#all this happened because I saw the village outside the border and I was like oh. how can I make this bad

[meltsyoutodeath]

It’s happening again.

Of course, most of them knew this would happen again. Some looked forward to it. Some tried to forget it. Some were afraid of truly losing something this time, of somehow, not being able to get back the people they lost, fought against, hated, loved, killed.

It never mattered in the end. They were scars, and they were there, and occasionally it’d come up between the people who were in those games, but it doesn’t tend to be a big deal. Sometimes, one of them will have a nightmare about killing a friend, blood running down their hands, weapon thrown haphazardly to the ground after the moment of panic has passed. Sometimes, one of them will have a nightmare about cacti and bloody fists. Sometimes, one of them will have a dream about ice, snow and a home, and that dream will turn into a fence that seems so much taller than it is and broken hearts. Sometimes, one of them will have a nightmare about  clocks and ticking time, a betrayal that, much later, in an unrelated moment, becomes trust and a bond they cannot break.

None of them are having those nightmares now.

Those who look around notice the lack of a man who was once a king, then a loyal knight, and then a heartbroken wolf.

Most of them do not look around. One of them’s heart aches. Most of them simply run.

Of course, it’s fun. It’s always been fun, at least in the beginning. It’s fun until it isn’t. It’s fun until you begin to forget who you were before this place and your memories begin to fade away.

It’s fun, when you wake up on your bed in another server, after thinking your life was over, that that was it, gasping for air or laughing hysterically or in an eerie silence, remembering just what all that has happened was.

This world has a border.

Every one of these games does. Forces them to fight, one of them, the one who occasionally has more than two eyes, explained once. It’s more interesting and fun like this, he had said.

Normal worlds have borders, too. It’s just that those aren’t truly there; they create them in their minds, to limit, subconsciously, how far from what they took so long to build they can go. Those borders are surpassable, and it’s even fun to explore beyond them, although they don’t realize there was ever a border in the first place.

This border is blue and transparent and doesn’t stop moving.

There is a village right outside the border.

There had been a village in this game, once, in the first time. It had been a useful resource, although sometimes one may think of a burning tree or a creeper that exploded a little too close when looking at a village.

They try to reach the village. It’s exciting, with its promise of resources and trades and people who aren’t trying to kill them. Of course, villagers aren’t like players, but it’s still something nice, on top of being useful for trades.

There are houses in the village, with happy people living their lives and worrying about no timer ticking in the corner of their vision or boogeyman curses. They have roofs over their heads and items in their chests, there’s people they know won’t betray them for a tainted win of a twisted game that they’ll forget they agreed to come to soon.

The players approach the village, with all its promises and whispers. Subconciously, some of them want to be under a stable roof. Consciously, some of them want to loot the place. Consciously, some of them want to kill its residents. Subconsciously, some of them are jealous they won’t die in the hands of who they love.

There is a barrier in front of the village.

They try boats, they try jumping through it, but it doesn’t work. They look at the wheat and the houses and the farm. The barrier moves in front of them.

They turn around, some quietly, some grumbling about lost resources, some complaining that it’s unfair, some pretending they don’t care.

They cannot have the village.

[martialartslover7]

Weird Wednesday Headcanon: Outside of Team 7, Neji, Shikamaru and Kiba sympathize the most with Sasuke's fall from grace after the Five Kage Summit.

Alright, this is another headcanon of mine that can be written off as "mental", but hear me out, this has so much potential.

I'd like to think that, outside of Team 7, Sasuke wasn't just closely acquainted with Naruto, Sakura or Kakashi, but also:

Neji (whom we even got a small teaser hint of a rivalry between him and Sasuke for, which sadly, never came to be, because Byakugan VS Sharingan is a question in the community, that truly needs answering)

Shikamaru (shogi rivals, nuff' said, the only guy, that managed to corner Shikamaru at his own game, I mean, Sasuke is meant to be a genius too, so, why not?)

Kiba (just being around him, Sasuke's IQ just automatically decreases, but in a fun way, like Renji and Uryu from Bleach, considering, Kiba had lived most of his life, surrounded by moody, dominating women, and he might be Sasuke's "stay-in wingman", when it comes to Sakura, or they would just talk about how tiring women can be, but they do manage to get best results out of you with their motivation, and he would be way easier to handle for Sasuke, because unlike Naruto, Kiba ain't braindead)

These are the three main players, but if you want, you can also put Choji and Rock Lee into the mix, considering that, later down the road, Sasuke's and Choji's daughter would end up becoming besties, and if Might Guy wouldn't survive the war, he and Lee can become the new Kakashi and Might Guy, the next generation, if you will. And this is ironic, because...

...just by coincidence, who else was sent to get Sasuke back, to prevent him from defecting to Orochimaru? Ah yes.

But now, I get to the meat and bones of this thread. And that being, the reason why I believe personally, it was a wasted opportunity to not give Sasuke more personal allies that sympathize with his actions, after he joined the Akatsuki.

Like, NO ONE can tell me, that the Uchiha weren't the only ones, who were under close observation within Konoha borders, by the elders. Sure, they were the biggest target, but it leaves you asking, especially in regards to those clans, who are either the strategist faction, or possess sensory type abilities: What about them? Wouldn't they suspect that something was going horribly wrong over there, at the Uchiha compound? Did absolutely NO ONE hear the screams, or blood splatters? I am just not sold on the idea that EVERYONE in Konoha blindly agreed to Tobirama's discriminatory policies, some had to know better than most. The select few, who weren't exactly fans of just distancing themselves from another clan, all because some frankly racist piece of garbage for a Hokage said so, along with the useless shitstains, that are the Konoha elders, especially Danzo.

And now, three people come to mind, where I truly felt like, they could have been there that night, when the Uchiha clan was being slaughtered, and they were either too late to stop it, or Itachi had knocked them out with his Genjutsu (which purposely contradicts Madara's propaganda about "no one in the village cared about the Uchiha, and only saw them as tools"). And ironically, they are probably the very select few of the adult shinobi, who weren't complete sub-human trash.

Hizashi Hyuga.

Shikaku Nara.

Tsume Inuzuka.

Just picture these three adults being the only ones, who caught on to what was happening, through not just the screams of terror, the smell of blood, or seeing through the walls with the Byakugan from Hizashi. But sadly, by the time they arrive, most of the Uchiha were already slaughtered. And right before they could even act to evacuate those, who may have survived, Itachi arrives, and knocks them clean out with his Tsukuyomi, not killing them, as their passing would just cause an uproar throughout the village, the following day.

And once Danzo learns, that three non-Uchiha, Leaf shinobi, were actually present that night, and they may or may not have caught a glimpse of who else was there that night, Hizashi, Shikaku and Tsume were forced to stay silent on the matter, as Danzo threatened them, through the lense of the ROOT Anbu:

"Dare to let a single word about last night's events slip, then your clans will be receiving severe repurcussions."

I mean, sure, it's kind of silly to try and silence three unrelated Leaf ninja into keeping silent, but considering how paranoid the elderly can be, especially Danzo, I wouldn't put it past him to actually go there.

And how convenient, because as the story progressed, two of these adults would wind up deceased. Shikaku died in the 4th Great Ninja war. One piece of the puzzle, gone.

Hizashi would actually be the first one to die, before all two of them, because the Hyuga clan was trying to mend their security blunder that one fateful night, when someone from Kumogakure tried to kidnap Hinata. But keeping in mind everything I just said, it just adds another layer to how corrupt this shinobi system truly is. Who is to say, Danzo basically bribed the Hyuga elders to sacrifice Hizashi, in place of Hiashi, because he couldn't possibly risk that one defiant Hyuga showing lip to the Hokage? Something to think about. Even if Hiruzen remains a useless piece of shit. You can never be TOO careful, right?

Tsume would probably be the only adult to keep on living, to tell the tale, and through her, does Kiba learn, how deep the rabbit hole with Danzo actually goes, and how Sasuke's hatred for the village MIGHT be """mildly""" justified. Especially if Neji and Shikamaru were to approach him about their own clan blunders, involving Danzo, right after his passing at the hands of Sasuke.

But especially Neji, man... If everything I said gets applied in practice, it would mean, outside of Naruto, he might also be considered worthy of facing Sasuke in battle, after the Five Kage Summit. Because, not only does he more than understand how it truly feels to lose family and loved ones, but also, how this entire shinobi system is essentially screwing over those, who were unfortunate enough to be born into families, that get treated like dirt by the government, that is supposed to protect them. Just imagine their exchange, while Kiba faces off against Jugo, and Shikamaru holds Suigetsu at bay.

"A slave to your own family... I really don't need another moral lecture from a man, who willingly decided to stick to his own kin, despite them viewing you as nothing short of cannonfodder. And yet, despite it all, you still side with them... Run, Neji. Run and hide with your insignificant existence weighing you down, before I tear you to pieces." --Sasuke

"No, Sasuke. You're wrong. If it's any consolation, I am more than able to sympathize with your current state of mind. As of recently, I had to learn the hard way, that you and I, at the end of the day, are not so different. Believe me, you're not the only one, who was royally screwed over by the same village that you once swore to protect. The only reason, why I am not defecting, is because I still have family left to protect... Which is something I cannot say on your behalf, as much as it saddens me to say this. You have every right to hate us. Especially considering, we believed the rumors first, leaving no room for you to speak up and defend yourself. I didn't come to lecture you. And I won't run... because I am going to make you listen." --Neji

Pretty epic, isn't it? I am sorry, Neji is just the GOAT to me, and anything to make him and Sasuke spiritual broskies, I am here for that. Just visualize how adrenaline-driven their encounter would end up being, if you add the Bankakyo Byakugan into the mix. This is how Neji's Bankakyo would look like (source by Aleister Brown):

And for context on what this eye gives Neji for busted abilities, which make him a more or less equal match to Sasuke, after he got Itachi's eyes implanted:

Left eye: Foresight (he can look 10 seconds into the future, to predict Sasuke's moves, before he could even pull them off)

Right eye: Timeskip (improves his Taijutsu, by basically freezing time all around himself, and teleporting, at anything his eyes can see for time)

And, to make it even, with the Bankakyo, you can even summon a chakra avatar, similar to the Susano'o called, Sarutakahiko, take a look:

And because it's me, this is the music that plays in my mind, every time I am trying to visualize their fight, with these conditions being met:

...and to end this thread on a more comical note, when I said, Sasuke's IQ lowers around Kiba, and I compared the two to Renji and Uryu, here is why. It's even more ironic when you consider, Uryu and Sasuke have the same seiyuu! Noriaki Sugiyama! Check it:

OK, OK, enough with that. Have a nice day.

Peace.

[watercloud7]

BATFAM PROMPT:

Feral Talon Dad Bruce Wayne AU

The bat kids are raised by a Cryptid zombie horror murder man who loves them very very much❤️

Bruce is sent to kill the Graysons by the court of Owls and kidnap their child to make him a Talon.

Dick witnesses the whole thing but because he’s so young in this AU like basically a toddler he’s terrified and when Bruce picks him up to take him back to the Owls Dick snuggles into him and sobs and screeches and he’s angry and confused and scared and tiny but This massive murder monster who killed his parents is the only comfort he has.

Dick is alone and he has no one. No one is coming to save him, no one is coming for him , his mama and daddy are gone and the only thing left is …. Whatever the hell this cryptid horror zombie is.

So Dick, takes his comfort where he can, which today comes in form of zombi does Bruce Wayne and that’s what it takes i guess.

Bruce breaks out of conditioning and vanishes into thin air with the kid. Only he doesn’t go back to the court.

Maybe this Bruce takes baby Grayson away and raises him as a feral murder baby.

They live secluded and away from anyone and anything. Maybe the mountains in Nanda parbat. They’re so discreet and good the league of assassins doesn’t even know their mountains are technically compromised.

Bruce raises Dick in complete secrecy. Literally like a wild child, Bruce occasionally travels to the town over to bring back toys and books and whatever he finds that he thinks would make Dick happy.

Dick sees and longs for peoples and connections and more. He loves Bruce but Bruce is basically like Ariel’s dad WORSE he’s basically mother gothel, he’s seen so many horrors and he’s so paranoid. He just wants his son to stay alive and away from any harm.

keeping Dixk locked away and safe from the Owls that mean him horrific torture and agony. Safe from the world, Safe with Daddy😭❤️.

SIGN LANGUAGE ENTHUSIAST BATFAM HEADCANON.

Bruce’s voice is … zombified and uncomfortable to use, so he teaches himself sign language and then teaches Dick. They invent their own dialect. Just for them😭

Dick gets big enough to want to see the world, to understand what happened, to find himself outside of his adopted eldritch Dad, and MAYBE! Make a damn friend like he’s been seeing in those picture books Bruce brings for him every week.

He “runs away” in a fit of teenage rebellion or whatever you wanna call it, after Dick gets caught sneaking into a village a couple kilometres from their Cosy little cave they like to call home.

Bruce is furious and terrified and he’s everything a scared father is after finding your kid missing from their room when they were supposed to be home hours ago.

Dick explodes in frustration and tears and off he goes.

He goes back to the beginning. To Gotham.

A half deadly Half sunshine all Feral Dick Grayson is roaming the world all alone when he stumbles across a considerably less feral

Less deadly Jason Todd.

Jay is an orphan and this weirdly affectionate clueless terror of a guy just imprinted on him

and won’t leave him alone.

I mean Scary bird boy is a stage 5 dumbass, zero bark, Zero bite 100% cuddles kinda guy.

(Seriously this dude has no concept of personal space and it’s bordering on infuriating) but Jason is like 99.9% sure he just saw him down crime alley snapping the resident rapists necks.

The men that call girls avoided and the police did isn’t care to arrest, so clearly bird boy is not a bad guy but he’s definitely not Harmless either.

Jason likes his style though.

Maybe the court of owls tries going after Jason or tries to kidnap Dick again.

Bruce finds them in the nick of time and slaughters every single one of the Owls once and for all.

Shenanigans ensue and they all bond.

Love love love. Bruce literally adopts him the minute he sees him.

Bruce and Dick teach Jay sign language.

Jason teaches Bruce and Dick how to read.

Jason loves his feral dad and brother.

MAYBE! Tim parents were Owls.

The rich wealthy elites of Gotham succumb to their nefarious ways in an ironic and cathartic end, survived by their heir Timothy Jackson Drake. Who up until now they had been grooming into becoming the next Owl man, he’s been trained to kill and torture and every other bad guy skills he needs to be their evil little successor.🫡

Bruce gets rid of them though.

WOMP WOMP.

Maybe after killing Timmy’s parents Bruce is just like…

Bruce: awwwwww this reminds me of how Dick’s surprise adoption went!

Tim:…. Bro you can’t just murder my parents and call this a surprise adoption.

Bruce: we can call this a kidnapping if you wanna keep it 💯 but either way you’re coming home with me

Tim: …. I ain’t even like em like that fr. Let me just pack a bag real quick.

The Drakes parenting was abhorrent so after Bruce kidnaps him ,Tim is viciously violent at first but after Bruce shows Tim patience and kindness.

Tim develops Stockholm syndrome like instantly and just latches onto Bruce like it’s the first instance of true love and care he’s ever felt.

Jason is actually the most normal and well

adjusted out of his Psychotic family. Ironically he’s the only one out of all of them that hasn’t killed someone lol.

Tim latches on violently to Dick & Jason, it’s adorable and scary and very creepy in a wholesome way. Tim absorbs any kind of attention like a sponge and has separation anxiety. He likes to watch them sleep and follow them every where they go like a puppy, only he does it in the shadows and takes candid pictures of them he collects religiously.

He’s a complete weirdo.

Dick finds him Absolutely delightful, he wants to gobble him all up and cuddle at every opportunity, he enables all Of his bad habits and Jason does his best to damage control and encourage Tim to dabble in more healthy hobbies and ways of showing affection but ultimately Dick Grayson remains undefeated as a bad influence.

Dick is a good big brother, so obviously he’s gotta participate in his baby brothers love language so Timmy can feel seen and appreciated.

So now Jason has TWO stalkers shadowing him everywhere he goes. 3 when Bruce is feeling sentimental.

Jason tolerates his families psychotic and feral behaviour because he loves them more then life itself and if anyone else said anything like that about them he’d snap their necks.

Jason shows his affection in normal ways like beating up peoples trying to start a fight with his brothers and cooking for them because they can’t cook to save their lives.

Sometimes Jason will wonder on how exactly Dixk survived all those years in that cave with an immortal Bruce who doesn’t need to eat.

