#and im saving all of mine from the beginning of the year for a family vacation in the summer :')
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Svt said possible US tour this year (?) Carats prepare your wallets
Im not gonna hope for anything soon cuz they've BEEN saying they'll be back and look where we are rn, and also other people be touring (my WALLET!!!!). Based on this tho earliest I can see is Q4 2024 - early 2025
Source is the press conference and Shua: https://twitter.com/daywithshua/status/1784878073474597303
omg u probably sent this the other day and I didn't see it (ever since tumblr switched their formatting of the activity tab it's so much harder for me to spot asks...)
but yes, svt have been hinting and basically confirming they'll do a US tour this year for a couple months now... my guess is fall sometime at the earliest. like late Q3 or early Q4 for the start. I feel like it's not a matter of if so much as when :3
#melia.ask#runningtospringday#hoping for later in the year as well bc my vacation days accumulate#and im saving all of mine from the beginning of the year for a family vacation in the summer :')
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Somethinâ new - Rafe Cameron.
Summary: Youâre the new girl and everyone wants you, but no one stands a chance when Rafe lays his eyes on you.
Pairing: Rafe cameron x Fem!Reader
A/N: This is my first story on here so I hope yâall enjoy!
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âDonât worry! You look fine.â Sarah says to you as you fix up your makeup.
âSar, Be for real! itâs my first day here at the island I need to make a good impressionâ You sigh rolling your eyes at the blonde girl.
âWeâve been friends for over 4 years, would I lie to you? I mean iâve lived here all my life and iâm telling you now all the guys will come running after you!â Sarah shouts giggling.
You stare at the blonde when you turn around. You recently relocated to the outer banks after spending virtually your whole life in Seattle. Since your family spent a lot of time on vacation at the Outer Banks throughout the years, you and Sarah have known each other for a while, but you haven't seen her in a minute.
âWhat?â Sarah says as she stares back.
âNothin⌠just nervousâ you retort.
âWhatâd I just tell you! You look hot, now come on itâs getting late.â And with that Sarah grabbed your hand and you guys started walking to the party that was only down the street.
As soon as you guys arrive you see people playing beer pong, some sucking faces on the couches, and others walking up the stairs together.
âHow did i get myself into this situation�� you think.
âHey! Iâm going to get some drinks iâll be right back ok?â Sarah wipes you out of your thoughts.
âYeah thatâs fine!!â You say unsurely, and with that Sarah walks away.
You donât really know anybody else here so you walk around a little bit and it starts to feel like all eyes are on you.
Just as youâre about to sit down, âHey!â you hear from a tall man standing above you.
âMy name is Topper, I seen you and Sarah walk in together but I havenât seen you around here, are you new?â He says with a slight grin
âYeah I just moved here yesterday, Sarah has been helping me get settled in.â You say back with a smile as he starts combing his fingers through your hair.
âHmm.. hope to see you around sweets.â he replies and walks away with a wink.
Just as you begin replaying the interaction in your mind, Sarah comes back with your drinks and takes you inside of the party.
âAnything happen yet?â She says while she throws her arm around you.
âNope.. Not yet.â You lie as the events begin replaying in your head once again.
When you start to feel as though everyone is staring at you again as you did earlier, you start to look around and spot a hot blonde standing next to a girl with curly hair winking at you. God, it was going to be a long night.
As the night went on, more and more guys came up to you asking you a series of questions that usually went along the lines of âAre you new here?â and âCan I take you out later?â each ending in the same answer of âIm sorry, but no.â
Thatâs when the tall guy named Topper from earlier came back up to you, but this time drunker than he was before.
âHey sweets, how have you been all night?â says Topper as he throws his hand around your waist.
âItâs been goodâ you say as you fake smile at him feeling a little uncomfortable.
As soon as Topper opens his mouth to say another word, another man comes up to you guys.
âGet the fuck off of her.â he shouts.
âWhat are you talking about dude donât be a weirdo.â Topper says to the tall man in front of him.
âYou heard me, I said she was mine earlier and to not mess with her, iâve been dealing with guys all night tryna talk to her, and i donât think you want to be one of them.â The man says as he gets all up in Toppers face looking like heâs ready to swing.
Topper puts his hands up in a âChill dudeâ type of way and walks away with a roll of his eyes.
âSorry about that, my name is Rafe.â he says as he puts his hand out for you to shake
You smile and shake his hand back
âHey Rafe, thanks for saving me.â
He laughs, âNo problem, whatâs mine is mine and nobody else gets to touch it.â
Your cheeks start to flush as a result of the man's recent comments. However, you are already familiar with this man; he is Sarah's brother. Everyone constantly says he's a player and not to trust him, but with a face like that, it doesn't seem like youâre about to obey the rules.
âDo you say this to all the girls you meet?â you say with a roll of your eyes.
âOnly when theyâre as pretty as you.â he says back with a smirk and he brings his hand to the tip of your chin
âYknow itâs not going to be that easy to get to me like everyone else.â You say matter-of-factly as your faces are getting closer and closer, thinking less and less about how you just met him two minutes ago.
âHmm..thatâll be up to me to find out.â weâre the last words he breathed out as your faces connected.
You pull away slowly looking up to his eyes.
âWhatâd i tell you, I always get what i want.â he grins.
Jesus, you just met him and he was already going to be the death of you.
#rafe cameron#rafecameronfanfic#rafe cameron x reader#rafe fanfiction#obx#obxfanfic#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe cameron one shot#rafecameronjealous#rafe x y/n#rafe fic#rafe x you
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BXNNY! I FINALLY GOT FURINA!!!!
After sooo long and doing everything i could to get primogems and such, I GOT THE LOVELY FURINA AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!! But then the 4.8 trailer came out and Navia is literally next on the wish banner. So while i did get my Furina, i might have to skip Navia.. I mean iâll still keep trying but itâs very unlikely i would get her due to being guranteed for Furina earlier. Regardless if i do get her or not, im still gonna farm for Naviaâs materials.
Btw any thoughts on the recent Natlan teaser? I really love the new Natlan characters and im for sure saving for the Dendro boy one but.. is it bad that i felt a bit peeved that their skins are not darker? Like Natlan is based of countries that are part of the Ring of Fire and people there mostly have darker skins. I mean the three characters we saw do still have dark skin i guess? but i dont know how to explain it. It feels like the Sumeru thing all over again but im not sure tbh. I mean i havent seen anyone talking about it but then again, i dont have twitter due to how toxic the enviroment is.
Also i hope you dont mind me adding more to my analysis on Wriothesley (on the dead child thing) but the more i reread that post, the more i feel like Wriothesley sees the readerâs existence as a mockery made by the universe to him. The first time he had a family, it turns out to be fake, the second time he had a family in his kid, it was taken away from him way too soon, and then years later, the reader appears as a mocking reminder of the what he could have right now if it werent for his childâs untimely death. Like the part where you explain his confused temper, it feels like heâs in a mix of denial, bargaining, and anger from seeing the reader. Heâs obviously grieving but heâs just stuck on those three parts. My guess on how his grief in stages are like would be first Depression, then it quickly turn into Denial, then after a few years and seeing the reader, it went to a mix of a small part of denial and a huge amount of anger and bargaining. And he might be stuck in that mix possibly forever. Like i said in my analysis post, to not think about his child means that heâll be stuck grieving for a long time unless he finally decides to move on and process it all in a healthly way.. which is kinda unlikely. (Also also im glad you like my in depth analysis ^_^)
So yeah thatâs all.. hope you a great day/night and get some rest if you need it.
- Flower Anon đ¸
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Woooo! Congrats on getting Furina, Flower Anon!!<33
I really hope you get Navia as well, because she's extremely strong. I'm always in awe when mine casually hits over 100k with her E skill lol.
Regarding my thoughts on Natlan... ah tbh, I honestly have non to share. I have yet to really connect to it, and from what I've seen, time will tell if I'll be impressed. The skin color part is another whole thing on its own, and I won't get into it too much, as I feel like Twitter hell is doing that enough for me lmao. But I agree that it's quite odd and may be the reason as to why I don't like the character designs that much either. I also don't like how... bright, everything seems either, but that's just personal preference, lol.
Your analysis is really spot on, btw, Flower Anon!! Wriothesleys' part is extra tragic because different than the others, he has no way of getting help or coping in a healthy manner due to being in prison. So yeah, his fate is far more depressing, as he will never even be able to escape the place his child died in to begin with.
With that said, however, thank you for your ask and I hope you have a great day/night yourself!!<33
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the water runs cold this time of year
river,
its me dandie, but i think the last time we talked you knew my old name. i stopped looking at your blog when i saw you talking about a girl. i remember spiraling when i saw you were heading to another state. i told myself i wanted to check on you and i did, it never actually helped. when we last talked i tried to explain what was going on with me. i didn't get to elaborate, you had already made up your mind about leaving.
i think you had made up your mind about that months before you had the balls to break up with me. i felt it, even from miles away, the pattern repeating, the grip loosening slightly, a flinch of detachment. maybe you saw when i noticed, and i couldn't get you to say anything. i know you were new to this, i pressed you pretty hard, i thought we talked about everything. i should've said you weren't ready. i should've cut it off before it got so bad. i could've saved myself so much pain and confusion.
but in all versions of this story you run, and im not the person who can run after you. it felt like you started off-roading the moment i got into my pace.
sure hindsight is 20/20 and i remember the spark in my head when i thought we were going too fast. there was so much going on in my head and my life and emotions and identity and things were just so overwhelming. and yet, i didn't howl with you, something in me held back. i thought landing in a mattress would be the right choice. it wasn't a fully aired mattress and i felt my body snap when i landed. i should've looked harder.
im not saying it wasn't fun, i truly do think you are a force to be reckoned with. i miss your ramblings about the environment and fishing and the things you liked. i cant think about fly fishing or sword-fern without your face blinking in my mind. i think about telling you things before remembering you dont talk to me. i miss how my dog loved you, i miss that trip we took to that beautiful house. i think about your family living closer to me than you, dreading a day i see them in the wild, how would i even begin to say anything?
now, there was a big part of me that i didn't understand until i met you. you had so much valor and pride. maybe im romanticizing the societal and interpersonal abuse that comes with being different in the gender spectrum. i came out as nonbinary a month after you left me on that park bench. i came out twice in the time i knew you. you had seen and known some of the worst feelings i could imagine and yet you were still out and trying, and ill never be able to thank you enough for showing me that.
you have this raw, blinding pain in that ballroom of yours. when i saw it, i was worried you'd stay waltzing in those marble floors forever. somehow i think you are. your fingers shake to light the match on your new life. your name, your opinions, your fear and your love, all chandeliers in that hall that you seal shut. i know that the longer its sealed the harder it will be to open. ive never had a ballroom, just a dance floor under the stars.
i know i wont be a flash in your mind, how could i be? we had so many deep and intense moments of healing and growing and learning. brains don't just forget about people like that. i just hope you know that severing the pathways like that can cause more harm than good. and i'm sorry i tried so hard to reach for you when i should've let go. you said 'i think wed be great friends' in the same conversation of 'i think we should maybe breakup' it was confusing so i took the better option: be friends. i had been grieving ahead of time, so by the time you finally broke it off i figured we could move on and be friends seamlessly. i wasn't thinking about how you felt, how could i? you wouldn't share how you felt. we both put on smiles and walked on. we were lying to ourselves. still you were definitely a shut door when mine wasn't using hinges
im so excited for my life and i hope you've found some hope in yours. i feel like i would still have a conversation about this if you were ever ready, but thats improbable. plus so much has happened since June. i've been lucky to be busy with my livelihood.
until i see you again, be well. i always end up okay
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Like a Virgin, Touched for the Very First Time
It may seem like I talk a lot but I'm actually a GREAT listener because people LOVE to talk about themselves. I really get to know people by listening. & believe it or not, even the silence can be loud. What people choose to share vs keep private is telling.
