#HAWKS BETTER SURVIVE FUCK

[reckless-rider]

Noooo the girls are fighting 😭😭😭

[vaguely-concerned]

shathann fucked up in so many ways with raising taash but she also makes me. so so SO sad. welcome back deeply flawed dragon age mother figures in various shades of 'well. I mean you tried. I guess' (from 'not at all' to 'I can see what you thought you were going for at least' as appropriate) we tango once more

[revvethasmythh]

real talk, but every time i see someone say they left hawke in the fade instead of specifically alistair and the reasoning is "i think hawke is more likely to survive" i'm like. are you deranged. because if i'm weighing the odds of survival (instead of acknowledging someone is going to die) then why the FUCK would i leave known underdog scrapper, woman best known for killing-a-qunari-that-one-time who (lovingly) did NOT succeed at almost anything she tried instead of *checks notes* dragon-blooded bastard son of the king skilled veteran grey warden who was instrumental in killing an archdemon that has had "Main Character Energy" tattooed on his forehead since the day he was born? like, if we're PLAYING the 'who could survive this' game, the answer is alistair. don't make me laugh

[summer-sapphic]

Hi I'm mad

[attractthecrows]

retconning stroud out of the deep roads so i can shove laure amell and the hawke siblings and varric and anders all into the same little camp. they would all have such a bad time

[dolche-tejada]

You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously

Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.

Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.

Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !

Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.

And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.

Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.

And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he have Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.

Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.

There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :

Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.

Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.

And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhage…

As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.

Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best he could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dust…

Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.

A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.

And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.

Clearly not the same as with the heroes...

Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.

[bynux]

"don't vote for Harris or you're supporting genocide" "voting blue is still voting for fascists" Then what else do you expect us to do?

Here are some options y'all seem to insist on and why they're fucking stupid:

Vote Third Party :: Until we have ranked-choice voting (and probably even if we did have ranked-choice voting), it is practically impossible to make a 3rd-party candidate viable. There's not enough of the population that's far enough from moderate to give up their "safe" blue vote for some "revolutionary."

Don't Vote At All :: I'd prefer to pick my enemy. If I'm going to be working in spite of the government, or even against it in some ways, I'd rather the people I'm working against not already be targeting me for being queer, for example. If my options are "bad" or "much, much worse" I'm gonna pick "bad" and try to improve things from there.

Violent Revolution :: It's a cosplay power fantasy in the same vein as the Right-wingers looking for a reason to shoot protesters. Assuming you even have enough people organized and enough firepower to pull that off in the first place…have you prepared a plan to keep the innocents alive and safe? Are you sure you can keep supply chains for food and medicines intact? Are you sure there will be resources available for the disabled, the scared, the young and old, those who won't be able to fight and still need to be taken care of? Turns out revolution is ugly and causes a lot of undue collateral damage. Are the lives "saved" really going to outweigh those whose lives will be upended and destroyed? It's not like a newly-toppled, unorganized country will be able to do anything about Israel/Gaza, so you're just hurting and killing far more people than you're saving.

As for the power you do have to better things (and make Leftism more viable as a political stance in the US)?

Work at the level of your local government. If you're in a small enough town or neighborhood and think you have what it takes, run for local office. Be a local face of the left wing; you're far more likely to sway a small town to your views than the whole country, and each small town with a socialist-leaning government is a dot on the map for larger-scale viability, and you can help keep your community safe while trying to build up in scale.

Build community so we can keep each other safe if worse does come to worst. Push mutual aid initiatives, help at food banks, grow produce to donate to those in need, apply to work at your local free clinic, empower local businesses whenever possible so that if there is a socioeconomic collapse, you and those you love aren't left completely without resources.

Protest, and make it disruptive. You can be disruptive without being violent: graffiti, blocking roads, encampments, sit-ins, to name a few examples. Create inconveniences so it gets people's attention whether they like it or not.

Above all, FUCKING VOTE BLUE. You're choosing your enemy. You get to help decide if the government we're working in spite of is run by milquetoast neoliberal war hawks who do, on some rare occasions, actually make things marginally better…or full-tilt Christo-fascists who want to kill some of us for kissing people with the same genitals as us. There aren't any other options that are going to be picked. It sucks, but at the bare minimum we can pick the option that isn't going to actively murder us while we try to build up viability for a candidate who won't sell out brown people to an ethnostate.

If you aren't doing at least one of the things above, then don't lecture me about how I keep myself and my community safe. I'd love to see a United States (or some future iteration of it) that acknowledges the sovereign rights of indigenous peoples, that doesn't fund genocide, that provides healthcare as a basic human right, that doesn't meddle in every other country's business. But if we are to see that, let alone help that happen, we need to survive this next presidential administration.

Edit: y'all have lost reblog privileges. If you wanna screenshot this and have stupid unnuanced opinions OFF of my post, be my guest. Just leave me tf alone.

[disaster-writer]

can I request a hawks in heat dubcon?

Thank you for the request!

Warnings: NSFW, Dubcon, breeding kink

_

When your pro-hero boyfriend of almost a year, the man that you had fallen absolutely head over heels for in just a month of dating, had sat you down to explain one of the side effects of his quirk, you didn’t know what to think.

Honestly, you thought he was joking.

You had stared at him blankly as he explained this odd biological instinct that took over every first week of Spring ever since he hit puberty.

Spring meant mating season.

”So… you’re going to go into heat or something? Like an animal?” You had asked skeptically, not quite knowing if this was some weird prank. 

But the uncharacteristic blush on his face when he looked away from you bashfully told you it was the truth, “Yes… like an animal.”

After that you had agreed to be there to help him through it. 

He had warned you that he’d be more aggressive than usual, which at the time hadn’t bothered you. You always liked when he treated you roughly in bed, manhandling you as if you weighed nothing and fucking you within a breadth of unconsciousness.

But not like this.

This Keigo was not the Keigo you came to love.

