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johnwickb1tsch · 2 months

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 30 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-The next night he surprises you, when after dinner and your nightly glass of wine, he jingles his keys at you. “Still want to go for a ride?”

He’s been different, since the sketchbook incident. Despondent, and quiet. At first you thought maybe he was just hungover, but it lingers, and you sense something is on the horizon.

Good or bad, you cannot say.

Desperate to go outside and thinking that driving the car can only improve his mood, you agree.

He locks your door, of course, giving you a pointed look of fuck around and find out as you settle into the seat beside him. You simply bat your eyelashes innocently, winning a begrudging little laugh.

Jumping from a moving car doesn’t exactly appeal to you, anyways.

The loud grumble of the engine as he starts the car is a tactile experience, something you feel in your bones as surely as your ears. He smiles a little as your lips form an “O” of surprise.

You hate to say it, but once you hit the roads with The Black Keys on the radio, the windows down in the summer night, thoughts of watching for an opportunity to escape completely slip your mind. Riding in a fast car down the star-lit mountain highway is bliss, and you hold his hand between shifting gears.

You are surprised when he pulls to a stop at the very mountain outlook where he brought you on your birthday. The river in the valley is a ribbon of quicksilver in the moonlight. Before you can even think to try your door he grabs you up with a hand in your hair and his lips on yours.

You make out like teenagers in the front seat, and it is as sweet as it is maddening. Your own body has begun to forget that you need a full week of rest, his tongue in your mouth and his strong hands on your body inspiring that unhelpful ache between your legs. By the time he is finished with you, he has dragged you into the driver’s seat with him, and you are starry eyed and panting, your hair wild and your lips swollen from the fury of his kisses. He seems to like looking at you in this state, his mood completely elevated by the time he starts the car and drives you home.

He holds you close that night, and you find an insane part of you wishes he would try to debauch you again, just a little bit.

-Yet as your week of reprieve starts to draw to a close, you cannot help but dread it. It is like you are living with a ticking clock in your brain. Maybe John was kind enough to put his beast back in a box for you…but you’re certain the darkness of his was only momentarily slaked, not slain.

It will wake again.

On the eighth day he wakes you with sweet kisses on your cheek and neck, and you think to yourself, here we go.

But he just asks what you would like for breakfast, and slips out of bed.

You can hardly believe it happened.

Later, while you are in the shower he slips in behind you silent as a wraith, making you jump a foot when he touches your waist.

“Jesus Christ you scared me!”

“Sorry,” he apologizes, though you can tell he’s really not at all, as he ducks his head to kiss you with a little smile. You start to tremble as you wonder what new ways he’s thought up to torture you in the interim. His soapy hands all over your body are a marvel, somehow both soothing and agitating all at once. By the feeling of his erection pressed into the curve of your spine, you can tell he’s not unaffected, but he does not try to further seduce you or take what he wants, just kissing you before exiting the shower.

Standing under the warm stream of the rain head, somehow he leaves you feeling cold and alone.

You wonder what new game this is, hardly believing he’ll actually leave the choice up to you.

It goes on like this for days, and you are constantly on edge, waiting to be devoured every time he touches you.

This is almost as exhausting as being caught up and fucked properly.

As it goes on you are eventually living in agony again, existing in a state of constant, always present, red-thrumming arousal that begins to eat away at your sanity.

This diabolical man will be the death of you.

In the end it is you who cannot stand it anymore, and you know it is a victory for him but goddammit you are only a woman made of flesh and blood.

After lunch you are snuggling together, laying down on the couch. He is reading to you, but you're barely listening. You are distracted by his feet, which are bare, and elegant, and ridiculously large compared to yours. You can't stop stroking them with your little pink painted toes.

If he is moved by this, he makes very little sign, though once in a while he punctuates his sentences with a slight smile you find absolutely maddening.

You interrupt him mid-page with a kiss on his neck. He stops dead to look down at you, a question in his soft brown eyes.

You kiss him again in answer, this time on the mouth, and John Wick might be a lover of books, but just this once he disrespects one with abandon, throwing it in the general direction of the coffee table.

It bounces before hitting the floor, dead on arrival.

You don’t care, because his mouth is on yours, and his hand is sliding up your ribcage to cup your breast in your pretty designer sundress, and you want him so much that you have ceased to care if it is wrong or right or somewhere in the gray.

When he so-generously slips a sinewy thigh between yours you grind on him like a cat in heat, hardly recognizing the sound that falls from your mouth.

It is quickly devoured by his lips again, and then his nipping teeth make their way down your jawline, to the soft curve of your neck.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he groans against your skin, and you wonder what price you’ll have to pay for it later when you answer:

“I missed you too.”

He pulls back to look at you with something like wonder in his shining dark eyes; the tender way he cradles the side of your face in his big hand tangles your heartstrings up in painful knots. But before either of you can ruin it with more words he is on you once more, claiming you with another probing kiss that curls your toes. He frees your breasts by undoing the buttons at the front of your dress, and it was not without some personal machination that you decided that morning not to wear a bra. His clever tongue on your nipples is your reward, and you whimper as he teases your tight buds.

You are nothing less than relieved, when his hand disappears beneath your skirt, running up the inside of your thigh to impatiently push aside your panties.

When he finds you soaking wet he growls into your mouth, circling your clit with slick-soaked fingers. You whimper in answer, clinging to him in your need, pulling at his shirt ineffectually. With those expert fingers dipping inside you and toying with your bud he brings you higher and higher, before pulling away. You scream a little, knowing you sound feral, and beyond caring about it too.

It makes him smile, a wolfish curl of lips that lets you know you’re about to be devoured.

“My fierce little kitten. Do you need me, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer, somewhat begrudgingly now. You are hoping against hope that he’s not going to play games with you today. That maybe you can just…be together, for once, without all the rest of this man’s dark baggage weighing you down.

He pulls his shirt over his head, and like always you seem to lose time staring at him, so taken by the sight of his broad chest and bare arms, scarred and tattooed as they are.

“You still like what you see?” he asks, with a surprising note of vulnerability.

“Yes.” You run your hands over his pecs, up the column of his neck to stroke the soft hair behind his ear, and his eyes slide closed. He doesn’t even make you call him Sir...and you hope this is promising.

You watch with your hands behind your head, your breasts free of the bosom of your dress, as he unbuttons his jeans and shimmies out of everything. The magnificent sight of him bare before you makes you sigh with some unnamable satisfaction, and you reach for him with open arms.