I joined group, for single moms. I'm just an observer right now, all the main characters are very loud and want to be seen and heard and feel important. I'm here for it. I don't want to just blurt out what's going on with me & my daughter to everyone. I like to talk to one or two people personally.
But I can't get one of the main character mom's outta my head. I learned something new from her today. "The Madonna Complex"
*Break off into groups of 2 and get to know someone today*
We sit down in a corner I have a little snack and a sprite
We start with small talk...
I'm like hey girl what's up what do you do for work? how old are you? how old is your baby, and vice versa, I'm not really ready to talk about my babydaddy but I'm here for you if you wanna talk about yours. & she was.
"We met about 3 years ago and we just started as friends. It was slow and we really got to know each other. Trust was really important to me because I had been burnt in the past. He was perfect, thoughtful, and romantic. He was so easy to be with. After we both got tested for STD's & everything was good, we started living together and I got pregnant shortly after. We got engaged and he just made me feel so special and beautiful like his perfect little family and his prize wife and mother of his child. He didn't want any more children and he got a vasectomy, he didn't ask me to alter my body in any way and I thought he was selfless. One night after putting baby to bed he was watching TV on our bedroom TV so I just watched Netflix on his iPad. my curiosity got the better of me so I started going through his iPad and I'm not sure why because we were so happy and our family was so perfect I really had no reason to snoop.
He had many many messages to phone numbers but no saved contacts. I checked them, all the women asking "Do you need me tonight" " Do you need company tonight" ESCORT SERVICES! My perfect husband is seeking out escort services, I'm sick to my stomach. he seemed so perfect for all these years. We had sex OFTEN he was always so sweet and attentive to me we always made each other cum. im so confused is he some kinda nymphomaniac??? I dig a little deeper he's only paying women for anal sex. all these women he's having hardcore anal sex with them and paying them money for it.
(now personally, i'm thinking to myself, that nigga is a booty warrior, sis, you dodged a bullet tf? but I can see the pain and the hurt and the betrayal so I just quietly keep listening)
I threw that iPad at him and this nigga is staying at MY HOUSE so I got up and immediately headed to the closet to pack his shit I feel like I floated there I was not even thinking clearly I was in SHOCK I was completely blindsided. Then he actually had the audacity to justify his behavior. He claimed he was using them for only one thing- anal sex. I'm his wife and the mother of his child. They are just whores for anal sex it means nothing. He would never treat the mother of his child that low. He thought he was doing a good thing. Madonna complex. Sex workers are there for this reason and it's not an affair. He's apologized and tried to fix things and tries to see his kid but he will never have access to us again. I know he's hurting but I'm hurting too, what do I tell my family? his family? our child? I've blocked him on everything and he keeps trying to contact me. I just want to move on, I thought I could trust him, but he disgusts me."
I hug her and we begin showing each other pictures of our families, hers a once happy trio, mine of me and my daughter. I told her at least she tried to have a family and was almost a wife and maybe over time he will change & you can still get your fairytale because in his own twisted way, I think he still loves you.
I give a little about myself, I tell her my situation is so small compared to yours. I barely know my child's father it was a one-night stand from a random Tinder hookup & we never spoke again. I'm just trying to get child support now but that's about it. We never had a family dynamic or a relationship. We were never in love. But you had love with your ex-fiance, I think time might heal this situation between y'all.
She is convinced it's over ... but who knows.
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Just finished my 2nd playthrough of assassinâs creed odyssey lmao annnnnnnd
can finally say with confidence that i fucking hate the mother!!! lmao oh my god!Â
poor alexios omfg his whole family was shit!Â
so, my first playthrough, i got The Worst Ending lmao where kassandra kills the mom and then alexios has to kill kassandra.Â
very very sad, cry cry, blah blah.Â
THIS time, i was about to be so happy because only kassandra dies! she tries to fuckin kill alexios and so obviously he stabs her in the head and kicks her evil ass off the mountain!Â
and the mom is devastated, obviously, having just had to watch one of her kids kill the other in self defense (and in defense of the entire greek world tbh) and alexios is hugging her and trying to console her,Â
AND THEN THE WRETCH BASICALLY TELLS HIM THAT SHE HATES HIM AND TO FUCK OFF FOREVER AND NEVER COME BACK???????????????
LIKE EXCUSE ME???????
DID YOU FUCKING MISS THEE PART WHERE YOUR PRECIOUS EVIL DAUGHTER TRIED TO KILL ME TWICE??? DESPITE MY EFFORTS TO GET THROUGH TO HER??? DID YOU NOT FUCKING HEAR ME WHEN I TOLD YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN THAT SHEâS BEEN BRAINWASHED AND MAY BE TOO FAR GONE TO BE SAVED???? DID YOU NOT HEAR HER WHEN SHE DECLARED SHE WAS GOING TO KILL ME????
LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?????
DO YOU REALLY NOT THINK SHE WOULD HAVE MURDERED YOUR ASS RIGHT AFTER SHE MURDERED MINE IF I DIDNT KILL HER FIRST??????Â
oh! my! god!Â
to have fucking failed to protect both of your children years ago to the degree that you thought they both had been MURDERED, and then upon discovering they both survived and lived horrific lives where one is brainwashe by a cult and the other is living a life of poverty and petty crime, and when youâre finally reunited with the children YOU FAILED TO PROTECT and one of them tries to kill the other and the other kills them first in self defense,Â
AND THEN YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO DISOWN THE ONE WHO SURVIVED????
i mean okay OKAY i GET IT that she was actually powerless to save either one of them at the beginning. but just because she was powerless doesnt mean it wasnt still her job to protect them. through no fault of her own, she failed. but the most important part of that concept is the failure, not the fault. so like. she owns that shit at the end of the day.Â
but color me COMPLETELY UNSURPRIIIISED because i definitely was put off in the first playthrough when she insisted that ~your father who threw you off a fucking mountain just because somebody told him to really did Love You In His Own Way~ omfg like, exfuckingscuseme???Â
how fucking dare you! how do you fix your mouth to say that the father who THREW ME OFF A MOUNTAIN loved me????? what the fuck is wrong with you????
so like, i knew right then that i did not like this character. and i donât even mean that in an ~i think she was poorly written~ kind of way. i think thats so dumb lmao i hate when people whine that a character was ~poorly written~ when really what they mean is that they just donât agree with/understand a characterâs choices.Â
but me??? im all too aware of the fact that the real world is filled with real people who behave dumbly and have shitty values, so thereâs no reason why fictional characters should be exempt from behaving dumbly and having shitty values!Â
and thats exactly what i think of this woman in this game!Â
your values are hopelessly fucked if you can bring yourself to believe that you can love a child and throw them off a mountain at the same time.Â
idiot! Â
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Dnd campaign info dump
To go about this rather quickly, glossing over some non important details. Our party, Varis the half elf Wizard, Kulga the half orc barbarian, Tiefling paladin (whos name im completely blanking on rn),Alynn, an aasimyr Fighter, and my Minotaur Fighter, Morgoth War-Caller, were sent on a boat to join an adventures guild on a newly discovered continent, Mundibyr, We adventure for a few weeks, level up a bit, I take rune knight, as I thought the idea of discovering old magical runes was thematically appropriate and cool. After some adventurers go missing up north, we find their bodies near an alter to the archfey Oberon, and (after whopping this warlocks shit) we go back an share our findings to the captain of the guard, Sora, a dragonborn paladin, the only person I liked on that stupid council, she could fight, had a good head on her shoulders, we were pretty tight. (she becomes sorta of important soon stay tuned). Attacks from wild creatures become more frequent to the town, and after some time, we find that the place we call Mundibyr, was actually a piece of the Feywild, specifically Oberons domain, and that a darkness is covering the south side. After an encounter with some talking animals, they slipped that Oberon had been kicked out by an alliance of 2 other Archfey and the Demon God of Undeath, Orcus. (Basically the Archfey power structre shifts and Orcus gets to devour that part of the feywild.) After learning this, all other settlers left Mundibyr, save us, and a new party member, Vats, the Goblin Rogue, who stayed to pick at all the stuff people left behind. Searching for more answers, we earn the trust of a Moon dragon named Lymrynth, who is attempting to revive Oberon and send the misplaced feywild back to its own realm. We offer our assistance to the dragon, as Orcus growing in strength was not something we were too interested in. (dispite having killed one of her agents, the warlock from earlier, none of us are really sure if she knew the truth or not.) Its at this point, our dm asked us for backstorys, as we were nearing the end of this arc, and he needed to prep our home continent (which hadnt been started yet).
Two more of Lymrynths agents go missing in the southern darkness, and we get them, bring them back, and on the way, discover a tree, miles high, dead and rotting, we make a note and move on, but were all pretty sure this is were Orcus is probably cooking something nasty up.
Returning the two agents and informing Lymrynth about the tree, we recived some magic items from the dragon and travled to banish Orcus from the material plane. One very long fight later, we banish Orcus and free Oberon, the land over the next month fading back to where it came. Morgoth takes the wand of Orcus, and its here where things get WILD. Were brought to the feywild by Oberon himself to thank us for our efforts and rewards us with two items per from his horde. I took, a +3 Shield, and the Spear of Heliod, other party members took some fun items, but the Paladin takes the deck of Many things, and has started each session since with "Anyone wanna draw a card?". When we first get the deck a few people drew 1 or 2 cards and gets themselves banished to the underworld, yknow the one where not even a wish can bring you back. And before I get into how many cards Morgoth drew, and what happend..
Morgoth Backstory time!!!
⢠The Warcaller clan, traces its roots to Oberons part of the feywild (This was actually an addition by my dm that made my runes feel even cooler bc, they were technically mine to begin with)
⢠After a hunt that left the clan weakened, Morgoth father, Valar, took upon himself 5 wives, who each bore him 5 children.
⢠Morgoths family, the weakest of the 5, were dispised by Valar, and after a heated argument between families. Valar had the 5 children and the mother, Hurin, put to death, save a 16 y/o Morgoth who fled the clan.
