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hi!!! omg i just discovered your blog and i’m in LOVE! could i request yandere stanford pines (platonic or romantic or some other type is up to you) with a reader who is a reincarnated euclidean/flatworlder/dream demon? (i don’t know if you’re familiar with same coin theory, but that’s my inspiration!) preferably with no/limited memories of their past life? i imagine ford would be pretty suspicious at first because of his experiences with bill, maybe even try to kill them… but who knows if those feelings will change… that, or maybe he would get obsessed with them as a replacement muse… lots of possibilities! feel free to change/add anything to the concept, or if it doesn’t interest you, i’d appreciate any yandere ford in general! thank you!!!

Yandere!Stanford Pines x Godling!Reader

this took me a while, but i finally got around to writing it! thank you for your kind words, anon! this one contains continuous stories— because this is so long, feel free to point out any mistakes

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You have been summoned.

Even from your deep slumber, the presence of other ghastly beings roaming around the dimension was painfully obvious to you. How curious; they don't seem to belong here.

"You. You grant wishes right? No deals?"

The one who summoned you flinched when you made eye contact. With their chin lifted, they tried to seem intimidating, yet the tremble of their lips and the quaking of their legs gave them away.

"Indeed, but," you replied, smiling to the best of your ability. You hovered around them, critically observing their physical body, and, by extension, their soul.

They are nothing short of terrified. But intriguingly, their fear does not mainly stem from your presence.

"Pray tell," you mused, twirling their hair with your fingers, "what happened here, dear human? I've been asleep for some time, so I request a small favor: answer my question."

Because if you had to be honest, you have no fucking idea what's happening right now. The longer you stay awake, the more you realize that you have no memory of your past.

"Bill Cipher happened. This is the Weirdmaggedon," they answered, their body shaking more intensely. You paused. "I don't know what he wants. Please, all I ask is for you to transfer me and my family somewhere safe. The ones I care about have turned to stone. We just want to be happy. Please."

A giggle escaped you. "A noble wish. Very well, I shall send you and your family to the nearest safe place."

You placed your hand on the top of their head, and they vanished out of thin air.

Humming a tune, you made your way out of the cave where you had been trapped and finally saw the world outside.

...

Swirling colors and chaotic phenomena surrounded you. What a monstrosity. Someone else has taken over this area—Bill Cipher, was it?

Turning your head, you saw an enormous bubble wrapped in chains. A grin-like expression stretched across your face.

So that’s where you sent your summoner.

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Weirdmaggedon is officially over.

Stanford knew that. Bill is gone. His brother is slowly but surely regaining his memories back. Everything is going to be... normal again.

As normal as it can be anyway. A sigh left Ford when he rolled over to his side, staring at practically nothing. The room is pitch black.

He closed his eyes.

...

It's bright. With a gasp, his eyes snapped open.

A familiar field. The gentle breeze doesn't calm him down in the slightest. He's back here. Again. Why? Did Bill somehow escape? Is he out for revenge? That stupid dream demon—!!

"Gree—"

Ford shouted, immediately swinging his fist at you. You dodged swiftly in time.

"—tings! Woah!" you huffed, taking extra care to ensure he didn’t land a finger on you. "Is this how you usually greet a higher being, Stanford Pines?"

The human’s heart raced uncontrollably. This can’t be happening. "Bill, what twisted form have you taken now? Didn’t we destroy you already?!"

You blinked, then laughed. "I'm not Bill, silly! He's long gone, I'm pretty sure. How should I know?"

Not Bill? What kind of nonsense are you spewing out? Stanford's expression darkened. This might be a dream, but he really didn’t want to deal with you—especially not after everything that had just happened.

His demeanor didn't go unnoticed.

"...Oh. I'm sorry," you muttered, getting close enough to meet his eyes. They widened at your words. "I didn't mean to laugh at your misery. I've just been so confused lately."

"What?" was all Ford could manage to say.

"I heard all about you," you said carefully, making gestures with your hands. "Human with six fingers. The man who freed Bill Cipher. Who has traveled across dimensions."

"Who told you...?"

You smiled. "I asked many—don't worry about that part. I was wondering if you could tell me anything about myself. You seem to know a lot, Pines."

Ford woke up.

...

Was that just a dream? Were you even real?

Bill is long gone, dead. Isn't he? He won't find the answers to his questions until he falls asleep again.

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Ford doesn't do anything about you until he's sure of himself. You were definitely just a figment of his imagination, right? A dream.

That’s exactly why he couldn’t believe it when you showed up again. A stupid, curious expression on your face.

And this time, Ford took it upon himself to try and kill you.

"Urk! Don’t do this! I understand you're traumatized, but I really am just trying to find my home!" you stammered, flying and dodging every attack he threw your way.

This is weird. You’re saying things Bill would never say. Is he really trying the opposite approach just to manipulate Ford again?

A massive blast from a cannon struck you.

To both of your surprise, the attack did absolutely nothing to damage you.

"I'm alive!" you exclaimed with glee, up in the air, comically rotating from the impact. "Done yet, Pines? I simply want to talk, you know!"

... Of course. Both of you are untouchable in the dreamscape. While you can imagine anything within both the mind and the dream, a being like Bill isn't stupid enough to enter with his actual body. Guess it worked the same way for you, too. It was still worth a shot.

Ford woke up.

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"Finally ready?"

You tittered at him up from above. Ford narrowed his eyes at you.

"What do you want?" he deadpanned. "You're not here to make a deal, are you?"

"Deals are not my forte," you said, showing him a negative gesture. "I do wishes. But if I have to admit, I wouldn't wish something from me either."

"So you trick people," he replied, gritting his teeth. "Why do you feel the need to do that? What benefits do you gain?"

You glanced at the side before looking back at him, shrugging. "I don't remember."

"Is that so? How many wishes?"

"One."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Bill—"

"I am not Bill," for the first time since you've met him, your voice finally sounded firm. "As far as we both know, he is gone."

"... What is your name, then?"

"... I don't remember."

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A frustrated huff left Ford as he rubbed between his eyebrows. You giggled, pushing your hand through his hair. It's soft.

"You're not being helpful at all," he said.

"Apologies," you replied, looking sheepish. "It's hard to answer your questions if I know nothing."

"There must be something you know," the man insisted, stepping away from your touch. He doesn't like how gentle it was.

You hummed, crossing your arms as you floated away. "Do you know how Bill looks like? Am I of similar physique, perhaps?"

Ford paused as his eyes glanced up and down at your form. You can't help but feel uneasy under his tenseful gaze.

"You don't know what Bill looks like?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

This man sure is suspicious of you. Not that you blame him. "No. I believe I never met him."

"You believe?" he scoffed. "I hope you know it's hard to trust you."

"Well," you drawled, "would it convince you if I said you can wish for my memory to come back?"

His eyes widened.

You chuckled. Maybe this was too shocking for him. Take it slow, you thought.

"Before anything else, though, how about we enjoy a nice cup of dream tea?"

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You stared at the chess board in between you and Ford, confusion filling your face. "Wait, how does the knight move again?"

"Think of this shape," Ford explained, forming a black marker with his thoughts and drawing the letter 'L' in mid-air. "The knight moves to the end of this point. Just try to visualize it on the board."

"Oh, I think I understand," you muttered, choosing to move your knight in the corner of the board.

Ford grinned. He placed his queen right next to your king. "Checkmate."

"What?!" you gasped, your eyes rambling around the whole chest board. "I mistook my king for the queen! I say rematch!"

A hearty laugh escaped Ford's lips. If this was in the physical world, he's sure that his cheeks would start hurting from smiling so much.

He still wasn’t sure if you were dangerous or not. Really, of all people, Ford should know better than to mess with otherworldly beings.

But maybe this time, you're different. Because, as far as he knows, you're powerless.

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"Pines," you said as Ford roamed his hands across your body. He said this was his way of observing how different you were from Bill. "Aren’t you going to use your wish to help me regain my memory? Or do you want to use it for something else?"

He rubbed his thumb over the side of your body shape. Interesting. You're just as two-dimensional as Bill is. "I only have one chance of using my wish, don't I?"

"Indeed," you murmured, shifting slightly under his touch. "I won't stop you if you use it for yourself, but I'll have to find someone else who might use the wish for me."

Ford halted all his movements.

"What?"

You drifted away from his fingers. He stared at you, wide-eyed.

"I said I'll find another to grant my wish for me," you explained. "Anyway, how was your assessment? Am I anything like Bill?"

