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#tw: mentions of murder
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Hi, will u do a human alastor x side mistress reader, so basically he has a wife, but he doesn't really love her, so when he's on the air he has sex with his side mistress in the radio tower. His side mistress knows he's a serial killer, by the way. You don't have to do this if u don't want to. I love ur fics.
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By the Gold Ring on His Hand
Synopsis: He loved you and only you. You were his to cherish, to adore, to worship. Sweet words he whispered softy, promisingly, into your ear. Sweet words he also whispered softly to his wife.
Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of murder, heavy manipulation, cheating
Tags: human!alastor, alastor x reader, gn!reader, reader is the other wo/man
MDNI
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You've always revered Alastor.
You were entranced by the way his smile never broke. The way he seemed to take control of any situation he was put in. The he always managed to just charm the socks off of anyone he's ever met.
You loved the way he made little corny jokes. You loved the way he danced—barely drunk from the bottles of rye he downed.
And oh, did you love the way he spoke.
You could listen to him all day on the radio, just absolutely smitten and melting where you stood. 
The one thing you didn't love about Alastor—the one thing you despised, really—was his wife.
That naive little thing. So meek, so quiet. You always hated the way she would cling onto his arm at parties. Loathed the way she'd shyly smile at everyone, including you.
There was just no way that delicate stupid girl could satisfy someone like Alastor.
Alastor needed, deserved, a real partner. One that had enough of a spine not to be stepped on, at the very least.
Your fingers twitched, aching to touch him more; to caress his thighs that perfectly framed your head. You wanted to feel him beneath you, reassure your heart that he was here with you.
You groaned as your longing was denied. You felt Alastor press his shoes harder against your hands, pinning your palms to the floor. The fingers in your hair tightened their grip, guiding you more strictly down his cock.
It was enough to cheer you up a little. Although your touch was declined, the little vibrations your sounds made clearly still had an effect on him. You felt a little proud knowing something as small as you moaning around him pleasured the hefty cock in your mouth.
The reality was far more bitter, though. Not that Alastor would ever let you know that.
Truth be told his grip was a warning. He had explicitly told you to be quiet, to keep your hands to yourself. But you seemed to be so adamant on testing his patience today, as you were refusing to do both.
Alastor's smile strained just a tad bit more in annoyance as he spoke into the microphone. "Hate to finish up the broadcast with some sour news, but someone's gotta keep you lovely folks up to date!"
You continued to bob your head between his legs, hidden from the rest of crew by the control panel. You made sure to drag the flat of your tongue over the under side of Alastor's dick each every time you lowered your mouth to his crotch. If your ministrations did anything for him, you couldn't really tell.
His voice was perfect, not a tone out of place as he continued his broadcast. You've never seen a man so well put together while having someone's mouth serve them so reverently.
"Seems the coppers found a couple more for the good old wooden kimonos last night. Grizzly sight it was—so I heard. Hate to be the ones to dig those poor souls out."
Even though he was the one to put them there in the first place, you suppressed a laugh. Not that you were complaining, though. It was part of how you and Alastor finally got together, after all.
Alastor finished up his broadcast, and you continued your slow little prayer on your knees. He waved his staff away when they tried to approach, simply sending them off with a friendly jest that he'd meet them at the bar after he cleaned up his work station.
It was only when the lock clicked behind his crew did Alastor finally acknowledge you. His lovely smile was intact, but you could tell his mood was a little soured by the way his brown eyes narrowed at you from behind his glasses.
The hand gripping your hair pulled you off his cock, a pathetic whine escaping your lips as he did so.
Alastor tried to ignore the—rather off putting—sight of a thin string of fluids connecting your mouth to the head of his dick. He bent down closer to you, keeping his gaze locked on yours.
"My dear, I thought I told you to be quiet while I worked." His voice was as sweet as ever.
You chuckled lightly, you wanted to move your hands to cup his cheek, bring him even closer to you. Perhaps even for a kiss to lift his seemingly bad mood.
The moment Alastor so much as felt your fingers twitch, he stepped harder on your hands again, keeping them pinned to the floor and away from him.
You opted to shrug your shoulders sheepishly instead. "I may have gotten carried away," You responded coyly "You just taste so good."
Alastor did his best not to cringe, choosing to tighten his smile. Ah, you were in one of your moods again, he thought.
"Then why don't you go ahead and have your fill of me now." His hand left the back of your head, resting instead on the sides of his chair as he leaned back. The gold band on his ring finger momentarily caught the light and drew your attention to it.
Your chest tightened just the slightest bit. You absolutely hated the reminder that Alastor wasn't fully yours. That he'd still go home to his stupid wife at the end of the day.
But not for long, at least that's what Alastor had promised you. And not right now. 
You ran your tongue along the thick vein of his cock, from the bottom, up its shaft, and smiled at the sight of his hips bucking up to your touch.
"In your mouth now again, darling." It didn't sound like a request, but you obeyed faithfully anyway. You were rewarded with a soft sigh as you welcomed him back in your warm mouth.
You'd bet your job that his sweet little wife never pleased him like this. Skittish thing like that would probably run at the thought of putting her lips on a hard dick.
Well, her loss is your gain.
You were so far gone in your own head that you hadn't even noticed Alastor wasn't looking at you.
No, instead his head craned towards the ceiling of his studio, eyes closed and tired.
He was trying to focus on the physical sensations you brought him, not that he had much of an interest in it in the first place, but he tried hard to concentrate. All he had to do was finish, and he could finally leave. Leave you here with some sweet promises, and not have to deal with your disgustingly loving gaze on him until maybe his next shift on Monday.
Not that spending time with his wife at home felt any more appealing.
He pushed the thoughts away, willing his mind to stay on you instead. He thought he can finish, at least he could feel the bottom of his gut tightening just a tiny fair bit.
He focused on the way your tongue felt as it swirled around him. How your lips stretched so softly to fit his shaft. How you practically drooled over his cock. How you—
You were noisier now that you knew you were alone, and it wasn't doing Alastor any favors. A rather loud moan cutting through his mind and it almost made the coil in his gut loosen completely, his shoulders tensing instead.
No, no this just wouldn't do. He had much more interesting plans tonight than to sit there and buy your silence with his cock.
His hand reached out once more, much less gentle than it was before. With less grace and care, Alastor's hand rested on the back of your neck, before harshly pushing you down as he bucked his hips up.
Your eyes were wide, a surge of panic filled you at the suddenness of the sensation. His dick hit the back of your throat and you tried to pull back immediately.
Alastor's other hand came up to the back of your head to push you back down. Your nose pressed firmly to his skin as his cock pushed past your throat. 
Your arms strained as you tried to use your hands to push him away, but Alastor merely stepped on your fingers harsher to get you to stay.
