#Mariah’s Revenge

[jjspina]

Looking for a thriller/suspense/mystery/crime/serial killer novel that you can’t put down?

[sailorsenshishitposter]

If I had a nickel for every time a character with silver hair used electromagnetic powers, I'd have two nickles.

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[saucy-cake]

Black Mariah

Day 22 • MCR • Inktober

[blossommoonart]

Attempted one of the rarest and the most cracked ships for the first time (?)

What do you think their dynamic would be like? I'd feel they are on good terms, considering Kane as a Libra and Mao as a Leo, whom I believe to have a good compatibility 💙🩷

[spiritunwilling]

Aaaand it's MCR time again. That time of the year

[sourb0i]

Whumptober: Day 18

Mariah knelt in the dust long after Jane and her gang had left. The wind carried with it the smell of blood and charred meat. Apart from the crackle of flames, Alamoosa was completely silent. Smoke and dust billowed around her, obscuring the burned-out buildings and corpses strewn across the street like Sofia’s dolls.

Mariah stirred. Sofia was back at the ranch, safe and far from the danger. Now, she raised her head. On the distant horizon, another black cloud smeared across the sky. It was coming from the direction of the ranch.

The horse she leaped onto wasn’t Partner, but she didn’t have time to go looking. She dug her spurs into its side, heedless of the blood she drew. The horse reared into a flat out gallop. She pressed herself low to its neck, eyes fixed on the horizon. Maybe it wasn’t anything. Maybe one of her cousins had knocked over a lantern into a hay bale, and even now they were putting it out and teasing the culprit. Maybe Sofia was waiting at the gate, pulling anxiously on her braids. Mariah prayed harder than she’d prayed for anything in her life, but she knew it her heart it wouldn’t mean anything. She’d told Annie to say at the house while she went to investigate the plume of smoke rising from the distant town. But now Annie was gone, along with Jane and her posse, and there was only one reason she would have left the ranch to begin with.

As she drew up to the gate, Mariah slowed. She could hardly breathe for the smoke and her heart in her throat. In the distance, horses screamed wildly. The stench of burning horseflesh filled her nose. But those weren’t what drew her attention.

There was a body lying in the road by the gate. It was small; a child’s body.  The body wore a frilly blue shirt and a pair of jeans, with one pant leg rolled higher than the other. Its feet were bare. It lay stretched out on its face, one arm trapped under its body.

Mariah dismounted and approached the body. Black braids were splayed wide on the other side of the head, sitting in a dark pool of blood. She dropped to her knees, and rolled the body over onto its back. Sofia’s blank eyes stared wide up at the sky. Between them was a jagged, dark, round hole.

The sound of grief started low in Mariah’s chest. There was no keeping it in. It built and built until it escaped her in a raw howl. Everyone was dead. Sofia was dead. The howl rose again, long and loud. There wasn’t anyone left to hear. Collapsing in on herself, Mariah’s chest hitched as the grief burst free. She clutched her sides and howled until nothing was left but a low keen. The wind tousled her hair in a poor facsimile of comfort.

At some point, she finally stood again. Her whole body felt numb, as though she was walking through some horrible dream. 

The entire house was nothing more than a heap of ash and blackened walls. Even now, fire licked out of the topmost windows. As Mariah rode up, something inside collapsed with a loud crackle. She dismounted, unable to take her eyes from the house. To do so would be to acknowledge the rest of it.

Bodies lay strewn about the porch and the yard. Most of them had bullets in their backs. There was Uncle Hector, and cousin Isacc, and Mirabel with her arm thrown protectively over little Gabriel. Mariah stared at the house for a long time, letting the tears run freely down her cheeks. She had no more breath to give her grief voice, but her lungs squeezed tight in her chest for the absence of it.

She didn’t remember finding the shovel. She didn’t remember driving the edge deep into the earth beneath the great cottonwood tree that stood at the back of the house. She didn’t remember digging until she couldn’t see the shovel in front of her; she didn’t remember finding a lantern and resuming the dig. She didn’t remember her hands swelling with blisters, or the sweat drenching her back, or the burning ache in her arms.

The first body she laid out was one of the stablehands, Charlie. He’d sat slumped in front of the burning barn doors with three holes in his chest and a pitchfork in his hands. Mariah lowered him gently into the hole, crossed herself, and then went to find the next body. 

In total, she dug two graves: one for the ranch hands, and one for her family. They spread out from under the cottonwood tree in opposite directions, protected by the expansive green branches. At the head of each grave she planted a cross made of charred wood. 