Ford continued to stare at you, looking as if he were lost in thought.

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"Pines?"

"Sorry," he coughed, "but, yes, you're quite similar to Bill."

You beamed, floating over to him and ruffling his hair. "Another step closer to figuring out who I am! Thank you, Pines!"

Ford woke up.

He stared at the dark ceiling. The sun has barely risen.

You had no memories. If he helped you get them back, would you be indebted to him? Or would you turn out like Bill, who wanted to rule the world?

Ford can't let you meet up with another human.

There's only one way out of this.

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"You're ready to use your wish?" you gasped, placing your hands on his shoulders. "That's excellent news—!"

"Question. Do you have limits in your wishes?" Ford asked deliberately, careful with his every word.

You hesitated before replying. "I suppose not."

His large hands held yours over his shoulders. You glanced at his six fingers before meeting his gaze again.

"Then I wish to be your master."

You felt your soul fall to the deepest depths of the dreamscape.

"You'll do anything I ask for. Be under my will. There is no turning back, dream demon."

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lunarmoonanons · 4 months ago

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The Small Dragon: Daemon’s Dream

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Daemon was a strapping young lad of ten and seven. Having claimed dragon, won the respect of his house and family, and love of his grandfather. Now all he wanted was one thing. One thing that he’s wanted since he was a child.

Princess YN.

His aunt who was three years his younger. King Jaehaerys’ favorite daughter. His beloved YN. His playmate. His everything. He wanted to marry her and have her all to his own. She was ten and four years now. The age when she would be betrothed to someone respectable. And that person was going to be him. He just had to ask her first so she could convince her father to let her get married. As the old king had said often that he would rather his youngest daughter stay with him for the rest of her life.

That was his mission now. It was like the walls flowed together and the ground was swift beneath his feet. Everything felt like a dream. His hands were clammy but he felt confident. Everyone assumed they’d be together. His father, her siblings, the lords and ladies, everyone. He was sure that this is what YN wanted as well.

He didn’t remember how he got there, but he found himself in the gardens. In front of YN’s favorite flowers, looking at her as she admired them. Her long silver gold hair fell about her back and shoulders. He clenched and unclenched his hands, feeling the words lodged in his throat.

“YN…” He called out. Making her turn around and smile at him.

“Daemon. I was just thinking about you,” She smiled and held out a rose to him. “Look the white ones have bloomed just in time for my name day.”

“They’re just as beautiful as you.” He tried charming her. But as usual when he charmed her it went above her head and she never caught on that he was trying to flirt with her.

“I love the garden this time of year. It’s so warm and everything is bloomed so nicely,” She smiled and caressed the flower in her hand. Looking down at it instead of him.

The air was soft and everything looked just as soft. It was like the light was shining only on her and framing her in its light like a tale that the septa would tell.

“YN. I need to tell you something. And ask you something. Something important,” Daemon said. Looking at her, feeling all the more nervous when she looked up at him.

“What is it?” She asked.

“I love you, YN. I’ve loved you more than anyone’s ever loved you. I always have.” Daemon proclaimed and then got on one knee. “I want to marry you. I’m of age now. You’re of age. I want us to be joined before the gods together as husband and wife. I know you can convince your father that we could be together.”

YN did not smile like he was smiling. Her brows were furrowed and she pulled her delicate hand from his. Dropping her flower.

“Oh Daemon… I don’t love you like that.” Daemon felt his heart plunge to his feet. “I’ve always cared for you. But I don’t love you. Not in the way you want me to.”

“YN I want to marry you.”

“But I don’t want to marry you Daemon. I’ve never thought of marrying you,” YN stepped away from him. “Goodbye Daemon.”

“YN! YN wait!” He called out and stood but his feet were stuck to the ground. He could not move, he couldn’t go after her. He could only watch as she walked away.

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Daemon shot up from his bed. A boy of eleven having a bad dream was common. But Daemon never had such a dream as this one before. He looked around his room then at his hands. Small. He was still a child.

Daemon wiped his sweaty brow and laid back on the bed. Trying to calm himself from his own thoughts. Musing to himself that it was just a dream. He looked at the table beside his bed, focusing on the dragon doll that YN had given him for his name day. How he cherished it.

Daemon resolved to himself as he reached for that little carved doll. He vowed he would marry her. No matter what she or anyone said. Only the king could stop him. And even then he would find a way around that.

“I love you, YN,” He whispered into the dark.

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #yandere targaryens #yandere daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #jaehaerys targaryen #targaryens #targaryen reader #The Small Dragon

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angel-of-the-moons · 1 year ago

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A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Violence, graphic violence, blood, fighting, human trafficking, mentions of abuse, drug use, child abuse, sex trafficking, angst. So much angst.

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Whew! I'm proud of this one! Many thanks to my bestest friend, Artemis, who himself has DID and helps me understand this condition and describe them (hopefully) more accurately! His system is a big help in me learning more about this subject! (Extra note: any Spanish spoken in this fic is in italics. As I am not a fluent speaker by any means, it is mostly translated by Google. Have fun!)

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Chapter 2:

Inside Voices

(Steven, no…) Marc's voice groaned out, glaring at him through the shared reflection in the glass door.

"But Marc! I've lived here for ages and didn't know this shop was here!" Steven beamed, smiling widely. Thankfully the wireless headphones he had on made him look like he was on the phone, and not completely off his rocker…

Marc ran his hands through his curly black hair. (You have enough books!)

"But this store might have books I don't have!" He pointed out.

(Just let him look, hermano.) Jake sighed, his reflection staring up at Steven from a puddle on the ground.

"Yes, thank you, Jake. At least somebody encourages my hobby!" Steven huffed indignantly at Marc.

(Jake, stop babying him!)

(Hey, nothing wrong with having a hobby?) The man snorted.

Marc rolled his eyes and slumped his shoulders, he directed a tired glare back at Steven.

(You gonna go in or just stare at the front door?) He finally asked.

Steven grinned like an excited boy going into a candy shop.

Marc really needed to have a talk with Jake about this. Steven already had too many books in their flat!

Steven pulled the headphones out of his ears and shoved them in his pocket as he opened the door, nearly jumping when the bell dinged.

He looked around, rather impressed with how much was inside a small space. Steven almost jumped again when the clerk spoke.

"Hi! Welcome to Here Today Books!" She said cheerfully.

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(I'm just saying, Steven… that's too many fucking books.) Marc said, crossing his arms at Steven through the reflection in the window across from his desk, cluttered with papers, folders, and books on various subjects of the Egyptian religious pantheon, architecture, etcetera.

"Oh, hush." Steven hummed, pushing his glasses up his nose as he examined the pages on one of the old books he held in his hand.

(Steven…) Marc sighed, exasperatedly.

"I know, I know." He sighed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. The stubble there was getting rather coarse. Maybe he could talk Jake out of growing that mustache or goatee he was thinking about…

Steven looked over and picked up the bookmark, sighing deeply as he looked at the gold-tipped rose sealed so lovingly in the plastic. Small vine-luke designs had been penned into the colorful sheet of paper inside the plastic as well.

(Very Beauty and The Beast, no?) Jake mused, his reflection from the mirror on the desk looking at Steven with a cocky grin.

It helped them, they found, to have as many reflective surfaces as possible in their flat; it enabled them to talk to each other simultaneously and "see" one another. Sure they could all talk in the headspace, and when they co-fronted it was almost like they could feel each other; rubbing shoulders, as it were, but sometimes you just needed to see the other person, y'know? Outside of your own head? Shared head? The terms still confused poor Steven, at times.

"I s'pose." He hummed, holding the plastic in his fingers gently, as if it were made of the thinnest glass. Absentmindedly, he pulled the sleeve of his shirt up and looked at the inside of his left wrist.

A mark was there.

A rose, to be precise.

Sometimes it would look like it was wilting, other times it was blooming and vibrant… other times it was closed, not ready to bloom.

Right now, it was somewhere between wilting and blooming. He wasn't sure what it meant. He thought back to Marc's ex-wife, Layla. And how he practically fell head over heels with her when they first met.

He had hoped, with Layla, that she had a corresponding mark… but she didn't. Layla was one of the few who didn't have a mark, or in the very least it hadn't shown up yet. Which isn't entirely implausible… But… something happened. After escaping the Duat, coming back to life, fighting Ammit… finding out about Jake.

They just drifted apart. The sparks that may have been there snuffed out, any hints at romance gone from the equation. They all decided it was better to leave it at that.