"Ah, fuck, darling. Stay like that. Oh that's lovely." You thought you heard him say.
He was finally looking down at you. The way you heaved as you choked on him. The way your body spasmed to get away. The way panic filled your pretty tearful eyes. 
Your throat tightening around him as you tried desperately to breathe felt miles better than whatever you were trying to do before, and it was exactly what he needed.
"Finally," He breathed out softly, almost in a moan, feeling the coil in his gut finally snap. He pressed you down, just the tiniest bit more and you felt his warm seed flow down your willing throat.
"There we go, dear." Alastor's harsh grip in your hair loosened, slowly petting through your locks. The hand on your neck remained, locking you in and rendering you unable to pull free.
Your eyes flickered up to him, part of you ready to beg for mercy, but one sight of his dazed smile made you pliant. Your body relaxed into his touch, simply letting him ride his high out with your bruised throat. 
He must have just gotten carried away, that's all. Simply something new he never got to do with his stupid wife. 
You felt his softening dick slowly pull out of you, his shaft dragging across your tongue and you finally pulled free with a choked gasp of air.
A gentle hand tipped your face back to meet Alastor's before you could be too dramatic. He pressed a gentle, chaste, kiss to the corner of your lips to calm you.
"You'll have to forgive me, my dear. Your body just makes me feel far too good—just couldn't hold back." The charm practically oozed from his smooth tongue.
Your gaze softened immediately. Your hands, now free from beneath his feet, made their way to his cheeks but he easily pulled back.
Really, what on earth made you think he'd let you touch him with filthy hands. Had you forgotten he'd been stepping on them this entire time? Kind of rude, if you'd ask him.
Not that any of those thoughts showed when Alastor simply, gently, helped you up to your feet by your elbow.
"Always so good to me, my dear. How I got so lucky to have a divine thing like you service me, I'd never know." He stood up with you, part of him did enjoy it whenever he got to look down on you in a more literal sense.
He pressed his body against yours, arms on the control panel behind you as he caged you in. His lips barely grazed your ears as he continued his sweet, sweet, praises. "Why couldn't you have shown up sooner, dear? I would have had it all." 
You placed your hand on his chest, failing to notice the way he flinched at the touch. "You still could, you know? All you have to do is leave that naive little thing and I could give you this every night." Your voice was low, seductive, alluring.
Alastor held back an annoyed groan. This again. His eyes rolled, not that you could see it with his head nuzzling against your shoulder.
"We both know I treat you so much better." You continued, hand trailing up to scratch at the hair at the bottom of his neck. "And I'd never hold you back from that little hobby of yours either." 
He chuckled at that, you could feel his lips at the base of your neck. "My dear, we've been through this." His kisses were soft, gentle, barely touching you, just like how he preferred it. "You don't have to feel so threatened by her, it's you that I want."
"Then why don't you—"
A gasp passed your lips.
"Leave her?" Alastor continued your sentence when you couldn't. His warm tongue licked over the reddened skin he bit. "I will, my dear, I will. Things are just a bit complicated at the moment."
More complicated than you knew, really.
He couldn't leave his wife because her dad was a big boss of his station. His ass would be out on the streets in minutes if he ever hurt that shy doll.
But he couldn't just kill you either. Not when your dad was the town sheriff.
He was lucky you were so obsessed with him that fucking you once in a while was enough to keep your pretty little mouth shut.
Honestly, just fuck the day you caught him slicing that man's flesh. That scum was hardly worth all the trouble he now has to go through.
"But I'm working on it." Alastor promised as he finally pulled away from you.
You gazed up into his warm, honest eyes. You adored the way he towered over you, really. It's like you fit together so perfectly—like puzzle pieces, was it? Was that how that cheesy line went.
"And then we can be together?" Your palms move to cup his face, and Alastor caught them on instinct before they could.
But you didn't notice, not when he corrected his actions so smoothly by pressing his lips to your knuckles instead—he tried his best to ignore how filthy they are, just to hide his mistake. "Of course, darling. In fact, I think I can work things out by tonight." 
Your father was going to be alone at the station.
Your eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yes, my dear. Soon all of this hiding and sneaking around will be a thing of the past." He said, almost with the same amount of excitement as you.
He couldn't wait to toss your body in a ditch next to your old man's corpse.
"But I musn't be late"
He'll miss his chance to slit your father's throat if he lingered any longer.
"Soon you wouldn't have to be jealous of my wife, dear."
After all, the dead don't envy do they?
Alastor willed himself to humor you one last time, pressing his lips to yours before he bid you a good night.
He couldn't have rushed out that door any faster.
Who would have known trying to keep his cover would have eaten up so much of his time? He barely had any left to do the very act he was even trying to cover for.
Honestly, how troublesome.
But no matter, no matter.
He glanced back at the station. He could vaguely see your lovestruck figure through the window. He watched amusedly as you pathetically held your fingers to your lips, absolutely lost on cloud nine.
It won't be long until he was rid of you, and that fact was enough to lift his sour mood.
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ang3lik · 1 year
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!Scream IV Spoilers!
Smut with Ethan Landry after he gets back from a kill🙈
𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ethan landry x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vaginal sex, slight nipple play, biting, oral ( m x f ), spanking, begging, slight degradation and mentions of murder and violence. 𝐰/𝐜: 1.1k 𝐚/𝐧: i wrote this in like two hours, so sorry if it sounds rushed. if there’s any warnings i’ve missed or any errors, let me know, hope you enjoy !
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as ethan walked back to his dorm, he couldn’t help the stir inside of him. the stir of revenge being fulfilled. he had succeeded in killing anika. he knew that would torture mindy most, but it’d scare the group as one by one he’d kill them. he still felt a little on edge however, all the adrenaline pumping inside him after his second kill.
it put his mind at ease that he knew you were waiting for him in his dorm, thinking he was just returning home from econ. as he got to his dorm door he double checked his hands, checking his clothes and pulling out his phone to check his face to make sure he was clear of blood.
he made sure his phone was on so not disturb to so no one would interrupt you both with the need of anika’s murder. he unlocked the door, walking in and closing it behind him, looking around the living room as he called your name out. you called back from his bedroom, laying on his bed as he walked in, dropping his bag to the floor, the ghostface costume and knife still stained with blood inside, making it think from the weight of it.
he flopped straight on top of you, face immediately in your neck, kissing your soft skin as you squirmed and giggled beneath him. your right hand ran through his curls your other wrapping around his large shoulders, holding him closer to you.
“what’s gotten into you?” you laughed out, his curls tickling under your jaw as he nibbled at your skin a little, the sharp pinch of his teeth, making your body heat up.