⢠Years later at age 22, he arrives in Mundibyr, and rediscovers his peoples lost arts.
Now, 5 has been a reoccuring number to Morgoth, and so I consider it his lucky number, Morgoth draws 5 cards.
I drew, the, You get a 4th level follower, You lose all of your magic items, One stat goes up by 2 up to 24, Your alignment swaps AND, You can reverse one event when you want. I immediately use the last one to bring my party memeber back, the fighter I receive is one of my brothers, which was so cool! I pump my STR to 22, and kinda kicked myself for loosing the magic items but whatever. My alignment however, DRASTICALLY changed Morgoths whole vibe, He was Chaotic neutral (imo favoring good) for the entire campaign, and has now been turned Lawful Neutral, (favoring evil now). After his exile, Morgoth pondered his existence, his conscience told him that wrong had been done, but his chaotic upbringing kept his hand steady, "Surely, the weak deserved to be punished, a man of Strength such as Valar cannot have his judgment be clouded", Morgoth thought all those years ago. With his internal change, brought about a sense of Justice and Order, calming and focusing the Minotaurs mind to a singular goal. Bring Valar War-Caller to justice. Snap back to the actual campaign, Oberon allows us to explore the feywild for the evening before we leave the next day. As we leaving his dwelling, Morgoth hatches a plan, if you dont know, when you attune to the wand of Orcus, you have to beat a dc 17 con save or you just insta die. Morgoths pretty beefy, and has a few rerolls available to him from his Runes. As expected Morgoth attunes to the wand of Orcus, the moment this happens, Oberon, still injured leaves his dwelling, and harshly scolds Morgoth for attempting to use it demanding he shun its power and hide it. When Morgoth obviously refuses, Oberon kicks the party from the Feywild. Nice going me :D.
With our business with the fey wrapped up after months of play, Varis teleports us to his former mentor, Servum's, Castle. A dragon attack on a small town happens, shortly after we vacate the empty, but magical and animated castle. We come to find, that humans are harvesting dragon essence to make immortality elixir, and other dragons are pretty pissed out it, having an etire town burned to the ground, Varis contacts his mentor for assistance, and is told to meet with Servum, at the college in the capital.
Varis teleports us there and talks to Servum for awhile, and through a summary of events, Varis informs Servum that a member of the War-Caller clan is with his party.
Servum tells Varis that the King has been having a problem with Warcaller raid partys, and that there is a bounty for any living Warcallers. The reason, The War-caller clan in recent years has grown so strong, the Capitol cant contest them, and that using aark magic, theyll sacrifice one of his progeny to kill Valar, and that if a War_Caller is in the city, the guard WILL be coming to arrest them.
My fucking jaw dropped.
The entire session was escaping the city. Guards every street, entire companys patrolling the city. Varis turned me invisible which helped significantly, and used his status as a former student of Servum to pull some strings with the gate watch (which there were 3 total gates, Minas Tirith style.
Approaching the party was a knight and friend riding on horseback, a squad of guards following them. After ducking into an alley to avoid the patrol, perception was rolled, and the Knight is question, was Sora, captain of the guard, brandishing new armor, new religious iconography, and new weapons. Knowing what we know, we believe the deck of many things has skewed Soras perception of Morgoth, though to be quite honest, she probably would dispise the new Morgoth. Both seem to have changed. After a very stressful session, we escape the city. Were headed for the port city Daksos, our paladin has a relative there, and the guard there is significantly less equipped.
We left off arriving at Daxsos.
Im so hype for tuesday..
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PSYCHO JULIE - HAPPY VALINTINES DAY - The Way You Move The Thoughts Of Me Stocking Me You Were Stocking Me .. CRAZY JASON - PSYCHO JAY - YOUR VALENTINES DAY - PRESENT FOR MANY YEARS .. CRAZY PSYCHO JULIE TOOK MY LIFE AWAY NOW GIVE IT BACK .. YOUR THE ONE THAT I LOVE .. FROM ME PSYCHO JAY .. NORTH AVONDALE THE BEGINNING OF LIFE.. YOUR LFE JORNEY .. INTO MYTHS AND LEGENDS .. AND MY HEART BREAK BEGINS WITH THE LIFE THAT WAS NEVER MINE .. THROUGH THE SANDS OF TIME .. I NOT THE BRIGHTEST MAN IN THE WORLD .. BUT I JASON BEN TRUJILLO TOOK A CHANCE .M HERE HOLD MY BEER .. AND I SAVED THE WORLD .. AND PRAY YOU WILL FORGIVE ME AND YOUR SELF .. BECAUSE I AM THE LEGEND YOU HELP CREATE .. THROUGH MEDIA, RECORDING ME - THROUGH MY EYES . WITH HELP OF OTHERS .. IF I SAVED TIME I UNDERSTAND WHY .. IF NOT YOU ARE GOING TO HELL . I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY .. YOU DID THIS WAY .. ITS NOT JUST ME YOU HURT ..YOU HURT MY KIDS MY SONS AND DAUGHTER AND MOM AND DAD .. And Family And Friends ..ALL OVER THE WORLD .. SORRY THIS HAPPENED ..
THEY ARE GOING TO GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK .. MY GIRL AND IM NOT ABOUT MONEY TO MUCH .. BUT ITS ALL A NEW START .. PEOPLE DO LOVE ME .. BUT THATS NOT WHAT IM WORRIED ABOUT YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE TO MY KIDS ...
THANK YOU ..
Jason Ben Trujillio
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Mine is Shenhe from Genshin Impact. Despite my problems with the game, Iâve never had a character quest just hit me in the gut so hard as with Shenheâs. A woman of legend who was believed to have willingly sacrificed herself to save her hometown to a demon who was terrorising the town to begin with, fought said demon in combat and freed the town from the demons wrath. Thus she became a powerful figure of legend and everyone who meets her believes her to be some kind of demigod. But sheâs really not. Sheâs actually the daughter of an exorcist, and was born with a spirit instead her, causing her to have uncontrollable bursts of power that caused her mother to die, then her father decides to give young Shenheâs up as a sacrifice to the demon in order to revive his wife. So Shenhe ends up being raised by a nature spirit bird and is trained to be a powerful warrior but is encouraged to go to Ponyville and make some friends. And she does and she fucking destroyed a sea monster that was about to wipe out the city cos her new friend was about to be killed.
I think Shenhe is such a wonderful character, Iâm a sucker for characters who have a lot of shit happen in their life but they donât let it get to them. She sacrifices so much without even realising it cos sheâs so used to being hard on herself and pushing herself to make others happy. I also love how fucking weird she is. She eats blades of grass and flowers and yet hates fine cuisine cos it never satisfies her. She struggles with basic communication and thinks carrying a 10 story tall boulder on her back is no big deal and is baffled when someone asks about her safety. People would come to her and praise her like sheâs some demigod when using her powers and sheâs like im just standing here bro. But despite her initial hesitation to get out there, once she actually has friends and a support system, she just flourishes. Like, girl just lost her family and her home, and as soon as she integrates back into society as an adult, she finds out not only does she have a step sister, but also a nephew she never knew existed. Also sheâs practically a walking legend in the eyes of Liyue and all she wants is to just fit in and have friends. Just⌠awww!!
Sheâs definitely not perfect. The fact that Genshin pushes everyone in the cast to be unwaveringly attached to the Traveller and this combined with Shenheâs devotion to the Traveller does come across as weird and creepy. But this has changed recently as sheâs got her own life now outside of the Traveller by living with her step sister Ganyu in Liyue and has a job as a waitress. So this has gotten better over time. I think Shenhe serves her role as side character really well, and I like her intergenerational friendships with not only the Traveller, but Ganyu and Yun Jin as well (since they are core parts of Shenheâs story). Just as long Hoyoverse doesnât make it weird. Which they probably will. Ya know what weebs are like. I know Iâll probably never get much screentime with her since Genshin is all about meeting new characters and just dumping them on the wayside until Hoyoverse decides to make an event around them a year later.
But yeah. Shenhe is far too good to be in a game like this. She didnât need a whole of development to be interesting but by god, the writers went emotional as fuck for her story like holy shit. Again I havenât played the game for a while so let me know if anythingâs changed. Even now, I still canât help but think about Shenhe and her quest because it was that emotional. In an ocean of so many characters that are just anime archetypes and cliches, Shenhe is truly unique in that sheâs allowed to be fucking weird. I even rewatch all the cutscenes from that quest on YouTube. She wasnât the ONLY character I liked from that game, shout outs to Yun Jin, Thoma, Ayaka, Collei, Beidou, Rosaria, Jean, Razor, Klee and Xinyan
Still, I love my crazy lovable crane lady and she deserves her own game without weebs writing her. Even her weird ass outfit doesnât bother me that much.
Letâs get a topic going: have you ever had a character from a bad show/video game/movie/book etc. that was SO GOOD it did not deserve to be there and you wish you could put them in a much better story?
Share some of your faves
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Sunlight
Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader
Words: ~1.2k
Warnings: age gap, slow burn romance, I think 18+ in later chapters but for now itâs just storytelling, somewhat dark, mentions/implied death, blood
A/N: hi, this is my next writing fic, I have finally written about 3 chapters and the only inspiration im getting is from Hozier songs like cherry wine, as it was, and also sunlight. I have written some more chapters on my other fic but I feel it needs to be reworked also hopefully you read this and like it. *if you wanna be added to/removed from my taglist ask me and Iâll add/remove you with no worries at all*
He walked down the stairway on unsteady stones, the only source of light coming from the candle in the chamber stick he held. Walking down the path in the deepest part of the kingdom, finally reaching the bottom was greeted by a cell at the end of the dark hall within it a creature he came to greet.
All there was is all four walls coming together deep down within the earth, leaks coming from above smelling of soil and rain as the storm finished before he decided to come down to the creature's cell.
Slowly, padding toward its cell door to see the visitor who wished to talk to them. As the candle came closer so did its features become shown. Eyes as dark and big as the star-encased sky, make you believe that they couldnât see a thing but could see all at the same time. Hands similar to a human's with the exception of their sharp black nails, and black encasing the tips of each finger. Teeth sharp and a few longer than others. Hair mangled as itâs been unkempt, cheeks sunken, and clothes barely hanging on to its body looking on the brink of death but being in its cell for over two centuries. No one visits as everyone says âitâs an accursed thingâ, whenever they have to explain to their children why to never go down into the basement.
But, him. He chooses to ignore what his father says to see what it looked like one late night several years ago. Ever since he visits whenever thereâs a full moon for a couple of days to see such a wondrous creature. As it's not as accursed as his father makes them out to be.
Tonight shouldâve been like every other night, with the difference of him smiling, and reaching out his hand to me but with blood slowly drying on his hand, shirt, and pants. It was a sight to behold as he spoke, âIâve come to finally free you, beloved,â with blood splattered across his face. His eyes showed me love but his outward appearance showed me something darker.
âWhat did you do?â was all I could slowly choke out, as my mouth and throat were parched.