(Bruce would catch wild animals and Dixk

Would eat the meat raw, sometimes he’d hold his blood soaked hand full of flesh out wanting to share with dad, but Bruce would just drag Dick closer to him and nudge him to keep eating his dinner)

Jason feels bad and bakes him sugary monstrosities included but not limited too:

Oreo chocolate chip maple soaked marshmallow pancakes.

Sour candy lucky charm jam filled donuts.

Triple Chocolate Nutella and peanut butter Reese cookies.

Jason is appropriately horrified at what he’s created every time.

But Dick tasted sugar for the first time and doesn’t know how to act.

The kids are living their best lives but Bruce Is SPIRALLING.

The more kids Bruce acquires the more stressed he gets.

There’s a really angsty scene where Bruce breaks down holding onto his kids and crying. He’s not a monster, he just wants these kids to be safe. He doesn’t wanna kill anymore, he doesn’t wanna hurt things anymore.

He wants to go home with his babies.

He wants to take all of them back to their busted creepy cave in nanda parbat.

But Dickie Isn’t a baby anymore, he wants his family close but he also wants MORE, he wants to be around people he wants to discover the world. Jason was born and raised in Gotham and Bruce can’t in good conscience rip his life apart like that.

And then there’s Timmy. Honestly the Tim is this AU is an unhinged obsessive gremlin, he just goes wherever his family wants to go, nothing else really matters to him but them.

And so Bruce decides to stay in Gotham and hides them all in an abandoned building. It’s kind of like a nest.

Bruce stashes his babies in a Makeshift safe house until he can figure out a way to make all this work.

Maybe Alfred finds their weird little makeshift Family when he stumbles into their safe house and manages not to get immediately killed.

Alfred is VERY worried about the state in which these kids are living.

He vows to lure them and their Dad to a safer better living arrangement.

Maybe Bruce gets severely hurt and the kids kidnap Alfred to patch Bruce up.

Alfred is appropriately horrified at the undead creature growling and hissing while he treats their mortally terminal wounds, but keeps as much composure as an ex-military general would about it.

Bruce like totally imprints on Alfred And like a cat, he drags each and every one of his kids into Alfred life for him to babysit and look after while Bruce goes out to do whatever zombie dads do.

Alfred has no choice in the matter and has effectively acquired spontaneous grandkids and a son.

Bruce: daddy?

Alfred: …. Boy do I look like-⁉️

They move in with Alfred basically over night.

Damian is either created Through the league of assassins who stole the courts strongest talon’s DNA (Bruce’s DNA) to recreate it. Or any other way I guess I donno? Maybe Talia and Bruce got jiggy with It at one point when they were in those mountains. PFFFF LOL GIVE ME IDEAS.

Gonna run with the first idea ?

Damian is created in a lab, Maybe the Drakes latest project was too recreate their greatest success which had been Talon!Bruce.

Tim revisits his parents lab randomly and discovers this. An abandoned lab and abandoned cryogenic chamber containing a baby.

Tim grabs the kids and runs back home.

Jason is exasperated and Alfred panics a bit cause…. Huh?!?!

Jason: Seriously guys? We can’t afford Another surprise adoption right now.

Alfred: do you mean a “kidnapping”

Jason: don’t be mean! It’s their love language 😡

Alfred: wonderful… is it safe to assume I’ll be raising yet another grandchild?

Jason: that’s the spirit, anyway we gotta find a much bigger apartment than this, it’s getting crowded.

Alfred: Ah, my sincerest apologies for the inconvenience caused by my oversight. It seems I should have anticipated my being abducted by a feral street urchin and his entourage of lethal pets. Quite the oversight on my part, I’ll begin apartment hunting right away sir.

Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian: *living their best life while Alfred tries to wrangle them out of shenanigans*

Anyways They take Damian in and he’s just as feral and eldritch horror as his daddy. He’s got his big brother’s trademark behaviours too!

Tim’s severely anti social mess , Dick’s creepy uncanny valley nature and Jason’s love for baking!

It’s so sweet how much he takes after his sibling and Bruce couldn’t be more proud of his litter of horror.

Alfred is honestly such a trooper through all this, salute the GOAT.

I wrote this on a whim! If y’all wanna hear more about this AU, if you want it written, let me know!

[mayullla]

Quest: Find a lost boy who ran away from home to the forest.

Character(s): Orc (Oc / Original work) Summary: You headed to the forest in search of the boy and happened to find an orc camp and somewhere on the side saw the boy in the hands of a tall orc. Tags/warnings: Yandere!monster (male monster), fem!reader, kidnapped/trapped, violence (both to the reader and outside), constant fear of being eaten, running away, being treated like a pet Note: Just to make sure while I was writing this I wasn't thinking the dnd style kind of thing but more so the generic common monsters that you find in games that you must kill RPG. (.... just that the orc is very tall and buff...)

{ - JRPG Quest masterlist - }

Find a boy who ran away from home. The boy had gotten into a fight with his father because he didn't want to help out with work preferring to go out and spend time with his friends. The boy had run away in the morning but didn't come back home even after the sun started to set. His parents were worried and looked everywhere in the village but no sight of the boy.

They found out that someone had seen the boy running to the forest alone. They were in terrified when they heard it and the father wanted to walk straight into the woods and search for his son but was stopped by his friends who tried to calm him down. The man was nothing more than a farmer and it would be dangerous for him to go into the forest like this when there was many monsters lurking within the woods. It was preferable that someone who had the skills to handle it.

That is probably where you come in when you took the quest. Their pay wasn't really luxurious which was understandable for a farmer's family you thought that there could be a chance that their friends also chipped in a bit of money to help out in paying the fee.

But what you found in the search was something different and more severe for it could cost the lives of the whole village.

Ho... you looked at the camp made out of goblins and orcs. This was too dangerous for you to handle alone you thought to yourself as you looked at the armed orcs and the laughing goblins carrying rusty swords.

Goblins in this world are not necessarily the smartest, or most powerful strength or stealth wise as a matter of fact they are known to be weak alone and even beginner hunters can mostly take care of them if given the right training. And while many tend to stick in groups of 30 or less you never really saw this many of them at once.

There were more than 80 goblins from what you can see. Wild monsters that laugh so painfully to your ears as you were sure that there were more. Yet you could not help but gulp when you saw the many orcs around the tribe while not as many as the goblins they were half the many as goblins. Tall green-skinned monsters were taller than the people that you know. Long canine teeth show as they guard the borders of the camp with strong builds, tattoos, and necklaces of skulls both humans and other creatures you knew that these orcs were not for show.

You were supposed to run away and tell the guards of a nearby village that about the camp when you heard a small child screaming voice.

Running to the sound, you found a boy held by his collar by an orc. The boy tried to kick the orc yet it was useless when you compare their builds, the orc was too strong. That child was about to be taken by the orc when you screamed at them with your dagger out ready to hurt. "Realise the kid, unless you want to die." You warned the orc who stared at you. He didn't seem intimated at you, almost as if looking down at you with his bored stare.

He was taller than you, taller than humans. To him, you were nothing but a plant of wood at best or very thin twigs of bones.

Glancing at the child then at you as he moves the child back facing you, closer to you. You wondered if the monster was going to mock you for even trying, when you see his muscles you knew it might as well take three to four knights moving all together to even have a chance to take it down compared to an adventurer like you.

"Trade."

.... What...?

The gruff voice told you, not expecting them to say something like you have to do a double take wondering if you heard that wrong. Yet it seems that you weren't mistaken as he huffed in your silence.

"Trade boy. You stay."

"What..." You could not believe what the orc was talking telling you to trade your life if you wanted the boy to live. You considered it but fear swelled in your heart till you heard the boy's whimper and looked at him. Tears in the boy's eyes, he was terrified.

"You stay... boy let go. You mine." The orc repeated again, looking at you waiting he still held the boy on the neck.

The boy's life was within your hands. The boy whimpered again as the orc's grip tightened on the boy's clothes. He wasn't patient. "Trade!" You screamed at the orc your eyes on the boy.

The orc looked satisfied as he dropped the boy to the ground and as you tried to take the boy away cautious of the orc instead of attacking from a change of mind or taking the boy away saying that was all just him mocking you he instead grabbed you.

"HEY! LET GO OF ME!!" The orc tossed you on his shoulder as if you were nothing but a potato sack. You tried to scream as you beat his back with yours but he didn't seem bothered by your feeble attempts.

You yelled at the boy to get away from here and that you can handle yourself, the boy tried to help yet the moment he tried to grab a strong the orc growled at the flinching boy.

When you could not see the boy, far away that you were sure that he had time to run away if something goes terribly wrong you started to protest demanding that you would let down this instant as your leg and fist hit his muscles you knew he wasn't pained by any of your feeble attacks and what weapon you had was quickly tossed away by him the moment he threw you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You were getting close to the camp...

You gulped as the goblins and orcs all stare at you in the arms of the orc, some goblins staring hungrily at you as if you were a meat buffet and maybe that was what they thought of you when one tried to reach out for your arm.

Only to freeze when the orc glared at the goblin growling as if warning the smaller weaker monsters to watch it. The goblin quickly backed away from you fearful of their own monster ally. You wondered if you were safe for a moment. Just a moment you thought that you would not be eaten at least not by them. You wondered if the orc wanted to eat you all to himself.

Into a camp hut, you were tossed into the stiff bed as you wondered if you would die right at this moment. Ripe limb from limb, you wanted to defend yourself but without a weapon and the orc being too tall, you didn't think you could even win much less escape as you will be mobbed by the monsters outside either way.

You didn't know what to do when he didn't do anything to you leaving you to do whatever you please in the tent, yet he did set boundaries when you tried to step out for a moment to look out or when you went too near to his weapons. He was watching you as sharpened his weapon, growling at you when you did something that you were supposed not to do.

While he let you go about the tent under his watch you could not help but flinch when he planned to head out for a moment, suddenly standing from whatever he was doing, grabbing you, and tossing you again to the bed with your leg tied with a rope to something heavy. After a while, he would come back with berries and fruits for you along with unknown meat (what tasted like a rabbit) and a water bucket.

At night he would join you in the makeshift bed holding you in his arms, you looked away from the monster that held you your heart beating fast as it was too close wondering when it would just bite your head off yet instead of that with his tight hold over you slowly he fell asleep, his breathing can be felt by your hair as you fearfully stayed still.

You thought of running, late at night unable to sleep you thought that this could be your chance to run away when all the other monsters were also asleep but the orc's arm was heavy, hugging your waist you could not help but move a little more than intended. As you tried to get up you checked to see if the orc was still sleeping only for you to stop breathing when you see him staring down at you, warning.

He was awake.

You can't help but wince as you tried to pull away in fear when the rope tied to your ankle stopped you from going any farther. You totally forgot about it... you looked down in instinct as if trying to show that you were small and that you were guilty and sorry. The orc huffed as he pulled you closer to his chest. Your head bumped into his long tusk.

Because of how you have been trying to move you were facing his chest now and pulled closer to him your nose bumped into his chest. You closed your eyes trying to act as if you were asleep sure that he was still watching you, daring to make any sudden movements.

He wasn't much of a talker and without your weapon, you weren't much of a fighter, you were a tiny human that a buffed orc kept like a pet in his own home. All he did was command you with one word, not fluent in human language but knowing just enough to force you to do something. For a moment you thought that the orc was actually nice when you noticed how careful he was around you as if you were fragile like glass.

What a horrible thought.

"Eat." A grape in from of your face but you looked away. It wasn't like you didn't want to but right now you just lost hope as he took you farther and farther away from your home. Tossed like a potato sack as the monster went farther and farther away from the nearest village. Yet when they found a village smaller than the one you save the boy was from, you could not help but feel bile come to your mouth as you heard the screams and fires a little away from you. You could not help them not when you were placed in a cage with other pitiful humans and guarded by more orcs.

As you pushed yourself away from the orc who finally collected you when the fire died down a little and more human slaves both young and old. How his clothes were tattered and burnt from the fire and blood stain his weapon and his hands as he grabbed you again and pulled you out of the cage to take you back. For a moment you thought that there was a reason why that skull necklace was on his neck and that it was something that was decoration.

You bite your lip as tears leaked from your eyes when he warningly growled if you were not eating something bad would happen slowly you took the grape to your mouth slowly munching in fear. He huffed again as he took another grape that you were sure was from the village that they raided killing anybody who tried to fight back.

You had to get away. Otherwise, you will really die.

It was a few days after the whole situation as you looked for a chance to run away when the whole place. When the orcs and goblins were moving again that day took a short break near a lake, the orc had left you under a tree to get some water. Maybe he trusted you a little that you would not run away anymore, at least he thought you didn't have the guts to actually run away.

But you did. When nobody was looking, already so used to your presence as the orc's pet you slowly sneaked away and when you were far enough made a mad dash.

You ran and ran even as you felt pain in your ribs you push through the suffering caring about living than a short pain. As you pant tired you still kept running through the forest but you tried your best in fear that this might be your first and last chance you could ever get away from the monsters. You were so desperate even as your legs wobbled you kept on running and didn't see a root of a tree sticking out that your foot caught on and tripped.

"Ow..." You mumbled as you tried to get up but could not help but hiss when you felt the pain in your ankle. You sprained it yet you could not dwell on those thoughts when you heard a loud roar, you knew that he found out that you left.

You need to hide, you need to hide. Looking around you crawled into a hollow log hoping that the orc would not find you. In a few seconds, you hear the sounds of stomps and you knew it was him pulling your legs closed to yourself you prayed that the orc would not look into the log and just give up.

However that hope was only shattered when you saw his face from the hole you crawled in, he was furious you could see in his eyes as he growled that he found you. Before you could crawl deeper into the hollow log away from the monster he grabbed your sprained ankle.

"Mate. Mine." You yelped when he dragged your feet pulling you out of the log with one hand, with how tight he was holding your ankle it hurt so much as he pulled you out upside down. Above the ground, you fearfully looked at the monster as blood rushed to your head. The monster was angry you could see it as he glared at you.

As he looked at your leg, you feared what was going through his head as his hand tightened around your ankle even more as if trying to break it. You screamed in pain as tears flew from your eyes to your forehead and hair. "I AM SORRY!! I AM SORRY!!" You cried out in fear that he would crush your bones to pieces making you unable to walk anymore.

Maybe he understood that you were scared and that you were actually sorry as the strength lessen. Tears still flowed from your eyes as he moved you to his arms now upright as he let go of your leg. You knew that you will not be able to walk for while not when you already sprained your ankle while running away and not when the lingering pain worsened because of the orc hand who was so close to breaking it as punishment for running away.

You are his mate or at least that was what he called you and now you could only doubt that you will ever be able to run away from his grasp. Not when he warned all the other monsters to watch you if you ever escape to catch you, not when he threatened you to dare leave and that he would break your legs if you do. Not when he placed a dog leash on your neck as he held the rope making sure that you will never leave him again.

Note: Okay gotta be honest orcs/goblins are deff not my thing but I had to add either them or goblins one way or another cause it is like one of the most common monsters in RPG games apart from slimes. And since it is like probably impossible for me to think of any goblin scenarios (I tried ;-;) I went for orcs. My mind the whole time was most deff thinking of a buff man than an orc so it may or may not have leaked in my writing. BUT ANYWAY HOPE YOU LIKE IT~!

[k-s-morgan]

Hello! I sincerely hope everything goes well for you in the future. The reason I am sending this ask is that I am taking a class in Stanford called “Genocide and Humanitarian Intervention” currently, and while we haven’t gotten to the part in the course where we talk about current events, my professor said that there is a very clear case to be made that Russia is committing genocide against Ukraine. I was wondering if, as a Ukrainian, you had anything you wanted/would be willing to add. I know you talk about your experiences in Ukraine quite frequently, but I don’t remember if you ever touched on this specific topic. Sorry if I am making you repeat yourself or if this is formatted or worded poorly.

Hi! Thank you for your ask, I'm more than willing to share my thoughts!

Of course, there are large things. Russia is committing genocide by murdering Ukrainian men, women, and children (we have so many new cemeteries now), stealing and burning our land, bombing historical sights and churches, attacking fields with crops, factories, etc. It's eliminating our language and culture in the placed it occupies, and it's been doing it for decades. Most ex-Soviet countries have Russian as their pre-dominant language. Not because they lack their own language, but because USSR spent a lot of effort on turning everyone Russian and making people forget where they come from. Ukraine is not an exception, although it's incredibly resilient, especially now, after the full-scale war.