“stupid, fucking econ.” he breathed out, his cold hands, pushing up your tank top from your hips as he gripped them. “oh, you forgot your notes.” he paused. looking over to his desk, where his notes lay over the table, forgetting to hide them away before he left, as if he’d taken them with him.
he gulped, feigning annoyance before turning to you again.
“yeah, i know.” he answered. you took note of his heavy breathing, the fast inhales of air, audibly breathing out of his nose as his eyes darkened. he seemed angry, and there was only one thing that could calm him down. you. you took initiative, leaning upwards, capturing his lips between yours as he moaned loudly in content.
the kiss grew hot fast as he rushed to get you both naked as fast as possible. your tank top was tugged up, your tits bouncing before his eyes as he looked at you, hungry. his lips attached to your nipple, sucking on it gently as you sighed out in pleasure.
his thumb twisted the other, flicking it between his fingers. your cunt grew wetter as a jolt of excitement ran down your spine, squealing lightly as ethan let his teeth graze your nipple, sucking it lightly to ease the pain. he looked up at you through his curls, pulling away from the peak, smirking, a thin trail of spit connecting from the bud to his lower lip, breaking as moved down your stomach.
he stood up at the end of his bed, pulling of his shirt, his eyes watching you as he unclasped his belt, undid his jeans and pushed them off. you watched his thick cock, throb in his boxers before he pushed them off too, wasting no time to pounce on top of you.
he pushed your thighs apart, kneeling between as he pulled of your shorts by the waistband. he watched as your hole clenched around nothing, waiting for his thick, wet tongue as he leaned down sucking your clit into his mouth. you sobbed out in delight as his tongue flicked your nub, the sounds of his tongue licking up and down your slit, shaking his head slightly, as he ate you out messily, reaching your ears.
your thighs clamped around his head, as you leaked out into his tongue. squirming upwards on the bed, his hands pushed your thighs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around them as he pulled you down, closer onto his younger as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.
curling it inside you, he let his teeth graze your clit, that warm feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you setting inside your stomach. the noises of him slurping your juices into his mouth, sent you over the edge, cumming all over his tongue and clenching around the muscle as your back arched up off the bed.
you yelled as he pushed your thighs of his shoulders, twisting your body to lay you on your stomach as he pulled you hips up, level with his. overstimulated, from your orgasm only seconds ago, your body shook as he pushed the top of his cock, slapping it on your clit as he teased your hole, pushing in and stretching you out before leaving again.
you squeezed your eyes closed as he pushed in, ethan letting out a loud groan as he looked down, watching his cock disappear inside of you as he pulled back, repeating his movements. you made whiny, meek noises at his slow movements, pushing your hips back, urging him to drive deeper.
a harsh slap to your left ass cheek has you crying out in ecstasy as he finally started to thrust faster. the erotic sounds of his hips slamming into yours, loud. you moaned loudly, your body buzzing with thrill as you felt the need to cum again. begs and whines of ‘please’ and ‘ethan’ left your mouth in desperation, as his hand came down on the opposite cheek, spanking you again.
he dropped down, leaning over your shoulder, as he rutted into you, his tip prodding your g-spot as he grunted into your ears.
“beg for me baby, like the little slut you are, tell me what you want?” he uttered. tears lined your eyes, as you tried to hold your orgasm off. “i want to cum!” you called out as you squeezed around his length. he could feel his sack tighten, as it slapped against your sticky clit, feeling the need to cum himself.
“cum.” he demanded. “cum for me.” you screamed in pleasure, deep, intense, thrusts carrying you through your orgasm as his cock twitched inside of you. warm, white cum, spewed from his tip as he whimpered. his body dropped down, the small bed leaving his arm laying across your back, your body tired but feeling heavenly.
neither of you said a thing, laying in a peaceful silence, until your phone rang, both your heads shooting up as ethan picked it up from his bedside table, chad was calling.
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @astarborntowrite @liyahsocorro @anonoussy @gr4veyardg1rl
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writersminagerie · 5 months
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Never to be seen again
Fandom: Baldur's gate 3
Characters: Orin the red, Enver Gortash, Ketheric Thorm, Vesper (Durge)
Ships: Durgetash
Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, suicidal thoughts
Synopsis: The dead threes chosen were meant to have a meeting to discuss their plan and move forward into a new phase. However, when Orin shows up without her sibling things get messy.
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It was an important day, and Vesper, of all people, was late.
And honestly even if it hadn't been a pivotal moment in the plan, their tardiness was cause for concern. The Bhaalspawn was always so punctual, annoyingly so. Gortash drums his fingers on the table, avoiding Thorm's annoyed gaze, and stares intently at the meeting room's door. As the time ticks by the Lord lets his mind wander to the possibilities. Vesper losing themselves in their work, delving into the blood and viscera of their victims with a frenzied excitement of a starving Gnoll. Bhaal coaxing them to be more brutal, more violent. Them Gloating to their sister about how they had caused a more haunting scene than she could. The weapon of the God of Murder.
How bloody would vesper be when they finally showed up? Gortash would undoubtedly have to push them to take a bath before bringing them to bed. If he could convince them that is, otherwise his silks would be ruined.. again. Damn assassin was lucky Gortash was so smitten.
Finally the door opens, and in walks Orin. Her grin was particularly disturbing this evening, the glint of happiness in her eyes was beyond anything mere killing brought her. Gortash suddenly got a cold sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He keeps looking at the door, waiting for Vesper to follow their sister. Begging silently that the fear taking hold was just an over reaction. The changeling began to laugh at him as she sits herself down in Vesper's chair.
"What is so funny?" He snaps finally turning his attention towards the pale woman, "get out of your siblings chair Orin. You stand."
"You look like such a helpless pup," Orin's smile grows wider ignoring the order to get up, "waiting for its master to come home to share scraps from a hunt. Ah.. but they're not coming." The feeling of cold numbness spread through Gortash's body, he manages to remain stony faced.
"What do you mean they're not coming?"
"Just that, lordling. They're not coming. They're dead and gone. Flesh cut to ribbons, their blood watering fields and feeding rivers. Their corpse left for the flies."
Gortash shoots up so fast his chair nearly topples over. Orin is watching him, daring him to try something, begging him to give her a reason to skin him. Ketheric was quiet, but Gortash swore he saw a little tinge of empathy in the elf's gaze. Loss was something they were all familiar with. No. This was a lie. It has to be a lie.
"You're lying."
"I'd thought you'd say that," Orin coos and draws a dagger. She plunges it into the table and leaves it for Gortash to examine.
