over the silver strands of his beard, just enough time for you to gather your courage and finally take the bait of his lips. 

You press delicate kisses on his mouth, until he parts his lips. He tastes like gingerbread and brandy and it pairs surprisingly well. Nick keeps kissing you and strengthens his hold on you, brings you down on his thigh and flexes the muscle. He drinks your sudden gasp with a low chuckle. Bastard. 

“You like this, mmh? Come on, take what you need my little fairy.” he whispers in your neck, his beard tickling your skin and making you giggle softly. He repeats his move, encouraging you to find your own rhythm. Warmth builds and builds between your legs, you can feel how wet you’re becoming while you seek the delicious friction of his thigh against your swollen flesh. 

Nick is drowning you in filthy praises between two deep kisses, tongue tasting the roof of your mouth like you’re a sugary treat. Your hands are buried in his long hair, yanking him to you when he dares to leave too much space between you two. You’re close but it’s not yet enough, and you wish he would give you more, let you open his pants and really ride him. 

It’s like he can read in your mind - you don’t understand how the whole wish thing works, maybe he is - and he rises from the couch, holding you in his arms in an impressive display of strength, before he spins and lays you back down on the sofa, landing on top of you. 

“I guess you deserve a gift too sweetheart, you work so hard, it’s your turn to be taken care of.” He dips his head, kisses you once again, and there’s a devotion and a passion that wasn’t there a moment earlier. He smiles against your lips and his voice is like molten chocolate, decadent and rich: “Merry Christmas” he rasps, before sliding lower and bringing down your pants with him.

#nicomund the red #david harbour #david harbour x reader #david harbour imagine #david harbour fanfiction #santa claus #santa claus fanfiction #santa claus x reader #daddy christmas #violent night #violent night fanfiction #nick x reader #christmas fluff #holiday shenanigans

[somethin-human]

*cough* aNYwAy!

Sam headcanons 🤠

As mentioned before, he was gifted a frog Build A Bear by one of the Shaw Pack mates. It’s name is Sammy and he has a little cowboy hat.

He has one (1) cowboy hat but he never wears it. He only has it because Vincent gifted it to him for some reason when they were first getting to know each other.

Before Darlin’ came into the picture, he had a pet dog.

He hates doing his weekly drink of blood because he thinks it’s gross so he has a little “fun” with it and uses a shot glass instead of drinking it from a bag.

Although vampires don’t need actual food to survive, he still has meals with Darlin’ so they don’t feel lonely or so that he makes sure they’re eating properly. He also just really likes the taste of his own cooking.

He’s very “traditional” when it comes to relationships. Like, when he met Darlin’, he felt the need to meet their family. Obviously we don’t really know much about Darlin’ family so the Shaw Pack was the next best thing.

His cabin doesn’t feel as southern as his vibes set out to be. Darlin’ was really surprised to see the lack of taxidermy and animal skulls hung up on his wall.

Addition to home decor, he has a lot of fake plants because this man has no idea how tf to keep a plant alive to save his life, but he wants his home to feel alive in a way.

He doesn’t own a lot of sweaters, but he does have a SH*T ton of flannels. Like a very very concerning amount of them.

I could be wrong but I think I remember seeing on the timeline that Sam didn’t have a good home life growing up. When he left, he did take a photo of his family because he genuinely does miss them in a way, but would never come to visit (nor could he because he’s a vampire and all that).

When him and Darlin’ moved in together, he thought about getting a dog, but when Darlin’s wolf fur started getting everywhere, he decided to pass on it.

He’s deathly afraid of chickens.

He’s thought about wanting kids but after having to take care of Darlin’, he doesn’t feel the need to anymore lmao.

He has a picture of his first party (whatever the vampire party was called) with the clan. He absolutely hates seeing himself in a suit, but Darlin’ loves it and thinks he looks “very pretty”, in their words.

He sleeps on his stomach. Whenever he wakes up, he’s always super sprawled out, the blanket isn’t even on him anymore.

I’m pretty sure this is already canon, but his favorite season is autumn/fall. He just likes the colors and how it’s not really as sunny outside so he’s able to sit on his porch during the day.

Sam can sing. Like really well. The first time he actually sung around people was during a little meet up with the Shaw Pack and they did Karaoke. He sung River by BRKN LOVE, as Darlin’ requested and they absolutely fell more in love with him.

I feel like Darlin’ also got him into Hozier but the only songs he religiously listens to is Would That I, Like Real People Do, and Cherry Wine (but specifically the live version).

He HATES dancing. Absolutely hates it. The most he’ll do is tap his foot or sway a little bit.

Definitely gives the absolute best hugs. He’s a tall, little bit chonky guy. He gives the most perfect bear hugs.

Also because he’s not an actual prince, but is a duke of the Solaire Clan, William got him a custom made broach. He’s very grateful for it and never wears it. He leaves it in the box on his dresser with his other important trinkets and photos.

He has a box full of random stuff that Darlin’ has collected over the years from the forest.

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #redacted sam #redacted asmr sam #redacted audio sam

[yandere-genji]

I loved your Cassidy fic with him keeping his pet up in the mountains….. it gave me IDEAS. This doesn’t have to be a request, just food for thought. I love a guilty yandere….. what if reader ended up getting really sick after their punishment? Like a high fever, bedridden for a week at least, always shivering and sniffling in that way that just tugs at his insides something fierce…. And then, for the cherry on top, maybe they end up revealing that they went through his things because they were scared something was coming from the woods to get them complete with the sniffling “I’m sorry daddy….” With those little coughs. I just think it would be so good for him to feel like the scum of the earth a little bit 😈

I think the really interesting thing that this idea really delves into is the question: how does guilt affect Cassidy? On the basis that he knows reader, he doesn’t hide his darkest side. To strangers who wouldn’t know any better, he’s that same charming and approachable man you had first met. But now that you really knew him, that shroud was unveiled and you saw his true colors. 

Hardly does he apologize for his harsh treatment of you, but he does go through efforts to make sure you’re alright afterward. Initially, he didn’t feel any guilt if you were in pain or troubled by his punishments or forced advances. He saw it as growing pains and the necessary evils that were a product of being with a man like him. But as he broke you in, that swiftly changed. You first became obedient out of fear to provoke him. That softened him up, made him want to reward you for being so good for him. And when you were receptive to that, you gradually melted into his commands and damn did that do things to him. He thought that having you by his side, straddling his thighs and planting soft lips on his prickly beard was a distant dream. But when it became real, you stole his heart, and that’s when he really started getting soft with you in a way he had never felt for someone before. 

Don’t get me wrong, that is not to say that Cassidy isn’t sympathetic. His charm isn’t superficial, either, he can read people well and present to them what they want to see. Besides being the fastest gun in the new west, it’s another reason why he was such a notorious gunslinger. He’s persuasive with a silver tongue. But he’s a killer and more prone to using his more empathetic sensibilities to suit his personal gains. The only person he could say he had truly loved was his mama, and those feelings had long since been forgotten after she passed. But he felt that same warmth and love in you. 

Still, he wasn’t always patient when you misbehaved, and that night when he caught you outside the cabin in the mountains and rummaging through his work equipment, he was already riled up. His blood was boiling and he abandoned his gentler nature in favor of getting something out of your disobedience. And the look on your face made it so much easier for him to seek his satisfaction from your pain. He loved holding you in his arms and making love to you in your shared bed just as much as he loved fucking you into oblivion in a dirty, freezing tool shed. He was ruthless either way, but he was a different man when he wanted you to be punished. You were bruised and sore everywhere afterwards, unsure if your condition was due to exposure to the freezing temperatures of the mountains or from Cassidy’s abuse. He had left early that morning, leaving you before you even woke, and he was still lingering in that domineering headspace. Unaware that you were catching a fever and coughing up your lungs at home. While he was gone for most of the day, you were usually expected to tidy up the house, but you had no energy to do anything but rest. You knew Cassidy would berate you about the state of the house, probably punish you when he got home, but your pounding headache made it impossible for you to think about any consequences. You just wanted to sleep.

And when Cassidy did came home, the first thing he saw was your sleeping body huddled close to the fireplace with a cup of tea beside you. He noticed the dirty plates in the sink, the floor littered with a few dust bunnies, and the bed still a mess from this morning. Everything you hoped he wouldn’t, but knew he would, notice. This wasn’t usual, though. Besides the mess, whenever he came home, you were always eager to greet him, sometimes with food and a beer in hand. It was what he looked forward to every day. And he had never caught you in a nap like this. Something was wrong, and he was feeling less inclined to punish you and more concerned for your well-being. He kneeled level to you, your body humming as you slept. Eyes closed shut, red around the edges and face wet with sweat. Without hesitation, he sat you up against the wall. Of course, it had woken you up and startled you, but Cassidy was far too occupied with figuring out what was wrong with you to care. You called his name, and he could tell just by the sound of your voice that you had come down with a nasty cold. He was relieved it was nothing too serious, but relief was quickly washed away by the harsh pang of guilt. And you panicked, expecting him to be pissed about the mess, and you poured a litany of explanations. Apologizing profusely for being so lazy.

