#you cannot stop us from spilling the truth

[aniketsanimationblog]

The SUMMARY Of This Whole Current Debacles Of Animation Industry

Netflix Canceled Majority of their Original Animated Kids Content after the Realignment of their Animation Department and their Stocks Plummeted at NASDAQ e.g. City Of Ghosts!!

HBO Max (Now called Max, By Warner Bros. Discovery) Canceled and erased majority of Cartoon Network Content and their Kids Animated Original Content, e.g. Over The Garden Wall, Infinity Train, Final Space etc. To Cut Costs!!

The Walt Disney Company is just replacing Human Jobs with AI, for Art Creating and Script Writing Purposes, however there's no Animated Content in this year's massive Purged Content list of Disney+ had been announced, but who knows what will happen next!!

Nickelodeon and Paramount Pictures are going to rely on Popular IP based Movies (SpongeBob, PAW Patrol, Avatar, Transformers) to be released in Theatres over the Original Ideas based Movies!!

Speaking of Nickelodeon and Paramount, their Streaming Service, Paramount+ removed several Animated Content from their Platform, after the Cancelation and Removal of Star Trek: Prodigy, e.g. Pig Goat Banana Cricket, Becca's Bunch, Digby Dragon, Monsters vs. Aliens and Most Notably, My Favourite Nick Jr. Show after Oswald ended, Peter Rabbit!! Also, Star Trek: Prodigy has been removed everywhere on Nickelodeon, including, Nickelodeon's Website, nick.com!!

As of August 2023, Cartoon Network Studios at Burbank, California, got officially Shut Down, as the Studio Operations merged with Warner Bros. Television Animation, just like Hanna-Barbera Studios!!

And Finally, when WGA and SAG-AFTRA Strikes are ongoing, The Unemployment Rate in The Animation Industry has gone at an Insane High!!

The Animation Fandom have gone way more Toxic than ever before!!

Disney Channel, Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network are not interested to Greenlit any project for the better or worse!!

Ain't this Depressing, as an Ardent Animation Fan?? When Last Year, The Owl House got canceled, the fans protested on Twitter/X by using #SaveTheOwlHouse, and when this year, Star Trek: Prodigy got canceled and removed from existence, we are protesting by using #SaveStarTrekProdigy, I will ask you this question!!

"Will you Accept these Debacles in Animation World as The Future of Animation??"

Because, right now, it is true fact, that the Animation Fandom is not quiet ready to see the destruction of Animation in their bare eyes!!

But what shall we do?? The Fandom of This Miraculous Ladybug/PAW Patrol Duopoly and the Bootlickers of Egoistic Showrunners like Thomas Astruc, will still support the Duopoly, no matter how much we make them the noises that respect and give other shows a chance, don't sleep on them!! We will listen, we will see, we won't take any action, and we still be in Silence after all the Debacles, and the Freedom of Speech will be taken away from us!!

And in Next Year, when The Animation Guild (TAG) goes on Strike, we see more and more animated series gets the Cancelation and Purge from Streaming Services, like suppose at this rate of condition, if Next Year, Disney Channel's Series, Marvel's Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur, cancels at Disney TVA, and the fans will again protest on Social media by Using #SaveMGADD, I will come back and ask the Question again!! And this cycle will go on and on and on!! Unless, we have to take action against the unfairness, this Corporate Studios and Money-hungry Showrunners have created!!

So, let me ask you this question one last time, Animation Fans all over the world!!

"Will You Accept these Debacles of this Animation World as The Future of Animation??"

We have to Take Action Right Now, Before it's too Late!!

But,

Is this one Tumblr Post enough, to Reach Out to Others, and Talk about this Issue???

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[actual-changeling]

"It would have been you."

It's raining.

Of course, it's raining.

A soft, constant drizzle leaving his hair a damp, curly mess that falls into his face and clings to his skin. Even though the cold is slowly seeping into his clothes, Crowley stops and turns around. Condensation is collecting on the inside of his shades where his breath drifts up, warm and too fast, and even if it hadn't been late at night, if the street hadn't been empty, he would have still taken them off.

Aziraphale is licking rain drops from his lips and blinking with dark, heavy lashes.

"What?"

His voice is rough, almost drowned out by the noise of rain hitting the pavement, collecting in small puddles around his feet.

"If it had been a choice, a real one, it would have been you."

The world did not end, questions were answered, apologies spoken, but their last conversation before everything went to shit is still a sharp splinter lodged in his chest, cutting him open more and more with every heartbeat. All of the fears he had left unsaid, the viscous doubt pooling in his lungs and weighing down his breaths—the truth might tip the scales and finally destroy him, and yet he cannot bring himself to stop Aziraphale from talking.

"It has always been you, Crowley. You must know that."

"I don't."

Bitterness laces his voice despite his best intentions, a drop of oil tainting an entire river, six thousand years of history, and it hurts because it's the truth, because they both wish it wasn't.

He doesn't know, couldn't know, because Aziraphale always needed him to stop them, to step back when they got too close. Every single time he had tried to push, gone too bloody fast, the angel had recoiled, scared for him, scared for the both of them. Crowley knows, and at the same time, he doesn't, because he still has hope and there is nothing more dangerous than allowing it to bloom; it's small, withered, brittle, on the verge of death and has been for centuries.

(It's still there, though. It keeps fighting, keeps trying. Keeps hoping.)

They're drenched to the bone, wet and pathetic, and there is nothing romantic about any of it when Aziraphale retraces his steps and closes the distance between them; there is, however, love.

There has always been love, whether they could admit it or not.

"I'm sorry. For- for everything, for making you think that I don't care about you."

"Angel, don't lie-"

"I'm not lying."

Crowley stares, frozen to the spot when Aziraphale presses cold, wet palms to his cheeks, his breath a ghost of warmth on his skin. This is too much, too close to 'our side', and if he didn't know better (does he know better? does he really?) he would think that he is about to—

"I'm not lying," he whispers, broken, truthful, "I love you. I won't leave you."

The rain stings in his eyes, masking the tears—hot and wistful—meeting Aziraphale's skin where it is touching his.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, angel."

His voice cracks and so does his heart, and he can feel the walls they have built together crumbling to dust under their feet. It's not real, it can't be real, and yet the truth is shimmering in storm-blue eyes he has been carrying with him since the moment he first put stars into the sky.

"It's you, always has been, always will be. If you let me."

Crowley kisses him as he falls apart, barely healed fractures reopening as his essence spills over and out, drowning him in please, please be real, please let us have this, please, God.

Just this once.

Aziraphale holds his face so incredibly gently, as if it's something worth keeping, something to protect, something he is afraid to lose. When the ground doesn't open up and swallow them whole, when the sky doesn't reach for them with greedy hands, he allows himself to seize Aziraphale's face in turn, cupping his jaw and kissing the rain drops off his lips, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, tasting his tears when they begin to fall.

"It's always been you. God, of course I will let you."

Sapphire blue eyes blink up at him, a smile pressed against his lips, a smile he can feel, a smile that is for him, them.

"Perhaps you could let me somewhere less, ah, sopping wet?"

"I was right, though. It's the rain that did it."

Aziraphale laughs, bright and happy, and infectious enough to make Crowley laugh too, and grabs his hand to pull him back towards the bookshop - back home.

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[nowgiveusakiss]

18+ nsfw under the cut. minors dni

you cannot and will not ever convince me that eddie doesn’t get off on mocking you. in and out of the bedroom. he LOVES it.

outside the bedroom, he’s mocking your huffs and groans of frustration. he tells you he has to work later than usual so he won’t make it to dinner tonight so you give him a pout and a ‘hmph’. eddie crosses his arms and stomps his foot dramatically, rolling his eyes and tossing his head back. a high pitched ‘hmph’ leaving his lips. you’re immediately protesting his actions but he just gives you a smile accompanied by a kiss to your forehead. all your little noises are immediately followed by a higher pitched version from eddie.

but his favorite is when you guys are with your little group of friends. steve is arguing with him about the best ice cream flavor. steve thinks his brief employment at scoops ahoy makes him qualified to assert the best flavor. eddie is insisting mint chocolate chip is the superior flavor while steve is baffled by eddie’s audacity to even suggest such a monstrosity. you’re interrupted from your conversation with robin by an angry shout of your name from steve.

“what’s the best flavor of ice cream? your boyfriend is a crazy person.” you laugh but take a moment to ponder the question. there are so many different flavors of ice cream, how could you choose just one? there’s classics like chocolate, vanilla, strawb-

“steve, c’mon man! you can’t ask her that in public. you know her favorite flavor of cream isn’t the frozen treat kind. right, babe?” eddie has the biggest shit eating grin on his face. everyone seems to think over the words he’s just said until it clicks. you’re mortified. face hot, eyes wide, jaw dropped.

“gross, dude!” robin is fake vomiting while steve shakes his head in disappointment but he’s not surprised. he is no stranger to comments like this from your boyfriend.

“eddie! oh my god!” you hide your face in your hands, wishing you could just disappear from the stares of your friends. it’s eddie’s high pitched, faux girly voice that causes you to lift your head.

“eddie! oh my god! it’s okay, baby. no need to be ashamed of the truth.” he’s trying to grab your hand but you’re not having any of it. you’re more embarrassed than mad at him but you’re still swatting his hand away. almost like you’re trying to punish him. you hear him breathe out a laugh before he cups your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look up at him.

“what’s wrong, baby? did i embarrass you in front of our friends? i’m so sorry. my poor baby. my poor girl.” you know he’s mocking you. and you know he’s enjoying it. he immediately notices the shift in your behavior as you start to melt for him. he can feel his cock twitch in his jeans at the sight of your puppy dog eyes. he knows he embarrassed you and he knew the comment would tick you off a little. but he just can’t help himself when you look so pretty like this. he promises you he won’t do it again but you both know that’s a total lie.

in the bedroom, he’s a whole other monster. when he’s feeling particularly dominant, he likes to have you completely bare. spread out and on full display, just for him. he stays fully clothed as he stands above you. it makes him feel powerful. you can feel him staring down at you and you want nothing more than to shy away from him. he’s not happy about that.

“why are you acting all shy now, pretty girl? weren’t you just begging me to use your throat like a fleshlight?” your body feels like it’s on fire. you try to close your legs but eddie is quick to pry them right back open. you can feel the cool air on your cunt. wetness sticking to your thighs. you can hear eddie’s contented sigh as he dips his fingers into your dripping hole and drags your slick up to your swollen bud. he hears your sharp inhale and can’t stop the cheshire grin from spreading across his face. he loves the sound of his name coming from you. the shape of your lips as it spills from your mouth. he’s in total awe of you. he wraps his hands around the back of your thighs to slide you down to the edge of the bed. he gets down on his knees, ready to worship the only god he believes in. you.

he’s now face to face with your cunt and he wants nothing more than to bury himself in it. suffocate himself in the nectar of the gods. but he wants to play with you. drag this ceremony of worship out for as long as you’ll allow. he dips his tongue at the very end of your slit and drags it all the way up, past your clit and over your mound to just under your belly button. he feels you buck your hips up to meet his touch. he coaxes you back down with a gentle but firm squeeze to your hips. his gaze finally meets yours and you feel your heart squeeze. his big round brown eyes looking up at you. seeing him on his knees like this feels like a religious experience. how is it possible to look so sinful yet so holy at the same time?

from where eddie is kneeling, he can see the rise and fall of your chest. every bump and curve you have to offer him. he wants to lick up every single valley and hill of your body. in this moment, he wants to be gentle with you. explore you. map your body and memorize it. but when he sees the way you’re looking at him, he’s not sure he’ll even make it long enough to do so. convinced he’ll die right there, between your legs. because you’re looking at him like he hung the moon and stars in the night sky. like he’s the sun and you’re lucky to be in his orbit. he realizes he’s been holding his breath as he exhales all the air from his lungs. only to suck it all back in as if you’ve breathed the life back into him. he finally returns his attention to his hands and how they look spreading the lips between your legs. eddie feels like he’s having an out of body experience as he takes in just how pretty your pussy is for him. he’s mesmerized by the way you’re sucking him in when he pushes his finger into your hole. a sharp gasp and a gentle moan from you hurtles him back to his body as he focuses now on drawing more of those sounds from you. he adds another finger and curls them up, in just the way he knows you love. it takes him no effort to find that spongy spot inside that makes you forget yourself.

“eddie, yes. right there..” you’re gasping for breath. a mess of moans and slurred words. drunk off of the feeling of his thick fingers buried deep inside your cunt. chunky rings grazing your entrance.

“right there?” eddie repeats your words back to you. you’re too gone to notice. it’s after those words that he pushes his fingers just a tad bit deeper and his thumb begins making slow circles on your swollen clit. eddie is analyzing your every move. committing it to memory. studying you. he can tell your climbing to your peak by the increase in your breathing and the way your thighs start to twitch.

