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reptilian-rapscallian · 1 day ago

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Right I usually only talk about the marauders but I need to talk about Dan and Phil for a second because the fan response to the livestream ticketing is ridiculous.

I'm going to quickly preface this by saying that yes, the hidden service charges were INSANE and unfair, but they've since stated that starting today they're going to do partial refunds and lower the prices so that they're balanced better. It's very clear that they didn't know about the service charges, and people suddenly trying to imply that it was a malicious decision are driving me up the wall.

Since that initial issue, people have taken it as an opportunity to not only be overly critical, but to just insult them???

Firstly, £12 as a starter price for a livestream ticket is reasonable. Literally every theatre livestream ticket I've ever seen has started at £16-£18 and gone up from there, so realistically this is a reasonable price!! Chances are they did their best to get it as low as they possibly could without losing money. Tours are fucking expensive, with most people who tour either making minimal money or breaking even (something not even that), and running under the assumption that they're absolutely LOADED when they've been very open about the fact that they've got a mortgage to pay is WILD. They need to make money to be able to make content!!

Also, the vast majority of their content is free. They have far more free and readily available content than most other influencers out there. People are acting like it's insane to briefly put the tour behind a paywall, like wad didn't get ads blocked STRAIGHT after it became free and readily available. Also, it's not just access to the tour that you're paying for? There's a preshow/'red carpet', and then an after-party q&a if you've opted for the £16 or any of the merch bundles. If you don't want to pay, the tour will STILL be available to you at some point, and I think it's wild to act like it's unfair that they need to make money? I'm sorry, but they need to be able to pay their bills.

One thing I feel like it's most important to acknowledge is that you're not being forced to buy it. People are acting like they were held at gunpoint and forced to check out with the service fees. If PayPal checked you out without showing you the service fees (which is a PayPal glitch, not an issue from Dan and Phil), then you can get a refund pretty easily. If not, you can email and chances are you'll get a refund (if you want the whole cost back and not just the service fees because those are getting automatically refunded). However, acting like you saw the service fees, had the money and checked out anyway, means that Dan and Phil forced you to do it is WILD. Dan making a joke with a fan about skipping work (in which they called their job one of the most important in the world) is NOT Dan forcing everybody to miss life events for the livestream and I'm so confused about why people are seeing it that way. You're not obligated to do anything, and being mad at Dan and Phil for releasing merch bundles at all after buying one is genuinely unfathomable to me as a thought process.

Also, acting like they're not taking it seriously enough when they're actively doing what people asked and resolving the issue is wild??? If they had released an overly professional "statement" you guys would have jumped to call them cold and uncaring. This was easily the best way they could have resolved the issue, and I'm genuinely so confused by everybody being so willing to insult Phil's response as if he didn't do EXACTLY what people wanted them to do??? Also being mad at them specifically for the merch not being available internationally (which is definitely an issue) is insane because they don't actually control the merch shipments??? Like why are they suddenly expected to change something that chances are they don't know how to change???

Suddenly jumping to insult them personally, or going out of your way to accuse them of being hyper-capitalists is uncalled for and just plain rude. It was this shit that kept me from taking part in the online communities pre-hiatus, and I'm genuinely really frustrated to see it coming back. Acting like they're the biggest depiction of capitalism is insane. Have you ever shopped at Amazon? Literally any major supermarket? Any name brand ever? They're bigger examples of submitting to a capitalist regime than Dan and Phil!! As much as we can all (rightfully) criticise our capitalist society, we all have to feed into it to survive because it's so deeply ingrained into our lives. They need to eat, they need to pay their bills, and they're doing their best to make it fun for their audience.

Yes, the hidden service fees were insane. Yes, the merch bundles not being available internationally is upsetting. However, they're literally doing everything in their power to fix it, and were clearly unaware of these things before the tickets went on sale.

There's a difference between rightfully pointing out issues and just insulting them personally and being really shit about them??? They haven't forced you to buy anything and they're resolving the issue. Calm tf down.

#i literally haven't talked about dnp on here #but i'm so done #dan and phil #dnp #dan and phil terrible influence #terrible influence tour #terrible influence livestream #dnp livestream #dan howell #phil lester #daniel howell #amazingphil

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revelboo · 23 hours ago

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REVEL! I request some of the lost light starscream story 🙏

Absolutely been obsessed with your writing, i legit have been checking every hour to see if you’ve uploaded anything new. I’ve read probably everything you’ve posted except for the bumble bee stories, you’ve made me fall in love with so many characters, the way you write all of them is absolutely amazing. Also this your reminder to hydrate!