A slightly curved steel blade, guard inlaid with blue stones, a worn handle wrapped in black leather, and a silver pommel shaped like a dragons head. It was Vesper's. Gortash had it made for the Bhaalspawn, a gift, and a promise they'd rule Faerûn together. The man reaches out and pulls the blade from the table. He refuses to fall apart in front of the other. Refuses to give Orin that satisfaction.
"How?" he asked.
"They'd gotten sloppy, they lost our fathers favor, and I'm taking over now," Orin sounded far too delighted. It took every ounce of self control to not take Vespers blade and plunge it into the Changling's throat. She had done it. There was no doubt in Gortash's mind. As much as he wanted to kill her for taking away his love, he couldn't. the brain needed the three stones working together to remain under their command. They wouldn't be able to find another suitable wielder on such short notice.
Orin was necessary. At least For now.
"Seems we have a set back and won't be able to advance just yet," Gortash said, "Ketheric you will keep massing your armies.. and Orin.. seems you'll be the new representative of your father. Duke Ravenguard will be arriving at Waukeen's rest tomorrow. we'll have him on a leash shortly."
"Just a setback?" Orin sounds amused her brow quirked. "I'm impressed at your callousness, I thought you'd be more... broken. Crying over your lost plaything. But perhaps you'll just get a new one."
"We have work to do Orin," Gortash growls, gripping the dagger tight. "Return to your duties the both of you. I will figure out a way to keep things running smoothly." The man turns on his heel and storms out of the meeting room without letting either of them speak further. He manages to keep his cool up until he enters his study. as soon as the door locks the rage and sorrow hit him like a tidal wave.
Gortash lets out guttural screams, cursing Orin for killing the only person who showed him anything other than brutality. Cursing Vesper for leaving him, for destroying what little happiness he had. How dare they make him care only to disappear! Without a word without letting him say goodbye! He goes on a rampage through the room, tearing up projects, smashing chairs to splinters, flipping his desk, scattering papers and ink pots. All he could see was red, the emotions consuming every fiber of his being.
He had no idea how long his rage lasted. Only that when it was over he was completely exhausted and every inch of the study was completely destroyed. The man sinks to the floor, he was still holding Vesper's dagger. He regards the weapon a moment, testing the edge against his thumb. The Bhaalspawn kept the edge razor sharp, it didn't even hurt as the blade drew blood from Gortash's finger.
It would be so easy to join them. Just draw their sharpened blade across his throat and let darkness take him. This whole plan had been both of their ideas, they had wanted to rule together. They spent countless hours bent over books drawing up their plans and spent countless nights tangled up together figuring out how to get the stone and the crown.
What was the point of building an empire if you lose the one you wanted to build it with?
A shudder ran through him, he could sense Bane's presence in the back of his mind. The god was quiet, but his presence alone was enough to make Gortash hesitate. There was an air of anticipation, daring the man to go through with his foolish little plan. To die and face the consequences. Bane would consider his death a failure on the man's part, and Gortash's soul would burn for all eternity in Bane's fires. And that realization brought on a new one that nearly made him sick.
His soul belonged to Bane and Vesper's belonged to Bhaal. Gortash would never see them again.
Not in this plane or the next.
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damagedward · 11 months
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@merlin-emrys-wyllt
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𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔾𝕠
She’s crying , she hates it but there’s nothing else she can seem to manage other than screaming .
How could he just —
Easily apparently .
She had always known she would be too much for anyone to handle , her father had made sure she understood how difficult she was since before she could understand language .
Her eyes flicker , her emotions erratic and therefore her magic .
He had once told her he would never leave , he would be the one to stay no matter what .
But now her hatred against her own brother had become a wedge between them . Arthur always took what was hers so why wouldn’t Merlin choose the more stable sibling to keep as company , friend . Why wouldn’t Arthur take him too ?
The thoughts had been just that — thoughts , a wild mind , nothing serious . But then she had tried to kill her own brother . This would be one of many attempts , the first only for now , something none of them could’ve known or prepared for .
A blind rage and she’d been so close , and now she was locked away , in her chambers but the threat of being shackled or thrown into the dungeon was evident . This was Uther’s way of ‘being nice’ of ‘protecting her’ . As if he wasn’t to blame for her homicidal tendencies .
Then she thinks of who had seen it firsthand .
Merlin ..
He had been the one to catch her in the act , and the look in his eyes — she knew then that he’d found his limit with her .
She cannot even speak to him if she wanted to now she knows , she’s a prisoner to her chambers and if she leaves them she knows she’ll find herself in the tower again . Her own special cell .
Her fingers go to toy with the little pendant around her neck — his . He’d take it back , and all his words and promises now .
Their entire time together had been about risk , of not being caught , and they had managed it so now he could easily just disappear from her life and what could she say ? No one knew .
Once upon a time her magic flaring alone would’ve sent him rushing to her . Now she wonders if he even feels it .
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Note : this SL will be angsty , dark , mature & possible triggers please read at your safety . Inspo song below ⬇️
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Iida: don’t worry, I’m not wishing anything bad upon stain
Kaminari: you literally just wished murder upon him?!
Iida: sometimes murder is okay; it depends on what the person does
Kaminari: murder is always ba-
Izuku, thinking about overhaul: murder is sometimes morally correct actually
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hchollym · 11 months
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A Percy Weasley AU idea
Voldemort wins and people are hunted down and killed. In a desperate attempt to right the story, Percy, along with Luna (and maybe some others idk) do some rituals or something to be sent back in time to actually defeat Voldemort.
How do you think that would play out?
Would Percy be the only one to be sent back or will others be as well (ex. Luna)?
Would he stay in the body he was originally in or will he be sent into his childhood body (depending on when he gets sent back to)?
How would his relationships with others change? For example, his family?
Since his story has now changed due to knowledge of the future, would anyone else’s story change? (Ex. If he gets sent back to POA, or at least before Scabber’s is revealed at Peter, how would he deal with that?)
Ect…
Wow, that's a lot to answer! 🙃 I'll try my best, but be warned that this is all purely speculation, and there's some definite bias here because of my headcanons.
I'm going to put this under the cut due to length.
If we're being "realistic" (as much as possible), then Luna isn't going to be a part of this, and Percy is going to stay in his adult body.
It's super fun to read fanfiction stories where Luna is involved & the characters wake up in the body of their younger selves, because it affects their interactions and relationships with other characters, so please feel free to keep writing this type of thing if it appeals to you. However, I don't think it would actually play out like that.
I love Luna - she's one of my favorite characters - but her personality in canon just doesn't fit into this storyline. Look at her conversation with Harry in Book 5:
“Have you . . .” he began. “I mean, who . . . has anyone you’ve known ever died?” “Yes,” said Luna simply, “my mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine.” “I’m sorry,” Harry mumbled. “Yes, it was rather horrible,” said Luna conversationally. “I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But I’ve still got Dad. And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?” “Er — isn’t it?” said Harry uncertainly. She shook her head in disbelief. “Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn’t you?” “You mean . . .” “In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that’s all. You heard them.”