Well, at least they were all still on friendly terms, Steven mused. Layla still spoke to he and Marc via phone, or even email. It took Steven forever to convince Marc to ditch that "old dinosaur piece of plastic" he called a phone, and stick with his touch-screen.

Except… Jake. Ah, Jake. Layla never fully trusted him.

(Steven.) Jake said, getting his attention, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Hm?" He hummed, turning the bookmark over and over in his hand thoughtfully, eyes fluttering back to their mark on their wrist.

(It's my turn tonight.) Jake reminded him softly.

"Oh… right." He cringed. "Bollocks, I hate this…"

(I know, hermanito. But it has to be done, or the bad guys roam free…)

"All right, just… don't let me see any of it, yeah?" Steven sighed, placing the bookmark on the table as he put his hands in his lap.

(Of course.) Jake replied.

Marc stayed silent.

Suddenly, eyes flew closed, the jaw clenched; a bit of a sharp pain fluttered briefly through the brain at the sudden switching. They were getting better at seamless transitions, but sometimes some form of discomfort lingered. The body sat, almost like an empty vessel waiting to be filled. Whether it was five minutes or five seconds, it was unsure.

When the eyes opened again…

Jake was sitting where Steven sat. Steven's reflection wasn't in the mirror as Jake's had been, previously. He was left alone with Marc staring at him from the inky-black reflection in the window.

(I really hate that we have to do that to him.) Marc sighed, shaking his head.

"He's too gentle for our work, Marc." Jake said, clicking his tongue as he stood, walking over to the wardrobe in the corner and reaching out to grab his old leather coat. "He's too… good."

(I know.) Marc's reflection was in the fishtank now, where Gus the Second was swimming alongside… they really should think of a name for the other two.

Jake tugged the old worn garment on and pulled the gloves out of his jacket pockets with a sharp yank, flexing his fingers as they filled out the soft, well broken-in leather. Lastly, he pulled out that golf cap and slid it on his head, and looked at Marc.

(You don't have to see this, either, Marc.) He said to him.

(Somebody's gotta bear the weight with you, brother.) Marc said intently.

"Gracias por eso, hermano." Jake mumbled, twirling the flat's keys in his fingers as he walked to the front door.

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He sat, kneeling on the rooftop, his body hunched in a way that made him look like a gargoyle, unflinching and unmoving in his gaze; the cape gifted to him flared out almost like a long, tattered set of broken wings.

He wasn’t sure why he decided here of all places was a good place to talk. Why here? What drew him here? Was it the lingering joy and comfort Steven felt when he came in earlier that day?

The sign was hand-painted and in need of a new coat. Flecks of it had chipped away, the exposed wood beneath bleached by years of exposure. But… why was the bookshop important enough to stand outside now?

He looked down below, the curtains were pulled back still in the flat above, old lightbulbs casting a soft, orangish glow to everything inside. He could barely see from this vantage point across the street the boxes of books and book stacks lying on a desk in front of the window. Small knick knacks lined the sills, a hanging plant pot on the outside containing flowers of different kinds, slightly wilted from the lack of sun from the past few days, and now the night.

He stirred when he watched the young woman inside walk to the window in the living room and close the curtains; then tracked her movements as she went about her nightly rituals.

She seemed relaxed. Comfortable. Safe.

She didn't need protection tonight.

He felt the air chill around him, seeping through the wrappings of his armor.

“Jake Lockley.”

There it was. The voice he was waiting for. The voice that always knocked him away from his personal thoughts. The voice that told him of his duties during the night.

Khonshu.

“Yes, father?” Jake asked, standing up, turning to see the large imposing silhouette of a gaunt man, enshrouded in ancient, wispy linen wraps, a tattered shawl hanging from his bony shoulders, clenched in his fist; in place of a head was the dessicated and fleshless bone of a bird skull, small web-like tendrils wafting about here or there. Large, eyeless sockets fixed him in a crushing gaze, the skull tilting in an almost inquisitive manner.

(I wish you’d stop calling him that…) Marc grumbled from within.

“Have you located the evil-doers I sent you after?” Khonshu’s ancient and ethereal voice grated out.

“Yes. I plan on taking them out tonight.” Jake replied dutifully.

Khonshu tilted his head at Jake, and stood from where he sat on the aircon unit. “Now… Why are you here? This is not where you usually prefer to speak with me.”

“I… don’t know.” Jake admitted softly. “Felt like I had to be here.”

“Hmm.” The god hummed, stopping to stand next to Jake, looking down at the flat below. “Indeed.”

“Was there… anything else, father?” Jake asked, looking up at him.

“No. You can leave. I will issue new orders when our quarry is dead and dealt with.”

“Of course.” Jake bowed his head, pressing his fist over the moon on his chest; sparing one last glance down at the woman before walking away, leaping to another rooftop with superhuman strength.

Khonshu stayed. Observing, just for a moment longer, at the woman inside the safety of her home.

“Interesting.” He mused to himself, stamping his staff down and vanishing in a haze of mist.

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Jake panted, pulling one of his darts out of the chest of the man who had tried to previously shoot him just now. He sheathed the weapon and approached the shipping container, hesitating for a moment before smashing the lock open with his bare fist and hauling the heavy doors open.

Inside were half a dozen women and young girls, and children. Some of them naked, others half-dressed. Many of them were dirty and half starved, injuries evident on their poor bodies.

He noticed how they all flinched, backing away from him.

“I won’t hurt you.” He said, in a tone as soft as he could possibly manage, trying to ease their worries. “I’m here to save you.”

Jake leaned down and pulled the jacket off the dead body of the man he had just killed, stepping over the corpse to the young woman nearest to him.

She was clad only in her underwear, bruises and track marks lining her body. He draped the jacket over her shoulders, zipping it closed for her as he guided her arms through the sleeves.

“The police are on their way. You’ll all be safe, soon.” He said, his glowing white eyes fixed in the black abyss of his mask immediately zeroed in on three women, clinging their arms around a group of small children.

The youngest couldn’t have been older than three years old. Her eyes cold, far too ancient and haunted for one so young, clouded by the things she’d been forced to endure for the profit of her traffickers; her tiny body already bearing the scars of the abuse and trauma. Jake’s fist balled at his sides as he forced his breathing to try and calm; adrenaline surging through him again, a hot coal of rage dropping deep into the pit of his stomach.

He wished he could kill them all over again. He wished he could make them all suffer in ways they could barely process for the things they’d done. He wanted to–

His cloak was tugged on, snapping him out of his seething.

He looked down, and a small boy, all skin and bones looked up at him. He looked to be about seven. Could be older, as malnourishment can inhibit growth. His big green eyes looked up at Jake as he wrapped the edge of his cloak around his shoulders like a blanket, his dirty and grimy fingers clinging to the blood-soaked material, seeking comfort he so desperately needed. Jake felt his heart crack in two. He looked almost like...

He closed his eyes for a moment and kneeled, getting as eye level with the boy as he could.

“You’re safe now. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Jake said, his voice quiet, almost broken. He reached for a ratty blanket on the ground and covered the little boy with it, the sight of him covered in a bloody cape almost too much for him to bear.

He felt his breathing hitch when the little boy smiled up at him, gap-toothed and happy. He handed the boy off to a woman who looked to only be maybe nineteen.

“Stay…” He cleared his throat, looking at everyone within the container, standing back to his full imposing height.

“Stay here while I make sure it’s safe and I got them all. Someone will be here soon to get you all out of here.”

“Thank you.” One of the women sobbed quietly, clutching onto what looked to be her own child. They looked too similar for them to be anything but related.

Jake turned, his cape flowing out behind him like a white shadow as he stalked into the warehouse beyond, his fists already tight; the spiked knuckles on the back of his hands ready for blows he was all too eager to deliver.

He stepped over bodies, beaten, broken. Lifeless.

All at his hand. They deserved worse.

The eerie quiet of the cavernous space was only interrupted by the tinkling of chains suspended from the rafters, wind whistling through unseen cracks.

He could hear the sirens in the distance closing in, but he didn’t relax. He wouldn’t. Not until he was sure.

Not until he knew they were all dead.

Jake’s hands trembled with anticipation as that coal of rage ignited into an inferno, burning hot and low in his belly, sending sparks through his bloodstream. He was so far into that haze of red, he missed the man rushing him with a kabar knife.

He must have missed that one, the coward was probably hiding the moment the carnage broke out.