“yeah.. oh my- fuck.” your hands are searching for something to hold onto. some way to ground yourself. you reach down to grip eddie’s forearm, leaving crescent shaped marks on his skin.

"yeah?" eddie pitches his voice up to match yours. this time you know what he's doing. you nod your head frantically in response, even though he wasn't really asking you a question. the room is filled with the squelch his fingers are making as he starts to speed up his movements. he can feel you clenching around him and he knows you're about to cum. he hears the gentle whisper of his name followed by a 'please' and his gaze flies up to your face. he takes in the way your eyebrows are furrowed. the way your mouth is parted slightly in a silent moan. the way your nose is scrunched up causing a small wrinkle to form.

"cum for me, princess. does it feel too good? is it just too much for you?" you're barely coherent but those words are enough to send you careening off the ledge. your head thrown back and cries of eddie's name and 'please' and 'feel so good'. eddie is practically humping the side of the bed to relieve some of the ache. he's painfully hard for you. especially from knowing his words were enough to make you unravel for him. he eases you down from your climax. slow strokes turning into barely there touches. he kisses the inside of your thigh before crawling over you to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. soft spoken 'i love you's' exchanged before he's finally pushing into you. not just fucking you. not just having sex with you. but making love with you.

however, he’s more prone to mocking your moans rather than your words when you’re having make up sex. the fight was over something trivial. a mug left on the counter or putting a new bag in the garbage can. stupid, really. but both of you were already running hot. stressful work days, friends begging to hang out, errands that need running. you’re the first to snap.

“can’t you just clean up after yourself for once? jesus christ.” you’re storming off to drop the plate left out on the table this morning in the sink. logically, you know it’s no big deal. eddie is usually pretty good about cleaning up his mess since you’ve moved in together. you feel bad almost immediately but now eddie is losing it too.

“what’s with the attitude? i am so sorry i accidentally left my plate out because i was running late. why was i almost late again? oh yeah, because my needy little girlfriend was begging me for five more minutes in bed.” you know you should be pissed at him calling you his needy girlfriend but your thighs are clenching together involuntarily to relieve the pressure growing between your legs. and he’s still dirty from being elbow deep in cars all day. it’s not your fault he looks so god damn sexy when he’s mad. eddie immediately catches on. damn him for being so good at reading you.. he is on you in a fraction of a second. he grips the fat of your thighs with his filthy hands, encouraging you onto the kitchen counter. he's pulling your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side as you're undoing his belt and shimmying his pants down his hips. your tongues are tangled in a sloppy wet kiss. eddie is nearly forcing his tongue down your throat. your biting his plump lips, earning a low growl from deep in his chest. he gives no warning before he's shoving himself to the hilt inside your cunt. you can feel his cock so deep inside you it feels like he's in your guts. you curse at the sudden intrusion but the shock turns to pleasure quickly as he starts pumping into you at a brutal pace.

"mmh.. eddie!" you're leaving harsh red lines on his back as you drag your nails all the way down his spine. he is grunting in your ear like a wild animal. he hopes you have a hard time walking tomorrow, wanting his harsh thrusts to feel like a punishment. he pulls his face from your neck. gripping your jaw in his hand so your cheeks are squished, you can see the fire in his brown (nearly black) eyes.

"mmh.. eddie! that's right. moan my name, slut. you can whine and complain at me all you want but at the end of the day, you're beggin' for me to fuck you like a bitch in heat. are you my little bitch?" he feels your warm walls clench around him so hard it almost knocks the air from his lungs, but he keeps his composure. he would never speak to you like this normally but he knows you're eating it up. he knows how much you love when he treats you like you're nothing but a street whore when he fucks you.

you know he's right. you are his bitch. and you wouldn't have it any other way. you can't form words so all you can give him is a nod and a moan in response. he moans back at you in the same tone. he can tell you're getting flustered. good, he thinks. he wants you to feel humiliated. when he starts to laugh at your shame, you whine at him. he's forcing you to look at him when he whines right back at you. every single noise you make, he's mimicking back to you. it makes his cock throb every time you try to shy away from him. he knows he's not going to last much longer.

keeping his grip on your face, he reaches his free hand down to play with your clit. he's not gentle about it. rubbing hard and fast at your sensitive button while still bullying your insides with his cock. your moans get higher. so his go even higher in an effort to mimic you. he knows you’re close. he can feel your walls pulse around him.

"you gonna cum all over my cock? i know you only act like this cause you miss me. but don't worry, i'm gonna make sure to fill my bitch so full of my cum. it'll be dripping out of you for days. now cum for me so i can breed you, you pretty bitch." you're tossing your head back, nearly slamming it to the kitchen wall if it weren't for eddie catching you. your brain goes fuzzy. you’re seeing stars behind your eyes. you feel white hot. you think you can hear the distant sound of you screaming out for eddie but you can't be for sure.

while you're blissed out, eddie is reaching his end. eyes locked on the creamy ring you've created around the base of his cock. wetting his happy trail. he's still rubbing harshly at your clit before he feels you gush around him. holy shit, you're fucking squirting on his cock. that sends him straight into his orgasm. a gasp of your name as he bites at the base of your neck. he's sure to leave a bruise that will no doubt last for days.

as you're on the come down, you can feel eddie filling you up. you can't help but sigh happily at the feeling. nothing feels better than having him mark you so deep inside. when he comes back around, he is immediately pulling you into a gentle kiss. he can tell you're still pretty fucked out and out of your body. he eases you back to reality with soft caresses and kisses. you start to reciprocate his touches and he knows you've come back to him.

"hi, baby. welcome back. how are you?" you nod softly and give him a small smile.

"words, my love. i need you to use your words." he presses kisses to both of your cheeks and a final one to your nose. making sure to hold eye contact with you to keep you connected to him.

"yeah, 'm okay. tired, eds." he softly chuckles as you slump into his chest. he pats your legs and you tighten them around his waist. he wastes no time in carrying you to the bathroom and running a bath. he knows he's not going to be able to keep you standing long enough for a shower, so a bath will have to do.

he settles in behind you as he slowly runs his hands all along your body, rubbing soap into the skin he can reach. the room falls peacefully silent besides the gentle sound of the water sloshing. eddie feels you stir a bit as you bend your neck to look back at him. he whispers a small 'hi' to you.

"i'm sorry, eds. i shouldn't have snapped at you like that. that was wrong of me. i know it's not an excuse but work has been so unbearable lately and i'm just really starting to feel it. you don't deserve to be my punching bag..." your eyes start to shine with unshed tears and eddie feels his heart crack a little. he knows you weren't really mad at him. he knows you were just having a moment, just as he does.

"hey, now. don't cry, baby. it's okay. you're okay. i'm not upset with you. i'm not mad at you. and i certainly am not your punching bag. please don't think i feel or have ever felt that way. you are allowed to have bad days. i have them too and i am no stranger to letting them trickle into our home. shit happens. i shouldn't have escalated things like i did and i'm sorry for that. i love you so much, princess." you lean up to give him a peck on the lips before a cheeky grin replaces the frown on your face.

"water under the bridge. i can't really be that mad considering i just got one of the greatest fucks of my life." eddie gives you a genuine laugh, one of those loud belly laughs of his.

"it was pretty fucking metal. i made you squirt. that was the hottest thing i think i've ever witnessed. you have to let me try that again."

this was kinda shit but i don’t consider myself a writer so i’m gonna give myself a pass. my first time ever writing smut so please go easy on me. i’m baby!!! also if i see any minors interacting, i’m sending my sleep paralysis demon to taunt you. and i’ll tattle on you to your parents. so fuck off.

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[celesteleoves]

“YOU CAN LAUGH?”

RYOMEN SUKUNA X reader

summary: in which, sukuna rarely shows his emotions but you caught him laughing, much to his dismay.

warnings: swearing, mentions of killing (jokes made by sukuna), fluff, A LOADDDD OF DIALOGUE!!. ooc sukuna… this was not proofread.

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“was that a laugh?” you stared at sukuna in shock, eyes wide with disbelief as the man beside you rolls his eyes.

“no, i don’t know what you are talking about.”

“you just did! ryomen, i can still see a smile on your face right now.”

he turns his head away from the tv infront of you two that blasted some hallmark movie that you two lazily put on, just to make fun of it. it was mostly you cracking jokes, sukuna calling you stupid, and you laughing at your own jokes.

until now you noticed you weren’t the only one who laughed at your jokes, you swear sukuna laughed! he can deny it all he wants but a chuckle did in fact leave his mouth.

truth be told, he never shows any happy emotions, he is always stoic or saying a remark that will leave everyone running away from him in a second.

“no. i never laugh around you, you are not that amusing.”

“don’t try and deny it ryomen, i see your eyes sparkle when you find something amusing.”

“you are incredibly delusional.”

“no- hey! you’re smiling!”

“you must be hallucinating.”

a small smile was present for a split second on sukuna’s face before he masked it with a grimace and a retort back to your comments.

“you are imagining things, y/n.”

“i saw that hint of a smirk, you can not fool me.”

“my face is incapable of such emotions, you must be tired.”

you turned in your seat to squint your eyes at him, he won’t ever admit it! if he says he laughed, it’ll hurt his pride. now, you just have to pester him and hope he laughs again.

“well, sukuna, your face needs some training because it definitely just betrayed you right now,”

“fine. i might’ve been a tad bit amused. don’t ever get used to it though.”

“too late. i’m gonna do everything in my power to make you laugh so hard you won’t be able to breathe!”

“you know what else will make it hard to breathe?”

“what?”

“me suffocating you.”

“i’d like that-”

“no.”

you grinned at him as he scowled you, man, he can be quite moody sometimes. now you’re starting to believe he can’t laugh or be nice EVER. you like a little challenge, though.

“i can make you laugh so hard you’ll snort.”

“oh yeah? snort? that’s different. go ahead, try.” he challenged you, a barely visible smirk present on his face that you ALMOST missed.

“oh, i will. just wait. don’t say i didn’t warn you when you snort!” you pause and noticed the barely visible hint of amusement on his face, “see! i can see you beginning to smile already.”

“i find you amusing but that does not mean anything.���

“oh, really sukuna? to me, it means the whole universe! you’re beautiful eyes that gleam, your smile, your perfect pearly whites, the deep chortle you let out rambunctiously; it’s the key to my heart!” you exaggerate your words, adding unnecessary points that even have you cringing at your words as you try to ignite a reaction out of him.

“trying to charm me, huh? laying it on thick aren’t you.”

“i have a way with words, you can’t resist my allure and attractiveness that spills from them.”

he stares at you in confusion and amusement, what are you even doing?

“don’t flatter yourself too much, brat. it takes a while for me to be swayed.”

“i’m aware of your stubbornness, trust me. i won’t stop though, it’s entertaining watching you struggle to hold your breathe trying not to laugh.”

“you like watching me suffocate? that’s sadistic.”

“look who’s talking now.”

“alright. you cannot get me to laugh, if you can’t tell already. give up now.”

“no! never, not until i’ve made you laugh and gained your love.”

“my love?- whatever, nice try, flirt. your charm isn’t working.”

you roll your eyes and push his shoulder teasingly, a smile already on your face as you turn away from sukuna to grab a drink.

little do you know, the man beside you is grinning secretly, letting out a quiet laugh at your previous conversation.

he also enjoyed the compliments, he won’t tell you that though.

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a/n: this got cut short :( i was going to make it longer but it was 2:14 am when i made this. anyways, i hope it was alright and this was just a tester so i could try and see how i liked writing sukunas character!

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[moronkombat]

How would the men of mk1 react if their partner ( s/o ) is about to die? like, if he/she is bleeding to death, IDK MAN I'M CURIOUS ☠️.

Screaming and exclaiming that it isn't your time to die, that it can't be your time to die

There's so much more you had to do, so many more conquests to be had. He's desperate and panicked, he looks wild and mad as he holds you in his arms, blood coating his hands

Kenshi is cold, freezing as he holds you and boiling crimson spills from your body. He tells you it will be alright and that help is on the way

He says this more to convince himself rather than convince you. You know the truth but he can't accept it. Tries to stop the bleeding with his hands, with anything he can find but it won't stop so he continues to fool himself into thinking you will pull through this even after you have breathed your last breath

Disbelief, shock. This can't be happening again. How could he have let this happen again? How could he have failed you?