Yeah, Sundays aren’t usually good days

Overdone Pt 3

Starscream x Reader

• Slumping into his chair behind his desk, he leans his chin on a fist as you ramble utter nonsense. Claiming you’d come to just falling to your death. Lies. They have to be, but then you’re turning big eyes his way and thanking him for saving your life and his wings flick. When’s the last time someone thanked him for anything? Shaking himself, he growls. Someone has to have put you up to this. “So I’m to believe you just teleported to Cybertron without meaning to, without even knowing how you accomplished it?”

• Staring up at his scowl, you understand why he doubts your story. It sounds crazy even to you, but you honestly don’t know how you ended up here. The only things you’re sure of? He’d saved you when he hadn’t had to. And that makes you sure he’s good deep down despite how intimidating he is, despite his threats to harm you if you’re a spy. Hands clasped together, you study him as his optics shutter and he presses his servos against them in an all too human gesture like he has a headache. “I swear I’m not a spy. I’m baker.”

• “And I can just take your word for it?” Everyone’s out to get him, to take away what he’s worked so hard for. But he can’t figure out the game here. Maybe you’re not a real human? Just something meant to look like one? Comming Rattrap, he vents when you just stare up at him with wide eyes. Why a human? Thundercracker is the one that cares for the little meat bags, not him. Anyone familiar with him would know that. ‘Bring me a scanner,’ he growls at Rattrap, cutting the connection without waiting for a reply.

• Of course, he doesn’t trust you, but you’re certain you can trust him. And short of him giving you a kitchen and baking supplies, you’re not sure how to prove your claim. You’re also not sure what a scanner is or who he was just talking to. What you are aware of? How massive he is. Alien and strange. His face, his body metal, but malleable. Able to give enough to form expressions and his hands had been warm holding you, making you painfully aware of how cold you are right now. “Why did you save me?” You ask almost against your will and his frown deepens.

• “Would have rather I let you make a very small splatter on the surface?” Growling, he turns toward the door when it opens and holds out a hand in demand. Aware of Rattrap gawking at you as he hands over the scanner. And you flinch when he powers it on and seizes you by the leg to drag you closer when you try to back away. Huffing through his vents at your little squeak when you fall on your butt and he pulls you closer. Your expression almost comically indignant when he scans you. Finding you really are just a human. You don’t even have any hidden tech meant to spy on him and he’s almost disappointed. Almost eager to root out a plot or a conspiracy. Tapping the scanner on the desk beside you to make you flinch, he vents. “Go find Wheeljack,” he mutters to Rattrap. Because you’re still a mystery he means to solve.

#transformers x reader #starscream x reader #starscream

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dammit-tazmuir · 2 days ago

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I have crossed the face of the universe. I poison it to match my grief.

That's always been it for every Resurrection Beast including John. Nona is the only exception, and I highly suspect that's only as Nona. Alecto, after all, was a monster in a human suit from the moment he resurrected her, and then he went and made her worse. Nona is only able to be her purest self by making herself forget her grief.

But Alecto still loved, even before she was Nona. She still loved John even in the immediate aftermath before he'd raised anyone else, and she loved Anastasia enough to swear an oath and want to see her, and G1deon and Pyrrha may have feared her but they saw something in her they still liked.

Varun still loves, yearning not just for revenge but to help and support their sister, even when they don't understand her, even when it makes them confused and furious that she would love these creatures, even when she's nothing like she used to be.

John still loves, too. He's never as sentimental as you think, sure, but far more than that line gives him credit for, I'd think; Augustine thought the retribution was purely symbolic, but it really is about an unattainable revenge; he made himself God and he still can't change time. He's never stopped caring, and that's not limited to hatred.

He never has to show Harrow any kindness; the only person who would have begrudged him at all for saying "not worth it" is Ianthe and she would have held her tongue. The two-faced bullshit is appalling in itself but every risk he takes (a lot) is fully unnecessary. When he confirms what her parents did, he projects his own self-defense, absolutely, but in his mind he's showing solidarity and genuine care.