But Russia is also committing genocide in smaller ways. It bombs our critical infrastructure. We have a severe lack of electricity as a result. What does it entail? Much more than people normally think. As an example, right now, it's over 40 degrees Celsius outside. When there is no electricity, the elevators and air conditioners don't work. Just recently, I was taking a walk, and I saw an old man sitting on the bench, asking people what time it was with increasing desperation. It was already dark outside, and he couldn't get home because he lives on one of the top floors. He can't use the stairs, so he's dependent on the electricity to simply get home.

During the winter 2023, multiple Ukrainians froze to death, mostly those who weren't able to leave their apartments due to the lack of heating and working elevators, the consequence of bombing.

Sick people, disabled people, those with fragile health are all being slowly killed by the situation Ukraine is in. I barely function in such a heat, and I'm a young woman. What about people with heart diseases? What about the elderly?

Hospitals and vet clinics can't perform surgeries with certainty that the generator isn't going to break at the most critical moment. Small business close down because they can't afford to work.

Russia has made bombing a gruesome art. When the bombing is coming, first, it turns on the connection on a combat range. Usually, it happens around 20:00. From then on, we know that the whole country is about to be bombed and people and animals are going to die - we just don't know who's going to bear the worst impact. At around 22:00-23:00, Russian bombers fly out. It takes them about 4 hours to approach our borders and send their missiles. Then another 1 or 2 hours. Sometimes they are faking it. Most often, they are not.

Imagine how it affects every Ukrainian. To know what's coming hours in advance and to be unable to do anything about it. How many nerve endings are being destroyed. How many stress-related diseases are brewing already inside us, waiting to kill us months, years, or decades later.

Fearing for our lives, for the lives of our loved ones. Fearing losing our apartments - regular people like me will be homeless if the missile targets our houses. Fearing dying in the war. Fearing Russians burning down and occupying our cities, towns, and villages.

Russia is killing us in many ways, some instant, some not. And if nothing changes drastically, if the world continues to condemn Russia on words and play nice with it in actions because it's beneficial to them, I think Russia will succeed. We are a very small country compared to it. It will simply overwhelm us at some point, killing and injuring hundreds of thousands and displacing millions of Ukrainians.

Another short video. Note that it's just some scenes from some bombings in some regions in Ukraine, all taken this week. This week alone, Russia sent over 700 bombs, 170 drones, and 80 missiles against my country, including my city, killing many people. And this happens every. Single. Day. For two and a half years.

We are surviving against all odds. For now.

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Okay, second post, this ones mostly about Feyre because honestly, as of chapter 3 I havent really noticed Tamlin being out of character and from what Ive heard his character assassination was supposed to happen very quickly. Idk, right now he just seems like the same guy but traumatized although I'll fully admit that I didnt care that much for him outside of the Feylin romance (which was pretty sweet but too boring for me) so maybe I just didnt pay enough attention to him to fully grasp his character

Feyre is frustrating to me right now because I dont think shes out of character either, right now shes also just the same woman but traumatized, but like, I already know the extent to which her character will be bent for the sake of Rhysand. In these first three chapters she literally thinks something along the lines of "What's there for me to do but sit at home and spend Tamlin's money" Tell me, what does she end up doing in the night court huh????

Another thing thats frustrating is that Feyre clearly has issues communicating her feelings and wants, I know because I also had issues with that, and instead of learning that very valuable skill of telling others about your inner world and trying to work on her relationships (with both Tamlin and with her sisters), shes just gonna end up with a guy who can read her mind so theres no need for her to challenge herself and grow in any way. Yay. One thing especially stuck out to me in this regard was her attituide towards wearing dresses. Feyre does not like wearing dresses, its not like she never got to wear them back at home even though she wanted to, she just doesnt like wearing them in her day-to-day life, but she feels like she has to because she thinks its what Tamlin wants and because she thinks that if she wears pants its gonna somehow signal to the citizens of the spring court that something is incredibly wrong. But again, she doesnt tell anyone this, she doesnt ask Tamlin if he can just explain to everyone that everything is fine and that Feyre just has an unconventional way of dressing, which he would probably be fine with if its still the same guy from the first book. And it doesnt even seem like Tamlin directly made any kind of comment to her about the dresses she wears, she just saw that he was happy when he saw her wear them, which couldve well been him being happy to see her in general but she doesnt even consider that

Theres also the fact that its very unclear what she wants/what her problem is. Now, this actually isnt something that bothers me that much on its own, Feyre is traumatized and lost, obviously she doesnt know exactly what she wants at this point beyond "the situation Im in sucks and makes me feels bad, I want to get out", I think what bothers me is mostly the knowledge that Tamlin is gonna get blamed for a lot of this stuff when its really not his fault.

And I do want to make it clear that I dont think hes doing a great job handling this situation, I know a lot of people in the acotar critical sphere find his actions understandable and justifiable from his perspective and thats true, but hes still doing a bad job handling Feyre's emotional state. Like, one of your beloved's main issues is that she feels horrible because she feels trapped at home, for the love of god just let her go outside on her own. Maybe send her to village thats far inland or close to the border to the mortal realm, surely those monsters are not gonna manage to come that far if youre all going on patrols to kill them as soon as possible. And even if they do, the people of any village are gonna bend over backwards in order to protect their capital c Cursebreaker, shes gonna be fine

But, to get back to my original point, even if Tamlin was a daemati or whatever like Rhys and could read her mind the way she needs it to be read, he would still not be able to figure out what exactly Feyre needs right now because she doesnt know it herself! I literally read all of her thoughts and I dont know! Does she want to help others and be responsible for a whole bunch of people because its what shes always known to do? Does she want to avoid resonsibility for now because she wants to recover from her traumatic childhood of having the responsibility of keeping her family alive on top of all the new UTM-trauma? Its hard to say and that makes sense for Feyre at this point in her life, but she cant just blame people for not understanding her when she doesnt properly understand herself and refuses tl verbalize her feelings

Anyway, thats it for today, hope you enjoyed this

[mudwerks]

(via TOPD and FBI investigating OIS death of Raymond Mattia | Local | kvoa.com)

WHY, Ariz. (KVOA) - A well-respected member of the Tohono O'odham community has been gunned down by Border Patrol agents.

The man's family is outraged and wants answers.

"He called to request for assistance because there were multiple illegal immigrants who had trespassed into his yard and he wanted assistance getting them out of his property."

It happened in the village known as Menegers Dam. a few miles from the U.S -Mexico border.

The family said Mattia went outside when he saw the agents. They claimed he was just two feet away from his front door when suddenly shots rang out.

"I had heard all the gunshots like it was just a war. I just went into shock like I couldn't believe what I was hearing."

The family is still confused as to what happened that night and they want answers.

"They told us there was an estimated 38 shots fired at him. You know that's excessive and we want justice and we want to know what happened and why there were so many Border Patrol out there shooting at him."

this is seriously fucked up

[nancypullen]

Basel, Switzerland

Today we decided to cross a border and visit Switzerland. Of course, when we think of Switzerland we usually think of the Alps, Zurich, Lake Geneva, and probably the cough drops with the guy blowing the loooong orn and yelling. "Riiiiiicola!"

This was not that Switzerland. Basel is just 85 miles from Strasbourg, barely over the border and a little over an hour by local train.

We had waffled on whether we wanted to make a day trip into Germany or Switzerland - we could literally take a tram fifteen minutes to Kehl, Germany for lunch, but opted for Basel. Not gonna' lie, it was just okay. Basel had the misfortune to be on the calendar the day after Colmar, my new favorite spot in the world. It had big shoes to fill. When we exited the train station in Basel we walked right down a main drag on the way to the "Old Town". It was like Rodeo Drive, or maybe Worth Avenue in Palm Beach. Cartier, Rolex, Louis Vuitton, all of the garish trappings of people who need for you to know they're wealthy. Lots of old ladies walking little dogs. I felt very chic in my Skechers.

We grabbed a coffee ad continued our stroll. Within ten minutes we were in the heart of things.

Most of the doors were labeled with the year of the homes construction. Can you imagine living in a building built in 1390?

Everything was very, very tidy. Not as ornate as the French villages we've visited, but charming in its own way.

We explored the city hall (Rathaus) that has been the political center of Basel since 1290.

And of course Mickey had to climb the highest tower in town in the old, old Basel Minster (Basler Münster) Cathedral.

The original church was built on this spot in 820. The current church was constructed beginning in 1019 with the last spire added in 1500. Funny story, it costs 6 francs to climb the tower and when Mickey went to the window to pay the man insisted that he had to produce me before he could go up. If you are asolo traveler, you're out of luck. We thought that perhaps they needed to see his next of kin because of the climb and maybe we looked old? They didn't want to get stuck with his body. But while he climbed the tower I did a quick internet search and apparently it's a popular suicide spot. I'm not sure how having a companion with you would stop that from happening, so I'm back to the not getting stuck with the body theory.

While he climbed I enjoyed the pretty stained glass.

They were especially pretty with the fall leaves outside.

I walked around and looked at all of the dead people that are forever occupants of the cathedral. This was the only woman I saw, she must have been special. I'll have to look her up.

We went down one floor and looked at some more crypts of people we don't know. and then Mickey pointed out yet another door with stairs. It led to a an excavation site of the oldest crypts. One was marked 800, so I assume he was moved there after the church was built.

It was wonderfully creepy.

Back out in the light of day (and among the living) we watched boats ferry people across the Rhine River using a cable.

The boat just sort of slides sideways across the river and the cable keeps him from going downriver with the current, I guess.

We opted to just walk across the bridge.

We ate lunch, explored more, and finally decided to call it a day around 5 o'clock and hope a train back to Strasbourg. All in all, certainly not a wasted day, but not one I'd do again. Pleasant, interesting, but not nearly as beautiful as the other spots we've visited. Here's what we said all day..."Hmmm, Basel is just okay, but the flag is a big plus."

See what we did there? A big plus.

I'm obviously tired, so this little dork is off to bed. Tomorrow we say farewell to the Alsace region and take a train to Paris. It'll be a leisurely afternoon, settling in and maybe just a stroll over to the Eiffel Tower and dinner. Then we'll have three full days before flying home. So much to see! Until tomorrow, stay safe, stay well. stay silly. XOXO, Nancy

[the-firebird69]

This is happening quite often that he is completely late. Tonight's a special night but he needs his rest. And we're wondering whether talking about. There's a huge number of people that find their treatment of people very inhumane and they're saying where inhumane for saying things now they're going to hell and they're going to go in a hand basket but I'm tired of hearing their ridiculous crap from the Max and the others too and people are all going by the farm you're going to die there's a lot of crying and weeping at the meeting tonight that fisherman's village both sides Max and gifted and you should be you're losers and you turn the clan into it and they hate you for it absolutely hate you you're so dumb you can't figure it out I need to explain it in English way too many times so just sit there and die you suck eggs but really we have a lot to talk about and he wants to condensed he's got a shower and go to sleep so you're trying to do that

-there are five tanks outside punta Gorda and about 10:00 outside Port Charlotte and they are rolling around and doing the job and they're getting you 50 of you went out there with 10 trucks that have some armor and they were disintegrated in seconds the tanks now semi-automatic fire my son did that you old and you ran the plants and you gave them up to sit here and bother him and you're an idiots okay that's some idiocy and Garth is the one helping you let go and he actually made a website so you can let your stuff go to him and he keeps getting toys and dumb s*** and he's ridiculous idiot I can't believe what he says all the time it's analogous to this and now I'll get to that and he just says all such a dumb s*** now he's making fun of our son for picking up on the Mac code and he is just a huge dick to him he's a freaking complete I hope that their clan this Kleenex better and he says don't expect anything miraculous I already talked to them in the future and the more lesson system fighting each other there's a little bit of help but I don't anticipate that they're going to do anything helpful and really they're doing what John rainbow Lord does tries to sell what they're doing to the max and I saw it too and we don't want to deal with it really at all so we do see that might go a different way and we don't really see them in the movies just briefly in several nasty movies and then they die over and over and over so many times you think that they're threatening our son too much and they are that's ridiculous their family in the act really gross to him

-several other things are happening I'm just going to list them because it works anyways we have 15 million people trying to get into Port Charlotte and several of them are a rate at the way I'm treating our son but really they're sitting here threatening to do it there are thousands of them at the border mini beyond but there's not that many compared to what there used to be and they're going to get toasted and it has to do with the people that got killed in battle and returning from Battle. They're trying to rush here to tell people what's going on and other people did and they're so lackadaisical and such assholes here they get very mad and they said we can't get in here you're acting like it doesn't matter y'all counting on AI that you have to disable or that will be disabled or completely disabled and destroyed because it would be warring over it and we don't like you at all it started hitting these idiots tons of them are getting hit and then the professor of nothing he started to shoot at people at the courthouse because they were removing him as sheriff and really they didn't do it formally yet they showed up they did it he's got arrested and he went to jail and he fumble of course too I'm sick of talking to them I'm having to do stupid things he's tired and needs to go to sleep so I'm going to sit here and have people hit you because you're doing it I told you that that means hit you you're not you're doing something stupid and they're going to take your skull and crack it open and smash your little f****** noggin inside that's what I have them do your choice I want to list it off that's when I have done to you and you know what I'm talking to cuz I'm telling them to tell you so you can go out there and get a tree or get run over if you want you know just don't get back to you and such yeah a few lineups and shut the f****** in front of your head you're supposed. So is a whole bunch of stuff that happens makes my rate he's a p**** now

-so they're using all their power to sit here and annoy their inventor it's so wrong and it's so freaking dumb that we have to take over stuff I'm sending out the orders now

-that's really what's happening and they're amazing in the five areas and it's more people than last time and it's idiots mostly 99% in his Mac idiots about 90% of them and that will of course get rid of all of the idiots

-send a message with the furbish but we're moving on we have several other things happening here in the punta Gorda Port Charlotte area there is a huge number of people who are bothering us Non-Stop and for some reason they think that stuff happens for them they get stuff it is completely wrong and it's a lie I'm trying to prove it to you but really you're just disappearing completely as you wander around him in circles in this poor area cuz you all act like you're very poor like you're from the streets of Calcutta but I'm going to cut to the chase so things happening

-hey and you don't want us to say now I see it Max's running around arresting people but they don't want us to say because they want to try and kidnap our son but we're going to popularize it because of it I'm going to get it out there in the meat and potatoes they want him to sit here and pain and he's prepped for it and it's fixing it now arresting people is what we're seeing they're arresting anybody who has warrants out on them and they're trying to hold them in jail and send them the prison and incinerate them and do it now because they're fighting you and they should do it it took them a long time to realize it they're very stupid

-we have an action going on outside of town with tanks and some big trucks they're just juices but you people deserve it and I hate to say that but you do and these people fed up with you finally and who the hell wouldn't be and shut up bja you're a loser it looks like a girl for a year good for you some people couldn't tell if you were a woman and it really cost you and it was painful a real pain in the butt as you say cuz you're a f****** retard now the other shooting you and your people and you get shot sometimes odds are you going to shut the head cuz they can't stop sometimes

-huge numbers of people dying today and they're from here this area and the Tri-County area about 1 million of you and they're only two million of you here just going to change shortly you suck at what you do okay you demand stuff for doing minut jobs that people just do all day long it's terrible it's a huge list the differences you be grudge people cuz your animals and you can't handle it

tons of people say it too you saw it in benedetto was really hateful and stuff hated getting up in the morning these guys are trying to get into it and he's being a spoiled b**** it was horrible

-people are asking for it and we need to tell you there's a huge bunch of Max coming down from the Carolinas huge batch they're making the weaponry there and they're bringing the armaments and tanks and trucks for the rest of Florida so we have to be here and we have to have force and we have to show it now they're making their own so we are going to come down to base and we did this afternoon and we made it and we have the new stuff and they're asking who we are and we said we're out there and this is who We are so they think it's been Arnold and company and he says no and he's there too and he has different equipment so we're here and we come down with them here outside town s her son was right and daughter you're just a bunch of keen assholes having souped up morons and what a bunch of f****** jerks you are in his way of the bicycle all the time you're in the sidewalk begrudging it and you're riding your bikes a few minutes later I mean this is not what life is about threatening him and getting good looks going to some orgy a sex party and dying that's what you've been doing for the past month you're too stupid to even know it so getting rid of you

-huge huge numbers of troops are coming down and we have to match it you can't take over this area without us here and Ben Arnold's competition but he's kind of the same thing as Mac but foreigners are coming down with them but it's like 15%, something happens it's going to be horrific they know how to do things and they do that kind of stuff and it's been showing recently