All that time, all that work, gave her plenty of time to think. In the blink of an eye, Jane Doe had taken everything from her. She’d taken Mariah’s home, her family, the woman she loved. If she’d been left with even one of those things, Mariah might have been able to rebuild. To move on with her life. But she had nothing left, except the pistol strapped to her hip. So she had only one path before her: Mariah would hunt Jane down, to the ends of the earth if needed, and make her pay.

[brunchable]

Secret Santa | S. R.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x F!Reader Themes: Ex-lovers. Petty Revenge but Steve is just sweet ;_; Summary: You and Steve are forced to participate in your friend group Secret Santa gift exchange, and of course, you end up assigned to each other. You're determined to give him the worst gift possible, but his surprisingly thoughtful present throws you off—and leaves you questioning your assumptions about him. A/N: This oneshot is a part of my 4K follower Christmas Celebration. Also this one will be connected to Santa Baby that will be released next week. dividers by @saradika-graphics

It wasn’t your idea to do Secret Santa. You’d never suggest something so contrived, so obviously destined for disaster. No, this brilliant plan came courtesy of Nat, whose mischievous smirk while handing out the hat of names told you she knew exactly what she was doing.

The moment you unfolded the slip of paper and saw his name, you felt the universe mocking you. Steve Rogers. Captain Perfect. Your ex.

You stared at the paper as though sheer willpower might summon a new name. It didn’t. Across the room, Steve raised his eyebrows as he read his own slip, the corner of his mouth twitching. You had a sinking suspicion the universe had played a cruel joke on him, too.

“What are the odds?” Nat said, sidling up next to you with a glass of wine.

“Oh, I don’t know. Rigged?” you hissed back, crumpling the paper in your fist.

Steve Rogers had a habit of ruining things. Like relationships. Or, in this case, your plans to breeze through the gift exchange with a generic mug or a gift card. No, this was war. You were going to find the most obnoxious, useless gift imaginable. The kind of thing that screamed, I know exactly what you hate, and I’m leaning into it.

You weren’t just shopping for a gift. You were shopping for revenge.

The mall was an absolute hellscape of holiday cheer—children screaming, Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas Is You blasting on loop, and couples holding hands like it wasn’t a battlefield. You were on a mission, weaving through the chaos, hunting for something so heinous that it would make Steve Rogers cringe.

The first store you entered was a pop-culture knick-knack shop. It was overflowing with mugs that said, “Live, Laugh, Love,” and socks decorated with pizza slices. You rolled your eyes. Too tame. Too basic. No, you needed something with bite. Something so wrong that Steve would open it and instantly regret ever existing.

That’s when you saw it. A coffee mug. But not just any coffee mug.

It was massive, comically oversized, the kind of mug that could double as a soup bowl. Bright red, with bold, white text plastered across the front:

“WORLD’S OKAYEST LOVER.”

You snorted so loudly a nearby teenager gave you a dirty look. But it wasn’t enough. Oh no. You needed more.

Two hours later, you stumbled into the most chaotic store in the mall: an unhinged combination of novelty items, offensive gag gifts, and borderline illegal paraphernalia. The walls were lined with things like glow-in-the-dark shot glasses shaped like butts and calendars full of “inspirational” quotes… all of which were expletives. And there, under a flashing neon sign that screamed, BEST GIFT IDEAS EVER, you found it.

The pièce de résistance.

A calendar. Not just any calendar, though. It was titled:

“12 Months of Aggressive Affirmations.”

The cover featured a cartoon bunny flipping the bird. Each month was worse than the last—January read: “GET UP AND FUCKING WIN,” February shouted, “STOP BEING A SAD LITTLE BITCH,” and March simply screamed, “YOU’RE NOT THE PROBLEM, EVERYONE ELSE IS JUST DUMB AS SHIT.”

You couldn’t breathe. You were doubled over, tears streaming down your face as you clutched the calendar. It was perfect. Aggressive. Vulgar. Completely unnecessary. And most importantly? It would absolutely short-circuit Steve Rogers’ clean-cut, wholesome brain.

You slapped it down on the counter, ignoring the cashier’s judgmental look as they scanned it.

“You okay?” they asked, clearly unnerved by the manic grin plastered across your face.

“Oh, I’m great,” you said, pulling out your card. “This is going to make someone very uncomfortable.”

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On the day of the exchange, you could hardly contain your excitement. The calendar was wrapped in gaudy, glittery paper that shed sparkles everywhere—another little insult aimed directly at Steve. When he finally picked it up, his brow furrowed at the excessive tape you’d used to ensure he’d struggle opening it.

Everyone watched as he peeled away the layers, muttering something about how you always made things difficult. But when the calendar came into view, his face went completely blank.

“‘Aggressive Affirmations,’” he read aloud, flipping to January. “‘GET UP AND FUCKING WIN.’” His lips twitched, but he refused to give you the satisfaction of a laugh. Instead, he held it up, deadpan. “Wow. You really went for it.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, smirking.