He's begging you not to leave him. Syzoth pleads for you to stay with him and not to close your eyes no matter what. He can't lose you, he can't be alone again. He needs you, you can't leave

Almost can't believe it's happening. He laughs but it's not a typical one from him. It's empty, breaking apart

He tells you to get up, to stop playing games and fooling around. Havik begins demanding you move, you stand up but you don't, you can't and soon he is grabbing at his head and screaming. He can't process that he's losing you. This isn't supposed to happen

At a complete loss. He wants to believe what he is seeing an illusion, some nasty trick but this is reality

Believes he can save you. He just needs to use your blood to heal you but he can't no matter how hard he tries to wield it. It is not within his power to do so. Curses himself that he so weak, that he cannot save you from dying

Shang Tsung breaks. All that charm, all that wit is reduced to man who is desperate to save someone from death. It is an impossible task

He holds you, he calls to you. Shang Tsung cries over you as you bleed out in his arms. He mutters to himself that he will find a way to save you but it falls on deaf ears and soon he is thinking how can he bring you back

Devastated and begs for someone to come and save you. He pleads for help but there is none to come. He is helpless, he is powerless

Quan Chi vows to never be this powerless again. He promises to reclaim your soul and bring you back to him and never let you go again

Inconsolable. An absolute sobbing mess of a man. He apologizes over and over to you. He tells you that he hates how he couldn't protect you, how he failed you

Tomas cannot cope with the sight of you dying in his arms. Once so full of life now bleeding out and turning cold. He hates this, he wants to take your place but that is impossible. He has not the ability to change time

Tries to hold himself together and remain hopeful for you. He even tries to make a light joke about how it's just a scratch but the both of you know better

Soon he begins to cry and tell you that he's sorry. Raiden says he is not ready for you to go, that he wants more time with you. You two planned to see the world together but what was there left to see now except chilling death?

All that proud and tough guy facade he wears crumbles apart and now he pleading and desperate for you not to die. He swears and calls for help again and again but he knows there is no salvation coming

Kung Lao screams, holding you close as he curses the world and all of its gods. How could they have let you die? How could they have determined this to be your fate. He curses them again and again as blood continues to fall

All composure is gone. How could Bi-Han hope to remain steeled when the love of his life begins to die in his hands. He cries even when he tries not to

He holds you, looking at your expression as it pales. You're losing blood to quickly, he can't stop it. You're dying, you're going to die and he weeps and sobs. Bi-Han keeps you close even after your body has gone much colder than his own. He doesn't want to let you go. His brothers have to pull him away from your body

His sadness manifests through anger. He is raging, screaming and killing everything that is left in front of him. He will not rest until they are all dead

Shao will hold you but it's too late. You are gone and his hand falls and eyes close. He doesn't cry. Shao doesn't know how to shed tears but he is frozen and silent. No one dare approach him now

Although Geras knows death is a part of life, to see yours is destroying. He doesn't want it to happen, especially as he holds you close and watches you bleed out

He thinks for a moment about re-writing this moment but he knows he cannot. Geras must not be so selfish to twist time in order to bring back the most important person to him

Broken. Completely heartbroken. He had tried so hard to protect. Liu Kang had slaved over keeping you away from such a fate and even still death has found you

All he can do is hold you and look upon you as life quickly leaves you. He apologizes and tells you how this is his fault for not protecting you enough and for not keeping you safe

Kuai Liang is completely defeated. He feels as though he is doomed to lose all those who come into his life. All he cherishes seem to be taken from him

Silently cries but tries to smile as he holds your hand and tell you just how much he has loved you. He will always love you no matter what, nothing will ever stop that. When your body has become so cold, he still weeps and finally begins to sob

Never had he wanted to lose anyone else. His family, his way of life and now you too. Baraka feels as though he has been cursed by creation

Tries to stop the bleeding but he knows it is too late. Still, he tries and tells you to keep holding for just a bit longer. You do not have that time to spare and when your breath has left you, Baraka screams and wails

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat fanworks #mortal kombat headcanons #mk1 #mortal kombat x reader #bi han #mk1 bi han #bi han x you #bi han x reader #mk baraka #baraka x reader #mk1 kuai liang #kuai liang x you #kuai liang x reader #liu kang #liu kang mk1 #liu kang x reader #geras x reader #geras mk #mk geras #general shao #shao kahn x reader #kung lao #mk kung lao #kung lao x reader #mk raiden #raiden x reader #tomas vrbada #tomas x reader

[ngayawneluoer]

we seek revenge

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam x reader (past), neytiri x reader (platonic), tbh mostly just a spider hate fic, if you like spider you’re prolly not gonna like this lol

Time doesn't seem to heal the wound of losing you mate, and when the sky people return and you learn the truth, no one can stop you from seeking revenge. Set a year after the events of ATWOW.

word count: 1700

a/n: pov you and neytiri form a spider hate club and beat his ass (sort of)

Even a year later, every breath you took without Neteyam felt like eternal punishment. Every moment you felt the loss of your mate and every step you took without him was only a reminder that you would never feel whole again. Every day, you suffered and mourned the pair you could have been and the life you could have lived, and every night you prayed that Eywa would bring him back or take you with him. But it was never that simple.

And so, you busied yourself with the daily tasks of the Metkayina, your head held high and your face unwavering. At least you had Neytiri, who never seemed to leave your side since her son's death. You mourned, suffered, and cried together, and as time passed, you helped each other get back on your feet and brave the world. To her, you were one final living piece of her son, his other half and the one he loved most, and she couldn't help but love you in turn. She had become like a mother to you, and whilst you knew you would never be able to replace Neteyam, your shared memories of him brought you closer together. And obviously, you bore the whole Sully family in your heart, but you and Neytiri had developed a special bond through the pain you shared and the rage you held for the sky demons that had so mercilessly killed the one you loved.

Another thing you shared with Neytiri was the wariness you felt towards Spider, who Jake had wholly accepted into the family following Neteyam's death. You had grown up around him, but being nothing more than a regular Omatikaya with almost no interaction with humans, you never were the most comfortable with him. The emotion had only doubled after his 'father' brought about the war that killed your beloved. Those around you started accepting him, but you kept your distance, as did Neytiri. You couldn't find it in your hearts to forgive him.

“(Y/N)! Come swim with us!"

The voice broke your train of thought, and you looked up from the bracelet you were weaving. From where you sat next to Neytiri, your eyes found Kiri waving at you from amongst the group of Na'vi youths splashing about in the water. You noticed Spider was there too, practically clinging to her side like a pathetic dog. You tried not to roll your eyes.

"No thank you, Kiri," You answered loud enough for her to hear, trying your hardest to mask the venom in your voice, "Later."

A sad pout graced her face for a mere second, and you knew what was coming. You usually rejected her offers, and she would rarely take no for an answer, opting instead to drag you into the group and make it so that you had no choice but to participate. Sometimes she would even send Tuk to guilt trip you into joining with those adorable eyes of hers, knowing you could never say no to Tuk.

You knew Kiri meant well; she simply saw you pull away and didn't want you to feel left out. Lucky for you, this time she was distracted by Rotxo pulling her tail, and she forgot all about her usual routine of demanding you to join. Better this way. You wouldn't have enjoyed yourself anyway.

Neytiri looked up from the arrow she was crafting, a somewhat curious look on her face. She spoke quietly, deliberately to keep the conversation private from possible overhearers, "I don't see you with those your age lately," her fingers continued crafting, but her focus was still on you, awaiting an answer. Finally, when your gaze didn't shift from where it was fixed onto your hands, she continued, "I cannot be your only friend."

You sighed softly, eyes brimming with tears that you were afraid would spill if you met her gaze, "I do not... want to see him," you knew she knew who you meant from the way you spat out the word as if it was poison on your tongue, "it hurts too much."

You finally bit the bullet and looked up at her, only to find her gaze looking off into the distance, following the human boy you were referring to. Her features twisted into anger as if in the process of a hiss, "He shouldn't be here. He should be with his kind."

"I agree," you started, but didn't know what else to say. There was nothing you could do.

Neytiri hesitated for a second but eventually uttered the words you had a feeling swirled through her mind every day, "I... cannot help but blame him. He is not just a child. He is a demon's child. He will bring nothing but trouble... But I cannot bring it up with anyone but you."

You could tell from how she spoke that she had had this conversation before. You wondered if this was a frequent argument she had with Jake, who was so adamant about accepting Spider into their family.

"I don't understand how they can so easily accept him. I know he is not responsible for his father's actions, but…." you trailed off at a loss for words. But what? You weren't sure where you were going with this. And with Spider so close by, you were hesitant to confess the hatred you held for him simply due to his heritage out loud.

Neytiri understood though. She always did.

She dropped the arrow she was crafting from her hand and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into her side to comfort you, "You are not alone. I see you."

You leaned into her motherly touch, revelling in the comfort she provided, "I see you."

-

But comfort never seemed to last for your kind. The sky people returned, led by the man that didn't seem to die. Your people fought his soldiers bravely, some winning, some losing, but you could safely say you had done more damage to them than they had to you.

"How many times do we have to kill you!" You heard Jake hiss from somewhere, but you were too preoccupied with fighting off the armed soldier in front of you. With a final swift move, you drove your dagger into the avatar soldier's neck, your fangs bared in a hiss as blood sprayed across your face. Briskly, you sheathed your blade into its scabbard and let the body drop, turning back to the dying battle. The sky people were retreating. They were cowards and had finally realised they were severely underprepared. They would be back, they always were, but you revelled in the fact that you didn't die at their hand today.

One of them remained, however. To everyone's shock, Quaritch in the flesh had shown up. He stood proudly with a gun pointed at Jake - Jake pointing one back - knowing that the mere fact that he was alive was rubbing salt in the wound. His return brought back memories of your previous battle with him, and you snarled; eyes focused on the conniving man that stood before you. A thick metal cable fell from the sky behind him, undoubtedly how he would make his escape into the helicopter above. You wouldn't allow it.

As you advanced, you heard Jake hiss again, "How are you alive?"

Quaritch only smirked, attaching himself to the cable, "The answer is simple, Jake. I am, and always will be, better than you," His gaze left Jake and switched to someone far behind you all, and he winked. "Thanks for the save, kid."

…What?

Your blood froze and your muscles tensed, barely registering the sound of the Colonel escaping. It felt like the world had stilled; everyone around you was frozen and unable to breathe as they processed the words that had been spoken mere seconds ago.

You could barely process the faces that surrounded you as you slowly turned, following the direction of where the Colonel had been looking. You should have known.

The world around you disappeared, voices echoing as you could barely hear them over the sound of your own heartbeat. All you knew was the pure anger rushing through your veins and the pathetic human boy standing a few meters away in your line of sight. His eyes met yours. You had never seen such pure, primal terror in anyone's eyes before.

"What did he mean?" You seethed, voice muted as your features twisted in anger. You began taking steps towards Spider, which seemed to trigger Kiri into holding you back.

"(Y/N), wait," She grabbed your arm to try to hold you back, muttering something about how you should relax and how it could have been a misunderstanding, but you snatched your arm back. You knew what you heard.

"Speak!" You screamed, making Spider flinch. He remained quiet, seemingly unable to defend himself, "You saved that man?"

"I.." Spider began taking a step back but came to a sudden halt as he heard the subtle sound of the pull of a bow. Your gaze flickered behind him for just a second, and you saw Neytiri with an arrow pointed straight at his head, a snarl as equally vicious as yours on her face.

"Neytiri, no!" "Mother, please don't hurt him!"

You and Neytiri barely registered the voices.

You took another step forward, your figure towering over Spider.

"That man is responsible for Neteyam's death," Your voice shook and your tail flicked behind you with anger as you spoke - everyone seemed to fall quiet, "And you saved him?"

Spider had the intelligence to keep quiet, at least. Unfortunately, what he didn't have was the courage to look you in the eye.

"Look at me when I speak to you!" You screamed, startling Spider. His head tilted up, and his fearful eyes met yours. His face was scrunched with pain and guilt, but it meant nothing to you. "He went back for you! He wanted to save you! He died because of you!"

You unsheathed your dagger, the dry blood on its sharp blade a symbol of the fate the boy in front of you would face.

"And you will die because of me."

-

a/n: If we don’t get a scene of Neytiri killing Spider’s ass in Avatar 3 I will sue

p.s I made an ask box request things pls and ty

#neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #avatar x reader #neytiri x reader #avatar the way of water #my fics˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[izvmimi]

cw: atla au. fem!reader and a named female oc are both pro benders. fighting-focused without overt graphic descriptions. a/n: the pro-bending here is not exactly the same as in lok, i've taken a lot of liberties. this part focuses a lot on reader's friend to set the stage but a subsequent part will be more about reader.

Pro-bending is a terrible use of your time, and yet you’re here, checking the straps of your helmet and making sure the oversized gourd that hangs between your shoulder blades is well-affixed to your person. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirrors placed along the wall as you move through the lockers to find your friend and shake your head. Ridiculous.

When you finally find your friend, she’s still finagling with her wristguards and you can see a small cloud of steam leave her nostrils as she breathes out sharply in a huff. She’s both frustrated and shaking with anticipation, and yet she doesn’t look as ridiculous as you feel you do in her own gear.