The moment he turned, he felt the blade slip easily through the wrappings of his dark armor, piercing the flesh and organs beneath, the pain tearing through his body like a macabre tsunami.

He brought his fist out, slamming the spiked knuckles into the face of the man.

The coppery scent of blood, the crunch of bones and cartilage filled his nose and were deafeningly loud in his ears. He was sure he watched his eyeball dislodge, hanging over the crushed and bloody expanse of his cheek as his body was sent flying into the cargo loader nearby.

The sound of his bones turning almost to powder overpowered the haunting ambience of the dark lair.

Jake marched over to him and gripped him by the shirt, rearing his fist back for another punch, even as his body hung limp in his grasp.

Only… he couldn’t land the blow. He just couldn’t. It was one thing to kill to protect. But it was another to beat a corpse that he’d already wrought with one blow. His ears picked up the sounds of shouting, sirens, bootfall. A helicopter whirred above, spotlight shining at the carnage below.

He stood, clutching at the knife still sticking out of his side as he dragged his feet, pulling the shell of his body outside, where he was met with armored police officers, wearing what he assumed was some kind of riot gear. The pain in his side was maddening, he almost didn’t hear them demand he kneel. But he did hear a woman cry.

He lifted his gaze to see the woman he’d handed the boy off to; the child still clutched in her arms as they looked over at him, their eyes locking with his.

“He saved us!” She cried.

“Don’t hurt him, please!” Another shouted.

“He’s a nice man!” A child sobbed, clinging to the emergency blanket around her frail body.

Jake felt like he could cry, he felt his heart swell to bursting; not able to tear his gaze away from the innocents he’d saved, that he killed for. Not even when one of the officers approached him, gripping his elbow to keep him steady.

The older man sighed, unable to cuff the man that the human trafficking victims were shouting and crying accolades for. Even if he apparently killed all these monsters bare-handed. “Come on, lad. Let’s get you looked at. We can’t leave that knife in ya.”

“I’m fine.” Jake mumbled, looking at the ground. His shoulders slumped.

“Like hell you are.” The officer turned and shouted for a medic.

“Perdóname, mi corazón." Jake muttered to himself. To someone else.

But as the man carrying the equipment bag jogged towards him, Jake gripped the handle of the knife and wrenched it free in one tug, blood spurting from the wound.

“Good God!” The officer gasped, reaching out to press his hand over the gushing wound. “Are you insane, boy?”

“Yes.” Jake mumbled, pulling his hand away from him, with gentle care that betrayed the violence his bloody fingers had wrought mere moments ago. He felt the wound close, the magic and blessed armor already performing its duty. Just as he had, so violently.

Jake straightened his posture as the medic and the officers backed away in a strange mixture of fascination, horror, and awe.

“Who… what are you?” The medic breathed.

Jake turned away, his gaze to the sky.

“I’m Moon Knight.”

And with that final goodbye, he leapt up, disappearing into the blackness and depths of the night, his heart heavy but relieved, cloak streaking across the shadows, as if to chase them away.

Chapter 3: Link

#moon knight #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #marvel #my writing #khonshu #A Rose Under The Moon

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orwillidrown · 11 months ago

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i’m back on tumblr! i used to be on here a bunch back in the day but i deleted my account in the great jägerman cringe purge of freshman year(tm)

but i’m back!

who am i?

well:

🪶mallory-morgan (but i’m begging you, just call me mal)🪶

🐺18🐺

🌘he/she/they (genderfluid)🌒

🌌very bi🌌

🪦hatchetfield, michigan (fuck clivesdale<3)🪦

💜my favorite color is purple 💜

📼my favorite movies are: an american werewolf in london, dead poet’s society, jennifer’s body, and scott pilgrim vs the world (red flag, i know)📼

📖favorite books include: the picture of dorian gray, and the secret history📖

🎭love d&d - very former theater kid🎭

🪩kinda obsessed with the 80s rn, probably bc i’m working at miss retro’s🪩

🎪if you know me irl, don’t tell my brother about this, he’ll throw you in a locker for some reason🎪

#mal muses for original posts and #rb for,,,rbs

any other stuff will be tagged accordingly

((ooc under the cut))

hey! i’m @impulsivesuperrobin aka mercy! this is my hatchetfield oc multi-timeline rp blog. you can find a bunch of base info about them and some stuff on them in the npmd timeline on my main under the tag #mallory-morgan jägerman or in the hyperlinks on their name line

it’s gonna function mostly as an in-universe blog for mal through the various timelines, but also a way to rp with other users like irl interactions in-universe (which will be tagged on my end as #holding the hatchet)

any specific timelines will be tagged as such (eg #mal does npmd)

feel free to interact, but i’m probably gonna be way slow at responding, i’m really bad at that and i’m sorry in advance lol

#unreality #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield rp #hatchetblr

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humble-boness · 2 years ago

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Academia + Art Asks: by @spectrophobick

I found this to be a lovely ask game ! Thank you for creating it.

💫 - what does catharsis feel like for you?

When my observations of people are confirmed. Suddenly I am real and whatever others were arguing fade to the background.

Also lifting a higher weight !!!

🪐 - what is your current muse or inspiration?

@sedmikrascino is the same muse for 5 years now

🌟 - poetry or novels?

Novels. I love context. Can't get enough of it. Poetry is soft and concise but cannot satisfy me.

⭐ - fiction or nonfiction?

Whatever is true to me.

☀️ - pen or pencils?

Pens. Pencil stains the under palm of my hands always. Because I keep moving my hand all over the page, jumping from one corner to another.

🌑 - what reminds you of vitriol?

women in my family.

🌒 - are you an artist?

🌓 - do you write or just read?

I read more than I write.

🌔 - what is your favorite myth?

mind over matter.

🌕 - have you ever felt equilibrium in your life?

an online quiz assigned the wheel of fortune to be the tarot card that represents my life. it signifies constant change. Shifting from happiness to misfortune. From despair to incredible luck.

So, no.

🌖 - are you lgbtq?

what of it

🌗 - what have you fought over with yourself the most in life?

not to accept feelings

🌘 - do you have a soulmate? are they romantic or platonic?

a romantic soulmate who is also my muse. I have some soul buddies but our differences are greater than between me and my romantic one.

🌙 - what do you struggle with the most?

my weak and abnormally tiny wrists.

🌠 - are you experiencing any type of content block? how long has it been?

Just overcame a two-year recreational writing block.

🌌 - do you keep your art or writing to yourself, or show it off?

I show it to one person. If I'm lucky maybe two.

🌃 - do you carry yourself with pride?

I pretend to.

🌁 - do you wish to know more of the world?

Would love that. Not sure if I like the disappointment that comes with the knowledge. I love fun facts though. It's the best gift tumblr users provide for each other.

🏙 - do you feel as if you isolate yourself socially to create emotion and neglect to write with?

the material of my soul naturally isolates me. I do not need to create isolation myself; in fact, I try to be more social.

🌇 - do you ever wish you'd lived a perfect life?

no. I'd be bored to death. I define myself by upward struggle. It's my entire personality.

🌄 - art museums, historic libraries, or history museums?

depends on whether I can touch the displays.

🌅 - what time of day do you create the best?

morning. But also precisely after 22:00 (10 pm)

🌆 - what career do you wish to pursue? what do your parents want you to pursue?

I want to become a professor or a researcher. My parents wanted me to be a business owner.

🌉 - what's holding you back the most?

Nothing. I'm moving at full speed.

Tagging: @libarygoldfish, @purplelakeinthewoods, |@peregrination-studies, @notetaeker and anyone who would like to try this! I keep my answers short so as not to bore you and would love to know more about you guys <3

#modskye'scorner #tag game #challenge #humbly

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thisblogwilleatourselves · 2 months ago

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BILLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!

🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤🖤💛❤️🩵💙💜🤍🧡💚🤎🕳🩶🖤🤎🤍💯💢💥💫

LOVE TNAT TRINAGLE

hE ISS SUS AND VE ADE HIM HE IS VOR MUSE AND COMPANSION TULPA GOD DEITY THING V WOULD GADLY LET HIM TAKE VAR PLACE AND V BECKME TULPA INSTEAD, V CAN USE VAR BODY FOR WHATEVER HE WANFS V WONT BE LIKE STANFORD AND BETRAY, IF HE CAN ALTER REALITY V WILL GALDT JOIN HIM TO BRING ABOUT WEIRD.AGEDDON Z1M EIDGJON CHAOS ENTITIES PACT FORBWER

🌟👑🫠🐠☢️🌙⭐️🌓🌘🌒🕋🚧⭐️🌠🌕🟨🌖🌓🌕💫⚠️🚸☣️☢️✴️

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#seizure warning #typing quirk #flashing lights #eyestrain #color text #simping #love #affection #bill cipher #z1m #tringle

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microwave-prince · 4 months ago

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🌘🌒 for the ask game? :3

@cringeyships

Hehehe thank you so much!!!😊 I got really tempted to do this for both of them but since I already convinced myself to do one of those thingies where you answer all the questions from the ask game anyway and I'll do both of them then, I'll just do this one for Octavius!!