âIâm sorry where are my manners,â speaking to me once again, taking his hand that was reached out and moving back.
âSaving you from this lonely hell my family has given you,â he began again as he steadied his sword ready to swing at the lock and chains holding my cell together, âyou deserve so much more than this. So, I took my rightful place from your current captors so I can finally free you.â
Charging up his sword with a very clear and strong spell as his sword flew a bright red and then he swung. Swiftly breaking what once was my lock, now shards on the ground. Quickly opening the door, stepping over the shards, and bringing himself to one knee.
âMay I finally greet you properly as mine? And do not worry I will carry you so as to not hurt you anymore from this point on,â he told me as he looked up at me.
Slowly giving my hand out to him and beginning to speak I reply, âyou may, but be gentle with me, please. What is your name?â
âChristopher Evans, but just for you you can call me Chris my beloved,â I was told as he kissed the back of my hand, âand yours?â
â(Y/f/n), (Y/f/n) (y/l/n) is my name, itâs been so long since anyoneâs asked me for my name,â it was like a shout but only fell upon his ears, if others would were here no one hear as it wouldnât echo throughout and before I knew it I was whisked up into his arms, spun around, and held as gentle but tight as he could hold me without taking my breath away.
Now bound to him as if I made a contract, now without a word or a doubt. Then starting the slow ascension to the outside from this underground purgatory.
ââââââââââââââââââââââ
Before we knew it, there we were at the door. He set me down and gave me a look as if I should be the one to open the door to my freedom. Opening that door made me feel the heaviness that I had been carrying lifted off my shoulders.
All I could see before was the darkness, feeling the bricks as I scraped another line down the brick indicating a day. From what I could tell, all I ever did was count, recount my happiest memories, my worst moments, and whatever I could entertain myself with. Well until Chris, then I was counting the days, minutes, and hours until he returned. Now I never need to do that again.
As I stood at the doorway, holding my hand within my own slowly walking out. I could see within these elegant walls, and took a turn to my left another door. With windows showcasing the sunlight through the windows and its curtains flowing through slowly. Walking towards it, I took a look back at Chris and he nodded. Turning back to the door I opened it and took in the open garden in what could be the middle of the whole castle.
I took in the sun as it began to rise, its sunlight swimming with the clouds bringing out colors I hadnât seen in so long made me tear up. Feeling the sun as it rose and shone on my skin after so long felt bittersweet in a way.
Just as I began walking into the garden, a maid took a turn before taking in my form startled by what she was witnessing. As she was thinking about running to get one of the guards, sees Chris walk from behind me and realizes what happened.
She took in his form from the now-dried blood, and you could see the multiple things she questioned and the conclusions she was coming up with.
âIf you are going to tell a guard or anyone else about my beloved, do tell them that I let her out and I plan to take her as my queen,â he thundered to her. Feeling chills run up my spine as he then took in my form.
âIâm gonna need to get you new clothes, and get food in you as youâre just so small,â Chris insisted to me as he turned me toward him, taking my hands into his.
âThen Iâm gonna need to find out how such a small thing as yourself is so dangerous,â he chuckled to himself. Picking me up once more, he began walking into the castle and up the staircase to the third floor. Walking on towards the end of the hallway.
Opening the door to a room half as big as the garden downstairs.
âThis is where youâll be staying, and donât worry Iâll notify everyone that you are so you wonât have any problems, my love,â he assured me, bending down to one knee. âNow I wonât be gone long but until then I'll have one of my best guardsâ outside until I am. And Iâll send in a maid to help you out as well.â
All I could do was nod until he left me in this room to my own devices.
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Deep End  -  Three
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader
Summary: Heâs back. After all your best efforts at getting away, heâs found you again. And this time, heâs not letting you go so easily. Heâs determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.
Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Manipulation, Anxiety
Word Count: 2.6K
A/n: Part three nowwww. I hope you guys enjoy!!! Iâm not sure how often Iâll be posting but I hope itâs more frequently than im doing now. Anywho, here you go, and I hope you all have a great night!
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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
~*~
The record player in the corner of the spare bedroom plays softly, the soothing voice of Billie Holiday filling your ears as your eyes skim over the room, lips pursed.
Although it isnât ideal, having a project does make the time go by faster.
Just as youâre deciding where you want the crib to go, soft feet pad into the room, Sarahâs arms coming up to your leg.
âMommy, why are you in here?â You glance down at her, one hand coming to ruffle her hair.
âNothing, sweetheart.â She frowns, looking up at you. âThen why are you in here?â
You raise your eyebrows, a smile growing on your face at her sass.
âYou ask a lot of questions, donât you, missy?â She nods, putting her hands on her hips proudly.
âYes, I do.â You roll your eyes, grabbing her hand and ushering her out of the room and down the stairs.
âCâmon. Letâs get you a snack.â Her mind is instantly occupied by what she wants to eat and as youâre rummaging around in the pantry, sheâs climbing up onto the barstool.
âYour father should be home in a few hours, then maybe you can convince him to order pizza, just until we go grocery shopping.â You look at the nearly empty pantry with your lips pursed, grabbing some crackers and shaking them onto a plate for you and her to share.
âWhy did we move out here with daddy?â She asks, making you freeze for a moment. You flounder for an answer but she shoots out another question, saving you from coming up with an excuse.
âWhy didnât you tell me that daddy was coming to pick us up?â That one youâve thought about.
âI donât know, honey. I guess it just never came up. And I didnât know if or when he would come home from work.â She nods, taking a cracker and chewing it thoughtfully, swallowing before asking another question.
âWhy do you look sad whenever daddyâs around?â That one catches you off guard even more than the first one did, and you cough twice, trying to gather your thoughts.
âI-Iâm not sad, baby. Iâm just trying to get used to living with him again, thatâs all.â She hums, seemingly pleased with the answer.
A few minutes of silent eating go by before you find yourself wanting to ask her something.
âSarah,â you begin, waiting until she looks up at you to continue.
When her sparkling blue eyes meet yours, you lower your voice slightly.
âDo you like living here with your dad?â Her face lights up and you have your answer before she speaks.
âI do! I really like living here and Morganâs my best friend and Iâm happy to have daddy back! And I like that we get to see Aunty Nat more and I like Uncle Bucky too!â You nod slowly, pursing your lips.
âSo do you want to stay here, then?â She nods eagerly, a smile on her face.
âI really do! I love it here! Iâm so happy daddy came to pick us up!â You let out a shaky breath and nod, your one chance at leaving being crushed.
Steve treats his daughter right and sheâs happy here. You canât very well take away her happiness and replace it with longing and instability. Not when sheâs been your pillar during those four years away from Him.
She deserves some semblance of peace. And youâre willing to sacrifice yours if it means that she can get hers.
~*~
âDaddy!â Sarah runs to the front door and intercepts her father as soon as she can see him, jumping up into his arms excitedly.
âHi, baby!â He hugs her tightly, transferring her to one arm effortlessly and walking into the house.
âHow was your day at school?â He asks, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
âIt was good! Can we get pizza for dinner?â He raises his brows, eyes fluttering around the house in search of you.
âWell, weâre gonna have to ask your mom about that, okay?â She nods, shimmying out of his grip and up the stairs.
He sets his work bag down on the counter, following the little blond girl up the stairs and smiling when he sees you in the spare bedroom, a look of concentration on your face and a pretty blue dress on your figure.
âHi, honey,â he whispers, his arms wrapping around your frame.
âHi,â you murmur, trying to remember the measurements of the dresser as you inspect the bedroom.
âPizza!â Sarah exclaims, tugging on the bottom of your dress.
âOh yeah.â You turn around to face Steve, eyes meeting his for a brief moment before falling to his shoulder.
âCould we order pizza tonight? W-we donât have much for groceries but I can make a list and we could pick some up tomorrow morning? I just- itâs Friday and b-before...â you take a deep breath, fighting tears as memories of life before start to fill your mind.
âHey, Sarah? Could you do me a favour please, princess?â Steve glances down at his daughter, sensing that this may be a conversation best had in privacy.
âYes, daddy?â
âCould you go downstairs and see if there are any snacks that we have that you want? Or any that you want us to buy for you?â She nods eagerly, running out of the room and down the stairs, leaving you alone with her father.
You take another deep breath then explain yourself in depth.
âFridayâs used to be pizza night for her and me. Weâd order pizza and watch a movie. Nat or... or my dad would come over too but... we havenât had a pizza night since coming here and I think it would bring her more comfort and more normality.â He eyes you for a moment.
âIt would bring her that or you that?â You swallow hard, eyes cast down to the floor.
âEither answer is valid, darling. I want you to be happy here and if we need to make pizza Fridayâs a thing, then weâll make them a thing. I just want the two of you to be happy and healthy, okay?â You sniffle then nod, your bottom lip wobbling as anxiety courses through your veins.
âHey, talk to me. Whatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours?â You squeeze your eyes shut as a tear slides down your cheek.
âI-Iâm scared,â you whisper, terrified to confess this but knowing he wonât do anything with Sarah so close by.
âOf what?â He asks gently, trying to coax it out of you.
âOf you.â His fingers stop their tracing on your waist and he stiffens.
âI-I donât want you to hurt me. And I know I canât leave. I canât run b-because I tried once and you found me. And Sarah loves it here and I donât want to deprive her of that, of you, but Iâm so terrified of you.â Heâs quiet for a long moment before wrapping you up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
âThank you for telling me,â he whispers. Heâs not angry like you thought heâd be. No, heâs supportive and gentle, and you feel more tears fall from your eyes.
âIâm not going to hurt you, okay? Not like I did before. I love you, (Y/n). And I need you. Sarah needs you. Iâd never...â He trails off, swallowing hard and shaking his head.
âYouâre mine. I want you to do things a certain way, yes, but Iâm not going to hurt you the way that I did before, okay? As long as you stay here and you behave. You've done pretty well so far, but I know itâs gonna take time. I just hope that when the baby comes you don't go back to your old ways.â His hand finds your tummy, rubbing gently.
âIâm all alone during the day, Steve. I donât have any friends o-or any family. Youâve got me locked in this big house all day and I canât even access the cutlery. Itâs hard not to feel like a prisoner when you treat me like one.â Anger flashes across his features for a moment and you tug away from him.
âJust like itâs gonna take you some time to trust me again, itâs gonna take me time to trust you. Youâve hurt me before, (Y/n). A lot. I told you that I wonât treat you the way I did at first and I mean that, but if you even try to take my daughter from me, Iâll stop you. Iâll use whatever force necessary.â You swallow hard and nod, your fingers trembling.
âNow, you go make a list with Sarah while I shower. When Iâm finished weâll order pizza and watch a movie, okay?â You nod again, this one more reluctant.
You go to move past him but his hand grips your wrist, halting you.
âI love you, (Y/n). And Iâll do anything to keep you in my life. But you know that already, donât you?â You glance over at him, the fire in his eyes making your heart race in your chest.
âMommy! Is applesauce in the fridge?â Sarahâs voice saves you from having to answer, and you hurry down the stairs.