“Don’t burn down the locker room, Nova,” you tease, moving closer to help with the straps. Her left hand shakes a little as you secure them, and she sighs. You pretend to duck and the sigh shifts to a pout.

“Stop making fun of me!”

“Stop making it easy and I won’t.”

She rolls her eyes, but her typical cheer returns shortly as she jumps up from her bench and puts her hands up into fists.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this!” she says, and giving herself a wide berth from you showcases one of her winning combos, a jab-hook and roundhouse kick, flames ablaze and disappearing as quickly as they appear.

You also cannot believe you’re doing this and twist your mouth to the side, but Nova is extremely convincing when she wants to be, and you’ve been her sparring partner for long enough that it wouldn’t make sense to let her go into this venture alone. You’re not as good as her, but you’ve been decent at your amateur club, and your mentor has pushed for you to show up together.

“Can’t wait to lose the first match,” you start, making your way out of the locker room. You can feel the water in your gourd sloshing away with every step and wonder if you overfilled it. In truth, however, you can never have too much water, anyone from a Water nation tribe knows this, even if your ancestry is what one would call dilute.

“You say this every time and have your opponent begging for mercy.”

You roll your eyes. This time will be different, you can sense it, and you tell her just that.

“This is the rookie contest. They can’t be that good.” Nova says. She’s moving up to the main arena faster now, her legs carrying her closer and closer to the promise of glory, and you have to take longer strides to catch up to her. The two of you end up spilling into one of the openings, where there is still a match taking place, and from the look and sound of it, reaching its final stage. Nova is easily transfixed, while you lead her by the shoulders to a spot to sit down that’s a few bleachers up, almost tripping over a step when she stops suddenly and you slam into her.

“Nova!”

“God, did you see that?”

You didn’t see it, but when you turn, there appears to be a repeat exciting move, a fire bender who blasts off into the air and appears to dive back down in a cyclone of fire. You frown, wondering why that’s legal, and wince as he makes impact with the air bender who’s decided to protect themselves in a ball of wind energy. It doesn’t work – the impact multiplies and the whole pit seems to erupt in blinding light; and then it recedes, and there’s one clear victor. 

The blonde-haired firebender isn’t even panting when he’s announced victory and you grimace while Nova holds onto your arm, clearly smitten. It’s unsurprising, because even you can tell he’s conventionally attractive, and knows so, tall and athletically built with sharp crimson eyes and a cocky grin flashed at the crowd. You eye the opponent’s injuries which seem mild, although he seems clearly dazed, and you realize that the gloating young man is particularly skilled, if he’s able to minimize injury in such a powerful blow.

That being said, you won’t let go of an opportunity to tease your friend. “Stop slobbering and get ready for your match,” you remind her, before patting her shoulder. “I can’t wait to see you wipe the floor with them.”

Nova’s grin is wide and she promises to make you and herself proud.

You find a seat quickly near the bleachers while the arena is cleared and you watch Nova shrug her shoulders and roll her neck as a woman is placed before her. A waterbender like you, but her rain of hailstones is not particularly impressive, and Nova clears them quickly into rain and then steam before they touch her with flames fanning towards the sky. You lean forward, watching carefully for any identifying features. You should have studied who exactly was in the scene and who was famous before you got here, but it would only have stressed you out more.

Nova completes the match quickly with a ring out. It’s more merciful than her predecessor but the opponent has a similar dazed expression on their face by the end of the match. Nova comes out quickly and waves at you excitedly, glee on her face.

It’s your turn next.

Your first match is easy, thankfully, your opponent, a particularly agitated airbender whose bursts of air pressure are easily dodged or deflected with your water used as a fortified shield. He loses when he slips on a patch of ice right out of the ring, too slow and surprised to suspend himself in the air. The crowd laughs, and you feel a little bad, a sheepish expression on your face.

You clear the arena quickly, your heart pounding from the exhilaration of the fight, and Nova gives you a high five. Another match takes about ten minutes to end, and you’re barely paying attention to the two earthbenders throwing rocks at each other in a manner akin to apes, still trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves before your next match. You control your breathing. Across the lowest rung of the bleachers where you sit, you can see the blonde from earlier staring directly in your direction, and then you realize he is staring really at your friend, and look at the match rundown on the projector. Two and two add up.

“Nova, your next opponent is the guy from earlier. Bakugou.”

Nova blinks then leans in closer.

“Which guy?”

You press your lips in a thin line. "Mr. Hot and Sexy.”

Her eyes widen, and it almost irritates you that the designation helped. You try to point discreetly in the correct direction, and he’s still staring with red, practically glowing eyes at her, as though trying to mildly intimidate but not threaten her. Nova stares back just as fiercely, and you’re thankful that at least she won’t let a boy win just because he’s cute.

You do notice besides him, there’s another pro bender who’s staring at the match that is in no way interesting far too intensely, leaned so far forward he might as well fall off his chair and once you squint closer, you realize he has a notepad before him and is scribbling something quickly. Just from the way his pen moves, you figure his handwriting is messy and disorganized, but his green eyes are bright and clearly intelligent. His shoulders are broad, not unlike the young man next to him, but he seems just a bit wider and more relaxed. Gentle even, like the dark-green curls of his hair, like he’d much rather give you a hug than lay a finger on you. 

And yet, he’s here.

“Nova, don’t you dare lose to him,” you warn her when it’s her turn to go up. She bumps fists with you, grinning, and you see Bakugou do the same as they both approach the arena from the stair-rails.

They acknowledge each other and you find your hand tensing up around the water gourd now sitting in your lap for comfort.

It’s for good reason, because their first bout is fierce to say the least. Nova’s flames are fast and many, and Bakugou responds to each with a dodge or even fiercer fire. At some point, your jaw drops as he practically inhales a blast, then returns it larger, and more focused, and for a moment you wonder one, if the referee has vetted that move, or two, if he’s a combustion bender in addition to simple fire bending, given that the blast, when dodged, practically destroys a corner of the arena. Nova, a little startled, propels herself to one side of the arena, then looks at the destruction, then back at Bakugou. Sweat beads visibly on her forehead.

“Is that all you got?!” Bakugou taunts. Nova grits her teeth, and then she’s back at him, a running start into a fire-filled windmill kick her next attack. Bakugou dodges, then his hand closes around her ankle which makes you gasp, and a throw nearly gets her out of the ring in an uncontrolled somersault that stops just short of the edge of the platform.

She’s back up and at him yet again in a second, and the crowd, also holding their breath, cheers loudly. Fists ablaze, she punches, one after the other, many of which are dodged, but the last one he has to block with a cross of his arms before his face, and he’s pushed back. Revitalized, Nova kicks one more time but she’s tripped suddenly, and in seconds falls flat on the ground, staring at the ceiling. 

You watch in shock as he takes the immediate opportunity to pin her down, and one blast that is a bit more than fire charges from the palm of his hand, but then before the referee can blow their whistle, he slams into the ground next to her head.

“You’re done,” he mouths. Nova looks shocked, biting her lower lip in anger rather than concede an embarrassing defeat. 

The referee ends the match and the crowd claps, giving a standing ovation to both for their fight. You stand too and clap enthusiastically, even though Nova looks both flustered and angry by the time she makes it back to you after being checked out for injuries. 

“This is so embarrassing,” she murmurs under her breath, twirling a lock of her hair. You offer her a reassuring smile.

“You did a good job.”

She sighs and takes your gourd from you and puts it in her own lap, tapping nervously at the sides. She doesn’t seem too banged up so you’re thankful.

“You’re fighting someone named Midoriya next,” she says now, after glancing at the updated projector. Your faces aren’t displayed against the projector. 

You take a deep breath, then take your gourd back from her gently. 

“If I get my ass beat too it’s fine, as long as it’s fast. Then we can both go home.”

Nova pouts and she’s so puppy-like you find yourself stifling a laugh.

“Fine, I”ll try.”

A few more moments pass, and you’re called to the arena.

The curly haired man with Bakugou looks at you and smiles, an action that disarms you, before he prepares to face you too.

#bakugou katsuki x oc #izuku x reader #bakugou x oc #izuku midoriya x reader #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

[soursvgar]

Their favorite pet names ♡

demon brothers x gender neutral reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Lucifer ━ Darling, Dear

Make no mistakes, Lucifer always prefers hearing his own name, specifically when it's being spilled out of your mouth as a lingering whine, demanding him to avert his attention to you. However, if he already has to settle for a pet name of some sort, he would prefer a good old fashioned term you would use to title the first line of a letter with, if the two of you were star crossed lovers mailing each other through different worlds. (Because he's just dramatic like that, but the truth is, it makes him blush.)

"When you intimated you need my assistance, I didn't reckon a bake sale is what you had in mind. May I remind you of the outright failure we experienced when we attempted to bake hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies?" Lucifer shakes his head, sensing defeat from merely facing the ingredients laid across the table. "Well, I haven't invited you here to cook, don't worry. Your role is to supply entertainment and mental support, and also to stand guard in case Beel tries to infiltrate our mission." You reassure him with a grin, carefully tying an apron around his waist. "Now, be a dear and fetch me the recipe?"

Lucifer is quite stunned at your confidence to speak to him at this level, regardless, he cannot deny your dauntless attitude tugging at the strings of his heart.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Mammon ━ Babe

No explanation needed, it just makes sense. Use a confident, possessive tone when you say it and watch him quack and become as red as the roulette in the casino. In return, he will probably use a bunch of embarrassingly cringy pet names on you.

"Whaddaya mean you don't want me callin' ya my sweet snuggly crow princess in public?" Mammon frowns, huffing at the rejection of his advantages. "I think crows are cute, and so are you. Cute! My sweet snuggly c-" His sentence is cut short by your lips crushing against his own, leaving him with a loss of words and rosy cheeks. "Come on babe, stop being silly."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Leviathan ━ Weapon of (m)ass destruction

He doesn't have a preference, simply because anything you'd choose to call him feels like someone tore a rift in time and space and crowned him king of the three worlds. With that said, he particularly likes silly ones, or just anything normies wouldn't regularly use. It makes him feel special because you definitely haven't used that on anyone else.

"Hey, let me use your phone for a second. I'm gonna call myself since I can't find my cell." You mindlessly announce, grabbing his mobile device after a couple long minutes of patting the bed in hopes of finding your own. "Huh? w-w-wait, let me do that!" Leviathan hurries to try and eject the device out of your grip, but to no avail. Your fingers had already clicked their way through the different screens, leading you to his contact list. "Hm? You saved me as 'Only second to Ruri-chan in beauty'? Aww, Levi!" You coo, messing his hair. "Now I feel bad I only saved your contact as 'noob'."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Satan ━ Kitten

It is most likely a given (or a chewed up headcanon), but Satan is the embodiment of a cat and likes to be recognized for it; privately, of course. Rumor has it that if you call Satan by the following pet names of kitten, kitty or anything that resembles, it will awaken his inner feline and bring him to rub his cheeks against you, asking to be petted.

"Come here, kitty kitty." Satan looks up from his book at the melody of your voice, at first searching around to scope if a real cat is nearby. But with his sharp mind, he reads the situation almost immediately, cocking an eyebrow at your hopeful expression. "Huh? Are you referring to me?" You nod, holding out an arm as you gesture him to come closer. "Pspspspsps" Satan heaves a sigh, placing a bookmark inside one of the pages before he closes his novel shut and paces towards you. "Such a good kitty!" You praise, holding in your chuckle.

"Say one word to anyone about this, and you're dead meat, human. Understood?" Defeated, he tilts his head towards you and nuzzles against your extended palm. "Now... scratch behind my ear please?"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Asmodeus ━ Prince/ss

No surprises with this one, Asmo is royalty and believes he should be addressed accordingly. He doesn't mind which version of the word is being used, as long as it comes with the acknowledgment that he's the most ethereal, majestic creature your eyes ever had the sanctified right to witness.

"No, no and no! None of these are on theme. I usually find good keeps in majolish, but this season their clothes are all off." Asmodeus falls into the velvet chair allocated at the store's fitting booths. You had accompanied him on a shopping trip prior to an event at RAD as he was in need of a new wardrobe for the occasion. "I kind of liked this outfit. I think it suits you!" You sheepishly smile, praying to be leaving the store before sundown. "Suits me is not enough! It has to be dazzling, breath taking, absolutely stunning!" He huffs, displeased at the selection of items at hand.

"I mean, it's the person who makes the clothes, not the opposite. It doesn't matter what you wear because everything looks so good on you, princess." The corners of Asmodeus' mouth stretches into a smile, but it differs from his usual smug, conceited one. It was a humble display of contentment at your compliment. "That's correct!"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Beelzebub ━ Babycakes, Pudding, anything food related

Think about it, what is one of Beel's biggest pleasures in life? What does he yearn for so much, that he can't clear his mind from it to the point it is brought up in every conversation he's having? Food. So it's only natural that using food related nicknames will make him feel as important to you as food is to him.