🌘 for something i love about f/o.

Obli gatory, what is there not to love?? Is all of the above a possible answer for what I love about him?? I'm already the king of indecisiveness!!! Geniunely struggling to pick something here, haha! I even took a break and came back to it and still nothin!! I love how sweet and warm he is, though. To YOU he may just be a Roman general, but to me he's a personal portable heater that occasionally murmurs some praise or compliment to me. This totally won't be my downfall or anything.

🌒 for something f/o loves about me.

I think he enjoys all the artsey stuff I'm in to, and he especially enjoys reading the poems I come up with. I make one joke about "every artist must have their muse ;)" and I'm pretty sure he'd trip head over heels. I'm a bit shy about sharing my art or writings, and heck even sometimes my poetry, but I'm a lot more open to sharing some of my poetry than my other stuff!

#sorry this took a wee bit for me to get to!#thank you very much for the ask though!!#self ship #selfship #self shipping #selfshipping

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mca-official · 6 months ago

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🌒 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 🌘

Hello and Welcome to Moon Child Academy! A prestigious behavioral boarding & Magic School for girl from ages 7 to 18.

Set on the Sages Island, we are well acquainted with the Night Raven College and the Royal Sword Academy.

I, the Headmaster Daphne Poca, will be managing this blog along with our four best Teachers and the five Dorm Queen's.

🥿 Orcados - Seelie Marisol

The Dorm Themed after the Blessed Glass Princess who suffered years in vain till a friendly Fairy Godmother gifted her a chance to turn her life upside-down, and got her a marriage with her true Soulmate the Prince.

Orcados holds timid and friendly Girls mirroring the Glass Princesses soft heart and good nature.

🐸 Parratol - Roséane Luminiet.

The Dorm themed after the Frog Princess that wanted nothing but to open a restaurant, but was turned into a Frog. Though, along the way of being turned back, she fell in love with a soul sharing her fate, and together they had the brightest future you could wish for.

Parratol holds quiet and hardworking Girls that won't give up their dreams no matter which lovely Prince comes across them.

📿 Elephador - Anné Nozakov.

The Dorm themed after the Tough Princess that was separated from her Family during a Revolution and grew up in an Orphanage under another name. Till she one day meets her significant other, and goes on various adventures with the outcome of finding out about being royalty.

Elephador holds strong and tough girls, who are loyal and responsible, always a parental figure and open to listen to your problems and worries.

✂️ Albasan - Solaria Kyrim

The Dorm themed after the Adventurous Lost Princess who lived in a Tower after being kidnapped and raised by a greedy woman and got freed by a Criminal who showed her the joy of living outside.

Albasan holds adventurous and confident Girls who, just like the Lost Princess, want to see so much more of the Outside. Just being with them is an adventure.

🗡 Alpatel - Amethyst Chrysanthemum Nicolette Rhianonn.

The Dorm themed after the Great Female Warrior that disguised herself as a Man to attend military training in place of her old Father, and ended up saving the whole Country.

Alpatel holds joyful and secretive Girls that live up to the Warriors Name.

Now, lastly, our Uniform:

RULES AND NOTICES. // OOC //

Ocs attending this School are open to create!

Please, no NSFW asks on this blog. Host is a minor, and the current student ocs running this blog are aswell.

DO NOT FAKE CLAIM US. Mod is a system, and fake claiming, even from another system, is NOT okay!

We will not answer asks that make us uncomfortable.

We're totally fine with shipping! As long as your Muse is around my muses age.

Please specify who you're talking to.

This idea and blog belong to @miku-hime, and no one else.

Thank you!

#Mca #Moon Child Academy #Headmaster Daphne poca #Dorm Queen nico 🗡#Dorm Queen seelie 🥿#Dorm Queen Roséane 🐸#Dorm Queen Anné 📿#Dorm Queen Solaria ✂️#blog rules #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst au #twst ocs

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therainbowinhell · 9 months ago

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Munday - About the Mun

alias // Neo birthday // March 11th zodiac sign // Pisces ☀ Libra 🌒 height // 5’3” hobbies // Drawing, video games, RPing (DnD), RPing (writing) favorite color // Red favorite book // Alice in Wonderland last song // Happy Day In Hell from the Hazbin Hotel OST (lol) last show // Aquí No Hay Quien Viva (my Ñ is showing) recent reads // Nothing, actually. fun facts about me // I collect retro video game consoles and games. Sometimes I cosplay. I've RPed on Tumblr for like 10 years!

Tagged By Stolen from: @hells-musing-along

Tagging: Take it from me as well, would you?

#ooc #about the mun

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livingghost5 · 1 year ago

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Intro:

Hey, I’m Shae. I’m Autistic. I made this blog to have a place where I could vent about anything I want without censoring myself. To be honest, it’ll probably mostly be stuff about my kpop ults (+ other groups I stan), ED stuff/mental illness stuff, Neurodivergency, Dan and Phil and LGBTQIA+/Xenogenders stuff.

1: Gender/Pronouns:

Gender:

Agender/Gendervoid

Main Pronouns:

•English:

-Ey/Em

-Voi/Void/Voidself

-They/Them

-It/Its

-🌫/🌫s/🌫self (alt: Fog/fogs/fogself)

•French:

-Iel

-Ael

Other pronouns:

-Ix/Ixself

-Ae/Aer/Aers/Aerself

-🌌/🌌s/🌌self

-Gho/ghost/ghosts/ghostself

-Vey/Vem/Veyr/Vemself

-🌖/🌗/🌘s/🌑s/🌒self

-Space/spaces/spaceself

-Wit/witc/witch/witchs/witchself

-🌙/🌙/🌙s/🌙’s/🌙self

-Ast/aster/asters/asterself

-Vea/Vear

-Star/Stars/starself

-🌑/🌑/🌑s/🌑self

-Ve/Ver/Veirs

-Nyx/Nyx/Nyx/Nyx/Nyxself

2:MENTAL ILLNESS:

Diagnosed: Depression, Avoidant personality Disorder, ASD, Eating Disorder, Social anxiety.

I also have chronic depersonalization but it’s just a symptom of my Avpd.

3:ED stats:

Sw:106,5kg

Cw:103,4kg

Gw1:100kg

Gw2:95kg

Gw3:85kg

Gw4:75kg

Gw5:65kg

Ugw:55kg

4:SPECIAL INTERESTS #1:MUSIC:

A:Korean/Japanese music:

My Ults of ults when it comes to biases are Hongjoong from Ateez and Yoongi from Bts.

•Ult of ults:

Ateez:

•Ult bias:Hongjoong

•Ot8|bias line:Hongjoong,Mingi & Wooyoung.

Other ults:

Bts:

•Ult bias:Yoongi

•Ot7|bias line:Yoongi,Namjoon & Hoseok.

Deukae:

•Ult bias:Dami

•Ot7|bias line:Dami,Siyeon & Yoohyeon.

*Insomnias please read this:https://dreamcatcherchangeyourname.carrd.co/

The Boyz:

•Ult bias:Kevin

•Ot11|bias line:Kevin,Sunwoo,Juyeon & Eric.

•B.I

(G)I-DLE:

•Ult bias:Soyeon

•Ot6|bias line:Soyeon,Shuhua & Soojin.

Enhypen:

•Ult bias:Jake

•Ot7|bias line:Jake,Jay & Jungwon

&Team:

•Ult bias:K

•Ot9|bias line:K,Nicholas,Jo & Fuma

•Soojin

IKON:

•Ult bias:Jinhwan/Jay

•Ot7|bias line:Jay,Bobby & Dk.

Xiker:

•Ult bias:Minjae

•Ot10|bias line:Minjae,Sumin,Hyunwoo & Yechan.

Tomorrow X Together:

•Ult bias:Soobin

•Ot5|bias line:Soobin,Yeonjun & Beongyu

•Also Stan:

-Pentagon: Biases:Hui,Kino & Honseok.