She doesn't dwell on the past, and her absolute belief in seeing her loved ones again after death would prevent her from trying to mess with fate. For all they know, going back in time could make things worse (i.e. Voldemort could take over all of Europe, he could torture everyone into permanent madness instead of killing them, etc.), and Luna just doesn't have the reckless motivation to risk it.
Percy, on the other hand, would 100% be reckless enough if he loses his sibling(s) like he lost Fred in the books. If his siblings are all still alive, then Percy's not going back in time either, but if one or more of them dies (particularly around Percy so he feels guilty about it), then he wouldn't be thinking clearly. He would blame himself and be out for blood like we saw in Book 7:
Rounding the corner, Percy let out a bull-like roar: “ROOKWOOD!” and sprinted off in the direction of a tall man, who was pursuing a couple of students.
In this situation, he doesn't care that he could potentially make things worse; he's going anyway.
The most likely person to go with him is actually Ron. If Voldemort wins, chances are that Harry is dead, and Ron is left in a very similar state to Percy - guilt and grief are swallowing him whole, and he's willing to take some serious risks, like we also saw in Book 7:
...he saw that Hermione was trying to restrain Ron, to stop him running after Percy. “Listen to me—LISTEN RON !” “I wanna help— I wanna kill Death Eaters— ” His face was contorted, smeared with dust and smoke, and he was shaking with rage and grief.
Hermione would likely be wary of going back because she is rational enough to know it's a huge risk, but she goes with them anyway, because she's not abandoning Ron (especially if they may get Harry back).
Ron and Percy would have some serious baggage to work through (especially if Ron felt like Percy was trying to take Harry's place in their trio), and they would likely want to approach the situation in vastly different ways, so there would be plenty of conflict.
Since they probably stay in their same bodies, they avoid interacting with anyone else as much as possible, because they know how dangerous it would be for their younger selves if they were seen:
Professor McGonagall told me what awful things have happened when wizards have meddled with time…. Loads of them ended up killing their past or future selves by mistake!
Therefore, we wouldn't see too much interaction between them and other characters (besides each other). However, we might see some interaction between Percy & Dumbledore (because it might eventually be necessary to involve him), which would be interesting since Percy had legitimate reasons not to trust Dumbledore (even though he was telling the truth about Voldemort).
They likely decide to hunt down the Horcruxes themselves (since Ron & Hermione know where they are and how to destroy them). In order to do so, they sneak into Hogwarts and Ron enters the Chamber of Secrets (by mimicking Harry's Parseltongue) to get the Basilisk's fang to destroy the Horcruxes.
The fun part of the story would be that some of the Horcruxes are actually more difficult to get when they're in the past. For example, one is in Bellatrix's vault at Gringotts, but if she's still in Azkaban, then they can't use Polyjuice to look like her, which causes complications (and I headcanon that Percy would use the Imperius Curse at that point).
It really depends on what year they go back in time to though. I think Percy & Hermione would have thought very carefully about it and decided to go back to the summer after Book 3; they want to stop Voldemort from being completely ressurected, but they don't want to stop Wormtail from escaping, because they need him to find Voldemort's shell of a being so Harry can eventually kill it:
“I returned to my hiding place far away, and I will not pretend to you that I didn’t then fear that I might never regain my powers. . . . Yes, that was perhaps my darkest hour . . . I could not hope that I would be sent another wizard to possess . . . and I had given up hope, now, that any of my Death Eaters cared what had become of me. . . .”
I also imagine that Percy would want to save Cedric too, because I headcanon that they were friends. Therefore, the best course of action is to stop Barty Jr. from escaping and returning to Voldemort's side (because he sets everything in motion for Voldemort's return). This wouldn't be too difficult if they returned right at the beginning of the summer, because Percy would be able to easily access Mr. Crouch's house (where Barty Jr. is still under the Imperius Curse) by pretending to be his younger self (because Mr. Crouch was not paying attention enough to notice a few years difference in his age).
I honestly think Percy would murder Barty Jr. He may pretend that he wouldn't (for Hermione and Ron's sake), but Percy has a very personal motivation for this - not only did Barty kill Cedric, but he also almost destroyed Percy's career, and it's my headcanon that he hurt Percy. Plus, Percy knows that Barty is a flight risk, since he escaped from Azkaban, and he's not going to take any chances. He probably pretends it was self defense with Hermione and Ron, but he's too far gone to feel guilty by then. (I love darkish Percy, by the way; he's not a bad person, but once he loses someone he loves, I can see him spiraling out, because it's clear in canon that Percy feels things so deeply).
If Barty Jr. is dead, then Harry never enters the Triwizard Tournament, and this is where plenty of things change. For starters, one of the other competitors wins (likely Viktor, because Cedric wouldn't get any heads up about the dragons or the egg without Harry's involvement), so Cedric lives, and Harry never gives Fred and George money for their joke shop. This forces the twins to wait several more years to save enough, so they don't drop out of school and actually graduate. Umbridge doesn't get involved at Hogwarts, because there's no Dark Lord returning so the Ministry doesn't care what Dumbledore is doing; Sirius lives because Voldemort doesn't return enough for him to give Harry visions; Dumbledore lives because Draco never becomes a Death Eater; and none of the people/creatures in Book 7 die because all the Death Eaters in Azkaban don't escape/come back together.
Interestingly enough, there would be a ripple effect for some other characters as well. I highly doubt Remus would marry Tonks if Sirius was alive (he seemed perfectly content to stay at Grimmauld Place with him); Bill doesn't move back to England to work at Gringotts and help with the war, so he never dates and marries Fleur; and when Dumbledore eventually tells Harry that he has to die to permanently defeat Voldemort, Harry's not as likely to listen. He's probably living with Sirius, who would fight against the suicide thing, tooth and nail. Plus, if there's no war going on because Voldemort wasn't fully resurrected, then there's no battles or deaths, particularly ones that are close to Harry. Harry's also living in a relatively happy and stable home with Sirius and Remus, so his motivation for committing suicide (based off only Dumbledore's word) is not really there.
This actually doesn't change much though, except that Voldemort finds a way to return much later on (without any other Horcruxes), but everyone is better prepared because they're adults/possibly Aurors. Harry fights him, let's himself be killed, and then kills Voldemort. Done. A few other people might die in the crossfire, but it's impossible to guess who, especially if Dumbledore is still around.
Wow, that was a lot! 😱
But we're still not done! 🤣 Where are the older versions of Percy, Hermione, and Ron after all this?