Cassidy huffed, disappointed in himself for letting this happen to you, “Why the hell did you have to leave the damn house, huh? Wandering through my shit like it were you own…”

You had mistook his comment as a jab at you and not at the situation that you had found yourself in. Now you were nervous, he had that same tone of voice he took when he was upset with you but much less playful. Your mind spoke for you, without much thought about what you were saying, “I’m so sorry, Daddy,” you sniffled and shook as a chill ran through you, “I feel terrible. I shouldn’t have gone outside, it was really bad. And it was really scary, it was so dark and I thought I saw something, maybe a bear or a wolf. I don’t know, maybe it was just a deer. But I didn’t know and I went through your work stuff because I wanted to find that journal you showed me with all the animals in it so I could figure out what the heck it was and I’m so sorry Daddy. Please don’t be mad at me…”

Your voice trailed off as tears rolled down your puffy eyes and onto your red cheeks. Jesse exhaled, wiping away the wetness from your face with a gloved hand. He wrapped his warm serape around your shivering body and softly kisses the top of your head. The air was silent, unreadable to you as Cassidy held you in his arms and continued to pamper you despite your bad behavior. But he was so comforting that it didn’t matter and you leaned into every touch. Looking up to meet his eyes, you tried to read him. He returned your gaze with his own, as soft as his sharp, whiskey eyes could be. 

Fuck, you hit him where it hurt. Looking up at him with those doe eyes and begging for his forgiveness. Poor thing, trapped all by your lonesome. To think you were frightened just by the fact he wasn’t with you, that you just needed him to take care of you. Now here you were, sick as a dog and still desperately in need of him while he was gone. He failed you, and punished you harshly for his own shortcomings. 

“Baby,” he almost hummed, combing his fingers through your hair, “I ain’t mad, ain’t even close.”

“Really?” you asked, delighted, “Even though the cabin’s a mess?”

He chucked, pulling you close and lifting your face close to his for a soft kiss, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head ‘bout that. Let’s get you to bed, Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

#lol i really wasn’t expecting this to be as long as it is oh well #can u tell i like this guy #dark overwatch #yandere overwatch #yandere #cole cassidy x reader #yandere cole cassidy #dark cole cassidy #cassidy #yandere cassidy #dark cassidy #yandere au #yandere!overwatch #yandere mccree

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Soisawyoudothedragonsnow

Can i get all (or any dragon of ur choice)

So! With that in mind! For the alphabet thing(sfw/sugar) with the letters being

N AND R!!!!!!!!!!

So there- :D

『Ah hell let’s put em all in a pot yeah? Lil skrunks I lub em』

400 Followers Milestone Event — Draconic Five (Pitaya, Ananas, Lotus, Lychee and Longan with… we’ll that’s pretty clear now is it just look above sjdjdka)

Again, from the Sugar List! 🍡 Time to get fluffy!

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

Pit is just all over the place with nicknames. They call you something different each day however it usually falls on the lines of “babe,” “baby,” “babes,” “babeycakes,” etc etc…

They do it because you did it first and was like “huh how cool I got a name 😎”

However they also make up nicknames to annoy the shit out of you.

Like say if you were on your period this is where you would have to get your shoe out to beat them with. They make up period style nicknames that get weirder as the day goes on.

Such as “hey my little red rocket❤️” or “what’s hangin my little blood fountain of goodness?” it gets weird and gross, prepare to fight.

But on a serious note they usually use the pet names because you do. Simple.

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

They’re creative in their own light. They’re… special.

“For you, babe!~” cue the ring of fire that transforms into a heart, a demon popping out of it with a stuffed plush heart that says “u cute” on it.

Holds your hand in public and snuggles up to you on car rides. They purr a lot too, it’s a wonder how people see them as a big tough guy. They’re a teddy bear practically look!

Sets up dates that usually have some kind of entertainment like going to hibachi grills where they cook in front of you, it stimulates his tingling braincells and he loves seeing you laugh.

All in all, very creative and romantic in their own special way. They’re very “I’m original and not like the other dragons,” yk?

“lob you bb ❤️” a lot in texts

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

Ananas wasn’t the first to use them, no. But ever since you called them “honey,” he blushed, pouted, crossed his arms, said “stop,” in a very tsundere type fashion, went to their bedchamber, and melted with the hearts and flowers around them gushing.

They call you their treasure, something that sounds personal and sweet, warm to the touch. They did this after they finally gave into the fact that they liked you.

You primarily use pet names like “your majesty,” in an attempt to poke fun at them, however, Ananas actually takes a liking to this.

Other than the occasional “darling” or “dear,” there really isn’t another nickname they use. They call you by your name if not a nickname.

However there is one other name they have for you, which they use on very special occasions, which is “emas,” or “gold” in Malay.

They love the nicknames you give them, and albeit they aren’t the huge fan of them, Ananas tolerated them greatly. 🧡

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

It can be half and half with them. Ananas can be romantic if they really wanted to be, however, they normally come off as someone from a ghlibi film when they try.

Takes you out on flights and courts you with the finest gold they can find in their hoard, being extremely selective on the gifts they give you. They are also very selective on who prepares your food, how it’s prepared, etc. They want you to have nothing but perfection, which is romantic to them.

They love sunsets because of the colors they emit; the pinks, oranges, purples and yellows and blues, they take you to the highest point on the archipelago just to watch the sun set with you. They may also bring dinner with them along with refreshments and a blanket to sit on if they want to stay with you for a while.

They love nuzzles as well, and while sitting with you they may nuzzle into you while low quiet purring comes from their throat.

Merry Go Round of Life or Dearly Beloved in the background of course, some nice soft songs, leaving you both warm and comfy within the guise of the setting sun.

Even their gaze softens around you, on private that is. Soft smiles and pupils that don’t look as sharp, a far more tender side to Ananas that that rarely ever show anyone but you.

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

They call you “Kirei,” and write it out as 綺麗、meaning “pretty” in Japanese. They may also call you “utsuku,” or the first kanji in the word “utsukushii,” written like 美しい、meaning beautiful.

Lotus primarily uses nicknames in private, and they use them often to show affection. You haven’t called them a nickname up to this point, however after your relationship began you tended to call Lotus Dragon… Lotus, shortening it to show familiarity.

Even this though makes them smile. They tell you that you don’t have to put a nickname on them if you don’t want to because even the shortening of their name is enough to show them how you feel.

Eventually you start calling them “love,” which leads them to hug you.

Cherishes every name you give them and will lick your cheek out of happiness.

Often sends you text messages in the morning, telling you to have a good day, to not forget to do anything important, and that they love you. 💙

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

Makes songs for you, sometimes adding lyrics to them. These are played on their mandolin, and they play these songs for you at night when all the servants are sleeping.

Allows you to stay in their bedchambers with them, or in their throne room during the day, where you both sit in comfort, with you oftentimes sitting close to Lotus as they wrap you comfortably in their tail.

Loves the way you smell, and once commanded some of the servants to make them a cologne that smelled like you.

Will hold dinners for you, making sure that all food prepared and all refreshments provided are of purest quality, the most superb pure ingredients that are so fresh you wouldn’t be able to tell if they were the real thing or out of a commercial.

Likes to cuddle and will allow you to touch their horns, a rather sensitive place for all dragons. This is a sign of trust as they hug you with their arms and tail, softly combing their finger through your hair and humming to themselves, letting out soft purrs here and there.

Probably the most romantic out of the five.

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

“Bestie, girlboss, queen, lovely, king, dolly,,,”

you best believe lychee is gonna be the first one to use a nickname with ya.

Loves to call you these names while hugging you from behind. They’re so preppy that they call you these nicknames whether in private or public, they don’t care about what people think about your relationship with them. You’re special to them and if anyone says otherwise they’re gonna get their foot in their mouth.

You are the Angel that they couldn’t kill, so be glad they’re letting you keep your soul. They love it too much to take it.

Wonders if you have a nickname for them as well and often asks you about it with them pink draconic pupils and uwu like smile.

“Baby face.” “What?” “Babyface, because you got a babyface and you’re cute.” “Aww, hehehe! That’s so cute! I love that- wait you think I’m cute?~”

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

They’re def more cliche with showing their love to you, often taking you somewhere on their island that they think is pretty to show you.

Pretty clothes that have but no longer wear are given to you as courting gifts as well as jewelry or makeup.

They may also have these bonding nights with you where they wanna give you makeovers n such, like having a girls night, complete with wine, Facebook or Twitter, face masks with the cucumbers, Madonna, etc.

Also Madonna karaoke, if anyone disagrees on the fact that lychee listens to Madonna I’m quitting-

“MATERIAL GIRL!” Tells you to slay cutely and that they love ya!

Spams you with hearts and flowers bc why not it’s cute

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

okay they’re stiff as hell with nicknames. You started to call them “dear,” just to see how they would react. And they just continued to call you by your name. As your relationship progressed they did start to call you “honey.” Thats about it.

Longan is weird about nicknames. Don’t get too soft with them, they don’t like it.

Prefers you call them nicknames in private as they do so as well. Is very private and doesn’t like to show much emotion.

Calls you pet names when they’re tired, as they don’t realize all the time that they do, plus they when they’re tried, there a lot more docile.

Calls you “princess,” and “my beloved” while cuddling.

Will not admit it no matter what you or the other dragons do but they love to be babied when tired. Call them baby boy when he warms up in cuddling. Will kiss your neck and tell you they love you.

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

No that’s wrong ❌

You think Longan is romantic and caring?? They can get this way… after some millennia. But love is something Longan fears. They’re extremely protective of their heart and will not get attached quickly.

However, if you’re immortal, that’s different.

The fear still lingers though that somehow they will have to outlive you. So they try to be as understanding as possible to make sure you don’t leave them. Key word being try.

Most if not all their knowledge on how to be romantic comes from movies and or books they have read. 