He seems to like the sight of you with your hair mused and your skirt up around your hips. He does not undress you, just slides your panties down your thighs, looking down at you as though you are something precious to behold. You are wound so tight that that look alone almost makes you cum.

With your legs wrapped around his slim hips he slides inside you, the stretch and glide of his big cock the most wonderful thing you’ve ever felt. He moans in your ear as you pull him deeper still with your heel digging into his firm buttock. You lose yourself in the sensation of him filling you up, and the muscles of his powerful back under your hands as he moves. You enjoy it as he takes what he wants from you, just reveling in the feel of him, but when he sits up to prop you on his lean thighs and circles your clit with his thumb while he’s inside you—oh.

This could be the gate to heaven, and your nails dig into the pillow behind you as he fills you with the most impossible pleasure, one flick of his thumb at a time. That scintillating tension builds between your legs, nigh unbearable in the promise of its glory. “Fuck, please, John,” you beg, because you have waited so long and you have walked through hell to finally get here.

You could murder him, when the rhythm of his touch slows. “You ready to say something for me, beautiful?”

Not this shit again.

“No,” you whimper, thrashing against the smooth leather of the couch. “No, don’t do this to me now.”

“I need to hear it,” he insists, sounding almost as desperate as you this time. “Need you to say that you’re mine.”

He’s finally done it.

After all this, John Wick has finally found your breaking point, and as it turned out it was all at the tip his thumb.

Suddenly you are filled with everything.

Everything he has put you through the past weeks. The emotional rollercoaster of the anger and the fear, the joy and sympathy and heartbreak and love. He makes you feel everything but he denies you this because you refuse to admit you are a thing to be owned by him? You are the molten core of a volcano—this is the final pound of pressure that makes you explode.

“You want me to say something?” you demand with a snarl. You try to twist away, but his hands are iron on your thighs, keeping you joined. Maybe he’s merely inside your pussy, but a part of you feels as though he’s in your very soul, and it’s not fair how he’s made his way inside you. Inside your mind, your heart, your body.

None of this is fair.

“I hate you!”

His handsome features pull in the most thunderous frown imaginable, but before he can reply you go on, “I hate you for making me love you, for dangling that in front of me then switching it for whatever the fuck this is! And I hate it that I cannot stop loving you after everything you’ve put me through! Why isn’t it enough that I love you?”

Again you fight like a wild thing, until the only way he can restrain you is to lay his body completely over yours, pinning you with his solid weight, holding your wrists over your head with an iron grip.

Those blazing dark eyes feel as though they will burn a hole in you. Raggedly he breathes through his nose, staring you down.

You’ve done it. This mad man is finally going to hurt you. This man who you loved, who you do love, is going to make certain you never see the light of day again. You shake in your fury and there are hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You cannot stop them anymore than you can bring yourself to close your eyes to look away.

“Say that again,” he growls, and you are certain you sense your end in those words.

You can’t raise your voice above a whisper.

“I hate you.”

“No. The other.”

You could weep, and your voice cracks.

“I love you.”

You watch as he wars with himself, weighing your words, running the full gamut of wonder, anger, disbelief…and acceptance.

His mouth crashes over yours, and gods help you, but you meet him head on with a desperation you didn’t know yourself capable of. He is filling you again, lifting your leg with his knee and sliding deep as he can inside your needy cunt, and it is glorious.

“Fuck,” you whine, hiking up your legs nearly to your chest to bring him closer, tighter, more. He manipulates your body like a master, reaching between you to toy with your clit again. It’s so wonderful that your answering moan sounds more like a sob.

He strums you like your body is an instrument he was born to play, taking you to the shining edge to the merciless rhythm of his thick manhood burying inside you. You half expect him to pull back again, but he only watches you, watches you with those eyes that miss nothing while he grants you that ultimate pleasure at last.

Your orgasm is vicious in its intensity, ripping through you like a firestorm, your back bowing so hard you fear your spine might crack, a scream torn from your throat that surely echoes all the way down the mountain. He is right behind you, thrusting hard while the clench of your pussy pulls him over the glorious edge too. He grips you so tightly there will be bruises. The tremors of his last thrusts tease you with a splendid agony, ropes of his hot cum filling you to the brim.

When at last it is done he collapses on top of you, only propping himself just enough so as not to smother you. You bury your nose in the bend of his neck, hiding in the soft waves of his dark hair, shakily breathing in the scent of him.

When finally he can move again he sits up just enough to see you, the tip of his straight nose touching yours. “It’s enough, for now,” he tells you, and you close your eyes with relief, craning your neck to press your lips to his. He kisses you with a tenderness that breaks you all over again, your eyes filling with fresh tears.

The quiet that follows is like the hush after a battle, neither of you capable of sleep, but not really capable of motion either. It is a long time before he rolls onto his side, pulling you into him again. “I love you, y/n. I love you more…than I can possibly tell you.”

You sigh, burying your face against his chest.

“It’s ok,” you whisper. “Just…don’t hurt me, and we’ll figure it out. Ok?”

You feel him nod against the top of your head, though he says nothing in return.

Again you bask in the quiet together, your limbs deliciously tangled, until you feel a cold snoot on your back.

You turn to find dog resting his head on the couch by you, his tail wagging as he gives you the puppy dog eyes.

John snorts at the display, reaching out to scratch his ears. “He thinks we’re making him a puppy,” he huffs, clearly amused.

You laugh at the thought. “Fat chance, buddy,” you tell the hopeful pooch, turning in John’s arms so you can pet the dog.

Then you freeze, as you wonder if you’ve disclosed something you shouldn’t have.

John’s lips touch your shoulder as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him again. “It’s alright, y/n. I know about your IUD.”

“How?”

He sounds sleepy, as he answers. “I hacked your medical records. Well…I paid someone to hack them.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to know if there was anything in your history we needed to get ahead of.” He says this like it is the most natural, most acceptable thing in the world. And yet, after what happened with Helen…somehow it is also touching.

He really has managed to warp your sense of right and wrong.

“Invasive much?”

“I’m an asshole. I know.” He doesn’t sound sorry in the least, and you can tell that he is moments from falling asleep.

In that moment, you decide you feel safe enough, and content enough, to follow suite.

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ellipsiseffervescent · 8 months

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I am once again going to talk too much about Rebellion

and how people don’t understand Homura. Here I would like to address the reasons why people call Homura evil/the antagonist, which is usually their reason for disliking Rebellion. My blog has basically morphed into an obsessive discussion on why that movie is my favorite and elevates the story, so I’ve covered a lot of these topics before, but I hope to make things more comprehensive here.

