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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @theferalgremlin.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂! … 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂! You said you were okay with a poly relationship and I've never gotten the chance to ship someone with two people from the same fandom in this way and it's actually really exciting!

Okay so I think you three would be this absolutely incredible trio. The most badass and you would have your own group name that was given to you (Nat did NOT want a name)

Also I have this headcanon that in this world you can tame animals and they listen to you. I won't go into your background because it is very traumatising in this world, but you can tame ANY animal. And that includes ones from different worlds...

For the reason why I ship you with Nat; is because you both have similar personalities, but at the same time I can see you being somewhat similar to Wanda as well? You balance light and darkness inside of you.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

You said you would be up for a poly relationship if everyone was consenting ... well, turns out all three of you have feelings for each other and are more than consenting to the relationship

Wanda falls into the homemaker role; she loves it. A housewife, even though no one asked her to do it. She loves looking after You and Nat

Nat is away a lot for missions, which makes you and Wanda sad. But she always tries to contact you one way or another

Wanda calls you 'draga' which means darling/dear one. Nat calls you 'Sladkiye shcheki' (sweetcheeks)

Nat always brings back presents/momentos from the places that she's told to go to. She brings you back records from your favourite bands.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Burn Your Village by Kiki Rockwell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You & Wanda say to Nat) x "Oh I wish, I cannot control either of you at all" (Nat)

Makes A Mess (You) x Cleans The Mess (Nat) x Is A Mess (Wanda)

Moon (Nat) x Eclipse (You) x Sun (Wanda)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

People With The Most Traumatising Background Fall In Love

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Nat's favourite thing about you is your intensity. She finds it absolutely invigorating. She too has a lot of intense feelings but was never allowed to show them. But with you, she can let everything out. Tell you what she hasn't told anyone before. She can let down her walls.

Wanda's favourite thing about you is that you have a lot of love for things, a lot of passion. She loves how you can delve into your creativity and draw for hours. You actually drew her once and she teared up because she didn't think you were thinking of her that much.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Your best friend would be Mantis! Oh my god, you would love her so much and show her all these things on earth. Especially those game stores (I cannot believe the word has left my brain) ya know oh! Arcades! And the claw machines; she would be on those for hours upon hours, trying to win a prize.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Darcy Lewis, Mantis and Wanda. A softness that is hidden by a hard shell. Deflecting hard situations with humour, kind but if someone crosses you - then that's it, you hold a grudge for life.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

What comes with your magic is the ability to tame any animal. And that is a big thing. You're one of the most important players in the game. So, that means you need protection. And what better protection than a goddamn wolf? You had your wolf well before you met Nat and Wanda, so when you moved in together, you all decided on getting a place with a big backyard for your wolf (they were weary of him at first but because you can telepathically talk to him, he knows that they're safe and he protects them too).

Also, with a house so large, that means you can connect with the animals that are native. You've befriended ravens, who keep an eye out for danger, and bears who like to eat the left overs from dinner.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚! The Slytherin Prince, the Dark Lord's apprentice ... I think you would be a solace for him. A place of safety. Someone who he can open up to and find the real him. Ever since he was born, there was a plan for him, a way of being that made him an awful person. But with you, he can peel back those layers that others have put in place.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

It was your scent he smelled with the Amortentia. Even though you weren't present in the class, he was deeply embarrassed.

You started a relationship with him because he slipped a note in one of your books, helping you with some questions you were finding difficult in class. He knew because he would watch you in the common room, slumped over the table, rereading the material over and over again

Then he made sure no one bothered you. No one - not from any House. It was because on your first day at Hogwarts, you had sat across from him on he Slytherin table (even though he was a year above you) and smiled at him

Your kindness was like a kick to the gut. He hadn't experienced it from a stranger before. Especially not a Slytherin stranger.

From then on, he had kept an eye on you. Trying to figure you out.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Devil's Resting Place by Laura Marling

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Being With You Makes Me Better"

Teases Them (Draco) x About To End Them (You)

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But At Least I’m Alive, Right? (Draco) x You’re Doing Great, Sweetie (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

“I care about you!” x “You shouldn’t!”

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Draco loves that you can think for yourself; you have your own opinions and don't let others affect what you believe in. He admires your stubbornness and sometimes damns it. But he knows that being firm in your beliefs also means you're very loyal.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Ginny Weasley, much to the surprise of ... everyone. A Slytherin and Gryffindor friendship was rarely heard of. But like many traditions, you broke them. Ginny was cold to you at first, but once you stuck up for a first year Ravenclaw girl, she had respect for you.

And that grew over the first two years, and then you were partnered together in potions and have been best friends ever since.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Ginny, Sirius, Luna ... god ... you just have a lot of sides to you. And J. K. Rowling doesn't have a lot of ... diverse characters? I mean there's a lot of characters but they're not multidimensional like the ones in Marvel or HotD. They don't balance light and darkness - they're either good or bad. So I guess you just a mix of so many because you live in the grey.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

From one of the pet stores in Diagon Alley, your family wanted you to get an owl. But you desired a cat so much. You wanted a pet who could snuggle up to you. Keep you company when people got too much. And although it took your parents a lot of convincing, they finally said yes. But when you went to the pet store, there were no cats left!

Moping, on your way through the cobbled streets, you saw a stray cat. Orange, covered in dirt and missing an eye, you scooped him up and said he was yours.

𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏! He definitely has Scorpio placements. So, he understands the deep desire for connection - one that doesn't start off with small talk. It's all in, straight in. Together.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

, In the same way, you're possessive and overprotective, as is he to you

Likes to brush your hair in the evening, it gives him a moment of peace, to focus on something for someone he loves

Defends you against anyone who wants to hurt you, or insults you. Especially his brother, Aegon, who thinks he can say whatever he wants without consequence.

His mother wasn't very happy with you two being together, since he was arranged to marry a Baratheon princess to further the alliance. But Aemond would rather die than not have you

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Burning Desire by Lana Del Rey (oh my god Aemond is so Lana Del Rey coded - he is literally bby)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

“Shut Up” x “Make Me”

Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

Emotionally Unstable (You) x Also Emotionally Unstable But Tries To Hide It (Aemond)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Forbidden Love

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

That you listen to even the smallest detail about someone. What surprised him is that you use it for good - for getting presents and surprising people. Where Aemond would use that for personal gain and to blackmail. You don't. And that surprised him for the better.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Baela, you like that she challenges you and brings new things into your life. She's very fun and once you had a crush on her - but she didn't have romantic feelings for ... anyone. Man or woman. She was just obsessed with showing up for her family and living her life to the fullest.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix between Rhaena and Baela, the girls are opposites. Soft and hard; sweet and sour. But they're both willful and have the blood of both Targaryen and Velaryon. You remind me of them because you seem both strong-willed but have a reasonable side. I think you value logic but have big emotions.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

Your family married into the Targaryen bloodline, but it wasn't expected that you would have a dragon (even though you wanted so badly to have one.)

It was actually Baela who showed you where a lot of dragons resided on Dragonstone. And you were dared by a lower lordling to find the grumpy old Vermithor and spend ten seconds in his lair. You accepted and within five seconds, the cavern was lit up in flames by the angry old dragon.

In Valyrian, you told him to calm down. When that didn't work, you started calling him names. 'Oh stop it you cranky fool! I am of the blood of Old Valyria and you will not harm me.' Spoken in the Valyrian tongue, Vermithor ... obeyed.

#witchthewriter #match ups #ships #personal aesthetic #hotd pair ups #hotd match ups #harry potter match ups #harry potter pair ups #marvel match up #marvel pair up

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lauraperfectinsanity · 2 years ago

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🌸 For International Women's Day, answer this with your favorite female characters from any media 🌸

Ah so many *-*

In no particular order whatsoever:

Olivia Dunham (Fringe)

Sun Bak (Sense8)

Isabelle Lightwood (Shadowhunters)

Jessica Drew / Spider Woman (Marvel Comics)

Okoye (Marvel Comics / MCU)

Peggy Carter (Marvel Comics / MCU)

Max Black (2 Broke Girls)

Melinda May (Agents of SHIELD / MCU)

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

Rei Hino / Sailor Mars (Sailor Moon)

Stella Kidd (Chicago Fire)

Elizabeth Braddock / Psylocke (Marvel Comics)

Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Kensi Blye (NCIS: Los Angeles)

Jessica Day (New Girl)

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel (Marvel Comics / MCU)

Kala Dandekar (Sense8)

Darcy Lewis (MCU)

Michiru Kaiou / Sailor Neptune (Sailor Moon)

Lily Aldrin (How I Met Your Mother)

Nikita Mears (Nikita)

Ami Han / White Fox (Marvel Comics)

Jessica Jones (Marvel Comics / MCU)

Sylvie Brett (Chicago Fire)

Jane Rizzoli (Rizzoli & Isles)

Makoto Kino / Sailor Jupiter (Sailor Moon)

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

Jewelry Bonney (One Piece)

Ororo Munroe / Storm (Marvel Comics)

Athena Grant (9-1-1)

Clarice Fong / Blink (The Gifted)

Kono Kalakaua (Hawaii Five-0)

Nico Minoru / Sister Grimm (Marvel Comics / MCU)

Nejire Hado / Nejire Chan (My Hero Academia)

Groot / Sam Groves (Person of Interest)

Minako Aino / Sailor Venus (Sailor Moon)

Daisy Johnson / Quake (Agents of SHIELD / MCU)

Amanita Caplan (Sense8)

Mazikeen (Lucifer)

Boa Hancock (One Piece)

Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Haruka Tenou / Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)

Seol Hee / Luna Snow (Marvel Comics)

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow (Marvel Comics / MCU)

Cece Parekh (New Girl)

Kate Beckett (Castle)

Ami Mizuno / Sailor Mercury (Sailor Moon)

Jennifer Walters / She-Hulk (Marvel Comics / MCU)

Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)

Laura Kinney / X-23 (Marvel Comics)

Nico Robin (One Piece)

Sarah Walker (Chuck)

Caroline Channing (2 Broke Girls)

Fa Mulan (Mulan / Disney Classics)

Nomi Marks (Sense8)

Xu Xialing (MCU)

Perona (One Piece)

Rogue / Anne Marie LeBeau (Marvel Comics)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

Robin Scherbatsky (How I Met Your Mother)

Usagi Tsukino / Sailor Moon (Sailor Moon)

Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Juliet Higgins (Magnum P.I.)

Cindy Moon / Silk (Marvel Comics)

Momo Yaoyorozu / Creati (My Hero Academia)

Colleen Wing (MCU)

Setsuna Meiou / Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

AND HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY!

#about me #anon #answered #International Women's Day #Women's Day #favorite female characters

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tarnishedhalo · 6 years ago

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Bird’s-foot Trefoil - How far would your muse go for revenge? What level of offense warrants retaliation, in your muse’s opinion?

Intrusive Botony || Accepting

And the questions keep coming. He has to wonder where Darcy’s going with this, what she’s trying to work out that she needs to hold up the mirror of him to herself. Or maybe she’s finally heard the rumours that he’s a little unhinged these days and wants to verify the veracity. Either way, he can’t say that it makes him comfortable talking about the darker sides of his psyche and the reasons to which it was born.