Nat practically fell off the couch laughing. “This is… incredible.”

“Yeah, this’ll look great in his bedroom,” Bucky added, snatching it to flip through the months. “Oh, man, look at June. ‘YOU’RE HOTTER THAN A FUCKING FOREST FIRE.’ Steve, this is the kind of energy you need.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “I hate all of you.”

But when you caught his eye, you saw it—a flicker of amusement, quickly smothered by exasperation.

“This is going in my gym. Where no one else can see it.” He put the calendar down carefully, shaking his head. 

“Oh no,” you said, grinning wickedly. “It’s going on your fridge. Front and center. So every morning, you can start your day with a dose of aggressive self-love.”

Steve sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know whether to be mad or impressed.”

“Oh, be impressed,” you said, raising your glass. “It’s the best gift you’ll ever get.”

And when he smiled—small, reluctant, but genuine.

Steve wasn’t good at gifts. Not because he didn’t try, but because he overthought everything. For him, giving a gift wasn’t just about handing someone an object; it was a gesture, a piece of himself. And when it came to you—well, he hadn’t earned the right to give you anything, had he?

The relationship ended because of him. That much was clear. He’d been the one who pulled away, too overwhelmed by his own insecurities and the shadow of the life he thought he couldn’t offer you. And yet, here he was, standing in front of a boutique window, staring at the dress he knew you’d wanted for months.

He remembered the first time he saw you touch it. You weren’t even shopping for yourself. You’d dragged him into the boutique while looking for a birthday gift for Natasha, weaving through the racks with easy confidence. But then, you stopped.

Just for a moment.

The dress was simple—red silk, with delicate straps and a neckline that dipped just enough to make you bite your lip in that nervous way he loved. Your fingers brushed over the fabric, and you sighed, soft and wistful.

“Beautiful,” you’d murmured, almost to yourself.

Steve had stood a few steps behind, pretending to check his phone. He remembered how quickly you moved on, like you didn’t want to linger too long. You probably thought he hadn’t noticed. But he did. He always noticed.

Now, months later, Steve stood in the same boutique, heart pounding like he was about to charge into battle. The sales associate greeted him with a warm smile, clearly trying not to gawk at the former Captain America standing awkwardly among racks of designer dresses.

“I’m looking for a gift,” he said, clearing his throat.

“For someone special?”

He hesitated, the words catching in his throat. “Yeah. She’s, uh... she’s special.”

The associate nodded knowingly and led him straight to the dress. “This one’s a favorite. Classic, elegant.”

Steve reached out, fingers grazing the fabric just as yours had. It felt like silk against his calloused palms—soft, delicate, everything he wasn’t sure he deserved to touch.

“She looked at this one,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “A while ago. I don’t think she thought I noticed.”

The associate smiled gently. “Well, you noticed. That’s what matters.”

He bought it without hesitation, ignoring the price tag. The dress came in a sleek black box tied with a ribbon, and Steve carried it home like it was the most precious thing in the world.

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That night, Steve sat at his kitchen table with the box in front of him, a pen poised over a blank card. Words had never been his strong suit, but he needed you to know this wasn’t just a gift—it was an apology, a hope, a quiet confession.

After a long moment, he began to write:

Y/N,

I’m not great at words, but you always told me it’s the thought that counts. I saw you look at this dress once, and I don’t know if you even remember, but I do. You should have something beautiful because you deserve everything beautiful in the world. I know I’m the last person who should be saying that. But maybe this can say what I haven’t been able to.

—Steve

He stared at the card for a long time before tucking it into the box.

On the day of the gift exchange, Steve handed you the box without a word. Your name was scrawled on the tag in his careful handwriting. You hesitated, eyeing him warily, but curiosity got the better of you.

As you untied the ribbon and opened the lid, your breath caught.

The dress.

The room felt smaller somehow, the chatter of your friends fading into the background. You didn’t know what to say, and Steve didn’t push. He just stood there, watching you with that quiet, earnest expression that used to make your heart ache.

Your fingers brushed over the fabric, just as they had that day in the boutique. For a moment, you couldn’t speak.

“You remembered?” you finally whispered, looking up at him.

Steve shrugged, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “I always remember.”

You froze at his words, the weight of them pressing down on your chest. It wasn’t just the dress—it was everything. All the times he’d been paying attention when you thought he wasn’t. All the moments you’d convinced yourself he didn’t care.

Your throat tightened as guilt began to creep in, sharp and relentless.

“I—” You stopped, fingers curling into the fabric. The silk felt too soft, too expensive, too meaningful in your hands. “Steve, I don’t... I don’t deserve this.”