Beel licks his lips as his eyes skim through the grocery list. You had brought him along with you to a human world supermarket, assuming you'll be able to keep him at bay, except... you forgot to take one variable into consideration.

"Cheese, cheese! Come try our cheese!" You were doing a good job holding him back from finishing a whole tub of blueberries, but the announcement called from afar by a samples vendor made his ears perk up. It took all of your magical energy to stop him from storming that poor salesperson like a hungry wolf, but you've managed. "I'm so sorry, y/n... you know it's hard for me to resist human world food, and for free too..." Beel was pouting at you, genuinely feeling guilty for scaring the unfortunate human. "I know you're trying your best... you were doing so well today, my little cinnamon roll."

"Mm, cinnamon rolls... can we go get some now? Please?"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Belphegor ━ Baby, baby boy

With every cell in his body, Belphegor loves being babied. As the youngest brother, he's often spoiled by his siblings and gets away with a lot. He's allowed to slack off, be rude or partake in the usual pranks and leave nearly unscathed because he's just so cute. Naturally, his pick to be called by his lover will be along those same terms of endearment and he will absolutely melt whenever you use them to address him.

"Five more minutes, I promise we'll make it in time..." Belphegor mutters sleepily, sheltering you between his arms as he snuggles closer to you. You take a peek at the clock, five minutes had turned to fifteen, but your weary demon refuses to let go of the bed, or of you. Sighing, you accept your upcoming fate of being scolded by Lucifer for your tardiness and reach to caress Belphegor's warm cheek, earning a soft hum in return. "You're gonna get us both in trouble, baby boy."

#The inspiration for this was actually a meme i saw on twitter #this is so silly lmaoo #obey me #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus

[taeyamayang]

OKG PEA-

okay okay.. for the ask prompts

"will you just shut up and kiss me?" + tsukishima

kiss me or kiss you

"hinata said you like me."

it is one of those moments, a moment when you are almost certain that the world momentarily stopped turning and all you could hear is the rapid beating of your heart.

did shoyo tell on you?

"earth to (y/n)." tsukishima clicks his fingers at your lack of response.

a sly smile forms on his lips as he watches your walls crumble beneath your feet. oh, how he loves to silence your smart mouth. the image before himㅡyou, startled and muted, is worth to paint a picture of, hanged in gallery for every one to witness the effect he has on you.

"hinata said you like me, romantically, and he-"

"STOP." your wide-eyes dart at him as your throat runs dry. his head falls to the side, orbs savoring every inch of you before licking grains of salt at the corners of his mouth. he is clearly enjoying your unguarded state.

"hm?" he taunts, biting his lips together into a thin line as he fights the urge to grin. he leaves your shared box of fries on the bench, standing to close the gap between the two of you. his hands shoved inside the pocket of his pants as he gaze at your seated position through his bottom lashes; an act of domineering over your helpless flustured state.

"you're lying." you huff without conviction.

"am i?" arching his brows at you, he takes a step forward, slightly bending his back down so you're closer.

"i will never like you." and though you tried, your words fail to make him believe. perhaps, lying isn't your best skill. albeit, you push through. at this point, backing down is a sign of weakness and path for him to fuel his already inflated ego.

"you're obnoxious. a salty ill-mannered immature brat who doesn't how to manage their temper. you think you're cool by acting mean? ha, in everyone's eyes you're just a plain boy with mommy issues." a light crease forms on his forehead as you continue to distance yourself him.

you finally roped him. you hit a nerve by using words you learned from the best, him. maintaining a friendship with him isn't for the weak hearted. you can't be too sensitive around tsukishima. you need to learn to fight back even in playful bickerings in order to keep him in place.

as you stare at the blonde, a thought suddenly crosses your mind. tsukki does not like conversing with the other first years of the volleyball team. there's no way hinata will spill on him because the orange headed knows tsukishima doesn't care about these type of things. chances are, he might be playing one of his tricks on you and you absolutely cannot fall for it. hence, you continue.

"even if it's only the two of us left on earth, i would never choose you. i will never like you, kei." your tone tastes like chili peppers and bitter gourd, like rubbing salt on an open wound.

"(y/n)." tsukishima pulls a serious face, sighing as he locks his eyes on you. "hinata told me. i am telling the truth."

there's something about the sudden shift in his face that sends chills down your spine. all of a sudden you're doubting yourself.

what if shoyo accidentally told him? what if tsukki overheard shoyo talking about it to a fellow member and cornered him so shoyo felt the need to tell him the truth? what if... what if...

"no, he didn't." you responded weakly, your eyes bouncing from one to the other.

"yes, he did." tsukishima presses. a deeper crease forms on his forehead at your stubborness. "shrimpy told me the other day during practice. well, i overheard the conversation between him and sugawara senpai and when i heard your name i stepped in. then, the orange gremline told me." he explains.

your heart dithers and your throat runs dry once more. if tsukishima is acting up until this point then he deserves an Oscars. but your friend would never put up an act this long, you know him well. if he was lying, he should have laughed at your face long ago. hence, there's only one thing for sure,

tsukki isn't lying.

in your mind you wished to be swallowed by the ground and be part of the damned soil. even if you have been pinning on your friend for the longest time, you never considered telling him. you know that he isn’t the type to swoon over romance, the thought alone makes him empty his stomach. you figured it’s better to keep your feelings to yourself than lose him as your friend. 

“and you believed him?” you scoff. your confidence quivers at each word you utter. “you really believed that i like you? you think so, tsukki? i would never in my wildest dream-” 

"will you just shut up?!" he cuts you off, screaming. he twists his neck to the side as he shuts his eyes to collect his composure before turning to shoot you a look. he swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he says in a calmer voice, "will you just shut up and kiss me?"

tsukishima levels his face to you so he could look at you eye-to-eye. he places his boney hand at the side of your face as he lets out a frustrated huff.

"or should i kiss you to shut you up?" he dares to say making your restless heart beat against your ribcage. tsukishima can feel your racing pulse at the base of your neck.

"your mouth started to irk me. your insults are getting better and better. who taught you that?" his thumb caresses the crest of your cheek back and forth as he inches his face closer. he whispers, "me, but i can also teach your mouth other things than spurting insults." the tip of nose softly nudges against yours. you swallow hard. "just say yes."

i'm leaving this on a cliffhanger and blame it on my birthchart. this is from early this year (i think) i'm sorry kale!! this has been sitting on my drafts since you requested it and couldn't get to it bc i feel meh with the previous plot but now i'm happy with it so i hope you are too! and HOLY GRAIL i miss writing for tsukki aghhh maybe i should do more for him soon hm...

anywayy rbs and likes are very much appreciated thanks!

ps. updates are messy and unpredictable bc im going through a writer's block on my recent fics

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[thesensteawitch]

How Will You Find Love?🔔💘🔔💘🔔💘🔔💘

Pick A Pile Reading

🩵(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)🩵

Hello, Senstea Souls!

Welcome to another collective tarot reading. This reading will talk about when and how you will find love. Remember love doesn't need to be romantic in the reading, it can be platonic too.🩷

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Pile 1

Hello, my beautiful pile 1. You will find love through selfless service. Perhaps while helping others. Currently, I see that your heart chakra is blocked. You feel lack. Healing must begin before you find love. You'll gain love through communities. When you free yourself from the idea of love that you have in your mind, you'll find love. When you focus less on the idea and work towards spreading love or embodying love, you'll experience what love truly means. You cannot give with an empty cup and for your cup to be filled with compassion you are being called by the universe to relieve the past hurts and negativity stuck in your energy centers. You are hurting yourself by looking for love in all the wrong places. If you look closely you'll find yourself to be loved beyond measure. I heard someone say that if God created tiny creatures with so much care then he must have had a beautiful idea and so much love in his hands while creating you. You too are created with love and with purpose. It's a blessing to be human and be able to express emotions. I also feel that you are being called to know your limits when it comes to giving to others. You need to know how much to give and when to stop. As you heal others you'll heal a part of yourself too. Start doing something about your emotions. Don't sit and let the tears roll out for nothing. With every teardrop create something new. Channel your emotions towards creation. Let go of the narratives that you have been repeating to yourself for months. As you release the toxic energy you'll get closer to finding and experiencing love. A new cycle is beginning in your life as something old is dying. If you need a personal reading on your situation then feel free to DM me.

Pile 2

Hello, my dear pile 2. Before jumping into finding love you need to contemplate what kind of love are you truly looking for. You can't have whatever is being served to you. Think and be firm about what you truly want from love and stick to the idea. Soon you'll see that you'll be attracting the right kind of people. The kind of people you thought did not even exist will enter your life. So don't settle for less. Be firm but don't forget your soft side either. Weigh the scales before you allow anybody in your life. As the year begins you'll see people knocking on your door. It's up to you to whom to let in. You're not blind to the truth and can peak through people's true intentions. Make use of that ability. Even if for some time you end up alone. Because either way you are going to attract the tribe that matches your vibe. How about you take care of your vibe? There's also a warning here. In the quest for finding the right person don't forget that we are all humans with flaws. So do not expect anybody to be perfect. Don't put too much burden on others to behave the way you want them to. Instead, observe how they behave and judge them based on that. Don't try to change anyone. Your words will hold power over people. Make sure you use the right kind of words and don't roam around bruising people with them. You may take your past hurt to be the motivation behind your current attitude. Don't be cruel. Don't spoil the relationships that you are left with. You can't keep crying over spilled water forever. Nor you can let your hurtful emotions be the driving force behind your current personality. Love is kind and gentle. Remember that. Love is neither fantasy nor a foul play. The more you are hard on yourself the more you'll be hard on others too. Take care of your attitude and you'll see love knocking at your door very soon. If you need a personal reading on your situation then feel free to DM me.

Pile 3

Hello, my beautiful pile 3. I see that Universe is offering you love in some way but you are not seeing it. It's exactly when you feel you have nothing left or you're not loved enough you'll find love. But you need to be optimistic to truly look at it. Sometimes our perception blinds us to what we are receiving. I feel some of you are also loners. But it doesn't matter when it comes to manifesting love. You seem to be looking for love for a very long time now. It seems like if there's a rulebook on love you have read them all. You may give people advice based on what you have learned through books. Love is right in front of you, you are neglecting to see it. For some of you, I see that the person you like likes you back. You both may have similar qualities. You both mirror each other in the best possible way. If you guys communicate then your communication is intellectually stimulating. I feel it's just sometimes you don't know what is the right thing to say. You both are so logical that you forget to speak through your heart. I see a lot of people. For some of you, there may be third-party involvement. Hmm...I think you need to communicate before committing. Either you are confused between two people or the other person is. The situation doesn't look good. Justice will be served no matter what. The truth will come out. Hearts will be broken. But eventually, everything will settle down. It's time to communicate with honesty and through heart. Love is complicated in your book. I hope everything ends well for you, pile 3. You need to set strong boundaries. I hope your situation gets better. If you need a personal reading on your situation then feel free to DM me.

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[aniketsanimationblog]

Full Rant for Those who hated those Animated Series which were supposed to be the Gems, over the Years!!

Now, if you are thinking, why am I showing you this Screenshot, if you ask?? Then well, here you go!! Again!!

This is why, Real Good Animated Series don't exist or if it really exist, then all of them would be cancelled afterwards!!

Above screenshot is why Star Trek: Prodigy was cancelled and people are blaming Paramount and Nickelodeon for this!! This is why!! And this is not only the case for Star Trek: Prodigy, but for every single show, which should've deserved the love and Attention, but never got any!!

People will only love what other people watches, no matter how bad they are, and I am so afraid that this should be the new norm!!

When everyone are saying, that It's not Star Trek, it's Star Wars, you're just triggering people not to watch Star Trek: Prodigy at all!! And that's why impacted a lot for Nickelodeon and Paramount to Cancel this series we all loved!! And hence yet you're just diverting the audience to watch Miraculous Ladybug and PAW Patrol, and I'm getting back to those!!

I swear to god, whoever this person watched this series, that person is not only wanted This not to move forward, but hated this series outright from the very beginning!! Will you be happy, if you see any person or some person outright negatively reviewed your show, so that the production company behind closed doors, can cancel it?? And this argument of "Not Star Trek, it's Star Wars" just repeated so many times on the reviewing platforms, that Nickelodeon and Paramount forced to cancel this series, despite of renewing it to season 2!!

I'm sorry!! This just solidified that you just want people to watch Miraculous Ladybug and PAW Patrol and other Cash-grabbing Shows!!

And if you think this is the case for Star Trek: Prodigy alone, then you're wrong!!