-QI.X: Bias:JiGook

-Blackswan: Biases:Fatou & Gabi.

-Rolling Quartz: Bias:Arem

-Xdinary Heroes: Bias:Jooyeon

-Itzy: Biases:Yuna & Yeji.

-Le Sserafim: Bias:Eunchae

-Nmixx: Bias:Lily

-Aespa: Biases:Ningning & Winter.

-Ive: Biases:Wonyoung & Rei

-Waking After U: Bias:A-Zzang

•Casuals:

Day6,BABYMETAL,Cotoba,The Rose,The Fix, Kingdom,Slant,Messgram,STMLT,Synsnake, HANABIE,OurR,SF9,Rockit Girl, YUDABINBAND,Dabda,Drinking boys and girls choir,Fishingirl and more.

Other music:

15 Favourites bands of all time:

•IDKHOW

•Fall Out Boy

•In This Moment

•You me at six

•Twenty Øne Piløts

•Sleeping With Sirens

•Pvris

•The Brobecks

•All Time Low

•Epica

•Pierce The Veil

•My Chemical Romance(+Frank Iero & Gerard Way Solo stuff)

•Palaye Royale

•The Pretty Reckless

•Bring Me The Horizon

Honourable mentions:

Portugal the Man,Muse,Paramore & Panic!At The Disco

1: Bring Me The Horizon

Other Bands:

Linkin Park,Fever333,Arctic Monkeys, Evanescence,The Used,Rivals, Nirvana,Simple Creatures,Nine Inch Nails,Within Temptation,Death Spells,Brand New,Story Untold, and more.

Solo artists:

Favourites:

•Avril Lavigne

•Jessie Paege

•Yungblud

•Bridgit Mendler

•James Marriott

•Melanie Martinez

•Niki Demar

Others:

Patrick Stump,Wengie,Mgk,KSI,Haley Williams,John Legend,Talia Mar,Julia Zelg, etc.

4:SPECIAL INTERESTS #2:Dan&Phil:

Date when I started watching them:

Dan: 30/03/2016

Phil: 21/04/2016

Both: 27/07/2016

5:SPECIAL INTERESTS #3:Astrology:

My big 6 are:

Sun☼: Virgo

Moon☾: Pisces

Ascendant/Rising↑: Aries

Mercury☿: Libra

Venus♀: Libra

Mars♂: Leo

6:SPECIAL INTERESTS #4:Lgbtqia+/ Xenogenders:

I hoard labels but here are the main ones:

•Xenogenders:

-Neutrois

-Trennian

-Afeminine

-Lunarian

-Kenochoric

-Apotigender

-Celestialgendervoid

-Xenic

-Ageregender

•Sexuality/Romantic attraction:

-Asexual/Aromantic

-Demisexual/Demiromantic

-Pansexual/Panromantic

-Aegosexual/Aegoromantic

-Romance indifferent/neutral

-Acespike/Arospike

7:SPECIAL INTERESTS #5:Youtubers:

-Jessie Paege

-WillNe

-Jarvis Johnson

-Not Even Emily

-James Marriott

-Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

-Memeulous

-Danny Gonzalez

-Niki Demar

-iNabber

-Drew Gooden

-Kurtis Conner

OTHER SPECIAL INTERESTS:

Making jewelry

Writing

Alt Fashion

Psychology

Space

Wicca/crystals

The ocean

Miniatures

Daggers & vintage keys (idk why to be honest)

#intro post

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starlightspun-archive · 3 years ago

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Dima! Dyanna! I found some faceclaims for you

“Oh, really?”

“Who?”

Nani Pelekai for Dyanna, and Peter Pan and John Darling for Dima

“Doesn’t John have brown hair?”

That’s a three-second fix

“Peter has pointy ears, and so do fairies. I don’t want to look like one of those demons! Estrella, what were you thinking?!”

... Don’t get too worked up, that’s also an easy fix

“I know Aspen is a jerk, but that was a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?”

“It’s not just Aspen. The fairies took my Papa! They cursed Valeriya! If the devil had minions on earth, it would be them!”

...

“Rude.”

“You say that as if you didn’t try to spear Dorogaya on your antlers like a grisly marshmallow from hell.”

“You did WHAT?!”

#(Elias is talking about a scene in Before the Flowers Wither)#(Fairies are an absolute menace to society lol)#Weaver of words; spinner of stories (OOC)#🌠 Her Heart and Hopes as Vast as the Sky (Dyanna)#🌬️ Son of the Wind (Dmitri)#🌲 Deathless and Deceitful (Aspen)#🌒 The Shadow Weaver (Elias)#Faceclaim: Nani Pelekai #Faceclaim: John Darling #Faceclaim: Peter Pan #Faceclaim: Bucky Orson #Mun n muse chat #Muse chat #Before the Flowers Wither (Book one)

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rpdepartment · 2 years ago

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nights headcanons! send an emoji for my muse to talk about...

🌙 last night

🌕 their bedtime rituals

🌑 a sleepless night

🌝 a night out

🌛 a night spent with someone

🌖 a night they’ll never forget

🌒 a night they want to forget

🥮 a dream

🌚 a nightmare

#headcanon #headcanon prompt #headcanon prompts #emoji prompt #emoji prompts

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lunarmoonanons · 1 year ago

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Dragon Family

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

YN spends time with her adopted family

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

Masterlist

YN truly loved flying. The dragons never had to be claimed by YN, for when she asked to ride they simply would offer their backs if they wanted. The 17 year old would usually be seen on a dragon’s back with one of her adopted siblings riding with her. By the year 71 AC, her siblings had yet to claim a dragon, but they marveled at YN who could speak to the dragons and understand them in a way no one else could. That was one of the mysteries about their sister they could not figure out.

YN was high in the air on the back of Balerion, her little sister Alyssa sat behind YN, her arms wrapped tight around the older girl’s waist. The two were always the closest and ever since Alyssa was 9 YN would take her up on the back of any dragon that would let YN ride them. YN never had to claim a dragon, as her connection with them brought on a mutual respect they gave each other. And though she could ride on any dragon, she and Balerion preferred each other. Alyssa loved riding on the massive beast with her sister and couldn’t wait for the day she could claim a dragon.

“Higher YN! We must go higher!” Alyssa shouted and tightened her grip.

“You heard her old man! Higher!” YN shouted to the black dread. He roared in agreement and went as high as could be.

“I want to stay up here forever! I want to fly like a Dragon!” The 11 year old girl laughed in YN’s ear, her dirty blonde hair waved in the air.

YN closed her eyes and listened to the breaths of Balerion, trying to talk to him without saying anything. She felt his breathing in her soul and tried to tell him what she was feeling without saying it in front of Alyssa. Eventually the cold air on her face made her open her eyes and turn back to Alyssa, smiling at her face.

“Alright Balerion, time to get back.” YN said and flew Balerion back to the dragonpit. The roof of the pit was opened wide to allow the massive dragon to crawl in. He wouldn’t crawl into the tunnels below, he was too big for that.

“Come on. If we go now, we can make it to Baelon and Aemon’s swordplay.” Alyssa jumped off the saddle and ran toward the entrance. YN gingerly slid off and rested her hand against Balerion’s skin.

“You’re getting tired old man.” YN mused and made her way to his head that rested on the ground. Balerion snorted and moved his eyes to her. “I know, you’re very strong. And brave, but you’re old. Take it easy. Sleep in a field or something.”

With that, YN left him to fly out of the pit as she made her way to Alyssa. Wrapping her arm around the shoulder of the young girl who went on and on about Baelon. YN half listened but also focused on her own thoughts. She thought about Balerion, about how old he was and how their flights were taxing on him. She never entertained the idea of him dying, but the thought of him leaving her one day did bite very quietly at the back of her mind.

Once they made it to the keep, Alyssa practically dragged YN to the training yard to her brothers. YN walked in on the boys fighting each other with swords. Alyssa finally let go of YN’s hand and went to grab a sword. YN stood by the sidelines as Alyssa ran up to the boys with her own sword.

“My turn! Baelon fight me!” The girl jumped and demanded.

Aemon turned to the girl, distracting him from Baelon who swiped his foot under his brother’s and laughed as Aemon fell onto his backside.

“That’s not fair Baelon. I wasn’t ready.” The 16 year old prince whined and brought himself up.

“A man must always be prepared.” Baelon boasted and laughed.