I’ve seen some people call Homura “corrupted” by the part of her that is a witch. Two thoughts on that:

Rebellion goes out of its way to show you that witches are not inherently evil. They have experienced serious pain and are spreading that pain before Madoka’s sacrifice. However, if this meant that witches were inherently evil, then why are Sayaka and Nagisa not? They are still witches- that’s why their witch forms are still a part of them.

Also, in Rebellion, Sayaka warns Madoka’s essence to not fear Homura, as “she’s the one who’s most hurt”.

I think that people misunderstand the theme of what a witch is overall. A witch is an inevitable reality of magical girls because being a girl in a patriarchal/Kyubey system is CRUSHING. The transformation into a witch is a coming-of-age step into womanhood. It comes from the culmination of mistreatments and systemic oppression girls inevitably become overwhelmed by. This isn’t to say that all women are forever overwhelmed, but it is an unpleasant reality that most women become awoken to. Think of the resolution of the Barbie movie, for instance, where (BARBIE SPOILERS) the characters need to “wake up” the others to the suffocating reality of living in a patriarchy. Same principle, honestly.

I also think that people sometimes interpret the Christian imagery in a stereotypical “good vs evil” way than looking at the situation, especially when it comes to Homura’s demon label and Madoka’s sacrifice.

I’ve talked about this a lot so I won’t go into too much detail, but I believe that the series is going out of its way to create its themes around the dark reality of the self-sacrificing nature of girls. For a brief recap:

Making wishes for someone else is considered taboo

Madoka mattered as a girl. Throughout all iterations of pmmm and its sequels, Madoka laments on the tragedy of magical girls vanishing from the world without anyone knowing and says in Rebellion that she would never want to go anywhere where she couldn’t be around her friends and family. Her mom had plans for them when Madoka grew up, her brother remembers her, and it drives Homura insane that she’s the only person who remembers the other timeline. Madoka was always worried that she wasn’t good enough at anything to have a place in the world and I truly have a hard time believing that this series is saying that young girls who don’t feel they have value anywhere else are best served to sacrifice themselves into oblivion. That’s basically been the history of women, forever.

Homura calls herself a demon because, “[Madoka] was sacred as a god and I couldn’t help but pull her from heaven and undermine her.” Throughout the Wraith Cycle, Homura commits herself to honoring Madoka’s sacrifice and new world order, so the phrase “and I couldn’t help but pull her from heaven undermine her” is, I think, more of a reflection of her self-loathing for going against Madoka’s wish and less of a true admission of evil, because I don’t think that Madoka’s erasure from the world was ever an okay thing. I think people get too hung up on “demon-bad” without thinking of the nuances of the imagery. I don’t believe that Madoka’s godhood is inherently good, and I don’t believe Homura’s demonhood is inherently bad. I think that Madoka’s godhood is more an alignment with self-sacrifice, and Homura’s demonhood is an alignment with desire, and I think that too much of either is a bad thing. It’s why they both needed to come together to eviscerate the Kyubeys.

I think that the label of “demon” makes Homura irredeemable to people and I think that people are deeply unforgiving of the not so pretty things that make us human. I’ve seen that a lot of what I assume are younger users are completely unforgiving to girl characters who go through things and make mistakes. I’m not even talking about Azula defenders (though I think there is a nuanced conversation there) but the Catra-type haters. As others have pointed out, ya’ll about women’s wrongs until a girl suffers a time loop to try to save the love of her life (who, lest we forget, begs Homura to shoot her in one timeline) and her friends and almost loses her mind by being the only person to remember the love of her life in the timeline that ya’ll think was the good one. I even hesitate to call it “toxic yuri” until the last movie comes out. Now, this isn’t to say that Homura has made no mistakes. I think the fact that her rewriting of the world to include the Kyubeys is going to be a BIG mistake on her part, and she did pull the identity of Madoka away from the Law of the Cycle against her wishes. But I think that to take everything Homura has done to try to save Madoka and even give Madoka the power to become the Law of the Cycle and say that she is irredeemable or toxic because she is traumatized…. It’s heartbreaking to me.

Moreover, this perception of Homura as irredeemable flies in the face of all this Christian imagery. Throughout the entirety of Rebellion’s ending (and as you’ll see further down) Madoka assures Homura that she loves her no matter what, that she is always there for her. Madoka in her fullness can see in intimate detail what Homura endured for her- literal YEARS of suffering yet never giving up- do you really think Goddess Madoka can’t and shouldn’t forgive Homura? Are the “good” guys in Christianity not all about forgiveness?

And finally, the real reason I made this long ass post: Homura and Rue from Princess Tutu are parallels. For those who don’t know: in Princess Tutu, the character Rue transforms into an “evil” persona- Princess Kraehe, daughter of the Crow. While Rue is convinced that she is now an agent of evil, the main character Ahiru/Duck insists that she is not. Also important to note is Rue may not rewrite the universe, but objectively commits more women’s wrongs than Homura. She rips the shards of emotion from her lover’s breast and tries to sacrifice innocent people’s hearts to her father, but the story does not paint her as condemned or irredeemable. She’s been lied to, groomed, and traumatized. She’s not an evil person, she’s a girl trying to navigate horrible circumstances, like Homura. Rebellion creates these parallels because Homura is forgivable and it wants you to know that.

So anyway, first parallel is the outfit. Demon Homura is SOOOOO inspired by Kraehe it HURTS:

And finally, Rebellion went so hard to reference this scene:

PLEASE put on sound they translate it differently but here she says "homura chan is homura chan"

so yeah if you stuck around thanks! love u muah

#madoka magica #homura akemi #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm homura #pmmm #princess tutu #princess kraehe #Princess Tutu spoilers #support womens wrongs #but actually support them #madoka kaname #madoka magica rebellion #walpurgisnacht rising #walpurgis no kaiten

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thealexandriaarchives · 9 days

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The Arrakis Royal Ballet in Arrakeen has just had a crisis of leadership under the management of the CHOAM Foundation which oversees its board, and Vladimir Harkonnen has been ousted as chairman, which means two things: Oh thank god we don't have to watch the same 5 Tchaikovsky shows over and over again this season, Swan Lake and The Firebird are FINE but GOD- and the Company's default leading man for every performance, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, will suddenly have to compete for his slot.