He fucked you like a stranger, reducing you down to your anatomy as he babbled nonsensically about knocking you up. He became more beast than man.

The heat or whatever you would call it had started in the early hours of the morning, waking you up to the painful stretch of his cock being shoved into your unprepared entrance and he had been relentless. His refractory period had become nonexistent, he hadn’t softened once no matter how much he had came that day.

Even now, into the late hours of the night where he had finally fallen asleep, he was still in you— still hard.

You trembled in the vice like grip he had on your body as he quietly snored behind you. Your vision was completely obstructed by one red wing that acted as a wall… a barricade.

You sniffled as the tears clung, sticky against your cheeks.

You couldn’t do this, couldn’t handle the painful way he fucked you with zero thought of your comfort or making sure you came at all. 

You didn’t want this man— this animal, touching you anymore.

You needed a break at the very least.

Ever so gently and slowly, you begun climbing out of his embrace, stilling at every hitch and change in his breath as you pulled his arm from around you and slipped under the red wing in front of you, his cock slipping out of you with a wet sound that made you cringe.

You almost collapsed the second your feet met the floor.

You wasted no time, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor and slipping it on as you limped out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the bathroom.  

With a soft ‘click’ you locked the door.

Flicking the lights on you came face to face with your own reflection. Your hair had become a knotted, tangled mess from how much he pulled on it throughout the day, your scalp still throbbing dully. 

The rest of you wasn’t much better. The skin of your throat and chest had been bitten and sucked raw, pulling up the t-shirt you now wore revealed little bruises scattered throughout from his fingertips. 

But the worst was the mess between your legs. He had cum so much and refused to let you clean it. The mess was mostly dried now, tinged a pinkish red with blood.

You felt disgusting and everything hurt.

Collapsing onto the toilet seat, you reached for a wet wipe and began to gingerly clean yourself up, fresh tears now making their way down your cheeks.

It had been only one day, you weren’t sure you could survive another, let alone a week.

It may be best to cut your losses, leave and go home or stay with a friend in case he decides to look for you. When this was all over you could apologize and explain you weren’t cut out for this mating season of his.

That’s what you wanted to do, it was what you were going to do if it wasn’t for the sound of the doorknob being tried.

Your eyes shot open, body seizing as you stared at the doorknob.

”Chickadee, what are you doing in there?” He asked, continuing to rattle the doorknob.

”Um— I just needed to pee!” You yelped.

”I was supposed to keep you all plugged up for the night, I’m gonna have to fill you up again— open the door.” His fist met the door with a loud bang.

You jumped as a chill ran down your spine— this was not Keigo.

”Jus’ gimme a second!” You called out, hurriedly cleaning up what you could before quickly tossing the dirtied wipes out.

You were just about to get up and answer the door when an audible ‘crack’ came from the doorknob.

He broke the lock.

He was barreling through the door, wings twitching behind him as they expanded once inside, nearly taking over the entire room.

He stood completely naked before you, cock standing stiffly, the head of his cock flushed a bright red as he leaked pre-cum. 

The look in his eyes was crazed. Black pupils completely swallowed up his golden irises as he stared at you.

Well… staring at you was an overstatement as his eyes were glued to the very place you covered with the t-shirt, shielding your battered cunt from his prying eyes.

An irritated flap of his wings had you staring at them in fear. His wings had only ever made you feel safe in the past but since this morning they seemed to have a mind of their own, stretching out and commanding as much space as they possibly could, twitching and flapping unpredictably.

You were terrified. 

You felt so small sitting there as your boyfriend stared down at you.

The silence dragged on for far too long, only being interrupted by the flaps of his wings.

The blood rushed in your ears.

“Come back to bed,” he commanded, eyes never leaving the space between your thighs.

”B-but—“

His wings flapped, seemingly to stretch out farther than you’ve ever seen. Red feathers blocked the light bulbs, drowning the room in red light.

Your heart thundered.

He stretched an open hand out towards you.

You stared at it warily, but another irritated twitch of his wings had you placing your hand in his.

He had your face shoved into a pillow less than five minutes later, hips snapping painfully against your ass as his cock kissed your cervix causing a paralyzing pain to wrack throughout your body as he continued his earlier babbles from today.

“Gonna—Gonna fill you up again— all nice and full, not gonna waste a single drop this time Chickadee. Pretty little cunt needs it, she needs my cum. Gotta make you all nice and round with my baby bird.”

You cried into the pillow, wetting it with your tears and drool, praying to whatever that was out there that you could make it out of this week in one piece.

[rennybu]

AAAAUHG.. so many things come to mind so i will start with... i like to imagine he and Fenris are the same height :') (5'11"). This got a bit long but i'm always happy to talk about this guy!!!!!!!!! @trebuchet151

he's got a big garnet signet ring with the Amell family crest carved in it, and that's about the only recognizable thing that denotes his lineage... he has always liked stamping wax seals on letters with it!!! he's a ring guy generally, he likes mixing and matching stones and metal.

his hands are very scarred and rough from reckless casting, and especially casting fire magic without a staff (in a pinch).

He has a heart tattooed on his ring finger for Fenris :') their wedding was very. Andraste as the witness, on the road, impulsive. Vows for themselves, nothing legally binding. Fenris has a plain gold band on a red cord somewhere on his person at all times.

his testosterone is taken via oral tincture, some kind of oil solution he takes drops of daily. like a mild and highly personalized potion recipe! it's the only reason he sometimes needs a home base or shop to set up in, to prepare a big batch. He stores it in little glass vials he collects from trinket shops. Malcolm found the recipe for him after he came out in his tweens.

Bethany is kind of sainted in his mind, when he's exasperated or stunned he might utter an "oh Bethany" (in the tone of "are you seeing this shit") rather than an "oh Maker"

He struggles a lot with empathy, in that he frequently can logically recognize when he should feel for another person's situation, and yet finds himself unmoved. He will deliberately go out of his way to care for others, sometimes more than is needed, to try to make up for what he perceives as a personal flaw. This is how he ended up like a wrung out mouldy rag, emotionally, by the end of DA2.