YN laughed as Aemon jokingly shoved his brother and rubbed his head. Baelon laughed and turned his sword to his sister and lovingly held it up to her own. Alyssa smirked and immediately hit his sword with her own. The two play fighting and dance with their swords across the yard. Aemon walked to YN and placed a kiss on her cheek. At 16 the boy was now a few inches above her head and could look down on her. YN smiled and patted his cheek.

“How was your flight?” Aemon asked.

“I think Alyssa enjoyed it more. I was too focused on speaking to Balerion.” YN smiled. “But he enjoys our flights as well. Even though he’s getting too old for them.”

“He likes spending time with you. He’s bonded to you.” Aemon looked at the sky. “I can’t wait to claim my own dragon. Like father and mother have.”

“I think your dragon would be proud to have you.”

“Have you claimed Balerion as your own?” Aemon asked.

“I don’t need to. He’s not just an animal to me. He’s like a protector.” YN mused.

“Like a father?” Aemon wondered and looked at his older sister.

“I don’t know.” YN sighed and ran her hand through her thick black hair. She smiled and stretched her arms upward. “I should go. I promised myself I would visit Alysanne and the new baby again today.”

With that she left and weaved her way around the keep to Alysanne’s room. The good queen was still in her bed since her child’s birth a few days ago. YN smiled at the woman as she made her way toward her and kissed her on the cheek.

“Hello my love.” Alysanne smiled and kissed her adopted daughter’s tan hand.

“I wanted to see how you were doing.” YN sat on the bed.

“You’re so good to me.” Alysanne sighed and looked at the cradle her baby daughter was in. “Viserra has been such a sweet baby.”

“I told you it would be a girl.” YN teased.

“Yes you did, my dragon girl.” The queen laughed and held YN’s hand. “I honestly thought this labor was very hard. This past pregnancy has been hard, but you’ve made it bearable.”

YN frowned slightly and squeezed Alysanne’s hand. “Alysanne. You know you don’t have to keep having children. It’s okay to stop at one point.”

“Oh don't worry about your dear mother, YN.” She waved the girl off and insisted on calling herself the girl’s mother.

And YN did love Alysanne as a mother. But she never called her mother. YN had a mother, and a brother. She remembered her mother clearly and would sometimes hope for the day her mother would come back to her and take her back or would live with her. YN loved her new family but she missed her old one everyday of her life. Alysanne worried about her daughter who drifted off during their conversation.

“Is something wrong YN?” Alysanne asked.

YN shook herself out of it and smiled slightly. “Oh it’s nothing. Just old memories that won’t fade.”

Alysanne kissed her forehead and brought her into a hug. The two spent the afternoon talking and cooing over the new baby. Eventually Jaehaerys found his way into the room and smiled at his girls talking to each other. When he went to hold the new baby himself YN watched him closely and thought of her own father. His face she never remembered. YN thought he must’ve loved her. But unlike her mother he faded away from her memory.

#hotd #yandere targaryen #yandere targaryens #yandere alysanne #good queen alysanne #yandere jaehaerys #jaehaerys targaryen #alyssa targaryen #balerion the black dread #baelon #aemon targaryen #the dragon dancer

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A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None really, chit-chat between some gal pals, some implied bi/pan reader.

A/N: Never fear, best gal Layla is here! Also the Hippo-Mama!

And I totes recommend reading the Hobby Headcanons that @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction wrote on the boys! I plan on implementing them all! (Also read all their other things, their Nathan Bateman shit is *insert Paccha meme here*) I need to read up on American football because frankly I have no clue how sports worked since I played soccer and baseball as a kid, before I write about Marc's lest I sound like some plebeian who's guessing everything lmao

Taglist: @bad4amficideas @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @lokisremainingsanity

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Chapter 5:

Old Friends

You were minding your own business, cleaning up the mess of tossed books that a couple was oh so kind enough to allow their child to scatter.

You hoped you'd never see them again. While they sat at the nook, sipping coffee and eating the muffins, their child was running around, causing havoc and destroying your beautiful, well-organized shop. Oh, your poor shop…

The couple weren't happy when you charged them for the books their son had ripped up and destroyed beyond salvage, the books he colored in.

Yeah, you really hoped they would never come back.

You looked at your burned hand with a frown. It had been a few days since you hurt yourself, and while painful, the burn wasn't actually that bad. Some aloe, some ice… And it started to clear up after the first day, the blisters receding quickly. You flexed your fingers and tilted your head, curiously wondering if your soulmate could feel the burns, as well. When the thought crossed your mind, you pulled up your sleeve and looked at the mark on your wrist, checking to see which moon would be full today.

The bottom right one. It had been that one a lot, lately.

The bell to the front door dinged, and you straightened up, mentally preparing yourself for the forced smile you were going to have to put on, now.

You cleared your throat and spun around, broom in hand, looking at the woman who just walked in.

She was beautiful. Her tanned skin complimenting her dark eyes and mass of wavy curls. She smiled at you, a bit more genuine.

"Oh! Hello, welcome to Here Today Books." You say politely. "Can I help you?"

"You look like you need it more, sister." She sighed, smiling sympathetically, nodding to the pile of ruined books you now had to put into recycling. Her accent was… it wasn't American, like yours. It sounded similar, but her words had some kind of twinge to them.

"Ah, yeah… a couple and their lovely child were my most recent patrons." You joke dryly.

"Ah, a little tornado, huh?" She snorted, shaking her head.

"Yep. For sure." You sigh, giving her a new, more genuine smile. "Now, were you looking for anything in particular today?"

"Oh, actually, a friend told me about this place, and I was curious." She mused.

That… took you by surprise. People actually talk about your store? Like, as in tell other people about it? This was news, for sure.

"O-oh?" You blink.

"Yeah, he said you made good muffins and tea. I'm more of a coffee fan in the morning, myself, though. Tea is more of a night thing." She chuckled.

You tilt your head at her, gears in your brain whirling.

"Are you friends with Steven Grant, by any chance?" You ask.

She laughs. "Yes! I'm Layla. Layla el Faouly." She holds out her hand for you to shake, and you, without thinking, extend your healing hand.

She shakes it gingerly, her eyes focused on the rosy skin like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"That… looks like it hurt." She said.

"Oh, this? I was just dumb and grabbed a hot pan without thinking." You said, examining your hand casually.

"Oh… Yeah, that's not good for you, y'know?" Layla joked softly.

"Yeah, not the worst pains I've ever had, trust me." You reply. "Now, uh… are you looking for a book? Or after some of the coffee? Or my muffins?"

"Oh! I think I'll just explore a bit, if that's all right with you." Layla said with a nod.

"Oh, I don't mind! If you need anything, just holler!" You wave at her as she disappears into the shelves.

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"You saw it?" Layla muttered softly to herself; or more accurately, to the giant hippo-woman clad in gold and jewels standing next to her, only visible to her eyes.

"Yes, yes I did. Didn't Marc mention that he had phantom pains in that same hand?" Taweret chuckled.

"Yeah. I mean… It could be coincidence, but…"

"You should talk to her. The poor dear looks dreadfully lonely." Taweret sighed, looking even more gargantuan as she peers at the contents of the shelves pressing down around her, her cute little ears flickering back and forth.

She picked up a book on psychology, finding it suddenly terribly interesting, her eyes widening as she scans the pages faster than a human ever could.

"I will. If we're right about our assumption, then, maybe we can… I don't know…"

"Play matchmaker?" Taweret giggles.

Layla softly smiles, not paying attention to the open book in her hands as she chuckles.

"Yeah. We can play matchmaker."

"Oh, let's just see how this plays out first, m'love?" The goddess giggled.

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Layla wanders to the front of the store, two hardback romance novels in her hands and you smile as you restock some old sci-fi novels into your discount rack.

They were the kind of romance novels with the covers reminiscent of oil paintings, the pretty ones. Not the stupid photoshopped ones that are being printed nowadays.

"Find something you like?" You chuckle.

She waves the books with a wide grin, "I've actually been looking for these copies for ages. At one of the places I was working, some jerk stole them from my locker."

"Oh gods, that is horrible!" You gasp. Why would anyone steal books?! At most, those particular novels, even new, only went for a few pounds!

"I know, right! They were autographed and everything!" Layla groaned.

You felt even more offended on her behalf. If those books were autographed and authentic, they would go for actually a decent sum for a collector online...

"That's even worse than just stealing a regular copy!" You clucked.

Layla wiggled the books in her hands. "But, hey! You have hardback copies, and in very good condition. Mine were old, beat up paperbacks!"

