#A Violent Man

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

A Violent Man

A drabble for @bolontiku and @magellan-88 I hope you hoes are happy. Based on this thread of chaos.

Warnings: Violence, gore, blood, the title says it all

You stood outside the door and listened as flesh connected with flesh in a steady, unflattering rhythm, knowing better than to walk into the room when Loki was working. Working was a euphemism for getting answers when someone in his organization betrayed him, but that didn’t bother you. You’d known who and what he was from the moment you met, and while becoming the woman of a Bratva Pakhan had not been what you imagined, the life wasn’t terrible. As long as you obeyed the rules, he spoiled you and gave you whatever you needed both inside and outside the bedroom. 

Only once did you disobey him. Only once did you walk into a room without knocking. 

Only once. 

The shock of finding him standing over a man tied to a chair, sleeves rolled up, revealing the forearms you loved to admire and the blue tattoos you liked to trace when acting bored, sitting in his lap during meetings in Russian you listened to raptly but pretended not to understand, left you mute. His knuckles were bloody, the man absolutely covered in red, but how pristine Loki was, his white shirt practically glowing in the low light stunned you. And when the light gleamed off the blade in his hand, his eyes on you as he lowered it and carved traitor into the man’s chest, you didn’t wait for an explanation. 

You ran. You ran right out the front door and kept going until your legs gave out. 

He found you huddled on a park bench sometime later, contemplating your life. When he crouched down to look you in the face, there were no words exchanged. He held out his hand, clean of the blood, his shirt pure white, his face just as beautiful as the day you met. 

There were no words needed because his eyes said it all. You were his: body, mind, and soul. You could never run because he would always find you. There was great violence in him, almost more than his body could contain, but for you? For you, there was patience. There was understanding. His hand was offered in forgiveness, not command. 

You were the only person he would ever bend for, but even then, he would only bend so much. 

You took his hand. He swept you into his arms, and without a word, he brought you home. 

Now, a man was always stationed outside the door, but you never forgot to knock again. The lesson was hard learned but deeply ingrained. 

When the door opened, you looked up and smiled. He looked pristine, but a tiny spot of blood stained his collar. 

You touched it, letting him know it was there and he would need to change clothes before placing your hand against his chest. 

His face was granite, his eyes so cold when he worked slowly warmed when he looked at you, ducked his head, and pressed his lips to yours, making your knees weak. 

For such a violent man, his kisses were so very tender.

~The End~

[she-wolf09231982]

Not that this is really important enough to post to any social media platform…but because this is Tumblr and I know some of you are just as weird as I am and would possibly appreciate this…

I’ve been waiting for months for my first Ross McCall dream. He finally arrived last night and not only did he show up, but I also shared a passionate kiss with him that felt real enough for me to instinctively slack my mouth open to allow him to intensify the make out session while actively moving forward in my bed to find his lips 😮‍💨

(I’m a very active dreamer 🤣 and yes, I do talk in my sleep as well)

Ross McCall dreams are now my most favorite dreams. 💚 Best…Dream…Ever

As you were ☺️🫡

[transassdemon]

[My art, don't steal, tag if reposting]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Vanessas and Mikes if they met sooner in FNAF..

[thelostmoongazer]

...Their face darkens. “I told you no weapons.” Narinder’s smile is dripping with their own blood as he laughs and sways, low and maddening. “You said nothing against teeth.” They cannot tell if it’s the drink or the adrenaline that burns heat to the tip of their ears, but blood pools behind their irises with it, and Lambert runs for him again...

TRoD AU and writing belongs to @bamsara

[i-ate-the-rats]

hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about the way ghost doesn't hesitate to start killing shadows when graves betrays them but soap only takes one hostage

you can almost hear the voice in his head telling him it doesn't have to be this way; they can still talk it out

"i'm calling shepherd"

his first instinct when confronted with betrayal is to play it by the books: to go up the chain. that goes against everything we've seen him do. he bucks authority at every chance except for the one time he's confronted with the barrels of his allies' guns

he wants a peaceful resolution; for the first time we've ever seen, he doesn't want violence to be the answer. there has to be another fix, a solution that doesn't end with him killing the same men he's been working with; his friends

nothing's happened yet

it doesn't have to go this way

but ghost has been betrayed before. he knows the way this ends; either with him six feet under or his enemy

he doesn't hesitate

it's only when they knock alejandro out that soap shoots; when they spill the first blood and cross a line they can never come back from

only when ghost orders him to run and he has to cover his retreat

and somewhere along the line, between civilians’ screams and taunting voices, between his shaking breath and ghost steady in his ear, that naivety is stripped away; his trust turned to teeth that he uses to sink into throats of men he'd have given his life for

"be careful who you trust, sergeant; people you know can hurt you the most"

he's learned the price of trust

just like ghost did

but unlike ghost, he has someone to guide him through the aftermath

"good advice, It"

[bigfatbreak]

For the Viceroy AU, how does Tom figure out Gabriel was the one responsible?

[contemplatingenjoyingoutlander]

Although Jamie's motives are usually good, he IS unfortunately also a "violent man." So what he says about himself at the end of episode 701 is true.

Even Master Raymond seemed to realize that at his core, Jamie is "the red man."

As Diana Gabaldon said, the red aura that surrounds Jamie signifies that he is one of the “born warriors.” And a warrior is nothing if not violent.

Although I like your overall take @gotham-ruaidh on this last scene of episode 701, I just want to stress that Jamie has good in him, whether or not Claire is in his life. But I agree that Claire brings out the best in Jamie.