So they are probably the most cliche out of the dragons. Roses, jazz, that shit. Incredibly cheesy and their attempts make you laugh, which makes them confused, but they’re trying, okay? It’s the thought that counts! If it makes you feel better they really like movies and will watch them with you. 🧡

#infrawrites #infradelivers #400 followers event! #crob headcanons #crob x reader #crob #pitaya dragon cookie #ananas dragon cookie #lotus dragon cookie #lychee dragon cookie #longan dragon cookie #crk x reader #crk headcanons #cookie run overbreak #cookie run kingdom

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Progression, Chapter 4: Bad

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The Mad Lads have set up extra shielding around The Muse's room, creating a sanctuary for him when his powers are just too much for him to control. CW: Self-harm (trichotillomania), blood (real and imagined), Written for @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper's @dukeceit-week-2024, Day 4: Hair/Teeth

The first few strands were the slowest.

He’d started at the back of his neck, not really meaning to pull but… not really stopping himself when he felt the sting, either. He twisted his fingers through his hair, soft and slippery at first, fingers sliding right through the curls he made.

He hummed as he stimmed, some ancient song about old dead kings he’d heard in Jannie’s mind a few years ago.

The floor had grown hard against his back, pressing into his shoulder blades, his sacrum. The dinner Papa Bear had brought down no longer steamed, the inviting aroma of turmeric and chickpeas long faded and his room now smelt more of damp condensation than food. 

His walls buzzed against him, muting the sounds and colors and textures of the world outside his room like a drafty window kept in warmth. He shivered in the cold and caught the bits of heat that leaked through the cracks.

He breathed and tangled his hair around his fingers, sharp teeth cutting into his flesh. The sting turned to a burn and he shook and yanked his hand away.

Four strands of hair came away with it.

The Muse stared at them for a long time, watching the hairs sway with each breath. Watching his reddened fingertips pound and throb with his pulse. Then he reached back and wound a lock around his fingers and tugged. Hard.

More hair came away.

He pulled again and again. And again. His hands grew warm and wet and the slip slippy slippery feel between his fingers made it harder to get a grip but he persisted. After a while the wetness on his skin dried into a clumpy, grippy stickiness.

He pulled and pulled and pulled again, sitting up to reach every spot on his skull, his face, his neck. Once that skin was bare, he peeled off his shirt and plucked away the hair on his forearms, his knuckles, his chest. Under his arms. His belly. He pushed up his pant legs but he could only reach so far that way so he stood, sticky, shaking fingers fumbling the clasp at waist.

-”Muse!”- Jannie’s voice filled his mind and he spun around the empty room. -”Muse, what are you doing?!”-

~

“Hey, um, Jay?” Virge trembled where he stood with Ro just outside the doorway, one arm wrapped around the taller Mad Lad’s waist. Ro’s eyes were closed and he leaned heavily against Virge’s shoulder, a tremor at his jaw. “The field’s not working. It’s Re—”

Janus dropped his own thin shield and the full force of their worry slammed into him.

As did Muse’s mind.

Janus' scalp and upper lip went numb, prickly fire spread over the rest of his body, sharp, stabbing lines up and down his arms and his chest. Under his gloves, his fingertips were rough and swollen, fingers stuck together. They smelled like copper.

Janus ripped off his gloves and stared at his own hands. They were clean, unmarred. Save for his scars, of course.

-”Muse! Muse, what are you doing?!”- He didn’t wait for a response and ran for the waiting elevator. “Get some distance from HQ," he ordered over this shoulder. "Take the transport and find Patton and Luc.” He stumbled past the elevator doors, tripping on something that wasn't really there. “Stay there until I call for you!” he added before the doors closed and the burning grew.

-"What have you done, Muse?"-

The Muse’s thoughts were a jumble of nonsense, words layered on words, a kaleidoscope of colors behind closed lids. His heartbeat, their heartbeats a steady line through it all. 

-”Nothing, Jannie. Nothing. I swear.”--”Everything.”--”What a shame. Yeah, my face. It cost me the crown-”-”Isn’t it wonderful?”-

-”Muse, I’m on my way. Wait for me, Muse. Wait for me.” The elevator doors swished open and Janus bolted out into the dark hall and straight to The Muse’s new room.

A cackle filled his mind. -”Where am I gonna go? I’m stuck. Stuck to the floor, stuck to the cold floor like ice like when you touch ice right from the cold and you stick to it and you pry it away but if you pry too hard you’ll pry away your skin, too but maybe that can help cause the way to get unstuck is to put a little warm water or or warm air or warm blood and if you pry away enough of your skin it's all warm and wet underneath…”-

Janus flung open the door, and sucked in a sharp breath when he stepped within the bounds of The Muse’s shield and nothing separated their thoughts. -”Muse…”- He didn’t know if he spoke aloud. He tried again. “Muse… Muse look at me.” 

Bright green eyes bored into his, a thousand blades sinking into his skin and peeling back every defense. He focused on breathing and closed off his own thoughts as best he could against the onslaught.

“Jannie,” The Muse whispered aloud. He reached for his hand, dried and fresh blood smearing on his gloves. “Jannie, you’re here?”

“I’m here, Muse,” Janus nodded and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The Muse melted into his arms, head tucked against his shoulder. “You’re here.”

“Yes, Muse,” he whispered again. “I’m here.”

#Progression #ts janus #ts remus #Mad Lads #Meus ex Machina #dukeceit #dukeceitweek2024 #demus #platonic dukeceit #janus sanders #remus sanders #cw self harm #cw trichotillomania #hair pulling #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic

[rubykgrant]

(it wouldn't be an interview with a Q and A! Enjoy Sarge being Sarge~)

Q- What did you know about Blood Gulch before you arrived there?

A- I knew it had BLOOD in the name, which was a fitting title for my red-blooded Red Team. I knew there was an opposing Blue Team waiting for us. I knew we had to guard our flag, and kill anything that wasn’t Red, or the approved affiliated colors. I knew… this was supposed to be a special assignment, pretty top-secret, and I wasn’t supposed to discuss that fact with anybody not in-the-know. I guess that was one of the ways the UNSC tricked us all into keeping quiet about what was going on, so nobody would realize it was all just- just a big simulation. Oh, well. Hindsight, 50-50.

I knew I was supposed to have two soldiers with me from the get-go, but there was some kinda mix-up. Figures Grif would be late, but you’d think Simmons would try to be on time! Which for him, is 20 minutes early! So, I had some time to m’self at the base for a while. No big deal, I kept busy! Found some spare parts and a robot kit at the base, and with a little imagination, duct-tape, and Chemical X, Lopez was born!

Q- Did you have a particular purpose or goal in mind when you first created Lopez?

A- Eh, just wanted to make a decent soldier in case the human ones I got stuck with were lack-luster… I might have had a real premonition about that. Though, I did remove a lot of the restrictions on Lopez’s programming. Laws of robotics be damned, my boy was gonna be able to advance his own internal processing capabilities without limits!

Huh. Come t’think of it… I’m not sure if he was ONLY loyal out of obligation to follow orders… the robot kit didn’t have the usual virtual locks built in, I guess because it was meant to be a spare for the computer ghost who forgot he was a computer ghost. The robot would have needed to accommodate for the decision-making of an AI like that. And if I turned off all the protocols that contained the advancements of internal capabilities…

I, uh. Might have accidentally made a robot with free will, but I never TOLD him he had free will. So he didn’t know he had free will.

Q- That’s certainly an unusual situation… did you decide to name your robot before or after he was completed?

A- During. Half way through, I just thought- this thing needs a name. Lopez was the first one that popped into my head… I helped out at a livestock show as a kid. NO, I wasn’t a judge, I made that part up, sue me. I just made sure the animals had plenty of food and water. The man who was the ACTUAL judge, he was named Lopez. Used to let me grab a free Yoo-Hoo from the fridge in the office. If I hadn’t gone into the army, I would’ve liked to maybe do what he did. Anyway, I was feeling sentimental that day, named my robot after a good guy. Sue me!

Q- Then, it had nothing to do with the communication settings for the robot?

A- No… that was an accident. Hey, wait! Even if there was a problem with the voice chip, the fact that I took off all the limitations and program locks- Lopez should have been able to change the settings on his audio functions at any point! He knows how to repair that kinda thing too, he’s done it for our radios and communicators! Has he been speaking Spanish this whole time BY CHOICE!?

…

… I’m so proud… without anything stopping him, Lopez is just naturally ornery and obstinate… but he’s still loyal even when he’s not forced to follow orders… now, that’s a REAL RED!

Q- Since you value unconventional qualities in members of Red Team, do you still consider Grif, Simmons, and Donut “lack-luster”?

A- That’s not a fair question. What am I, on trial here?

Q- We can skip that if you want… would you rather talk about-

A- Fine, fine, ‘ya twisted my arm! Simmons is… good at agreeing with me. Except for when he doesn’t. Which is… perhaps occasionally a positive trait. To question authority. Except for when it isn’t. Like when it’s MY authority. Except… when I am, perhaps occasionally, WRONG. That boy really stuck to his guns during the whole “Blue Team Tank” incident. Could’ve just nodded his head and dropped the subject when I wouldn’t listen, but he didn’t. Simmons went and proved the Blue Menace was still a threat by finding the tank and defecting to join Blue Team, fought us as a one-man army, and then when he came back, he tried to take over and bury me alive. Like a good and proper Red!

Donut is good at being reliably unpredictable. He’s like a secret weapon. He’s stronger than people think, he’s smarter than people think, and he’s a lot more vicious than people think… and I’m not just talking about his talent for insulting poor interior design. He’s also infinitely more annoying than you’d think it was possible for one person to be, but Donut found a way. That boy is a very… unique brand of chatter-box. Nobody else knows what to do with somebody like that, which is why he’s perfect for Red Team!