"Well, I'm more than happy that you found them!" You grinned widely.

Layla tilted her head to the left slightly, like she had heard something from behind her, and then she looked right at you, eyeing you up and down briefly, as if she were thinking.

You quirked an eyebrow at her in concern.

"Is everything all right?" You ask.

"Hm? Oh! Yes, yes I'm okay! I just have this... thing. The ringing in my ears?" She coughs, abashed.

"Oh! You have tinnitus? I have a booklet or two on medical things that might have something in it for you if you'd like." You chirp helpfully.

Layla put her hand up, chuckling as she declined politely. "Thank you, but no, I'll be okay. It's not constant or anything like that, it's just that I got off a plane the other day and my ears popped and haven't righted themselves yet.."

"Ooooh..." You nod in understanding. "Where'd you fly in from, if you don't mind my asking?"

She smiled. "Cairo."

"That's the accent!" You gasp in realization, pointing at her.

Layla laughed when you blushed and apologized for the outburst.

"It's fine, and yes! How'd you guess?"

"I used to have an exchange student, he would come in here and buy books for his college courses all the time! He was born and raised just outside Cairo." You chuckle.

"Ohh! Interesting." Layla hummed, looking at the books in her hands.

"Hm... you mentioned you had a menu of sorts?"

"Sure!" You lead her over to one of the nooks, and hand her the laminated mini menu you had available.

Her eyebrows raised, impressed at the various items you had available.

"Oh! This is actually nice..."

"Yep! Most of it is made to order by me, so some of it'll take a bit to bake." You grin proudly.

"Oh... well in that case, is it okay if I ask you to keep me some company? If you're not busy? I don't actually have too many friends other than Steven and his... er, brothers and my... uhhh... surrogate mom, so being able to have another woman to chit-chat with would be very welcome..."

To say you were surprised at the offer was an understatement.

"Oh! Uh, sure! I don't... I don't mind!"

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You and Layla clicked very well. You had similar tastes in things like reality TV, romance novels, even skincare routines.

But when she started talking about herself, is when it got interesting. It turns out she had been married to Marc at some point.

She was his ex-wife. The one he told you about.

"I imagine it's kind of awkward for you two, huh?" You remarked.

"Oh, me n Marc? Not at all! We're still good friends, it's just..." Layla set her coffee down, frowning as she tried to think of how to describe it.

"...After a while, whatever we had... like... the spark, I guess? It just... faded. Marc went through a bit of soul searching and after he did that, well..."

They weren't soulmates.

"Ah... I understand." You sighed.

"What about you?" She asked, a small sly smirk playing her lips.

"Oh! Uh... yeah. No. Nothing for me, I'm afraid." You chuckle awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Oh? Nobody special or anything like that? Never kissed someone?"

"Well, I mean, when I was in highschool I kissed a girl on a dare." You sip your own coffee.

"A girl?" Her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Yeah, to be honest I'm not sure what kind of preference I have, because I've never really been attracted to anyone before, but it was... weird. Didn't feel like everyone talked it up to be."

"Ah... so... are you waiting for your soulmate, then?" Layla asked a bit tightly.

"Yeah... I know it's stupid, but..." You say, looking down at the mug in your hands.

"Not really. Who doesn't want to meet the one person that is your other half?" She said, smiling softly in sympathy.

Her finger traced the rim of her cup idly, trying to think of the best way to go about phrasing the next question without being obvious about her suspicions.

"Do you... have any ideas of who it might be?" She finally asked.

You shake your head and shrug. "D'nno. I don't know if it's a man or a woman or... well anybody, really. I don't know what it's supposed to feel like once you meet your soulmate because each bond is different so..."

Layla wanted to scream. She wanted to facepalm, she wanted to smack her head on the table. She wanted to splash her coffee into her face.

Taweret was giggling like mad.

"Not as easy as you assumed it was going to be, eh Little One?" The goddess smiled behind her hand at Layla.

Her eyebrow twitched, knowing full well she couldn't retort without looking insane or revealing her position as Taweret's avatar.

You had to be Marc's (and possibly Steven's and Jake's) soulmate. It was all just too coincidental for her liking.

"Oh! That's... well I hope they're close by!" Layla said, forcing a very strained smile.

How could you and Marc be this thick?!

That fact alone had to mean something.

"That's everyone's hope, isn't it?" You chuckled softly, a small fond smile on your face, a glimmer of sadness in your eyes.

Layla felt sympathy for you in the moment, realizing how terribly lonely you must be feeling. And how much pain.

Especially with Marc and the others doing Khonshu's will.

Taweret seemed to pick the thought out of thin air, so in tune with Layla she could tell by the flash in her eyes what she was thinking about.

"Ohhh! That bloody old bone-head!" She huffed, her nostrils flaring as she crossed her arms, her bottom lip poking out from beneath her muzzle.

"He needs to give those poor boys a break! Especially because whatever happens to them, happens to her!" She gestured to you with her big, yet gentle hands.

Layla cleared her throat.

"Well, uh.... since I've told you about me... why don't you tell me about you? Where were you born, stuff like that?" Layla asked you, still smiling.

"Oh! Me? I'm afraid it's not very interesting." You chuckled dryly.

Layla looked outside as the rain came down in sheets. Not very appealing to walk back to the boys' flat in this weather... especially not for her hair.

"It looks like I've got time, love. Go ahead! We can have some more drinks while we chat."

You smiled a bit wider.

It was nice to have a girl-friend to talk with, again.

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When Steven had woken up, Layla was gone, and Marc and Jake left Steven quite alone in the body, letting him front entirely for the day. She'd left a note on Gus and Co's tank saying she went out for a bit for some fresh air.

Which, quite frankly, Marc said was bullshit because of the weather. Layla wouldn't go out in a monsoon and risk her hair becoming an unmanageable spongy mop that would take forever to dry, unless she was going somewhere very specific.

It was one of the things she complained about the most when they were together, something he thought was amusing. He remembered one time they got caught in a rain after their wedding, and at the hotel she was fussing and muttering under her breath as her wet curls hung over her face, desperately trying to get the dripping mass of hair to dry, glaring at herself in the mirror.

Steven sighed, and made his morning cup of tea and went about his routine. He dusted some, and decided to slip on his apron and play with some recipes he'd found online.

The apron was a bit... "dinky" as Marc had called it. Jake apparently ordered it online when he saw the slightly cartoon'd Egyptian motifs on it and left it as a present for Steven, since his favorite thing to do other than read was to cook (and he was a major Egyptophile).

When he was finished, he'd placed the extra portions in a small container in the fridge for Layla when she returned, in case she was hungry.

Then, he sat down, ate, and read a book while he played some music over the cheap sound system Marc installed.

When Layla returned, she was... dry. Remarkably dry. Her hair was still perky and everything!

She apparently bought an umbrella while she was out, placing it in the holder so no excess water dripped on the floor.

"Ah! Hey Steven." She chuckled, walking up and kissing his cheek, knocking his glasses off to the side as she did, placing her bag on the little table nearby.

"How'd you know?" Steven chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at her.

"Well, aside from the fact you're hunched over like a goblin over a book... the flat smells wonderful. You've obviously been cooking. Not Marc." She grinned.

"Ha!" Steven giggled.

Layla hummed as she set her new purchases on the table, folding the little canvas bag neatly.

Steven's eyebrows shot up when he saw the books.

"Where were you..?" He asked, clearing his throat.

"Oh, y'know... exploring. Went out for a tea..." She grinned at him out of the corner of her still ridiculously beautiful eyes.

"Visited that bookstore you 'n Marc told me about."

Steven fidgeted in his seat.

"O-oh..."

"Mhmm." She tapped her nails on the books' hard covers; she then turned around and crossed her arms, still grinning as she leaned her hips on the table.

"....Why are you looking at me like that? And where did you get that umbrella..?"

"Oh, well..." She shrugged, sighing a bit dramatically, looking elsewhere in the flat for dramatic effect.

She looked back at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Your little girlfriend who owns the bookstore. She really is a sweetheart, she let me borrow it while I'm in town."

"Bloody hell! Layla! It's not like that at all--" Steven sputtered, almost dropping the book in his hand.

She started cackling madly, walking into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

"Ooh! What'dja make?"

Steven made a noise, burying his face in his hands as he tried to hide the faint blush that crept up his face and set up shop in the tips of his ears, knocking his glasses up to his forehead.

"Bloody hell!" He groaned into his palms.

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Chapter 6: Link

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