-there's a huge number of people that are evacuating here finally a knuckleheads how much a f****** losers they're attracting all these guys down so they can take over and you just leave you're a bunch of f****** losers you see what you're trying though and so do the Max and foreigners so we're going to hunt you people

we don't want you in our payroll okay we're not paying you you're doing job so you can get ready to dumb s**** but we're using it to bring foreigners in you dumb s**** so these people hate you dumb s****

-and her son and daughter say it's not bad for people to really stupid they wrote A lot of people but we're aware of it the whole time now other things are happening they're picking up people with warrants on them as we said and they're going after them hard and they're coming in with teams so please and paramilitary police and there's going to be less of you tomorrow and a lot less to fire it's going to start firing different people and the lieutenant governor is clearing out the governor's people and that's Jason and he's an idiot and you people did nothing here for 3 months 4 months after the storm in the place is a mess and you're you're a pig s*** okay that's what you are

-there's a lot more happening here and I'll be brief he wants me to knock it out they're resting you now they're coming for where You are wherever you're hiding and pull you out down below in your houses on the street there's a curfew it's 9:00 p.m. and it's being enforced now and you can look it up and it's there also don't want to see you driving around doing nothing all day and they're pulling people over for vagrancy in the park if you seem to be doing absolutely nothing but bothering people like John remillard does and he brings all this crap with him spreads it out and he takes the whole table and bothers people. Or if you take the place up and you sing all day long it's not a studio. That sun goes there you can stay there for a few hours the only stays an hour he just sits there does some stuff plays on the computer leaves that's what you're supposed to do or have a picnic. So the rest of you for that the resting for driving your car around because it's reckless mischief and you're messing with people the whole time

-you're harassing our son the resting for it if you're doing it now they're coming to a rescue he's trying to get the point across to her cuz her son's her songs on he says you're dying for stupid stupid s*** you're dying for stupid reasons I don't want to hear back from you I'm a lot smarter than you and you don't listen you're going to die too and yeah is what I say if you're stupid for fighting each other you have an army that's been doing this for years and I understand you're kind of programmed so she's going to think about it it's hard it's a hard drive to get out of and it's a human condition it's very difficult

-her son is going to get funding we heard the max talking about today they said that he has earned it which is not the right thing to say but that's what they said and they're going ahead and they're going to cut a check from the treasury they said he said he'll wait till he sees it but it's for money that was owed to him for social security during the gap for when he had no money from unemployment no it's during the unemployment. And they really had him poor and it was these people holding it on him and they had a lot of idiots out there in California and they're fighting over the base and Max got beat up pretty bad and he was poor the whole time and it was this idiot Trump Aaron Mike character sitting on him the whole time and he's out there shooting up a bar later on tonight they took him down and took his people down and they're tired of seeing him do this stuff

-huge numbers of people see that our son cannot stand the brain transplant stuff and can't stand all the threats and they just keep doing it he says what do you think I'm going to do nothing then they say you can't instead of kids are huge they have brains they're real smart there's tons of them going after each other and hawk with with vicious

-they're taking people to task tons of people meaning that if you're out there tonight bothering people they're going to pull you in and go after your units and take them in and yeah they're trying to kill you you're enemy combatants and they're leaving the US that globally very shortly there's a lot of changes coming

-they agreed today to let her son off a whole bunch of stuff that they're holding on him they said this is doing us nothing this is doing us nothing and it went around telling Max and they said we're not holding you today it sees and they start hitting them for it

-then there's more stuff going on too they're going after their females for riding the s*** out of everyone and being massive massive b****** and assholes these women talk back no matter what you say you can see them in the police station standing there today saying all sorts of smack to police right to their face it's in code but they're saying it rapidly the cops ask him to step aside and smack him right in the face and they fall over and they smack their head on the ground and they throw them in a cell they start screaming and screaming and they taser them they do all sorts of stuff these freaking morons the lady who makes the sandwiches got arrested she started beating a cop in the face with her fists like clothes fest he stopped them after time so it doesn't hurt that much but I'm going to hit you hit her once and she was out cold broke her face and she's in the hospital and she's the rest if she's under arrest she's going to jail in prison and will probably die and she's being an idiot I don't know why screwing around with the line messing with his food taking forever trying to rip it it's horrible watching these people it's just a painful process and she was not the girl from Bechtel Jesus Christ it was nasty though and it was hard to get through in the max mess with people a lot way more than they should have it's so far past it

-we are orders from the max to try and silence people like 150 times a day no it's thousands and they're saying it over and over man kind of the radio and said just shut them up if you can't keep trying and they are starting to do that because it's ridiculous sound like this big pile of yapping hands they sound like retards they're happy and joyful doing their ass and I know it's f****** horrible 9 to 5 ers

-they're fixing their braves they're fixing their money somewhat and they're fixing their situation and they're getting ships and you retards are running around naked running into holes pissing them off getting arrested and getting incinerated big difference

-there's tons of you that make excuses and just want to die or something but really there's another thing happening probably make you happier you freaking witch you're a nasty s******* too why I hate you and he says it do they're going around and pulling your hair out though no they're not they're matching you up with past crimes and see if it was you and they're matching you up with treason crimes to see if it was you and they're doing investigations and they're following through the information we sent no say it's all right here all you have to do is verify it love it was what Max were looking at and they died and they left it at work and we found it and these idiots can't look at a safe I mean these people are stupid now I'm going to try for the safes at work I'm going to kill all of them idiots

-tons and tons of people are going after the military's of the world right now in military bases and they're killing off any s that's on the base because they send them out first more of them show up they send them out there it's another way to get rid of you dumb assholes the money is working great since it came out that cloud city would be saved and Max going to go along with it and that they want cloud City up there and it's working on foreigners and maxilla would be a great idea trying to get my son's money to work for them

-James giant numbers of people are going to try and invade and the areas are getting filled up again and they're getting emptied by force and the body is ripped out but a few different parties and it's fierce and fast and there's some yelling going on and they don't like it but also there's a huge fleet for me up overseas it's really big there's a huge fleet it's getting bigger and bigger

-couple more big developments with a new lieutenant governor they're going to be changes in Florida and they're changing over lieutenant governor's globally and positions the same level and they are going to town on your idiots and they're pulling you out of government jobs and they pull you out of private jobs and they are arresting you for your crimes and you're going to jail and they're hiring foreigners to do it on occasion huge groups of mercenaries go after you and you're getting slaughtered and you don't seem to care you're also very weak and you're getting sick and you're dying and people pull you out and they throw you in trucks every night all over the world

-the gigantic number of you trying to invade right now and they're getting hit now and we'll be dissolved it'll fill up a few more times tonight and empty out and tomorrow I'll start over again and they are empty you out here tons went to the outskirts to find these tanks and trucks that are owned by three parties and they're getting slaughtered really badly and we're forced to watch the max cuz you're not going to do the job and you're going to leave and you're aware of it and you think you're riding so you have a stupid look on your face like always drive around in your Humvees that's your friends the max there's a couple other things happening and then we can get some rest

-there's a giant number of people that are coming down on sinners within their ranks and they're more lock and they're doing it because they want to grab their monies they need money and they need it really really badly there's a ton of it happening and boy it really is dark out here it can get so dark in Florida the Stars aren't out and it should be but it's very dark there's a layer of smog from spaceships being over you yeah they're hitting the s*** out of you so you going around and you're saying things you shouldn't be saying that you shouldn't be doing that and it started with the African-American Garth crew started it in they were horribly mutilated and really they deserve it they so nasty what they say is so wrong and sometimes they agree but holy s*** it's saying this and our son can't handle it he says just get away from me you suck it's nasty and it starts fights and trying to start fights with him all the time in the mall it's such assholes and they're not even allowed to go there anymore and they can't get there for the most part they get beat up quite a bit now there's not any of them that can make it. Now these people are subhuman they're very stupid and they're figuring it out and people are taking their money and stuff and that's going to make it really quick it's going on now that they can be taken advantage of and that the government's behind it and the military and the police they're hiring tons of people and they're telling people to defend themselves and stop whining and don't make deals with the idiots cuz they don't make deals you can't hang on to anything around them it is huge news and it is like the ice starting melting in the spring

-it's so huge is what he wants to put it out there but really if he wants to make sure that he's okay and he needs to rest he got 3 hours this afternoon and I mean this evening already but he needs to get at least four more it's an awful day for him there's a lot of work to be done everyday but right now we're talking about stuff happening here mostly and it's affecting the world. They're not taking a son to task anymore the max are stopping that and they realize he's had enough and there's enough stuff in his life to fill it up for years they also understand putting his family and statues was gross and the more like we're riding and overdid it and Tommy Allen is responsible and Trump for doing

[forebodingprophet]

Moirai || Clotho C1P1

It was a fact of life that the Ofthalmós manor was both a haven and a prison.  On the surface, House Ofthalmós was a haven for Seers- any who were born with The Eyes to See were offered protection under House Ofthalmós and taken into the family.  It served to both strengthen the blood of House Ofthalmós as many of them married children of House Ofthalmós and to both train and protect them from any who might seek to use them as tools for their abilities. 

On the other side though, House Ofthalmós was a prison.  Those born to it were never allowed to leave, even those without powers- there was always a risk with Ofthalmós blood that it could skip a generation- it had before.  Gaining a position outside the house required an immense amount of training, dedication, and luck, and even then you were never really free.  Regular check-ins were required, and missing even one resulted in a thorough follow-up.

That was the reason Anastasios had left the manor and come to one of the handful of towns bordering the Ofthalmós territory today. 

As one of the prison’s guards- or, rather, the warden’s grandson.  Anastasios had been picked for a multitude of reasons, but one of them had been that the family God basically haunted him.  If he got dragged into something, the people on the other end were getting dragged into her stomach.

His arrival in town had been met with some clamor, but while House Ofthalmós had an almost symbiotic relationship with the towns and villages within the reasonable reach of their meager territory, because there were Ofthalmós who were able to gain ‘parole’, they were at least familiar with the appearance of those from the manor such to the point that it didn’t cause any issues... or at least too many.  He could definitely sense gazes, but they at least had the decency not to bother him. 

He decided that he’d first start by asking around to see if anyone had seen his ‘missing’ relative while he made his way to the loft near the center of town.  Every time he saw a group gathered, he’d politely interrupt whatever conversation was going on- usual older women gossiping which made the task very easy- and ask if they’d happen to have seen his relative, Calypso anytime recently.  The more he asked, the more concerned he became.  People in these towns should have been aware that a missing Ofthalmós was a concern- it was part of the safeguards the house put in place for those who managed to successfully build a life outside, but all of them seemed so nonchalant in their answers, as if they’d just remembered that they’d misplaced something insignificant many moons prior.

He’d just decided to go check the apartment and put asking around on hold when he turned the corner to the main street and bumped into someone.  He grumbled an apology and rubbed his nose to look forward directly into a pair of dark eyes.  The way the other boy stared at him made something in him prickle, but he also couldn’t tear his eyes away.  Something about him was familiar, terrifyingly so.  And it made every inch of his being scream to do... do... something.  The two boys stood there and stared at each other for what felt like ages.  By the time Celia came out to ‘see’ what was going on, it really had been an uncomfortably long time, but the charged moment was broken by her interjection.

“Well, if it isn’t that bumbling idiot.  Who’d have thought you two would get to meet again,” Celia commented from her spot halfway out of Anastasios’ shadow.  The raven-haired boy lit up, but Anastasios visibly cringed.

“So, it is you, Esaias!” the kid yelled, clapping Anastasios on the back.  “I thought you were just some really good look-alike!”

“I have no idea to whom you are referring,” Anastasios ground out, looking morbidly disgusted. 

“Well, your name’s probably different now, but you’re Esaias, right?” the kid asked, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.  Anastasios scowled and pulled the arm off of himself, treating it like someone had laid a rotten nanab berry across him.

“My name is Anastasios.  If you are referring to our progenitor, then yes, I do resemble him a great deal, however, all of our family resembles him, since we are his descendants,” he explained.

“Oh, so you’re not Esaias…”  The boy visibly deflated before looking down at Celia.  “You’re still haunting his kids?”

“They produce some fun ones from time to time,” she replied.  “But make no mistake, this vessel does harbor Esaias’ soul.  He refuses to admit it, but-”

“How many times do I have to say it?!  I am not Esaias!” Anastasios spat, nudging her harshly with his foot.

“What, are you annoyed because you reincarnated into a girl?” the boy teased.

“Watch it, I’m a man!” Anastasios stated firmly.

 “Seriously?  ‘Cause you look even more like a girl than last time.”

“That’s only because Esaias-” Anastasios paused mid-sentence, seeming to notice how he was replying, before forcibly calming himself.  “Despite my appearance, I am a man.  To prove it, I’m already fourteen, but, despite being well-fed, show no visible signs of development,” Anastasios said, placing a hand on his very noticeably flat chest.

“Damn, almost had him that time,” Celia grumbled.

“Like I said,” Anastasios reiterated, glaring down at Celia, “I am not Esaias.  Esaias was a coward and a fool who couldn’t even show a modicum of affection or trust for those he cared about.  Why you insist on comparing me to someone so awful is beyond me.”

“I see, I see,” the boy said, nodding as if he finally understood some deep, worldly secret.  “Well, my name is Hikaze.  I was Kazuya in my last life, Esaias’ best friend.”  He added the last part with more pride than Anastasios thought reasonable.

“Oh yeah?  Good for you, you masochist.”

Hikaze made a loud noise of surprise in the back of his throat.  “That mouth is still as brutal as ever…” he groaned.

“More proof, if needed, that he is Esaias,” Celia chimed. 

“And?  Did you come here looking for him or something?” Anastasios asked, finally brushing himself off from the initial impact that premeditated the encounter, enough that he finally spotted the Pokemon glaring at him from behind Hikaze’s legs.  “I’m sorry to tell you, but your buddy’s been dead for quite a while now.”

“Nah, it’s just a coincidence.  My parents moved here a couple weeks ago.”

“Why?” Anastasios asked, looking both confused and disgusted.  He knew the towns around the manor were prosperous due to the house Ofthalmós’ aid, but nothing that warranted moving away from the heart and protection of any proper nation.

Hikaze shrugged.  “Parents moved here.  Fuck if they’ll tell me why other than work.”  Anastasios narrowed his eyes, but didn’t say anything else on it.  “So, your family lives here too?  I mean, yeah, I guess this is about the area he bought that stupidly huge piece of land- overprotective attack helicopter that he was.  I never thought his family would just stay though.”

Anastasios sighed.  This was, unfortunately, definitely the Kazuya from Esaias’ memories.  Only Kazuya had ever called Esaias something as ridiculous as an ‘attack helicopter’... not to mention that such technologies had already been lost long ago, so children of this era should have no memory of such those words.  Anastasios cautiously eyed Celia as she glided through to Hikaze’s shadow and started teasingly poking the small, fiery soldier hiding there.  Anastasios almost laughed at how the tiny thing harmlessly kicked one leg at her fingers to get her to stop.

“It’s safer to stay together on land that’s prepared for us to handle than it is to try and go out on our own,” Anastasios explained, trying to suppress the laughter coming to his lips.  “Now, we’re sought after for more than just our parts.  It’s dangerous for us to be away from the family for too long.”  It wasn’t a lie; it was indeed safer.  Any Ofthalmós who left did so knowing there was great risk to their well-being.

“You still live in that house in the middle of nowhere?” Hikaze asked.

“Of course.  It’s the only way to ensure that young ones aren’t exposed to any visions that are too graphic.”  He saw Hikaze roll his eyes, but elected not to punch him in the gut.

“Geez, the way you talk, you guys might as well just become shut-ins,” Hikaze scoffed.

“Living in this world requires interacting with it.  But I’m here to pay a visit to one of my relatives today.  He came to live here several years ago, but he didn’t check in this week.”

“I see the whole house adopted the ‘attack helicopter’ policy.”

“Be that as it may, I can’t stand by while a Seer is treated like a tradable commodity, so if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to.”  Anastasios tried to disengage, a myriad of feelings swirling in him like a foul soup.  The parts of him that still belonged to his previous self were relieved- despite his behavior, Esaias had been extremely fond of Kazuya.  He often didn’t approve of his behavior, but Kazuya had been a dear and beloved friend to Esaias, so he knew that not only could Kazuya be trusted, but they would likely also get along amazingly.  Peers weren’t something Anastasios had in House Ofthalmós, so having a friend who didn’t see him for his power or status would be a greatly welcomed boon.  On the other hand, Anastasios detested anything in himself that reminded him of Esaias.  He had tried so hard over the last couple of years to distance himself from his previous life, firmly believing that nothing in such a broken man could be good.  But their friendship had been one of those few memories that Anastasios had always thought of with some degree of admiration- Kazuya always pointed out Esaias’ bullshit and did his best to pull the man out of his shell.  A part of him still wanted that...