Grif is.

Grif… is good at...

He’s very...

Grif is very Grif.

Q- Grif is very Grif?

A- Yes.

Q- Is that… a compliment, or an insult?

A- Yes.

…

… alright, listen. Grif is… good at… NOT dying. Even against all odds, and my best efforts to use him as a human-shield, or moving target, nothing has managed to actually kill him. Which has turned out to be a GOOD thing. In general, because this means we’re better than the Blues. But it is also… fortunate… that Grif in particular is still around. Because of. Reasons.

Ugh, I might have to take a break, go wash my mouth out with soap.

#red vs blue #rvb

[mha-platonic-yanderes]

Hear me out on this, touyas daughter being an albino like touyas is(was? Idk) and having white hair that turns red when she feels a really strong emotion.

Now that you e got that image in your head, imagine the reader having a breakdown when her grandparents and uncles and aunt try and take her home from the hospital. The reader’s hair turning a deep crimson and smoke coming from her fingertips.

“No, I’m not going with you! Or anyone for that matter!” The reader says, the raggedy mop of white hair starting to turn red from the roots.

“Honey, please calm down. Your grandfather and I will explain everything in the car home. You’ll feel better with a shower, some warm food? Come on.” Rei says, taking a step closer to the frightened girl.

“Absolutely not. I’m not going with you or him, and I’m absolutely not wearing that pink frilly monstrosity. I’m going to wear my own clothes, and go back to my own home,” the reader says, grabbing the old, ripped, dirty clothes they were rescued in.

“Stop this nonsense young lady. You will respect us and our decisions. We are your grandparents and your legal guardians. Do as we say or you won’t like the consequences.” Endeavor, the number one hero says, the flames of his beard growing with his frustration.

“No! I don’t know you! Leave me alone!” Her hair is a dark red, smoke coming off her fingers. Pent up anger from years of pro heros neglect of the poor areas of town, to the abandonment of both her mother and so called father. Those fuckers.

“Honey, please. You’re burning your clothes. Please.” Rei tries to calm you down, slowly approaching you as if she is approaching an abused, neglected puppy. Well there isn’t too much of a difference in the eyes of your caring grandparents.

Your fingertips are burned, hair blood red, you look unhinged. The girl in the mirror is one that had to be made to survive. Always alert, never relaxed. Looking at the kind looking lady across from you, who is slowly making her way closer to you, the feeling of unease washes over you.

“We can get you some other clothes. Some similar to the ones you’re wearing now, but warmer. Our youngest son, your uncle, can bring over some of his clothes. He is the smallest, I’d offer my clothes or my daughter, your aunt, but neither of us wear traditionally comfy clothes. Okay. Just please sit down.” Rei says, coaxing you into sitting back down on the bed.

“Thank you. Now your grandfather is going to go get your uncle shoto’s clothes, and he will be right back. I’ll stay here with you till he comes back. Okay sweetie?”

“Fine.” You mutter, the roots of your hair returning to the pure white color that reminds her of Touya.

“Good.” She says, getting her children on the phone to inform them of everything what is going on with you. The newest addition to the family

okay but i love that image! but i totally don't think that rei is being all too sweet for nothing. and enji may seem like the one in control, but rei is the driving force behind your acquisition.

obviously, who put your mother on ice? who found you at all? and who told enji that he'll have to be strict at the start, in order for change to happen between you and enji? eventually, you'll be grateful for his softer side, once you've earned it?

and this was your only chance at real escape. hide in a large hospital, sneak out of a back corridor? there are so many long hallways and so many exits. they can't cover them all. but you sat back down, you were deescalated. and theyre taking you home, treating it as if you were touya, and he never even left.

#mha platonic yanderes #platonic yandere #yandere mha #yandere bnha #bnha #mha #reader insert #yandere todoroki clan #yandere todoroki family

[kawaiidoodles95-blog]

The Stranger Stampy Circus - Chapter 5

The 5th chapter of a long series I am making!

NOTICE: This is 11+! Throughout this story, there will be light mentions of blood, death, war, darker humor, and violence. While nothing here is explicit, if this bothers you in any way, keep on moving. Trust me. I won't be mad.

AN: I am making this not only on here but on google docs. This is a crossover between Stranger Things, Stampy's Lovely World, The Amazing Digital Circus, and Wonka. Each chapter will have a name of one of the characters (or main POV's I refer to them as,) and whoever's name is on the chapter title is the person narrating the chapter.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy TSSC!

Chapter 5: Stampy

(A day later)

I looked at Pomni, then at the rest of the group. Now we have a whole lot of people; Me, Vecna, Fizzy, Polly, William, Veeva, Pomni, Caine, Ragatha, and Jasper. “Pomni, my dear, what was that ping for?” Caine asked. “Apparently someone abstracted,” Pomni muttered. “I feel like I missed something, what’s abstracting?” Vecna asked, shaking his head. “Well… it’s the process of dying in our video game. The longing and want to leave drives people to the brink of madness, causing them to become this glitchy distorted form,” Ragatha explained. “Holy moly! That’s a bad way to go,” I frowned, my ears lowering and my tail between my legs. 

“Did ANY of you bring cookies? I am gonna commit mass murder and overthrow the U.S government if you don’t give me one RIGHT NOW,” Fizzy threatened. “Holy shoot, Fizzy! NO! We did not bring cookies, and you are NOT overthrowing the government,” Jasper snapped. “Since when did you care about the government, authority, and it being overthrown?” Pomni teased. “Guys, guys. SHUT THE HECK UP. Who did this abstracting thing?” Vecna asked. Pomni looked at her watch which I assume gives notifications about the game. It was red and blue; the same colors of her skirt. It had a very shiny finish. Looking closely, every one of her colleagues had the same kind of watch.

“Apparently the one who abstracted was a guy on the Digital Circus server by the name of Hit the Target,” Pomni said. My pupils shrunk, and I realized what I did. I banished HTT (his initials) somewhere, but I didn’t know where. But now I do. Whatever this “Digital Circus” world was… it killed him. “He… died? But he’s already dead,” Veeva mentioned. “Stampy killed him once.” I looked at her. “But I resurrected him,” I said, giving a counterpoint. “So what? He’s a green zombie, he still can’t die!” Veeva explained. “But this is a video game,” Vecna said, “video game logic isn’t the same as real life logic.” I nodded, remembering all of my times in MINECRAFT when I almost died.

-+*~*+-

Everyone was eagerly talking while the dinner was passed around. There was a big, juicy chicken. Everyone dug into that, while Vecna, the head of the table, took bites out of his food that no human ate. I stared at everyone, eating. Though I wasn’t hungry. I still felt guilt for HTT’s death despite all the pain he caused. He killed my dogs, kidnapped me and my helpers, almost blew up my lovely world… I don’t know. I just felt bad.

#vecna/henry/001 #stampy cat #the amazing digital circus pomni #the stranger stampy circus #vecna/henry/one #stranger things #stampy’s lovely world #stampylonghead #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus caine #caine #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus ragatha #ragatha #tadc ragatha #the amazing digital circus jax #jax #tadc jax #tadc pomni #pomni #caine x pomni #pomni x caine #fizzy elephant #veeva dash #polly reindeer #william beaver #dark fanfiction #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #crossover

[farfromstrange]

A random Matt Murdock x f!vampire!reader thought I had on Halloween [and I’m now dropping it a month before Christmas ‘cause I can]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!vampire!reader

Warnings: vampires, religious imagery, dialogue heavy

a/n: lmk if you want me to turn this into an actual fic!! I enjoyed writing this little excerpt so if you want, I can spice my profile up and actually write this idea out!!

“This isn’t going to hurt me, you know?”

“Oh yeah?”

He stopped clutching the golden cross dangling from around his neck, building the perfect contrast to the crimson of his leather clad suit. The irony of the Devil’s horns paired with the religious piece of jewelry went straight past him, but never past the woman standing right before him on the steps of the small, abandoned chapel in the heart of New York City.

“Aren’t vampires supposed to burn at the sight of a crucifix?” He realized that burn might have been too strong of a word. “…or something equally as dramatic?” he added, the hint of a dark smirk gone lost in his voice.

She chuckled. The sound bounced off the high walls decorated with poison ivy and cobwebs, and the cracks in the stone were prove of the significant age of the catholic landmark. “That’s what humans like to believe,” she said. “In your pretty little heads it goes something like this: If the sight of Jesus on a cross can make the undead shake in their boots, God must surely be stronger than the evil lurking in the dark. I would know, I used to be like you once. A long time ago. But no, that’s actually a common misconception. The only emotion this crucifix elicits in me is pure, unbridled rage.”

“And you really think I’d believe that?”

“I would say take a look in the mirror, but,” she clicked her tongue, “I don’t think you are going to see anything. Not because the mirror would be empty but because you can’t see. That’s important to clarify.”

He chuckled. “Okay, I get it. You also have a reflection. You know, you could tell me anything you want, that still doesn’t make me believe you.”

“You don’t have a choice though.”

“Oh, I do. I always have a choice.”

“What, you want to throw garlic at me next?” The silence told her that he played with the thought. “Sweetie,” she cooed, condescension in its rawest form, “That’s not even going to leave a rash. Don’t like the smell or the taste, but then again, I do not require sustenance, so nobody cares that I don’t like garlic on my food.”

“So, no fear of crucifixes, no allergy to garlic and you have a reflection. Is anything they teach us about vampires real?”

“Fair question, but no. No matter how badly you want those myths to be reality, they’re just myths. Stories. Retellings. Children of the human imagination.”

“Bram Stoker’s Dracula.”