His spell class is fucking terrifying, he has a lot of mana and not much hp, but is really reckless about his reserves. He combines force magic with fire magic, trapping foes and incinerating them, and sometimes leaving himself winded in the wake of too much magical exertion at once.

he's pretty spry and strong but doesn't have a great constitution. He tires out quickly in fights, hence trying to end them explosively and quickly.

Was briefly stalked by a sloth demon, perhaps around Act 2, and passed a very "get off my doorstep" homebrew harrowing as a result. Burnt it out of his shadow and got some spring back in his step, around roughly the same time he recognized his feelings for Fenris, settled into his role as Hawke within Kirkwall, etc. He Killed Dysphoria, Forever!!!

His love for Merrill makes him very "blood magic is okay", he loves her worldview and wisdom about its use, but his upbringing prevents him from extending that grace to himself. He was forced to use blood magic in his duel against the Arishok in order to survive it!!! Angst. Hates himself quite badly for this. Until Merrill is like "why are you special" and he's like ooohh. I get it

We all kno Hawke goes thru hell but I love reflecting on Orson's arc from early family life to Now/post-DA:I, he found closure among his friends and family and was able to fully remove himself from a public leadership role and is doing much better for it. He's a bit of an anarchist i guess, jack of all trades with a pretty rigid set of personal morals that sometimes forces him to act outside the law. He's very grey market, hard to contact, arrive in the nick of time.

He and Fenris do not ever shut up around each other. Two dudes who talk about fuck all, very intelligently. If you see Fenris in the wild, Orson is probably around, too. They love hunting Venatori and only sometimes get in the way of other spy/subterfuge activities.

he smells like BRITTLE sun-baked wood, with a hint of oily herbal medicine.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Hihi!! Can I request (platonic) Jeff, Ben and Toby having an older brother-like relationship with a new teen/child!reader that’s been taken in by slender who has a habit of running off on adventures, climbing things they aren’t supposed to climb, never turning down a challenge no matter how dangerous or dumb, getting in trouble a lot, etc (except they survive every time somehow?? Who knows why.) please and thank u :) have a lovely day!!

Protective big brother figures, here we come.

BEN:

Honestly, at his extremely old man age (of 28), he doesn't have the energy for this. BEN does his absolute best to look after you and keep his eyes on you, but he finds that to be challenging when you're constantly on the move. He finds it's better off that he just goes into your phone so he can be with you while you're running around doing stuff, so he can yell at you through the speakers to not pet that animal because it's extremely dangerous, don't try and climb that plant because it's poisonous, and do NOT challenge those demons to a fight, they WILL beat your ass. He feels like he'd have a heart attack if he wasn't already dead, but he keeps his eyes on you and proves to be a good big brother figure, just as he did for several other residents of the mansion. If you ever do get in trouble, he's quick to leave your phone and help you out, and shockingly, lectures you just like Slender always lectures them. He cares for you a great deal, and he doesn't want you to get gravely injured, especially with how dangerous the Underworld is, so he accompanies you whenever you're out and about. It gets him out of the mansion for a change, which is nicer than he'll admit to, and it allows him to keep watch over you, to the best of his abilities. Keeping you safe and happy is his biggest priority, and he does a damn good job of doing both of those things. 

Jeff:

Jeff has always been protective over Liu and everyone dear to him, but that really gets kicked up a notch with you. The man watches you like a hawk, because he knows the second he takes his eyes off of you you're gonna run off and do something stupid again. Jeff is tall and pretty damn muscular from all of his training, so if he physically has to hold you back or carry you away from something he will, and you aren't gonna get out of his hold. He honestly starts threatening to wrap you up in layers of bubble wrap before you leave the house every day, and if you seem particularly mischievous one day, he trails after you, knowing if he doesn't you're gonna come home with some form of injury. Jeff is honestly a good big brother figure, because despite the bullshit he gets up to, he never encourages it, and he never does it around you, and he's pretty damn good at getting you to relax quite a bit. He still lets you have fun, of course, but he hates seeing the people he cares for in dangerous situations, or constantly getting hurt, so he shows you some tough love. Jeff is honestly shocked at how much like Slender he starts to seem around you, in a good way at least. He gets better at explaining why you shouldn't be doing something, and he gets better at pushing you to put all your energy into more reasonable things. He's not perfect, of course, but he's a pretty damn good big brother. 

Toby:

Toby, for the first time in his life, understands why Tim is always so fucking frustrated with him. You're exactly how Toby was when he first came to the mansion, and while he didn't see anything wrong with his behavior then, when it comes to the possibility of you getting hurt, or worse, he finally understands why Tim was always yelling at him for doing stupid stuff. While Toby still does stupid stuff, he tries to encourage you to do safer stupid stuff. If you wanna climb something, climb one of the trees safely on the mansion's grounds, instead of a tree directly next to a cliff. If you're gonna accept a challenge, at least make sure it's something you can do successfully, because he swears if he has to watch you get hurt from doing something you know is dumb one more time he's gonna blow a gasket. Toby teaches you the art of putting your chaotic energy into safer means, and while you still get in trouble every now and then, you come back to the mansion with far fewer injuries, and you seem much happier, now that you have your big brother Toby looking out for you and partaking with you. Tim teases the fuck out of Toby now though, because Toby will always come home with you and sigh in exhaustion, giving Tim a look that says he finally understands, and Tim says he deserves it to make up for everything he did to Tim and Brian.

[jackdaniel69nice]

The extremely fucked up way Jin was just a mentally ill person with to much power trying to protect his friends and hawks killed him and the reality that if tokoyami had been a villain he would of filled the same roll and hawks would have killed him too.