They don't disappear when their mission is complete, but they can't go back to their old lives either (since their younger selves are still living the happier version). It's possible that Percy leaves his younger self a note, but that's about it.
I think Hermione and Ron just move to a different country to live a new life, and Percy does the same, but I can actually picture Percy choosing to live a Muggle life after everything that's happened (if he doesn't die trying to destroy the Horcruxes, because he was probably hoping for that).
Overall, I think the whole ordeal gives Ron & Hermione closure; they saved Harry (and Fred), but they lost them anyway in a different sense, because they can't be a part of their lives. They've spent so long dedicating their lives to Harry, but now they have to learn to live for themselves and let him go. It's bittersweet.
Percy's arc is a little darker/sadder. He has to face the fact that he's willing to go to extreme lengths to prevent his family's death, and he has to grapple with his own guilt, conscience, and mental health issues. He also has to learn to forgive himself and move on, which means letting go of his family once and for all.
I know everyone thinks that Percy has to reconnect with the Weasleys to be happy, but I don't really believe so. Especially if his younger self is still around, then Percy gets a free pass to break away from a family that was never truly going to be healthy for him (see this and this post). He learns that he can love them and still leave without resentment or anger. It's kind of like the lyrics to a Shinedown song: "Sometimes goodbye is a second chance."
He has to start over and figure out who he is now and what he wants out of life. Perhaps he ends up adopting children in the Muggle world. Regardless, he ultimately finds himself, and he finds peace.
Thanks for the ask! 😊
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hikari-drkspc · 11 months
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❅ “Run Away” ❅
character: yandere! minamoto teru [jibaku shounen hanako-kun]
warning: yandere, mentions of m0rder ; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT
words: 427
a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be
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“If I were to run away from you, would you chase after me?”
A small smile makes its way to your lips as you question Teru this, earning a confused blink from him.
After a moment’s silence and no response came from him, you decided that the teasing went a bit far and were about to apologize when he finally replied.
“Before you get the chance to run away, I would have already gotten rid of those beautiful legs of yours.”
You flinched and the atmosphere suddenly turned heavy. Teru’s still smiling, just like his usual self but you of all people knew that it’s definitely not genuine.
“Ah…ahaha….I’m just kidding, Teru. You don’t need to go that far. I just wanted to see how much you love me, that’s all.”
You give him a nervous laughter and softly pat his shoulder in a playful manner. His expression stays the same and it makes you actually wonder if he’s really serious about what he just said.
“I’m quite serious though? If you wanted to know how much I love you that badly, I’ll be glad to tell you about all the things I’ve done to protect you.”
You quickly pick up on the bad vibes he’s giving and try to get up and leave him but his gaze on you made you freeze in your place. Heck, even trying to scoot away from him proves to be difficult for you to do.
“Including killing someone.”
Your face went pale and you stared at him in disbelief. You wished you could just say “Come on, that joke isn’t funny,” at him but you knew well that that line has been used over and over in horror films rather than in comedies.
“Are you scared?”
It was a simple yes or no question yet it weighs on you so much. You can’t just say yes and expect him to let you go just like that but you also can’t just say no and still expect him to let you go.
Either answer will only bring the same conclusion, whether you like it or not.
You now regretted ever asking him that question.
No…
You regretted ever going out with him in the first place.
He has you completely wrapped up around his fingers and you are left with no other choice than to stay with him. You won’t even be given the chance to think of escaping.
Since you know for sure he’ll carry out his words and get rid of your legs without a moment’s hesitation.
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murderous-mitzi-au · 7 months
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Hello there!
I’m star! The creator of murderous mitzi au
This blog is going to be rp blog where you can ask characters questions
The main characters you can ask questions are mordecai mitzi asa sweets rocky and wick
I will be putting trigger warnings on here but I may add more
This au is inspired by a theory I made about how mitzi hired asa to kill atlas so she could be with wick
And mordecai finds clues to finds out clues that lead to the truth
And after mitzi is finally killed mordecai becomes the leader of lackadaisy(which is a whole different au)
But I took a turn on that theory to where instead mitzi killed atlas herself and asa sweet was a witness to this but mitzi threatened asa to keep his mouth shut or he would die
Basically mitzi kills people (well technically cats) to get to the top
But just like the other theory mordecai finds out and tells everyone the truth
And just like the other theory mitzi tries to kill mordecai but fails and gets killed herself
I may make another blog for the mordecai takes over lackadaisy au
Also purple text means ooc (out of character)
Anyways here are we rules for asking
Won’t respond:
Nsfw stuff
Really gory stuff (my big triggers are body horror/heavy gore)
Asks that make me uncomfortable
Romantic and shipping stuff
Tw (trigger warning)
Lots of mentions of death
A lil bit of yandere stuff
Dark themes
Mitzi being a manipulator toxic person (or technically cat) being kinda yandere and insane/murderous
Enjoy my au!
(My main blog: @star-writez )
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ginza-division · 7 months
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"God seems to have left the receiver off the hook and time is running out."
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Timeline:
Age 0:
Is born to two unknown people in Tokyo, Japan.
She has little memories of her time with them.
Age 4:
She is, for some reason, placed in foster care by her parents with no explanation.
She begins to dislike the foster care system because of the children, who make fun of and bully her, and the adults, who consider her a nuisance.
She finds that she likes things a certain way, and likes counting things by '10'.
Age 5:
She is adopted by another couple, who wants a daughter for their estranged son, Chihiro.
Though she tries to appear friendly to her new older brother, he ignores her and verbally abuses her when their parents aren't around.
Though the daughter tries to tell her parents, they assume she is joking and don't believe her.
Chihiro's abuse towards her starts to turn physical.
The daughter finds it easier to stay out of his way.
Age 6:
One day, she loses it and beats her brother to an inch of her life, leaving him badly disfigured.
She is sent back to foster care by her ex-parents, who are now scared of her.
She spends her time in solitary, being kept away from other kids.
Age 7:
She is once again adopted; this time, by a single parent, Uehashi Torajiro.
He is, in fact, a criminal involved in sex and slave trafficking.
She gets punished for the smallest of infractions.
She learns to be quiet and do as she's told, less she gets punished.
Unfortunately, she gets punished even when she has done nothing wrong, as Torajiro is a sadist.
She is frequently locked up in a dark room with only a red lightbulb as a light source.
She begins to love the color 'red'.
Age 9:
Eventually, the police get an anonymous tip about the girl's father.
They make a raid on his house, and he is killed in the process.
The blood splatter reminds the girl of all of the abuse she has suffered, thus far.
She loses her mind and attacks the police as they are trying to help her.
She is given a sedative, which instantly knocks her out.
She is sent to a psychiatrist to elevate her for any mental defects.