That's totally fine, but the next person to fill the board's slot is Leto Atredies, a man who's actively investigating the Harkonnens for using the Ballet for money laundering as well as reputation laundering, and his son, Paul Atredies, is about to make his international debut after being quietly... discouraged, from applying. Still, whether as a PR move or an olive branch, Leto suggests a Ballet to fit the bill: Giselle.

It's French, so it will give people something different from the aggressively Russian fare Vlad had selected for the last several seasons. ...A bit unfair, perhaps, Chani had been hoping for Balanchine outside of Christmas, but Feyd never expected he'd even get so much as Italian. Paul Atredies was taught by masters in the classical French schools and he's got the light, precise, delicate footwork and speed to show for it. Hell with that slight frame, and some of the moves Feyd has seen him do on TikTok, which is about the only place he's been able to perform up until now, there have even been whispers he could perform the female roles just as easily.

But Giselle is good. It will give Chani some space to show off her acting chops as she falls in love and goes insane, casts Irulan well as a cold and vicious wraith queen, ordering men to their deaths, and it's underperformed- often because it requires two strong male leads in the same company.

As soon as he hears the name Feyd-Rautha doesn't kid himself about which role he'll be playing. Even if he didn't personally prefer Hilarion to the lying noble prick Albrecht is revealed to be, there's no way the new chairman's son and anointed star is going to be the one drowned like a rat in a bucket by the end of act two.

Besides, Feyd knows what the last act requires physically, and he's seen Atredies throwing his whole body into full spins again and again through the air in his million dollar barre studio online. Feyd's just not going to let a spoiled green debutante get away with blowing this for everyone else.

So on the first day of rehearsals, while Chani and Stilgar are off with the set designer, discussing the frankly insane decision to replace the woods and lake with a desert terrain out of Lawrence of Arabia, Feyd-Rautha sidles up to their untested new danseur noble as he laces his shoes.

"I hear you're our new Duke of Arrakis."

#So a fun fact about me is that I did hardcore Russian ballet as a kid with a little old 70-something year old woman who Knew Her Shit until #I got too tall and she told me No Man Will Lift You'. So I took 10 seconds to think about this and I have something.#If people are confused on the last line i didn't want to spell things out too much but Albrecht is a Duke #duneposting #feydpaul #feyd rautha #paul atredies #chani kynes #dune fanfiction #feyd rautha fanfic #dune au #ballet au #dune

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shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck · 6 months

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HTTYD UTAU CROSSOVER AU

Nightmare's gang backstory.

the gang's backstories are dark. insanity and injury occur. keep in mind.

Dust (nightlight)

Dust is a nightlight that has been in the fighting rings since he was young. Like most dragons he goes insane. He ends up killing his brother by accident in the ring. The guilt sends him over the edge. He essentially turns into a mindless machine. It hurts too much to think about things. Do what you're told so you get fed. Survive because that’s what you're supposed to do.

Until of course horror shows up. Horror is a sand wraith which has several physical similarities to furies. This makes Dust think horror is his brother at first glance. It essentially gives Dust a shock to his system. Knocking him out of his repetition. He looked so hungry… he could spare a few fish.

Horror(sand wraith)

Horror was a generally not very aggressive dragon. He lived with his pack and for the most part was fine even if a little scarce of food sometimes. Then there was a shortage for some unknown reason. As his pack became more and more hungry they started getting desperate. And falling for traps set by hunters. You see the hunters had essentially fished out the pack to make them more likely to fall for traps. What they didn’t expect is for Horror to actively start hunting THEM.

Hunger had essentially pushed him over the brink.

After witnessing his ferocity the hunters decided he would make a lot of money in the fighting industry because of his larger than average size. It was soon discovered he would only become overly aggressive when hungry. So he would be given very little food to make the fights more interesting and keep horror aggressive. It honestly completely broke him. He was feral for several years

That was until he was shipped to Dust’s fighting ring. Dust gave him some of his fish which helped horror regain some sanity back. Both of them had reputations so all the other dragons were understandably too scared to talk to them.

They were eventually paired to fight each other since they were both “champions” when they refused to, a skrill was thrown in in a panic to try and make things interesting to the crowd. I suppose it works. The two end up fighting the skrill. At one point the Skrill is about to blast Horror in his face which would have killed him, but Dust jumps in front and blocks it with his wing.

Dust’s wing is essentially destroyed. He can’t fly. The hunters remove both of his wings because they are now useless. The leader of the ring preserves them for decoration. Dust is understandably emotionally destroyed by this. He had always held onto the hope he would be able to escape one day and fly freely again. Horror now feels indebted to Dust and goes full big brother mode on him. Albeit somewhat still mentally unstable big brother. When Nightmare and Killer raid the fighting ring Horror flies away with Dust who is just at a really low point mentally. Horror returns to his old pack to find them just… gone. No trace of them or if they had gone somewhere.

Nightmare and Killer who had been following them offered to let the two join their pack. They do. It became clear that horror can’t just carry Dust everywhere. So Horror thinks they could maybe try… to hijack a hunter ship and use it as a mobile nest. It takes several attempts but they end up getting a massive boat and learning how to properly use it. Dust spends a lot of time modifying the ship to occupy himself and ignore his problems.

It takes a lot of time but with the help of Nightmare who was slowly becoming more and more of a parental figure to them for Dust and Horror to really get better mentally.

Horror and Dust are really a duo unit. Horror is physically more powerful than Dust and acts as his wings. Dust on the other hand has ALOT more firepower. Dust's blasts are more powerful than normal despite his smaller than average size.

Killer (lightfury/deadly nadder)

has been trained as a dragon hunter since hatching. Part of a group of hunters that used other dragons as hunting tools. It was all Killer knew. Despite his eye problem caused by the weird black liquid that always seemed to leak from his eyes he was a valuable tool to the hunters because of his speed and agility.

Killer was often used to hunt other furies (night furies, light furies, and Night lights) his final hunt was actually hunting nightmare. After it failed Killer resolved himself to be killed with the hunters but he wasn’t. Nightmare spared him and since killer needed a purpose, as he had never known freedom before, he was offered to join nightmare effectively making them a small pack. Killer is still rather young and so Nightmare essentially became his father figure and mentor.

Killer also has to wash his eyes and face at least every day to prevent infection because of the black stuff coming from his eyes.This is caused because Killer can’t breath fire (a side effect of his nature as a hybrid messing with body functions if that makes sense.)

A target shape is branded on his chest, all dragons that were also hunters had it to distinguish them. Unfortunately this leads to many misunderstandings.Killer is nearly always attacked on sight or ran from because hunter dragons are greatly feared among the wild dragons.