His brow furrowed, and he took a small step closer. “Why would you say that?”

You laughed weakly, a bitter sound. 

“Because I’ve spent weeks trying to think of the worst gift to give you. Something obnoxious. Something petty. And you...” You gestured at the dress, your voice breaking slightly. “You did this.”

His gaze softened, but there was something unreadable in his eyes.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice steady. “You don’t have to feel guilty about that. I get it. You’re angry at me. You have every right to be.”

You shook your head, the lump in your throat growing. “But I shouldn’t still be mad. It’s been months. You tried, Steve. You really tried, and I—”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he interrupted gently.

But that only made it worse. Because you did—not for being angry, but for the way you’d handled it. For not seeing how hard he was trying now.

“I just—” You exhaled shakily, holding the dress tighter against you. “I thought you weren’t paying attention. That I didn’t matter to you like that. And now... this.”

Steve’s jaw tensed, his hands fidgeting in his pockets. 

“You mattered,” he said simply, the rawness in his tone cutting straight through you. “You always mattered. I just... didn’t know how to show it before.”

The room was suddenly too warm, too loud. You felt exposed, vulnerable under his gaze. His words clung to you like static, leaving no room to breathe.

You lowered your eyes, staring down at the dress in your hands. “This... it’s beautiful, Steve. It’s too much. I don’t deserve it after—”

“You do,” he interrupted, his voice firm this time. “You deserve something beautiful. Even if you hate me, Y/N.”

You glanced up sharply at that, seeing the way his eyes flickered with something like regret—or maybe hope.

“I'm sorry. I don’t—” You stopped yourself. Lying felt crueller than the truth. “I don’t hate you, Steve. I just... I don’t know what to do with all of this.”

He smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You don’t have to do anything. It’s a gift. No strings attached.”

And somehow, that made the guilt worse. Because he meant it. You could tell. And it left you wondering if maybe he’d always meant it, even when he didn’t know how to show it.

“Thank you,” you said softly, clutching the dress like a lifeline.

Steve nodded, his hands still buried in his pockets as he stepped back, giving you space. But his eyes lingered, and for the first time in months, you felt like you really saw him. Not the perfect soldier, not your ex—but the man who’d been paying attention all along.

Tags: @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @strawberrybisou @alyana-luvs-u @rogersbarber @veronicapaula

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[chiraltalkswrestlez]

Toni Storm unable to finish her revenge on Mariah May because she still loves her, even though Toni herself regularly twisted that love by ignoring and manipulating Mariah (while Mariah was in turn manipulating and using Toni), costing herself her championship. All while the third wheel in their relationship watched on.

[galaxy-brain-rasslin]

It's really great how the two biggest feuds in AEW, in terms of plot and/or presentation are:

Swerve Strickland and "Hangman" Adam Page. A literal blood feud between the demonstrably immoral and malicious face of the company, and a man focused on revenge to the point of obsessive madness.

"Timeless" Toni Storm and "The Glamour" Mariah May. Two bisexual women breaking up. This is also a blood feud. Both women are, in their own way, well into the depths of madness. This feels like heartbreak, and malice.

Both of these are great feuds.

Hangman and Swerve has the potential to be one of those "fight forever" rivalries. Swerve broke into Hangman's home, and threatened Hangman's child. Hangman has literally every reason to hate Swerve for as long as the both of them live (in kayfabe obviously). Beautiful shit. I could go on, but I gush about this all the time.

Toni and Mariah are amazing too. I don't know if it has (or should have) the staying power of Swerve/Hangman. But I love that it's 100% a breakup, without them outright saying "Mariah and Toni were dating." Toni outright said she loved Mariah this past Wednesday-- you could argue contextually what she meant, but come on, we all know. This isn't just a "Mariah turned heel" situation. Toni didn't throw herself through the window like Marty Jannetty. Toni *wept*, covered in blood. Mariah didn't just turn. She *betrayed* Toni. Seeing Mariah as this calm, calculated woman who did everything she could to earn Toni's trust and love and deliberately use that against her? I fucking love it. Seeing Toni become more "unstable", ready to kill Mariah? Beautiful.

Women should have more feuds where you're convinced one side is going to actually try to kill the other.

[questintheskies]

Mina Shirakawa on what she wanted to do in AEW before being betrayed by Mariah May:

"The reason I came to the US this time was to celebrate Mariah, to have lots of matches with Rose Gold, and to finally get AEW to create a women's tag belt, which doesn't exist yet. But I can't do all that… I'm in a daze right now."