And from "Hi, not fucking dead, I'm dad" onward, he seems to have at least some genuine investment in Gideon as a person. Like he 100% has shady ulterior motives tied to her sharing the god-soul and stuff, I'm not denying that, and maybe latching onto the father-daughter bond is just the easiest way to pull her close. But with Ianthe's "he's so fragile right now" and what a mess it sounds like he's been and the fact that none of that necessitated inventing a whole new thing for Ianthe to be part of too, idk, it really feels like he's trying to fill a void. John does care, and wants to care, even if he ultimately cares about himself more. He wants to maintain plausible deniability enough to lie to himself that he's justified, but like, that's not a given. Not everyone cares about being able to do that. Wanting to pretend he's Not The Bad Guy is itself something.

And we know what John did to Varun and the others, but he didn't kill earth alone; he delivered the killing blow, and a massive one, but she was in agony slowly dying for a long time.

And there's no one we could turn to and ask what they did to get her to that point or make John this way. You can't even blame the governments and the trillionaires, not fully, because it didn't start with them. It's so big and so old. Earth is bigger and older but even she can only take so much.

Hey. Just thought of something.

In Nona the Ninth, when Nona’s pretending to be Harrow and needs to avoid Ianthe’s questions, she screams in the resurrection beast’s language. Specifically, she yells “Help!” And Varun starts dropping heralds, because Varun is trying to help.

Now, this implies that the resurrection beasts can feel things like empathy. Which means they’re not just monsters. Every single one of them is just as capable of loving and being loved as Nona, but because they were created in a terrifying storm of death, they reacted in fear, and were treated like monsters as a result. And that’s so fucking tragic!

These thinking, feeling beings, ghosts of murdered worlds, who could and can know love, but have only ever known hate and fear. I feel for them, I really do.

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morganalefae · 3 days ago

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it actually means so much to me that tai and shauna seem to hold the most anger towards coach ben. they're the most willing to believe that he burned the cabin down not because they truly think he did it, but because of the way he abandoned them and looked down on them.

tai and shauna were the only ones who took shauna's pregnancy seriously- or at least understood the reality of it. partially because tai was the first to know, she helped shauna with the attempted abortion, she was the first that shauna confided in. they treat the pregnancy with much more gravity than the other characters, because they know how fucking dangerous and terrifying it is for shauna, to give birth in the wilderness with no medical care, no doctors, a rapidly dwindling food supply.

tai and shauna (and nat) are also the ones who struggle the most after eating jackie. tai because her other self took over in that moment, so on some level she has no idea what she's done until afterwards. shauna because they ate jackie, her best friend, the person she loved, hated, and whose death she caused.

for coach ben to look down on them, treat them like uncontrollable monsters who would turn on him and eat him next, to talk as if he's better than them for abstaining... yeah. i can see why tai and shauna would be angry. does he think they wanted this? to be driven to this? does he think they liked it? and the fact that, on some level, they did like it, they dont feel as bad as they probably should.... coach ben, like jackie, is the voice of judgement that they absolutely dont need. what right does he have to judge them?

because, coming back to shauna's pregnancy, coach ben may have had no clue what to do for her, or been able to help in any way, but he was the only adult figure that they had. to him, they didnt listen to him anymore, they didnt see him as an authority figure or value his opinion, but the yellowjackets still care about him, looking to him for guidance and reassurance. theyre still just kids. scared, terrified, unsure kids, one of whom is about to go through an incredibly traumatic birth, so they look to coach for something, anything... and he walks away. to the only room with a real bed, which (in my opinion) he could have offered to shauna during her last few months of pregnancy. instead, ben separates himself from the yellowjackets almost completely. shauna gives birth with her only help being teenagers who have no idea what theyre doing, but at least theyre doing something.

its easy for tai and shauna to hate coach ben. to blame him for the fire. him disappearing right when javi dies and they eat him is obviously no coincidence. and his obvious disgust, his morally superior attitude, the fact that he didnt care enough to even try and help shauna when she was in labour, and now javi's death? why wouldn't he try and kill them? why wouldnt he try and take them all out in one go? they're monsters. thats what he thinks anyway.

i dont believe coach ben set the fire anymore. i dont believe tai did either, but thats an entirely different post. his speech in 3e04 was moving, but it was tai and shauna who really made me feel their anger, their betrayal. he didnt just fail them, he judged them, he abandoned them and then he tried to kill them.

