#TW; violence

[ijwrsmff]

OMG YES!!!

I don’t know if your requests for yandere arcane is still open so disregard this if it isn’t.

Yandere Silco/Viktor x GN!reader (romantic, feel free to pick between the two men, I love both of them)

I wanna see them react to insecure reader being harassed for their insecurity in person and how they deal with the situation + manipulate it to their advantage in a way to get the reader closer to them.

Thank you so much and I hope you have an amazing day!!!

LOVE THIS IDEA!

I'm not the biggest Viktor person, but a yandere version of him? Now that I can get behind. Can you tell Silco is my #1?

I did this as headcanons, in the form of bullet points, I hope that's okay! Thank you for requesting!

(Traces of Jinx in Silco's section)

Silco:

When one of Silco’s men made an odd comment about you while you were in Silco’s office…he genuinely had no idea how to respond for several moments

Was this man really so stupid…so ignorant as to say something like that not only in front of you, but in front of him?

“Come here.” He said, in a cold and unwavering voice to the man

He was confused but got closer anyways

Silco moved quicker than any of you knew he could, and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt

“Tsk tsk tsk. And here I thought you showed promise.” He let go, shoving the man into the chair across from his desk

You could hear Jinx giggling above you, as she watched with anticipation

You were just…hurt

How come he picked at the one thing you were most sensitive about?

You looked at the scene in front of you, confused and anxious to see what was about to happen

It was no secret to you that Silco ran a…minorly illegal business

To say the least

But he rarely showed you just how bad it could get, so for the most part you had no idea

You were about to find out though

Silco gestured for Sevika to block the door, and it made the man antsy in his chair

He then looked up to Jinx, and nodded

She knew what to do

Silco then grabbed you as Jinx hopped down, and pressed himself against you

Your back was to his chest, and you were now sitting in his lap observing what was about to happen

The man screamed as Jinx kicked his shin hard enough to break it

She pulled out one of her guns, and started shooting across his arms and legs

The most twisted part of it all was that…he was alive. He could feel every shot into his body

Jinx giggled and put pressure on some of the wounds, as the man screamed…and screamed…and screamed

“See darling? This is what happens when someone crosses me.” He whispered into your ear

You were terrified, the display being so cruel and brutal that you were left in shock

He spoke once more, but this time to the man crying and screaming across from you

“Apologize. To them, not to me.” He smiled coldly over your shoulder, wrapping both his arms around you, keeping you locked in place

“I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN, PL-”

Jinx let off one more round, straight into his torso

She giggled again, and shrugged, saying “Oops! Not good enough!” 

As the man fell to the ground, you nearly started sobbing

Silco felt this, and put a hand over your eyes, which only made you more terrified

“It’s okay…as long as you’re with me, not a single soul can bring you harm. I will punish anyone without any remorse for hurting you.” 

His breath was hot on your ear, and he chuckled. 

“You’re mine, and I’ll protect you. No matter the consequence.” 

Viktor:

You had been with Viktor a few months, and he was just…so sweet

Something in you had those alarm bells going off, but you brushed it aside as anxiety

He was always pretty protective of you, but generally much more laid back about it than some

You didn’t realize just the severity of it until today

You and him were walking, as he liked to do

Sure, his leg was real bad but he always said exercise would help eventually

He had his cane as usual, and you were both chatting away

It was peaceful…for now

A man you’d never seen before came up to you, and said something cruel about an insecurity you tried to hide all your life

The tears fell, and Viktor froze on the spot

Within seconds, Viktor went from looking at you, to the man

“That wasn’t nice…I’m going to request you apologize.” He smiled at you, and held your hand, barely paying attention to the man

“Why would I? Piss off.” The man said, and he went to walk away but Viktor spun around and slammed the cane into the back of the man’s knee

“What the-THIS ISN’T WHAT-” He was cut off when the cane struck his stomach

Viktor hit him, a good few more times before he stopped, leaving the man with at least a couple broken bones

He winced, knowing he overworked himself again

You just stared, how could he hurt someone like that?

“Ah…” He mumbled, leading you away from the scene

“I’m sorry love…When I saw you cry I just snapped.” He looked sheepish, but something in your mind screamed “RUN!” 

You ignored that feeling again

“You…care about me that much?” You wiped the tears from your eyes, and held Viktor’s free hand

“Of course I do. I would do anything for you.” And he gave you a big smile

Something about his words felt off…

You clung to his side, and he simply thought…”That was easier than I thought.” 

He had paid that man, telling him exactly what to say

Viktor knew of your deepest insecurity, and fully intended on exploiting that to get closer to you

The man he beat up wasn’t informed on the fact Viktor would beat him nearly half to death

But as soon as he left the scene, he signaled to his…”friends” to dispose of the man

Had he been more sane, he would have never used your insecurity against you

He was not, however

When he said he’d do anything for you…he may he lied a bit

There was one thing he could never do even if you wanted to

And that was leave your side

He would never, in a million years, accept a break up

Now…you wouldn’t want to know what would happen if you tried…

Would you?