She is, unfortunately, sent back to the foster care system.
She beats up an older boy who was bothering and was wearing a red shirt.
She is, again, put in solitary, away from the other kids.
Her 'dislike' for the foster care system turns into a 'hatred'.
Age 10:
After a year of psychiatric treatment, she is deemed stable and is allowed to be put up for adoption again.
She is adopted once more by a couple who, unfortunately, cannot have children.
She instinctively doesn't trust them, due to not having good memories of foster families.
The couple proves themselves to be nice and trustworthy, though the girl still doesn't fully accept them.
Due to previous trauma, she tries to flirt and "please" her father.
She is later instructed that that is not appropriate behavior, and that she shouldn't do that.
Age 11:
After a year of staying with them, she begins to open up and trust them a bit.
For the first time in a long time, she is happy.
Age 12:
She calls the couple 'mom' and 'dad', accepting them as parents.
Her mother frequently plants flowers and gardens around the house. The young girl finds them pretty and calming.
Age 14:
Despite being homeschooled for most of her life, she is deemed smart enough to start high school.
Her parents are tragically killed one day while they are in a government building.
The perpetrators behind the bombing call themselves "Scorpion Den".
The girl spots one of the members fleeing the scene, burning her face into her mind.
The girl refuses to go back to foster care; instead, she makes a living on the streets.
She is frequently beaten and hurt for stealing and shoplifting.
Age 15:
One day, she is about to be beaten and abused by a bunch of older kids.
Before they can do anything, she is suddenly saved by a mysterious boy with a 'wolf-like' appearance, who kills the kids.
He looks back at her, throws her some money, and then walks off.
She falls in love with the boy at first sight and wants to know more about him.
Later, she is approached by a strange priest who offers her home and food.
She is initially suspicious but is won over by his kind words and appearance.
He introduces himself as 'Masa Judice' and asks if she wishes to be his daughter.
She doesn't answer right away, but Masa allows her to stay for as long as she wants in his church.
After a week, she agrees to be his daughter.
The priest begins molding her mind, turning her into a corrupt and remorseless killer.
Age 16:
After months of training and molding her, he pits her against some other street kids.
She effortlessly kills them all, which makes Masa name her the leader of his gang, "The Crossroads."
She names herself "Juu" because it means '10', which she loves.
While on a job, she comes across the boy who previously saved her. She learns his name is 'Max'.
As she approaches him, she spots him staring at a girl whom Juu immediately recognizes: the girl who killed her parents two years ago.
Doing research, she learns her name is "Sumire Shinomiya".
She swears revenge against Sumire and her group, "Scorpion Den".
She meets her father's partner, Eiji Noguchi, whom is slightly afraid of her.
Age 17:
Present.
She actively works with "The Crossroads" to disrupt any operation Scorpion Den is working on.
She meets her father's other teammate, Oki Teagan, whom, for some reason, she admires. She dubs him her "big brother".
Her father makes plans to join the Division Rap Battle Tournament.
She does research on the tournament and on the HypMics.
She kills a thug who has an illegal HypMic.
She has Ippei Fujimoto, a.k.a. "The Scientist", try to create a genuine HypMic from the Illegal HypMic.
She secretly joins the Ginza Division rap battle team, Last Judgment, alongside Masa Judice, Eiji Noguchi, and Oki Teagan.
Schedule
12 a.m. - 2 a.m.: Doing work with "The Crossroads"
2 a.m. - 2:30 a.m.: Returns home and reports to Masa
2:30 a.m. - 6:30 a.m.: Asleep
6:30 a.m. - 8:30 a.m.: Freshens up and gets ready for school
8:30 a.m. - 9 a.m.: Eats breakfast on the way to school
9 a.m. - 12 p.m.: Class
12 p.m. - 1 p.m.: Lunch
1 p.m. - 2 p.m.: Class
2 p.m. - 2:30 p.m.: Stalks Max
2:30 p.m. - 3 p.m.: Returns home
3 p.m. - 5 p.m.: Does homework
5 p.m. - 7:30 p.m.: Helps and eats dinner with Masa
7:30 p.m. - 9 p.m.: Free time
9 p.m. - 10 p.m.: Prepares for night with "The Crossroads"
10 p.m. - 12 a.m.: Doing work with "The Crossroads"
Character Hashtags
Regular Hashtags
#Everything for the Father
#Max & Juu sitting in a tree
#Diabla burns in Hell
Trauma Hashtags
#A building in smoke and flames
#Used and abused
#I LOVE THE RED LIGHT
Other Info
Hobby: Sharpening Tools
Weakness: Bipolar Disorder
Trauma: "This world is cold and unfair; I give and give, but never get anything back."
Twitter: @10ismyfavoritenumber
Drinks: No
Smokes: No
Special Skill: "I'm a master of torture. It's no fun killing them right off. You have to make them wish they were dead. Hehehe~"
Intro Quote: "Oh, new a toy to play with! Try not to break as easily as the last one, okay? Hehehe~"
Trauma Quote: "Let me go! My parents are in there! I have to save them! Let me go! ...Mommy! Daddy! Noooooo!"
Ending Quote: "...8...9...10! Ready or not, here I come! Hehehe~"
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mad-hunts · 12 days
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❛  that's not a threat. it's a promise.  ❜
the sounds of sobbing interrupted the silence that once permeated the space between the dollmaker and the batman. and with a bit of annoyance, barton tightened his hold on the throat of the man that he was currently holding hostage, which stopped the incessant noise; at the price that that meant they were being actively suffocated. for a moment, the dollmaker wondered how the batman even found out where he was located: this industrial complex was selected by him exclusively for it's very secluded status and for it's confusing layout after all. but when all things were said and done, he supposed it didn't really matter much. if someone had leaked his location... he would simply find out and kill them. barton was just somewhat thankful now that he decided to capture this man while in costume. the alternative was that he'd do his typical routine of going on dates and then holding his victim captive until their dreaded demise came.
it was as if barton himself was death with his mask on, however, as he smelled deeply of rot. and this was due to his crudely sewn together mask, which was made up of an amalgamation of skin from his very own deceased father's face. the blood on his surgical apron also gave a clue as to the man he held at the moment not being his only hostage, blood having been splattered across the front of it. a sinister laugh erupted from the mouth of the dollmaker then, ❝ of course it is. you and your self-righteousness, batman; do you seriously never get tired of it? i'm giving this man the chance to become something bigger than himself — to be fixed of all of his imperfections and to become immortalized forever as a doll — and you want to take that away from him? ❞ the dollmaker shook his head at the other in mock scorn and pressed his knife further into the man's throat.