Tokoyami reading the league of villains book and realizes this but instead of being afraid really he still justifies it as logical and how he would do the same thing. There’s a reason he picked to be a hero, there is security of being on the side of the people in power. He genuinely worries about being killed by a hero if he loses control and has been since he was young. By joining their ranks and befriending them that is like a safety net. I just know this poor kid always thinks of the world in terms of survival, like he’s stuck in constant fight or flight. If the HPSC wasn’t overhauled he would still be worried. I just know he persisted so much with getting to know hawks because of that fear (no one better to back you up than a high ranking hero), and it really payed off.

[misguidedasgardian]

Wild Cats (part III)

III. A leader worth following

MASTERLSIT

Summary: The bigger, the better, the most dangerous 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injuries, cannibalism, creepiness, murder, might miss some warnings. 

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I want to say that the reader will make a lot of movie references and phrases and the sort, its because since she is not from the US, she learned “the language” by watching movies and series, jeje. Also, she is a carnivore. 

“So you all agree? we’re going to this Terminus thing?”, asked Daryl. You were not convinced, but you didn’t want to voice your concerns either

“We think its worth to check it out”, said Rick

Since the events of that night, there was something different about Rick, and you could understand it, they had touched his cub. But he had this feral look to him. You barely knew him, and you could tell he was going through something.

He seemed like he was pulling out of the group, so did Michonne, the one that was looking at you like a hawk was the new guy -at least for you-, Daryl.

He was… hard to read

He and Rick both, from what you could gather, went down the longest, friends, more even, a certain bond beyond friendship existed between the both, and judging by the kind of world you now lived in, you guessed a bond made of blood, guts and shots. And those were proving to be quite strong. Survival

Because of how he spoke, you guessed he was what they called a redneck, sometimes it was hard for you to follow his words, because of his accent, but he seemed… good… but not to you though

He looked like he hated you, you felt watched all the time, and sometimes when you’d ask something he would answer harshly. You understood it, you did, this was a fucked up world, and, well… it did seem like they had been through hell.

You were surprised to find out you were still… sensitive like that, that you cared that much that he looked at you like you were the most idiotic thing left on the planet.

But you did save him from a brutal ass-kicking, so you felt like the lack of trust was a bit much, and a bit harsh.

The train tracks you were following were across a forest, it was autumn, and all the leaves were left on the floor. It was a pretty sight, if you had your phone, you’d snap a picture of it. 

The tracks were sure to disappear in a few years in the midst of nature, but still, you followed them. You walked for half a day, with remote conversations, until. You walked until you saw an old wooden post, and sign on the floor, it could be barely read

“Terminus, sanctuary for all”, said Rick, almost mockingly.

“We are getting er’ before sundown”, muttered Daryl, “we’re close”

“Now we head through the woods, we don’t know who they are”, muttered Rick, you all nodded, an decided to abandon the small tracks to sneak in through the forest 

Rick did not believe in this sanctuary, if they ask you, you really wanted to do so, you wanted to believe you could finally be safe, although the idea of meeting even more people unnerved you. Gods how antisocial you were.

“Hey new girl”, Daryl called you, and you realized you had been standing there as they headed towards the woods

“Sorry”, you muttered, following them close

“Are you alright?”, asked Rick, you barely nodded, “If you don’t want to go, I can’t make you”, he said slowly

“I do”, you assured him, “it’s just… weird”, you had a weird feeling, like a lump on your throat or something like that. You didn’t know if it was nervousness because something good was going to happen, or something bad.

“We just want to see if our people is there”, said Rick, “if they are, we will see what to do”, you nodded

You should be excited, for sanctuary, but you’ve come to realize, if something was too good to be true, it probably was. You kept walking through the woods, in parallel to the train tracks, or you thought you were, luckily these guys had a much better sense of directions than you.

“Do you think your people are there?”, you asked shyly

“If we are being hopeful”, muttered Daryl, he was looking at you, you looked at him back, he hummed and kept walking, you did the same.

He got you all nervous and you didn’t even know why.

As the archer had said, the sun was still on the horizon when you reached the fence, and a huge building came into view. 

“Let’s spread out, watch for a while, see what we see, and get ready, stay close”, command Rick, and you all obeyed him. You all spread out, Daryl and you went together as Michonne went with Carl the other way.

You kept eyeing the building so much you tripped.

“Can you be more careful?”, he snapped

“Sorry, I thought I saw something”, you whispered, he eyed you angrily and you tried your best to ignore it. The building was far, pretty far, you couldn’t see anything and that unnerved you, if it was said sanctuary wouldn’t you be able to see some movement?

“Don’t lie”, he grumbled

“Yes you are right”, you discussed, “is the lack of something that’s unnerving me”, you said, eyeing the building

“What ya’ mean?”, he asked

“I can’t see anything, either it’s deserted or it's a trap”, you mumbled, he only hummed, you felt his gaze on you again, and again, he made you so, so nervous. 

You walked far enough that you could see around, and still, you couldn’t see anything. 

“Let’s go back”, he grumbled, at least, you thought, he was talking to you and wanted to keep you around, you’d think he would just walk away from you, but he didn’t, that had to be something, right?

“Sure”, he wouldn’t walk behind him, he’d walk by your side of behind you, you thought that maybe he didn’t want to turn his back to you

You met again with Michonne, Carl and Rick in the same point, you arrived just as Rick was burying a duffel bag with weapons

“Just in case”, he muttered, as he used his hands as a rake to place dirt on top of it. You looked at “Terminus”. The word alone made you nervous. Even though it was probably used -in this case- to depict the end of the train tracks, you couldn’t help but notice its symbolism 

They only had to look at each other to know what they were supposed to be doing, and you just followed shortly after. 

You climbed up the fence, and jumped into the terrain of the train terminal. 