“Classic literature without meaning,” she said. “But it’s a good book, nonetheless.” He could hear the smile on her voice, which was about the only thing about her that was audible to his ears.

There was something terrifying about acknowledging the existence of vampires. They were dead, abominations, creation of Satan – vampires were unnatural, born from the deepest, darkest pits of hell.

Her lack of bodily functions made it almost impossible for him to anticipate her behavior and it had him right on the precipice bothering on insanity.

“You’re very educated, Matthew. I’m impressed. I like that I can talk to you on an intellectual level, although that outfit of yours is a disgrace hiding behind my favorite color.”

“Why,” he asked, “because blood is red?”

“Perhaps, or maybe it’s just because red looks good on almost everyone.”

He scoffed.

“Dear Matthew, I know I’m currently breaking your mind, but fear not! I don’t want to kill or eat you,” she said. “Not your blood anyway.” Her eyes trailed over his body. Needy they were. Aroused, even.

He caught up on it. The longing glance, the lick of her lips, letting the saliva drip from her tongue to her bottom lip. He didn’t need to see to imagine her wild eyes undressing him.

“What do you want?” he asked. The last thing he wanted was for her to get the wrong idea.

But that dangerous woman already had the wrong idea. In her head, it was the right one. An attractive man entering her temporary stay… she would be the last person to say no to that.

“Nothing,” she stated. “I don’t have an ulterior motive. I know you want to have a reason to hate me other than the fact that I stand against everything your little catholic heart stands for, but I can’t offer you that.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

“Myths, novels, folklore and everything else that even remotely borders on fantasy is something that feeds your human brain with things you understand. You want to believe what you know to be true in order to justify my untimely death if you were to drive a stake through my heart or something equally as dramatic. That way, you wouldn’t have to feel guilty for murdering me, but since you can probably tell that there is a faint heartbeat in my chest, it’d still be murder.”

“Untimely?” he scoffed. “I doubt that a vampire’s death could ever be untimely.”

“Three and a half centuries is actually pretty early for my species. Equals about the age of twenty in human years.”

“I don’t understand,” he expressed, desperate and he looked so small then, standing below her.

“My advice,” she said, taking a step down from her pedestal, “delete everything you think you know about vampires from lore or mythology and start making up your own mind.“

“Why?”

“Ask yourself this instead, why not? Why believe anything you can’t prove to be either false or true just because you have a gut feeling, or your world views are different? Isn’t that called prejudice?”

“Prejudice?”

“Yes. I know big words too, Matthew. I mean, I am very old.” Her smirk told him she took this anything but seriously. “Well, you are catholic,” she said. “Catholics thrive off of prejudice.”

Matt shook his head. “You have no right to judge me.”

“I’m not judging you. I’m simply telling you to open up your mind to the possibility that there might be actually a power that’s even stronger than God. Just the possibility. Consider that. Rethink the world, rethink your religion, even. Rethink everything and reconsider what’s really important. Once you’ve done that, come back and have tea with me. If we’re still not on the same page then, you may drive that stake through my heart after all. I know you want to. God knows you want to. The only person who doesn’t know,” she said, tilting her head to the side as if she was talking cutely to a child, “is you, Matthew.”

“Deal,” he spoke before his brain even got the chance to think about it. “But don’t think for a moment that you’re in control of me. I can make my own decisions, and if I end up deciding to get rid of you, that’s my choice too.”

The vampire shrugged. “That’s fine by me. I do not fear death in the way you humans do.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled breathlessly, “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna wish I’d been so merciful as to kill you.”

“Feisty, I like it,” she said, a smirk dancing on her lips in a heated salsa. “I look forward to talking to you again, Matthew.”

Her heels sounded faintly against the stone floor as she disappeared into the darkness of the abandoned church walls.

“You’re going to sleep in your coffin now?” he couldn’t help but toss after her.

The sweet sound of her usually so dooming laugh filled his ears. “Bed, actually,” she said, not even raising her voice from wherever she stood to stop and listen to him. “Coffins are so eighty-seven.”

Matt shook his head. He had always feared the creatures of the night, like the sisters at the orphanage told him to, and the priests at church always taught God’s disciples to be weary of Satan because Lucifer hides behind the most beautiful faces. The snake lurks in the dark and every person, male of female, represents Eve in the Garden of Eden, submissive to the silver tongue of the devil. That’s why you have to be on the lookout, they told them. He’s in people you don’t expect, and the creatures of the night wait for you to let them in so they can corrupt you.

Somehow though, this one was different. She was much different from what he expected and somehow, that intrigued him more than it scared him. She could have killed him but she didn’t. She could have eaten him but she didn’t. She had the opportunity, yet she chose not to.

He left the church instead of following his instincts to trap her and lock her away. He left and he decided to rethink everything, like she told him to.

What could possibly go wrong?

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock imagines #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x afab!reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x vampire!reader #reader insert #human disaster matt murdock #i have a thing for vampires #marvel #netflix daredevil #matt murdock x f!reader #daredevil fic #excerpt from a book i might write

[mosquito-queen]

some things about vampire!nancy in my au:

- she can bend shadows for her bidding, this power can take decades of practice to just get the body drain within a reasonable threshold (after centuries you start getting myths like the boogeyman)

- her biggest problem is when robin spills tiny objects (sequins, beads, etc) and she’s stuck counting them until they’re all out of sight (this is a vampire weakness from older lore)

- she’s allergic to garlic, but will not die from it. as a descendant of the original covens, she is visible in mirrors/photos (but is blurred), and can eat human food (very limited amounts). however, she cannot cross railroads (spin on being unable to cross waterways) without getting a rash that can turn into a severe burn the longer she is on the railway. (“what about stakes?” “these are trade secrets, buckley.”)

- as original descendants, these vampires are born between a vampire and human (they’re usually matched pairs) but lesser covens can get away without adhering to strict rules/traditions. nancy’s parents were matched. (you already know nancy and robin do not receive any stamp of approval except the universe’s)

- “soulmates” are extremely rare with vampires (it’s bound to happen with the longevity of their lives, but their counterpart usually dies before they find them). it’s in their person’s eyes that the vampire can finally see themselves in total clarity. nancy doesn’t notice this at first - she’s always too distracted counting robin’s freckles.

- vampires are immortal but not invulnerable. in order to function, their body feeds/circulates the blood of their kills. this is the blood that drains if they’re wounded or exerting too much force (it’s almost black in color and is thicker than regular blood). if they lose too much, they can go into shock and possibly die. the only way to heal is to drink more blood.

- they do need to be careful on what blood they’re drinking. if a human is drunk or on drugs, it can have them same effect on the feeding vampire. animal blood is not compatible with vampires. (“isn’t it the same thing?” “that’s like feeding a mountain lion only berries. sure, it would get you through until the next real meal, but not all of winter.” “nancy, be honest. you’re more of an angry kitten than a lion.”)

#vampire!nancy #heaven sent hell bent au #nancy wheeler #ronance #robin buckley

[marvelstarker-mha98]

The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 3: The Expo

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Friday & reader Nick fury & reader Summary: Reader goes to the expo

Warning: bombs by justin robot, panick attack, almost dying, hiding, knife wielding, stealing Co author with: callikc next chapter

A few months had turned into more and now you had been stuck in the large warehouse for another six months. And, since cereal and water alone wasn't as sustainable as you'd hoped and had caused a few blackout spells, you'd been forced to get a job to pay for real food. It meant being especially careful when buying in case one of the cameras saw and identified you as (Y/n) Stark. Thankfully, though, the new look was holding up and you were doing okay.

In other news, the job wasn't as bad as you expected. It was simply waiting tables in a small cafe in a lesser known area of the city. It's what you were doing now, the cafe's logo on the small apron you wore, and a plate of bacon and eggs in your hand.

"Table four in the corner." Your boss instructed.

He was a nice guy, not a complete jerk but also not a pushover. You got very lucky in that department, even more so since he had no idea who you were.

You had now gotten used to the new look and started to feel more like you than ever before. You didn't have to wear anything expensive or over the top, the short hair was actually more convenient, and the new color was much prettier.

You went all out for the disguise, barely leaving anything from your old life around. Then again, since you had nothing to lose, it only seemed fitting to hide from everything and everyone in any way possible. You had gotten so used to running, you couldn't stop. It didn't matter if Obadiah was dead or not.

"Here you go. One bacon and eggs." You said politely, putting the plate on the table with a fabricated smile.

"Thank you, dear." An elderly man behind a newspaper said. As he put the paper down, you noticed a specific article about the once famous Stark Expo. A frown appeared on your face as you tried to read it. However, you realized you were lingering and had no choice but to walk away. But, fortunately, as you walked towards the back for more orders, you heard two men discussing that very thing.

"The Expo's opening ceremony is tonight, isn't it?"

"That's right. I can't believe it's been thirty-four years!"

"It's supposed to go on for an entire year!"

"I've got my ticket. For the end of the month."

"How did you manage that? They're supposed to be near impossible to get."

"I know. Courtesy of Justin Hammer himself."

Your blood ran cold. You'd never met the man, but Hammer was the CEO of Hammer Industries, a weapons manufacturer much like Stark Industries. You knew he hated your father and vice versa. Why on earth would he be giving out tickets to his rival's expo?

Because of past experience, your first thought was negative, that he might be plotting something like Obadiah had been. You wondered if you were being paranoid, but reminded yourself that it wasn't wise to risk it either way. You may not have liked your father much, but it didn't mean you wanted him victim to another plot or scheme. Even if Hammer was just being a nice guy, you wanted to see for yourself.