He is seen as the annoying younger brother of the gang for a long time before they find Cross.

Cross(Nightlight/yetiwing)

made to be a formidable fighter by this au’s X gaster which is a hunter of sorts? He is trying to make the most powerful ideal dragon riding society. His attempts at perfection eventually drove him to madness.

Cross was an attempt to make an ideal dragon. Powerful and fast with a resistance to a variety of climates. He was a guard for a long time. Fiercely devoted. That was until he found out what happened behind closed doors.

Anything that didn’t meet standards was destroyed and replaced including People and Dragons. Cross tried to stop X gaster on his own but it ended in disaster. No one believed him. He was chased out and he eventually escaped and hid only to be found by the gang, exhausted, hungry, dehydrated, and in need of a bath on top of his mental breakdown.

Nightmare has gone dad mode and adopts him on sight.

Cross is unofficial younger brother though he insists he is a guard for Nightmare now not a part of any familial unit. (lies) the whole gang finds this hilarious.

Nightmare(Nightfury/stormcutter)

The others remind him of himself. Lost and broken by the world. He is determined to make sure they don’t make the same mistakes he did.

Also he likes books. and is very lorge

The gang lives together now on their floating nest ship. Nightmare is essentially a dragon pirate king now with 4 unofficial sons. They travel and raid any hunter ships or just regular ships they find. There are urban legends about them now or whatever. Both with dragons and hunters alike. Wild dragons fear them as well as the few dragons that live with humans fear them. The hunters Fear them as the phantom ship. The gang are constantly on the move to avoid discovery.

I will answer any questions about this Au. in fact i encourage it if you feel like it. don't feel pressured to though ^-^

#herrings rambles #undertale au #nightmare sans #horror sans #murder time trio #dust sans #killer sans #cross sans #dadmare #httyd #httyd utau crossover au #utmv #utau #drawing of the boi's are currently in the works #yet another dadmare au lol #tw injury #tw trauma

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imagine the Voices and Princesses playing among us. Paranoid would try to play but he'd get too freaked out while Big Brain-ing things and the others would have to be like, "I promise it's not that serious. maybe you should sit this one out"

the Beast as an imposter. the Beast as an imposter. none of them would know what hit them. she also likes to follow people around to make them nervous even if she's not imposter.

Contrarian is so down to third imposter it's insane. (if you don't know what third imposter-ing is, it's when a regular crewmate decides to go along with the imposters and defend them for shits and giggles.) also quick to throw whoever's making an accusation under the bus.

Hero, of course, is a truth seeker, and if he gets imposter he's so anxious it's hilarious.

Cold is also super down for third impostering, or, offering the imposter the chance to kill him.

Hunted always wants to use the buddy system. sus of everyone at every point. slinks around the map by himself, nervous in large groups. is the one to say "nonono!" when someone enters the room while he's in the middle of a task.

Smitten is always dedicated to Damsel, whether she's imposter or not, whether she wants to kill him or not. ...god, Damsel would be bad at imposter-ing. Smitten admires when the others say that they've been together all round, so they can attest to each other's innocence. could they both be imposter? who cares! the romance of it all! it's just the two of them against the world!

Princess trusts no bitch. only rarely offers to buddy up with someone. cold blooded when it comes to voting off someone that she thinks is imposter. mischievous when she's imposter, always speaking to someone or having a friendly conversation with them before killing them. careful when deciding to let someone live while they're alone with her, for a future voucher of her innocence.

sdfgjlk I don't know if Broken could do it. he'd offer himself to be voted out as imposter if things got heated. just accepts his fate every time he finds himself alone with someone else. he gets imposter? I think he'd just give up and couldn't bring himself to kill anyone. if he did, he'd beat himself up over it.

Adversary is so bright and snarky with anyone who says she's sus. likes to taunt and insult the others whether she's imposter or not.

Specter dies first sdfgjlk. jk, mostly. also sus of everyone, but more deadpan snarky about it. also surprisingly down to third imposter. she just wants to watch the world burn.

Tower is the Leader. she always declares in meetings who she thinks is sus and who she thinks is innocent. people tend to go along with her ideas. goes up to 1-2 people alone in a room and asks them what they're doing. a ruthless imposter.

again, Damsel. I just think she'd be a disaster as imposter. either that, or she's a quiet one; the last person you'd suspect before she kills you in cold blood. tends to partner up with Smitten, sometimes with a third person as well, and go along with whoever they're voting for or whoever they sus out.

Wraith is sharp-tongued, throwing anyone who she perceives to have been rude or betrayed her in a past round under the bus. has a soft spot for Damsel. waits for the middle/end of a full conversation with someone before fucking slaughtering them.

#i had fun with this #slay the princess #long post

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Overwatch Smut Headcanons

Alright, I'm tired of seeing shit Overwatch smut headcanons so this is MY take on it. (These are random characters I know are liked by the fandom a lot, but let me know if you'd like to see anyone else.)

Jamison Fawkes/Junkrat:

-I don't think he has any nicknames for his partner in bed really, I'd think he just repeatedly calls you "babe" or "sheila" (an Australian term for girl).

-He is though pretty vocal, a lot of whining, moaning, throaty groaning, but not whimpers.

-He looses control easily when excited, so very often, his pace is frantic and very eager all the time, he gets carried away a lot.

-People don't seem to acknowledge that he is 6'5, so there would be a decent size difference between you and the junker.

-He probably talks a lot, constantly muttering something to himself or blabbering about how good you feel.

-He's very touchy, a visual learner dare I say actually.

Cole Cassidy/Cassidy:

-He's most likely going for your real name in bed if I am honest, though knowing southern people, maybe he will resort to nicknames such as "love" or "darlin" like the southern ass he is.

-He gropes a lot, regardless of the size where he gropes.

-Most likely has some sort of experience, so he would know what the hell he is doing while he's doing it.

-I'd like to think he is more of a giver, but only if you tell him or let him know how good he makes you feel.

-He is polite as we all know, so I believe he treats women with respect, even in bed.

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper:

-No offense to the guy, but he doesn't know much about sex at all, he is a 60 year old wraith who was tortured.

-Nonetheless, I think he takes more than gives, he likes getting head while he himself moves your head.

-As for a nickname, I'd say he calls you by your actual name, he doesn't strike me as somebody who's overly into nicknames/pet names whatsoever.

-He's definitely not the one to judge based on how you look in bed, again, he's 60 yo.