This has happened same to Peter Rabbit!! Despite it was successful on Nick Jr in the US and CBeebies in the UK in first place, the cancellation fate of this series is no different to Star Trek: Prodigy, even way back in 2016!!

And now, we're on a state, where Star Trek: Prodigy fandom has to trend the #SaveStarTrekProdigy hashtag, just like The Owl House fandom were doing the same last year with #SaveTheOwlHouse, when The Owl House got Cancelled by Disney!!

Something we need to learn from the Cancellation of Star Trek: Prodigy!! First, Thomas Astruc and Jeremy Zag from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, and Second, Jennifer Dodge and Ronnen Harary from PAW Patrol!! All of you, calm down!! You're not the Gods of Animation!! This is the Reality!! Maybe Your shows are Worldwide Phenomenons, and Make Billions and Gazillions of Dollars worth of Money by Merchandise Sales from your Fandom, but if you think you all would get away with this by overshadowing other shows greater than yours to get cancelled, just know that, we, the audience, have the power to bring you all down from your uprisings!! We all love Animation, but you should stop destroying the Animation by not having a competition!! Bullshit this is!!

I may sound like a Toxic one, but I know my Instincts and my Instincts never go wrong!!

Either we should stop Watching those shows, whose behind the scenes Showrunners disrespect the audience in order to make Money or we should stop supporting Animation until things get any better!! Because this is serious, it's going out of our hands in order to save Animation!!

Thank you so much for reading this far, and Please, Be Responsible for Your Actions!!

#star trek prodigy #star trek #animation #nickelodeon #animation fandom #animation fans #animated kids show #television #save star trek prodigy #peter rabbit tv series #the owl house #boycott Miraculous Ladybug and PAW Patrol #thomas astruc and Jeremy Zag and others are destroying animation and you're not realising it #imdb.com #no regrets #i have no regrets #you cannot stop us from spilling the truth

[reanbowful]

“that’s literally me”

if you were talking about your crush and they realise it was them

(gerard, ben, alex, jake, donald, wolf)

gerard jin / jin gayool

You were at his house, playing truth or dare on his phone.

When it got your turn, the golden question popped up.

Truth: Describe your crush

You look up at Gerard with a teasing smile.

“Well. My crush is a person you know well. He’s with me almost everyday.”

Gerard grinned, pulling you onto his lap.

“Oh really?”

You nodded.

“He has the most beautiful smile. And he used to be in a band too!”

Gerard raised his eyebrows, making the both of you chuckle.

“He does sound like a pretty cool guy.“

“That’s because he is! And not just pretty cool, he’s very cool. Remember that.”

You brushed his bangs away to reveal the scar on his left eye. Tracing the red skin with the tip of your fingers.

“Don’t you think your lucky guy would be jealous if he finds out that you’re sitting on my lap right now?”

You smiled, inching your face closer to him.

“You know what, I don’t think he minds at all.”

With that, he connected his lip to yours. The both of you feeling the smile tugging on each of your lips as you embraced each other in the dim lights of his room.

ben park / park humin

Okay look. Ben is a himbo, but he’s not that stupid.

The two of you were walking down the street together playing some dumb game.

Catch the shadow basically. But if you catch the other person’s shadow, you can ask them one question. And if they cannot answer, they have to buy the two of you ice cream.

“Ha! I caught you!”

Clicking your tongue, you gave up and turned to him.

“Alright, spill it.”

“Hihi, who do you have a crush on?”

You looked at him incredulously. This grown dude was giggling and wiggling his brows like he’s some elementary school kid who heard the word underwear for the first time.

“Seriously? Fine. I’ll describe him to you. This person, goes to Eunjang. And you know him.”

“Ooh. Interesting-“

“Shh. I’m not done. So, this person. He’s.. strong. Like super strong, like you wouldn’t even believe it strong. He’s like a superhero. He has a nice smile and has a surprisingly connoisseur palate. He also has the most beautiful sun-kissed skin I have ever seen.”

Ben is now looking at you with intent, a slightly nervous gulp could be seen from where you stand.

“I like his- no I love how he’s always there for his friends. And the fact that he is liked by everyone gives me a warm feeling in my chest. He also has a child-like wonder to his eyes that I want to protect forever-”

Feeling a heavy hand drop on your shoulder, you stopped your current rambling to see a frowning Ben at your side.

“Wait- Uh not to be a narcissist, but the way you’re explaining about this guy makes it sound like you’re literally describing me?”

Oh how you wanted to punch him lovingly in the face.

“It is you.”

“IT IS?!”

alex go / go hyuntak

Alex was furious. And not to mention super confused.

He thought the two of you had something together!

Alex had overheard the girls talking at your part-time job about your supposed “crush”.

How had he not realise it sooner! Figures he was just another ‘great’ friend of yours.

“Hey, Alex!”

“Oh. it’s you.”

You had just finished your shift and headed straight to his gym with two cups of coffee in your hands.

Setting them down, you took your backpack off and tossed them over on the corner.

“I brought you some coffee.”

Your smile melts his heart a little bit. But then he remembers that you already have a pretty little “crush”. So, he just turned his head and murmured

“Why didn’t you just give it to your crush? I’m sure HE would appreciate it.”

You turned to him, baffled.

But, honestly a sulky Alex is kind of amusing to see, so a small laughter cracked out of you.

“Where did you heard that from?”

“Oh it doesn’t matter. Good for you though, I’m sure he’s such a great guy.”

You hummed to yourself.

“Yeah, he kinda is actually.”

Alex let out a choked sound when he whipped his head to face you with the most ‘I thought what we had was special’ expression, that for a second there you were genuinely worried that he was gonna start crying.

“Alex-”

“No, I mean it. I’m sure you’d pick someone worthy enough, so let’s hear it. What’s so great about this guy?”

He just can’t figure it out can he.

You sighed.

“To name a few, he’s the sweetest person I know. He has a big dream, and he’s a hardworking person. I love his eyes, his smile, and his cute little red nose.”

“Huh? What do you- OW!”

Alex’s eyes widened when you came to pinch the bridge of his nose hard.

Ah.. that’s definitely gonna be red- eh?

And only then he realised. Darting his eyes up at you as you look down onto him with a satisfied smile on your face.

“Figured it out yet?”

Face hot and burning now, remembering just how ridiculous he had acted.

jake ji / ji hakho

“Jake, come take a picture with me.”

No questions asked, Jake came and posed for the camera.

“What’s it for?”

“Uh nothing! Just wanted to get back at someone, you know.”

It was in fact, not nothing. The truth is that you have been compiling pictures of both you and Jake to keep as a substitute. It looks a lot like you guys are dating from those pics, and you like looking at them to cheer yourself up during the bad days. Not that anyone has to know.

“Ooh~ Is it a new guy? Do I know him?”

“Tsk. Mind your own business.”

“Aww come on, we’re friends aren’t we? Besides I gotta make sure he’s good for you! Call it a guy’s instinct~”

That’s not the problem dumbass! But,

You really can’t say no to him can you.

“It’s someone I like.”

“Whew! Let’s hear more about this lucky guy then!”

Gosh if only he knows. (ITS YOU MANN)

You shifted in your seat, tucking a loose strand behind your ear as you start, warily watching his every move.

“I met him 3 years ago. He never really noticed me, he was one of the cool kids. All the girls liked him so it wasn’t really a surprise that I joined in. Eventually he came up to talk to me and we became friends, and he’s such a sweetheart but he’s just so oblivious that it’s making me go crazy!”

Jake looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Your heart thumped with anticipation.

“Damn.. that must be hard. But if it’s you, I’m sure it will work out!”

You felt your heart sink as he tapped you on your shoulder, mouthing a ‘good luck’ before leaving the classroom.

It is what it is you guess.

Meanwhile in Jake’s mind:

man don’t say anything man, if it’s not actually you it’s gonna be sooo damn awkward

donald na / na baekjin

This scenario with Donald would be super straightforward.

It would be completely out of the blue as well.

He was doing some paperworks in his office when you suddenly barged in.

“Donald, I would like to inform you about my crush.”

If he likes you a lot, (which he probably does if he lets you just barge into his office unannounced) he will put down everything aside and give you all of his attention.

“Go ahead then.”

It’s honestly comical how concerned you are about such an innocuous thing.

“I don’t know when it started, but it’s been getting worse. Initially I thought that I might’ve contacted some kind of disease and went to the nearby clinic but they hadn’t found anything wrong with me. So then I went to work as usual, where I then meet you! A-and my heart did this weird jumping thing!”

“So, you’re basically saying that you have a crush.. on me?”

The way you look genuinely exasperated, running a hand through your hair had Donald trying to suppress a grin.

“I have come to that conclusion. That, yes. I’m afraid so.”

“You know you don’t have to be embarrassed about it, right? It’s completely normal to get nervous when you see an attractive man.”

“Do you find yourself attractive?”

“I mean not necessarily, but clearly you do.”

You groaned and sat yourself down on one of the armchairs Donald keep in his office, clearly in distress at this newfound feeling you just discovered.

Donald then stood up from his seat and walked over to kneel himself in front of you.

“Now let me tell you about my crush.”

wolf keum / keum seongje

It was something that Wolf overheard by accident.

He had wanted to return your calculator, walking up the second floor. Hwangmo offered to return it for him, but he wants to get some interaction with you, you know.

He couldn’t care less on what your classmates are discussing, about to enter the room when he heard some interesting statements.

“… no, but I do have it. Someone I like.”

Well well well. Looks like Wolf’s staying outside for now.

“OMG OMG WHO?”

He could hear you giggling over the series of table smacking.

“Just.. look I can’t tell you guys who it is exactly. But, I’ll tell you this. Well, um. He has a deep voice, and.. he’s younger than us. Oh and he wears glasses. There! I’ll reveal that much.”

Now would you look at that. A smirk curled on Wolf’s lips right as the words roll off of your tongue.

Oh what is he gonna do with you.

“What?? That could be anyone-”

“Noona, I came to return this.”

:)

Yes. Wolf decided that he wants you to suffer for the rest of the day.

The purple haired demon spawn could feel his soul smile when he sees the horrified looks of everyone in your class as they connected the dots together; deep voice (checked), younger (checked), glasses (checked).

“N-no way. ITS WOLF KEUM?!”

“OKAY! You know what, it’s nearly due time for P.E. Don’t forget to change guys, I’m also gonna go.”

You ever panicked so hard that your body moved on autopilot and somehow does everything perfectly? This is how you are right now.

Heart thumping fast in your chest, you made your way into the ladies changing room before a certain purple haired sadist closed the door back from behind you.

“Noona, aren’t you curious about who I like?”

This boy is gonna be the death of you for sure.

[a/n] Originally there was supposed to be Jimmy too. But I’m way too tired and can’t spend too much time on one topic so.. I’m sorry to all the Jimmy stans I failed to feed you.

#weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #weak hero manhwa #weak hero webtoon #gerard jin #ben park #wolf keum x reader #wolf keum #donald na #alex go #jake ji #jimmy bae

[fortune-fool02]

Clinging to Hope

Leon Kennedy x B.O.W female reader

Summary: During a mission, [Name] becomes infected with a virus strain but Leon cannot bring himself to kill her. He, instead, tries to find another way. 

Warning: Angst, blood, violence, slight body horror. Light fluff. 

As this is my first piece for Leon, I wanted to try some angst for him. Please give feedback as it really helps with improving! 

Thank you for reading. Please enjoy. 

There have been many times in his life where Leon has lost someone he knew. He has seen the life fade from their eyes, afraid and in pain in their final moments, longing for a comfort he couldn’t give them. His guns have spilled the blood of those infected by Umbrella’s vile viruses and concoctions. Even those he once thought a friend until they buried a knife blade into his back for the promise of power. 

The bubbling, optimistic policeman he once was, a boy filled with dreams, hopes and wishes now a long forgotten memory. Another life, almost. But that one day in Racoon city changed his life forever, shoving him into the deep end of an abyss with nothing but concrete weights to pull him down deeper. Any flicker of light in this darkness was snuffed out before it even had a true chance to take root, either by events down the path or by Leon himself. Why put himself in the lives of those who he will end up reporting to their families why they never came home, or to stand at their hollow graves? 

Umbrella didn’t just corrupt the lives of those they infect and experiment on, they ruin those around them. 

Yet there was one light, one flicker that Leon couldn’t push away. Someone who refused to be pushed down and held her ground firm and strong. Agent [Name] [Surname] was assigned his partner some months ago now, and she had his back at every turn and corner. She listened to his orders and carried them out with a burning determination of someone with passion and a driving force. Her head was screwed on just right to think for herself and not rely on his every single word. And she certainly knew how to use a gun. 

In truth, Leon was not expecting her to last as long as she had, and a small part of him only hoped that wouldn’t end soon. It had been too long since he felt a sense of comfort in the presence of another, someone who was able to dull down the gnawing hollowness in his body, even if for a little bit. 