As the two talked about the upcoming Expo, you saw the guy with the ticket show his friend. He then placed it inside his pants pocket and you knew you had to get it somehow. You definitely didn't have the money to purchase one yourself so it was the only option.

All it took was a single glance around the cafe to form a plan. You grabbed the scolding hot fresh coffee and brushed yourself down, trying to make yourself somewhat presentable and less messy. The small heels of your boots clicked on the floor as you walked over to the two men, plastering a smile on your face.

"Refill, gentlemen?" You asked sweetly. Both nodded and moved their cups towards you as they talked about the Expo some more. You filled up the friend's cup first before moving on to the ticket holder's. You didn't stop pouring until it overflowed and spilled on his lap.

"Oh, my - I'm so sorry!" You exclaimed, putting on a look of embarrassment. "Allow me!"

As the man cursed and hissed in discomfort, you ran for a cloth and gently dabbed at the stains. As your hands neared the pocket with the ticket, you casually slipped one inside and retrieved it.

"Watch what you're doing in future or I'll have your fired!" The man seethed.

You nodded apologetically. "I'm so sorry, sir. Please accept a free beverage or meal in compensation."

He scoffed and waved you off. You kept the look of embarrassment on your face until you moved into the back room. Then it turned into a smirk as you studied the ticket.

It was for the night of the 31st, about twenty-four days away.

You had to remind yourself that you weren't going to see your father and reconcile, you were going to see what Hammer was up to.

Hopefully nothing. Hopefully you'd just get to go home to the warehouse and relax for once. -

That night, you decided to watch the opening ceremony of the Stark Expo anyway. If you were going to get in, you needed to know what to expect.

Naturally the entire thing was as flashy as humanly possible. Evidently your father paid no expense. There were fireworks of innumerable colors and patterns, lights giving a new color to the night sky, bathing it in pinks and blues and oranges and reds. The main stage was littered with people, all cheering and chanting Tony Stark's name. There were dancers up there too, all women dressed in crop tops and tiny shorts resembling the Iron Man costume.

When Tony arrived, he did it with fashion.

He flew over New York City, only to land in the scenario of the Stark Expo and host its opening ceremony for a cheering crowd. As they screamed his name, he praised his own achievements as Iron Man, mostly bringing the longest uninterrupted period of world peace. He talked about the purpose of the Expo, the importance of legacy, and how organizations from all over the world would join efforts for the sake of a better future.

You could scarcely believe it, just how long it had been since you last saw him. It was almost a year now with the months he was kidnapped and then all the months you'd been on the run. You wondered how everyone was doing.

You missed Happy, you missed Rhodey, and you missed Pepper. They were all so kind to you growing up despite the distance between yourself and your father. They raised you, and you wondered if you'd ever see them again, if they missed you as much as you missed them. But before you could ponder more on this, the reporter on the TV started talking again.

"We are coming to you live from the kickoff at the Stark Expo, where Tony Stark has just walked offstage. Don't worry if you can't make it down here tonight because this Expo goes on all year long! And I'm gonna be here checking out all the attractions and the pavilions and inventions from all around the world." With a sad smile, you looked down at the ticket you'd stolen.

The end of the month.

-

It seemed that the great Tony Stark couldn't stay out of trouble for long. Not even a day after the opening ceremony for the Expo you'd read that he was supposed to be attending the Senate Armed Forces Committee in Washington, D.C., about his Iron Man suit and the danger it posed if not shared with the world.

Naturally, you were curious and couldn't help watching as the cafe played it live. Then again, everyone was far too immersed in it to actually bother with the work so you easily went unnoticed.

The court room was packed with all kinds of people. Tony Stark, Senator Stern, and dozens of officials. You also noticed Pepper sitting behind your father.

"Mr. Stark, could we pick up now where we left off?" Senator Stern tried asking, banging his gavel to get your father's attention. It didn't seem to work. "Mr. Stark, please."

Eventually, he turned around. "Yes, dear?"

Some of the crowd chuckled and even you had to fight a grin at the lazy smile on his face.

"Can I have your attention?"

"Absolutely." Stern had the kind of the face that made him look constantly constipated. You didn't really like him. In fact, you didn't seem to like anyone since running away. Alongside the paranoia, you'd developed a lot of trust issues because of it.

The Senator went on to argue about if the Iron Man suit was deemed a weapon, something Tony strongly disagreed with. He cracked a few jokes as he did, making the crowd laugh and the senators aggravated.

Your dad had never been serious in these situations and it almost always got him into trouble. When you were younger, you thought it was cool and badass and you wanted to be exactly like him, but now you knew better.

But when Senator Stern called in Justin Hammer, you paid more attention. Your dad also straightened up, his laid back demeanor faltering. You narrowed your eyes, finding the arrival even more curious. You couldn't shake the bad feeling you were getting from this Hammer guy.

He went on to argue that even though Tony might have believed he was doing good, there are threats in the world that he can't foresee. That was when Senator Stern called in Rhodey.

You stood in surprise, almost knocking a stack of plates over. The photographers on the television went wild, snapping every shot they could. Tony stood to greet his best friend and they shared a few quiet words before taking their seats again.

He was made to read a selected paragraph of a report made on the suit, but it was obvious the senators wanted it to sound bad. Rhodey tried to explain the final summary was more in favor of the suit than against, but the attempts were futile.

"I'd like to go on and show, if I may, the imagery that's connected to your report." He said, looking at Rhodey still.

Rhodey seemed uncomfortable. "I believe it is somewhat premature to reveal these images to the general public at this time."

"With all due respect, Colonel, I understand. And if you could just narrate those for us, we'd be very grateful." Knowing there wasn't a way out, he just motioned for them to get it over with. The screen in the corner showed a series of recorded images, mostly of places that looked hidden or that they should be confidential.

"Intelligence suggests that the devices seen in these photos are, in fact, attempts at making manned copies of Mr. Stark's suit. This has been corroborated by our allies and local intelligence on the ground indicating that these suits are quite possibly, at this moment, operational."

You sighed. This wasn't looking good for him. Your dad was being played out as an inconsiderate menace, and, despite your complex opinion on him, you knew he wouldn't do this on purpose. When he leaned over, his phone in hand, you watched curiously.

When you realized he had just 'commandeered' the screens, you sighed a second time. No doubt he was about to show them all up with something.

True enough, you observed as the hijacked screen began to show videos of failed attempts at replicating the suit. There were videos from North Korea, Iran, and, much to everyone's surprise, one from Hammer.

"Is that Justin Hammer?" Tony asked, pretending to be shocked. "How did Hammer get in the game?"

Hammer himself was desperately fiddling with the monitor, trying to turn everything off. The screen showed the suit failing miserably in a mini explosion of sparks and loose wires. Hammer looked incredibly embarrassed as he finally turned the screen off.

Your dad went on to explain that most countries were about five-ten years off even coming close to his design and Hammer was left to make excuses for the video, claiming the person inside the suit wasn't harmed. Senator Stern was bright red as he stood up.

"I think we're done, is the point that he's making. I-I don't think there's any reason to-" "-The point is, uh, you're welcome, I guess." Tony stated in a nonchalant manner. "Because I'm your nuclear deterrent. It's working, we're safe, America is secure. You want my property? You can't have it. But I did you a big favor. I've successfully privatized world peace."

He stood up, turning to address the crowd. He raised his arms and threw up two peace signs. Everyone started clapping and cheering, standing from their seats also.

"I tried to play ball with these ass-clowns." He laughed.

"Fuck you, Mr. Stark." Senator Stern said. "Fuck you, buddy."

The clapping was only getting louder and he could barely be heard. Tony simply smiled like he owned the world as he put on some sunglasses and blew kisses.

You stood in silence, not sure if you were in more disbelief or amazement. Probably an even amount of both. A small part of you suddenly felt proud to be a Stark, but you were understandably a little embarrassed with his antics.

However, Hammer caught your attention again. The way he was looking at the senators screamed guilt and the bad feeling in your gut got worse. If your issues weren't bad enough, they definitely were now, with the revelation he'd been trying to replicate your dad's suit.

-

It had been about a week and a half since the congressional hearing and you were tinkering with the jet in the warehouse again. You still hadn't quite figured out what it was, but it looked a lot better than when you'd first found it. According to FRIDAY, your work had greatly paid off and it was now flyable. You were just adding random little perks to pass the time. As you worked, you had Metallica's Enter Sandman playing through the speakers you'd installed. You hummed along to the lyrics, occasionally pausing to discuss things with FRIDAY.

You were thinking about installing some security measures. The warehouse seemed like a fitting home for you now. It was isolated, large enough to hide in, and backed by a large lake. Plus you already had so much stuff in there, it'd just be a pain to move it all.

"FRIDAY, how we doing?" You asked over the music.

"The jet is 94.7% operational, Miss."

"Nice." You stood up, hands on your hips as you looked around. "Hey, what do you think about using some Merlin engines to give this thing a kick?"

"It would be a risk, but a state-wide search suggests a contractor nearby may have the materials needed."

"Brilliant. Thank you."

You'd have to steal it. You'd gotten used to doing that recently.

As you finished up, wiping your hands on a rag, you turned down the music. You would have turned it back up since Halestorm came on, but something on the television caught your attention instead.

"Well, what's the use in having and owning a race car if you don't drive it?"

The Monaco Grand Prix. Your dad.

Was he driving?

"You've gotta be shitting me." You muttered, quickly turning up the volume to listen.

Why was he driving? Was he not aware of how dangerous it was? Or was he aware, but simply not caring about it?