-Very basic with sex positions, I feel like he goes for more doggy or just a regular over the top classic.

Hanzo Shimada/Hanzo:

-He's a traditional Japanese man, so I have a feeling he's also quite basic in bed.

-He is however also a good giver, he likes to make sure his woman feels good.

-For sure a body worshipper.

-I think he's more on the vocal side, but not insanely loud like my boy Jamison.

-Definitely more for sex than for quickies like head or fingering and shit, come on now, he is a formal man, not a teenager.

Genji Shimada/Genji:

-A bit less traditional than Hanzo, he has some of his own kinks to add to it.

-Likes to mark, a lot, leaving hickeys mainly on spots that couldn't be spotted like under the breast (size doesn't matter you're all gorgeous), inner thighs, tramp, and back of the neck.

-Very good at dirty talking, but not in like a "who's my slut" kind of way, more in a "oh what a good fucking girl" kind of way.

-Very good at prep, he doesn't rush. Samurai, after all.

I ran out of ideas who can be next, let me know any other character you wanna see. Male or Female or Neither.

#overwatch #headcanon #headcannons #smut #overwatch2 #jamison fawkes #cole cassidy #gabriel reyes #hanzo shimada #genji shimada

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bear-boi-5 · 6 months

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Glow wraith yonny facts 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

+leon

Alrighty, lemme conger up some

-Yonny can only be defeated when you use Purple Pikmin, like a normal Water Wraith

-But, he doesn't run when you break his mace, in fact, it enrages him

-If you take too long to defeat him once you break the mace, he'll move onto a much harder 3rd stage where he has 2 smaller but longer ranged maces

-He doesn't remember who Leon is

-Yonny often drips green glowing goo so the closer you get to him, the more goo there'd be

-The goo can be quite acidic if left on your skin for too long, it will feel like hand sanitizer on a papercut at first but will start to burn

-He's the most insane one, he's not the most aggressive of them, that goes to Dingo

#au #pikmin 4 #yonny pikmin #Glow-Wraith Yonny #Other AU

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98. “I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.” Kanej

(1 2 or make up your own) (ask) Warning: This very quickly got out of my control and now it's this. It gets a little pg-13 near the end and involves jealous, possessive behavior from Kaz. Also I started writing something else for this about Kaz & Inej breaking up and her being the jealous one but that's going into drafts for now and you get this and you like it.

Inej has so many skills that Kaz appreciates - she's brilliant, she's stealthy, and she's dangerous. But just like men look at him and see the limp and write him off, too many people look at Inej and see her beauty and assume that she's just a pretty face.

It's not Kaz's favorite thing about humanity. It's actually one of the things that makes him want to slaughter whole legions. How dare anyone underestimate his Wraith? How dare they treat her like a commodity?

But there are some nights, some jobs, where the shortsightedness of weak men works in his favor. Jobs where her looks are an asset he needs to exploit. Which is how Kaz Brekker finds himself walking into a charity ball in a top hat and tails, with his beautiful thief of secrets on his arm.

The irony of it is that they're invited guests. Since the auction, since Kaz chased his only significant competition out of town and took over the Barrel, he's been courted by various merchers and their ilk. Some want his favor, some want his friendship. All of them want something.

Kaz makes a great game of what events and activities he goes to. Councilman Radmakker's niece's 3rd birthday? Absolutely. Wylan's croquet and canape soiree for the midsummer? Not a chance. He remains a blight and a question to these high-minded assholes, which is how he likes it.

The event tonight is some kind of silent auction on top of an excuse for people to show of how much they spent on clothing. He doesn't care what the cause is, probably something along the lines of securing jobs for indigent toddlers so they can grow warm in Ghezen's chokehold. It doesn't matter.

What matters is that the ball and auction is at the Museum of Commerce. And the Museum of Commerce has an extensive gem collection that Kaz has every intention of making his extensive gem collection.

If anyone paid actual attention, they would have figured out that there was a pattern to Kaz's sporadic attendance at events. He went to the ones with the best targets. There was nothing he wanted from the Van Eck mansion that he couldn't get by walking in and asking Jesper to hand it to him. There was everything to be gained from Radmakker holding a child's party at the forsaken exchange where Kaz could slip into the records room and learn a few things about who had been buying indentures. But these society shitheads were altogether far too myopic to notice something like the Barrel boss they all prayed wouldn't come to an event disappearing for a few minutes. They were too secure to worry about the thief in their midst, and too arrogant to think he would abuse their hospitality. He would, and he does.

It had been chance that brought Inej to port for this job - if she hadn't made it Kaz would have had to come alone, which is always annoying. If he shows up without an escort, it's open season for every empty-headed Council offspring to try and use their genitals to secure an alliance with the Bastard of the Barrel. It's an onslaught for any eligible, wealthy bachelor. Some nights he and Wylan flip a coin for which one of them gets Jesper on their arm to act as a buffer.

But tonight Inej is with him and Kaz isn't going to complain about the way the blue-green silks she's wearing frame her body, how the long column of her skirt wraps around her slim waist.

She does look beautiful. But more than that, she looks gorgeously, perfectly Suli, and it is going to drive everyone in the room insane. These sheltered money men want nothing more than something new to look at, to touch, to own. A woman like Inej is going to steal every heart in the room with these weak-minded twits.

The plan tonight is to split up. For Inej to distract as best she can with flirting and banter. For her to commandeer the spotlight and let Kaz slip into the shadows where he belongs.

But like every plan Kaz starts out with, it almost immediately goes pear-shaped.

Because when Inej walks across the room, her hips swaying like the ocean lapping at the shore, Kaz feels a stab of anger.

Not at her. Never at her. No, the rage that roils Kaz's stomach is brought on by the eyes in the room that all snap to her. Which is what he wanted. He can see a few rich assholes who are practically salivating. He wonders how many of them would have paid money to abuse her when she was a slave. He wonders how many of them he could kill before the first one hit the ground.

Inej makes it to the bar, where she doesn't have to wait more than a minute before she accepts a drink from a smarmy man in a puce waistcoat. She giggles at him, her fingertips ghosting over his sleeve. Kaz hopes she's picking his pocket, but he also wants to die at the idea that she's giving her laughter to anyone but him. He's greedy for her happiness, he always had been. That she would keep it from him--

He has a job to do. He has things that aren't his yet. He has to get moving before the window closes.

Kaz stays, and he watches.

He watches as she accepts more drinks, but somehow no one notices her refusal to drink them, putting them down and never looking at them again.