Their target of this mission was an arms-dealer who had gotten his hands on sample viruses from Umbrella, they had to act fast before he unleashed it upon the innocent. The lights swaying above their heads in the corridor flickered, filling the silence with a faint, electrical hum. [Name] stayed close to Leon, their guns ready for any form of movement, straining their ears for any sound. Due to the commotion outside with a group of undead, they were on their own for the time being until reinforcements got in. In a way, that was both a good and bad thing. Good that they could hold the element of surprise and sneak up on their target, but bad if they needed those reinforcements there and now if something happened. They were on their own. 

Leon stopped at a pair of double doors, peering through the window. The room was dark, lit only by the blinding glow of monitors and computers all over the place. A glimpse of movement in the shadows had Leon turning to [Name] and giving a light nod, 

“Be on alert, there’s movement inside. Ready?” She nodded back before Leon turned and kicked the door open, both of their guns scanning the room for the source of movement only to find nothing. A thick tension hung in the air like fog as the two moved carefully, refusing to stop until they were sure no one was here. The computer monitors flickered before completely going off, encasing them both in a pitch darkness for a brief moment. A blinding spotlight fell on the two agents. 

“Wow, I’ll admit, I was expecting a few more guns than just you two.” Upon the balcony above them, their target smiled, a smug look that irritated Leon. His gun locked onto him. 

“It’s over, Carter!” [Name]’s voice was sharp, that tone reflecting in her eyes as she glared at the man who couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Over? Silly girl, I’ve not even started yet.” There was something lurking in his voice that made Leon’s insides curl. He was planning something. “Honestly, I’ve heard a lot about you both. How Mr Kennedy here has faced against so many B.O.Ws and survived. God, his guardian angel must be sick of her job.” His smile only grew as [Name] took a step forward, her gun not faltering once. 

“You won’t get a chance to kill him, Carter! Surrender now and-” 

“Kill him? I’m not going to kill Mr Kennedy, my dear. You are.” 

It happened faster than Leon could react. If he was that little bit faster, if he acted that moment sooner, he could have stopped it. But he didn’t. Carter pulled the gun from his coat and fired it. The dart shot through the air like a bullet, piercing into [Name]’s neck, and he took off running. Leon cursed before turning to [Name]. A flash of dread punching through his chest as he saw her rip the dart from her neck, horror carved into her face as her hands shook. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not to her. 

“[Name]!” His hands were on her in an instant, his head racking for something, anything, to help her, to stop it from spreading; to not lose her like this. She turned her head away from him, her movements becoming tense and rigid, as if doing so was difficult to, the barrel of her gun shaking as she tried to force it in her direction. 

“P-Please, Leon.... b-before it’s too late....” Every rational thought in Leon’s head knew this was the best thing to do. To kill her before she became one of those monsters. To let her die human. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so. His hands couldn’t even touch the gun and kept planted on her shoulders. 

“I... You can do it, [Name]. We can find a vaccine or-” His words were cut off by her pained cries, the virus polluting her body, leaving a trail of blackened veins in its wake, spirdering out along her skin. Her hands pressed against his chest and shoved him hard, his body skidding to the other side of the room already, towards the doors. 

“GO! GO! PLEASE!” The rest of her words were chopped up between her screams and the sounds of her body succumbing to the virus. Flesh tearing open as bones broke and reshaped, developing at a rapid cellular rate that gave her no moment to breathe, especially when the blood poured from her mouth. Appendages tore through her back, flesh forming over bones as they shifted and slammed into the tables and monitors around her. Her body growing in size, tearing away at her clothing and staining them with blood. Leon took some steps back, trying to think of what to do but he couldn’t tear away from her. 

“[Name]...” Pain filled her chest, grasping at his heart as her anguish cries finally faded, replaced with a deep, rumbling roar. Finally regaining some composure, Leon turned on his heel and fled through the double doors again, rushing down the corridor. He had to get away from her, there must be something about that damn virus here, something that could lead him to a vaccine or cure, or anything! 

The double doors were torn from their hinges as the quadrupedal creature burst through them, releasing a bone-rumbling roar as it gave chase to Leon. Clumsy on its legs like a new-born fawn, crashing into walls and anything along the way, giving Leon a little bit of a heads up to run. Diving into a large room, Leon moved and hid under one of the many desks, giving himself a moment to catch his breath and clear his thoughts. His nails dug into his palm as he clenched his hand, curing himself for his inability to protect her. How could he let his happen?

He heard the quake of her heavy footsteps before she even entered the room, her head turning as she scanned the room, emitting a low growling sound. 

“Leeeoooooonn.” He could just catch her voice beneath the growling, the jaws of this beast opened wide, revealing a gaping maw and a pair of glowing dots inside, towards the back of the mouth. The large cluster of spines on its back scratching along the ceiling, leaving deep tears in their wake as she began to explore the room, crushing tables and tossing them around. It wouldn’t be long before she found him. He wasn’t going to give up on her. 

Taking a breath, Leon pushed himself out from under his hiding spot, running towards the stairs that led up towards the second tier of this room. One of the appendages from her shoulder blades shot out, just missing him and digging into the wall beside him, making him stumble a little but he kept going. Another loud crash as a another appendage struck the wall in front of him, blocking his path and showering him in broken materials. 

“Fuck!” A tight grip latched around his body caught Leon by surprise as he was lifted into the air and pulled close to her face. Deep, bloodied groves split along her face, creating an illusion of multiple eyes almost. There was very little resemblance of this creature being human not ten minutes ago. 

“[Name]! Listen to me, I know you can hear me!” Whether this was a cry of desperation from him or a vain attempt, Leon didn’t care. He needed to know if there was anything left of the woman he cared for in there somewhere. “You’re better than this! You-” The room spun a bit as he was launched through the air across the room, slamming into the wall. Pain shot up his back, ripping a groan from him as he tried to push himself up. “You always had my back, even when I didn’t want you to. You’ve saved my ass time and time again.” His legs shook a little as he straightened himself, looking up at her. 

“You gave me hope. Please.... don’t tear it away now.” [Name] grabbed hold of him once again, lifting him up and towards her face. The large, empty sockets where the eyes should have been stared at him, as if examining him. A low rumbling was made as the jaw unlatched, opening up wider. For a moment, Leon feared it was too late. That all of this was how it was to end. 

Those two glowing dots in the back of its mouth seemed to grow, something shifting around inside as it emerged. A pair of hands emerged from the darkness, followed by arms, reaching out towards Leon’s face. [Name]’s upper body rose out, her hands gently touching his face, caressing his skin as if he was made from priceless material. Her eyes glowed a vivid red but they had that faint glimmer in them, that glimmer that always sparkled in her eyes before. 

A small smile lifted her lips as she pulled him closer to her, leaning up and pressing a feather soft kiss on his temple, close to his eye. Her touch was cold, rising goosebumps along his skin. 

“Leon,” she purred. Her voice raspy but soft, an endearing tone as was her touch. “My Leon.” His deep blue eyes watched her every little movement, trying to determine if this really was the same [Name], and not just some twisted amalgamation of the virus. His heart drummed in his chest, the throbbing ache in his back twinging from her grip though it was tolerable. Her hand moved up more, brushing the strands of hair from his face so she could look at his face more clearly, studying him like a piece of artwork. A small hum was made from her, her hand sliding into his hair and gripping it lightly, pulling him closer as she pushed her lips against his deeply, her other hand keeping in place on his cheek, lightly stroking over his stubble in a tender caress, like that of a lover’s. 

It wasn’t unpleasant. Her lips were soft, with only the faintest hint of copper to them, but other than that, it was nice. Leon wasn’t sure what to do, a part of him wishing to lean in further to her, to allow that flicker to develop more. She had always been there for him. On long, exhausting missions or simple, quick ones. The thoughts of the times their hands were close to touching, the warmth of her embrace and gentle touches as she patched up a wound on him. It was the same touches as they were now. 

He won’t fail her again. He won’t lose her. 

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Azriel x Reader | Till Death Do Us Part? pt. 4

type: angst warning(s): depressive thoughts, gloomy, mentions of war, mentions of death and loss word count: 1.8k words summary: based on this request: Azriel is shattered over the loss of his mate, his life no longer makes sense until one day when he sees her again. He cannot believe his eyes–this is his mate. Only problem she does not remember him or what they once had and moreover is now part of his sworn nemesis’ court–the Autumn Court. 

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Your fingers trail over the painting. Over Azriel’s face. Over your face. There is no denying this is you, but how can this be possible. The painting is there, but still…you are left utterly confused. 

The moment Amren has placed the painting on the table both Eris and you nearly fainted. There is no denying this is you. 

And they all have confirmed it as well that they know you. It cannot be a coincidence or would they all lie for Azriel? This is silly – they would not. So this is the truth. You are mated to the male with the shadows.

You regard the picture silently when tears build up in your eyes. You try to blink them away but that is too difficult. They spill over the edges, rolling down your cheeks when you bit down on your lip to hold back a sob that burns in your throat, the back of your mouth aching. 

Suddenly there is a flood of emotions. It feels like you remember something. There is a little spark in the back of your mind—like a little light flashing brightly and a moment later pictures fill your brain. 

“Hold still!” Azriel chuckles next to you and curls his arm around your shoulders. 

A sob parts you lips when your fingers brush over his painted arm. The arm he has curled around your shoulder. You squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Then stop distracting me.”

“I am not distracting you. I want Feyre to paint us properly, now hold still.” Your head turning, you’re met with the deep hazel of Azriel’s eyes. 

Feyre. High Lady of the Night Court. Azriel’s eyes flash in front of your vision. You remember them. Only that they look sadder now. 

Drawing in a deep breath, you step closer to the painting. “Both of you stop talking now and let me focus. If you constantly move I will not be able to properly paint you.” A big grin spreads over the High Lady’s face. 

You gasp. The pictures are so clear in your brain.

“I cannot believe it,” you breathe and give your head a little shake. Single tears run down your cheeks, tasting salty in your mouth. 

A presence steps closer to you, his body looming over yours, towering behind you. Azriel. “You believe me now?” You nod your head and sniff. “But how is it possible? That cannot be possible? Wouldn’t I remember dying?” 

Your head whips to him, you blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision so you can look at him and make out the expression on his face. The spymaster is already looking at you, his face stoic, his eyes trailing over every small feature of yours. “That is why Amren was brought here. Maybe she has answers.” “She indeed has, but you need to stop crying first, girl, and listen to me.”

Blowing air out through your lips, your hand moves backwards and on its own accord grabs Azriel, holding it tightly. Warmth fills you when your skin touches his and Azriel moves closer to you. A tingling sensation runs through your body and you like the feeling of it.

“I am here for you. I am always here for you. You are not alone. Never.” Azriel’s voice is low. Your eyes widen and your head whips to him, lips parting. 

Azriel leans over you. Damp curls of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He grins from one ear to the other, his naked chest heaving with deep inhales. He leans down and kisses your brow, your forehead, your nose, your mouth, lips connecting in a passionate kiss. 

Your hand lifting you brush your fingers over your lips, a little electric shock zapping in your fingers. 

His scarred hand brushes up your naked chest, stopping on your neck. Azriel bites down on his lower lip. “You look delicious, my mate.” You chuckle, tipping your head back to kiss his jaw. “I hope you know that for the rest of your life I will always be here for you. You will never be alone from now on, my love. Never.”

Another sob leaves you, squeezing Azriel’s hand tightly. “I remember.”

Now it is Azriel whose lips are parted by a silent gasp. “You really do?” You nod your head. “But how is it possible? I need answers.”

You all sit down around the dining table, only Amren is still standing, assessing you silently. Her eyes trail over your features, your face, your entire body until they meet your eyes again. 

“Seems like you are Cauldron favoured.”

“That means?” It is Eris who speaks up, sitting on your one side, Azriel on your other. “That she is truly reborn?” “Yes, High Lord of Autumn, that is what this means.”

“Has this ever happened before?” Feyre asks. “That the Cauldron gives someone a second chance like that?” “You are the best example.” The High Lady smiles and gives her head a little shake. “I did not think about that. And it is different. Nesta has given her powers back to save me.”

You look between Nesta, who wears a warm smile on her lips and looks at her sister, and Feyre, who returns the smile. You slowly remember them and feel sad about everything you have missed. And you are curious about what has happened, what they are referring to, but you would ask about that at a later point. 

“Yes, that is true, girl, but the three of you and now apperently Y/N is truly Cauldron-blessed and favoured. Or Azriel is and the Cauldron or the Mother could not rob him of his mate.”

Amren folds her hands on the table and examines you. "You weren't fully dead I assume. Your soul must have been in limbo." She pauses.