You watched him get in the car with the original driver storming off. He seemed to relish in the moment, all those eyes on him. You scoffed, moments like these being the ones that made you remember how he never had time for you. It hurt.

When the race began, you couldn't deny the worry shining through the hurt and annoyance. The chances of someone dying in the races were slim, but the chance of being hurt were much higher. You just had to hope your dad was competent enough to drive properly.

And things were going well. They really were. Until some man walked right onto the track and quite literally tore one of the cars in half with some kind of electrical whips. Looking closer, your eyes widened when you noticed the arc reactor in his chest. It was almost identical to your dad's.

"Who the hell are you?" You muttered, subconsciously leaning even closer.

He looked rough, his hair long and greasy and his tanned skin covered in dirt. The top half of his jumpsuit was burned away from the arc reactor. He looked like a convict.

Your heart damn near shattered when he tore your dad's car in half as well. The bigger part cartwheeled through the air and landed with a sickening bang against the side fence, upside down. "No!" You shouted, grabbing the television. "Dad... Come on. Get out. Come on!"

More race cards skidded to a halt behind the strange man, causing a chain reaction explosion as he stalked towards the wrecked Stark vehicle. However, when he again struck it with one of the whips, you could just about make out that there was no driver. Your dad made it out.

And, true enough, he attacked the man from behind, hitting him on the head with some scrap from the wreckage. The man retaliated and your dad tried to get out but it wasn't looking so good. Until a new car arrived on the scene. It was Happy and Pepper, and the man tore off the side of the car before your dad managed to grab the case containing his suit.

The fight was fairer that time around and your dad successfully defended himself for a while, even defeating this strange man by tearing out the arc reactor. The man was taken away after but only laughed after.

You were so on edge that tears were clouding your vision when you all but collapsed in pure relief.

Your dad was okay. Barely. -Tony POV-

Celebrating his birthday had always been a big affair for Tony. Bands, plenty of booze and food, loud music booming throughout all of Malibu, and even strippers had been involved. But this year it was different.

He was dying, he knew that, but no one else did. He was never one for birthday wishes or pleas, but if there was one thing he wanted, it was you. His little girl. Almost a year of your absence had hit him harder than he ever expected. He wished to have you back.

His searches around the globe had turned up nothing. He didn't know what he'd been expecting considering how smart you were. The only true bonding you ever had was when you watched him create JARVIS but he was well aware you observed everything in the house and were more than capable of inventing something to hide yourself.

He wondered why you hadn't come back after Obadiah's death. He knew the man was the reason you ran away, and he was furious at the threat he made to you, but it was safe. Surely you had to know that.

He was drinking more than usual that night for many factors. You being missing and the fact he was dying were the main ones.

And Rhodey was getting annoyed by the behavior. He'd had enough, especially when he'd just stuck his neck out for the guy.

He'd taken one of Tony's earlier suits and crashed the party, telling people to get out before facing off against his friend.

"You don't deserve to wear one of these." He told him. "Shut it down."

Tony rolled his eyes and looked at the DJ setup. "Goldstein."

A very nervous looking man popped his head over the laptop. "Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Give me a phat beat to beat my buddy's ass too." He giggled as Another One Bites the Dust started playing.

"What about (Y/n)?" Rhodey asked suddenly. "Do you think she would have wanted this? I don't." Tony's expression turned stone cold, a complex arrangement of hate, sorrow, guilt, and anger flashing through his eyes. He looked at his best friend, breathing heavier than before.

"Don't say her name." He warned.

"Tony, she is your daughter! She did everything to try and get you to like her but she got nothing in return. For once in your life just think about her and stop this. (Y/n)-"

Before he could finish, Tony had fired a repulsor beam, sending him flying backwards.

After that, the fight began.

-(Y/n) POV-

It was time.

As you walked into the Expo, you wore plain pants, a striped shirt, and a white hoodie covered by a denim jacket. The hood was up, hiding your identity, and you stayed at the back of every crowd. You weren't here for the fun of the Expo or to see your dad, you were there to see if Hammer was up to something.

His 'advanced weapon systems' presentation and demonstration was supposed to start any second. You had no idea what it was, but the vibe you were getting from that man was still over the top and extremely weird. You didn't trust him as far as you could throw him.

As Pick Up the Pieces started playing from the PA, Hammer waltzed onto the stage, practically bathing in the blue light as he approached the lectern up front.

"Yeah!" He cheered when the music died down and the clapping got quieter. "That's what I'm talking about. Thanks for coming. Ladies and gentlemen, for far too long this country has had to place its brave men and women in harm's way. But then the Iron Man arrived and we thought the days of losing lives were behind us."

As he started the rant, you rolled your eyes, already fed up. You didn't know why you felt so annoyed with everything lately but you assumed it was the stress of keeping a low profile at an event such as this. After all, the Stark Expo wasn't just your dad's thing, but it was your legacy too. You were a Stark whether you liked it or not. "Ladies and gentlemen." Hammer began again. "Today I present to you the new face of the United States military. The Hammer drone!"

From the back, several drones, built in a way that resembled the Iron Man suit, rose on platforms. They were large and chunky, and there were about eight for each type of division including army, navy, air force, and marines. The crowd went wild but you remained stony-faced, eyes narrowed at the drones.

They weren't like your dad's suit which was light and somewhat non-threatening in appearance, they were very clearly meant for offence only and were extremely intimidating.

But these thoughts were shaken from your head as Rhodey showed up in a suit that was actually one of your dad's, only military modified. Had he stolen it or had he been given it? Either way, Hammer introduced him as the War Machine.

But then came the rumble in the distance. The sound of thrusters.

You turned and were one of the first to see the light streaking through the sky as it headed for the stage. Quicker than lighting you pulled her hood further down your face to block your identity as the Iron Man whizzed overhead and landed on the stage. The people around went absolutely wild.

Your dad and Rhodey stood together, waving, but you knew something was up. Hammer tried to play it casual but it was obvious he was seething. That was when the minigun attached to Rhodey's shoulder locked onto your dad, startling everyone. The drones followed suit.

Something was wrong.

Your dad shot into the air and the drones, as well as Rhodey, followed within the second, the guns firing and smashing the glass ceiling.

"Shit!" You cursed, ducking and covering your head as shards crashed all around.

A couple scratched your hands, but the pain was barely noticeable as people shoved past in an attempt to escape. About four times you almost fell to the floor and twice you stumbled into pavilion pillars. Once outside, the chaos was somehow worse. People ran shouting and yelling, Hammer drones were wreaking havoc and destroying things and killing people, there were small fires brewing from explosions, and the air was polluted by smoke and gunfire. You felt your breath hitch and your insides squirm as the drones planted themselves in the ground and shot at both your dad and the innocents.

A cry nearby caught your attention and you turned to see a boy in an Iron Man mask staring up at one of these drones. He didn't seem afraid, but the drone had clearly surprised him. You ran forward, a protective instinct you didn't even know you had taking over.

As the drone aimed the minigun at the boy, you jumped up, pushing the large barrel as upward as you could and making it shoot up at the sky instead. Completely by coincidence, you managed to shoot down one of the other drones in the process. But you didn't have time for victory.

The drone turned on you and you did an extremely fast assessment, picking up every detail you could. You noticed a tiny gap between the body and head and reached into your pocket for the knife you had hidden. You shoved the blade inside the small gap and immediately felt wires inside snap.

The drone malfunctioned and stuttered, sparks flying from inside. You finished it off by tearing the knife back out and pulling the entire thing down to the floor. It was much harder than it initially seemed but you managed.

The boy you'd saved stared up at you but you couldn't see his face from the mask. You couldn't tell if he was terrified or in awe. Another drone flew past and knocked into you, however, sending you flying into a pillar nearby.

You coughed as the air was knocked from your body. Rubble fell around and you could only imagine the mess you looked like. The drone that took you marched to the boy like the first one had and pointed a gun at him again.

But before you could save the kid a second time, your dad appeared and took it down with a repulsor beam.

Time seemed to freeze. Your breathing became shallow and shaky and the surroundings darkened as your nails clawed at the concrete ground in an attempt to stand. From the top of your head to the tip of your toes, your entire body was screaming.

You staggered backwards, hitting the pillar again, and the world started to swirl around. You couldn't focus because the place was moving in circles. It was like sitting in a chair on the edge of a cliff and being about to fall.

You tried to talk, but only a hoarse whine left your lips. You tried to move, but were rooted in place because of the fear. Your legs ached to run, to run and embrace your dad, apologize for running and scaring everyone.

But you didn't.

He was gone before you could force yourself into action. It was only the little boy looking around in worry that stirred you back into reality. After a shaky breath, you ran over, kneeling in front of him.

"Hey, kiddo." You tried to smile despite the tears in your eyes and the chaos unleashing. "Where's your family?"

He couldn't speak but somehow managed to point in a direction with a shaky hand. You picked him up and took off, almost bumping into a man wearing a suspiciously clean suit on the way. You paid him no mind, however, and didn't stop until a couple ran up to you, yelling for the boy. They thanked you before taking him and running.

You spun around, on the verge of a panic attack as the explosions and screams berated your senses. -

A week had passed since the close encounter with your father. You could barely process being that close to him after so long. Even now you wondered if you should have moved.

Would it have been worth it? Exposing yourself after so long? All those months of running and hiding... Would it have been a waste?

You shook your head, not wanting to think about it. You'd made it this far alone so what was a few more weeks? And all that Expo business was done anyway. Hammer had been exposed, and the drones all destroyed.