[shiroi---kumo]

@theyoungprinceling has been having a rough time || [ x ]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Where - he watches as he sees a body of black and yellow leave with a sword at his back. It's that boy that Pilvi - he hasn't taken the time to introduce himself or even interact with the boy - he was a human wasn't he? He thinks he remembers Pilvi saying he was a human. A human, friends with that blond kid with the metal arm that refuses to use his name and insists on calling him 'creamsicle'. What the hell even was a creamsicle? He supposes that isn't important...

The child is leaving alone and he can't say he likes that. He was out in that hell for seventeen years and twelve of them were alone. So he's quiet as he lurks behind the child keeping him in a citrine gaze as he watches the world around them. It's been a while since the Silencer went out to do much of anything but he could make an exception today.

Even with his horns he can hear the boy asking around about something. Some of it is coming out at a threat and there's the sound of a scuffle going on after he watches the child disappear from the streets. Hood up, mask on - people don't need to ask him for a name to know who he is. He's become a tall tale of these parts and just about everyone knows better than to cross his path.

There's a fight filling up his eyes as soon as he enters the bar, gaze shifting over to the owner - a tall man with a bull like face taking in the full sight of the citrine daggers fixed on him as his pupils fall to blade like silts. The owner is moving out from behind the bar to slam him hand down on it, as he starts yelling for this rough housing to stop and that it 'won't be taking place in my bar. GET OUT.'

All parties involves scatter before the once musician can follow, but it's not like the child will get far in that condition and if he's foolhardy enough to threaten in Wonderland, perhaps he learned his lesson from this little adventure.

He can follow after in a minute. Instead he leans himself up against the bar, with his back pressed against it as he lets his body relax a little.

"So what was that?" He asks but the barkeep just returns to his post and goes back to cleaning glasses.

"None of your business." Comes back a low snarl.

"Oh don't be like that, Tamato. Just tell me what happened, and I'll leave without a fuss."

"Are you threatening me?"

"It doesn't have to be one unless you want it to be. I just want information. What was the boy after and how did the fight start?"

"Get out. It's none of your business, human."

There's a deep sigh as his shoulders dip low and his mask slips off without ever turning his head around.

"Ahhh there's your mistake. I really hate being called human, Tamato." A stream of bright orange mist is blown into the air as he continues to lean against the bar.

Another man, from the fight before - tall and green with a lizard like build comes dragging himself back into the bar only to approach him and to reach for collar.

"He said get ou-" The man falls silent as that stream of orange is blown directly in his face leaving the ruffian to grip at his throat as he starts to panic. He keeps trying to make any sounds he can only to fail each and every time.

"I don't think I will." A blade of sparkling blue crystal appears in his hand as its spun in a circle in his grip before it's buried deep in the bar with emphasis as he turns to face the owner of the establishment. Mask still off, he lets citrine fall from his lips as he flashes the man a wicked looking grin.

"I asked the gentleman a question and it would be rude if he didn't answer it."

"You. You're the Silencer."

"Oh? So you've heard of me then. Good. Now, answer my questions and I'll leave."

"Anything - Anything you want. I don't want any trouble."

A flood of information falls out of the man in question explaining everything he saw and heard before the fight started and what the boy said. So apparently he's looking for someone and to that he can relate. Being worried about your loved ones. So now he just needs to track the boy and hopefully if he was smart, he'll have gone home.

Well the close as any of them could call to home anyway.

He finds the boy collapsed against a tree, reaction time lagging as he jumps up to face him.

"Who did this to you?" The elder sounds, looking him over - worse for wear compared to what the barkeep has told him. Maybe they dug their claws into this human worse than he was lead to believe.

He sighs as a sword is held out, and pointed in his direction. Hands raise where the child can see them as he reaches for his hood to put it down, revealing a flood of orange hair and four small ruby red horns.

"This isn't the place to be leading with threats, lapsi. Pilvi will be upset if you don't come home and so will your friend. That blond kid. The human. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to make sure you come home. You really sure learn a better way of asking people for information. It tends to require a bit more finesse. You really shouldn't be running around Wonderland on your own. It's too dangerous, so I followed you and good thing I did. You're never going to accomplish anything like that. Breathe, boy."

[ijwrff]

Hey, I was wondering if I could request a Yandere Antisepticeye x (Possibly masc) reader where the reader is Jackies sidekick, kind of, and Anti ends up kidnapping the reader to brainwash them into loving him

We love Yandere Anti in this household. It was fun writing this! I always love getting to write yandere stories on any of my blogs XD I may have beefed up Anti's powers and capabilities but whateeeeeva. It's fanfiction for a reason.