"What is limbo?" you question, body trembling a little.

Amren untangles her ahnds and places them flat on the table. "It is a state between life and death. Your body is dead but your soul is a life. If you are lucky your a given another chance to live. Your body heals and your soul can inhabit it again."

Your head starts buzzing at this information— it sounds so odd and overwhelming.

"I assume the Mother wanted to give you another chance and thought it wasn't right to cut your life threads already," Amren finishes.

She fully turns to you, eyes narrowed. “You don’t remember anything. Nothing about how you…got reborn?” Pursing your lips, you turn your head to Eris. His expression is stoic, his eyes trained on the table, following a line on the dark marble. He slowly lifts his head and looks at you. “She was just there one day.”

He pauses for a moment. Azriel’s feet shuffle on the floor next to you and he shifts a little closer. Azriel’s scarred hand falls to the backrest of your chair, his fingers nearly touching your back. You draw in a deep breath, still looking at Eris. 

“It was shortly past the war with Hybern that you showed up and started training in the Autumn Court war camps. I just thought I hadn't noticed you before, there are so many people in the war camps.” You bow your head slowly…the war with Hybern. Hybern.

“Be careful.” “Always.” “Azriel.” You fist his Illyrian leathers and pull him closer. “I want you back in one piece.” The shadowsinger leans in, kissing your mouth softly, his arms curling around you, your hands trapped between your bodies, will your hearts beat in sync. “I can only return that. I want you back in one piece as well.”

Your gaze shifts to Azriel and for a long moment you just look at him. He looks tired. And he looks older. Not at lot, but a bit. He is wearing a light beard now, hasn’t been wearing one back then. 

“Y/N only started working for me a few months after Beron’s death. She said she did not remember much about her past. I thought she didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Yes, but I said it because I really did not remember. One of the healers in the war camps said that maybe I fell onto my head while training.” You fall back in your chair, leaning agains the backrest and Azriel’s hand. He touches you softly.

“But why was I reborn in another court?” “Maybe because you had to experience a new life? You had to start alone again. In a new surrounding,” Amren concludes. “Cauldron favoured but that does not mean your life had to be easy.”

A weak smile appears on your face and you cock your head to the side. “So you really aren’t mocking me? I was truly reborn.” Rhysand and Amren nod simultaneously. “I think it will take some time for all the memories to come back. It will need a lot more than just looking at paintings.” 

You nod slowly and bit down on your lower lip. You know that. Of course you know that. But you are happy that at least some are coming back. 

“What is the big question now is what you want, Y/N. How you want to continue from here on?” Rhysand says, his tone warm, and he folds his hands in front of him on the table. “If you want to stay here or go back to the Autumn Court.” You love the Autumn Court, you like Eris, he has become something close to a family. But if Azriel truly was your mate and this was his family….this was so overwhelming. And you know whatever decision you would make, it would disappoint someone. 

"I would like to talk to my High Lord. Alone.” Azriel does not like that, but he holds back, allowing it of course. What male would he be not to allow this. The High Lord of Autumn slowly nods and gets up after Rhysand and you. The High Lord of the Night Court, extends his hand, showing you a private chamber next to the dining room where you can talk. You thank him, heavy legs carrying you to the room.

Eris gives you no chance to speak up first.

“I want you to be with your mate. I know you think that I will be disappointed, but you deserve to be with your mate.”

“How—“ “I know this look on your face. I am not disappointed. I mean if you never come to visit me I will be, but—“ “I don’t want to move away from Autumn completely. I am your spymaster. Unless you no longer want me to work as that.” Eris chest heaves with a deep inhale, his features softening even more. “You want to keep living in the Autumn Court and working for me?” You nod and move closer to him. “But I would also like to be with Azriel. See if we can make it work out a second time.”

“I understand that,” Eris says and rubs his chin with his hand. “I think we can arrange it that you are with him but can still work for me. He is a spymaster as well, so secrecy has to still be on top of your priority list.” “Of course!” “And there will be certain things you cannot share with him?” “Yes, I understand that.”

For quite a while longer you and Eris talk. For a quite a while too long.

Azriel grows impatient, nervously tapping his foot on the ground. “She won’t decide against you, Azriel. I saw her look at you,” Nesta says, trying to comfort Azriel.

Just when the shadowsinger opens his mouth to answer the door to the chamber opens and both you and Eris enter the dining room again. 

Azriel, his lips parted, stands up and it is then that you start running, your emotions too strong to hold you back. Azriel opens his arms for you, catching you when you jump onto him, curling your arms around his neck. “I would like to give us another chance. If you want that too?” Azriel exhales loudly, holding you tightly. His breath is warm on the side of your neck, his shoulders and chest rumbling and shaking with silent sobs. He is crying, his tears falling to your skin. And it is then that the tears also start flowing out of your eyes. 

Lifting your head, you look at him, your gazes locking, and you smile at him.

“I really hope that I can love you the same way I loved you before all of this. The way you deserve to be loved. But I am quite sure I will.”

“I have no doubt about that. I have never stopped loving you in the first place.”

His determination is already enough to make your heart beat faster and you smile at him, your soul starting to glow, the tug getting stronger. Your soul is finally once again reunited with its other half, having been longing and yearning for so long. 

You are once again one. Equals, lovers, mates. Azriel and you. 

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OMG YESSSS your request are open again!! can i please request angst prompt dialogue #1 and 7 for Klaus? Thanks :))

Angst Prompt | N.M {request}

℘ prompt — (1)“was any of it real?” & (7) “it’ll never be me, will it?”

℘ warning — very angsty

℘ pairing — klaus mikaelson x f!reader

℘ count — 1k

℘ a/n — someone requested it so read part 2 when you’re done!

Shattered Illusions

I stood before him, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands trembling with a mix of fear and anger. It was time to confront him, to demand the truth I knew he was hiding. His cerulean eyes, usually so warm, were like ice as they met mine, and for a moment, I hesitated. But I couldn't back down. Not now.

“Klaus,” I began, my voice surprisingly steady, “we need to talk about us.”

His lips curved into a smirk, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes – a vulnerability he quickly masked. “Us, love? Whatever do you mean?”

“Don't play games with me,” I snapped, my frustration boiling over. “I've seen the way you look at me. The touches, the lingering glances. You can't deny your feelings any longer.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Feelings, Y/N? You must be imagining things. I am not one to be tied down by sentimentality.”

My heart sank at his words, his denial like a knife through my chest. I knew he was lying, but I needed to hear the truth from him, to shatter the facade he had carefully built around his heart.

“Stop lying, Klaus,” I pleaded, my voice cracking with raw emotion. “I've seen glimpses of the real you, the man behind the monster. I know you feel something for me.”

He took a step closer, his gaze piercing through my defenses. “You're a fool, Y/N. I am incapable of love, especially for someone like you.”

His words were like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and shattered. How could he be so cruel? I felt a sob rising in my throat, but I fought to hold it back, refusing to let him see my weakness.

“Then why?” I choked out, my voice barely audible. “Why did you lead me on? Why give me hope if you never meant any of it?”

He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that cut me deeper than any blade. “I enjoy the chase, love. It's amusing to see you so desperate, clinging to the hope that there could be something between us.”

“Was any of it real?” I whispered, my heart breaking with every word.

“In your deluded mind, sure,” he replied, his tone mocking.

I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They spilled down my cheeks, hot and bitter, as the reality of his betrayal washed over me. “It'll never be me, will it?” I sobbed, my voice barely audible amidst the pain.

“It never was,” he said, his words like a final nail in the coffin of my shattered heart.

His words hung in the air, poisoning the space between us with their venom. I felt as though the ground beneath me had crumbled away, leaving me suspended in a void of despair. The room, once filled with the promise of something beautiful, now felt suffocating, each corner echoing with the agony of my shattered heart.

“Why?” I managed to choke out the word, my voice a mere whisper, but the echo of my anguish seemed to reverberate through the room.

Klaus regarded me with a detached indifference that sent shivers down my spine. “You were nothing more than a distraction, a momentary amusement in the vast tapestry of my existence,” he said, his tone cutting through me like a blade. “I never intended for you to believe there was something real between us.”

His callous admission felt like a physical blow, knocking the wind out of me. I wanted to scream, to unleash the storm of emotions building within me, but my voice had deserted me, leaving me mute in the face of his cruelty.

“You're strong, Y/N,” he continued, his eyes devoid of any sympathy. “You'll move on, find someone better suited to your affections. I, on the other hand, am destined for a solitary existence. Love is a weakness I cannot afford.”

His words, meant to be a reassurance, only twisted the knife in my heart deeper. The hollowness in his eyes mirrored the emptiness within me, a void that had once been filled with hope and love.

I struggled to my feet, my legs trembling beneath the weight of my despair. “You're a monster,” I whispered, the words heavy with the weight of my shattered dreams. “But not for the reasons you think. You're a monster because you played with my heart, knowing how deeply I felt for you.”

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his expression unyielding. “Call me what you will, Y/N. In the grand scheme of things, your pain means nothing.”

In that moment, I felt a searing mix of emotions – anger, heartbreak, and a profound sense of loss. The love I had believed in had been nothing more than an illusion, a cruel trick played by a man incapable of genuine affection. His indifference struck me like a slap in the face, awakening a spark of anger within the depths of my despair.

“You'll never know what it feels like to truly love someone,” I spat, my voice laced with bitterness. “And that, Niklaus Mikaelson, is a fate far worse than any you could ever imagine.”

With that, I turned away, my steps heavy as I retreated from the man who had broken me. Klaus's silhouette blurred through my tears, his figure slowly fading away as I realized the depth of his deception. The tears continued to flow as I stumbled out of the room, leaving behind the shattered remains of a love that had never been real. In that moment, I vowed to myself that I would heal, that I would find the strength to rebuild the pieces of my heart that Klaus had so callously destroyed. But for now, all I could do was let the pain consume me, allowing the heartbreak to wash over me in a torrent of anguish and despair. All I could do was let the pain consume me, allowing the tears to flow freely as I mourned the love that never was.

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There are problems with time traveling

So there are some slight issues with Danny time traveling that he has to deal with now and again. The cult he can handle they aren’t really a problem they are actually pretty useful as it gives him a safe place to crash every now and then ( not that they know he’s the eldrich horror they are worshiping) but the artwork can be an issue now and again. Sometimes it’s a good thing it shows that phantom has been around for thousands of years there’s no way he could be Fenton. But when Danny gets word that a certain artist from the 1200s was getting an exhibit well he gets a little nervous. Around that time Danny had fallen through a portal and ended up stuck in that time period and met a handsome young artist and they had a whirlwind romance until Danny’s inevitable departure. Danny posed for exactly 1 portrait and it was incredible enough so that it would be hard to pass it off. So just to be safe Danny breaks into the museum to take a look and make sure that his picture wasn’t in the collection before anything was put on display. He doesn’t transform very much in the human world anymore since after his coronation it makes him one giant beacon to magic users so when he breaks into the museum he is wearing a mask but very much in his human form. He’s made it to the back of the museum and has found exactly what he was hoping he didn’t.

He’s just about to make a call to technus to have the records cleared while he makes his getaway trip it’s the portrait when he hears a woman yell halt thief. When he turns around he sees none other than Wonder Woman herself. He looks her dead in the eye and says you have no idea how much I want to stop and fanboy because seriously you’re awesome my mom talks about you all the time but I gotta go. A little confused by the compliment Wonder Woman tells him he’s not going anywhere and proceeds to grab the covered portrait with her lasso unfortunately or rather fortunately for all involved Danny has been intensely trained by his dear ghost mom pandora and manages to grab the lasso… and then proceeds to spill his big secret.

Look Ma’am I know what this looks like but I really just don’t want my half naked portrait put on display honest I mean it’s not even technically stealing it’s my portrait injust didn’t get to take it with me but I really do love it I meant it’s awesome but no I don’t want that on display, and he just continues to ramble until he realizes what’s going on and he’s like oh shit can u just ignore all that. She looks him in the eye and says the lasso compels you to tell truth the portrait is yours however it is currently in the possession of this museum and you cannot take it. Danny turns on the puppy dog eyes full blast.

Please? I promise I can make it seem like it was never here. Diana sighs and says let me see the portrait. When she looks at it she can clearly see how much love was put into it and decides to let it pass. Danny gives her the biggest grin and opens a portal to get out of there just before he crosses through he turns back and says

See this is why you are one of Dads favorite grandchildren and then just jumps through portal and it’s no further explanation. Diana on the other hand is in shock because he just said his dad is her grandfather but her father is Zeus which would make her grandfather Kronos which would make the being she just let take a portrait a son of Kronos. She immediately contacts the league.

Yes I know Diana probably wouldn’t let any being steal an artifact just because it used to be theirs but his puppy dog eyes are really effective( he learned from cujo)

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