He watches as a small army of men and women surround her and she holds court, her sweet voice and lilting accent carrying across the room with no words attached by the time they sink into his mind.

He watches as the band strikes up, and a tall, blond man who looks like he should be advertising underwear asks Inej to dance, and she allows him to lead her onto the floor.

The feeling - and it's not anger, not rage, it's something else and he can't name it - bubbles, hot and fast, in every inch of his being. He thinks he could set something on fire just by touching it.

And then, on her third turn around the room, her third partner, Inej locks eyes with him.

He knows her thoughts as soon as her gaze meets his. The plan doesn't have him standing here at this point, so something must be wrong. She needs to hit a contingency, but which one? And why isn't he communicating anything to her, giving any sign.

He shakes his head once, just enough for her to see it. And when the song ends, when she and her partner return to a state where they aren't touching, Inej gives a sweet curtsy and says something to the sweet-faced woman she'd been dancing with.

Kaz doesn't listen to the excuse. He just leaves.

He's a few blocks down the street when he feels her behind him, a light tread and a change in the air.

"Kaz?" Inej breathes. His shoulders go up defensively as he feels the air change again, suddenly afraid she'll touch his back, but she doesn't. She just appears in front of him, blocking his path.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her voice sounding thin. Scared.

Kaz shakes his head again, but he swallows his pride - because that's the price of being with someone like Inej. Sometimes to keep something wonderful, you have to give up a part of you that doesn't matter. Tonight that's the pride that makes him not want to tell her everything about how awful it was to see her walking in the sun where she belongs.

He ducks into the alley to their left, pulling her with him by her elbow.

When they're out of the public street, obscured by shadows, Kaz takes a moment to close his eyes, His teeth drawing blood from his lower lip.

"The mission was a no-go," he says. "No jewels. The guards-- they were--"

He doesn't have a lie to tell her. Kaz cannot remember the last time he needed a lie and couldn't conjure one.

"What is going on with you?" she asks, and her voice is still holding an edge of fright, but now there's an undercurrent of annoyance, of anger. She's owed an answer, but Kaz doesn't know what to tell her.

"I--" he can't. He doesn't know how to say it. He doesn't know what the feeling was, or why he had it. He just knows he did. "I can't take you on jobs like this anymore," he says, and he straightens up, beginning to move toward the mouth of the alley, to get home and forget about this stupid night. Her hand catches his before he can move more than a step.

"You were jealous," she says, softly.

The word rings out in the quiet night. Jealous.

Kaz has always been jealous- of his brother for getting to do things when Kaz was too young to come too. Of the rich mercher boys and girls in their warm beds. Of the dead. Of the rich. He's always had hunger.

He's just never felt it for a person, before. Never felt something akin to possessive over another human. It's weird. It's a little gross. He doesn't like it, and decides not to engage.

"Seeing you with other people was--" he sighs and rubs at his eyes with his free hand. "Not my favorite."

Inej drops his hand, but he doesn't move. She takes a step towards him.

"You didn't like it?" she asks, and her voice isn't scared anymore. It's dark, and it makes Kaz shiver. "Seeing me with other people? Taking drinks from them and letting them touch me?"

Kaz doesn't growl. He doesn't. But he wants to. "Fuck all of them," he says, moving forward to close the distance between them. He doesn't grab her - he will never grab her - but they're close enough that he can feel the heat of her. "I don't like to share."

Inej's smile is almost predatory as she reaches forward. She hesitates before her hand touches his cheek, and he nods slightly to let her know it's okay.

Her hand on his face is electric. It's euphoric. Their skin touching is a drug and it compels him to speak the truth.

"I can’t watch you with someone else," Kaz says. "It tears me apart. I can't think about you with anyone but me. I'm jealous and greedy and needy and poor. I would beg in rags for the scraps of you."

Her face contorts for a moment, like she's trying to understand what he's saying. He doesn't want to say more. There are three little words, always at the back of his mind, but he can't give them to her. Not in a dark alley after a failed heist.

"Saints," Inej breathes, and she drops her hand from his face to lace their fingers together. "So take me home," she says. "And show me how to put you back together, you covetous thing."

He does.

And if the morning sun rises on them, curled together in the attic of the slat, his arm thrown over her shoulders and his nose buried in her satin hair, well. No one else needs to know about that.

#meme #talkback #anonymous #six of crows #my fic #kanej #several birds book #there's one more prompt for tomorrow #so if anyone wants to see anything #hit me up

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wr-n · 11 months

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I want Nightmare to have dreams.

Not normal dreams of nonsensical story or memories resurfacing.

I want him to live a second life in his dreams where the shadows are filled with mechanical clicking, beasts lurk in every room, monsters disguised as loved ones.

And Nightmare has to survive them every time he goes to sleep.

Maybe Nightmare starts losing his handle over his powers and accidentally drags Cross and Horror into himself - into his dreams.

And now they have to survive and look for Nightmare to get out.

#i have no idea #this idea crept up on me and filled me with daydreams #i want them to go through horror movie like events #maybe find Passive someone deep in the labyrinth of the dream #maybe the big bad is a twisted version of Dream or the Villagers #the monsters lurking could be like seven deadly sins #things that represent what he went through #insecurities and guilt personified #wraith notes #wraith goes insane #nightmare #cross #horror #dream

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Yandere DBD Doctor headcanons?

I do find The Doctor one of my favorites. He is also one of the first killers in DBD who is willingly just... evil.

Yandere! Herman Carter (The Doctor) Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Torture, Shock therapy, Electricity used for malicious purposes, Vague relationship, Sadomasochism, Sadism, Implied death/murder, Possessive behavior implied, Slight jealousy.

Herman Carter, also known as The Doctor by survivors, is a ruthless sadist parading the role of doctor.

He is a dangerous man who killed many even before he entered the realm of the Entity.

Shock therapy is his main method of torture and he is nowhere close to sane.

Unlike the killers who preceded him (Trapper, Hillbilly, Wraith) his path of evil was not forced upon him.

The Doctor chose this path.

This means that he's going to cause his darling pain.

The Doctor, or Herman as he will now be called, does not have much of a soft spot for you, but you are better off than others.

He sees his darling as a patient or lab rat.

What makes him want to take on a darling is someone who impresses him.

If you can show you're equipped for survival and keep him entertained, that's how he deems you his darling.

The closer to canon yandere would be that Herman would subject you to cruel experiments as his darling.

His form of "care" is to harvest your screams.

That would primarily be how he interacts with his darling.