Tw; swearing, violence, blood. Nothing crazy, just yandere-typical stuff.

Taglist: @serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning @jacksepticeye-simp

Word Count: 1,797

Being Jackie’s “sidekick” was more fun than you thought it’d be. Running around and helping people with the little things here and there, mostly. A stolen purse, maybe even just calming down a verbal argument. People worried about the business, and anything like that was typical for your usual day with Jackie. Even if you weren’t officially a sidekick, it didn’t matter too much to you. You were his friend, and are able to keep him company while he’s sitting around, wondering what to do next. 

When you met his brother, Anti, they couldn’t have been more different. Anti didn’t really want anything to do with you, and his attitude pissed you off. Especially when it was directed at Jackie. But time went by, and his mood never wavered, always coming off mean, mischievous and completely uncaring about those around him. You had raised your voice a good few times, and threatened him when Jackie wasn’t there if he was being a serious problem. 

It only made Anti laugh, but it was far from a nice laugh. It was malicious, borderline psychotic. You hated that damn laugh…the “I’m better than you”, the “Are you stupid?” the “You’re wrong,” one. That one he was doing right now. He did it a lot, but Jackie wasn’t here yet so you weren’t afraid to call him out on it. 

“Seriously, what kind of grown adult laughs like a disney villain?” You raised an eyebrow and tried to keep excessive profanities out of your mouth. He already said them enough, no need for you to curse him out. Not when you didn’t know when Jackie was getting here. “Don’t you have better things to do then sit here and bother me?” You sipped your drink, and looked around the cafe Jackie told you to meet him at. 

“Better things to do? No, not really. Why, you got something going on?” His smirk never left his face. What you wouldn’t give to wipe that look off it…but you were helping a hero. It didn’t exactly pay much, but you doubted Jackie would want to work with you if you mangled his brother’s face. As much as you would like to right now. 

“I’m waiting for Jackie.” You took another sip, then looked at your watch. He didn’t specify what time you’d be meeting, just soon. Usually he specified, but since he didn’t you figured better head here asap in case it was something urgent. “Where the fuck is he…?” You wouldn’t rush him, but you didn’t want to spend any more alone time with this annoying prick for any longer. 

Speaking of which…there weren’t many people here. It was just barely getting dark, so maybe there was something else going on in town that you didn’t know about. You laughed quietly and swirled the remains of your drink at the thought of Jackie inviting you here just to show up in a parade. It wouldn’t be the first time…and probably not the last, either. That’s probably where he was, or caught up helping someone. You just hoped he wasn’t in trouble. 

When you looked up to see Anti, he was already looking at you. “Creep…” Your brow twitched in irritation, and his smug look only got worse. “What? The hell are you staring at?” He didn’t even say anything, but it was maddening. “Whatever, I’ll text Jackie I’m meeting him somewhere else. Piss off already.” 

“Go right ahead.” He said as you got up and grabbed your jacket to leave. He didn’t make any attempt to stop you, which was a little suspicious, but you shrugged it off. Though you didn’t get very far, when you heard Jackie’s phone ringing from behind you. He was already here?

You spun and stopped dead in your tracks. “The hell are you doing with his phone?” Approaching him quickly now, something felt off about the air. That smug look seemed…almost inhuman at this point. You looked around, and noticed not a single person there. Not even the noises of birds, crickets…anything. Something in you yelled “run” but you had to know. “Why do you have his phone?” It was weary, and only caused a loud and sinister laughter to come from your only company right now. 

“Might have stolen it. Might have beat him up. Might have done…worse.” He dangled the phone before dropping it to the concrete and smashing it with his foot. “Now are you coming with me or not?” He held out a hand, seemingly wanting you to take it, but also making clear he didn’t expect you to. “Better hurry up. He’s coming.” He pointed behind you, and when you did he cackled. 

Turning, you were met with the sight of Jackie. But not regular Jackie, he was crying and bleeding profusely. You went to run up to him, but Anti’s arm stopped you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Anti’s voice didn’t even sound like it had all the other times you’d seen him. Almost glitching out. Was this a dream? Or like a really messed up nightmare…after what you saw next, nightmare definitely seemed more fitting. 

Jackie crawled towards you, until his body started to grow and shift. What he became was something twice your height, and vicious laughter emanated from him. It still somewhat sounded like Jackie, but the creature’s mouth wasn’t even open. The sound was all around you, and you were so focused on his body shifting, that you didn’t notice the world around you dissolving until there was nothing remaining. You, this creature resembling Jackie, and Anti who still held your arm in a vice grip. 

“Time to choose~!” Anti practically sang as the creature crawled closer and closer to you. “Stick with him, and lose your life to someone you loved, or…” He spun you around, and even he looked warped, with glitches forming all around him. “Stick with me, and stay alive. I can love you better than he ever could.” He pulled you towards him by the back of your neck. 