❝ now, that just won't do. you can try to break my arm to save him, but just remember that i could end his life at any time. i was just putting it off at first because it was entertaining to see you become so tense... but his death will come soon. that's a promise, batman. ❞
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longlivesteddie · 2 years
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I need Steve to get tortured by Russians, Eddie finding him and going absolutely feral. Ready to kill anyone who touched the omega. (his omega)
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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 9 months
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For you
I realized a typo, its meant to say "love" XD
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I'm working on a larger piece for another fandom "At dead of Night" but I wanted to make some good Amen (Owen x Amy) and thought about a sweet scene of Owen being an awkward guy wanting to thank and totally not impress Amy- by giving her something nice
One of my friends, Cosmicsyntome/Intergalactic mom, drew a lovely Amy/Amyrose drawing for me which I adore, and they created Blue Berrymore! I named them and thought Owen probably made it for Amy as a gift. Here is the post: Link
Its a bit tragic considering their friendship will fall and things will lead up to Amy's eventual death at the hands of the Handeemen. At least Owen got to spend some time with her in the "Cannon" universe.
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damagedward · 11 months
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𝕊𝕠 .. 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦
𝒢𝑜
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*** ⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ ***
tw: breakup , tw: running away , tw: dark themes , tw: mature themes , tw: 21+ , tw: toxic characters , tw : toxic
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Storyline Solo featuring : @merlin-emrys-wyllt
She had never expected him to stay — but in the end as he came to see her for who and what she truly was . He said things to her she never imagined she’d hear from his lips , but in the end she felt she had deserved .
She had never deserved him , his kindness , his compassion , his love —
So why then did it shock her so much now that he was leaving , choosing a side that wasn’t hers ?
He’s said his piece but she’s not sure she’s even begun her own .
“Please —,” she never begged she hated the idea of it let alone doing it , “please Merlin , before you go , I just — is there nothing I can do ? Nothing I could’ve said ?”
To change his mind , to pull him back in , even though she knew she should be pushing him away , he was right to leave , right to want nothing to do with her .
But her heart — it hurt . It wanted him to somehow stay .
There was nothing she could say or do to change it though , she knew that deep down . She had truly ruined the only good thing that had ever happened to her , all on her own .
She doesn’t even try to stop the tears at this point , she knows it will be a losing or never ending battle if she tries so as they begin to fall and roll down her cheeks she simply allows it . Tears her gaze from him and his .
She doesn’t deserve to look at him , but she wants to memorize him all , all of it before he goes and she’s sure she’ll never see him again after that . Because when he would leave , she would go .
There was no place for her here unless in chains and she couldn’t , she wouldn’t live like that .
She feels his eyes on her but refuses to acknowledge it . She wishes she could change this , undo things , somehow have been successful or at least not had left it a trace to be her — but then again he had caught her , in the act , been the one to pull her from her brother .
I’m sorry wouldn’t cut it , there was no way to apologize .
But a Time Machine was nothing more than a fantasy . So much she’d change .
And so as he simply responds by leaving she watches ..
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She decides then she will pack a small bag and leave in the night …
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Everyone tries to paint the izucrew as innocent uwu babies when, yes, they are children, however, they are not innocent. Proof:
Let’s start off tame with Iida, who tried to commit premeditated murder :)
Then, we have Uraraka, who is only in it for the money and literally rained gravel down on bakugou with 0 remorse (as she should, but still absolutely savage) iconic of her, my daughter
Tsu, she is done with everyone’s shit. Hurt her friends and she’ll smack you. Case and point: mineta
Shouto, who has no respect for authority and enough fuck it attitude to, when seeing his new friends in a fight to the death, just been like “alright, if they’re fighting him, he can’t be good” and joined in
Shinsou: similar to Shouto, seemingly no respect for authority. A bit more tame e to his past, but would likely protect his friends with all that he has despite the law
Aoyama, has broken in to leave secret message I’m cheese. Need I say more?
Tokoyami,,, guys, come on. This boy uses dark magic on his enemies.
Momo, I am fully convinced that this girl uses her money and high social standing to help people, but also to completely ruin those who hurt her friends.
Hatsume: I mean, come on, this girl is scary. My child, whom I love dearly, but she is not a law abiding citizen (she’s in the izucrew and my mind will not be changed)
Monoma: alright-it is my personal headcanon that he is in the crew, so I will be including him-J will be honest, this boy and shinsou have the most strict moral compass’ of all those in the crew due to their past and everyone thinking that they had “villainous quirks.” HOWEVER, if someone messes with their friends, they will not take it lying down, not that the kiricrew will, but they’ll get back at you in perfectly legal way-the izucrew is more lenient on the law
And lastly, but certainly not least, izuku fucking midoriya: has genuinely wanted to kill people before (overhaul, as he should). He sees his friend trying to kill someone and he’s just like, “well, my friend isn’t going to die >:|” better yet, he has a feeling his friend is going to do something, and he tries to protect him and is willing to commit murder for him. Scary smart, knows at least twenty ways to hide a body. Has thought of the perfect way to get rid of/permanently disable his @bu$er (bakugou) and had it written down in his analysis notebook, likely the only thing stopping him is because he’s nice and wants to see him grow. Went on a vigilante spree to try and protect those he loved. Let me rephrase that: went on an illegal vigilante phase yo protect his friends. And these are just a few reasons
TLDR: the izucrew would commit murder to protect their friends, and they would get away with it. Have a good day
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squintclover · 2 years
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Written for @wolfstarmicrofic July 26th prompt:
Storm
"It was Black! He did it, he's a murderer!"
Pettigrew's voice screeched and echoed around the street, adding to the maelstrom that had been swirling around Sirius since he had arrived at Godric's Hollow.
Him?! Him the murderer! How could that little rat-
"Sirius?"
Remus. Always the calm eye of his storm. Always his beacon of light. His.
"Remus, he-"
"I know. Incarcerous."
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starlitink · 2 years
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Reasons why I would have been dead by the end of this Broadway musical
NEWSIES - I am a trans guy who is very bad at passing. Being trans was illegal back then. I would have been deathed on sight by most of the adults in this show.
HEATHERS - Somehow I get the vibe that JD would murder me because I’m queer. (See: Kurt and Ram.)
THE LIGHTNING THIEF - I have no battle skills, and it would be a miracle if I didn’t unalive myself accidentally on my first day at Camp Half-Blood.
SIX - Literally half the characters died. You really think I would be one of the lucky few who made it out alive? Not on your life.
WEST SIDE STORY - Say it with me now, folks - hate crimes. I would be aliven't in an instant. It’s a fucking miracle Anybodys never got unalived by the Jets.
INTO THE WOODS - Half the characters are dead by the end of the show, and knowing my dumbass self, I would completely ignore the threat of a giant and wander off into the forest to read.
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