“Ends of the earth. You know my body is only meat, and if I have to, I will make whatever sacrifices necessary to make sure certain shit doesn’t happen again. There’s certain kind of monsters in this world that don’t deserve to draw breathe or to ravage it with their corruption, their decay. Especially the ones who target the weakest, and prey on children. I mean I can forgive a lot of things, but that’s never been and never will be one of them. And of course, people who fuck with my sister. Or anything else I’ve claimed as mine.”

#Thanks!Darcy <3 #Wolf-Moon|Darcy Lewis #Of Wolves and Eagles|Darcy and Riley #Hooked on the Silver Screen|MCU #Agents of Shield|Subverse #New York Serenade #thedarcydichotomy2

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aphrodite-made-me-write-it · 3 years ago

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Dawnbringer - Part One

(A/N) um, idk what to really say other than i wanted a werewolf kate fic and then i wrote one so here’s the first chapter alskfdj probably won’t be long, 4-6 chapters max just beefy and dripping with plot

read it on ao3

Rating: E (Explicit eventually, rn it’s fine)

Warnings: Dark Themes; Supernatural Creatures; Werewolf Tropes; Vague Prophecies; Legions of the Undead; Vampiric Overlords; Sapphic Pining; Gay Panic; Darcy Lewis being a fucking g; R’s parents had a nasty divorce and they’re not great ppl but they love R so at least we dont have entirely fucked up parents in this fic lmfao; that’s it for now but this will eventually have p0rn as usual so let’s just get that warning out there now

Pairing: Werewolf!Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.3k

Total Word Count: 5.3k (for now)

Synopsis: After an uneventful party, your night becomes a whole lot more eventful when you meet an enormous blue-eyed wolf.

| Part One | Part Two |

You don’t typically attend the outrageous weekend parties that your friends enjoy frequenting, but this week has been rough to say the least. With finals rapidly approaching, the tests and assignments thrust upon you for your final year in college have piled up to an alarming proportion. If the stress of that weren’t enough to kill you, during what few hours of sleep you’re able to steal, you’re restless. Strange dreams that you can’t remember upon waking up haunt your evenings, leaving you uneasy in the morning and anxious throughout the day.

So, really, you just came to the party for the free booze and hopefully force yourself into having some fun. It didn’t last long, though. Your friends ditched you, and you ended up spending the last hour and a half on a couch in the corner of the dingy frat basement. You only really gained the energy to leave when some guy started talking to you about NFTs.

The waning half moon bathes the campus in her hooded gaze, illuminating the sidewalk better than the flickering yellow street lamps. The evening air is blissful against your overheated skin, the party apparently being warmer than you thought it was. It’s quiet as you make your way towards your apartment complex, which, thankfully, isn’t very far from your university.

Cedar and maple trees line the street, and the further you walk towards your apartment, the thicker their numbers grow. Joined by sycamore and oak, the forest that resides directly across from your building is typically alive with insects and frogs this late at night.

Only halfway to your apartment do you realize that the forest is silent and still as death.

Something primal kicks in, pushing away all remnants of the hard seltzers you’d nursed over the course of the party. Your senses come alive in a way they never have before, your ears straining to pick up on any noise and the darkness seeming brighter. You can even smell more clearly as the adrenaline pumps into your veins.

A low growl spills from the darkness. Terror grips you, your entire body seizing as the instinct to fight and the instinct to flee begin to go at war within your body and mind. In the end, your fearful state gives the creature plenty of time to slip from the shadows of the trees.

An enormous black wolf, bigger than any you have ever seen before, approaches you with its head lowered and hackles raised. Piercing blue eyes seem to look right through you as its lips curl back to reveal long, sharp teeth.

You make peace with death in the milliseconds between the wolf lunging at you and the moment you realize it’s running right past you. Dazed and petrified, you can only stumble until you’re turned around, watching the creature pounce on another person. A man.

The man lets out a furious snarl that the wolf meets with a snarl of its own. To your amazement, even as the wolf rips into the man’s flesh, no blood spills. Not a single drop. In fact, the skin seems to turn to stone the second the wolf manages to tear off an arm.

The man shoves the wolf away with such strength you gasp. The wolf goes flying into the woods, and in the blink of an eye the man is on you. You cry out in fear, his only arm coming up to grip your throat and tilt your head viciously to the side.

It occurs to you that perhaps the wolf had been protecting you. You call out for it, “Come back! Help!” and though you don’t expect a wild animal to obey you, to your amazement, the black wolf comes bounding out of the tree line again. This time, there’s a new fury in its blue gaze.

It stops short when it realizes the grip the man has on you, teeth bared in a threatening growl.

“You can’t stop us, mutt,” the man hisses, his hands ice cold on your skin. “She’s coming with me.”

You squirm hard against him, fear coursing through your body and making you tremble uncontrollably. His strength is alarming, his body feeling hard as a statue as you fight against it. “W-what do you want from me? Let me go!”

“Quiet!” The man snaps, squeezing your throat so hard you nearly blackout. “Once we awaken her blood, she’ll bring forth our master and-”

The wolf lunges. You faintly register a stinging in your shoulder when the man is ripped away from you. You’re thrown to the ground, body finally giving into the uncontrollable trembles that have overtaken it. You can do nothing but cower and cover your head as screams and vicious growls fill the air. What sounds like hard stone being split open cracks into the night, the following silence ringing with your terror.

Warm breath on your shoulder makes you whimper and flinch. A wet nose nudges against your skin, a tongue soothing over throbbing flesh. You’ve been wounded. You hadn’t quite picked up on it right away, but as you force your eyes open you’re met with the sight of a bloodied shoulder, what looks to be claw marks from when the wolf had gone for the man.

You jump in alarm when you realize the wolf is right there, right next to you, and it had licked your shoulder. The creature gives a low whine, blue eyes meeting yours apologetically. It strikes you how intelligent those eyes are, as if there were some sort of humanistic understanding in them.

You let out a shaky breath, turning over so you can sit up and face the animal. It doesn’t move, though it watches you with those strange eyes intently. With slightly shaking fingers, you reach out and stroke the creature’s neck. Its shining black fur is softer than you thought it would be, the beast calmer than you’ve ever heard of any wild wolf being.

This has to be some sort of dream.

You’ve had strange dreams all your life, and this has to be one of them.

A disbelieving laugh escapes you, and the wolf tilts its head as if confused.

“I’ve never had a wolf save me in my dreams before,” you say, because you may as well talk to the creature if this is all a dream. Because wolves can’t understand humans, because this wolf is too big to be a wolf. It doesn’t answer, as one should expect from a wolf. “Usually the monsters get me.”

At this, another low whine slips from it. You pet it absentmindedly, wondering when you’ll wake up. Typically, when you realize you’re dreaming again, you wake right back up. This doesn’t seem to be the case tonight, however. And that wound on your arm is smarting.

“This… this isn’t a dream, is it?” You ask.

The wolf shakes its head. You stare at it in astonishment. There it is, confirmation that this wolf understands you and that this isn’t a dream.

You stand on shaking legs, scoffing. The wolf moves as if to help you stand, then hesitates.

“I can’t… do this right now, I’m sorry. Creepy stone men that try to kill me and wolves that can understand me are enough crazy for one night, thank you very much.”

The wolf stares at you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it was smiling.

“Well, thanks for the save,” you clear your throat and look at your shoulder with a wince. “I guess I’ll never forget you.”

The wolf whines again when you make to leave. You sigh. “What, do you want to walk me home or something?” The beast steps forward. “Okay,” you nod. “Alright, fine. Um. Cool. I hope this doesn’t mean you expect any food because I’m literally broke and don’t have any… wolf food… in my apartment.”

The wolf snorts. Okay, yeah, you’re losing your mind.

You start towards the building again, feeling far safer with this gigantic monster at your side than you have ever felt walking down a dark street in the middle of the night. It keeps to the side of the road that the woods border, the shadows of the trees cloaking its massive form as it easily keeps pace with you with its long legs.

“So, if I’m really going crazy,” you say slowly, “and you really understand me… are you able to tell me what the hell that thing was back there?”

The wolf looks at you curiously, but shakes its head.

“Okay. Um.” You breathe through puckered lips thoughtfully. “Are you a boy?” It shakes its head ‘no’. “A girl?” A nod. The action looks so strange on the animal, you’re again caught off-guard. “Oh. Okay. Cool. Girls looking out for girls. I respect it.” The wolf snorts again, a low rumble that almost sounds like laughter coming from its chest.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never talked to a six-foot-tall wolf before. I don’t know what to ask you about.” You huff a little, though a smile is pulling at your lips. You see your apartment complex clearly, now, the parking lot illuminating the night like a beacon of safety. The wolf begins to slow her pace, so you follow suit and eye her curiously.

“So… whatever that guy was,” you begin quietly. “Should I… expect more of them?”

The wolf hesitates before giving a slow, cautious nod.

“Then… should I expect you, too?”

When the wolf nods again, she wags her tail.

“Okay,” you release a shuddering breath. “Okay, cool. Well, I’ll… see you around, then?”

The wolf steps towards you, lowering her head. You pet her between her ears, feeling far more relaxed now than you had been before. The pain in your shoulder is starting to get to you, now, but the bleeding stopped quicker than you thought it would. The wolf eyes your wound when you remove your palm from her head, a flash of worry in her gaze.

“It’s fine,” you assure her, gesturing to the scratch. “It’s just a flesh wound. I’ve had worse.”

You can’t quite shake the concern that rises in you when the wolf only stares solemnly at you in response. You give a final wave goodbye to your odd companion before crossing the dead street. Once you reach the entrance, a beautiful sound catches your attention. Ominous and haunting, it fills the night with one of nature’s most ancient and haunting melodies: the call of the wolf.

- - -

“You hear about the transfer from Columbia?” Darcy asks casually as she takes the desk next to yours.

“How the hell would I hear about a transfer from Columbia?” You scoff.

“She was at the party on Saturday.” She shrugs, pulling their bottom lip between her teeth. “She’s totally your type, I’m surprised you didn’t notice her.”

“And what, pray tell, is my type?” You eye your friend with a suspicious snort.

You and Darcy Lewis have been best friends since fifth grade, when your mom’s first holistic phase lead to an insanely restrictive diet and you promised Darcy your eternal friendship in exchange for some of her animal crackers. Needless to say, you have no plans on breaking that promise any time soon.

Darcy wasn’t much of a partygoer, either, but finals have had her stressed, too, and once she gets a few shots in her Darcy becomes the life of the party. You hadn’t told her about your encounter with the wolf, as you hadn’t seen the animal since. The wound had nearly been gone yesterday and by today all that remained of it was a sliver of a scar that looked as though it had been there forever.

Still, the encounter haunts the edges of your mind.

“Your type,” Darcy begins slowly, catching your attention again. “Is what you were bullied by in high school. The hot jocks.”

Your jaw drops. “What? That’s not even remotely true.”

“Remember Carol two years ago?”

You groan. “That’s not fair, she’s broken like twenty hearts since then.”