All around you, voices and images of people chanting started at a whisper and got louder as they progressed. “CHOOSE! CHOOSE! CHOOSE!” They screamed. It only made the decision harder, and if you had stopped and thinked about it at the moment you might have chosen differently. You tried to look at Jackie, or what he became, and had to close your eyes. It was too difficult to look at. 

“Tick-tock, tick-tock.” Anti waved a finger in front of him to get your attention. “As if anyone could even comprehend protecting you to the capacities I can. Make the right choice, I know you will.” His eyes left yours to stare behind you. He grinned, and tilted his head to look at you better as the creature reached you. 

It grabbed your leg, causing you to scream and try and kick it away. But it was no use, the thing was huge and its one hand could easily grab the entirety of your waist. If it put any more pressure on where it grabbed, the bones would break. The voices only grew and grew, until you could swear your ears began to bleed. It was the least of your concerns, and all you could do before it broke you, was scream:

“YOU! ANTI!” You weren’t sure if it was admitting defeat, or a plea for help. Either way, Anti effortlessly sliced the creature's arm off, and it disappeared altogether. You scrambled back, and all but fell into Anti’s chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Your heart was thumping against your chest and you closed your eyes, not wanting to believe any of it was happening. 

When you opened them you were back in the cafe. Anti was sitting across from you and looking confident as ever. His hands were folded under his head as he leaned forward to be closer to you. Everything in you said it was real, but there was no proof. It was as if the whole thing never happened. You looked around, frantically, but there were so many others in the area. There was no way it was real…right? 

As soon as you thought about it, they were gone once more. Your eyes widened and you were standing up from a chair that was no longer there. Knowing that the creature could come back, you rushed to Anti’s side. If he protected you before, he surely would this time, right? “Where are we?” Was all you could get out. 

“Just somewhere. And nowhere.” He shrugged, and said “You’re right. I will protect you.” He grinned and you backed away from him. Could he read your thoughts? That was impossible though…this whole thing was completely impossible. You wanted to wake up, and right now. 

He sighed, and turned to face you fully. He looked even more warped than before. A gaping wound on his neck, eyes glowing green, and a smile full of teeth that could tear you to pieces with no effort at all. “It’s alright…I wouldn’t hurt you. But those people? Out there? They would.” He pointed and an image like a projector screen played of people walking around in the city. Fights, weapons, anything. The stuff you wouldn’t even let Jackie break up.

“But you chose me over him. You know what that means?” He walked closer and you felt like backing away, but something behind you was preventing it. His voice, his hair, his fangs, his eyes. You didn’t want to see any of it. Not even that tattered tank top he always wore. “It means…” When he reached you, he wrapped one hand around your throat. You felt the sharp points of his nails, and sucked in air. 

“You’re mine, now. I’ll keep you here as long as I have to, so you can see it too. That you love me, that you never loved him, any of it. Before you know it, you won’t even remember anything other than me. I’ll be sure of that.” He leaned in and his breath hovered over your mouth, “No matter what I have to do. It doesn’t matter, because you’ll be here. With me, for me, and only me. Your life before now will mean nothing.” 

Whatever he was…you were terrified. He could break you, and you wouldn’t put it past him to do it either. All you knew now was how much you wished you never went to the cafe that day. He tricked you. Betrayed you, and Jackie might never know. Put on display for someone you weren’t even sure was human. Until the day you could be free…you were stuck here. Freedom will come in one way or another…

Even if you have to die to reach it. 

[boydholbrookfanpage]

[ssolessurvivor]

@apurekindness cont. cause reasons [x]

He's positively furious. When he'd wandered into the hospital to see her as typical, he'd learned she hadn't shown up for work for a couple days and an investigation was ongoing. A friend in the police force happened to know some details, and Logan took it straight from there.

Plus, he'd probably shot enough people to earn him some time, but he could use the PTSD angle easily enough: this caused him enough trauma as it was that he couldn't stop himself from reverting.

The first thing his eyes went to were those cuffs: he wanted to break them into a million pieces. "Yeah, yeah I'm here baby." He coos and Jacobs dangles a key over Logan's shoulder. Grabbing it, he finds it easily fits into the lock: the veteran is careful to remove them, her skin is already so fragile he wants no more harm to come to her. He can't keep a kiss at bay, not here, so he gives her a tender yet rushed peck on the lips and scoops her up in his arms. "We're here to get you outta here." The gun at his thigh is hot to his senses, the urge to shoot more of them tickling something dark in his soul.

[waywardsou2]

Posted a new Fic

seeing as everyone loved HTTYD so much, here is an Eret Son of Eret fic.

I won't tell you what it is. But have fun!