Mina Shirakawa on Mariah May posting "I want Mina" on X:

"I don't know what Mariah's true feelings are. When I saw the video of Mariah holding the champagne bottle, she had a really scary look on her face. I wonder if this "want" also has a different meaning, like "I want you to break me" or something."

Mina Shirakawa on her suspicion that Mariah May would turn on her:

"I felt both that I truly believed Mariah for betraying Tony, and that maybe she would do the same thing to me. But yesterday, my doubts suddenly turned into certainty and I had a mental breakdown. Before I knew it, I had pushed her away. That's how important she was to me."

Mina Shirakawa on wanting to get revenge from Mariah May:

"I arrived at the hotel yesterday completely worn out. Whenever I had any problems in the US, Mariah always helped me out, and we had meals together and even filmed together. I can't trust anyone anymore…

Mariah will definitely regret betraying me…"

[jjspina]

Summer Reading for 18+!

[popawritter12]

Amo tus escritos! Estaba buscando algo así desde hace mucho.

Quería preguntarte- ¿A qué yanderes les importaría tu consentimiento y a quienes no?

Si te hace sentir incómodx escribir algo así, puedes ignorarme.

Author's note: Anon, ¿puedo decirte que te amo?

ADORO ESTA IDEA, Y SIEMPRE LA QUISE HACER PERO NO ENCONTRABA UN BUEN CONTEXTO, PERO ¿EL CONSENTIMIENTO? DIOS QUE BUENA IDEA.

/english: Anon, can I tell you that I love you?

I LOVE THIS IDEA, AND I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT BUT I DIDN'T FIND A GOOD CONTEXT, BUT CONSENT? GOD WHAT A GOOD IDEA.

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Also, thank you so much for your very original request <3<3<3!!!

So, with your amazing idea, let me open a new series of posts that I have long needed to do.

It will be called

“In each situation, how would this Yandere react?”

In this case, let's start with 5 archetypes: -Is not interested in your consent. -It's important, but in an extreme case may not need it. -Thinks it is important only in sex. -Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick. -Does not understand what consent is

And, since you didn't specify which fandom, I'm going to list some of the ones I'm in! <3

Let's start with the soft.

Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick.

League of Legends

Alistar, Bardo, Blitzcrank, Braum, Ivern, Kalista, Kassadin, Maokai, Nautilus, Rakan, Shen, Soraka, Taric, Wukong, Yone, Karma.

Kengan Ashura

Yoshinari Karo, Haruo Kono, Jun Sekibayashi (<3<3), Mikazuchi Rei, Mokichi Robinson, Suekichi Kaneda, Agito Kanoh.

Stardew Valley

Krobus, Willy, Linus.

Team Fortress 2

Engineer.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Erina, Jonathan Joestar, Speedwagon, William Zeppelin.

Part 2: Smokey, Wamu.

Part 3: Joseph Joestar

Part 4: Tonio, Reimi Sugimoto, Koichi,

Part 5: Doppio.

Part 6: Foo Fighters

Part 7:Lucy Steel.

Demon Slayer

Ozaki, Genya, Nezuko, Mitsuri, Tanjiro, Gyutaro, Gyomei, Tamayo and Yushiro

TMNT: MM

Mikey (<3) April.

Mortal Kombat 1

Liu Kang, Geras, Smoke, Baraka, Asharh,

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

BladeWolf.

Thinks it is important only in sex

League of Legends

Akshan, Aphelios, Camille, Ekko, Ezreal, Darius, Hwei, Illaoi, K'sante, Leona, Nilah, Pantheon, Pyke, Riven, Ryze, Yoeick, Yasuo, Xhin Zhao, Sarah Fortune, Taliyah, Ornn, Tryndamere, Nami, Janna, Kai'sa, Kindred (sheep), Senna, Udyr, Varus, Garen, Lee Sin, Master Yi.

Kengan Ashura

Kaolan Wongsawat, Saw Paing Yoroizuka, Gensai Kuroki, Ryo Inaba, Seishu Akoya, Takeru Kiohzan, Jerry Tyson, Niko Tokita, Adam Dudley, Ren Nikaido, Takeshi Wakatsuki, Ryo Himuro, Marvelous Seki, and Ichiro Nakata.

Stardew Valley

Maru, Emily, Marnie, Sandy, Caroline, Harvey, Robin, Marlon, Rasmodius, Clint.

Team Fortress 2

Heavy, Scout, Soldier and Spy.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Lisa Lisa, Joseph Joestar,

Part 3: Kakyoin, Avdol, N'doul, Mariah, Hol Horse.

Part 4: Shigechi, Jotaro, Okuyasu.

Part 5: Bucciarati, Giorno, Fugo, Risotto Nero, Pesci, Trish Una, Squalo, Tiziano

Part 6: Hermes, Weather Report.