The reality is that Jamie is a very complicated character. I gave up long ago trying to come to grips with his moral ambiguity, because it would be hard to justify many of his actions if he were a real person--especially by today's standards of morality.

But to make an analogy, let's imagine if Jamie were living today, in a poor country run by a despot. Given his fictional history of making and selling illegal liquor, Jamie would be perhaps a "Robin Hood" type of "drug lord." As a drug lord with a bit of a moral compass, Jamie would set aside much of the profit from his drug sales to help others in his impoverished community. Jamie would also perhaps be a drug lord who sometimes clandestinely joins with the rebel forces fighting his country's repressive regime. 

We could all sympathize with such a drug lord--if we ignored the pain of addiction he feeds through his drug sales. But we would have a harder time excusing such a drug lord when he orders (or personally carries out) “hits” against people who hurt his family and friends. We might understand his desire to protect them, but we couldn’t approve of the murders.

So, I prefer to just think of Jamie as a fictional, romantic character, whose behavior I choose to excuse because I love him. Only as a fictional character can I accept that one huge part of him is “Red Jamie"--a part of Jamie that when angered is indeed a “violent.”

redemption

"Any goodness that prevails in me is because of my wife" - Jamie to Lionel Brown, 07x01 "A Life Well Lost"

--

The final scene in 07x01 "A Life Well Lost" shows us who Jamie thinks he is - a vengeful, violent man.

But - but - we know he isn't. Because he has Claire in his life. He did her a service by marrying her, to keep her safe - sacrificing himself in the process (and many times, subsequently). He can be selfish at times, but is selfless when it comes to her.

She brings out the good in him, because she IS the good in him. She is a gift from God in his life. Loving her - always putting her first - is his absolution from God for the dozens and dozens of sins he has committed for her sake, and for the sake of the ones he loves.

Claire is Jamie's redemption.

And he knows it.

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“They are dead because of me, Sassenach. And because of their own wickedness. If there is guilt, let it rest upon them. Or on me.” “Not on you alone,” I said, my eyes still closed…“You’re blood of my blood, bone of my bone. You said so. What you do rests on me, as well.” “Then may your vow redeem me,” he whispered.

– A Breath of Snow and Ashes

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"I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you—then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest."

His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.

"Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well."

-- Dragonfly in Amber

[biblicalhrt]

normalize cuteness aggression against cute guys. let me bite that man

[she-wolf09231982]

Unsolicited Ross McCall Dream Part 2

Had another dream about our boy Ross McCall. If you’ve read my post about my first dream of him I had, I had waited for months and was overly excited to the point of sharing with you guys and I’m here once again to share dream #2 🥰 in case you want to read about my first dream, here ya go! 👇🏼

I was at a crowded bar with people I feel were production and crew members of a movie that Ross was filming at the time and I caught him leading one of the waitresses into the hallway where the bathrooms were so I quickly followed (sensing he was trying to get a quick make out sesh with her so I couldn’t very well allow that!)

As I approach them, he almost lured her into a room until I stepped up, picking her up like a rag doll and placed her back into the hallway and instructing her to “Keep walking.”

Before he can protest, I get real close to Ross, “You want someone who’s older and knows what she’s doing.” I purr to him.

😮‍💨

That caught his attention 😜 Our lips collided as he pulled me into the room…

Then I woke up 💙

I’d say this was about how he looked in the dream 🥰

[bruciemilf]

Protective daddy Thomas Wayne.

No thoughts, only baby Bruce riding on his papa’s shoulders, mind ice cream in his tiny hand, much to Alfred’s utter dismay. “You’re getting so big, bunny! Oh don’t look so salty. He likes it.”

“If he wakes up and likes tigers, shall we commence to that, too?”

“Siberian tigers, sure.”

“T’ger,” Bruce just started speaking and it’s the most adorable and beautiful thing he’s ever heard. Thomas can’t deny himself peppering kisses all over him, and Alfred, too.

His hair shivers.

Carmine Falcone approaches them with a sharp eye. “Thomas Wayne outside and walking. Didn’t think I’d see you. And who’s this?” He’s bad at appearing harmless. Bruce hides behind Thomas’ head, peeking at him through his eyelashes.

Thomas’ radiant smile vanishes in something cold. “My baby.”

“My future competition,” he hums, “Pretty little thing. Like his daddy.”

A flat silence snows over them, and Thomas gently passes his baby boy to a still, smiling that switchblade smile of him.

“Let’s talk, Carmy.”

—

“Listen here, ya rat bastard,” He sneers, smile manic and eyes wide, like a scorned serpent baring its fangs, forearm pressed tight against Carmine’s throat. He watches that little vermin thrash and wheeze.

Thomas’ accent is honeyfire, drawling like a whiskey river and booming like lighting. “You even look at my son again, I swear on my mama’s body, boy, I’ll dig up your piece of shit daddy and make you eat the skin. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Falcone. “

“I swear,” he groans, clawing at Thomas’ arm, but he doesn’t even feel it, that’s how enraged he is. “On my father’s name, I swear.”

“Good. “ A knee to the stomach is unnecessary, yet greatly desired. “Get the fuck off my streets.” And if Alfred watches Thomas hide his bloody knuckles from Bruce while they’re at the park, who’s he to say anything?

[voidheartkisses]

Narinder and Shamura angst

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike is suspicious of Lefty…

[cherrytraveller]

he's gonna fold his obnoxious ass like a lawn chair.

Leon of MNMC by @mutantninjamidlifecrisis

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