But the last thing you expected to see as your warehouse came into view was a giant aircraft in the middle of the clearing with dozens of armed people in uniform piling out. Your heart stopped for a second and every bone in your body screamed at you to turn and run. You were about to, but more of those people miraculously appeared behind you as well.

"Who the hell are you?!" She exclaimed, reaching for her knife despite knowing it wouldn't do any good.

"Please stay calm." One of the group, a woman, said, her hand raised to show she wasn't going to shoot. "Head inside."

"Uh..." You looked at all the uniformed people with her, a brow raised. "How about no?"

"Trust me, it's easier if you go willingly."

"Yeah, that makes me just wanna say no again."

The woman sighed. "There's someone who wants to meet you. Take a look and you can stab us with your cutlery after if you don't like it."

You furrowed your brows and she nodded to the knife hidden in your pocket. You knew then going quietly was perhaps the only option. You were most definitely outnumbered and you didn't think a knife would do much against innumerable guns.

"Fine." You raised your hands. "But I can't promise I won't break both your legs if I don't like this." She merely chuckled and motioned towards the warehouse. You asked questions as she guided you inside but she didn't say a word. You first thought was that she was a spy or something since she was dressed all in black with a tight bun holding her hair away from her face, and all of a sudden you panicked.

Obadiah's threat. What if these people were part of it? What if they were there to kill you?

You decided to make a run for it but before you could, a man with a deep voice spoke up.

"Hello, (Y/n)."

He wore a long leather trench coat, all black, and had an eye patch covering a badly scarred eye. Whatever happened to him, it didn't seem pretty.

"Who are you?" You asked hesitantly.

He gave a smile that more resembled a smirk, and clasped his hands behind his back. "My name is Director Fury. I'm here to talk to you about SHIELD."

#tony stark #ironman #Nick Fury #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark imagines #mcu #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #peter parker #Justin Hammer #friday #jarvis

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I’m married and currently pregnant with a baby girl 🥹 soon I will be a mommy 🤭 45 days and the pregnant part will be crossed out 👀

Update: I became a mother on the 12 of November 2023 🌸♥️ We are going to call her Miss H ^^

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[unveiledveins]

frank grillo, homosexual, cismale + he/him → isn’t that giovanni d'angelo? i’ve seen them hanging out with the vampires. i hear they're nine hundred & ninety three, but they’ve only been in alexandria for a hundred years, on and off. they seem to be charming & intelligent, but also cunning & deceitful. 

GET TO KNOW THE MUSE

Name: Giovanni D'Angelo

Nickname(s): Gio, Van, Boss, Master

Age: 993 (but looks early-to-mid fifties)

Date of Birth: October 31st

Zodiac: Scorpio

Place of Birth: What is now Italy

Race / Ethnicity: White (Italian)

Gender: CIS-Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual (though may or may not have fucked Eve)

Romantic Orientation: Aromantic

Species: Vampire

FAMILY

Progeny: Forty-Seven

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'11

Build: Athletic, Fit

Hair Color: Black with some streaks of grey

Eye Color: Brown

For as long as he can remember, Giovanni has always wanted more out of life. As an orphan on the streets of what is now Italy, the young man had watched as children fought and struggled to get even a scrap of food and that only those that were bigger and/or stronger were able to fill their stomachs and well... Giovanni knew that he didn't want to go to bed hungry, but he also knew he wasn't exactly the biggest of kids... So he had to be the smartest, the fastest, and the toughest. Working hard to ensure that the other kids wouldn't walk all over him, he wound up crafting a knife that he used to stab the biggest kid, telling him that the next time he tried to come after him that Giovanni would stab a vital organ... And from then, the kids in the orphanage knew now to mess with him.

But he got a thrill from that, a taste of darkness, and he wanted more. With his knife in hand, he began to wander the streets at night, looking for easy targets that he could easily rob - and rob he did, as he was quick enough to get out of the way of their sword swings and small enough to maneuver around them to get them right at a major artery, and they'd wind up handing him all of their gold. Of course, he didn't share with any of the other kids, and none had the balls enough to come up to him after he had threatened the biggest kid, but he soon found that, eventually, he would target the wrong person. Or the right person, depending on who you ask - and he'd say it was definitely the right person.

He was in his early fifties, still working the streets despite having made enough money to buy himself a forge, when he had targeted an aristocrat that he knew would be a very lucrative get. It turned out, though, that aristocrat was a vampire and that man wound up finding promise in the man and instead of downright killing him, he fed him some of his blood before doing so. When he awoke, Giovanni was no longer human... He was a vampire.

If you had to ask him, that's when his life truly began. Walking the road alongside his maker for the first decade, Giovanni was eager to get out and do more and be more, but his maker tried to urge caution and told him that sometimes it was better to simply live among the humans and go unnoticed. This was not something that Giovanni wanted and, eventually, he wound up killing his own maker before setting out on his own.

Throughout the nearly millennia he has been alive, Giovanni has wrecked havoc across the globe and has even sired a vast number of vampires that have gone on to follow his footsteps in making their mark on the world. While he has gone on to be the faceless leader of the Italian mob, that has even bled into the United States, and even the real king of Italy and most of Europe, he knows that some of his progeny also hold similar positions of power and he couldn't be more proud. Of course, it was part of the reason he had sired his progeny - because they all showed promise, they all seemed to share his sentiment in that the world was their oyster and they just needed to claim it.

Alexandria has been one of his homes for the past century, as the vampire always finds himself coming back to make deals with other creatures - mostly other vampires and witches, as they are the one species that he respects the most above the others - and to open up a club that not only caters to the mature taste of the people there... But to some of the darker tastes, as well, for those that are brave enough to enter the basement. Don't worry, though... everyone down there consents to being fed from... And some can even be... persuaded to be afraid if you, like him, prefer the taste of fear when you feed.

#(about: giovanni) #unveilintro

[newsalvations]

paul rudd, homosexual + homoromantic, trans man + he/they → isn’t that florian silverstone? i’ve seen them hanging out with the fairies. i hear they’re three hundred & fifty-four years old, but they’ve only been in alexandria for one hundred years. they seem to be protective + nurturing, but also overbearing + sensitive. it’s cool that they’re capable of floral magic!

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: florian oberon silverstone

nickname(s): flor

age: three hundred & fifty-four

date of birth: july 2

hometown: silverspring, a small community in rural massachuetts

current location: alexandria, louisiana

species: fairy

ethnicity: ashkenazi jewish

nationality: american

gender: trans man

pronouns: he/they

orientation: homosexual + homoromantic

occupation: headmaster + professor at silverstone academy

living arrangements: at his estate

language(s): english, hebrew, latin, the romantic languages

accent: new england

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: paul rudd

hair color: black

eye color: hazel

height: 5'10"

weight: 165 lb

build: average

tattoos: none

usual expression: playful smile

distinguishing characteristics: his bright eyes, smile

PERSONALITY

positive traits: protective, nurturing, paternal

negative traits: overbearing, sensitive, wrathful

myers brigg: isfj

zodiac sign: cancer

element: earth

enneagram: the helper

temperament: melancholic

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

moral alignment: lawful good

primary vice: gluttony

primary virtue: kindness

fears: losing his son

hobbies: gardening

FAMILY

father: oberon silverstone

mother: rosalind silverstone

sibling(s): arabella silverstone, daphne silverstone, alwyn silverstone, duncan silverstone, ambrose silverstone, rhiannon silverstone

pet(s): various birds + a dog

FAVORITES

weather: sunny

season: spring

color: green

music: anything airy and light

movies: comedy / romance

beverage: water

food: anything vegan

animal: all

NSFW

preference: bottom, switch

kinks: breeding, lingerie, light dom/sub, roleplaying, public sex, open to others

anti kinks: scat, vomit, blood play, etc

BIOGRAPHY

florian was the oldest child of a very large family, his parents had been the leaders of a small fairy community that settled in rural massachuetts that was called silverspring. because of this, they were usually too busy to look after their seven children and the responsibilites of parenting was left

florian was the oldest child of a very large family, seven to be specific, and his parents were the leaders of the small fairy community that they created when they migrated to the new world and settled in rural massachuetts. because of this, they were usually too busy to look after their children and those responsibilities were put on florian who had to grow up quickly from a young age. the two youngest, ambrose and rhiannon, saw florian as their parent instead of their actual parents.

something florian always struggled with was his parents instistance that they stay away from the human world. the last thing that fairies needed was for humans to realize all those fables were real and try to exploit them. or worse, harm them. florian accidentally stumbled on a human boy, stefan, one day when he was seventeen or so and was quickly infatuated. the two formed a secret romance, though it quickly soured after he confessed the truth about what he was to stefan who tried to use him for personal gain and then tried to kill him when florian said no. although oberon was upset his father didn't listen to him, he knew this would be a teaching lesson for his son.

as florian got older, he started to feel feel confined by the small community he'd spent his entire life in. deciding to try and explore the world on his own, he told his parents and siblings good-bye before leaving. the next several decades consisted of florian exploring the world and finding various romances, though he never truly felt like he knew what his purpose was.

by the early 20th century, florian was visiting an old friend in louisiana when he discovered the town of alexandria and was mesmerized by it. the diverse community and mystical magic that seemed to radiate there, he thought maybe this was where he had always been meant to end up. although the chateau was nice, florian needed his own home in nature and built the silverspring estate-- named after his original home. it took less than a year before he realized what his puprose was, to bring an education and assistance to the young minds of alexandria. he'd already spent years helping young fairies, like his siblings, so this felt like the natural next step in his life.

florian would eventually bring his son into this world, the most important person in his world and who he'd sworn to protect no matter what the cost might be.

#unveilintro #( bio: florian silverstone )