“Cool, I’ll come too.”

Anastasios spun back around to stare at him, incredulous.

“You truly are such a bird-brained moron,” he spat.  “Did you learn nothing from getting involved with Esaias?  Did I not just say that I was going to investigate whether a member of my people has been abducted?  Have you no brains in that feeble skull of yours?”

“Ah, yup, that scolding is definitely like Esaias...”

“Keep talking, and I’ll send you back to your grave,” Anastasios growled.

“Look, as you so rudely pointed out, I’m an idiot.  Always have been, always will be.  It’s part of my charm, what can I say?”  Anastasios gritted his teeth and looked away, unwilling to admit that was in fact very true.  “Like it or not though, we were friends in our last life.  I doubt you’ve changed that much that we couldn’t be good pals again.”  Anastasios stubbornly wrinkled his nose.  The problem with Kazuya was that, while he was an idiot, he had strange overabundance of common sense that made it difficult to actually argue with him when he made a point that wasn’t ridiculously stupid.  Anastasios wanted to retort, to spew hateful words filled with distrust at the other boy- how could he possibly be sure that Hikaze hadn’t been corrupted to stand against House Ofthalmós since birth; Anastasios was special, Hikaze could never keep up, and so on and so forth, but none of the words came out.  Esaias knew that Kazuya would never voluntarily betray him.  Anastasios knew that there was no way that someone with Kazuya’s memories could hurt an Ofthalmós.

“I told you it could be dangerous though,” he grumbled.  That was as much as he could get himself to say.  It should have been easy.  Anastasios wasn’t Esaias.  He should have no attachment to his previous life, so why couldn’t he push Hikaze away?

“Meh, risk I’m willing to take.  ‘s not like Esaias didn’t drag me into his fair share of trouble.  If anything, I know what I’m getting into.”  It was true that Kazuya had been on the bad end of a couple of incidents because of Esaias, but never anything like this. 

“This is different.  You never...” Anastasios broke off, realizing that, in order to continue this argument, he’d have to admit to have Esaias’ memories, and that wasn’t something that he was willing to own up to.  “Fine.  Do what you want,” Anastasios growled, stomping off.  A stone of guilt settled in his gut though at the sound of Hikaze’s triumphant exclamation, and he pretended not to notice as the other boy chuckled and followed after him, a now very frustrated Charcadet and a bemused Celia in tow.

Arceus, he hoped that he wasn’t going to get his best friend killed...

[watercloud7]

DUDE I HAVE *BEEEN* SAYING THIS?

PROMPT: BRUCE IS A FERAL TALON DAD AU

All the Batkids are absolutely feral and unhinged because they were basically raised by an eldritch horror.

Maybe this Bruce takes baby Grayson away and raises him as a feral murder baby.

They live secluded and away from anyone and anything. Maybe the mountains in Nanda parbat. They’re so discreet and good the league of assassins doesn’t even know their mountains are technically compromised.

Bruce raises Dick in complete secrecy. Literally like a wild child, Bruce occasionally travels to the town over to bring back toys and books and whatever he finds that he thinks would make Dick happy.

Dick sees and longs for peoples and connections and more. He loves Bruce but Bruce is basically like Ariel’s dad WORSE he’s basically mother gothel, he’s seen so many horrors and he’s so paranoid. He just wants his son to stay alive and away from any harm.

keeping Dixk locked away and safe from the Owls that mean him horrific torture and agony. Safe from the world, Safe with Daddy😭❤️.

SIGN LANGUAGE ENTHUSIAST BATFAM HEADCANON.

Bruce’s voice is … zombified and uncomfortable to use, so he teaches himself sign language and then teaches Dick. They invent their own dialect. Just for them😭

Dick gets big enough to want to see the world, to understand what happened, to find himself outside of his adopted eldritch Dad, and MAYBE! Make a damn friend like he’s been seeing in those picture books Bruce brings for him every week.

He “runs away” in a fit of teenage rebellion or whatever you wanna call it, after Dick gets caught sneaking into a village a couple kilometres from their Cosy little cave they like to call home.

Bruce is furious and terrified and he’s everything a scared father is after finding your kid missing from their room when they were supposed to be home hours ago.

Dick explodes in frustration and tears and off he goes.

He goes back to the beginning. To Gotham.

A half deadly Half sunshine all Feral Dick Grayson is roaming the world all alone when he stumbles across a considerably less feral

Less deadly Jason Todd.

Jay is an orphan and this weirdly affectionate clueless terror of a guy just imprinted on him

and won’t leave him alone.

I mean Scary bird boy is a stage 5 dumbass, zero bark, Zero bite 100% cuddles kinda guy.

(Seriously this dude has no concept of personal space and it’s bordering on infuriating) but Jason is like 99.9% sure he just saw him down crime alley snapping the resident rapists necks.

The men that call girls avoided and the police did isn’t care to arrest, so clearly bird boy is not a bad guy but he’s definitely not Harmless either.

Jason likes his style though.

Maybe the court of owls tries going after Jason or tries to kidnap Dick again.

Bruce finds them in the nick of time and slaughters every single one of the Owls once and for all.

Shenanigans ensue and they all bond.

Love love love. Bruce literally adopts him the minute he sees him.

Bruce and Dick teach Jay sign language.

Jason teaches Bruce and Dick how to read.

Jason loves his feral dad and brother.

MAYBE! Tim parents were Owls.

The rich wealthy elites of Gotham succumb to their nefarious ways in an ironic and cathartic end, survived by their heir Timothy Jackson Drake. Who up until now they had been grooming into becoming the next Owl man, he’s been trained to kill and torture and every other bad guy skills he needs to be their evil little successor.🫡

Bruce gets rid of them though.

WOMP WOMP.

Maybe after killing Timmy’s parents Bruce is just like…

Bruce: awwwwww this reminds me of how Dick’s surprise adoption went!

Tim:…. Bro you can’t just murder my parents and call this a surprise adoption.

Bruce: we can call this a kidnapping if you wanna keep it 💯 but either way you’re coming home with me

Tim: …. I ain’t even like em like that fr. Let me just pack a bag real quick.

The Drakes parenting was abhorrent so after Bruce kidnaps him ,Tim is viciously violent at first but after Bruce shows Tim patience and kindness.

Tim develops Stockholm syndrome like instantly and just latches onto Bruce like it’s the first instance of true love and care he’s ever felt.

Jason is actually the most normal and well

adjusted out of his Psychotic family. Ironically he’s the only one out of all of them that hasn’t killed someone lol.

Tim latches on violently to Dick & Jason, it’s adorable and scary and very creepy in a wholesome way. Tim absorbs any kind of attention like a sponge and has separation anxiety. He likes to watch them sleep and follow them every where they go like a puppy, only he does it in the shadows and takes candid pictures of them he collects religiously.

He’s a complete weirdo.

Dick finds him Absolutely delightful, he wants to gobble him all up and cuddle at every opportunity, he enables all Of his bad habits and Jason does his best to damage control and encourage Tim to dabble in more healthy hobbies and ways of showing affection but ultimately Dick Grayson remains undefeated as a bad influence.

Dick is a good big brother, so obviously he’s gotta participate in his baby brothers love language so Timmy can feel seen and appreciated.

So now Jason has TWO stalkers shadowing him everywhere he goes. 3 when Bruce is feeling sentimental.

Jason tolerates his families psychotic and feral behaviour because he loves them more then life itself and if anyone else said anything like that about them he’d snap their necks.

Jason shows his affection in normal ways like beating up peoples trying to start a fight with his brothers and cooking for them because they can’t cook to save their lives.

Sometimes Jason will wonder on how exactly Dixk survived all those years in that cave with an immortal Bruce who doesn’t need to eat.

(Bruce would catch wild animals and Dixk

Would eat the meat raw, sometimes he’d hold his blood soaked hand full of flesh out wanting to share with dad, but Bruce would just drag Dick closer to him and nudge him to keep eating his dinner)

Jason feels bad and bakes him sugary monstrosities included but not limited too:

Oreo chocolate chip maple soaked marshmallow pancakes.

Sour candy lucky charm jam filled donuts.

Triple Chocolate Nutella and peanut butter Reese cookies.

Jason is appropriately horrified at what he’s created every time.

But Dick tasted sugar for the first time and doesn’t know how to act.

The kids are living their best lives but Bruce Is SPIRALLING.

The more kids Bruce acquires the more stressed he gets.

There’s a really angsty scene where Bruce breaks down holding onto his kids and crying. He’s not a monster, he just wants these kids to be safe. He doesn’t wanna kill anymore, he doesn’t wanna hurt things anymore.

He wants to go home with his babies.

He wants to take all of them back to their busted creepy cave in nanda parbat.

But Dickie Isn’t a baby anymore, he wants his family close but he also wants MORE, he wants to be around people he wants to discover the world. Jason was born and raised in Gotham and Bruce can’t in good conscience rip his life apart like that.

And then there’s Timmy. Honestly the Tim is this AU is an unhinged obsessive gremlin, he just goes wherever his family wants to go, nothing else really matters to him but them.

And so Bruce decides to stay in Gotham and hides them all in an abandoned building. It’s kind of like a nest.

Bruce stashes his babies in a Makeshift safe house until he can figure out a way to make all this work.

Maybe Alfred finds their weird little makeshift Family when he stumbles into their safe house and manages not to get immediately killed.

Alfred is VERY worried about the state in which these kids are living.

He vows to lure them and their Dad to a safer better living arrangement.

Maybe Bruce gets severely hurt and the kids kidnap Alfred to patch Bruce up.

Alfred is appropriately horrified at the undead creature growling and hissing while he treats their mortally terminal wounds, but keeps as much composure as an ex-military general would about it.

Bruce like totally imprints on Alfred And like a cat, he drags each and every one of his kids into Alfred life for him to babysit and look after while Bruce goes out to do whatever zombie dads do.

Alfred has no choice in the matter and has effectively acquired spontaneous grandkids and a son.

Bruce: daddy?

Alfred: …. Boy do I look like-⁉️

They move in with Alfred basically over night.

Damian is either created Through the league of assassins who stole the courts strongest talon’s DNA (Bruce’s DNA) to recreate it. Or any other way I guess I donno? Maybe Talia and Bruce got jiggy with It at one point when they were in those mountains. PFFFF LOL GIVE ME IDEAS.

Gonna run with the first idea ?

Damian is created in a lab, Maybe the Drakes latest project was too recreate their greatest success which had been Talon!Bruce.

Tim revisits his parents lab randomly and discovers this. An abandoned lab and abandoned cryogenic chamber containing a baby.

Tim grabs the kids and runs back home.

Jason is exasperated and Alfred panics a bit cause…. Huh?!?!

Jason: Seriously guys? We can’t afford Another surprise adoption right now.

Alfred: do you mean a “kidnapping”

Jason: don’t be mean! It’s their love language 😡

Alfred: wonderful… is it safe to assume I’ll be raising yet another grandchild?

Jason: that’s the spirit, anyway we gotta find a much bigger apartment than this, it’s getting crowded.

Alfred: Ah, my sincerest apologies for the inconvenience caused by my oversight. It seems I should have anticipated my being abducted by a feral street urchin and his entourage of lethal pets. Quite the oversight on my part, I’ll begin apartment hunting right away sir.

Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian: *living their best life while Alfred tries to wrangle them out of shenanigans*

Anyways They take Damian in and he’s just as feral and eldritch horror as his daddy. He’s got his big brother’s trademark behaviours too!

Tim’s severely anti social mess , Dick’s creepy uncanny valley nature and Jason’s love for baking!

It’s so sweet how much he takes after his sibling and Bruce couldn’t be more proud of his litter of horror.

Alfred is honestly such a trooper through all this, salute the GOAT.

I wrote this on a whim! If y’all wanna hear more about this AU, if you want it written, let me know!

BATMAN FANFICTION IDEA #7

This is just me pleading with the fandom for Talon!Bruce content.

Please, there are so many different AU’s for the robins.

I just want one fic.

One.

[hiddendreamer67]

Geralt the Giant Pt. 1

New Witcher AU where Witchers are Giants and hella badass and more reclusive than usual so not everyone knows they even exist.

Summary: Jaskier, new out of bard college and without a muse, goes wandering the continent and hears tale of Giant monster slayers. He doesn't believe it, until one night when he's nearly killed by one himself.

AO3 Link here

It all started when Jaskier was down on his luck in a charming backwater town called Posada. The lovely people of this tavern didn’t seem to appreciate Jaskier’s wonderful lyrics about abortions. Arguably, the words themselves were clever enough, but the content was admittedly dry. It wasn’t the bard’s fault- while studying at Oxenfurt, Jaskier learned how to play just about every instrument in existence with a focus on the lute, and also could identify any musical note with his pitch perfect hearing. But figuring out what to write about in his songs? Well, that’s the very reason why the academy sent bards off to discover their muse, and so far all Jaskier had discovered were muddy roads and piss poor ale. Hardly masterpiece quality.

But as Jaskier was shoveling bread into his trousers (a bribe from angry patrons who threw it at the stage in hopes of shutting him up), Jaskier’s perfect ears happened to overhear a conversation of note happening at the bar.

“A giant, you say?” Jaskier butted into the conversation, ignoring the irritated glares both parties sent in his direction. “He sounds quite intriguing.”

“Leave the fantasies in stories, bard.” The man who was sitting there and started the tale spat. “This giant is no man. It’s a beast, over a 100 storeys tall, destroying everything in its path-”

“Goodness, 100 storeys? Really?” Jaskier had already whipped out his songbook and was jotting this down. “Did you measure it yourself, then? Or am I not the only one guilty of a bit of exaggeration around here?”

“Why’s it matter how tall the thing is?” The barkeep scrubbed angrily at a sticky spot on his wooden shelf. “A giant’s a giant.”

“Yes, well, I’ve considered many a bed partner a giant of a man, but it seems you’re dealing with another realm entirely.” Jaskier rested the quill against his mouth. “I just want to make this clear when I write the tale. Is the fellow the sort where I’d feel like a child standing up to his hip, or the more fabled kind where I’m lucky to be spotted next to his boot? I say, does he wear clothes at all? Or is there a giant nudist in our midst terrorizing wives and children-”

The patron, clearly having had enough of Jaskier’s ramblings, slammed his beer down on the table. “This isn’t a joke!” The man yelled, silencing the bard and half the guests with his outburst.

“Oi.” The barkeep paused his work, giving the patron a glare. “Take it outside if you’re gonna get rough.”

The patron grumbled, but sat back in his seat, this time addressing Jaskier with a normal gruff tone. “This thing could level a village without even realizing it. All of Wakefield had to evacuate a fortnight ago when we saw the beast on our borders, half the fields trampled and our livestock so spooked they'd stopped producing.

“A monster had been picking off our hunters one by one, the men who came back swore they saw a tree come to life, some sort of forest spirit pissed off we were in its lands, they said. It commanded the birds and the wolves, sent brave men cowering back with tails ‘tween their legs, it did. There were some who wanted to leave then, but those were our homes, we weren’t about to leave because of some ol’ spirit.

“And then, one day, things took a turn fer’ the worse. The giant showed up, got into a fist fight with the spirit. It tore that monster limb from limb it did, leaving parts of it scattered at the town edge. The hunting parties that had been out in the woods that day never returned, torn or trampled just like that spirit.”

The man’s eyes had sunken, looking like a soldier who had returned from war when none of his comrades had. “By then, with the previous torment of the spirit, we were picked clean.” He murmured. “The few of us left figured it was safer to leave with our lives than piss off a creature so mighty the ground shook as it walked. I stared in the face of death that day, and could feel those soulless yellow eyes peering into ‘me soul all the way to Posada.”

The man shook his head, slowly but surely nursing his drink. His tale was done, and he wasn’t eager to tell it again.

Jaskier, unfortunately, had never been sensitive nor subtle. “...but it killed the spirit, right?” Already he could feel the inspiration brimming under the surface, a tale of a tragic guardian angel gone wrong.

“And our men.” He said through gritted teeth. “Or did their lives mean so little you’ve forgotten them already?”