“Right. And what about back in high school, that cheerleader? Hailee?”

“I’m pretty sure we agreed to never speak her name again.”

“My point,” the brunette smacks her hands on the desk conclusively. “Is that your type are hot girls with big guns and nice buns.”

“I wish I could unhear that sentence.”

“Don’t even lie, that was-”

“Hi, can I sit here?” A voice behind you pulls your attention away from Darcy and suddenly you’re tongue tied. A girl with long, dark hair is standing at the desk beside you, eyebrow raising questioningly when you don’t give an immediate response.

“Whoa, what a coincidence!” Darcy’s voice is too chipper, you immediately know you’ve been caught in your gay panic. “Kate Bishop, right? From Columbia?” Well, shit.

“Yep,” Kate tucks one of her hands bashfully into the pocket of her varsity jacket while the other drops her bag on the floor beneath the desk. She slides into the seat and gives a lazy smile that shows off her dimples. Holy shit. “What’s the coincidence? Were you talking about me or something?”

Her icy blue eyes cast between you and Darcy before landing on you. A shock of familiarity washes over you, though you can’t quite place the feeling.

“We were, actually,” Darcy says at the same time as you say, “No, we weren’t.”

Kate laughs, her rich voice almost a growl as she says, “That’s comforting. Nothing bad, I hope?” Again, her gaze shifts to you in a strange way, as if silently communicating a question that you can’t pick up on.

“Not at all.” Darcy assures. “I was just telling (Y/N) about how you got your scholarship for archery. (Y/N)’s got a bit of a thing for the athletic arts.”

You cringe. “Darce-”

“Athletic arts?” Kate repeats with a snort. “I’ve never heard that one before.” She gives you a sly grin. “Does your friend always try to set you up like this?”

“Pretty much,” you nod, blushing.

“Hey!” Darcy protests.

Mercifully, the professor shows up and requests silence from the class.

As the lecture goes on, you often find yourself looking at Kate. Sometimes, you think you sense her looking at you, too, but when you try and catch her she’s casually looking ahead as if she hadn’t moved at all.

You can’t shake that odd tugging in the back of your mind. That sense of familiarity. Maybe you had seen her at the party, and forgotten? That couldn’t be possible. Your gay little mind wouldn’t let you forget her.

As much as you hated to admit it, Darcy was right. Kate Bishop is certainly your type. She takes off her purple and black jacket halfway through class, her tank top exposing strong biceps. You knew archery worked out like, all of your arm and shoulder muscles, but like, wow. Beyond that, Kate’s softer features are so disarmingly beautiful you have to force yourself to pay attention to the class you pay for the longer you look at her.

Finally, as the lecture comes to an end and the chatter of your peers once again fills the room, you allow yourself to get a good look at the archer. Only to find that Kate is looking right back at you, a smile on her lips.

“Can I get your number?” She asks.

A blush is back on your cheeks. “Y-yeah, totally.”

The brunette gives you her phone and you try to pretend your hands aren’t shaking as you type your number into a new contact. She’s already gathered her things by the time you give the phone back to her.

“I’ll see you around, (Y/N),” she says with a wink, stunning you further into silence as she turns to leave.

“You need to trust me more.” Darcy states cheekily.

“Shut up.” You huff.

What a weird fucking week.

- - -

Unknown hey :) it’s kate well obviously it’s me, you probably dont give out your number often unless you do in which case, hi, it’s kate from womens studies

You chuckle at the texts, earning a knowing glance from Darcy. She looks too cocky for her own good, so you stick your tongue out at her.

hey :) i was wondering when you’d finally text me

God, you hope that wasn’t too desperate. It’s not like you were waiting for your phone to buzz or anything. Not at all. It’s not like any low sound during the past class sent you grabbing for your phone. Not even a little.

Kate haha good to know im on your mind i wanted to ask when your last class was?

Your pulse quickens. Holy shit, is she asking you out? Already? You’ve barely recovered from your first encounter!

5. asking a girl out after just meeting her huh?

Too bold?

“Jesus, you look like a fourteen year old.” Darcy snorts, trying to look over your shoulder at your screen. You tuck the object close to your chest and scowl at her.

“What, you try to set me up and then get salty when it works?” You accuse.

She grins. “So it is Kate that’s got you all heart-eyed.”

“Shut up,” you whine and she cackles.

Kate well when i see what i like i tend to get it ;) can i treat you to a coffee?

“You really should be thanking me for setting you up with your dream girl.” Darcy hums. “Maybe throw me a party. Have a cake with my face on it. Oh, and of course, I need a ten minute dedication at your wedding-”

“She’s asking me out for one coffee,” you roll your eyes and blush as you text an affirmative to Kate. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Right, sure it doesn’t. Like your texts aren’t nauseating.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll let you have a speech at the wedding but I’m limiting you to eight minutes because my parents are gonna spend their two minutes talking about the divorce.”

“Well it did turn their only child gay.”

You share her laughter and wipe away a tear that doesn’t exist. You have no idea where you’d be without Darcy.

- - -

Kate looks anxious when you approach, but it appears to melt the moment she sees you as a lazy smile stretches across her face. She greets you with a one-armed hug that feels strangely natural, and doesn’t remove it once she starts towards the coffee shop at the edge of campus.

“You’re from New York?” You ask, hoping you don’t sound as breathless as you feel with her unusually warm pressed against yours.

“I am,” Kate confirms. “What about you? You always live around the State College area?”

“Nah. Arizona, actually. When my parents split, dad moved to Oregon and mom moved us out here. I was eleven, but honestly I think I like the coast better. It’s so peaceful up here.”

Kate momentarily stiffens but covers it easily by saying, “Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s kinda why I came here, too.”

“Why did you transfer? Penn State is a good school, but it’s no Columbia.”

“No, it’s not,” Kate chuckles. “But I needed to get away from the city.”

The coffee shop soon comes into view and Kate separates from you to hold the door open.

“What a gentlewoman,” you tease softly as she rejoins your side, though she doesn’t put her arm around you this time, much to your dismay.

“For you? Always.” Kate winks playfully as she eyes the menu. “So, you’re the expert here. What’s good?”

“Can’t go wrong with a hot chocolate,” you suggest. “Or a mocha, if coffee’s your thing. Which it probably is, I mean, you asked me to come to a coffee shop-”

Kate laughs at your rambling and places a hand on your lower back. “Do I make you nervous?”

“Um- yeah, sorry, it’s been a while since I… dated.” You excuse lamely, to which the archer only hums with a smirk.

“Well, if it helps, I’m nervous around you, too.”

You scoff. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m saying it to make you feel better and ‘cause it’s true.” Kate’s expression becomes thoughtful as her blue gaze searches yours. “You make me very nervous, (Y/N).”

The way she says it sends a shiver down your spine.

Kate orders two hot chocolates as you stand in stunned silence.

While the drinks are being made, she makes light conversation about the classes she’s taken on and how different the student body seems here. It’s a bit odd, how quickly she goes from that bouncing energetic goofball to seductress and back again in a span of minutes. It’s insanely hot, though, and thankfully you haven’t spotted any red flags yet.

When your drinks are finished, you take your respective seats on one of many lounge chairs littering the small, cozy space.

She tells you a little bit about her past; she comes from money and went to private schools and is happy to make jokes about her privileged upbringing. She did martial arts throughout her childhood and picked up archery very young. She was going to take over her mom’s company, but for some vague reason or another, that doesn’t appear to be in Kate’s future so she’s finishing her degree and figuring it out from there.

You allow yourself to open up about your own childhood, sharing ridiculous stories and schemes you went through with Darcy. You talk about your parents divorce lightly, figuring that a deeper dive is a third or fourth date topic, and about your ambition to become an animal rehabilitator like your father. Kate relates to you on the admiration of your father, though your own is more distant than hers had been and not just in the literal sense.

By the time you finish your hot chocolates, they’re lukewarm and the sun has long since set. Kate offers to walk you home, and you have no thoughts in your mind to deny her. It’s amazing, how easily conversation flows between you as if you’d known each other for years. It makes your heart soar and your stomach erupt with butterflies.

As you come upon your apartment complex, Kate faces you with a timid smile.

“I really like hanging out with you, (Y/N),” she says, eyeing where your arms are still intertwined.

“Yeah, I like hanging out with you, too,” you respond breathily, blinking up at her.

Kate’s blue eyes glimpse down at your lips, her warm breath filling the small distance between you. For a wonderful moment, you wonder if she’s going to lean in and kiss you.

But the sharp ring of her cellphone fills the air and breaks the moment. She releases your arm with an apologetic smile that melts the moment she looks at the screen. She curses under her breath.

“Sorry, this- it’s important. I’ll text you later?”

You nod, mind still fogged from your almost-kiss. “Y-yeah, sure. Okay.”

“Hey.” Kate answers her phone as you open the entrance of your building. “Yeah. Sorry. I lost track of time…”

Once you’re home safely, you close your front door with a sigh. You shrug off your jacket and set it on the back of a dining chair before heading into the kitchen for a glass of water. You absentmindedly touch the scar on your shoulder, moving your arm awkwardly so that you can properly look at the mark.

Strangely, it feels alive tonight. Not sore, or necessarily tender. But tingly.

A distant howl makes you jump.

Another fact you’ve learned since the party that hasn’t left your mind:

There are no wild wolves in Pennsylvania.

- - -

The last sliver of the moon squints through the forest, casting dark shadows in the deepest wilds that mankind rarely ventures through. Here, it is easy to lose oneself in the ancient history of the land; the cradling pines and rough mountain sides that seem to have shaped life itself into being.

For years, tales of strange creatures roaming these untamed lands have passed from storyteller to storyteller. Giant wolves that seem to vanish in the blink of an eye, ghostly howls that foretell one’s own death. These fables have existed long before the European settlers arrived, for these lands have always held a natural power.

Tonight, the evening air is full of the nocturnal songs of the forest. Owls out on the hunt, frogs and insects calling out into the night. And, of course, the low howl of one of mankind’s most ancient and terrible enemies: the wolf.

A large, black body weaves through the trees and lifts its head to respond to the call. Its speed goes beyond that of an average wolf, its enormous body nearly six feet tall as its long limbs lope over the foliage.

The wolf comes to a skidding halt once a familiar cabin comes into view. Another wolf waits for her there, his dark gray muzzle lowering the instant he sees her.

You’re late, he reminds through their packbond, the growl in his chest nonthreatening.

The black wolf lowers her head, her ears flattening slightly. I was-

We know where you’ve been, a third wolf, smaller in size but still bigger than a normal wolf, approaches from around the cabin with a wagging tail. Her coat is a lighter gray with streaks of gold and red like autumn leaves. Fury is… not happy.

Blue eyes avert to the ground as the black wolf paws at the dirt. It was just one coffee… it doesn’t have to mean anything…

Good luck telling him that, Bishop, the blonde wolf teases, lowering her tail again.

Enough teasing, Yelena, a red wolf joins the small group. Fury is getting more and more impatient by the second. I think Wanda is going to strangle him.