#very rambley im sorry #and obviously im looking at the whole coach ben sitch through tai and shaunas eyes which is why this is written this way #im not condemning coach ben or saying he deserves to die #but wow. the trial.#i actually quite enjoyed it #the rest of the episode on the other hand....#anyway!#absolutely amazing stuff from sophie nelisse once again #yellowjackets #taissa turner #shauna shipman #taishauna #jackieshauna #van palmer #taivan #tagging van bc she is here in spirit <3

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yandere-sins · 1 day ago

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OMFG I absolutely LOVE your writing and the overall creepyness of it💕😩 May I request a yandere childe with a crybaby s/o who Gets scared way too easily? Ik this might be basic but I really wanted to interact with you 💗🥹

Aah, thank you so much, you're so sweet! Sorry it took me so long, but thank you for requesting and interacting with me, I appreciate it! I gave the reader a good reason to be scared this time, hope that is okay! ♥

Extra Warning for Murder, Blood Mention

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"Shh, babe, what's wrong? You don't have to worry about them anymore."

A calloused hand caressed your cheek, the other arm wrapping around your body as Childe drew you close to him. You were shivering, sobbing in his embrace. Still, he didn't seem to mind at all, a gentle smile on his face as he cradled you, having had more than enough practice with comforting his siblings to know how to comfort you. With the weight of his head on top of yours, you were nestled perfectly in the crook of his neck, his hand wandering back to brush down your hair while the one at the small of your back rubbed its thumb up and down. It was a perfect hug for a perfect darling, as Childe liked to call you. But there was one thing off about it.

The stench.

The squishy, wet feeling smeared all over your cheek and soaked into your clothes, together with the biting, iron smell of blood that stuck to him. Or perhaps it came from the corpses that lay behind his body, shielding the view. Or maybe you were only imagining it. It was hard to believe that you had just watched people die, their deaths caused by this almost stranger's hands. These people were your friends, and yet you couldn't believe it was real.

"I-I'm scared," you stammered, barely able to get the sound out of your throat. "They- They're d-dead."

"Oh, that's true," Childe replied, his voice full of pity and gentle reassurance. As if it hadn't been him who killed them. As if it was a coincidence, you stumbled over the bodies when, really, your friends had been laughing and talking next to you just mere seconds ago before Childe struck them down out of cold-blooded malice.

More tears dripped down your cheeks, countless of them. You were in too much shock to scream and run, but the flow of tears seemed endless as regret, guilt, and horror mixed. You felt nauseated, and yet you couldn't throw up, couldn't do anything. Frozen in place, you listened to the rapidly beating heart of the monster comforting you, feeling Childe take a deep breath, letting it out with a content sigh.

Whatever he was feeling, he seemed... proud of it.

You whimpered miserably as he pressed you tighter against his chest, swaying you side to side before pulling away a few inches. Not enough to let go of you, just so much that he could look into your eyes. Instead of pupils, there was only endless darkness, the moonlight dimly reflected in them, causing swirls of infatuation in the madness that was his gaze on you. Even with barely any light, you could see your own scared reflection. The blood stain on your cheek, the shock etched in every inch of your features.

"You need to keep it together, babe," Child whispered, the same broad, boyish grin on his lips that he had the first time you met him. Where you still thought he was a good guy, helping you carry some groceries home and inviting you to see the festival with him. You had to tell him "no" back then, since you already made plans with your friends. But now, they were no more, and he remained. Only now, that grin was nothing short of psychotic, standing in stark contrast to his eyes so devoid of emotions and the gore on his clothes.

"The guards will be here soon. You wouldn't want them to find you covered in the blood of those people, would you? They might think you did it."

Humiliating as it was, you could see your features grow desperate as a sob escaped you, your eyes crinkling as more tears fell. Childe hushed you again, pressing his lips to your forehead and kissing it over and over as he told you everything would be alright. That he wouldn't let anyone take you or take the blame for him. You could only listen half-heartedly as your feelings threatened to take over your whole body, controlling it and cementing you in place.

It had always been this way for you; the tears were your lifelong friend. Crying was the reaction your body knew best, whether in good or bad situations, and there wasn't much you could do. As a child, you had been mocked for being a crybaby, and as an adult, you were pitied for not having better control over your emotions. Fear had been your constant companion. Whether it was about making a mistake or not feeling like you were good enough to finish a task. You soon began fearing your own incapability, but no one—sometimes not even you—understood that this fear was a force to be reckoned with, one you were completely helpless against.