“Well, to be fair, I didn’t know them personally- Woah!” Jaskier hastily took a step back as the man got to his feet, shoving the chair back and advancing steadily on Jaskier. “I- that is to say, I’m sorry for your loss? Look, all I was saying is that if there was no witnesses, it’s still entirely possible that nasty spirit did them off, which suffice to say would make you at least a little grateful to the-”

This is as much as Jaskier got before the man had grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up to meet his snarling expression. “Oi! Outside!” The barkeep ordered, shuffling them both out the door. The man refused to release Jaskier on the way out, causing the bard to stumble along until they reached fresh air. Jaskier had only a moment to appreciate the sunlight before a fist was painfully colliding with his face.

“Okay, ow.” Jaskier grimaced, blinking back spots as he was shoved to the ground. He rubbed at his jaw, looking up at his tormentor. “Some parties would argue that was a bit harsh.”

Jaskier was never known for keeping his tongue, and here it once again proved to bite him in the ass as the man reared back and kicked him in the gut. Jaskier doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach to cradle the sensitive organs for a few minutes before the throbbing subsided. When finally Jaskier dared to uncurl, the man had disappeared, likely inside for another drink.

“I think that went rather well.” Jaskier breathed, voice still a bit wheezy from the light beating. The bard stood up slowly, dusting himself off to maintain his beautiful silken trousers, even if the blue color had already faded from weeks of travel.

“Well, where to next?” Jaskier thought to himself, adjusting his lute on his back. “Can’t go back in there, oh no, I doubt they’d want to be graced with my presence anymore anyways.” Jaskier sighed, turning instead to the road out of town and already longing for a comfortable bed. “Hmm, let’s see, shall we venture North this time around? I hear Lyria is lovely this time of year.”

When one only needs to convince themselves, the choice of destination can be an easy one. Jaskier set off with all his worldly travel possessions, the coin pouch still dangerously low. If Jaskier had any survivalist skills, perhaps he could save a bit of coin catching a rabbit here and there for a meal instead of spending a hefty sum on rations when the market allowed. Instead, Jaskier had to contend himself with a few handfuls of mostly innocent berries and occasionally going hungry when left to his own devices.

“Oh, what shall we do with the drunken sailor~” Jaskier traveled with a tune this fine afternoon, amusing himself with a few vocal warm ups. What town was north, anyhow? Jaskier rarely bothered with maps, choosing instead to trust where the road took him. It only grew uncomfortable when towns were several days' travel apart, as Jaskier was not fond of sleeping out in the wilderness. The unfortunate night when a squirrel had crawled inside his bedroll with him was enough of a fright for the novelty of sleeping under the stars to wear off.

As the sun drew lower in the sky, it seemed tonight would be one of those unfortunate nights. Jaskier sighed, resigning himself to set up camp. Jaskier decided against a campfire, deeming it too much effort on a night when the air was already warm enough. Instead Jaskier just scoped out a spot by a tree still within sight of the road, hoping the well trodden path would ward off natural predators but the tree cover would provide assistance against becoming a target for highway robbers in the dead of night. Not that Jaskier had much of value on his person but he imagined it wouldn’t be pleasant to wake up to being frisked with a knife to his throat.

When a suitable spot had been found (or a spot as good as he would get before he lost all daylight), Jaskier laid out his bedroll. He oiled the strings of his lute, making sure the instrument was well cared for after a day of heavy use in the tavern. When his most precious possession was set aside for the night Jaskier finally tucked in, ready for a well-earned rest.

Thump.

Jaskier paused, for a moment certain he was imagining the faint tremor he felt through the forest floor. Just as Jaskier wrote it off as a figment of his active imagination, it happened again. And again.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Jaskier sat up, clutching the fabric of his bedroll to his chest as the thumping only seemed to increase in intensity, now joined in tandem with the sound of shaking branches and creaking tree trunks as if the forest were being forced apart by something absolutely massive.

Quickly but quietly Jaskier exited his bedroll, heart pounding in his chest as he clutched his lute. What the devil could that be? Was it coming this way? Jaskier debated the sanity of taking a moment to pack up his bedroll, for it had cost a good handful of coin. Would it be better to try and hide, or run like a hellhound was at his heels? Before Jaskier could make up his mind, a massive form suddenly came crashing through the branches from above, falling quickly towards where Jaskier’s bedroll still lay. On instinct the bard let out a distinctly unmanly scream, scrambling further towards the tree trunk he was hunkered against to avoid being crushed.

At the sound of Jaskier’s scream- his very loud scream, curse his amazing lungs for always drawing attention to himself- the form in the sky stumbled, snapping more tree limbs like twigs as it finished crashing into the earth not even a full body length in front of Jaskier. The break in the forest canopy allowed a little moonlight to shine through, and Jaskier began to make out the shape of the intruding object which connected up to something far, far above him that couldn’t be spotted.

A boot. Jaskier had nearly been crushed by a gigantic boot, and it was only then that Jaskier remembered Wakefield was the closest form of civilization close to Posada. This was the giant that may or may not have torn greater men limb from limb, definitely tore a gigantic tree entity limb from limb, and terrorized a surviving population into leaving the only home they had ever known.

“...Fuck.”

Jaskier flinched, startled as a deep voice came rumbling down from above. Though it was all encompassing in its intensity, Jaskier got the distinct feeling that it was meant as no more than a murmur. The bard’s breath hitched in his surprise.

“You can talk?!” Jaskier’s head whipped up to try and face the intruder, scrambling to his feet to get a better view without his trusty tree blocking out the light. In the night sky, the giant was little more than a terrifying, looming shadow blocking out the stars. Far above, a pair of yellow, glowing eyes focused directly on Jaskier, pinning the bard with their gaze and leaving the human feeling even smaller than usual.

“I- sorry.” Jaskier continued, realizing that with a wince what he had exclaimed was quite rude, and offending a giant would not bode well. “It’s just that- well I’ve never met one of your kind before.” Jaskier raised his voice while continuing to ramble, watching as the giant began to lean closer. Not exactly ideal but maybe the giant was simply hard of hearing? Jaskier tried to stay in a positive line of thinking and less on the line of him being torn apart as soon as giant fangs got within bard-biting distance. If it- he- really did have fangs at all.

To be at the foot of such a massive individual reminded Jaskier of what it must feel like to humble oneself before the goddess of Death, pathetically lacking in your final moments as you were judged by an almighty being greater than yourself. To put it lightly, the sight was as awe-inspiring as it was terrifying, especially when Jaskier realized he had been frighteningly close to meeting Death tonight himself. This giant was like a living mountain, experiencing a world far larger than Jaskier’s own and one in which Jaskier’s continued existence was inconsequential.

“-rumored to have a bit of fae blood on my mother’s side myself.” Jaskier found he had continued to ramble without any awareness of what he was saying. “What was I talking about? Oh yes, I’m not racist- woah!” Unprepared for the giant’s shifting, Jaskier was startled by the sudden quaking of the earth and promptly stumbled onto his ass. What had been nothing but an adjustment of the giant’s footing had thrown Jaskier’s balance off completely.

“Sorry.” The giant apologized, saying his second word of the night. While the giant ominous stranger chose his words wisely, Jaskier had already spewed several thousand. Not too out of proportion for most conversations Jaskier held, actually. His previous roommates claimed Jaskier was just a fan of his own voice, and well this was not entirely the cause of Jaskier’s never ending dialogue he didn’t deny the melodious quality of his own vocal cords.

“It’s quite alright!” Jaskier hurried to assure him, standing up and once again patting at his clothes to dust them off, more out of habit than necessity. “Not my first tumble, no harm done to the bard, not tonight, no sir.” Jaskier’s tumble had also been caused by his own shaky legs, still quivering a bit as Jaskier forced himself to remain standing.

The giant hmm’d, those golden eyes tracking Jaskier intently. The bard got the distinct impression that the giant could see the bard a lot more clearly than Jaskier could see him in the low night light, like a predator stalking its prey. “You’re not hurt?”

Jaskier shook his head in confirmation. “Nope, fit as a fiddle. A lute, if one were to be more accurate, though it doesn’t roll quite off the tongue, does it? Bit of a nasty fright you gave me there in the beginning, quite a first impression.” Jaskier gave an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head. “And here I was, poking fun at a man in the tavern a way’s back for telling tall tales! Really tall tales, mind you. Are you really 100 storeys tall? Sorry, that’s probably rude. I’ll go first, I’m 6 foot, though my lithe figure makes it hard for others to tell. I doubt you have the same struggles, oh mighty mountain man.”

“Hmm.” The giant ignored Jaskier’s question, if there even was one in that linguistic mess. (Jaskier himself wasn’t sure; in desperate times, the bard’s tongue tripped over itself.) “Stay near the road. Light a fire next time.”

“I- yes, that is- sound advice, right there.” Jaskier saluted, in no position to disagree with anything the giant told him to do. With a nod in his direction, the giant began to move. The shadowy figure blocked out the stars once more, causing Jaskier to flinch as he was briefly cast in darkness as the giant picked up a leg to set it down, what, miles from here? Jaskier quickly crouched down, avoiding the boot in front of him as it lifted as well. The boot’s journey up was slow and meticulous, as if the giant were being extraordinarily careful as he lifted his foot from the grove, but Jaskier put his arms up to protect his neck regardless as stray twigs were inevitably tumbling down where the giant’s foot dislodged them from the canopy.

A few moments later, Jaskier’s racing heart began to calm, no longer feeling as though he was immediately going to get squashed into a bardly pulp. Jaskier could scarcely feel the rumblings in the distance, the only evidence left of the giant’s intrusion was a wider hole in the tree branches and the scuffed up large patch of dirt left behind by the boot print. Jaskier panted, pressing his hand to his chest as he fought to process all that had happened in the last, most exciting minute of his short life. “What the fuck just happened?”

[eiacez]

~ violence, blood and gore, one piece setting, no spoilers

~ wc: 1.5k

~ a/n: this was an idea of @tinypizzlybear : “Sabo and the reader are on a mission and the reader just goes absolutely feral. Like they only see red, don’t even recognize anyone around them, feral🤔” thank you for this :) this has three different endings, the first two were angst so i decided to write another one that wouldn’t be angst. this is the final fic about this idea that will be posted. enjoy reading :)

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“(Y/N), stop! You gotta calm down!”

“Why calm down when I can rampage all I want, Sabo? Let loose! It’s not like you’re not reckless on a battlefield!”

“I am not!” Your partner shouts back at you, assaulting the pirate that was about to lunge a knife on his back.

“You are too! Stop pretending! Let me have my fun! These bastards deserve it!”

And then you were off, far away from Sabo, to beat down every pirate that lunges at you, deciding they thought they could beat you down.

“Come here, fucker!” You grin widely, almost devilishly, while approaching one of the pirate group’s executives. They don’t really look like it, and definitely don’t fight like it as you slap his face with your right hand and punch him with your left. That kind of attack always makes you giggle because it’s so simple yet so impactful, especially coming from you.

Adrenaline rushes through your veins and all you can feel now is the need to stretch your body more, to fight more and hurt the ones who had held this small village hostage.

These pirates should have known what their next situation would be after holding those people hostage.

You and Sabo were assigned to have a mission to save some people from a kingdom near here. It was okay at first when you knew what the mission was, but when Dragon elaborated that those nobles ruling the kingdom were enslaving people, that drove you to go as quickly as possible.

Upon arriving, there was this small village outside the borders of that kingdom. Screams of help and agony were reverberating in the surrounding green, empty fields. Hearing that, you told Sabo to run with you towards the small village first. There, you two saw a lot of pirates hurting innocent civilians and were forced to give their money or treasures.

That’s when you felt the anger erupt and next thing you know, you were running towards a random pirate that was about to strike a metal on an old man, quickly kicking his whole head back down.

Now though, something inside you feels off as you keep punching, kicking, slapping, elbow jabbing, and knifehand striking each pirate within reach. A different kind of rage rises inside and you feel the need to feel more satisfaction. It was like you were hungry for something inedible.

And then something snaps. Your head goes into a frenzy, your moves go quicker and quicker. The next and last thing you feel is a devilish grin and quiet laughter from you before your brain blacks out.

It was like your body went into an auto-pilot mode, only this mode is meant for a free-for-all. Somehow your body only hits on people with negative energies.

The vision you have is turning from black to a deep red. While that happens, what you’re doing outside of your subconsciousness is vicious.

This pirate group sure were not little, in fact they were so many, perhaps approximately three hundred. Yet each of them were beaten up by just you and Sabo.

If in the first time, you just punch, kick—and other basic offensive attacks—pirates, in this state, feral state, you stab swordsmen with their swords twice. On either of their legs then right at their chests. The ones using guns were stripped away of their weapon—shooted at their stomachs and then their guns are shoved into their mouths, the triggers being pulled twice. Blood splattering everything due to the impact.

Sabo can see you in the distance moving faster than your usual speed, and with every lunge you do, comes blood spilling on the ground and splattered across your body. He clicks his tongue at the scene and continues to attack while progressively going near you. Although it seems like even in your subconscious self, you keep on going far from Sabo.

The pirate group’s captain was like a cowering bundle of nerves. Carefully backing out and walking quickly towards their ship. But your silly little, subconscious self bumped into him.

Once you faced the captain, you gripped his hand with a deadly one. Crushing his bones that made him scream, and subconsciously you chuckle devilishly. Sabo saw this and called out your name, attacking pirates who lunged at him with ease then bolting to you.

Your partner’s presence was strong, but your feral state recognized no one at the moment. Everything you hear are some kind of distorted noises, and all you see is red with black and white flashes every time you blink subconsciously.

Once you chased down the captain, you gripped his hand with a deadly one. Crushing his bones that made him scream, and unconsciously you grin devilishly. Sabo saw this and shouted your name, attacking pirates who lunged at him with ease then bolting to you.

Sabo must have caught on to your state when you ignored him as he tried to get to you, but there are still many pirates around.

You continue with your fight, now headlocking the pirate captain. You put a space behind him and in front of you to kick him repeatedly, blood trickling down your face, arms, and hands to the ground.

“Please, spare me! I’ll do anything! Don’t kill me!”

You smirk and chortle, stopping your repeated kicks to embrace his torso and neck tight, ridding him of his breath. Your mouth is placed right at his ear.

“Too late… asshole,” you whisper. “The moment you did that to those people, that was the indication of your death. Say hi to the people in hell for me...”

All those words that came out of your mouth were whispered, your voice somehow strained. That’s when you got out of your subconscious state, though you didn’t halt any movements you were about to do.

Releasing his body to push him to the ground, you assault his body with kicks, punches, elbow jabs, and knifehand strikes. He grunts and grunts, trying so hard to utter a distinguishable word until he no longer can’t.

You do all this all while having that devilish grin, a face that looks to be with no remorse at all and just full of violence. The expressions you are showing are too far from your usual and normal ones. It was terrifying for a kid, and scary for adults.

Once finished with the job, the captain finally rests with a bruised and battered body along with some of his defeated crewmates that surrounded you and Sabo.

You wipe away the blood trickling down the side of your face while looking up from the pirate captain’s body to the remaining pirates that stopped and stared at their captains. Then they all attempted to run towards the ship, yet you weren’t going to be pleased with that.

Your speed in your feral state was somehow retained and with it, it was easy knocking all those pirates down. In just a few minutes all pirates were now down on the ground, either coughing, breathing hard, or dead.

Satisfaction is within reach until you remember this wasn’t your actual mission. Turning around to face Sabo who is walking towards you, you wipe off the blood off your face, hands, and arms. He had his brows furrowed while staring you down.

“I may have gone a little overboard here.” Smiling sheepishly at him, he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, a little. Do me a favor and never do that again.” He starts to walk outside the village, to your real destination.

“As if you actually follow orders too. You’re one to talk, Sabo.”

“Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

A smile creeps up on your face, thinking back to what happened and all you can feel is a little satisfaction, no remorse at all. Sabo’s lips are upturned as he fixes his gloves at hat.

Fulfilling the actual mission and freeing the enslaved people, you are now filled with satisfaction while sailing out the seas.

Sabo said not to go like that again. But you can’t help but feel that off feeling and give into it. Needless to say, you went feral while fighting all the royal guards in the castle. Although they weren’t as beaten up as the pirates, still they will have to nurse worse wounds. While all the nobles inside except that one kid princess were beaten.

“I can’t wait to tell the others what happened today.” You say to Sabo beside you. He just sighs and smiles a bit.

Oh the future will be more interesting, and maybe the more interesting it gets, the more your feral state becomes a normal one. The World Government wouldn’t get out of one hell of a ride.