Kate sighs as the sisters begin to lead the way around the cabin. The first wolf, the gray one, nudges her side softly with his muzzle.

I know you feel drawn to her, he offers a sympathetic whine. But she’s too important. If you let yourself be distracted, we could lose everything.

Around the back of the cabin, and the rest of their pack are now visible. A pack such as this is most unusual, especially for werewolves who, by nature, are family creatures. Not an ounce of blood is shared between these wolves, though. Just a strong sense of loyalty and nobility that binds them together, stronger than any blood ties.

The remaining wolves would be Fury, the unspoken leader of their pack who stands tall at the head of the circle with his scarred, red-brown muzzle raised high. His singular eye settles on Kate briefly before taking in the rest of the circle. Then there’s Bruce, whose own wolf form towers over the rest, gray as soot with smatters of black on his paws. Thor, the second biggest, looks almost radiant under the moonlight with his golden pelt. Lastly, there’s Carol, who stands beside Fury with a coat as silver as starlight, her eyes landing on Kate with unreadable emotions lingering through the bond.

The rest, though not werewolves, are Tony, an alchemist, Wanda, a witch, Vision, a golem, and Sam and Bucky, vampires. There’s a thick tension among the circle as Wanda begins to chant a concealment spell that will keep outside forces from listening to their conversations. Next, she goes around the circle and murmurs strange words.

The wolves shift uncomfortably at the sense of magic in the air. Steve and Bucky exchange grimaces; though Wanda has long since learned how to keep her spells from affecting them, particularly the wards, it doesn’t stop them from feeling a heavy pressure on their chests. They’re not supposed to enter these spells, but Wanda is a particularly powerful witch.

At last, her final spell opens the circles’ minds to one another, allowing outsiders a glimpse into the strong mental bond that links the werewolves to one another.

Friends, warriors, Fury begins with a low growl, the legend, I fear, is true. The Long Night is at our doorstep, and the Dawnbringer must become our priority. Her protection is the protection of life itself.

There’s a stirring among the wolves. Tony scoffs.

“Legends,” he mutters scornfully. “Prophecies. I’ve seen and heard plenty of those, thank you very much.”

You have witnessed many, this is true, Fury concedes politely, but have they not been for the betterment of mankind? Have you not watched as light conquers darkness, over and over?

“Good and evil are transparent concepts,” the alchemist shrugs. “Completely subjective.”

And in what world is a night that doesn’t end come off as ‘subjectively’ evil? Snorts Clint, equal parts amused and appalled.

“The world of the vampires.” Tony says flatly, nodding in the direction of Steve and Bucky. “The world of night hunters, like wolves.” He nods to the wolves. “The world of shadows.”

But this is our world, Natasha protests. Our natural world. The prophecy states that the Long Night will turn nature against nature. As an alchemist, surely you can appeal to that, Stark?

The older man crosses his arms stubbornly, but doesn’t argue. In truth, Tony Stark lost his love for the natural world centuries ago, around the same time as his immortality had lost its shine. One grows tired of monotony, and sometimes chaos can be a little fun.

But Natasha is right. He is an alchemist. A scientist.

Chaos is dangerous. If the prophecy is to be taken literal, then yes, an eternal night that turns nature against itself would be catastrophic.

Kate already knows her, Yelena pipes up, causing the black wolf to grunt.

Oh, we know, Fury’s eye lands on Kate. She tries not to cower. Have you shown them?

It was one coffee-

That’s not what I’m referring to. Fury flashes the image that Kate had shown them nights before, under the waning halfmoon, when she had scratched you during the attack.

The pack comes alive with anxiety, all at once. This had been just between Kate, Fury, and Clint. Now that it’s out in the open, they’re all looking at Kate with a variety of emotions from anger to annoyance to fear to wonder.

It was an accident! Kate whimpers.

Accident or not, there’s no taking back what’s been done. Fury lifts his gray muzzle to the sky, noting the clouds beginning to pass over the moon. She was meant to choose, but if fate has chosen for her, then so be it. On the next full moon, she will be one of us, whether or not she is prepared to face her destiny.

Kate’s stomach turns guiltily. She’s already doomed you to a fate you know nothing about.

Until then, Fury continues, keep close to her. You remember what your first time was like. Bring her to us when she knows what you are.

Kate nods. Yes, of course. Got it.

She misses the jealous look Carol sends her.

And Kate, Fury’s chest rumbles with another growl. Time is not on our side, but try not to... frighten the girl.

When the gathering is dismissed, and the spells officially closed, Kate and Clint begin their trek towards the town home they share. Whenever asked, Clint tells strangers he’s Kate’s father in favor of answering some awkward prying questions. In truth, Clint is the closest to a father Kate has had in a long, long time.

We don’t care if you’re interested in her like that, Clint abruptly interrupts their quiet running.

But you were right. I shouldn’t distract her from her destiny. Kate whines softly.

Maybe people have two destinies.

Kate finds it hard to argue when Clint is so goddamn reasonable.

One thing was for certain: the future is closing its teeth around them. The prophecy is real and it’s true, and Kate has put an unwitting victim into fate’s unkind hands.

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wolfarrowepz · 2 years ago

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BBB Rd4- Fill #3/ AFG Fluff- Fill #2/ DLB mini round 2022- Fill #2

Card #: B081 (Bucky Barnes Bingo) and AFG fluff doesn't have a card number and B020 (Darcy Lewis mini round multiverse)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/ Clint Barton/ Darcy Lewis

Rating: PG13

Warnings/Triggers: Images of the moon, the woods at night, wolves, a flower, JeremyRenner, Kat Dennings and Sebastian Stan.

Title: untitled wolf au like #4

Summary: They spend the moon running and chasing each other. In the morning they wake up in a pile by the backdoor.

A/N: What is this ship name? I like it. Also werewolves, I wouldn't be me if I did fill a square with werewolves. And my neck hurts now.

Image Credits: Found all either in a basic Google search or Unsplash.

Created for: @buckybarnesbingo and @anyfandomfluffbingo and @darcylewisbingohq

Square/Prompt filled: Bucky Barnes Bingo Y2/Werewolves and Any Fandom Goes Fluff B1/ Werewolf AU and Darcy Lewis Bingo mini round multiverse card A3/Full Moon.

#buckybarnesbingo2022 #anyfandomfluffbingo #dlbingohq #wick's fic #bucky barnes #clint barton #darcy lewis #werewolf #moodboard

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fuckyeahdarcylewis · 2 years ago

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blood moon, stone heart

by Merideath

Trapped in a cage with a blood moon rising.

Words: 774, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Werewolves, Monsters, Halloween, Mythology - Freeform, B-Movies, Wolf cap, no betas we die like uncle ben

via AO3 works tagged 'Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers' https://ift.tt/JzvWuLb

#AO3 works tagged 'Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers'#darcy lewis #steve rogers #darcy x steve #fanfictions

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dresupi · 4 years ago

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Werewolves - Darcy Lewis/Thor Odinson

for @syrenslure 323 words Rated T Omegaverse, First Scent

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He knew it was something when he first scented it.

Thor was running through the forests of Midgard when the captivating scent wafted up into his nose. From all around him. It was all around him.

Sunshine. In the middle of the night.

Without a cloud in the sky to obscure the moon from his sight. He knew it was nearly midnight. There should be no hints of sunshine anywhere in his area.

And yet...

He followed it deeper into the forest, and when he came upon another wolf, it gave him pause. There wasn’t a thing to suggest that Midgardians changed with the moon like he did. Most Asgardians didn’t do this either.

But when he crept upon her (because this wolf was a her, he could tell that much), he smelled sunshine and coffee?

Coffee was most assuredly not a beverage enjoyed by wolves, so he knew in his heart of hearts that she had to be like him.

She allowed him to stay with her for most of the night, running from him in that way that most wolves did, but she was worse at it, almost allowing him to catch her.

By the time the first actual sunshine had peeked over the horizon, he was absolutely certain of two things.

This woman was a werewolf like him. And she was his.

As her fur gave way to long brown tresses and her body grew taller in the chilly air, his own still towered over her and she opened her eyes, looking him up and down.

“Oh damn... somebody up there loves me...”

He had to laugh because she wasn’t wrong. But if he knew Midgardians like he did, he also knew she wasn’t ready to hear that.

“I’m Thor,” he said.

“Of course you are,” she replied, eyes wide. “I’m Darcy.”

“Well, Darcy... I believe you are mine.”

“On the contrary, Thor,” she teased. “I believe you are mine.”

#Hammershock #Darcy x Thor #Thor x Darcy #Darcy Lewis #Thor Odinson #Darcy/Thor #Thor/Darcy #Halloween Prompts 2020 #orange #my writing #syrenslure

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reylo · 5 years ago

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Enemies to Lovers/VillainxHeroine Ships

I wanted to recommend some of my fav ships and a few fanfics to go with them. *whispers* don’t judge me.

Jude x Cardan - The Cruel Prince

behind the throne by ignitesthestars

Bitten Tongues by MaryWollstonecrafty

Yon-Rogg x Carol Danvers/Vers - Captain Marvel

Break by DenseHumboldt

House of Memories by AnonymousMink

Trail Blazers by DenseHumboldt

Paper Faces by AnonymousMink

To live and die alone by judelaw

Carol & Yon-Rogg A-Z Drabbles by Keira_63

Chalice by DenseHumboldt

I'm a failure of your Universe by judelaw

Zuko x Katara - Avatar: The Last Airbender

More than the Price of Honor by heza08

Julian x Jenny - The Forbidden Games

Ritual of Shadows by ZombieVampireAuthor

The Resurrection by Baloo

Dark to Light, or Light to Dark by ZombieVampireAuthor

A Shadow Minder by a Happy Psychosis

Loki x Darcy - Thor

Smoke & Mirrors by latessitrice

The Stargazer's Deal by amidtheflowers

Syllogisms by emily.down

Suddenly, Darcy by magwitch

In That Moment by PinkMillennial

A Drop in the Ocean by Saerafina

A Pen and Darcy Lewis by molescout

Birdcage by Angels Fall Hardest

Caroline x Klaus - The Vampire Diaries

Ubiquitous by G.M.Portraepic

Genuine Beauty by Prince-Frost

Bree x Alex - Twilight

The Not So Short Second Life of Bree Tanner by Oy Angelina

Ashes through an Hourglass by Oy Angelina

Ginny x Tom Riddle - Harry Potter

Fire & Ice by PlonkerOnDaLoose

Underworld by Tara1189

Tempus by Tara1189

LullabyTara1189

Fear of FallingFaeline

Clandestine by thegreennoodle

The Lesser EvilFireAngel23

A Little Secret by Willowingends

The Law of Complementary Colors by could-have-beens (eryn_laegolas)