Unless there was another person stronger than it.

"Aaand up!" Childe proclaimed, having stood up and gripped your hands in the time you spiraled into anxiety and desperation, the overwhelming guilt not helping. But suddenly, you were on your feet despite the tears still falling. Even though you didn't know how to move or act. First, he had comforted you for the crime he committed, and now he did what you had never managed before—pull you out of the trance of your fears.

"Let's go!" he announced chipperly, a slippery, bloody hand gripping yours so tight that it hurt. Jerking you forward, you could only watch Childe's back as he began to run, laughing carefreely as if the death of your friends didn't bother him. As if he was free, unbound by laws and those feelings, you felt so strongly.

Only when you looked down did you notice your own feet moving—rapidly, swiftly. You didn't need to look up as Childe led you through the labyrinth of people who were so occupied with the Lantern Rite in Liyue Harbor that they didn't notice the two blood-soaked individuals passing through.

Breathing was hard, moving was straining, and his grip on you was relentlessly painful. Yet, neither of you stopped until you were already partway up on a mountain outside the harbor, Childe panting just like you, trying to catch his breath. He collapsed with a groan on the dirty trail up the mountain, and with your hand still in his grasp, he pulled you down with him.

It should have hurt when your body was forced to give out, but you landed cushioned in his chest and on his lap. The vibrations of his laugh against your skin felt weird, your senses not yet having returned fully. Lifting your head, you saw the countless lanterns rise to the sky, illuminating it beautifully with the people's memories of those they lost—and you should have been there, lightning lanterns for your friends.

"There we go," Childe muttered, catching your attention as he wiped over your cheek, sticky skin against more sticky skin. Only now did you realize that your tears had dried up, and you looked at the monster that had both made you cry and took care to run them dry—literally.

"You're a pretty crier," Childe sighed, the glow of the lanterns returning some life to the blue in his eyes. Or perhaps the sight before him returned his emotions to him, making him almost look normal despite the red stains. "But I like you better when you're happy. One of us has to."

Leaning his head on your shoulder, Childe reached for your hand, giving it another tight squeeze. Above you, the night sky was filled with beautiful lights, the view even better than from the harbor itself, but you couldn't forget even a second of what had happened that day. That you weren't enjoying this view with your friends, but with some murderer you barely knew, who had pulled you out of the sadness in your heart, only to leave it empty, no feelings able to fill it.

"I'll keep you happy," Childe promised, a faint blush on his cheeks that reached up his ears. "Everything will be the way you want, so you don't have to cry anymore."

Only then did you realize what it truly meant to be afraid, sitting on the lap of someone who thought manipulating the world to his liking would make you happy. Someone who didn't bat an eye before killing an innocent soul. Someone determined to make you feel as empty as he was, just to keep you by his side.

And when Childe looked up grinning, you managed to wipe the smile right off his face, a tear dropping down your cheek.

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n0tamused · 21 hours ago

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Hello! Congrats on 1.5k! That’s so awesome! 👏

Would it be okay to request romantic Action prompt 11 “Person A and B are sparring when one of them pins the other to the floor/wall” for Mydei? Would be cute if Reader pinned Mydei and surprised him lol 😈

I’m in shambles after 3.1–

I also request you have a lovely week heheh ❤️

︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹Mydei x Reader

A/n: EYY ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING FOR MYDEI ILY, I WAS WAITING FOR A MYDEI REQUEEST UGDTZJUKJHHIFI<3 Also thank you!!! 3.1 left me in some(a lot) denial, thus I shall be taking charge of writing how Mydei's story ends <3. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this, thank you for partaking in the event and helping me celebrate this milestone! <3

Contents: Mydei x Reader, no gender specified(GN, you/yours) but written with a fem reader in mind, fluff

Words: 580

Ko-Fi | 1.5K followers event

His next swing came from the left, swift and powerful, leaving you just enough time for you to raise your arm in defense. The blow still sent you back, and Mydei did not stop his assault there. Several more blows came, left and right, above and under, some you parried and others you dodged well enough. At one point you caught sight of his face, all twisted in focus, so amusing in the moment that it made you chortle.

“You’re growing frustrated” you noted through a huff, just before seeing an opening to repay him with your own strike. Mydeimos caught your wrist, but could not hold it for a moment longer as you jumped back out of his grasp. Swift as a snake.