Part 7. Gyro, Hot Pants, Funny Valentine, Pocoloco.

Demon Slayer

Giyu, Yorichi, Kyojuro, Urokodaki, Kanae, Kagaya Ubayashiki, Kanao, Muichiro, Obanai, Akaza, Sabito, Murata.

TMNT MM

Leonardo and Donatello.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kung Lao, Raiden, Syzoth, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Sindel, Li Mei,

Metal Gear Rising

Armstrong, Boris, Sam, Raiden, Courtney, Kevin.

It is important, but in an extreme case could “forget” about it

League of Legends

Ahri, Akali, Azir, Caitlyn, Fiora, Irelia, Jarvan IV, Jayce, Kayle, Kayn, Morgana, Quinn, Rell, Sett, Shyvana, Sona, Swain, Sylas, Twisted Fate, Luxana, Vayne, Victor, Xayah, Zeri, Alune, Olaf, Seraphine, Ashe, Diana, Lucian, Nasus, Sivir, Talon.

Kengan Ashura

Cosmo Imai, Tokita Ohma, Muteba Gizenga, Sen Hatsumi, Naoya Ohkubo, Keizaro Sawada, Julius Reinhold, Sen Hatsumi,

Stardew Valley

Abigail, Alex, Elliot, Gunther, Haley, Leah, Kent, Jody, Penny, Sebastian, Sam and Shane.

Team Fortress 2

Demoman and Sniper.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Straizo.

Part 2: Stroheim, Esidisi. Caesar Zeppelin

Part 3: Polnareff, Jotaro, Vanilla Ice.

Part 4: Josuke, Yuya Fungami, Rohan,

Part 5: Mista, Ghiaccio, Narancia, Abaccio, Prosciutto.

Part 6: Anasui, Jolyne, Pucci.

Part 7: Dio, Jhonny Joestar.

Demon Slayer

Zenitsu, Kokushibo, Sanemi, Uzui, Daki, Shinjuro.

TMNTMM

Raphael.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kitana, Mileena, Kuai Liang and Rain.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Sundower, Moonson.

Is not interested in your consent

League of Legends

Aatrox, Bel'veth, Brand, Cassiopeia, Draven, Elise, Evelynn, Gangplank, Graves, Jhin, Katarina, KKhartus, Le Blanc, Lissandra, Mordekaiser, Nidalee, Quiyana, Renata Glasc, Renekton, Sejuani, Singed, Syndra, Thresh, Urgot, Vi, Virgo, Vladimir, Xerath, Zyra, Tham Kench, Malzahar.

Kengan Ashura

Karla Kure, Raian Kure, Setsuna Kiryu, Hajime Hanafusa and Yohei Bando.

Stardew Valley

Mr. Qi and Morris.

Team Fortress 2

Medic.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Dio .

Part 2: Kars.

Part 3: Dio, Mariah, D'Arby,

Part 4: Yoshikage Kira, Yukako, Akira Otoishi,

Part 5: Cioccolata, Melone, Formaggio, Illuso.

Demon Slayer

Douma, Enmu, Muzan, Shinobu, Gyokko, Hantengu, Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Zobakuten, Uzami, Nakime and Kaigaku,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

Bi Han, Shao Kang, Quan Chi, Shang Tsung, Nitara, Reiko and Havik.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Mistral

Don't know the concept of consent

League of Legends

Briar, Dr.Mundo, Galio, Gwen, Hecarim, Jinx, Lillia, Neeko, Orianna, Rek'sai, Rengar, Shaco, Sion, Skarner, Trundle, Vel'koz, Volibear, Warwick, Zac, Aurelion Sol.

Kengan Ashura

(none)

Stardew Valley

(none)

Team Fortress 2

(none)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Santana.

Part 4: Mikitaka.

Part 5:Secco.

Demon Slayer

Inosuke,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

(none)

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CON ESTO TERMINAMOS

Fue hermoso, espero que les haya gustado leer esta pequeña lista salida d mi creatividad y del pedido de este anon ;)

/ english

WITH THIS WE END

It was beautiful, I hope you liked reading this little list from my creativity and this anon's request ;)

[lamemaster]

Elves/Valar suffering from FOMO

AN: Mindless little ramble to decrease my fomo of Valinor lol (Should this be in an interview format? I messed up)

Intro:

Another quest has taken root in the lands of Middle-earth. With the elves gone, this one falls squarely on the shoulders of the mortals of Arda.

This, however, is a sore point for many inhabitants of the Blessed Realm.

No, of course, they don’t want to be involved. They’re far too weary, far too old for such things...

(Lies.)