If we want a less canon approach, Herman may show slight attempts of affection.

You have no idea if he's faking or if he's genuine when his burned hands lightly touch you and your newly inflicted burns.

Herman is certainly not one for much affection.

It's more treated as a reward than anything.

Herman also doesn't talk much, if the apparatus on his face tells you anything.

The most you get is eager laughter, heavy breathing, and pained huffs when he's harmed by some sort of means.

It also wouldn't be too surprising if Herman was a sadomasochist with his darling.

He seems to enjoy shocking himself and loves to do the same to you.

Now... does Herman get jealous?

That's hard to tell.

Herman does hunt other survivors around you but you can't read him.

You may be able to tell if you watch his ruthless attacks towards others.

There may be something off.

Herman isn't all that merciful even though you are his darling.

There may be times he goes easier on you if he feels you deserve it.

A rat will not comply to experiments unless rewarded, of course.

Unlike other killers who have more tragic backstories, he isn't touchstarved.

He'd hold you at times but he isn't desperate for it.

It's an extremely disturbing experience.

Oh... him holding you...

You can smell burned flesh and hear electricity crackle around him.

His laughter feels neverending.

While he is mostly a sadistic beast, perhaps there was/will be a time he is more gentle.

Maybe before he had given into insanity he would've cared even more for you in his heart?

Herman may also get a little bored of the constant shock therapy towards you.

Soon he's going to know your mind inside and out if you're his darling.

When he chooses to be more gentle he may use electricity to create little buzzes along your skin.

Even during this he takes sadistic pleasure in your vulnerability.

Herman Carter loves his darling in his own twisted way.

He'd strap you down if he could to keep you with him forever.

He loves your screams... both pain and pleasure.

Herman is unable to kiss you, yet his hold feels tight and possessive.

Herman feels you, as his darling, are superior to these other imbeciles.

The obsession he feels towards you is dangerous and burning...

Like the electricity he courses through your skin.

#yandere dead by daylight #yandere dbd #yandere the doctor #yandere herman carter

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goodwhump-temp · 1 year

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Rodney McKay Whump - SG: Atlantis

1x03 Hide and Seek - First human trial (DNA manipulated), given a shot, pushed off a balcony, shot (in the leg/off-screen), "punched," verbally bullied, panicking, sacrifices himself, unconscious, sore 1x06 Childhoods End - Annoyed by children, held at arrow-point, exhausted 1x08 Underground - Captured & threatened by Bashirs best friend 1x09 Home - Stranded on earth, captured, unconscious, 1x10 The Storm - Held captive by the Genii, threatened, arm squeezed 1x11 The Eye - Hostage, thoroughly pissed 1x13 Hot Zone - In danger the whole episode, attacked by a vision ghost (schizophrenic), coping (emotional) 1x14 Sanctuary - argument with sheppard, didn't sleep, only person not in love with the fancy evil "priestess" 1x19 The Siege - Falls from a great height, "permanent back damage," offended, emotional (not about himself)

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2x01 The Siege pt. 3 - Almost killed, forced to fight the wraith 2x02 The Intruder - Attacked by coolidge leak, scared by transport beam (is weird), sickened by Sheppards flying, attacked by wraith virus controlled ship 2x03 Runner - Captured/threatened by Ford, caught in a trap upside-down 2x04 Duet - Trapped inside Wraith dart, collapses, unconscious, hospitalized, another consciousness in his body; ego destroyer, angry, sore, fighting for body control, seizure, emotional, kisses Beckett, collapses 2x05 Condemned - shot down, chipped a tooth (?), captured, threatened 2x06 Trinity - Obsessive, makes Sheppard worry/pity, emotional 2x08 Conversion - Worried about Sheppard 2x10 Lost Boys - Kidnapped, threatened 2x11 The Hive - takes dose of wraith enzyme, passes out, goes through insane withdrawal, hospitalized, unconscious 2x14 Grace Under Pressure - Serious head injury, trapped hundreds of feet under water, hallucinating sam, cold and wet 2x17 Coup D'etat - Genii trap, collapses, captured

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3x04 Sateda - Takes an arrow to the butt, immense pain, cared for 3x07 Common Ground - Scared by a mouse 3x08 McKay and Mrs. Miller - Alternate reality Rodney, emotional rollercoaster 3x09 Phantoms - Shot in the chest 3x12 Echoes - Worsening headache, nose bleed, passes out, deaf 3x14 Tao of Rodney - Hit by energy pulse (gene mutation), nervous, acting increasingly strange, insomnia, emotional, overstimulated headache, passes out, hospitalized, flatlines 3x16 The Ark - Almost sucked out into space 3x20 First Strike - Caught in explosion, visible face injury

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4x02 Lifeline - Captured 4x03 Reunion - Attacked by wraith, alone, betrayed, shot unconscious, captured 4x04 Doppleganger - Faces greatest fear, flatlines/cardiac arrest, beaten up 4x06 Tabula Rasa - Deadly disease/lose memory, shot unconscious, running/hiding from militia 4x08 The Seer - sees vision of them getting captured 4x09 Millers Crossing - he and his sister kidnapped, threatened, great bonding with Sheppard 4x10 This Mortal Coil - Captured 4x12 Spoils of War - shot unconscious, captured, almost tortured 4x13 Quarantine - Panicking, ultimate pessimist --> causes his own heartbreak (how NOT to get a girl), L rizz 4x14 Harmony - Forced to guard a child, held at gunpoint 4x16 Trio - Falls, trapped in a cavern, in danger & panicks the whole episode 4x20 The Last Man - Old, depressing backstory, technically dead

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5x01 Search and Rescue - Some face scratches, bleeding, panicks 5x02 The Seed - Panicking x100 5x03 Broken Ties - Captured 5x04 Daedalus Variations - Shot in the arm (worse than it sounds) 5x06 the shrine - Intense memory loss, serious pneumonia, coma, hospitalized, panicking/insanely emotional help infected, intense headache, surgery 5x08 The Queen - Captured 5x09 Tracker - Bonding with Ronon, chased and punched by a wraith, manhandled, sore, shot at 5x10 First Contact - Captured, sore 5x12 Outsiders - Captured 5x13 Inquisition - Knocked unconscious 5x16 Brain Storm - Freezing

#stargate atlantis #sga #stargatea #rodney mckay #whump #whumplist #whump list #emotional whump #david hewlett #rodney mckay whump #david hewlett whump #stargate whump #stargate atlantis whump #sga whump

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