Colouring Hearts by Recipe

Sarah x Jareth - Labyrinth

A Forfeit of Dreams by KL_Morgan

In Love And War by waking epiphany

The Fairy Ring by FreakinGodzilla

The Goblin Market by Viciously Witty

Underside by Pika-la-Cynique

Wedding Dress For Sale by Ergott

Kisshu x Ichigo (Dren x Zoey) - Tokyo Mew Mew Power/Mew Mew Power

Healing by cruelfeline

The Fickle Fourteen by Rizu Once Again

Rey x Kylo Ren - Star Wars

Balance by NotSoJollywood

don't open your eyes yet by Ramblesx

landscape with a blur of conquerors by diasterisms

The Death of Kylo Ren by nymja

The Danse Macabre by Rellie

The Wolf by Smutmaker_heartbreaker

Within Monsters by AnonymousMink

Sky Marked Souls by AnonymousMink

Like Young Gods by diasterisms

Equilibrium by RayShippouUchiha

Anastasia x Gleb - Anastasia The Musical

The Only Thing I Lose by princessrorora

as we draw to a close by Shamelessly_Radiant

safe and warm by princessrorora

Comrade and Princess by blue3ski

what names can bring. by wolvesandgirls

Sesshomaru x Kagome

Second Alliance by Imani Joain

Unspoiled by forthright

E Pluribus Unum by Drosselmeyer

Tales From the House of the Moon by Resmiranda

Imperceptible by forthright

Frivolous Sentimentalities by Tally Mark

Bite meTally Mark

The Once and Future by TaiyoukaiRosieB

Hermione x Draco - Harry Potter

Love and Other Misfortunes by SenLinYu

Jealousy by rainsrabble

The Dragon's Bride by Rizzle

Clean by olivieblake

Predestined by diemdoll (orphan_account)

Claiming Draco Malfoy by pagan

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heroicadventurists · 5 years ago

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2020 Eisner Award Nominees

Best Short Story

“Hot Comb,” by Ebony Flowers, in Hot Comb (Drawn & Quarterly)

“How to Draw a Horse,” by Emma Hunsinger, The New Yorker, https://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/how-to-draw-a-horse

“The Menopause,” by Mira Jacob, The Believer, https://believermag.com/the-menopause/

“You’re Not Going to Believe What I’m About to Tell You,” by Matthew Inman, The Oatmeal, https://theoatmeal.com/comics/believe

“Who Gets Called an ‘Unfit’ Mother?” by Miriam Libicki, The Nib, https://thenib.com/who-gets-called-an-unfit-mother/

Best Single Issue/One-Shot

Coin-Op No. 8: Infatuation, by Peter and Maria Hoey (Coin-Op Books)

The Freak, by Matt Lesniewski (AdHouse)

Minotäar, by Lissa Treiman (Shortbox)

Our Favorite Thing Is My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, by Emil Ferris (Fantagraphics)

Sobek, by James Stokoe (Shortbox)

Best Continuing Series

Bitter Root, by David Walker, Chuck Brown, and Sanford Greene (Image)

Criminal, by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips (Image)

Crowded, by Christopher Sebela, Ro Stein, and Ted Brandt (Image)

Daredevil, by Chip Zdarsky and Marco Checchetto (Marvel)

The Dreaming, by Simon Spurrier, Bilquis Evely et al. (DC)

Immortal Hulk, by Al Ewing, Joe Bennett, and Ruy José et al. (Marvel)

Best Limited Series

Ascender, by Jeff Lemire and Dustin Nguyen (Image)

Ghost Tree, by Bobby Curnow and Simon Gane (IDW)

Little Bird by Darcy Van Poelgeest and Ian Bertram (Image)

Naomi by Brian Michael Bendis, David Walker, and Jamal Campbell (DC)

Sentient, by Jeff Lemire and Gabriel Walta (TKO)

Best New Series

Doctor Doom, by Christopher Cantwell and Salvador Larocca (Marvel)

Invisible Kingdom, by G. Willow Wilson and Christian Ward (Berger Books/Dark Horse)

Once & Future, by Kieron Gillen and Dan Mora (BOOM! Studios)

Something Is Killing the Children, by James Tynion IV and Werther Dell’Edera (BOOM! Studios)

Undiscovered Country, by Scott Snyder, Charles Soule, Giuseppe Camuncoli, and Daniele Orlandini (Image)

Best Publication for Kids

Akissi: More Tales of Mischief, by Marguerite Abouet and Mathieu Sapin (Flying Eye/Nobrow)

Dog Man: For Whom the Ball Rolls, by Dav Pilkey (Scholastic Graphix)

Guts, by Raina Telgemeier (Scholastic Graphix)

New Kid, by Jerry Craft (Quill Tree/HarperCollins)

This Was Our Pact, by Ryan Andrews (First Second/Macmillan)

The Wolf in Underpants, by Wilfrid Lupano, Mayana Itoïz, and Paul Cauuet (Graphic Universe/Lerner Publishing Group)

Best Publication for Teens

Harley Quinn: Breaking Glass, by Mariko Tamaki and Steve Pugh (DC)

Hot Comb, by Ebony Flowers (Drawn & Quarterly)

Kiss Number 8, by Colleen AF Venable and Ellen T. Crenshaw (First Second/Macmillan)

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up with Me, by Mariko Tamaki and Rosemary Valero-O'Connell (First Second/Macmillan)

Penny Nichols, by MK Reed, Greg Means, and Matt Wiegle (Top Shelf)

Best Humor Publication

Anatomy of Authors, by Dave Kellett (SheldonComics.com)

Death Wins a Goldfish, by Brian Rea (Chronicle Books)

Minotäar, by Lissa Treiman (Shortbox)

Sobek, by James Stokoe (Shortbox)

The Way of the Househusband, vol. 1, by Kousuke Oono, translation by Sheldon Drzka (VIZ Media)

Wondermark: Friends You Can Ride On, by David Malki (Wondermark)

Best Anthology

ABC of Typography, by David Rault, translation by Edward Gauvin (SelfMade Hero)

Baltic Comics Anthology š! #34-37, edited by David Schilter, Sanita Muižniece et al. (kuš!)

Drawing Power: Women’s Stories of Sexual Violence, Harassment, and Survival, edited by Diane Noomin (Abrams)

Kramer’s Ergot #10, edited by Sammy Harkham (Fantagraphics)

The Nib #2–4, edited by Matt Bors (Nib)

Best Reality-Based Work

Good Talk: A Memoir in Conversations, by Mira Jacob (One World/Random House)

Grass, by Keum Suk Gendry-Kim, translation by Janet Hong (Drawn & Quarterly)

Kid Gloves: Nine Months of Careful Chaos, by Lucy Knisley (First Second/Macmillan)

Moonbound: Apollo 11 and the Dream of Spaceflight, by Jonathan Fetter-Vorm (Hill & Wang)

My Solo Exchange Diary, vol. 2 (sequel to My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness), by Nagata Kabi, translation by Jocelyne Allen (Seven Seas)

They Called Us Enemy, by George Takei, Justin Eisinger, Steven Scott, and Harmony Becker (Top Shelf)

Best Graphic Album—New

Are You Listening? by Tillie Walden (First Second/Macmillan)

Bezimena, by Nina Bunjevac (Fantagraphics)

BTTM FDRS, by Ezra Claytan Daniels and Ben Passmore (Fantagraphics)

Life on the Moon, by Robert Grossman (Yoe Books/IDW)

New World, by David Jesus Vignolli (Archaia/BOOM!)

Reincarnation Stories, by Kim Deitch (Fantagraphics)

Best Graphic Album—Reprint

Bad Weekend by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips (Image)

Clyde Fans, by Seth (Drawn & Quarterly)

Cover, vol. 1, by Brian Michael Bendis and David Mack (DC/Jinxworld)

Glenn Ganges: The River at Night, by Kevin Huizenga (Drawn & Quarterly)

LaGuardia, by Nnedi Okorafor and Tana Ford (Berger Books/Dark Horse)

Rusty Brown, by Chris Ware (Pantheon)

Best Adaptation from Another Medium

Giraffes on Horseback Salad: Salvador Dali, the Marx Brothers, and the Strangest Movie Never Made, by Josh Frank, Tim Hedecker, and Manuela Pertega (Quirk Books)

The Giver, by Lois Lowry, adapted by P. Craig Russell, (HMH Books for Young Readers)

The Handmaid’s Tale: The Graphic Novel, by Margaret Atwood, adapted by Renee Nault (Nan A. Talese)

HP Lovecraft’s At the Mountains of Madness, vols. 1–2, adapted by Gou Tanabe, translation by Zack Davisson (Dark Horse Manga)

The Seventh Voyage, by Stanislaw Lem, adapted by Jon J Muth, translation by Michael Kandel (Scholastic Graphix)

Snow, Glass, Apples, by Neil Gaiman and Colleen Doran (Dark Horse Books)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material

Diabolical Summer, by Thierry Smolderen and Alexandre Clerisse, translation by Edward Gauvin (IDW)

Gramercy Park, by Timothée de Fombelle and Christian Cailleaux, translation by Edward Gauvin (EuroComics/IDW)

The House, by Paco Roca, translation by Andrea Rosenberg (Fantagraphics)

Maggy Garrisson, by Lewis Trondheim and Stéphane Oiry, translation by Emma Wilson (SelfMadeHero)

Stay, by Lewis Trondheim and Hubert Chevillard, translation by Mike Kennedy (Magnetic Press)

Wrath of Fantômas, by Olivier Bocquet and Julie Rocheleau, translation by Edward Gauvin (Titan)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material—Asia

BEASTARS, by Paru Itagaki, translation by Tomo Kimura (VIZ Media)

Cats of the Louvre, by Taiyo Matsumoto, translation by Michael Arias (VIZ Media)

Grass, by Keum Suk Gendry-Kim, translation by Janet Hong (Drawn & Quarterly)

Magic Knight Rayearth 25th Anniversary Edition, by CLAMP, translation by Melissa Tanaka (Kodansha)

The Poe Clan, by Moto Hagio, translation by Rachel Thorn (Fantagraphics)

Witch Hat Atelier, by Kamome Shirahama, translation by Stephen Kohler (Kodansha)

Best Archival Collection/Project—Strips

Cham: The Best Comic Strips and Graphic Novelettes, 1839–1862, by David Kunzle (University Press of Mississippi)

Ed Leffingwell’s Little Joe, by Harold Gray, edited by Peter Maresca and Sammy Harkham (Sunday Press Books)

The George Herriman Library: Krazy & Ignatz 1916–1918, edited by R.J. Casey (Fantagraphics)

Krazy Kat: The Complete Color Sundays, by George Herriman, edited by Alexander Braun (TASCHEN)

Madness in Crowds: The Teeming Mind of Harrison Cady, by Violet and Denis Kitchen (Beehive Books)

Pogo, Vol. 6: Clean as a Weasel, by Walt Kelly, edited by Mark Evanier and Eric Reynolds (Fantagraphics)

Best Archival Collection/Project—Comic Books

Alay-Oop, by William Gropper (New York Review Comics)

The Complete Crepax, vol. 5: American Stories, edited by Kristy Valenti (Fantagraphics)

Jack Kirby’s Dingbat Love, edited by John Morrow (TwoMorrows)

Moonshadow: The Definitive Edition, by J. M. DeMatteis, Jon J Muth, George Pratt, Kent Williams, and others (Dark Horse Books)