✨Glorfindel ✨

The Balrog Slayer is so not weary enough to skip praying for a third respawn. Like a movie franchise that never disappoints or Mariah Carey in winter, Glorfindel was made for Middle-earth. When another quest stirs on the horizon, he’s the most restless elf of them all.

Just send him already. Please.

Until then, he’ll be sitting in a bleak corner, chewing his nails and staring dramatically into the void, waiting for the next adventure to come his way.

💅🏻Thranduil💅🏻

This elf is not an adventure Barbie. He’s a full-time drama queen.

Thranduil, the sassiest king of the elves, deserves to know what’s happening across Middle-earth. As one of the last elves to leave, the thought of missing an opportunity to stir up trouble for any hero is an unbearable woe he’s forced to endure.

🔥Feanor🔥

He was supposed to have the ultimate revenge arc. But no. Instead, he’s been robbed of his moment. Blud died in the next chapter. Burnt to crisp lol.

Feanor is insanely jealous of Bilbo and Frodo for completing their grand adventures, and so he powers the entire Hall of Mandos’ electricity with the sheer force of his annoyance.

If there’s another quest with a dark lord on the rise, expect his metaphorical knickers to be in a twist.

🤛🏻Tulkas🤛🏻

This one doesn’t need an explanation. He’s the Vala of War.

Tulkas lives for that “found family” feel. Also, any chance to scare the ever-living daylight out of the corrupted ones? Sign him up. He hasn’t thrown a tantrum yet about being kept from the chaos, but it’s this close.

It's been damn long since the War of Powers people!

⚓Earendil⚓

An adrenaline junkie at heart, Earendil has been suspended from quests since his first and only one. He’s salty about it.

Worse still, like Hurin, he’s stuck watching all the fun happen without ever getting to participate. At least he got a brief serotonin boost when Galadriel sent a little bit of him with Sam. Small mercies.

👱🏻‍♀️Galadriel👱🏻‍♀️

She just wants to be the cryptic, mysterious lady with her magic mirror. Is that too much to ask?

Slightly peeved when Goldberry takes the limelight. Tries to act unbothered, but deep down? Hurt AF.

🐩Finrod🐩

Our sweet Nom aspires to rip wargs to shreds by day and play music for men by night. He’s the ultimate golden retriever of the Eldar.

Don’t leave him out of the group gatherings. Please. He’ll pout.

🔨Aule🔨

With most of his Maiar getting corrupted, Aule has seriously considered moving his headquarters. Not for the first time.

It’s not just to be closer to his little smith babies (the dwarves). Okay, maybe a little. But mostly? He wants to finally craft some good freaking rings. Because no, Mairon, an all-powerful ring with vanishing engravings is not enough.

[ultrainfinitepit]

Second batch of attacks and revenges for Art Fight. Artists under the cut.

[ Find me on Art Fight! ]

Demonina Lich belongs to Cosmicvoid143.

Harlow Stormender belongs to @chenkingart.

DeWitt belongs to Ellian.

Sallygale belongs to tenbirds.

Sgt. Siobahn Martin belongs to @claiborneart.

Antares belongs to @memento--moray.

Bandit Blue belongs to @yo-yo-yoshiko.

Caesnig belongs to Vassago.

Mariah belongs to HappilyWrathful.

Zipporah belongs to @wyrmzier.

[tisamustdie]

"Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge" lyrics 🫀

Lyrics masterlist

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"Can we pretend to leave, and then/ We'll meet again/ When both our cars collide?" Helena

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"(You're beautiful)" Give 'Em Hell, Kid

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"Well don't I look pretty walking down the street/ In the best damn dress I own?" Give 'Em Hell, Kid

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"What'd you call me?/ Well, there's no way I'm kissing that guy" Give 'Em Hell, Kid

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"He's not around, he's always looking at men/ Down by the pool, he doesn't have many friends/ As they are face down and bloated/ Snap a shot with the lens" To The End

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"You said you read me like a book/ But the pages are all torn and frayed now" I'm Not Okay (I promise)

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"And for the last night I lie/ Could I lie with you?" The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill you

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpents son/ It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one" Thank You for the Venom

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"The angels just cut out her tongue, call her black Mariah/ Would I lie to you? That girl's not right in the brain" Hang 'Em High

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"This hole you put me in, wasn't deep enough/ And I'm crawlin' out right now/ You're running out of places to hide from me" It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Fucking Deathwish

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets/ Clean me off, I'm so dirty, babe/ It ain't for the money and it sure as Hell ain't just for the fame/ It's for the bodies I claim and those" I Never Told You What I Do for a Living

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"Black skies, we'll douse ourselves/ In high explosive lies/ Just give us war-worn/ I've been calling you all week for my shotgun" Bury Me In Black

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"And what I'm going through/ Shot lip gloss through my veins" Bury Me In Black

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"I wanna see your eyes/ I wanna see what your insides may be like" Bury Me In Black

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒𖤐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

"We hold in our hearts/ The sword and the faith/ Swelled up from the rainclouds/ Move like a wrath" Desert Song

[slippinninque]

🎤Songbird's Blues🐦

Shigeru Kimura x BlackFemReader

In which your cry is heard and admired.

warnings: none much, cursing, fluff, heartbroken!reader, long fic, prt 1

"God, what a racket that one is making..."