[bldrdsh]

I want to remind everyone that karter as a god is canonically BRUTAL in his violence, to the point that in one verse another young god threatened his sister and his response was to RIP THE GOD'S SPINE OUT with his bare hands.

He later made it into a lamp that he displayed for everyone to see.

[ladyimaginarium]

so i was scrolling thru my blog on posts i rbed & i found this. im rly not the type to do blocklists or anything but block this transmisogynistic terf cunt; obviously don't harass. as a transmascfem intersex 2s person myself this is just so fucking vile.

[mxgalodon]

Meandering about the fields of Hopeful Heights, I found myself more lost than anything. Wasn't sure what I was looking for, if I was supposed to meet someone and they'd take me somewhere, if I was going to just stumble into a rift and find myself in some awful, tiny building and have to grin and bear the pain as everyone else stood comfortably...

Ugh... there was such an odd pressure going on in the air right now. The kind that came before a storm - pressing on your sinuses and inner ear until your head pounded and teeth ached. Sharp air, subtle tingle in your fingers, the vivid sense that something was coming.

But the sky was clear? The sea was calm? Everything seemed as it should be...

I paused my wandering to sit down and hold my head. Felt like I'd just been walking in circles, but nothing seemed familiar, no patterns started to emerge.

I glanced at the device on my arm, fiddling with the settings to get my bearings. I pulled up a map of the island and a compass. Felt silly to use such things to navigate a tiny fucking field, but I just... I needed some sort of help, here. I normally had an amazing sense of direction, so to be this lost as soon as I stepped off the Leviathan...

Why was my compass needle always pointing northeast?

I just felt... dizzy. My mind felt like a mess, but it had been quiet all day. It was like I was getting lost in my own train of thought, the cars all empty, all the seats seeming the same. I was blissfully alone in my thoughts, and there was a clear forward and back, but I...

Any time I turned to adjust my position, the needle spun wildly out of control, then went right back to northeast. This didn't seem right...

Stop. Why was my hair standing on end?

Jumping to my feet, the situation devolved quickly. A beast of sorts lept out of nowhere, biting into my arm with gnarled teeth. The unfathomable pain of it flashed through my body for the slightest second before being dulled to nothingness by a fire in my veins.

Instinct took over. I swung my fist at the beast, sending it stumbling back as soon as it connected. It staggered in place as I enveloped myself in flame and threw myself at it.

Fire and lightning marred the grass beneath our feet as we fought, carving a chaotic trail of our clash into the dirt. Teeth and fists against teeth and fists, I gored the beast at every moment I could, biting down on its joints and vital muscles at any chance, even if it meant taking a hit myself. I was winning handily. It was almost as if it didn't expect me to fight in the way I was.

As a last resort, the beast tumbled away, firing a bolt of lightning into the middle of my chest. I felt my heart seize, then stop. Seemed the beast could tell it did, too, as it gave me a sickly smile.

How quickly that smile fell when I once again turned to fight the creature, managing to tackle it to the ground. It sparked with energy, as if about to strike again, and I grabbed onto either of its wrists to complete the circuit. Its lightning arced across my chest, kick-starting my heart in the split second before I tore its limbs from its body. If the beast was capable of terror, I'd imagine that was the emotion I saw flash through its eyes right before I brought its detached arms down on its skull, smashing it to pieces. The beast stilled.

...

Its flesh smells so... unique.

...

You skipped breakfast, didn't you?

[shiftingmuse]

Francis Begbie x The Hierophant - Kindred Spirit;

ao3 link x

{Based on an old roleplay which I went back and read today; Basically Hiero and Begbie had a night together and he ends up leaving her only to come back and find Hiero is gone.}

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Franco sat on a beat-up couch, reviewing the night he had experienced away from his mates. The blonde had come into his life without warning and left him feeling inadequate without her near him. It had only been a week, but he was certain something was wrong. In the time away from her, June had come looking for him going on about a baby. It hit Begbie like a ton of bricks, thinking she was with a child. He'd only been with her a few times; he knew he couldn't be the father. 

That had knocked him off his feet and on his arse; he hadn't forgotten about the blonde, but he sure as shite went into hiding. So much so that he got himself pinched for a few days. When he got out, the first thing he did was try and find the woman's apartment. 

It took him longer than he expected, but he found the pub and then made his way to where she led him that night. Franco noted the keypad on the door and waited until someone went into the apartments before he could sneak in after them. Her apartment was on the second floor; he remembered that, and the door was not so difficult to spot either. His knocking didn't lead to anyone coming to check up on him. When it became too apparent no one was in, he pulled the knife from his back pocket and jimmy the door open. 

He could tell right away no one had been in the apartment for some time. The bottle of whiskey they finished together was still on the couch. 

As he looked around the space, it felt empty; it felt like someone had left town. 