Stan Sakai’s Usagi Yojimbo: The Complete Grasscutter Artist Select, by Stan Sakai, edited by Scott Dunbier (IDW)

That Miyoko Asagaya Feeling, by Shinichi Abe, translation by Ryan Holmberg, edited by Mitsuhiro Asakawa (Black Hook Press)

Best Writer

Bobby Curnow, Ghost Tree (IDW)

MK Reed and Greg Means, Penny Nichols (Top Shelf)

Mariko Tamaki, Harley Quinn: Breaking Glass (DC); Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up with Me (First Second/Macmillan); Archie (Archie)

Lewis Trondheim, Stay (Magnetic Press); Maggy Garrisson (SelfMadeHero)

G. Willow Wilson, Invisible Kingdom (Berger Books/Dark Horse); Ms. Marvel (Marvel)

Chip Zdarsky, White Trees (Image); Daredevil, Spider-Man: Life Story (Marvel); Afterlift (comiXology Originals)

Best Writer/Artist

Nina Bunjevac, Bezimena (Fantagraphics)

Mira Jacob, Good Talk (Random House); “The Menopause” in The Believer (June 1, 2019)

Keum Suk Gendry-Kim, Grass (Drawn & Quarterly)

James Stokoe, Sobek (Shortbox)

Raina Telgemeier, Guts (Scholastic Graphix)

Tillie Walden, Are You Listening? (First Second/Macmillan)

Best Penciller/Inker or Penciller/Inker Team

Ian Bertram, Little Bird (Image)

Colleen Doran, Snow, Glass, Apples (Dark Horse)

Bilquis Evely, The Dreaming (DC)

Simon Gane, Ghost Tree (IDW)

Steve Pugh, Harley Quinn: Breaking Glass (DC)

Rosemary Valero-O'Connell, Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up with Me (First Second/Macmillan)

Best Painter/Digital Artist

Didier Cassegrain, Black Water Lilies (Europe Comics)

Alexandre Clarisse, Diabolical Summer (IDW)

David Mack, Cover (DC)

Léa Mazé, Elma, A Bear’s Life, vol. 1: The Great Journey (Europe Comics)

Julie Rocheleau, Wrath of Fantômas (Titan)

Christian Ward, Invisible Kingdom (Berger Books/Dark Horse)

Best Cover Artist

Jen Bartel, Blackbird (Image Comics)

Francesco Francavilla, Archie, Archie 1955, Archie Vs. Predator II, Cosmo (Archie)

David Mack, American Gods, Fight Club 3 (Dark Horse); Cover (DC)

Emma Rios, Pretty Deadly (Image)

Julian Totino Tedesco, Daredevil (Marvel)

Christian Ward, Machine Gun Wizards (Dark Horse), Invisible Kingdom (Berger Books/Dark Horse)

Best Coloring

Lorena Alvarez, Hicotea (Nobrow)

Jean-Francois Beaulieu, Middlewest, Outpost Zero (Image)

Matt Hollingsworth, Batman: Curse of the White Knight, Batman White Knight Presents Von Freeze (DC); Little Bird, November (Image)

Molly Mendoza, Skip (Nobrow)

Dave Stewart, Black Hammer, B.P.R.D.: The Devil You Know, Hellboy and the BPRD (Dark Horse); Gideon Falls (Image); Silver Surfer Black, Spider-Man (Marvel)

Best Lettering

Deron Bennett, Batgirl, Green Arrow, Justice League, Martian Manhunter (DC); Canto (IDW); Assassin Nation, Excellence (Skybound/Image); To Drink and To Eat, vol. 1 (Lion Forge); Resonant (Vault)

Jim Campbell, Black Badge, Coda (BOOM Studios); Giant Days, Lumberjanes: The Shape of Friendship (BOOM Box!); Rocko’s Modern Afterlife (KaBOOM!); At the End of Your Tether (Lion Forge); Blade Runner 2019 (Titan); Mall, The Plot, Wasted Space (Vault)

Clayton Cowles, Aquaman, Batman, Batman and the Outsiders, Heroes in Crisis, Superman: Up in the Sky, Superman’s Pal Jimmy Olsen (DC); Bitter Root, Pretty Deadly, Moonstruck, Redlands, The Wicked + The Divine (Image); Reaver (Skybound/Image); Daredevil, Ghost-Spider, Silver Surfer Black, Superior Spider-Man, Venom (Marvel)

Emilie Plateau, Colored: The Unsung Life of Claudette Colvin (Europe Comics)

Stan Sakai, Usagi Yojimbo (IDW)

Tillie Walden, Are You Listening? (First Second/Macmillan)

Best Comics-Related Periodical/Journalism

Comic Riffs blog, by Michael Cavna with David Betancourt, www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/comics/

The Comics Journal, edited by Gary Groth, RJ Casey, and Kristy Valenti (Fantagraphics)

Hogan’s Alley, edited by Tom Heintjes (Hogan’s Alley)

Inks: The Journal of the Comics Studies Society, edited by Qiana Whitted (Ohio State University Press)

LAAB Magazine, vol. 4: This Was Your Life, edited by Ronald Wimberly and Josh O’Neill (Beehive Books)

Women Write About Comics, edited by Nola Pfau and Wendy Browne, www.WomenWriteAboutComics.com

Best Comics-Related Book

The Art of Nothing: 25 Years of Mutts and the Art of Patrick McDonnell (Abrams)

The Book of Weirdo, by Jon B. Cooke (Last Gasp)

Grunt: The Art and Unpublished Comics of James Stokoe (Dark Horse)

Logo a Gogo: Branding Pop Culture, by Rian Hughes (Korero Press)

Making Comics, by Lynda Barry (Drawn & Quarterly)

Screwball! The Cartoonists Who Made the Funnies Funny, by Paul Tumey (Library of American Comics/IDW)

Best Academic/Scholarly Work

The Art of Pere Joan: Space, Landscape, and Comics Form, by Benjamin Fraser (University of Texas Press)

The Comics of Rutu Modan: War, Love, and Secrets, by Kevin Haworth (University Press of Mississippi)

EC Comics: Race, Shock, and Social Protest, by Qiana Whitted (Rutgers University Press)

The Peanuts Papers: Writers and Cartoonists on Charlie Brown, Snoopy & the Gang, and the Meaning of Life, edited by Andrew Blauner (Library of America)

Producing Mass Entertainment: The Serial Life of the Yellow Kid, by Christina Meyer (Ohio State University Press)

Women’s Manga in Asia and Beyond: Uniting Different Cultures and Identities, edited by Fusami Ogi et al. (Palgrave Macmillan)

Best Publication Design

Grunt: The Art and Unpublished Comics of James Stokoe, designed by Ethan Kimberling (Dark Horse)

Krazy Kat: The Complete Color Sundays, by George Herriman, designed by Anna-Tina Kessler (TASCHEN)

Logo a Gogo, designed by Rian Hughes (Korero Press)

Madness in Crowds: The Teeming Mind of Harrison Cady, designed by Paul Kopple and Alex Bruce (Beehive Books)

Making Comics, designed by Lynda Barry (Drawn & Quarterly)

Rusty Brown, designed by Chris Ware (Pantheon)

Best Digital Comic

Afterlift, by Chip Zdarsky and Jason Loo (comiXology Originals)

Black Water Lilies, by Michel Bussi, adapted by Frédéric Duval and Didier Cassegrain, translated by Edward Gauvin (Europe Comics)

Colored: The Unsung Life of Claudette Colvin, by Tania de Montaigne, adapted by Emilie Plateau, translated by Montana Kane (Europe Comics)

Elma, A Bear’s Life, vol. 1: The Great Journey, by Ingrid Chabbert and Léa Mazé, translated by Jenny Aufiery (Europe Comics)

Mare Internum, by Der-shing Helmer (comiXology; gumroad.com/l/MIPDF)

Tales from Behind the Window, by Edanur Kuntman, translated by Cem Ulgen (Europe Comics)

Best Webcomic

Cabramatta, by Matt Huynh, http://believermag.com/cabramatta/

Chuckwagon at the End of the World, by Erik Lundy, https://hollowlegcomics.tumblr.com/chuckwagon

The Eyes, by Javi de Castro, https://www.javidecastro.com/theeyes

Fried Rice Comic, by Erica Eng, https://friedricecomic.tumblr.com

reMIND, by Jason Brubaker, https://is.gd/T7rafM

Third Shift Society, by Meredith Moriarty, https://www.webtoons.com/en/supernatural/third-shift-society/list?title_no=1703

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mystockintrade · 5 years ago

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Reminiscent RP intro

ALIAS: Taya

AGE: 29

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

FAVORITE FANDOMS: Marvel (comics, animation and Cinematic [includes X-Men cinematic] universes), DC (Comics, animation, and Cinematic [Extended] universes), Disney (animated and live-action [films, and shows]), Harry Potter, Narnia, Robin Hood BBC, Merlin BBC, The Musketeers BBC, Galavant, LOTR/Hobbit, Sailor Moon, Once Upon a Time, Descendants, Xena: Warrior Princess, Mythology, fantasy.

FAVORITE CANONS: Diaval, Belle, Pocahontas, Danielle Moonstar, Rahne Sinclair, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Darcy Lewis, X-23 (Laura Kinney), Loki, Diana Prince, Arthur Curry, Cassandra Cain, Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, Edmund Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian X, Djaq (Robin Hood BBC), Will Scarlet, Allan A Dale, Marian of Knighton, Morgana Le Faye (Pendragon), Gwen, Merlin, Milady De Winter, Athos de la Fere, Porthos du Vallon, Aramais de Herblay, (Charles) D’Artagnan, Princess Isabella Elisabetta Maria Lucia of Valencia, Galavant, Eowyn of Rohan, Arwen, Legolas, Kili, Tauriel, Thorin, Fili, Lady Dis, Sailor Mercury, Sailor Jupiter, Luna, Ruby Lucas|Red Riding Hood|the Wolf, Emma Swan, Regina Mills|The Evil Queen, Jay son of Jafar, Carlos De Vil, Mal, Evie, Jane, Li Lonnie, Princess Audrey, Uma, Harry Hook, Gil son of Gaston, Xena, Gabrielle, Eve|Livia, Lila, Ephiny, Autocylus, Aphrodite (XWP/HLJ).

FAVORITE PLOTS/TROPES: Found Family, “the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one”, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, Team as family, soulmate-identifying marks, red string of fate, soulmates, redemption arc, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU.

ABOUT: (optional, feel free to tell us about yourself, share a gif, get creative!)

@reminiscentrp

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stubzs87 · 6 years ago

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My tags

My list of tags in case any of my followers want to black list or white list specific posts. If you block anything with the tags wrestling or wwe then you’ll probably block just about 90% of my posts.