“I am not”

“Tired then”

He scoffed at you and shook his head, the corners of his lips giving a small tug upwards, showing faintest traces of a smirk. “You can wish” He launched at you, but something caught in his step and more of his body came forward, and with that his balance as well. For a moment you thought you’d miss your chance, as not often did Mydeimos lose his balance, but you caught the moment just in time, your body going down as your foot went under his own, successfully tripping him.

Mydei went tumbling and the breath he let out sounded as if the air got kicked out of him. You wasted no time, hopping onto him and pinning him down with a gleeful expression, perhaps one too smug, yet it couldn’t be helped.

“You are done, Mydeimos” you threw at him, chest heaving and your hand clinging onto him to hold him down - no matter how much enjoyment you took from seeing his eyes widen at you in surprise, you knew better than to let victory blind you. It goes without saying that you may have had some experiences with Mydeimos when triumph was quickly followed by your failure. “I take victory today”.

“Victory based on luck is no victory to boast about” he shot back at you, gaze narrowing in that catish way of his, fire burning in his eyes.

“You would not be able to complain about that in a real battle” you began, already seeing him roll his eyes, having heard the same words from his mentor, “if your enemy relied on chance to reign triumph over you, it means you, also, relied in part on luck to win”

“That means - I won, fair and square” you concluded, sparing you both any further philosophical talk that usually came with such topics.

“Fair and square, you won’t be saying that once I get up off the ground-”

“Then I will not let you rise from the ground at all”

“Why, are you scared you might just fail, that your run has run out?”

You scoffed, feeling the big ball of light and fire inside your chest burn brighter at the thought that entered your mind swiftly.

“No, in fact, it is because I rather like this sight before me. I’d like to commit it to memory”

Mydeimos gawked at you, his lips falling ajar to say something only to find sounds of protest in place of words he wanted. He felt even more frustrated when you began to giggle and laugh, your arms leaving his frame and arms where you had him pinned down - it seems your words were enough force to keep him nailed down until he recovers.

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aealzx · 2 days ago

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Luckily a multitude of text messages to the others was enough for Jason to convince them to refrain from crowding in on them, and Danny was able to have some time to cry without worry. It wasn’t the first time, or even the hundredth time Jason had held a crying child, so it was easy for him to wait and offer a silent companionship with the occasional back rub. And it was easy to tell when Danny’s energy was wearing low, the sobs turning into softer hiccups and his grip on Jason’s jacket not quite as tight. And after a stretch of almost complete silence Jason figured it was time to move. It was no surprise that having a good cry and being able to talk just a bit left Danny quite tired, he was still sporting quite the residual burn wound on his chest. But while rest would do him good, Jason didn’t think it would be the best idea to take him back to the manor just yet. “... Hey… How ‘bout we go get a batburger and go to my place?” he suggested after some time, wondering if Danny had eaten anything good for dinner yet. “We can just chill for tonight. I already let everyone know you’re safe, so don’t worry about them….Okay?”

“Batburger?” Danny repeated, voice betraying his obvious need for a tissue. He just felt more worn out more than anything else now, but didn’t miss the brief strain of amusement he got from hearing about the food. This place really did have everything named after Batman. They must really like their dark and broody superhero. It was something to envy, at least a little. And honestly, going to Jason’s place and having some time without having to deal with the others fussing over him or subtly needing him to direct them sounded amazing too. He needed time to himself to figure out what to do next before he gave them any suggestions. Which led him to looking up to Jason and nodding. “Yeah. That sounds great. Been awhile since I had a burger.”

Jason took the weak smile Danny gave him as a win, the boy’s mask having vanished long ago to make it easier to breathe, and started to move to get them on their feet again. “C’mon then. We’ll take it easy on the way there. Get some air,” he coaxed, leading Danny towards one of his safe places first so he could ditch the helmet and other vigilante attire.

“Don’t people usually say fresh air?” Danny commented, his current state making his brain to mouth distance quite short at the moment.

“Have you smelled Gotham? That’s not just this alleyway, it’s the whole city,” Jason returned easily, giving the poor kid something else to focus on for now.

Danny couldn’t help grimacing as he snorted, putting a hand to his nose and earning Jason’s pity to find some sort of tissue or fabric from his pockets for the boy to clear his nose on. A bottle of gatorade would probably be a good idea for the boy too.