You sneaked into the nearest building, one of the biggest ones, you followed Daryl closely, who had taken the lead, je looked like he knew what he was doing, so you were comfortable in doing so. You went in through the backdoor, ended up in a big aisle, there was a door to your left down the hall. From where you stood you could tell this was a big warehouse, where what looked to be the center of operation was being run. The voice of a woman was louder than any others, she was speaking as she was sending a message through the radio, and she probably was. You crossed the door to the big space where you could see on the inside. 

“...Those who arrive survive… Terminus… sanctuary for all communities…”, the woman interrupted herself when they saw you coming in. The rest of them turned around to meet you, they were like six of them, all on the young side. 

One of them immediately gives a few steps forwards, claiming the leadership of the group of course.

“I bet Andre is in the perimeter watch”, he said mockingly, “are you here to rob us?”

“No, we wanted to see you before you saw us”, said Rick. You were still on guard, you’d thought this was going to be… different… for some reason, there was something that unnerved you about this place. 

“Makes sense”, said this guy, there were like six people in there, all young looking, “well, we usually do this where the tracks meet, but… Welcome to Terminus”, he said, he looked incredibly bored, “I’m Gareth, and you lot look like you had been in the road for a while”

“We have”, said Rick, “I’m Rick, this is Carl, Daryl, Michonne, and (y/n)”, the silence was tense, they were weary of you, and you were weary of them, but this guy was… just… already annoying 

“You are nervous we get it! we were all the same way”, he said, “we came here for sanctuary”, he said, “is that what you are here for?”

“Yes”, said Rick

“Well, you found it”, another young guy came forwards, “this is Alex”, he said, presenting a friend of his, “I promise you the welcome wagon it's just so much nicer on the front, he will take you there, but first, I need to see those weapons, so put them in the floor in front of you”

You looked at Rick, you all did, he barely nodded, and agreed. You dropped your ax and your gun in front of you.

Gareth approached you, you took a step back but he just checked you

“I would like to see the other guy”, the jackass Alexx said when he looked at Daryl’s beat up face. Like he hasn't been beaten to an inch of his life

“You wouldn’t”, he just said shortly. 

“Did they deserve it?”, asked Gareth, as Carl was sporting some injuries on his neck too.

“Yes”, said Carl shortly. They finished with the firsking and you were relieved it was over, they stood in front of your group again

“Well, don’t do anything stupid, because we are not stupid”, said Gareth, “so as long as you don’t everything will be fine”, you picked your arms back again, it was incredible that you felt like naked without it. You hanged your Ax from your special belt, and your gun in your holster 

You followed the guy out of the warehouse.

“How long has this palace been here?”, asked Daryl, as you walked down a hallway into the outside. 

“From almost the start”, Alex said, “when all other camps started to get overrun people started finding this place, think it was instinct you know? follow a path”, he kept mumbling things, but you didn’t care, you looked all around you as you reached a common open space in between the buildings.

There was this sweet-looking older woman serving a barbecue, good, you were hungry, but as the smell hit you you knew there was something wrong. It smelled strange, like… sweet? like nothing you had tried before and that made you uneasy, although it looked kind of good.

You kept looking and saw there were some tables and chairs, all looking nice and pretty. It looked like a normal hipsters backyard in the middle of New York or something, like in the movies. There were some people there, instinctively you looked to the rooftops and couldn’t see anyone else. 

“I see you went through the backdoor, smart”, said the woman, rotating some pieces of meat, “You’ll fit right in here”, all of these people had a weird attitude, like… tired? unsurprised? Bored? you didn’t know how to explain it

“Mary, can you fix them a plate please?”. You weren’t the only one nervous, Rick had stayed a bit back, and Daryl was watching everything like a hawk.

“Why do you receive people here?”, asked Michonne. Your group was weary of strangers, and they had every right to be, you were too, you even surprised yourself by joining this unusual gang. 

“The more people we have, the stronger we become”, the Alex-guy mumbled some other things, but again, your stomach turning rather from hunger or nervousness wouldn’t let you pay much attention. 

The lady served you paper plates with the nice looking meat.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but can you tell me what this is?”, you asked her. But she didn’t get to answer. Rick slapped the plate off your hands and Carl’s, and grabbed Alex, placing him in front of him, sneaking an arm around his throat and pointing his gun at his head.

All of you jumped like springs, Daryl was already pointing his crossbow, and you grabbed your gun as well, pointed it at the woman.

“Where the hell did you get this watch?”, he asked, referring to a silver pocket watch this dude had on his hand. You were all pointing now as things got heated, even Carl. The people that were a bit far also were armed, as they grabbed their guns and pointed them back at you

“Dude!”

“Where did you get this watch?”, asked Rick again.

“You want answers? take the gun down!”, he implored, as he raised his hands. Rick was unhinge looking right now. 

“I see your men on the roof with a sniper rifle”, you looked up and there he was, “how good is his aim? WHERE DID YOU GET THE WATCH?”

“I took it from a dead guy! didn’t think he’ll need it!”, he mumbled something else

“What about the riot gear? the poncho?”, you followed his eyesight and, this didn’t look good. Oh gods…

“We got the riot gear from a dead cop!”, Gareth shows up again, and you decide to point your gun at him, “the poncho from a cloth line”

“Gareth we can wait!”, said the hostage 

“Shut up”, demanded Rick, tightening his hold on Alex, “you talk to me”, demanded from Gareth

“You don’t trust us anymore, so why bother?”, asked Gareth, there was something infuriating about him, he seemed so calm, this dude had seen things

“WHERE ARE OUR PEOPLE?”, asked Rick again, clearly angry, you looked at both Daryl, Michonne and Carl and they were all pointing at a different person with their weapons. 

Hell broke loose, a man sneaked up behind Rick, he turned and they just shot the human shield, and your group started shooting as well.

All went to hell. Shots began falling upon you from above, you shot at him, at the sniper, but you didn’t think you hit him as Daryl grabbed you by the arm and encouraged you to run. You all did, you ran back to where you came in, but the guy on the roof just started shooting in the groups to make you stop, so you turned and ran the other way, together.