It took him a moment to register what he was feeling before he ran through the place. Anything he could open and check, he did so. He was trashing the place from the living room to the kitchen and then the bedroom. When everything set, when he realized she was gone, Begbie stood next to the bed with the knife in his hand. 

"Whit did Ah dae, whit did Ah fuckin dae!?"

He flipped the knife open and then just went to shit about the situation. His anger that had been building up dove into the bed. Franco just lunged at the mattress and stabbed the item over and over again. The man kept stabbing at the thing until a spring came loose and cut his hand. "Fuck!" He shouted before his eyes focused on the blood dripping on the mattress.

"Fuckin psychopath..." 

The whimper came a moment later before he got himself off the torn-up piece and hauled himself into the living room. His blood dripped through the apartment as he went, even as he came to sit on the couch.

No tears were shed, but the man was disturbed. 

"She's gain." 

Her blonde curls, those blue eyes, a short skirt, floral-pattered blouse, and kitten heels. Begbie closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa. Those red-painted lips came into his mind watching her giggle as she called him bitter names. As she riled him more and more, wanting him to thrash and lash out. He set the blade down on the opposite side of the couch, then himself. 

One of his hands reached up to touch a bit of flesh on his neck. It wasn't completely healed yet, but he knew the cut would scar. 'What is it, Franco? Don't think I won't cut you!?' Oh, that threat became a reality; she left him with a wound that she lapped at. His little minx, his wee bonnie missus, his...

"Hiero." 

Begbie opened his eyes before he looked around the room for a moment. His hand wasn't bleeding as badly when he looked at the thing again. A frown on him before he reached for a handkerchief out of his pocket to wrap up the item. 

"...she's gain." 

A sigh came from the mustachioed Scotsman before he went to stand. "Ye waur nae a waste ay fuckin' time, ah was." He says leaving the knife behind on the couch. Feeling like his heart had been ripped out, knowing she was truly gone. 

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Notes;

The knife Franco leaves at the apartment is the knife Hierophant gives him in the roleplay.

The rage he feels stabbing at the mattress is the idea he feels as if he's been fucked over. His rage is a mixture of loss and fear that he'll never see the woman again. Bleeding through the apartment is him trying to leave a part of him behind. While leaving the knife is letting go of Hiero because if she's just left without letting him know she's gone, then in his mind she wants nothing to do with him. 

We can play on the idea she knows about June and the baby or just that she left because she's an assassin and was never meant to stay long. Either way, it's just an angsty little drabble piece.

[sioraiocht]

~ @defectivexfragmented || Frank hurting Peter - Semi plotted starter ~

Spider Man had gotten in his way which meant that there was nothing else for it - He'd have to be taken out. Catching a spider was a little different - It required thought and precision. However, Frank had managed it, pummeling the guy's face into the ground, foot on his stomach to keep him pinned down. Peter could barely catch his breath, the tangy taste of blood filling his mouth as each punch pushed him closer to unconsciousness. He scrambled to try and get his footing but the weight of Frank's knee on his chest was keeping him immobile. He'd been due to meet Matt. The only thing he could hope now was that he'd spot something was wrong and follow the trail of blood. "Castle -" Peter whimpered the name out, his vision woozy as he tried to stay conscious. "You don't have to do this -"

Frank grunted with annoyance, another blow landing to his face. "Y'know, I'm getting real sick of the likes of you telling me what I should or shouldn't be doing."

[blackrosesmatron]

-> From Swain; On one knee, she takes off her coat. For the first time in... forever; there is an expression on the general's face, and it's one of pain- and fury. Gently wrapping LeBlanc in the coat, she ensures the woman is secured.

"I'm going to protect you..."

Standing tall once more, she pulls up her sleeve and whistles sharply as ravens flock to her side. Creating an unkindness of ravens around her person as her face begins to disfigure while her arm's light grows brighter. She's going to take on HIM.

LeBlanc had always known that facing her former master alone was a futile endeavor. Despite centuries spent honing her powers—ever since she first banished him from the realm of the living—she understood that he had done the same in the shadows beyond the shroud, preparing for his return.

He had amassed an army, harvesting souls that wandered too close to his domain in death, each one feeding his strength. So, it was no surprise to the pale sorceress when he easily identified the real Matron amidst her illusions. His precision was ruthless; the strike of Nightfall found her with accuracy, nearly rendering her unconscious.

Her vision blurred, her surroundings dissolving into a hazy smear of shapes and shadows. Warm blood trickled freely from the gash on her head, stinging as it seeped into her eye. Through the fog of pain, she barely registered the familiar figure of her lover, Grand General Swain, closing the distance between them.

"No…" she whispered, her voice weak but her will refusing to waver. Despite her fraying strength, she clung to life, unwilling to let her soul fall into Mordekaiser's grasp.