Steve stands in the spare bedroom, thoughts filling his mind, a deep voice whispering that you need to be punished.
He shakes the thought from his mind and walks to his bedroom, ready to take a shower then relax with his family.
~*~
Beauty and the Beast plays softly on the TV, two almost empty pizza boxes are on the coffee table and the three of you are on the couch.
Youâre curled up against his side, if only to be able to watch as your daughter sleeps peacefully in his lap, her mouth open and soft snores falling from her lips.
Youâre not sure what comes over you, whether it be fear from your conversation earlier or you wanting to get on his good side, but you speak.
âShe says she loves being here, living with you and going to school with Morgan,â you whisper, your eyes trained on your daughter as Steve looks over at you.
âShe uh, she wants to stay, more than anything in the world. And even if I had the option, I donât think Iâd take her from here. I... I couldnât do something like that to her.â Your eyes slowly meet Steveâs and he smiles softly, understanding the meaning behind your words.
You wouldnât leave him even if you could.
âIâm glad. I love having you both here. Everythingâs been so much better since you guys have been back in my life.â You take a deep breath then turn back to the tv, leaning your head against his shoulder slowly.
His arm winds around your figure, hugging you closer to him with a smile.
âItâs all going to be okay, honey. I promise. Everything will be okay.â
~*~
The weeks pass in a blur of dresses, cooking, and reading.
Every day is so much the same that itâs become painful. Youâd kill for a new book, a job, fuck, even a better project than the one you have now.
âWell why donât you order the furniture?â Steve asks when you bring it up to him one Sunday morning.
âI... I don't wanna order anything until we know for sure that Iâm pregnant.â
He knows that if you arenât pregnant already, you will be within a few days. The fertility pills heâs been giving you shouldâve already taken effect, but if not heâs more than willing to keep trying for a baby.
âAnd I donât wanna pick out colours or anything yet, and if we get the furniture now weâre just gonna have to move it when we paint the room, so it seems like the least logical thing to do,â you explain, fingers twisting around your mug of tea.
âI think itâs prime time to start planting. You could start a little garden out back? Give you something to take care of and whatnot,â he suggests, watching as you purse your lips.
It would be nice to have fresh vegetables and flowers. And getting dirtyâs never really bothered you.
âAlright. But I donât know what grows well out here. Back... where we were before, we could grow lots of things. I donât know what flourishes out here.â He walks around the kitchen island and takes your hand, leading you to the couch.
âWeâll look it up, and then Iâll grab some seed and you can start the garden tomorrow. Howâs that sound?â You nod, sitting down beside him.
âCould you maybe pick up some books on gardening too? Iâm not the best and I want this to turn out well.â He smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
âOf course, anything for you, honey.â
True to his word, Steve provides you with seeds, gardening supplies, and multiple books on gardening.
You start your garden the very next day, spending hours outside in the sun, trying to get your little garden to look like the ones in the pictures.
It takes all week to get it going properly, but youâre proud of your work, bringing Sarah out after school on friday and showing her all the different plants that will grow.
Now youâre sitting at the dining room table, soft music playing while your fingers fidget anxiously and your mind flutters to your daughter.
âSheâs alright, darling. Tony and Pepper will take good care of her, I promise. And they know to call at the first sign of trouble.â You take a deep breath and nod, pushing the food on your plate around with your fork as anxiety courses through you.
Itâs your baby girlâs first sleepover.
âI just... Iâve never really been away from her. Every night we read a bedtime story and she gives me a hug and two kisses goodnight. What if she has a nightmare, Steve? W-what if she wakes up and sheâs scared because she doesnât know where she is o-or where we are? What if-â
âHoney,â he cuts you off, a gentle smile on his face.
âItâs going to be okay, I promise. This is just as good for you as it is for her. Youâve got separation anxiety. But itâs all gonna be okay, I promise.â You take a couple more deep breaths, fighting tears.
You miss your daughter.
âStand up,â Steve orders.
Your eyes flash up to him, nervous for a completely new reason now as you slowly rise to your feet.
He walks around the table, eyes unreadable until he stands in front of you.
The record player whispers Paul Anka, and for a moment thatâs all you can hear is the sound of his voice singing out softly.
Steve takes one of your hands gently in his, the other hand finding your waist and tugging you softly against his body.
âDance with me,â he murmurs. Itâs not a command like you thought it would be, no. Itâs a request.
A hardly whispered plea for you to dance with him, and you donât have it in you to deny him.
Youâre tense as you nod your agreement, shoulders tight and back stiff as he slowly starts to sway the two of you to the music.
His hand is so gentle on the small of your back, holding you so tenderly that you canât help but relax in his hold, your tense muscles loosening up.
You slowly lean your head against his chest, closing your eyes and basking in the comfort of being held so softly by him.
He lets out a small breath of relief, a smile tugging at his lips as he hugs you even closer to his body, lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before his chin rests atop it, his own eyes fluttering closed.
He leads the dance, and for a beautifully perfect moment, you feel comfortable and at home in his arms.
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i wanna ruin our friendship. â childe
im sorry for using jenny song lyrics but its been living in my head rent free đŠ diversity win? anyways
the second of the raffle requests!! this one is for @pazii !! i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope u like it!! <3 also i call childe by his real name here cause idk how to explain his uhhhhh soundcloud rapper nicknames or whatever in a modern au so. does peace sign in front of mirror
pairing: childe x gn!reader
content warnings: spoilers for childe's real name
Of all the ways Ajax expected his summer break to go, getting random texts from you was honestly a rather common occurrenceâhe'd have found it weirder to not hear from you, honestly, no matter the time of day.
What made this stranger than the normal "hey ugly where are u" messages he'd often get was the sheer absurdity of what you were asking: with no pretense whatsoever, he had been woken up at some ungodly time of the night to see a text from you that simply read, "can you pretend to be my boyfriend for a thing".
He simply rubbed at his eyes and went back to sleep.
The next day you barged into his apartment and made yourself at home on his couch, your feet up on the armrest as you explained yourself. "My cousin's getting married," you said, "and he and I made a bet a few years ago that I wouldn't be able to get a boyfriend by college."
Ajax raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee as he said, "And what does that have to do with me?"
"I hate losing."
He raised another eyebrow at your determined expressionâand he'd deal with any and all jabs you'd make about how dumb he probably looked right nowâbut agreed, taking another swig of coffee as he did. He watched as you grinned, clapping your hands together in a way that made him suspect that he was definitely the first person you asked.
"Great! That's good!" You started digging through your pockets for your phone and continued to explain. He caught the date and also something about, "needing to act the part"âand he nearly dropped his mug as you dragged him forward by the collar with some starstruck look in your eyes.
"Let's go gift shopping, dearest boyfriend of mine!" you teased. "What better way to get into that mindset, you know?"
You stifled another laugh as he shoved his hand in your face and pushed you away.
And a few hours later, Ajax found himself strolling with you through one of the many malls near campus. At some point during the trip he had joked about wearing matching outfits, and it seemed you were so into the idea that he was at your mercy as you dragged him in and out of clothing stores. More than once had you shoved him back into the fitting room for coming out in what you called, "an insult to anyone with a decent sense of fashion."
"Oh? And would you prefer to dress me instead, sweetheart?"
"Just change back, Ajax!"
He laughed as you kicked at his shin to force him back inside.
By the end of the day, his and your arms alike were sore from the weight of the bags you'd been carrying around ("Hey! It's not my turn yet, take them back!"), but Ajax couldn't quite find it in himself to tease you for the dopey smile on your face as he walked you back home.
"If I'm going to be your pretend boyfriend, I need to go the whole nine yards," he had said.
You stopped walking in front of your door, peering into shopping bags and handing him the ones with his things in them. Ajax was about to bid you a simple goodnight right when you pulled him in for a hug, lingering for a few seconds longer with your hands wound tight against his waist.
"Thanks for agreeing," you said, and he could hear the beginnings of a laugh start to bubble up your throat, "even if it's kind of a dumb thing to ask."
You let him go before he could respond, making a show of blowing him a kiss as you closed the door.
Ajax' chest felt warm as he walked home that night.
"So, how thick do I need to lay it on them?"
He heard you let out a little snort from the passenger seat, hearing the rustling of your clothes as you inspected the wrapped gift in your hands for any dents. "Just don't go getting on one knee or anything," you said. "But don't worry, they'll love you...I think."
Ajax drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "You think," he repeated.
You snorted again, and through the corner of his vision, he caught the way you were smiling at him.
The rest of the trip was silent save for the occasional snide comment and the low droning of the radio, and the wedding ceremony itself was rather quick in and of itselfâthe parts that felt the longest were the ones that involved talking to your family.
But you stuck by his side after the ceremony and into the receptionâin true best friend fashion, he jokedâand instead of leaving him to the wolves, whatever fabricated stories dates you two went on (which were mostly just joyrides where Ajax dragged you to come with) left even your skeptical cousin looking convinced.
And then you were dragged away to dance with one of your younger cousins, and Ajax was left to the wolves.
Your cousin walked up to him and nudged his shoulder, jerking his chin in your direction. You had to bend down a fair bit to "dance" properly with the cousin who had dragged you off, and they were standing on your feet to boot, but you still looked rather happy in spite of that.
"Thanks for dealing with them," your cousin said, snapping Ajax out of his daze.
"If anything, I think you should thank [Name] for dealing with me."
With a laugh, your cousin clapped him on the shoulder before going off to mingle with the rest of your family, and Ajax found his gaze drawn back to you.
Somehow, he wished that the night would go by slower.
A few hours later, you stood by his side in the parking lot, rolling the few knots out of your neck as you waved goodbye to your relatives that passed by. "Ahh, I can't wait to get out of these shoes," you said.
Ajax glanced at you as he dug through his pockets for his keys. "Don't go stinking up my car, dearest partner of mine," he replied.
You laughed as you slipped into the passenger seat.
He hadn't bothered to turn on the radio, or the GPS for that matter, and you made an odd noise from the back of your throat once you realised his little detour. You turned to him with an eyebrow raised, and he looked at you as much as he could without taking his eyes off the road.
"Don't look at me like that," he teased. "Let me do this one last thing as your pretend boyfriend."
"Where are we even going?!"
He laughed, opening the windows and sputtering as a stray leaf hit you square in the face.
"We'll see when we get there."
You seemed about to curse at him again, before you settled with a fond sigh. "Well then, pretend boyfriend, you better make it count, hm?"
He didn't say anything in reply, only watching you out of the corner of his eye and watching the way the moonlight shone on your hair.
Maybe next time, he wouldn't have to play pretend.
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Iâm Right Here
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Mentions of a car accident (minor), Injuries
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
Summary: There is nothing scarier than those moments when every breath you take is shallow; when your heart is racing and your body is drenched in cold sweat. When you are rushing to the aid of a hurt loved one, knowing you can never be fast enough because your mind and fear are at least a mile ahead of you. Corpse has to experience these exact moments after a frightening call that informs him of his girlfriendâs car accident.