Soon all the people had vanished but the men on the roof, shooting you from above.

You sneaked in through a building, but at every corner and every turn, everything was getting closed on your wake, doors and garage doors, and heavy metal floodgates. 

You finally could see a door you could enter through, to hide yourself from the snipers, and you did. You came inside what looked like a sanctuary, candles lit everywhere, writing on the walls. 

“What the hell is this place?”, asked Daryl, finally releasing you, as he stole the words from your tongue, as you were going to ask the same.

“These people… I don’t think they want to kill us”, muttered Michonne

“No, they were aiming at our feet”, said Rick

“What do they want us for?”, you asked. Reading the words on the walls, TRUST NO ONE, NEVER FORGET, NEVER AGAIN and other strange missives. “Rob us?”, you saw them exchange looks but didn’t answer, it was like they were in on a secret. 

two of the three doors of the space closed right in your face

“THERE!”, screamed Rick, there was only one door available to exit, and you took it quickly.

Outside you were met with more gunshots. But still, there was a perimeter fence ahead and you ran towards that, and just when you thought you had freed yourself, five men showed up from the bushes, heavily armed and pointing straight at you

You were cornered, and screwed, as you stopped, so did the gunshots.

“DROP YOUR WEAPONS NOW!”, commanded Gareth, appearing from the building, there were at least five snipers on the roof, five other men behind you. “NOW!”, he said again. And you did, you didn’t have any choice. You left your gun and Ax on the floor right in front of you. And raised your hands. You all did. 

“Ring leader! go to your left! train car, go!”, you looked that way and indeed there was a train car with the letter “A” painted on it. Rick hesitated, “You do what we say, the boy ends up with you, you don’t… the kid dies and you go anyways”, you knew he looked like a little bitch. Rick began to walk.

“Now the archer”, he said calmly, and Daryl did as he was told too, shooting you a look, “now the Samurai”, he said, Michone started moving too, and it wasn’t until she was half way there, that he called for you, “now the viking”, you frowned but did as you were told, you walked until you were behind Michonne, “stay in front of the door, Ringleader, Archer, Samurai, Viking… in that order”

“MY SON!”, demanded Rick

“Go kid”, he mumbled, “now Ringleader, open the door, and enter the wagon”

“I’ll go with him!”, he counterattacked, as Carl had not reach you yet

“Don’t make us kill him now”, you didn’t like how that “now” sounded. So you were done for? Now or later these sickos were going to try and kill you. 

Rick opened the door, and entered the space, so did Daryl, Michonne and then you, followed by Carl, it was dark in there, and empty. The door got closed and locked after Carl. It was only when your eyes adapted that you could see some human figures on the other side.

“Rick?”, a man came walking slowly, and then a woman. It was dark, but in front of the light that sneaked through the closed door you could see his face, or sort of. Every second that passed your eyes adapted more and you could define seven other people inside.

“You are here!”, said Rick. Both groups looked at eachother curiously, cautiously. Rick threw himself at the dude, the one that called his name, and hugged him tightly, he hugged him back. Then Daryl, as Rick hugged the woman. 

You found Rick’s team?, this was insane! What are the chances? They were seven strangers to you though, four men, and three women

When the reunion of the people that already knew each other ended, it was pretty clear who the new additions were, including you, who stood there, trying to calm yourself after the adrenalin was wearing off. 

“They are our friends”, said the woman, looking behind her, to three strangers, “they helped safe us”

“This is our friend”, presented Daryl, talking about you, you only waved weirdly, “now they’re friends of ours”

“For however long that’ll be”, said a huge ginger man with a thick mustache. 

“No”, said Rick, you all looked at him. He walked around, towards the door, and tried to peek out of there. “They’re gonna feel pretty stupid when they found out…”, Rick said, turning again towards you

“Find out what?”, asked the big ginger man

“That they are screwing with the wrong people”, he said darkly you smirked 

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Bellatrix Lestrange having a daughter around Tonks/Charlie’s age who is like a younger, more unhinged but still somewhat replicated version of her this is very, very inspired by Jenifer Check, I love her sm so when you think of Lestrange!Daught it’s pretty much Chrck lmao which she thought she’d absolutely love except her kid won’t do anything she asks for her and absolutely will not serve the Dark Lord cause she worships the ground the Reader walks on, whatever they want and whenever they want it, she’ll do anything for them

Narcissa can’t help cause she doesn’t have a daughter for plots sake we’ll say Cygnus raised her alone meaning the kid had mad freedom, old man just wanted to chill after losing 2 of 3 daughters over politics so Bellatrix goes to Andromeda

and for a solid five minutes all Andromeda can do is laugh because her older sister is coming to her for vague parenting advise

inevitably Andromeda connects the dots and then starts laughing again pointing out the hilarious parallel about Bellatrix being obsessed with Voldemort and now her daughter being obsessed with her own morally questionable criminal or better yet the Reader isn’t a criminal but gets up to sketchy shit sometimes and doesn’t understand why this pretty, violent girl is following them around but goes with it anyways

worst part is that after Rodolphus and Rabastan died which I assume they did in Azkaban then Lestrange!Daughter would’ve inherited the vault, cutting off the death eaters funding and access to the Hufflepuff’s Cup hidden inside, because she’s not gonna betray her darling for some nose-less fuck

Are we talking like an OC?? Cause I actually really love that idea. Especially, regarding Harry’s twin!Reader or something like that, just the parallels between the two only Belatrix’s daughter is on the literal complete opposite side. But in the circumstances it would be Harry and twin!Reader with this older girl staliking following them around, especially outside of Hogwarts. Like, she just hangs out outside of 4 Privet Drive just watching, even breaking in and just wanting to be close to the Reader. You can bet Bellatrix’s daughter would give the Dursley’s a piece of her mind. Or maybe even just take Harry and the Reader to live with her.