"Don't do this…" she tried again, her words trembling with desperation. The mere thought of seeing Swain fall to Mordekaiser sent a wave of cold dread through her chest. She cursed her own failing body, her arms too weak to restrain her, too frail to keep the one person she couldn’t bear to lose from stepping into the battlefield.

Her trembling hands reached for the other woman, trying to hold her back, but her strength betrayed her. Her grip faltered, and she cursed her failing body, now too weak to restrain Swain or prevent her from stepping onto the battlefield. The heavy coat she wrapped around her shoulders was little comfort against the chill spreading through her, as life slowly but surely slipped away from her physical form.

[ijwrff]

Hey. I love your work, just an idea you don't have to do it. Yandere Antisepticeye x male reader who is weak. With some fluff?

Thanks? Hope you have a good day

Hiya! I hope you're doing well, I'm glad I could get to do this fic! It's not often that I write for male readers, so it's always a fun challenge ^^

Tw; bullying, injury, condescension, yandere typical behavior, and Anti typical behavior like a tantrum and a whole lot of swearing. Yanno. As he does.

Taglist: @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @serenitydusk @viciouslyyearning @jacksepticeye-simp

Word Count: 1,196

It wasn’t uncommon for you to get bullied in college, but for the most part, everyone had grown out of their bullying phase. Your campus was pretty safe, so you never thought something like this could happen. People said mean words, sure, but it never got physical. Today was special, you guess. 

You sighed, and opened your apartment door after fumbling with the keys. It wasn’t surprising when you walked into your house nearly trashed. Every time Anti visited, it was like this. He had a habit of making everything difficult for you, but you’d never tell him that it was actually welcomed. Today though, you didn’t hardly say a word to him, and just tried to brush off his presence. You didn’t want to get teased any more than you already had been, not when you were hurt like this. 

“Dude what the fuck?! You can’t just come in here and ignore me!” You heard him run over and it only pushed you to move to your room quicker. He wasn’t even human, so of course he’d be able to beat you to the door. You dropped your chin to your chest, before trying to turn away from him. “Are you being serious right now?” He scoffed, and grabbed your shoulder to turn you towards him. “The fuck is your deal? W-” He paused when he saw your face. 

It was silent, and you couldn’t meet his eyes, ashamed you couldn’t put up more of a fight against the bullies that did this to you. Your eye was swollen, and there was a gash across your cheek from how hard the guy punched you…you cursed him for wearing so many rings, they only helped to tear into your skin further than it would have otherwise. Your sleeves covered the bruises for the most part, though one of them was clearly in the shape of a hand. 

The air shifted, small charges of electricity coming from Anti’s form as he seemed to nearly glitch in and out of reality. You took a step back, but he grabbed your shoulder to keep you close. “Who the fuck did it?” He spat, his eyes glowing green as it struggled to keep his emotions in check, only to fail miserably. His grip was nearly painful on your shoulder, and it seemed like it was taking every last ounce of his control not to leave even more bruises, intended or not. 

You sniffled once, and flinched from how intense the situation had become. “It doesn’t matter…” He was lightyears stronger than you, so it wasn’t surprising that when you tried to pull away from him, you didn’t get far at all. “Just some guys. I fought back though, so it’s okay.” You gulped, and struggled to meet his eyes.

He grabbed your chin roughly, and forced you to look at him. It was intended to direct your focus at him, but when you flinched he growled and let go, storming into the livingroom and throwing your couch against the wall, leaving a large crack that seemed to go through all the way if the neighbors screams were any indication. 

“A-Anti stop!” You called, and rushed up to him, but soon all of your emotions were contradicting each other. Lashing out at him wasn’t something you wanted to do, but your brain was speeding through a million scenarios in the blink of an eye. “Why do you even care? You bully me all the time! How is this even different? I figured you’d be happy with how much you seem to hate me.” You winced at your own words, hoping you didn’t take it too far, but you did effectively make him freeze in his rampage of breaking most of the belongings in the living room. 

“Hate you?” He chuckled, before it turned into a cackle that could have come from a villain in a tv series. “Why the fuck do you think I hate you?” The electricity crackled around you, and he turned and stepped closer to you. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t bother spending time with you. I’d probably just kill you.” His grin was wicked, and you had a hard time focusing on his words while that terrifying look was on his face. 

“Y-You just kind of bully me a lot, so…” You mumbled, feeling like you’d upset him. That was the last thing you wanted right now, and his emotions were so unpredictable you never knew what he’d do next. It was a game with him, really. One second he could be beating the shit out of someone a few streets down, cackling wildly, and the next second he’d be sitting on your couch throwing popcorn in his mouth laughing at some bad horror movie. 

He scoffed and raised an eyebrow, but his grin never left his face. “Yeah. I do bully you, but I’m the only one allowed to.” He shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “If anyone else fucking messes with you, they’re gonna have to deal with me.” He cracked his neck, then his fingers as he stalked closer to you. 