Requested by @sugiliteshadow . Hi! Thank you so much for you request, darling. Sorry to be posting it so late and I canât thank you enough for your patience. I hope the fic itself makes up for the wait. Please enjoy! Stay safe! Love, Vy â¤
Itâs been about an hour since I got off the phone with Y/N and my concern is through the roof. She called me from the parking lot of the office building where she works at, telling me sheâs be home in less than half an hour and asking if I needed her to pick up anything along the way. I have been trying to brush away the worries, comforting myself with the fact that I did request a specific type of iced tea and knowing Y/N, sheâs probably looking for it in multiple stores because she couldnât find it in the convenience store thatâs along her way back home. I shouldâve told her not to sweat it considering I donât need it right away or anything. I have tried distracting myself with editing just to hinder myself from picking up my phone and debating weather to call her or not. I may be worried but I donât wanna put her life in danger by calling her while sheâs driving.
I keep my hands on my keyboard and mouse, my phone halfway across the room just in case. Another thirty minutes pass by with no sound of the door being unlocked or even a car pulling up. My fingers are beginning to drum over the buttons on my keyboard anxiously. I have had to go back and redo so many things with the video Iâm editing because my mind simply isnât present. Itâs wandering around the city, looking for that one familiar car thatâs always outside our house, parked in the driveway. Thatâs currently being driven by my girlfriend of two years Y/N.
My phoneâs ringtone snaps me out of the downwards spiral of my thoughts, simultaneously picking up the speed of my heartbeat. I basically launch myself out of my chair and towards the bed where the ringing is coming from. I feel a wave of relief rush over me when I see Y/Nâs name on the lit screen.
âHey babe, where have you been?â I ask as soon as I answer the call. It feels like my whole body shuts down when I finally pick up on the sound of blaring sirens in the background.
âSir, Iâm sorry to inform you Miss Y/L/N has been in an accident.â The words the female voice on the phone says cut through me like a knife, sending chills of paralyzing fear all over my body, âYou were the last person she contacted before the accident which is why weâve stepped in contact with you. However, if you are not able to come collect Miss Y/L/N, please contact a family member of hers.â
The calmness of her tone is freaking me out of my skin and mind, âIs she ok?! Where is she?!â
âSheâs alright, sir. Sheâs not completely conscious yet, though. But she will be by the time you arrive. Her injuries are not in any way life-threatening. She has a few cuts and bruises and a concussion. A medical team has already taken care of her.â
Before I know it, Iâm already out the door, the location the policewoman gave me in my head as I get behind the wheel of my car which I rarely use. Thankfully, the road the accident happened on is less than fifteen minutes away. Due to the late hour there is close to no traffic on the roads so I make it to the scene in no time. Y/Nâs car is surrounded by two cop cars and two ambulances. I barely even notice the black Honda Civic that is almost equally as beat up as Y/Nâs Toyota. Speaking of the Toyota, its front bumper is completely obliterated - the headlights, blinkers and windshield in pieces and shards on the pavement.Â
In the first ambulance thereâs a guy passed out on a gurney with an ivy rip connected to his arm. In the one next to it is Y/N, sitting hunched over with her head hanging low, her hair falling over her face.Â
âY/N?â I rush over to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder but withdrawing my arm in case she has a bruise in that spot.
She lifts her head, a look of relief and happiness flashing across her face. She lets out a sigh, a small smile appearing on her lips as her eyes fill with tears. âCorpse...â her hand reaches out for mine which is still hanging in the air. I give her my other hand and she uses me as support to slowly stand up. She lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as a quiet sob leaves her chest. âI was so scared when I woke up. I couldnât remember anything.â
âItâs ok, youâre ok now. Iâm here, Iâm right here.â I gently smooth her hair while carefully holding her in my embrace. She has a few purple bruises along her arms and cuts on her cheek and neck which are covered in white bandages with small dark red stains. The most major thing I can see is the cut on her left temple which is also covered up. I press a tender kiss to the right one. âAre you in any pain?â I pull away to get a better look at her.
Thankfully she shakes her head, âNo, Iâm ok. My elbow hurts a little but thatâs it.â
I nod, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. Just as Iâm about to ask her what exactly happened one one of the police officers approaches us.
âA drunk driver. He ran the red light and crashed straight into her car.â The officer says, judging by her voice itâs the same woman that called me. âYou donât remember that, do you?â
Y/N turns to her, âI just remember hearing a loud crash and then darkness. I didnât know what had happened until you told me when I woke up.â
The policewoman gives us a sincere smile, lightly touching Y/Nâs shoulder âItâs ok, sweetheart. You are alright, thatâs what matters. And you have someone here by your side.â
Y/Nâs eyes meet mine when she gives me the most loving glance, the one that I often catch in her eyes - the one that always melts me. âHe always is.â she says, running her fingers down my arm, interlocking hers with mine when they reach my hand.
The policewoman tells us good night and walks over to the other ambulance. We stick around to see the cars get taken away and Y/N gives her info so they can contact her when the car is repaired. I know how much she loves that car - itâs the first and only car she has ever owned. She has had it for about seven years and calls it her child basically. I never thought Iâd be jealous of a car in my life - just kidding. But my point has been made - sheâs never been apart from it or driven another car.
Wrapping my arm around her while she watches her car being taken away, I turn her around, leading her towards my car. âLetâs get you home. Youâll be 100% under my care and no complaints will be accepted.â
She rolls her eyes playfully, snuggling up into my side, âDonât make a big deal about this please. And, for the love of God, donât baby me too much, ok?â
I grin down at her, âWhat was that, I didnât quite catch it?â
âCorpseeee...â She pouts, a frown on her face, making her look so childish itâs absolutely adorable.
âSave the whining, it ainât gonna work.â I open the door to the passenger seat, stepping aside so she can get in the my car.
Surprisingly enough, she actually doesnât complain the rest of the way home nor when we arrive. Nor when I instruct her to stay in bed and not move unless itâs absolutely necessary. I basically bring all the snacks from the kitchen into our room while she compiles a list of movies we will be watching because no sleep will be had tonight. âI love you.â Y/N says through a sigh halfway through the second movie.
âI love you too. But donât fall asleep.â I tickle her side, causing her to giggle and squirm in an attempt to get away from me.
âOk, ok, but youâre gonna have to help me. If I blink, Iâll be a goner.â She yawns, shuffling back towards me. When she flashes me that hinting wide smile, I know exactly what sheâs insinuating.
I sigh, giving in with ease. âWhen you were here before...â
âCouldnât look you in the eye...â she backs me up just as I knew she would
âYouâre just like an angel...â
âYour skin makes me cry...â
Needless to say, we end up duetting random songs - rap songs, heavy metal, pop songs, some of my songs, some Christmas songs, Disney songs - making it one of the best movie marathons weâve ever had, the unfortunate events of the day far behind us and completely gone from our minds.
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In honor of Cyberpunk 2077â˛s anniversary, hereâs a tiny bit thatâs been sitting in my docs for almost a year.Â
A previous V/River story can be found on tumblr HERE or the series is on AO3 HERE <3
Old Friends
âI killed a man yesterday.â
River lowered the beer he was drinking and looked across the plastic picnic table at V. She was staring down the road, watching the dry dirt dance in the wind. The setting sun painted her orange and made the metal embedded in her face glitter. He waited for her to say something else, instead, she raised a bottle of tequila to her lips and took a long sip.
She didnât turn to look at him, only kept her eyes towards the water tower at the end of the block. âOn the radio Stanley said there were twenty-seven murders yesterday. A big chunk of them came from Heywood. Only one of them was mine. Iâm sure the NCPD simply wrote it off as another gang related death. I guess theyâd be right in a way.
âPadre asked me to zero him. Some old head that killed his friends back in his Valentino days. The guy fled to the east and was hiding since, but the gonk came back, he mustâve thought it was safe. The job was simple. Get in, flatline âim, get out. It all happened quietly, no one even knew I was there. Padre sent the scratch for the gig and that was it. Easy. I didnât think much about killing him, it was just another job.â
She turned and looked at him then, her eyes alert and sober despite the half empty bottle of tequila. âI need you to know this is who I am.â
An AV flew by above them, filling the silence with the hum of its turbofans. River tried to understand where this was going. He knew she was a mercenary, it was how they met. And when he needed help the most, when he needed to save his nephew Randy, her skills immediately came to mind. River was able to save him because of her and what she was capable of.
That was a few weeks ago. Since then theyâd spent time together, sharing laughs and playfully flirting. âI know who you are, V. I know what you do.â
She shook her head. âBut do you understand? I watched you all day today. I saw how you are with Joss and the kids. How you carried those groceries for your neighbor. And then thereâs the way you handled Peter Pan. Youâre kind and honest and incorruptible and a fucking cop.â
âEx-cop,â he corrected.
She scoffed. âEverything else still stands. All of that isnât me. I steal for eddies. I cheat and intimidate. I am the reason there got to be twenty-seven murders yesterday.â Feeling the start of a headache she briefly closed her eyes. Recently, there were more headaches than not. She absently ran a finger over the port behind her ear that held the relic. Johnny was awfully quiet today.
âI rescued a ripperdoc once,â feeling too confined in her seat she stood up and paced. âI needed to end a few scavs to get to her. She had asked me if I felt anything when I killed. I never got to answer her but I wouldâve said I didnât. Is that the kind of person you want to be with? Before this gets serious, before one of us gets hurt, are you okay with that?â
If someone asked him that a few years ago he would have said no. Ever since he was young he built protection around himself from criminals and the morally corrupt. He needed to be strong and just, not only for his own sanity but also for the victims of the hell that is Night City. There was no way he wouldâve allowed a criminal into his heart. He couldnât let that darkness in.
But he couldnât stay hardened forever. Life wore him downâone dead partner, another behind a political cover up, his falling out with Joss, the twisted kidnapping of family. He was forced to see things differently. He would still never compromise his beliefs but he was beginning to understand not everything was black or white, good or evil.
Yes, V was a criminal. She lived in a world of lawlessness. Still, she had loyalty and conviction. Sheâd kill if it meant saving others. Sheâd steal from the wealthy and the corrupt. She was a good person, he could tell, but she was also a byproduct of the streets.
V was still pacing. She was growing more anxious with each passing moment. What the fuck was she doing? Could she even handle him saying no? For the first time since Konpeki Plaza she was happy. River brought a brightness into her life she thought sheâd never feel again, not with whatever time she had left.
She was still unsure how to handle him being an officer. It was odd. She spent her life dodging badges, now she wanted to be with one? She would probably never get used to that idea, Johnny definitely wouldnât, but it is a part of who he is and she cared for him in spite of it.
A street lamp flickered on above them, the orange glow of the day all faded into the blue of night. âLike I said,â River rose from his chair and stepped to her. âI know who you are. Iâm okay with that.â
He could see her anxiety lifting as she shakily exhaled. Her signature frown softened as she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in, his broad shoulders enveloping her. She felt safe in his arms.