I just imagine the Reader waking up in a completely new place all by themself with this older girl hovering over them. And the Reader being kind of okay with it since they’re away from the Dursley’s but they ask their captor/“savior” to go back and get their brother too.

The Lestrange house/manor/estate would probably become the new Order of the Phoenix headqaurters, mainly because Bellatrix’s daughter won’t part with the Reader so they can’t go with Harry to live with Sirius so Sirius moves in to keep an eye on everything. And his reaction to his batshit crazy cousin’s batshit child being obsessed with one of his godchildren would really be something. Like, FUCK NO!?!?!

Like, I could imagine Bellatrix’s daughter having been obsessed with the Potter twins since it came out that they were able to survive and best Voldemort even when being just mere babes. And just her like revolving her world around getting to meet them or something. Maybe when Bellatrix’s daughter was younger but still older than Harry and the Reader she ended up wandering to 4 Privet Drive or having her house elf take her to meet them or something and she did, even if it was for a few minutes.

When it comes to the idea of Bellatrix’s daughter being obsessed with a criminal or a bad witch/wizard, I could just imagine Potter!Twin!Reader having nicked something small or lied about something insignificant and from then on Bellatrix’s daughter was like “That’s the one for me”.

Also, just the idea of Bellatrix’s daughter having stalked Harry and his Twin!Reader for most of their life. Like, I could see them getting Cygnus or their house elf to take them to 4 Privet Drive and she would just watch the whole place like a hawk. Never taking her eyes off of it and getting excited at the smallest bit of movement or liveliness at the home. Or even having the house elf sneak her into Harry and the Reader’s school to pass herself off as one of the students and getting to befriend the Reader even just for a brief time. But afterwards, Bellatrix’s daughter would use that as her excuse to interact with the Dursley’s. She’d happily knock on their door asking the Reader to play with her, that she was their friend from school as to not draw any suspicion. Hell, Bellatrix’s daughter would go as far as getting one of the houses on Privet Drive just to stay close and ending up living there the rest of the time the twins are across the street/down the road.

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 4: Yandere Hawks

The part of his mind that was his PR mask wanted to whine. Boooooring~! Blah, blah, blah. Do THIS Hawks, you did THAT wrong Hawks, we're never HAPPY Hawks! Whine, whine, bitching and moaning and whine! Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. I'll do better, Sir.

Handlers.

Handlers were the WORST.

They nitpick. Micromanage like it gets them off. And worst of all? Are perpetually BITTER they couldn't make it as Heros themselves. Always thought that THEY could have done better. They couldn't. They're WEAK.

Self serving, corrupt, hateful. He has yet to meet a single one that actually would survive a week as even a mediocre hero. Yet here they are. Controlling them. Pulling the strings. Handlers are a disease. At least his managers back at the office could DO THEIR JOBS.

How long has he been forced to stand here? An hour? Two?

Lives he could have been saving. Crimes he could have been stopping. Work that could have been done. All wasted on an idiot's power trip. He wonders... how's he gonna get rid of this one? Crossfire of a villian attack? Car accident? Mugging gone wrong? Can't reuse any of the previous methods...

Ah. Done whining? Great! Same time next week then? Bye~☆

He leaves before the asshole can respond. Not bothering to get out of the way, as he walks dead center down the hall. Let other's move. He's had an entire childhood of being expected to accommodate in this place. Being FORCED to accommodate. He's more then a little sick of it.

You move.

And really, he was having SUCH a nice day, too! He got to see his lil predator~♡. All sweaty and straining in gym clothes! Muscles on display like a glorious Amazonian statue come to life. Those thigh could crush skulls! Those arms could probably flip cars! Granted, she'd need leverage, but STILL~♡

He let's his pleasant fantasies calm him down a bit. His Grumpy Lil Harpy a highlight to look forward too. He has them from time to time. Little fixations. He wonders how long this one will last? Hopefully a while. She's so CUTE~! Growly and vaguely murderous. Yet soft and kind too. ALL sorts of different sides to explore!

He stops, disrupting foot traffic.

The HPSC has a records office... and he DEFINITELY has access to it. He knows EXACTLY where it is. He glances as the hallway to his left. Towards the sweet freedom of Not Here and Fuck These Guys. Then back towards the right. Towards the RECORDS.

Is it even a question?

They obviously try to STOP him, of course. Personal records are SUPPOSED to be confidential. Legally they HAVE to be kept sealed unless ordered open by a judge for a SPECIFIC investigation. And can only be used FOR that investigation. Doesn't stop the upper ranks, obviously, but he? Is being WAY too out in the open about it.

Sucks for them.

Maybe this'll force them to make it harder to access records they shouldn't be accessing.

Oooooooh~ NAUGHTY Girl! Assault charges! Kidnapping? Ah, refused to give an abused child back to their abuser. Gave them to their father instead. Look at these, Look At THESE~♡! Borderline vigilante charges across the BOARD! It's a miracle his lil predator's temper hasn't gotten them into trouble they couldn't talk their way out of yet~

He steals a full copy of her files. He WANTS it. The picture they have though... it's awful. He could get a better one. He should. He knows a lot of photographers. Bet he could get her into something FLATTERING for once. Pretty, pretty, lil monster~♡ So much DAMAGE! And the medical records?

It sends a bloom of something unblinking and breathless through his brain. Warm and INTERESTED through his blood. Such sharp, SHARP talons she could have, when she doesn't file them down. Estimated maximum carry weight is WHAT? And ooooh~ the BITE strength! A picture of those pretty little FANGS~!!!

He manages... barely... to pull himself together. Has to readjust himself in his pants. Calm down. Calm. Down. Breathe through it. He shudders, mind desperate to drift back to the file in his hands. But he's very, VERY good at compartmentalizing. It can WAIT.

Wait until he's back in his apartment. When he's ALONE. THEN he can enjoy it. Self control, Hawks. They'll take it away from you. Remember your shrine. Calm. He has to be calm.