It was a terrifying sight, and you backed away. Beforelong, your back was to the wall and he was towering over you. That grin only seemed to grow as your eyes widened in surprise. He elaborated, but really it only posed more questions. 

“If anyone’s going to break you, it’ll be me. You’re mine to tease, to taunt, to torment, and above all that? To protect. No one fucking messes with what’s mine.” He cackled, and leaned closer until his lips were only centimeters away from yours. “Anyone that hurts you only deserves the worst of what this world has to offer.” He leaned in, closing the distance between your lips. 

You gasped in shock at the sudden kiss, and he wasted no time in deepening it, one hand tangled in your hair as he pulled harshly and the other just barely at the base of your neck. It was nearly a desperate kiss, and you could barely breathe from how long he dragged it on for. Though after several moments of his tongue exploring your mouth, he pulled back. His smile was…still a wicked grin, but there were traces of tenderness in it. Very slight traces, but they were there. 

“Clean yourself up. I’ll be back.” He demanded, his voice sounding far too serious to have come from him. He snapped his fingers to make a display of his exit, before dissipating rapidly into particles and disappearing entirely. 

You pant to catch your breath, and stood there motionless. Did that…really just happen. Your hand trailed up, touching your lips softly to try and process the events that just unfolded. It wasn’t even clear how long you stood there, but a text notification popped up, and you pulled out your phone to see a message that gave you a genuine smile…despite questioning if it should have made you as happy as it did. 

“Sorry I wrecked your shit. Clean up your wounds. I’ll double check when I’m back from dealing with these pieces of shit.”

[boydholbrookfanpage]

Boyd Holbrook as Danny Maguire | Run All Night (2015)

[banefultyrant]

I will expand on this later in a larger post with cause, severity, and so on, but some things to know about how I write Gortash…

Lingering / Lifelong Effects of Abuse // @banefultyrant

Chronic pain, particularly with bad [ cold and/or damp ] weather. His shoulders and the joints in his right leg have it the worst, but all the old breaks in general tend to make themselves known with achiness, though he will seldom ever show it as more than maybe he seems a bit more stiff than usual, or his expression somewhat drawn, tension around his jaw, etc.

Bad leg(s); Neither is good, were he honest. One is just worse than the other and requires the use of the cane, though he tries to avoid it when possible. He doesn't like being dependent on it. He doesn't like needing it. So he tries to make it seem like it's for the aesthetic, a fashion choice like all the rich patriars.

Bad shoulder joints. The reason for this should be fairly evident in the framework of abuse.

Lots of little scars, some visible such as those on his face, some not.

The shape of his nose is from one too many breaks. As is the permanent discoloration around eyes. [ Further helped along by having difficulty sleeping at the time with Orin and her ilk running about. ]

Dentures or partial dentures due to missing, cracked, or irreparable teeth.

There are, of course, lingering effects that aren't physical—he literally has an anti-anxiety coat—but that should likely be a post of its own.

[thrspidcr]

I LOST THE MEME

@inhcritance ASKED: "You are going to break your promise. I understand." (HARRY)

With great power comes great responsibility. His powers were his responsibility. What did it matter if he was some accidental byproduct of Mr. Osborn's war factory? He didn't choose this.

But he certainly chose Gwen.

He would always choose her, time and time again. And yet he was certain it was his fault that she was gone. No, it didn't matter if she was unconscious when Mr. Osborn stole her, when he was tossing her in the air like a rag doll while flying through the city on that dammed glider.

He felt her neck snap when he caught her. That was his fault.

Peter halted with his fist raised, ready to land a killing blow right through Warren's skull.

He didn't need to remind Harry what the 'good doctor' had done to her memory. He certainly( with his shiny position at OsCorp) knew what was going on.

These things weren't her. They could never be her-- with hands and faces and all sorts in different degrees of growth and dissection. How could this freak-- this Jackal even stoop to use her DNA to say it was her.

If that visage of desecration hadn't made him start this mad pursuit, then the gargled vocal chords of one of those clones certainly did.

"Hello Peter." That was all she managed to say. It was scientific progress! An advancement in the world of genetics! If only she was perfect! Imagine what could be done with live cells instead of the ones he had managed to grasp off of a cup and a snot rag.

He watched as the clone had fizzled, garbled, choked on her own blood and died, without much concern displayed of the 'good doctor'. He would make a better one-- better than she was before.

He should kill him. He deserved that. He could kill him. It would only take a single finger given Peter's strength.

"Didn't you break yours?" Peter shot back from beneath the mask, the hand that held onto Warren's neck had yet to squeeze with any degree to snap it.

He wouldn't become a murderer. Harry promised the same after Uncle Ben died. That's how they supported each other, how they took care of each other.

Harry was his first friend. Harry was his oldest friend. How could it all have boiled down to this?