Shigeru didn't even answer as he took in the foreigner pouring her heart into every empty glass in the bar.

He supposed that it was only right for Saturday night. The young and heartbroken often frequented this little bar he'd meet his old friend at.

Over the years it got better with a renovation and then aged again, a variety of memories tucked between seasons and familiar faces.

Now he frequented to check in Kage, who's just entered retirement. Shigeru still kept his distance after his revenge, yes, but he could never turn away from his old friend. Who clearly needed more help acclimating than he originally thought.

Shigeru was teaching him, it was all in the little things. Taking your grandson to lunch, meeting your son for dinner, checking in on a friend over drinks.

Though Shigeru still proved to be a bigger fan of the karaoke machine that was installed a year prior than Kage.

"Ah, they're having barbeque tonight! Always goes good with beer, y'know!"

Kage chattered on happily as he lit his 2nd cigarette of the nigh tand Shigeru was glad to see his friend in better spirits than when he called earlier in the evening. His eyes wandered back to the stage as Kage flagged down a waitress.

She was pretty, very drunk and clearly heartbroken. The microphone stand was the only shoulder she had in the world from how she rambled on about finding a good song.

From this part of town, Shigeru would bet he and Kage were the only two who could understand her as she rambled on I'm English.

"You guys have a nice line up, I-I know alooot of songs but..." to "The Wakage Goutaru album? Alright, ya'll are cooking!"

She rambled on long enough that the mocking stares turned more and more irate. From the back corner of the VIP booth, a hand waved with purpose. A waitress was already stalking the stage as she waited for the right moment to intervene.

Through it all, the foreigner had no clue as her stumbling brought her further into the overhead light--illuminating her sad face. Shigeru hoped she would at least get a few more tears out before she was chased off...

"There-there's a song I wanna sing but you don' have it...Mariah Carey..." A small belch into the mic led a series of words that made no sense to Shigeru but got a laugh out of Kage.

/Each day of my life

I'm filled with all the joy I could find

You know that I

I'm not the desperate type /

Her voice swelled, loud and aching as she recalled the song. The waitress lingered before shrugging and returned to her patrons who now looked at the woman on stage with more curiosity. than annoyance.

Shigeru found himself leaning forward himself enraptured by her expression. He has never heard such a voice.

/ If there's one spark of hope

Left in my grasp

I'll hold it with both hands

It's worth the risk of burning

To have a second chance /

She started crying and when she wiped her face, the mic muffled and whined with a little feedback. It wasn't enough to dampen her, though as she put a balled fist to her heart,

/ No, no, no, no, no, no, I need you, baby

I still believe that we can be together

Whoa, oh, no, no, no, ooh

If we believe that true love never has to end

Then we must know that we will love again, mmm

Ohh /

She swayed on her feet as she appealed to blinding lights when there was a burst of commotion from the front of the bar.

"She's here! I found her!"

A trio of young adults--two men and a woman. While the woman stopped to apologized to management that gathered to spectate. The two men went to the stage and tried to coax the woman down.

"I know, I know, c'mon and let me get you down!"

"Hey--Down here! Ah, don't cry like that--come on down and let's have another drink, huh?"

She moved away from them and continued to sing, her voice ringing clear and mournfully,

/ I still believe

Someday you and me

Will find ourselves in love again

I had a dream

Someday you and me

Will find ourselves in love again /

Kage said something at the same time one of the coaxing men had enough. He picked her up and put her over his shoulder. Much to the amusement of the spectators, she continued singing.

The speakers held true even after the group hustled out of the bar, still trying to calm down their friend against the wireless microphone's impressive range.

All he could see in his mind was her beautiful, tear streaked face. Turned to in Shigeru's direction, desperately wanting to be seen by someone.

/ I miss your love /

The last words before the microphone fully spirited away. Shigeru thought it was a shame that he had no name for the voice that lingered in his ear, but focused on his friend once more....

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💜ending notes💜: I couldn't get this out of my head thanks to Bullet Train's amazing soundtrack! Definitely have a prt 2 brewing! Tell me what you think with a comment and like!! Thank you for reading!!! Also, the spicy is coming soon swear lmao

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