He tucks the file away. Slaps a PR mask on his face. And leaves the Records. Deletes the recordings of him ever being in there, as he passes the desk. No one thinks to stop him. Why would they? He's their caged bird. Their loyal pet. He would NEVER steal from THEM. They are the ones who take.

But now he has her file. A partial, Goverment, history. He could probably get the rest. He knows EXACTLY what buildings they're stored in. He's even allowed in them, TRUSTED in them. No one would blink twice. He should. Can they really be trusted? With such lax security? Such corruption? He'd basically be protecting them. Keeping them out of villian hands. It's basicly his DUTY isn't it? As a hero?

Yeah. He should go get them... AFTER he's done reading these ones. Landing on his balcony, shucking his uniform haphazardly, he let the file drop and spill gloriously across the floor before him. Let his eyes dart from word to picture to graph. Not even bothering to close the sliding door behind him, fumbling with his pants, the second he has access, his hands desperately slide down to pleasure himself.

His legs fold. He doesn't bother to brace against it. Let's gravity bring him closer to the coldly clinical records of his current obsession. Strong. So STRONG. Deadly, beautiful, things. Fangs and talons and pictures of eyes that stare right through him. His hands almost HURT, as he desperately strokes. Rubs and teases.

Need it, need it, NEED IT-!

Feels little like dying. Like he was tazed. Everything locking up and jerking, helplessly. So good it's awful, destroying him in how bad he needs it. He wants to cuddle. Wants to pin. Wants to see his pretty little harpy bird all tied up and helpless, so he can flop down on top of her and croon~♡

She'd be so CUTE. He muses, boneless, face pressed to the floor. Sprawled out surround by pictures and pages of HER. So, SO Cute. He's staring at the picture of her hand.. her talons. He'll have to plan around those. But in the mean time? He lets himself drift. Fantasize. A predators smile stretches across his face.

He hopes she stays interesting.

He wants to keep hunting her for a long, long time.

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

I’m sorry your probably still up, I’m sorry you’re probably suffering and scared right now, but thank you for posting. Thank you for not giving into doom. Thank you for putting a little more love and hope and reminders to hold onto your community and survive into the world right now. I really appreciate it as someone who can’t sleep tonight. I hope you rest well and survive, even if it is mother fucking impossible thrive in these conditions. Sending you a guttural field to scream in together rn.

This is a very sweet message, thank you for sending it. And I hope you’re also able to find some peace tonight. Admittedly, I think I’m doing significantly better than many people right now, and to some extent I’m only as calm as I am right now because I very intentionally stayed out of the mire for most of the day. Instead, I read some stories that made me smile, and doodled some of the remaining fall colors, and later took a walk while the first snow of the season was falling, beautiful massive flakes coating the trees. I’m looking forward to drinking some warm beverages tomorrow while the snow keeps falling and getting to talk to my therapist. A blue jay came to my bird feeder this morning for the first time in a while, and perhaps tomorrow they will come again.

A couple hours ago I got the chance to video call a beloved friend who I haven’t talked to in a while, and it was really grounding to just catch up with someone I care about in the midst of all this. No better time to phone a friend and share the burden than the middle of a sleepless night.

I’ve spent a lot of time recently appreciating the resilience of my local riparian ecosystem. I live in the suburbs, but even in the middle of this heavily human altered environment, life still flourishes. Just this year I’ve seen owls and muskrats and turtles and cranes and raccoons and hawks and a very adorable juvenile skunk. I think when the storm is gone I will once again go out to pick up trash around the creek and do my part to help this little ecosystem thrive.

I think for anyone who is struggling right now or tomorrow or any of the days after, the best thing to do always, is to find someone to help. Yesterday (or the day before yesterday at this point I suppose), I helped one of my neighbors get through the aftermath of a domestic violence incident and find somewhere safe for her and her kid to go. Being able to provide support for someone who needed it in such a tangible way was really nice, and I know I can always look forward to finding more opportunities to help the people around me.

That’s what’s most important right now, I think. Helping your neighbors whenever you can, holding space with your loved ones to cry and laugh together, and doing something practical and tangible like cleaning up the trash by a creek.

[arrenkae]

The main problem with not importing previous choices into Veilguard is not even having no references specifically to our characters - it sucks, but I can deal with that. Technically, yes, it is perfectly plausible that they don't get brought up. It's been many years. Varric already told Rook everything about Hawke. Morrigan is a private person. That's fine. Leave their eventual fate to our headcanons.

The main problem is all the other events, *important* events that now can't be brought up and have to be side stepped around because there are too many variables that could be potentially changed by our choices. We are having a mega-blight! What could be a better time than to bring up the history of the fifth blight and how it ended? Just a few lines. Mention our Warden's origin, tell us how the history remembers them now. Honestly, this alone would be enough to make any Origins fan tear up a bit.

But nooope. We can't do that. Not when we don't even know the Warden's race, gender, whether they survived the archdemon or not. Come to think of it, wouldn't it be a BIG FUCKING DEAL if our Warden survived killing the archdemon? This story is recent and well-known enough, especially among the Grey Wardens. We are fighthing archdemons now. Morrigan WAS THERE. Surely SOMEONE would remember this and think about bringing this up? Right??

And we had so many characters "heading to Weisshaupt" in Inquisition and then... nothing. Yes, at this point both Loghain and Alistair could plausibly be dead already. But this means they didn't even have to bring them back! Just show us a small memorial as we're running through Weisshaupt. Give us a couple of lines about them being there. Show us our Warden's grave if they died against the archdemon. I saw so many people getting emotional over seeing the chalice from Ostagar - can you imagine how much of an impact *this* would make?

...tbh, I am fully convinced that SOMETHING happened in the development cycle that made importing more choices impossible, and then bioware had to work around that. I don't think that it was a deliberate writing choice, despite the weird excuses we saw from the writers. This created a lot more problems than it solved.