My posts:

Wrestling in general = wrestling WWE = wwe Ambrollins (Dean Ambrose x Seth Rollins) = myambrollins Asukamura (Asuka x Shinsuke Nakamura) = my asukamura Baleister (Bayley x Aleister Black) = my baleister My Inhuman series (Involves mostly Ambrollins) = Inhuman Fics that are nsfw = lemon My WWE Weekly Doodles (discontinued) = wweweeklydoodles Tasertricks (Loki x Darcy Lewis) = mytasertricks My original and non shippy fanart and crafts = my art My gifs (mostly wrestling related) = mygifs My photo Edits (again mostly wrestling = my edits My posts of my WWE Events = my wwe events Photos of me = myphotos My cats = my kitties My tarantulas = my tarantulas Misc. posts that involve random life stuff or random photos I’ve taken = mystuff Posts in involving my friends and/or mutuals = friends and mutuals My self-reblogs = self reblogs Posts that involve my personal opinions, likes, dislikes, etc. = personal

My Reblogs:

Wrestling in general = wrestling WWE = wwe Ambrollins = wrestling soulmates Dean Ambrose = deano Jon Moxley = unscripted mox violence Seth Rollins = crossfit jesus Roman Reigns = samoan thor The Shield = da shield Asukamura = empress and king Shinsuke Nakamura = king of extra Asuka = empress of my heart Black Velvet (Aleister Black x Velveteen Dream) = black velvet Velveteen Dream = the experience Aleister Black = glitter butt Ricochet = confetti butt Naomi = the glow Sasha Banks = the boss Becky Lynch = straight fire Charlotte Flair = the queen Charlynch = charlynch Sami Zayn = battery man Mustafa Ali = prince ali Baron Corbin = lone wolf Nikki Cross = i knoo Kairi Sane = pirate princess Ember Moon = moon goddess Finn Balor = human smilie Bianca Belair = the est Nia Jax = nia Pete Dunne = bruiserweight Elias = hello i am elias CM Punk = punky Jeff Hardy = brother nero Sheasaro = husbands of the kilt Cesaro = swiss superman Neville (Pac) = angry elf NXT = nxt New Japan Pro Wrestling = njpw All Elite Wrestling = aew Loki = lowkey Darcy Lewis = taser queen Tasertricks = tasertricks Tom Hiddleston = hiddles Kat Dennings = kat den Tutorials and helpful things = helpful Prompts and personal inspirations = inspiration Art of all types = cool art Cats = kitties Foxes = fox Spiders/tarantulas = spiders Forever reblogs = forever reblog Worldly news and stuff (generally whatever I reblog that’s not fandom related) = worldly news The Walking Dead = twd Marvel related = marvel Random fandom related posts = misc

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lady-thor-foster · 7 years ago

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Take Me Home // Thor x WOC AU P1

Pairing: Thor x WOC

Word Count: 2k+

Warning: Angst, smut, alcohol mention, drugs mention, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR WILLY BEFORE YOU DILLY)

A/N: This was actually posted on my teen wolf blog but I loved the story so much that I adapted it to Thor because I felt like it would fit really well. Don’t worry, the final chapter is already written and queued up for next week so you don’t have to wait a million years for me to post again lmao. I hope you like it!

Inspiration: “Take Me Home” ~ Jess Glynne

“Came to you with a broken faith, Gave me more than a hand to hold Caught before I hit the ground Tell me I’m safe, you’ve got me now

…

Could you take care of a broken soul? Oh, will you hold me now? Oh, will you take me home?”

Next Chapter

Another night of getting shitfaced and absently fucking some already forgotten person. Another night of pretending my life isn’t spiraling out of control. Another night of pretending I’m not a complete failure while all my friends are out graduating college, getting married, having families and living their dreams. Another night of temporarily drugging my demons and pretending I don’t hear them scream. Another night of struggling to hold my head above the water; it’s another night of failing to pretend my problems away.

Every voice around me is muffled. The party shows no signs of ending soon. People are attached by the face and hip in every corner; I’d see more modesty in a brothel. Navigating the sea of alcoholic debauchery, I manage to find my way to the front porch. The cold air bathes my overheated skin and for one small moment, I can breathe. I lift my thick curly hair from the nape of my neck and close my eyes to savor the fleeting peace. Opening my eyes, I fumble in my jeans pocket for my phone. It’s 2:48am. I can barely focus. With nothing but sheer drunken will, I locate the one name I’m always looking for. Thor Blake. Sleep is beginning to overtake me; my eyelids have never felt so heavy. Pressing the call button, I bring the phone to my ear. It rings twice before a sleepy voice picks up.

“Hello?” How does one person bring me so much comfort? Even in my drunken stupor, his voice resonates in my soul. Thor is home.

“I need you,” I whisper. The scent of rain fills the air and the wind blows in warning.

“Where are you?” He’s completely awake now. I can actually hear him rushing out of bed to put on pants. His keys jingle softly in the background. He’s coming.

“Strange’s. There was a party. I don’t want to be here anymore. Please.” My throat constricts and my chest fills with an aching emptiness I might never be able to fill.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” The line goes dead and a sigh of relief escapes my weary body. Sinking onto the porch bench, the party rages loudly in the house behind me. I look up at the moon with sleep laden eyes; so full and beautiful.

Lying down, I try to take small comfort in knowing I’ll see him again.

It’s been 3 years since I broke up with him. It was the worst decision I ever made, but I did it for him. It killed me every day. He deserved better than me; the broken girl with no idea how to make her dreams come true. Eventually he started dating again. Jane seemed like the best thing that ever happened to him…until she died. I saw him at the funeral. I’ve only ever seen that look of despair on his face once, the night I stupidly shattered his heart because I was afraid he’d leave me. It was the worst decision I ever made, but I thought I was doing it for him.

I don’t remember calling him. I don’t remember passing out on that uncomfortable rickety bench. I don’t remember Thor picking me up, kissing my forehead and tucking me into the front seat of his car. I don’t remember making him pull over and vomiting on the side of the road. I don’t remember him making me drinking my favorite Gatorade to keep me from getting too dehydrated. I don’t remember him carrying me to his shower and helping me wash the night away. I don’t remember him drying me off, dressing me and tucking me into his bed. I don’t remember him whispering “you’re safe now” into my ear as I fell asleep in a bed full of heartbreaking memories. But he does.

I’ll never forget the haunted yearning look on Thor’s face when I woke up the next morning. He must have been watching me from the doorway as I slept. His side of the bed was bereft with cold; I was alone last night. I’m not surprised at all. Sitting upright, my hangover bitch-slapped me. I groaned and clutched my head in my hands.

“There’s aspirin on the nightstand.” His voice, normally filled with sunshine and love, was devoid of emotion. I looked up. Gone was that desperate look; he wore his stoic mask beautifully. The ache in my chest hurt more than any hangover ever could. I missed him.

“Thor? How did I-?”

“You called me last night drunk off your ass. I found you passed out on the bench in front of Strange’s house. What if something had happened to you? What the fuck were you thinking!?”

His anger was majestic. The way his cheeks flushed with red made the blue of his eyes stand out strikingly. If I squinted, I could almost see steam coming out of his ears. I didn’t even care that he was yelling at me just as long as he kept talking to me. I missed him. I winced as his voice gained another octave. He noticed. Looking at me sheepishly, he sat on the farthest corner of the bed from me. That haunted look was back. Another knife sliced my chest as the weight of breaking his heart settled over me. There seemed to be no mercy from the consequences of my actions.

“I’m sorry.” The simple fact that he felt he had to apologize to me spoke volumes. I’ve never met anyone with a greater capacity for love.

“Please don’t. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re right; it was foolish of me to get wasted like that. Thank you for coming to get me.” Something shifted in Thor. His mask of stoicism slid back into place and he stood up. Turning his back to me, he headed towards the master bathroom.

“I have to get ready for work. You can stay here if you wish; your clothes are on top of the dryer.” He closed the door behind him and I hugged my knees to my chest.

Gathering my strength, I pulled the comforter from my body. Looking down I was surprised to find he’d dressed me in my favorite red shirt of his. I couldn’t believe he kept it. The cotton fabric felt so soft against my body; a thousand tender kisses and feather-light touches caressed my brown skin. The sound of the water running graced my ears and I headed towards the bathroom. Not stopping to consider the consequences or the high possibility of his rejection, I walked in.

Thor didn’t notice I was there until I’d stripped, stepped into the shower and wrapped my arms around his waist. For a fleeting moment he allowed himself to relax into me. For a fleeting moment, we were us again. I missed him. Detangling himself from my grip, he turned around to face me. Tension hung thickly in the air as neither of us said anything. Water gently poured down this face; he was beautiful. His gaze swept my body and he sighed heavily. Before I had the chance to react, his lips were pressed firmly against mine and his hands were tangled in my hair. Heaven: that was the only way to describe how it felt to kiss him again. He was still my home. I bit his bottom lip and he moaned into my mouth. Moving his hands from my hair to the back of my legs, he picked me up and locked my ankles behind his back. Only Thor could make my body burn this way. I gasped as he slid himself into me, filling me perfectly. His lips moved to my neck where he sank his teeth into my skin. God, he felt so good. He pinned me against the shower wall and we rocked into each other. The hot water only fueled our anguished desire. With every thrust, kiss, bite, and moan we poured ourselves into each other. Sex with Thor was always intense but this was something else entirely. It was like everything we couldn’t say had somehow been unleashed. Every sorrow, wish, hope and love filled us both. He pulled away and met my gaze.

“I love you.”

I wasn’t sure who said it but in this moment it didn’t matter. We both felt it. I clutched him tightly as a furious orgasm tore through my body. His thrusts lost their rhythm as he emptied himself into me. We were connected by something more powerful than either of us could understand. This was more than lust, more than love. With one last kiss, he pulled himself out of me. The empty feeling made me ache to have back immediately. He handed me the bottle of soap and turned away. We showered in silence. The weight of our broken hearts weighed heavily in the air.

He didn’t look at me as we dried off and dressed. He actually went out of his way to avoid my gaze. I don’t know what hurt more: him ignoring me or knowing that I deserved it. Thor tossed me another one on his tee shirts, grabbed his camera bag and headed for the door. He turned back and paused momentarily.

“I’ll be home at 7pm. Your key is still on the hook by the front door.” Without another word, he hoisted has bag onto his shoulder and left. The slam of the front door reverberated through the apartment and I was alone again. I crawled back into his bed, my hangover a distant memory.

“What do you mean she’s at your apartment right now?” asked a very confused Darcy Lewis.

Thor was currently sitting at a bar with two of his closest friends, trying to figure out what exactly do with the fact that you were back in his life. He was suddenly glad he didn’t tell them he fucked you in his shower.

“Okay, what is the point of her?” he asked. He rolled his eyes at his annoying friend and took another swig from his beer.

“She makes a good point, Thor…why is she in your apartment?” Brunnhilde questioned. The bar they were sitting at suddenly felt stifling. Feeling claustrophobic, he downed the last of his beer and sighed heavily. He’d always hated alcohol but, in moments like these, he could understand why his father drank himself half to death.

“I couldn’t bear to see her leave just yet,” he whispered. Thor was at war with himself. He shouldn’t have kissed you. Kissing you again awakened a part of his soul he fought so hard to bury. It might shatter him if you left again…when you left again. He shouldn’t have had sex with you in his shower. Getting to lose himself in you even just for a little while soothed his aching heart that always seemed to miss you. It might shatter him if you left again…when you left again. He shouldn’t have let you stay. Seeing your face in his apartment again made it feel so much more like a home. The realization that you thought he turn his back on you after screwing you in the shower this morning sucker punched him. He shouldn’t have left you alone.