– eiacez

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Bad Dreams - Bucky Barnes x Avenger (f)reader

Summary: You and Bucky are adjusting to civilian life after the Blip, some nights he needs you more then he realizes.

Warning: bit o angst, soft Bucky, fluff

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It had been a long fucking five years alone, sure you had Nat and Steve around at the Avengers Facility. But no matter how much time you spent with them doing whatever to keep your mind busy, at the end of the day, you were undoubtedly alone. You liked it that way at one point in your complicated life as an Avenger, but after the blip, you absolutely despised it. 

No one had expected what would have happened to be so terrible and tragic, or it to even go the way that it did. You had never even heard of Thanos or what the fuck kind of weirdass monsters could exist from other parts of the galaxy until they showed up knocking. How rude huh.

Life was peaceful before hand, well for the most part; you were an Avenger, someone who was part of the team. A conjurer of flame and ash, a Phoenix held within that was not afraid to use your power, and you used it well.

Then as per usual, shit went down and low and behold you met the one and only James Buchanan Barnes, Steve’s old friend with the metal arm and troubling history. Not to mention a face to die for, or at least one that would cause a bit of a chaotic scuffle between your two friends. They clearly had other priorities apart from yours at the time which was keep Steve out of jail, don’t burn anyone, and refrain from flirting with his 90 something year old friend. You tried your best in most of those areas. Most of them. 

Nonetheless, you fell hard and fast for the blue eyed man, and him the same for you, his feisty little firecracker with a heart as big and bright as a dragons. So when he went to Wakanda to lie low and get some much needed help. You followed.

With a heartfelt goodbye and a lasting kiss, he went under for a couple long weeks until Shuri and her expert team of scientists were able to fix what those bastards at Hydra had done to him.

For a short yet blessedly peaceful amount of time did you and your dark haired lover live safely within the Wakandan borders. In a small and beautiful little village by a lake, a hut all your own to shelter you from the heat and rain that poured hard onto the earth, and most wonderfully of all you had Bucky.

Life was simple for the first time in a long time, you spent the days helping out the locals and teaching the children how to properly swing a stick in defense, you know completely normal leisure activities. Spending the evenings making a big fire to tell stories under and cook the best food in Wakanda.

And the nights? You spent those wrapped up in Bucky’s arm, although most times you would be the big spoon which he loved more then anything in the whole world. Telling you it’s not just because you’re naturally warm, but that he’s been admittedly a bit touch starved from the years alone and lost. And for that you would always hold him closer.

Then that fateful day came crashing into your lives like a waterfall against rock, your friends had shown up claiming some being called Thanos was coming to take a stone out of Vision’s head. Yeah that was a new one.

The battle wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either, you were able to save many lives by scorching the beasts that pursed onward. Letting whips of flame slash hard against the enemy with great skill and force from your bending. Then the world seemed to still, and the wind swayed the trees oddly.

Then HE came, the Titan from another world, he threw down all in his path without an ounce of mercy or remorse. You and Wanda were so close, so damn close to stopping him, but then he threw you back with the whole force of the gauntlet and a moment later Vision was dead.

Your head was bleeding and a fresh scar had marked your jaw in a bloody red slash from the impact. Though your mind didn’t have time to register nor care as Thanos abruptly disappeared into oblivion, leaving a confused Thor in his wake. Much like the rest of the Avengers.

Then to your horror, one by one, your friends began to turn to ash and dust. Gone. You raced for Bucky nearby, praying to who’d ever listen to spare him or you for that matter. You just needed ten more seconds and then you could have held him one last time, touched his precious skin, ran your fingers through his long dark locks.

Looked into his ocean blue eyes, but no, the universe laughed as you gasped in panic, then it snickered as you screamed. Cheering you on as you sobbed in a cyclone of your own fire until the ground was scorched to shriveled dry earth. And no more tears could fall, your throat raw and heart broken in two.

Your world was gone, a memory forever kept locked inside your heart and soul. He was gone, he was your world, Bucky made your life better and you his.

For the coming months you were a mess, an angry and frustrated wreck of a person. Functioning by sheer will power and Natasha to keep you afloat in your new dreary little world of nothingness. You envied Steve for his ability to keep most of his shit together, and where almost enraged by Tony who had everything still intact. Pepper and a child on the way, how cruel the universe appeared.

You would wake up in the middle of the night sweating, your heart racing a mile a minute and usually part of the wall behind you would be burnt and blackened. You never set fire to anything thank god, but fuck, your heart hurt so much.

You wanted to scream most days, but as one year rolled into two and then three, the dull dreary ache in your body subdued to a tiny flicker of sadness. It became almost nonexistent during the day as you went about Avenger business, only to burn hot and angry at night.

You wanted to move on and forget, but you couldn’t, he was too important. They all didn’t deserve to go like that, none of them. And so another year passed, then it was year five since the blip, more months passed on. Until out of nowhere something or perhaps someone miraculous lit the way into a new sense of hope.

Resulting in the return of everyone who had been lost before, including your Bucky. And from that moment after the battle, when at long last you had finally found him, you knew life would never be the same.

——

Rain pours relentlessly from outside your apartment window, a rhythmic pitter patter near your bedside that aids in keeping you asleep and unbothered for the time being. No sooner do you reach the climax of your dream that consists of you being chased by a giant monarch butterfly with no weapon but a sandbox plastic shovel, do you wake. Strange dream.

All your senses flooding back into you as you feel for your lover in the darkness, your eyes still closed as you do so. Your hand slides across the crinkled bedsheets to no avail, the spot next to you is undeniably empty and rather cold.

oh, Bucky.

Cracking one eye open you glance at the alarm clock where it reads 1:10am in big red letters, illuminating the nightstand that it sits on. You take in a deep breath and roll onto your back to stare up at the ceiling, this has become a reoccurring event with Bucky in the following months since his return.

In Wakanda things were different, it was like a nice prolonged vacation away from all your problems and responsibilities of the world. Now, you two have an apartment somewhere in New York City all your own. Bucky goes to therapy and does his best to integrate back into his new role as a civilian while you work as an Avenger part time. The other half used for being a supporting loving girlfriend to Bucky and a hacker on the side for extra cash in the bank.

You get it though, he’s adjusting the best he’s able to manage right now, and even when he swears the nightmares are gone for good. You know him too well to believe that shit, you can see it in his eyes, he may have been a master assassin at one point. Now he’s with a skilled and almost equally as weathered Avenger who’s seen her share of people really going through it.

It’s not like you were doing any better, you’d wake up screaming in the dead of night from another nightmare involving losing Bucky again. That only lasted for a month or so, but still, it sucked and hurt every damn time. So you get it, nightmares can be a bitch.

Blinking the bleariness out of your eyes, you yawn into the darkness and take a moment to listen to the sound of the rain. It’s peaceful and calm, and though you’d like nothing more then to roll over and fall back into the dark comfortable void of sleep. You long to see Bucky again, even if you saw him not even two hours ago.

Pulling the blanket off of your body, you slowly sit up and face the blurry window that overlooks the glowing city, well more so the park close by. Pushing some hair out of your face, you stand and take a brief moment to stretch before letting your right hand emit a beautiful blue flame.

It proptly lights up the dark room into a shadowed yet still visible one, with a lazy proud smile, you move for the opened bedroom door. Your flame lights the way down the hall until you wander past the tiny kitchen and stop in your living room to the sound of heavy breathing coming from the far end.

You give a lopsided smirk to no one in particular as you pad over to the man who’s sweaty and shirtless on the wooden apartment floor in nothing but his boxers and a single blanket that’s not covering much. Well he sure looks like a hot mess, your hot mess that is.

He gives you an apologetic glance before staring tiredly back at the nearby wall. You extinguish your flame and gently nudge his leg with your sock, “How’s the floor?” You ask with a tinge of humor to lighten the mood.

He lets out a breathy laugh before looking back up at you, “Solid.” Quips Bucky in reference to the hard floor and perhaps his take on the makeshift bed, always one for a bit of humor huh.

Chuckling you crouch down to better meet his shadowed gaze, “I guess so,” You mutter with a shrug, “....afraid I might burn you in my sleep?”

Shaking his head, he gifts you the flash of a smile, “No. Not this time Y/N.”

You smile back before sitting down next to him, you look down at his hand before reaching out to take it without any resistance, “I know it’s the nightmares Bucky.” You whisper softly, your eyes sincere and true, “You don’t have to hold it all in okay, I don’t.....I don’t want you to do that.”

Letting out a reluctant sigh, Bucky frowns, “I know Y/N....I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I just love you too much to see you hurting. I’ve missed you for what feels like a hundred goddamn years and I don’t want you to slip away from me..” You add with a sad smile, “Never again.”

Squeezing your hand gently, Bucky nods, “You’re not going to lose me okay. I promise you that much alright. I love you Y/N.” And he means every word.

“That’s good then. Can you at least tell me something to ease your mind from what’s bothering you?” You ask with a hopeful smile, “Please. Remember what the therapist talked about with speaking your thoughts and feelings....it’s like emptying a treasure chest or some shit.”

“Right.” Laughs Bucky, “Can’t say you’re going to find any gold in here.”

“Shut up I don’t care.” You muse with a shrug, “I’m here to listen.”

“As the lady wishes.” Retorts Bucky with a half-assed bow that caused you to break out into a small smile at his cheekiness.

“Wait.” You pause.

“What?”

“Can we sit on the couch for this I wanna lay next to you.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky fakes his annoyance as you patiently await his answer, “Fine.” He confirms, quickly standing up and taking you with him, “But you gotta lay on me I’m kinda cold now.”

Bucky falls onto the large comfortable couch with a dramatic huff as he pulls you onto his shirtless body, “Weren’t you just all sweaty?” You wonder with a raised brow as he quickly wraps his arms around your waist.

“Yep.”

“Gross.”

Bucky chuckles, “Well you’re making me talk about my feelings.”

“That’s because you won’t talk about them with your actual therapist.” You sass back.

“I hate it when you’re right.” Mutters Bucky into your cheek as you snicker at his adorably dramatic self.

“I think your brain short circuited and misplaced the word hate for absolutely love and adore.”

“Maybe.” Adds Bucky as he steals a sweet kiss, “I’m still working through things you know.”

“Okay smartass. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

His chest rises as he takes a deep heavy sigh, he stares out the nearby window that keeps the rainy city from being bothersome. You can’t completely see his face due to the darkened room, but you’re close enough to see the way his face turns into a frown.

Suddenly you think maybe you shouldn’t have bugged him to speak about his nightmares. Until he purses his lips together and glances those big beautiful blue eyes down at you, the flash of a smile revealing itself in a split second.

To give him a bit more confidence and perhaps to calm his nerves, do you reach a hand up to gently caress his stubbled cheek, “Was it the Starks again?” You whisper softly in question, knowing how much it still haunts him. Among all the others.

Closing his eyes, he leans into your touch, “Not this time.” Mutters Bucky before taking that hand in his as he rests his head against the couches puffy arm. “Someone else.....Someone who got in the way. Wrong place wrong time.”

“oh.” Slips from your mouth quietly, you’re not sure what else to say, but you’re still hoping he’ll speak a little more about it. “Do they have anything to do with your list?”

It’s a shot in the dark, but you’re well aware of Bucky’s goal to make amends with his past and the people tied with it, maybe someone might be linked to it by chance.

Bucky takes another weighted breath, you can just sense how terrible he feels about this person. “Bucky take your time, it’s okay I’m right here.”

Looking for a positive sign you watch as he closes his eyes once again before moving his head a little bit so that it rests against yours, “I know....it’s just, difficult.”

“Always is.”

“Yeah.”

Kissing your forehead, his flesh arm wraps around your waist as he makes himself more comfortable before continuing, “I was in some government building at night.....tasked with eliminating some special high end target. I finished the mission in under a minute, but uh....there was a civilian who saw everything.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah.” Mumbles Bucky against your skin as he takes a moment to gather himself, soon he shifts underneath you once more before letting out a soft breath, “I shot him.”

A bang of sadness washes over you in that brief second and then a sparking anger for what Hydra had forced him to do. You keep silent and wait for Bucky to continue on with his story.

“That guy I killed. He um....he uh, he didn’t deserve that....but I had to.” Bucky’s voice is shaky as he puts his words together, “And you know what’s the worst about this?”

“I’d like not to imagine it but I know you should tell me.”

“You remember Yori?”

“Of course, he takes us to that great sushi place sometimes.”

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut as he hugs you tighter against his bare chest for some kind of comfort, his voice nothing but a regretful whisper, “I killed his son.”

Your eyes soften as he reveals who this mystery civilian was, “Damn.”

“Out of all the people in this world and I meet the man who’s son I murdered for Hydra.”

“That’s almost a sick joke.”

“I know. God I’m so fucked up.”

“No.” You protest softly while he hides his face in your neck, “I know you’ve heard this a thousand times but that wasn’t you. It wasn’t the real James Buchanan Barnes alright, you didn’t have a choice. Those fuckers took that away from you.”

“I know Y/N, but I still did it.”

“Bucky look at me.” You ask kindly, to your genuine surprise he lifts his head from your neck to look into your determined gaze, “You’re not the only one here who was manipulated and had their freedom taken from them by Hydra. I’ve done terrible things too, but you know what? We were never truly ourselves then, they molded us into their weapons and now.....they can never touch us again. You understand me?”

Tears whell up in Bucky’s shimmering eyes at your truthfully honest words, he had temporarily forgotten that you were once an unwilling participant in Hydra’s mind stone experimentations many years ago.

“I understand....” Mutters Bucky as he swallows hard, “what would I be without you?”

Giving him a small tearful smile, you gently wipe away a stray tear from his cheek, “A little bit more alone I’d say.”

“You’re a hundred times braver then me you know that? I couldn’t image five years without you and these fucking nightmares.” Admits Bucky as he moves to rest his head in the crook of your neck, “I’d go insane.”

Appreciating this close proximity and his heartfelt confession, you smile into the darkness, “I think I did. Thing is about shitty situations like that....life moves on and finds a way. I have you now, I thought I would lose you forever.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Me too.”

[itskatastrophe-x]

Finally Home (c!Sapnap x Reader)

I let my twitter followers decide who I wrote a oneshot for, and they wanted c!Sapnap, so here it is :) Written in the span of like... Idk 2 hours?? It’s a soulmate AU where you can feel everything your soulmate feels when you get in a certain distance of them and it gets stronger the closer you get to them. I hope yall like it!!

Word count :  2,701

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There it was again. That burning sensation on the palms of your hands. You didn’t understand where it came from or why it was happening, but it hurt like hell. You wondered if it would ever stop, but you doubted it would. You knew the stories all too well but figured it would never happen to you, and slowly your fears confirmed it as all of your friends got theirs and eventually found their person. A soulmate. The way they talked about how they could feel what their soulmate felt on a physical level. They would feel light brushes against their arms or bumps when the other person would be somewhere busy. All of your friends had found their other halves years ago, explaining that when it happened there was a jolt like electricity in their bodies. After all of your friends had abandoned you, you had given up hope in ever finding your person. So you travelled. For miles and miles and miles, seeing every country, village, and kingdom your empty heart desired. You had lost everyone you loved and couldn’t even find your soulmate. 

Then it happened all too suddenly. If you had to guess, it happened when you got within range of the person, so you kept up your pace and travelled. It was an unpleasant sensation. It felt like fire all over your body. At first it was a small stinging, then the farther you travelled, the closer you got to this person, it grew. You would wake up in the middle of the night screaming because of cuts and wounds your other half would experience. You wished it was something as simple as the things your friends had gone through, but this was a nightmare. You wished you could meet this person once and for all just so you could give them a strong right hook to the jaw, then changed your mind as you remembered that you would also feel it. 

You knew by the things you were going through that this person was crazy and potentially dangerous with the amount of wounds this person was accumulating through the weeks of you travelling, so you did your best to be delicate. Whenever you would feel a new pain, you would prepare healing potions and drink them in hopes that the other person would also feel the effects. Either that or, if it didn’t feel like a gash or deep cut, you would trace your fingers over the spot gently to sooth the other person to let them know you would comfort them. What you couldn’t stand, though, was the feeling of fire dancing around your fingers. You eventually learned to tune it out and numb yourself to it, so it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was when it started, but it was still painful and annoying.