And so it starts. For the first time since coming to the trailer park Johnny spoke. Jesus Christ, V.
River grabbed Vâs chin and lifted her face. He circled her lips with his thumb, the feeling of his cybernetic prosthetic unfamiliar and arousing to her. She wanted to kiss him. For days now she wanted to kiss him but was too afraid of hurting him. She still hadnât told him about Johnny. She hadnât explained she was dying. There were already too many people she was going to hurt if she didnât find a miracle. Could she bear to add River and his family to that list?
Consumed with desire she pushed her fear away and brought her lips to his. He passionately kissed back, bringing his hand to the back of her neck to pull her even closer. V melted into him, gripping his tank top for purchase as their kiss continued.
She hadnât realized just how desperately she wanted him. The longer they embraced, the more she needed. She would have stayed there surrounded by the desert and dry heat and Riverâs arms for as long as time would have allowed but there came a shriek from behind her.
âEwww!â A tiny voice yelped. âUncle River and V are kissing!â
Lust still woven into their breaths the couple pulled apart, interrupted by a small child. V glanced back just in time to see Dorian disappear from behind the curtains. She looked back to River who began to laugh. âWhat a little punk.â
Riverâs happiness was infectious. V felt a lightness in her chest and before she knew it she was laughing too. âRiver, I like being around you.â She took her hand into his needing to feel his touch. âLetâs give this a try?â
He gave her hand an affectionate squeeze. âLetâs give this a try.â
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evil mane six you say... im listeningđ
e! yeah this is like from a nearly 6+ year old AU of mine from when i originally into mlp and stuffÂ
lil cringe but i really wantd to update it because i liked some design/story concept from it
some of the basic world building for this AU was that the Crystal Empire never disappeared and went on to basically be the cantorlot of this universe, and ponies relied on a crystal based technology system and magic became less of a focus as crystal magic was something everyone could use.
Sombra is a good king of the empire, with a large happy family. Dear friends to the wizards of cantorlot, Celestia and Luna. Sombra also made of the elements of harmony in my AU but this is about these bad bitches
twilight in my AU was a unicorn who looked up to the wizards of Cantorlot and wished to train under their wings. she learned many powerful spells from them and the books of great unicorns.
however Twilight became obsessed after learning of the elements of harmony, an ancient relic that had gone into slumber years ago claiming it wouldnt return until it was needed. however twilight thought herself to be smarter and able to force it out of hiding so that Equestria could have a boost in magic believing it would further society to have another source of power.
Twilight had no idea what she was working with and began to work behind the backs of celestia and luna. Tuning into Lord Tireks ability to absorb magic she used it for herself to drawn out the magic of the elements. However she was rejected and the spell turned on her, turning her to a monstery figure would mind could only think of taking the elements powers.
Shining armor was there with her when it happened trying to stop her, but instead became apart of the magical rejection. Only his body was effected and he was forced to stand by and watch his sisters mind become corrupted. Now she is locked in tarturus with Shinning armor as the doors gaurds, hoping they can find a way to heal her.Â
Rarity is much like her normal self, the only difference is she much more work focused and lives in the crystal empire. She was so goal oriented that she had no friends and simply went day to day working herself to the bone trying to make each dress better than the last.Â
it drove her made when she began to believe her style was becoming repetitive and she simple would do anything to get out of her runt. so she left the empire and went out into the snow around the kingdom seeking out an old mine full of unique and beautiful stones.Â
Little would she know she would come across a locked away evil that would take over her mind, feeding on her greed and want to be the best. she would act much as normal Sombra, taking over the crystal empire and demanding the most beautiful stones and jewelry and gowns of the people. it would be this event that would set the new elements into motion, king sombra and friends stopping rarity. (id like to thing her villian name could be oddity...)
when i originally designed these villian designs pinkie was defiantly meant to take over nightmare moons place.Â
Pinkie pieâs family lives in the crystal empire, as crystal farmers. Pinkie pie herself would work at the castle as a party planner from planning the birthdays of sombras children, to grand galas to diplomatic brunches. She is close friends with Princess Ivory.
However when rarity took over Pinkie pie was held captive as a jester for rarity. some believe the close contact with a creature radiating darkness infected pinkie pie. because there was hardly any build up, just one day Pinkie pie seemed to snap. right in the middle of a party she went berserk and began to destroy everything. The royal court chose to let her off assuming she was sick or had a sugar crash, the list of what it could be was endless. Pinkie pie word return again to throw Princess Ivoryâs party and nearly kill her. Pinkie pie would have no memory of what she did only to come concious and learn she was banished from the court and to ever see Ivory again. it broke Pinkieâs heart and it was a moment of weakness. her mind was clouded and she turned into a monster of a mare named âThe Timeless Partyâ and planned to party the whole planet to its core until it could party no more.
with the new found elements of harmony powers pinkie pie was saved, she hasnt returned to the castle but still gets note from Ivory despite refusing to see her out of fear of hurting her.Â
Rainbow dash was a clouddale pony, she never left the city and happily worked at the weather factory and thinking of the day she would be a wonderbolt. Until the day she lost her wings, she could no longer fly like other pegasus and began to adjust to her new life. she moved to the ground and became a park ranger. she lived a happy simple life coming to enjoy the new experiences that came her way that she never thought she would thought she would enjoy.
Until a stroke of misfortune hit her, literally hit her. A bolt of lightning hit her and she swore she died, Until she awoke and found she wasn't. instead she was covered in dark rolling clouds that she could manipulate and shape to her will.Â
Rainbow dash found she could fly again and faster than ever before and with no fear of lightning or hail. the weather knelled to her. little did she know with the use of her power she brought on violent storms, floods and lightning made forest fires. Rainbow dash chose to stop her new powers until she could get them under control, but found this itch like a voice in the dark parts of her mind. telling her to let go and enjoy her powers, they were a gift after all.
it wasnt long until rainbow dash changed and seemed to no longer care about her damages. with this came the ancient unicorn, Starswirl the bearded. An old unicorn of old equestria would had frozen his aging to ensure his students could full take over for him one day. however star swirl was full of himself and could never see the bigger picture. He would freeze rainbow dash in ice and leave her in the cold mountains.Â
with the story reaching tarturus shining could over hear twilight talking about starswirl and asking shining armor if he really thought rainbow dash was the villian and if starswirl choices were truly for the best.Â
Fluttershy lives in ponyville outskirts but ponyville in this world is mostly underwater and a tourist town for the large spa/hotspring resort run by and supported by a colony of seaponies and sirens.Â
Fluttershy barely patreons there except to quietly get a spa once a month. and leaves without a world.
she still works with animals but mostly runs a pet cemetery for animals that drowned in the local waters or potentially eaten by rouge sea creatures. Fluttershy sadly would die in her own cemetery having fallen and hit her head on a tombstone.Â
however after not being found she would be reclaimed and returned to the living by the earth. believing she was given a second chance and was not one with the earth Fluttershy didnât notice that it was darkness that brought her back. Fluttershy didnât question her need to send the world back to a state when animals thrived and ponies were scares.
(a villian name i had for her was Queen Pangea)
With the mostly underwater Ponyville in this AU applejack comes from a family of both seaponies and sirens. herself mostly taking after the siren side of the family. She comes from a farming family of seaweed farmers that contributes to the spa and Ponyvilleâs many economy source.Â
Applejackâs colony would suffer a infection of darkness that effected a good chunk of the siren population including a bunch of applejacks family and herself. It started with it switching on and off were they would go into schooling frenzies and attack wildlife or other seaponies and sirens. Ponies began to speak bad of sirens believing them to be showing their true nature, which only pushed applejack over the edge. she would begin hunting the waters and destroying other seaponies livelihoods and the things the spa required, even running off guest.
Starswirl has plans to take care of the siren colony that has begun to terrorize ponyville, and shining armor questions if he really has the best choices in mind and wonders if the sirens are at all like his sister and need help.Â
#rmullet#lol sorry for the long ramblings#i just liked this au i think its a lil fun#long post#villian mane six au#mlp#twilight sparkle#shining armor#rarity#pinkie pie#rainbow dash#fluttershy#applejack
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The Great Red Dragon
3x08
Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will GrahamÂ
Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist
Word Count: 2.9kÂ
Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, dead bodies, blood, surgery, canniblism Â
Authorâs Note: I LOVE will graham and you can tell in this chapter i kinda went ham with my absolute adoration for him. Usually i try and hold back but im to sad to tonight so here is this love letter to will grahamÂ
I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiarÂ
Official Episode Summary: As events jump forward three years, Jack seeks help as he pursues Francis Dolarhyde, AKA `The Tooth Fairy Killer'.
I donât own these characters. They belong to author/directorÂ
Tag List (is always open!) : @llperfectsymmetryllâ @ericacactusâ @vlightning95â @sweetgoodangelâ
(not my gif) (can you tell i love will graham. i feel like its excessive now but he is so handsome in this episode and every epsiode but this episode too)Â
Alana Bloom sat on an uncomfortable chair. The divider between her and Hannibal Lecter was a thick, clear plastic. To Hannibal they were sitting together at his desk. To her, to the reality of her, he sat in his jail cell. The two of them seemed comfortable with each other once again, now that there was no way Hannibal could lay his fingers on her again.Â
It was the only reason Alana agreed to stay.Â
âCongratulations, Hannibal. Youâre officially insane.âÂ
In front of Hannibal were different and various papers. A newspaper sat there, detailing a family slaughtered in Buffalo.Â
âThereâs no consensus in the psychiatric community what I should be termed,â he said.
âYouâve long been regarded by your peers in psychiatry as something entirely Other. For convenience, they term you a monster.â Hannibalâs eyes flickered up, away from his papers and on to her. She had cleaned herself up since they were last close. The suit she wore made her look distinguished. Her hair up in curls. Sophisticated.Â
âWhat do you term me?â he questioned.
âI donât. You defy categorization.âÂ
âDo you still prefer beer to wine?â he questioned. She pursed her lips, remembering bad memories.
âStopped drinking beer when I found out what you were putting in mine.â
âWho,â he corrected. She gave the slightest of nods.
âWho.â She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts. âThis means youâll be spared the federal death sentence. They had enough to convict you dozen times over.âÂ
âA bakerâs dozen. Lest we forget Mason Verger. Youâre welcome.âÂ
âYouâre welcome Hannibal. The needle was guaranteed. But you beat it all on an insanity plea.â
âIâm not insane.â Alana nodded. She understood that.
âYou know that and I know that. A dozen or a bakerâs dozen, enough people have died.âÂ
âYou havenât,â he pointed out simply.Â
âA promise in waiting, isnât it? A promise you intend to keep.âÂ
âI always keep my promises.â His lips flew into a small smile. Alana simply adjusted her spot in the seat.