Even though last night was the first time he’d seen you in a long time, he knew you were struggling. When you lost your mother last year, he went to the funeral. You were the only one standing there as they lowered her into the ground. You didn’t cry. He studied you from a distance as you stood in silence while watching her grave be filled. When it was done you walked away, downing a flask. He meant to go up to you then, but he wasn’t sure you’d want to see him. He was the only one who knew how abusive your mother had been to you. She was an angry, bitter woman who lashed out at everyone. When her illness finally took her, you were the only one who seemed to care. He loved you for it.

As the months went by, it became harder and harder to pick up the phone and dial your number. He’d heard from your mutual friends that you’d taken to partying heavily. He was terrified of receiving that phone call that said you shared you mother’s fate. After Jane, he couldn’t bear to lose another person he loved. When you called last night, he was so relieved to hear your voice. You were his home. He shouldn’t have left you alone.

“What are you going to do now?” asked Brunnhilde

“I wish I knew.” Darcy and Brunnhilde nodded in understanding. They knew you were more than just an ex for Thor. You were, and still are, the love of his life. Thor flagged down the bartender to pay his tab. He had to face you sometime.

“Alright ladies, I should be getting back. Thanks for this.”

“Anytime, buddy. You know that.” Brunnhilde pulled him in for a hug and Darcy patted his shoulder in encouragement. Grabbing his things, he headed to his car.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t follow him? They could kill each other,” Darcy told Brunnhilde.

“They’ll be fine. They’re soulmates.”

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ao3feed-thor · 2 years ago

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blood moon, stone heart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/hvPITBs

by Merideath

Trapped in a cage with a blood moon rising.

Words: 774, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Werewolves, Monsters, Halloween, Mythology - Freeform, B-Movies, Wolf cap, no betas we die like uncle ben

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/hvPITBs

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

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tarnishedhalo · 6 years ago

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Cowslip - Does your muse usually exhibit ‘grace under pressure’?

Intrusive Botony || Accepting

“Kind of a loaded question there, Darce,” he says. He says a lot of things. The way his hands move and he’s not looking directly at her, says he’s buying time, and he is. Riley always weighs his words carefully when he isn’t completely trashed because those kinds of things come back to haunt less observant, less patient men.And the truth is, he’s not sure. Doesn’t think about it. He supposes he does. Slips into parade rest, and let’s the situation flow over him like water off a...well, a duck’s back. Most of the time. Not exactly while he’s on the job. Didn’t have that luxury when he was a PJ, saving lives. Now though, there’s moments between the gunfire and the eventual screaming that he can find a bit of calm. Has to, to keep doing what he does.In more personal settings... his sister would laugh at the question and shake her head. Tell Darcy he’s got 0 chill. With her? He doesn’t. He never has. And that’s hard to explain to people not involved in their daily lives. With his friends, well...depends on the situation really. And with his father? With the Jersey Devil? Yeah, that shit’s not happening. His dad is the kind of man that Riley...he tries to make excuses for and finds it harder and harder to do so. With his ex-wife? Some day he’s going to put her six feet under. And no one is going to blame it for him.“Suppose it depends on your definition of ‘grace’ and ‘pressure’.”

#Thanks!Darcy <3 #Wolf-Moon|Darcy Lewis #Of Wolves and Eagles|Darcy and Riley #Hooked on the Silver Screen|MCU #Agents of Shield|Subverse #thedarcydichotomy2

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marvelousbirthdays · 7 years ago

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Happy Birthday, pegasusdragontiger!

April 25 - Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers (smutty/fluffy/crack) Witch Darcy with the prompt "you and I would have really attractive children." for @pegasusdragontiger

Written by @iamartemisday

“What if I cast a spell on him?”

“What if you talked to him?”

“But that would be awful, wouldn’t it? I’d be taking away his right to choose.”

“Or you could talk to him.”

“Maybe I could brew one of those pheromone enhancing potions. Then I’d be completely irresistible. Yeah! I’d only need about three days to make it.”

“You could also just talk to him?”

“Jane! Seriously,” Darcy slammed her fist on the desk and rounded on her annoying best friend, who laid herself out leisurely on Darcy’s couch like she owned the place. “If you’re not going to say anything helpful, how about don’t say anything at all?”

“I am being helpful.”

“No you’re not, you’re being sensible and logical as if that’s what I need right now. I know you don’t get it because sexiness is written into your DNA, but some of us have to put effort into getting a date.”

“Since when do I have sexiness in my DNA?” Jane asked this as she sipped on a glass of blood and licked the excess off her inch long fangs. She moaned at the taste and her red eyes darkened as her hunger was sated.

Darcy groaned and put her head down. “There has got to be an easier way to do this. How am I ever going to tell Steve how I feel if I can’t even be in the same room with him without turning myself invisible?”

“Or into a potted plant,” Jane chuckled, referring to an incident from two months ago when Darcy ran into not only Steve, but half his pack at the mall. Her panicked reaction in the middle of a crowded store nearly gave one sweet old lady a heart attack. She’d almost successfully purged the whole thing from her memory, so thank Jane for one more spectacular display of uselessness.

“Yeah, I’m so glad you were amused,” Darcy snapped. “Because I sure wasn’t. And neither were any of those people who thought they were suffering a mass hallucination.”

“You wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just suck it up and talk to him,” said Jane as she poured over one of her many star charts. “At least drop some hints. He’s a werewolf, not a mind reader.”

“Okay but…” Darcy twiddled her thumbs like the scared virgin she most certainly was not. “What if I got him a puppy?”

Jane facepalmed, and likely would’ve continued to goad Darcy until the sun came up. Her face changed as she glanced out the window, a gleeful smile wiping away all traces of exasperation. “Speak of the devil. Looks like we have company.”

Darcy made a huge mistake. She followed Jane’s eyes. There, strolling down the street with an almost full moon overhead, was Steve Rogers. Looking like a delicious snack in a skin tight blue t-shirt and jeans. Darcy’s stomach flip-flopped, then dropped into her feet.

“Oh my god.” She dove for the couch and hid her head under a pillow. “Did he see me?”

“Not yet, but he will,” Jane said, her voice low and full of evil.

“No way!” Darcy shouted. “I’m not going out there and you can’t make me!”

She blinked once, and she was outside. Cool wind blew at her face, numbing her cheeks. She didn’t need to ask how it happened. The tingling sensation of hands on her brain told her all she needed to know even before she saw Jane’s eyes swirling with hypnotic power.

“I hate you,” Darcy muttered, “I really hate you right now.”

“Whatever. Just go.” Jane pushed her lightly forward.

Darcy held her ground, digging her feet into the dirt. She would cast a spell to bury herself were she not fairly sure Jane would spend all night digging her out. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she listened to Steve’s steps grow louder. There was one other set walking in time with his. Their voices carried far in the quiet of the night and Steve’s melodic laughter as Bucky recounted whatever stupid thing his pack did this week made her toes curl.

“He looks busy,” she said weakly. “We should wait. Try again tomorrow. Or next week or something.”

Jane rolled her eyes and, as soon as the two men were level with them, glided across the street like some kind of ethereal night goddess. She twirled around Bucky, cutting him off mid-word. She whispered something in his ear and then nibbled on it for good measure. Bucky’s eyes turned gold and he growled hungrily as Jane led him away. She winked at Darcy before the two of them disappeared into the shadows, and it was all Darcy had in her not to scream.

‘Stupid sexy vampires…’

“I guess we’ve been abandoned,” Steve said, ambling over like he had no idea Darcy was quietly dying from proximity to him.

“Uh huh…” she choked out. “I uh… I guess we’ll uh… we…”

‘Did you cast a tongue tying spell on yourself? MAKE COMPLETE SENTENCES GODDAMMIT!’

“So how’s your day going?”

‘Nailed it.’

“Not bad,” Steve said, stretching his arms and giving Darcy a fantastic up close and personal look at his muscles. There goes her panties. “Pretty tiring. My pack didn’t have the best hunt tonight and neither did Bucky’s. We might have to knock some heads in later.”

“Just alpha problems, huh?”

Steve chuckled. “Pretty much. That and teaching kids how to hunt and get used to transforming. It’s been pretty rough since Clint’s son turned thirteen.”

“Yeah, that must be rough,” Darcy said, “regular puberty is bad enough. I can’t imagine what werewolf puberty is like.”

“Let’s just say not fun.”

Darcy laughed and so did Steve. The twisting fear in her gut had lessened significantly, making her think this might actually have a chance of working out.

‘Okay Darcy, you’re on a roll now. You can make this work. Just don’t say anything stupid.’

“I bet you and I would have awesome kids.”

Everything stopped.

‘OH MY GOD! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I SAID DON’T SAY ANYTHING STUPID NOT SAY THE STUPIDEST THING POSSIBLE HOLY SHIT RUN. RUN NOW. RUN FAST AND FAR AND NEVER STOP UNTIL YOU COLLAPSE AND DIE. THEN BURY YOURSELF. WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST BURY YOURSELF WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE. WHY-’

To silence the hysterically screaming voice in her head, Darcy turned to the next best option. “That was a joke. I didn’t mean that. I meant… something that wasn’t that. Something that doesn’t remotely resemble what I just said. Because obviously I’d never say that or…”

Her mind cleared, allowed her to take in the shock etched on Steve’s face. His eyes bulged, his lips caught between a smile and a frown. Somehow, he was still sexy as hell with an expression that bizarre.

“Uh…” Darcy shook her head which felt ready to explode. She took a stance and waved her arms at him. “You are now under my power! You are now- where’s my wand?”

Darcy searched her pockets, but came up empty. Of all the days for her to forget it. In her desperation to save herself further embarrassment, she ignored the shadow cast over her as Steve approached. He placed a hand over hers, stopping her in her tracks. Nervously, she met his gaze, ready to issue a proper apology when he beat her to the punch.

“Darcy, it’s okay,” he said. “I know what you’re trying to say.”

She rubbed her eyes. “You do?”

“I do,” he said. “If you wanted to go out with me, all you had to do was ask.”

Darcy licked her lips. God, he was beautiful up close. She was glad he wasn’t in wolf form tonight. Those lupine, goldenrod eyes of his were sexy in a dangerous kind of way, but God, those baby blues did things to her. And then of course there was his mouth.

“Okay, well… do you want to go out sometime?”

“Yes, I would,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I’m free now if you’re up for it.”

“You bet your perfect ass I am,” she said, not even caring if she seemed overeager. “Let’s go. I’m starving.” ‘And not just for food.’

“How about that twenty four hour diner next to the laundromat? They have the best cherry pie in the world.”

“Works for me.” Darcy clung to him as they walked down the street, content to never let him go and never fear making a humiliating mistake around him ever again. ‘I guess Jane was right. I really did just need to talk to him…

‘Note to self: never ever tell Jane she was right.’

#shieldshock #werewolf AU #fuckyeahdarcylewis

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