Then it stopped as suddenly as it started. For three whole days. Three. Days. After the first couple hours of the first day you started to worry. It was rare that you got a single second of rest from this crazy asshole, but three days? Part of you hoped he wasn’t dead, but the other part was happy you didn’t have to deal with scratches, bruises, and burning. But you missed it so much that you wished the burning in your palms returned. Nothing stopped you from continuing on though, even though you had no idea if you were going the right way anymore or not. You used the pain as a guide for weeks to lead you closer, but when it stopped, you lost your physical compass. Something in your heart told you that you were still heading towards them though, so you kept on, this time faster and without much sleep. You wanted to make sure this person was ok, and fast. You watched all of your friends leave you, you couldn’t have your literal soulmate leave you as well. 

When the third day ended and you were about to fall asleep, you felt it. The smallest little touch to your cheek you had ever felt. It was out of the blue and you had never felt such a touch come from the other person, so it woke you up instantly. You laid there for a moment, the stroking on your cheek so soft and faint that you wondered if it was even the person at all. Slowly, you lifted your hand to your other cheek and caressed it. The feeling on your other cheek stopped, but the feeling of a hand still stayed there. That’s when you knew it was them. They knew you would feel it, but probably weren’t expecting you to return the feeling to them. The stroking started again, so you stroked your other cheek for them as well. Then it hit you. Why had you never thought of it before? After weeks of knowing you had a soulmate out there, it just now hit you. You sat up from your bed in the little hotel you were staying at and tapped your leg. The feeling on your cheek stopped then you felt the same tap on your leg again. You smiled and pressed your hand down for a second and felt more pressure a couple seconds later. 

Then you started. At first it was a smiley face, then letters one at a time to write to the person. You asked their age first. Then you felt the pressure of the person writing back. “20”. You drew yours back, then they drew a smile to confirm they got it. You asked their name. “Nick” they wrote back. Then you wrote yours. You got as much information as you could from this small communication as possible so you could find him easier. After your small exchange, you got up, got dressed, packed your things and headed towards a location called “Dream SMP”. You had seen it on maps before, but it was so far away that you thought you would never get there. You had already crossed oceans, rivers, and mountains for this man, but now you had a new fire to feel. A fire burning so deep in you that it ignited in your eyes. You used all the money and resources you had to get there. You bought boats and horses for the days leading up to your arrival.

After over a month of travelling, you finally made it to the outside borders of what was known as the DreamSMP. The streets were full and bustling with life. Most people smiled and greeted you as a new member, fully accepting you the second you set foot on the land, others scowled or threw hateful words your way, possibly thinking you wouldn’t hear, or maybe they hoped you would so you would leave. You asked around about this person “Nick” and got an overwhelming response of happy chatter and protests of anger, so you left as politely as you could to search on your own. 

You felt like it would take forever to find this other person if all of the streets and businesses would be this crowded and overwhelming, until you came across one man standing at the edge of a river with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. His fluffy brown hair flipped up in the front and slightly waved in the breeze, the colors he wore matching his vibe completely. You approached him cautiously at first, but felt comforted by the aura he gave off. You cleared your throat quietly, so as not to startle him, and he opened his eyes slowly to greet you, the lightest shade of blue you had ever seen. He gave you a soft smile and waved you over, so you complied. 

For a second, you wondered if this was him, but you took note of his soft, clear looking skin and the lack of electricity as you neared him. When you got next to him, he pointed across the river to a very ornate village sitting on the hills surrounded by flower forests. “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” You stared in awe at the mushroom buildings and statue and smiled at him. “I’ve travelled a long way to get here and passed hundreds of kingdoms, but this tops them all,” you replied. He made a noise of agreement and smiled, content with your answer. “Well, tell me, new face, how did you make your way to Kinoko Kingdom, and why are you here?” There was no malice in his voice as he asked and you could tell he was being friendly so you knew you wasn’t being standoffish. “I came to meet my soulmate,” you answered. His eyes went wide and met yours, a look of shock on his face. “Th-that’s you?!” You looked at him, furrowing your brows. How did he know? As if to read your mind, he continued. “I knew he was expecting someone, but, wow… I mean… He’s gonna want to meet you now. He literally hasn’t shut up for weeks about you.” You stammered for a second as he grabbed your hand and started running, barely giving you any reaction time to keep up with him. He was fast and energetic and you liked it. He seemed friendly and bubbly and his touch was comforting. 

He weaved in and out of streets and occasional bystanders watching the two of you with wide eyes and gaping mouths. You took it these people didn’t see many new faces, seeing as they were small in numbers. He didn’t slow down until both of you were panting in front of a giant cherry blossom tree in front of the biggest library you had seen. You could hear a loud voice echoing out of the open hole, acting as a doorway. The man next to you put a hand on your shoulder and you looked over at his grinning face. “I should explain before you get in there… My name is Karl and Sapnap, or Nick, is my fiancé. Now before you get worried, we’re in an open, poly relationship and he’s talked to me about all of this and I am 100% welcoming you into our little family.” He gave you a warm smile that reached his eyes so you knew he was being sincere. 

A booming shout broke your thoughts and you felt a pain in your toe that almost made you fall over, then loud laughter erupted. You smiled and shook off your foot as Karl motioned you inside, and that’s all you needed to run inside. The space inside was open with books lining the high walls. There was a staircase to your right, a mushroom in the far back, and a balcony above your head. There you saw him. At first he stood there laughing with the other man in front of him, not realizing you were inside, so you stared. You felt something like fire dancing across your skin lightly as you watched him with wide eyes. He was more beautiful than anyone you had ever seen. He had his jet black hair tied into a messy, low bun at the back of his head, a scar across the length of his face that went across the bridge of his nose. He had a light dusting of freckles across his rosy cheeks and the most piercing eyes. The man in front of him caught onto your stare and nudged the man, pointing down at you from their spot on the balcony. When his eyes met yours, a shiver went up your spine and your skin felt hot, like you were now encased in a cocoon of fire. For a moment you both just stared at each other, not being able to move, until you felt a pair of hands push you gently from behind.

That’s all it took to move you. You took off towards the stairs and took them two at a time as he ran to meet you on the landing. You collided into the biggest hug that knocked the wind out of your lungs and almost sent you flying backwards, but he kept you steady. Your eyes welled up for a moment and you laughed into his chest. He smelled like a campfire, fir trees, and old books. He was so warm and your body fit his so perfectly under his arms. You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and a soft touch to your shoulder, a small hum coming from Karl behind you. “Thank god you’re finally here. Sapnap literally would not shut up. He always talked about how soft you were with him when he knew how hard it must have been for you. Weeks. Weeks.” Sapnap reached an arm out to punch Karl, but he dodged easily since Sapnap still hadn’t let you go. You chuckled and closed his eyes as he put his arm back over your shoulder and squeezed you closer to him. 

“I can’t believe you’re real,” he whispered into your hair. He squeezed him and smiled. “You thought I wasn’t?” He sighed and relaxed his shoulders. “I thought you would hate me. I’m so reckless and get hurt all the time. How could anyone want me if they feel what I feel?” You pulled back to look him in the eyes and you gave him the most genuine smile you had ever had on your face. “You’re stupid. Of course I would be here. And I will stay here. I’ll take care of all your bumps, scrapes, and stabs. The pain means nothing so long as I know you’re ok.” His pointed ears turn a bright red and he averts his gaze to the floor, so you bring your hand to his cheek gently. At first he flinches, but soon closes his eyes, sighs, and leans into your hand, his lip slightly quivering from such tenderness. 

“I do have one question, though.” He hums, not opening his eyes. “Why do my palms always burn? Do you just, like, constantly sit around a campfire?” He chuckles and slowly lifts his head, eyes opening to look at you. He pulls back from you slightly, keeping one arm around your waist as he watches his hand, then back to your face to watch your eyes on his hand. In an instant, his hand is surrounded by fire, the burning in your hand starting up. He must have liked the look on your face because he lets out a snort and then starts laughing, all while you stand there in awe at the power he held. “Holy shit… And… And that’s real fire? Just like that?” You look back at him and he gives you a shy smile and a nod of his head as the fire goes out. There was a sparkle in your eyes that he was absolutely enchanted by and he hoped he would get to see that for the rest of his life. You let out a small huff of amazement and smile brightly. “You are the most amazing person I have ever met,” you say quietly as you watch his features soften as he’s left speechless. 

“Oh get a room,” the guy behind Sapnap says, his voice thick with an accent and sarcasm, the sound of a smile in his words. Sapnap looks at the man and points at him, shooting off a mini fire at him. His shirt catches for a second before the man screams and smacks himself to put it out. You laugh as you watch the exchange and Sapnap looks back at you, thinking of how beautiful your laugh sounds. “Well,” Karl starts. “We have a lot to talk about! Ooooooh this is so exciting! We need to know more about you!!” He grabs both of you and pulls you down the stairs and out to the pond next to the tree out front, the sun finally setting over the hills, casting a gorgeous, fiery glow on your soulmate’s features. You couldn’t wait to see what their life was like. To kiss all of his scars and tell him how amazing he was. To run your fingers through his raven feather-looking hair. Oh how you loved this.

[miraculous-ladybug-et-chat-noir]

Blind to What's Right in Front of You

Request: No

Pairing: Adrien Agreste x Fem!Reader, Adrien Agreste x Ladybug

Prompt: Reader has been in love with Adrien for as long as she could remember, the only problem? He was in love with another.

Warnings: Unrequited love, set in the 1800s before technology

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you all like this ^.^ it's set in a different time period, but the aspects are still the same. Also, even though they're in high school, I imagine them aged up, like in their early 20s or up. Let me know if you'd like a part 2 and if you'd like to be tagged! My requests are open Xx.

(Gif not mine)

(Y/N)’s skin prickled with irritation. She yanked the sheet from her basket with unnecessary force. (Y/N) wasn’t one to let her anger get to her, but Adrien Agreste was taking great care to aggravate her. She loved Adrien, (did she ever) however, the problem was that Adrien was not in love with her. Normally (Y/N) would nod along to whatever Adrien had said about the woman he intended to marry, but that never bothered her because he didn’t actually know her. Everything was at a standstill for a long time. That is until (Y/N) had made her acquaintance. Mademoiselle Ladybug.

Mademoiselle Ladybug was a masked heroine who ignored propriety and risked her life to save the people in their town. No one knew if she lived in town or outside of town on her own as a recluse. It made (Y/N) content to know no one would ever know who she was because that meant that Adrien wouldn’t get the chance to marry her. After all, how can one person love another they didn’t even know. She supposed the uniqueness of Ladybug made her rather attractive. Besides, she did fine Chat Noir rather handsome as well, but his incessant arrogance depleted his attractiveness.

Anyway, back to that day that changed everything for (Y/N). It was a day like any other. (Y/N) was walking down to the well to fetch a pail of water when an Akumatized victim ran into her path. The pail she had clutched in her hands crashed to the floor. Her knees began to shake and her heart began to race. She was frozen in place, fearing for her life.

The possessed villager wore a black mask, their hair colored similar to a crimson apple. The akumatized victim's outfit reminded (Y/N) of a Lord, only it was obviously changed from commoners clothing. Their tunic may have been embroidered with crimson thread that shined like gold would, but there were still mud stains on it. Their trousers stopped just above the knees and were torn, the same crimson thread bordering the holes to make it seem as though it were a new style.

The villain smirked at her viciously, “Pray tell, mademoiselle, where are you headed?” They sneered.

“I-I…” (Y/N) was at a loss for words. She felt as if she were choking on air.

“It seems you’re headed in the wrong direction, for the party is the other way,” The victim waved their hand in the opposite direction (Y/N) was headed.

“Par-party?” (Y/N)’s brows furrowed in confusion. She hadn’t heard of any social events happening any time soon. Perhaps the villain was only trying to lure her into a trap.

The akumatized victim narrowed their eyes, “another unreliable guest it seems,” The victim pulled out a sword and waved it intricately in the air.

(Y/N) gasped and took a step back. If she hadn’t felt the need to throw up before, she did now. She hadn’t heard of any deaths happening before from anyone who has been possessed by the evil butterflies, but there was always a first time for something, right?

The villain leered at her, finding joy in her fear. They began to charge at her and (Y/N) feared it would be the last thing she saw before she succumbed to death, fortunately, Mademoiselle Ladybug swung in and knocked the villain to the ground.

“Hurry, run!” She called to (Y/N).

She didn’t need to be told twice. (Y/N) picked up her skirts and ran in the opposite direction from which she came. There was no way she was about to run into trouble. She didn’t have any superpowers to protect herself or her town with. She’d be crazy to join the fight.

Before (Y/N) could run any further, however, the akumatized victim was right in front of her. “It’s too late to try and make up for your mistakes,”

“Fête planificateur,” Ladybug yelled.

Fête planificateur glanced away from (Y/N), a mistake they made because (Y/N) managed to escape once again, only this time she ran into the woods that surrounded their village. She panted softly as she hid behind a boulder nearby. She hoped she wouldn’t have to run too far because the woods were easy to get lost in.

She pressed her back against the boulder, breathing heavily. She took in deep breaths in hopes of catching her breath. Her heartbeat erratically against her ribcage, her legs burning from the quick sprint. She hated running, possibly more than it deserved.

She wasn’t sure how long she had stayed hidden in the woods, it could have been hours, it could have been a few minutes. All she knew was the anxiety racing in her veins, the adrenaline in her chest. Her spine tensed when she heard rustling from behind her. It could be the villain after her once again. Or perhaps luck was on her side and it was Ladybug to tell her it was safe to return home.

“Mademoiselle (Y/N)?” Ladybug yelled.

(Y/N) sighed in relief, “Thank heavens,” She pushed herself away from the boulder, standing straight and straightening her skirts.

“I’m over here Ladybug,” She responded.

“I thought I’d have to scour these whole woods,” Ladybug appeared in front of her with a friendly smile, “You’re safe now, Fête planificateur has been taken care of.”

“I don’t know how to thank you,” (Y/N) pulled Ladybug into a fierce hug.

“Oh, there’s no need to thank me,” Ladybug flushed in embarrassment.

“Of course there is! You saved my life!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“It was no problem, really,” Ladybug tried to brush off once again.

“Please, tell me how I can repay you at least? A thank you dinner! Oh you have to try my (Favorite meal), I won’t take no for an answer,” (Y/N) Crossed her arms in defiance.

“Well, A dinner couldn’t hurt I suppose,” Ladybug rubbed the back of her neck. She flinched when a beeping noise was heard, “Perhaps tomorrow? I gotta go!” She panicked.

“Tomorrow is perfect! I live by the old windmill just down the road from the well, come sunset!” (Y/N) waved as Ladybug left. She had to admit that Adrien’s crush was well placed. If only he loved her though.

It was this invitation that led to Adrien’s current babbling fest about the perfection of Mademoiselle Ladybug. Instead of fretting over (Y/N)’s dangerous experience, he was caught up in the story of Ladybug. Ouch. He could have at least shown some concern for her.

“Adrien, it was nothing okay? She saves people every day, and not just her. Chat Noir helps her, remember?”

“Yeah, but he’s nothing compared to Ladybug,” Adrien sighed dreamily.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Of course he is, he’s a part of her team. He cares just as much as she does.”

“But you didn’t invite him to dinner,” He pointed out.

“If he had gone looking for me, I would have,” (Y/N) shrugged.

“Okay, fine whatever, but my point still stands,” Adrien brushed off. His eyes lit up as an idea formed in his mind, “Invite me to join you!”

“I beg your pardon?” (Y/N) frowned.

“Let me join you both for dinner! Please?” He begged.

“And why would I do that?” (Y/N) scoffed. He didn’t even care she had been in danger and now he wants a dinner invitation from her?

“All I want you to do is set up a meeting for me,” Adrien whined.

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, her corset pulling tighter around her. She felt her heartbreaking once again that day. There was no chance for her and Adrien. He was too far gone for Ladybug. After some hesitation, she responded solemnly, “Okay. Fine... I’ll set up a meeting.”

She had never seen Adrien smile so wide before, “Thank you! But don’t let her know I’m eager, let us meet by accident.”

“Okay, I’ll have her run you over with a horse and stagecoach.” (Y/N) muttered under her breath as she resumed her chores. She may have been born into a wealthy family, but they refused to hire servants. The only workers they did have were her tutor and their driver.

“What was that?” Adrien raised his brows.

“I said, be here before sunset, okay?” (Y/N) lied.

“It’s a date! Thank you (Y/N), you have no idea how much this means to me!” He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I’ve gotta go plan what to wear!” Adrien let go of her hand and sprinted to the carriage that awaited him.

(Y/N) stared at her hand. She swallowed around the lump in her throat. Her eyes burned with tears. She wished she had died before. Then perhaps she wouldn’t feel that ache in her heart. She was foolish to think she could ever win over Adrien’s heart.