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âGet out of my chair, Frederick.âÂ
Chilton stood up from Alanaâs chair. Since she had become the director of the asylum things had been changed. For the better. Chilton was crooked, despite his frequent placing in her chair. She walked over and sat down at her desk and reorganized the documents that Chilton had been messing with.Â
âShall we join hands in prayer of gratitude? âThank you, Father, for allowing us to remove this monster, monster of monsters, from your flock. Thank you on behalf of the souls We will spare of pain.ââ Chilton stood at the other side of her desk now.Â
âThank you on behalf of the monster.â She leaned back in her chair. âWas that the magisterial We?âÂ
âItâs our cabal, yours and mine. Hannibal Lecter will spend the rest of his life in a state institution, watching the diaper cart go by.â
âWe lied. You wrote a book of lies,â she pointed out.
âNot difficult to see lies flying above my head, but it is almost impossible to shoot them down,â he pointed out.Â
âYou should be lucky that Y/N is a respectable woman. She should have sued you for what you insinuated between her and Hannibal,â she pointed out.
âYou say that only because you couldnât sue me for speaking the truth about you and Hannibal.â He dragged a finger along the desk. âI wasnât invited to the wedding though.â
âYou held the groom at this asylum when you ran it,â she pointed out.
âStill. I put the actual murderer in jail.âÂ
âIâm pretty sure they did that.â She picked up her pen. âEither way, Hannibal will shoot down your lies. Heâs written a brilliant piece for The American Journal of Psychiatry.âÂ
âEverything he writes is always about problems he doesnât have,â Chilton said.Â
âWhat heâs written is going to be your problem. Itâs not so much an article as it is a rebuttal.â She smiled to herself. âHe has an acid pen.âÂ
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Will stood out by the shed. The dogs were balancing around him, running around and barking happily. Will was bundled against the cold although you had been the person who threw all of the layers at him. The dogs kicked up the snow. He was repairing the fence out there, something to keep busy.Â
He looked up the gravel driveway and a black SVU came down the track.Â
He let out a sigh, caught by the cold.Â
Jack Crawford came out of the car.
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âDonât want to talk inside?â Jack asked as Will handed him a mug of hot cider. Several stray dogs lay and mill at their feet as Will leaned against the porch railing. âDonât want to let me inside. Come too far to let the cold stop me, Will.âÂ
Will pursed his lips.
âBold of you to show up.â
âWhereâs Y/N?â he questioned.
âMaking dinner. She didnât hear you coming up and was, lucky for you, unaware I was making two cups of cider.â Will was relaxed but his tone was uneven.Â
âYou don't want to talk about it here,â Jack said.
âI don't want to talk about it anywhere. Youâve got to talk about it, so letâs have it. Just donât get out any pictures. Thereâs no point in doing that.âÂ
âHow much do you know?â Jack questioned.
âTwo families killed, in their homes, a month apart. Similar circumstances,â Will said. You and him and passed the newspaper to each other at breakfast. Looked into it.Â
âNot âsimilarâ. The same. You ever think about giving me a call?âÂ
âIf I ever thought about it Y/N would divorce me on the spot. But I didnât think about it,â he admitted.
âYou know what it is,â Jack said.Â
âI didnât think about calling you because I didnât want to. I donât think Iâd be all that useful to you, Jack. I never think about it anymore. I donât believe I could do it now.â Will looked down at the lakeshore and Jack pulled out two pictures from his jacket pocket. He flipped them out on the table. Will looked down at them.Â
âAll dead. This freak seems to be in phase with the moon.â Jack tapped the photos. âKilled the Jacobis in Chicago almost four weeks ago. Full moon. Killed the Leeds family in Buffalo night before last. One day short of a lunar month. If weâre lucky we have a little over three weeks before he does it again.âÂ
âWill!â Your voice carried in from the home. Both men looked over.Â
âLooks like your luck has run out Jack.â You opened the door to alert Will that dinner was done. Upon seeing Jack you stopped. For a moment you were wordless. You looked down at the two pictures on the table, at Will, and then back at Jack. You recognized those people from the newspapers. You took in a deep breath and held your composure.
âIf you want to by any chance keep your head I would recommend picking up those pictures, putting them back in your pocket, getting off my goddamn porch and driving your car back to where you came from,â you said evenly. âAnd give me that cup of cider.â Jack handed it to you and you snatched it, allowing it to spill on your hand without a reaction. âWe need Willâs help. More of these families are going to die,â Jack said.
âIâm not going to let this happen again. I let it happen once.âÂ
âYou would sacrifice families lives for the miniscule chance one person gets a little hurt?â You stepped forward to him but Will lifted his hand. You stopped but you were still pretty close.Â
âIf that one person is Will then yes. Heâs saved enough lives.â
âHe isnât going anywhere,â Will said. You looked up at him and stepped back.Â
âDinner is done,â you said and turned back into the house. Jack and Will shared a look.
âSo,â Will started, pushing himself off of the balcony railing. âJoining us for dinner?âÂ
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You sat beside Will who was at the head of the table. Jack observed the house. It looked simplistic, comforting. On the small shelf by the table were picture frames. Each one of both of you. One when you were fishing, a small fish in front of your face as you laughed. One of Will by the fireplace in the Baltimore house. A couple from the wedding of the two of you looking happier than Jack had ever seen.Â
Jack had been at the wedding. Will invited him discreetly and because you were so distracted by your own happiness you couldnât fight. You looked amazing. It had been a long time coming that day and when it did come everyone celebrated. There were even pictures of you, Margot and Alana on that day, cheering to a new beginning.Â
âPeople dump small dogs here all the time. I can give away the cute ones, rest, stay around and get to be big ones,â you muttered, petting the dog at your feet.Â
âYouâve always been a sucker for strays,â Will said.
âYouâre not fooling anyone Will.â You stabbed at the plate and took a bite. Will placed a hand on your thigh and kept it there. You put your hand on top of his destreetly.Â
âGot a nice life here,â Jack said.Â
âIâm lucky here. I know that,â Will said.Â
âSurprised there arenât any kids yet. Bella and I wanted them but with my job we could never fit it in.â The mention of Bella would make you sympathize with him and he knew that. Despite having calmed down a bit you still held up a good face.Â
âWe have a lot of dogs although I canât say we haven't been trying,â Will said. His face flushed a bit but you were so mad still you couldnât even be flustered. Will knew there were some things you needed to say to Jack that you couldn'tâ say in front of him. âIâm going to take the dogs out to pee.â He tapped your thigh once more before letting his hand leave as he stood up from the dinner table. You nodded numbly as he left, watching him go.
Your gaze went back to Jack.Â
âWhen you came into his classroom that day I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but you failed me Jack. Countless times, you failed me.âÂ
âYou left me there to die In Florence.â You smiled.Â
âA fond memory.â You placed your fork down carefully. âYouâre going to take him no matter how much I want to kill you for it.âÂ
âI have to. Iâll make it as easy on him as I can. Heâs changed. Itâs great you got married.â You nodded.
âHeâs better and better. He doesnât have nightmares anymore.â You paused and collected yourself. âHe was really obsessed with the dogs for a while. Now he just takes care of them. He doesnât talk about them all the time. Doesnât worry about them.âÂ
âI know what it is Iâm asking Y/N. And I wished to God I didnât have to.â
You smiled slightly at what you were about to say.
âIf he decides to go, and thatâs a big if, he will not be going alone.â Jack nodded slowly. He figured this would happen. There was nowhere he went you would not follow.
âI know.â
âAnd youâre willing to deal with me for as long as it takes to get rid of this killer?âÂ
âIf I have to.â
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You sat on your bed. The world was quiet out here. You loved it. Will loved it. It was why you got it together, your first joint home purchase. Will was taking off his shoes and you put your arms around him from behind.Â
He cuddled his head against yours. He could feel your breath against his skin when you spoke.
âI donât want you to go, you know that.âÂ
âI donât imagine youâll let me go alone,â he whispered. âBut you know if I go, Iâll be different when I get back.â You nodded.
âI loved you at your worst and Iâll love you for the rest of the time youâll let me,â you promised. You kissed him tenderly and his hands rested on your cheek, moving your body with his other hand so that he didnât have to crane his neck.Â
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Darkness moved around the bedroom peacefully. You slept beside Will but he was awake. He looked over at you and then slid out of bed. He pulled open a drawer quietly and took out a letter. The envelope is addressed to Will and Y/N, through the FBI. He hadnât shown you this yet. He wasnât sure if he should.Â
But you had felt him get up. Years of feeling when he was having a nightmare trained you for that kind of moment. You sat up and slid out of bed. Will looked over to you.
âWhatâs that?âÂ
âI wasnât going to show it to you.â
You walked over to him and put your arms around him from behind. You looked at the letter and the second you saw the handwriting you froze.Â
âIs it directed to you?â
âBoth of us.â
You took it from his hands and stood up straight.Â
âDear Will and Y/N, we have all found a new life, but our old lives hover in the shadows, like incipient madness. Soon enough, I fear Jack Crawford will come knocking. I encourage Will, as a friend, not to step back through the door he holds open. I donât doubt Y/N will protest against this ever happening but in case her will is not strong enough I must promise that there is darkness on the other side of the door and madness is waiting.âÂ
You handed him the paper.Â
âIâm calling the girls from down the street. Their teenagers will watch the dogs.âÂ
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Will and you looked through the Leeds house. The two of you looked at the bloody remnants of what had happened there. You werenât there to observe though. You were there for moral support.Â
His eyes were shut for a while. You watched him stand there. You were silent.
Until he opened his eyes and a deep breath left his lips. You quickly approached him and hugged him tightly. He hugged you back, catching his breath in your arms.
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âJimmy youâre the light of my life,â Jack said.
âI know. The printâs smudged. Came off Mrs. Leeds eye. Never did that before. Never wouldâve seen it, but it stood out against an eight-ball hemorrhage,â Jimmy explained. You, Will, Jack, Jimmy and Brian all stood in the morgue together. He kept stealing glances at you and Will whose thoughts were elsewhere. âI just...I canât believe youâre back. Iâm surprised you're back.â
âIâm surprised Y/N didnât drag Jack's dead body in here,â Brian said. He hit Willâs back. âWelcome back.âÂ
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Jack looked up from his desk to see Will and you standing before him. You were both looking at the information sheet.Â
âYou were asking about the dog. Last night, a vet called the police. Leeds and his oldest boy brought it into the bet the afternoon before they were killed,â Jack explained.Â
âWhatâs going to happen to it?â Will asked.
âPlease don't worry about the dog.â Will smiled a bit.
âWhat do you expect me to do?â he whispered. You smiled at him. Ever the sweetie.Â
âBest you can, thatâs all. Busyworks been a narcotic for me sometimes, especially after I quit the booze. For you too, I think,â Jack said.Â
âThereâs something else we can do,â you started. You paused for a moment. You and Will had talked this over just briefly but you understood it was what you needed. âWe can wait until Will is driven to it by desperation in the last days before the full moon. Or we could do it now, while it might be of some use,â you finished.Â
âIs there an opinion you want?â Will nodded slowly.
âWe have to see Hannibal.â
3x09
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