Pulling Danny to his feet, Jason kept him close as they moved. A quick stop at a tiny safeplace allowed them to switch to a more inconspicuous civilian attire, with Jason loaning Danny some shoes for now. He was still in his pajamas, and even though he mentioned he could just slightly float to avoid walking on the disgusting ground Jason didn’t want any prying eyes to notice that. The kid looked pathetic in Jason’s bigger shoes and oversized jacket, but at least he looked more like he fit in with the rest of the crowd in the area. At least enough that the worker at the nearest Bat Burger didn’t think twice about the two of them stopping by. Jason did all the talking, ordering two basic combos, and Danny just lingered behind him. The gaudy colors of the fast food place littered with advertisements to read were another mild distraction that kept him occupied until Jason pushed a takeout bag into his hands. They were quiet as they walked back to Jason’s apartment, and it was only after they had passed the first entrance that the silence was broken.

“...Is there a reason other than you don’t want to that you don’t stay at the manor full time?” Danny asked while they were riding the small elevator to the second from the top floor, starting to run out of ways to keep his brain from wandering where he didn’t want it to.

“Got it before Bruce knew I wasn’t still dead. Then felt like keeping it because it’s nice to be on my own,” Jason answered simply, leading them down the hall to his own doorway and fishing his keys out of his pocket.

“...Right…you did the whole ‘died and came back wrong’ thing too,” Danny hummed, having momentarily forgotten.

It earned a small grunt from Jason while they kicked their shoes off at the entrance, which was closed and locked again behind them. “I wouldn’t say ‘wrong’, just atypical. Considering most people that die come back within a few minutes instead of a few years, like me, and also don’t end up with super powers, like you.” Maybe he would agree to the term ‘wrong’ at some other time than this, but he didn’t want Danny spiraling into any more self hate than he was hovering on already.

“Wait- a few years?” Danny sputtered, stopping to stare at Jason. “You were dead for years?!”

“Oh yeah. I hear the funeral was nice, but I guess I was too angry about my killer still running loose that I just had to come back and take care of things myself,” Jason shrugged, gaining a slight smirk and carefully guiding his own thoughts along a path that would keep him present and talking. It was still difficult to talk about, but as long as he felt in control he could manage it for the most part. As long as the other side didn’t start asking too detailed of questions.

Something he apparently wouldn’t have to worry about with Danny. The lad was quiet for a moment as absent thoughts ran through his head about what Jason just said. And after a moment he suddenly gave a small gasp in realization. “Oh my gosh. You’re a revenant.”

“A what now?”

“A revenant. I heard about them from… was it Clockwork or someone else?” Danny repeated, trailing off as he couldn’t remember who he’d learned what lesson from. He eventually shook his head and followed Jason further into the apartment. “They’re essentially people that come back from the dead because they’re too angry to stay dead. But they usually pass on again once that anger is satiated, so that’s why I didn’t notice before- woah, that’s a lot of weapons.”

Jason was luckily saved from having a mild existential crisis when Danny noticed his wall of weapons. Was this how the two kids had felt when Raven had given their state of existence a name? Weird. Anyway, “Do they make you uncomfortable?” he asked, ready to hide them if he needed to, and flopping on the couch to dig his burger out of the bag, gesturing for Danny to join him.

“No. I was just surprised to see so many. I actually grew up with a basement full of dangerous stuff. My parents-” His voice cut off as his heart skipped several beats at the mention of his parents. He had half the thought that this was probably what it was going to be like now, just casually dropping an emotional bomb on himself in casual conversation. He probably would have cried again, but at the moment he didn’t have anything left to give yet. Luckily Jason pulled him out of that slump by patting the couch next to him again.

“C’mon, enough chatter. You ever seen Pride and Prejudice?” he prompted, grabbing the remote with the hand that wasn’t holding his burger.

“....Not this realm’s version,” Danny responded quietly after swallowing the lump in his throat back into his chest. If it was even close to the same story he had in his realm it would be a good enough distraction. He could just sit and watch a movie, pretending he was just over at a friend’s house for the night and everything was actually just fine.

Making himself comfortable on the couch, Danny eventually got around to pulling his own bat burger from the bag and unwrapping it. They had gotten it with the idea that he could try it, and if he felt sick Jason would finish it and make him something else. But as Danny bit into it he found in the moment he didn’t care if he ended up sick from it. Technically it had been almost three months since he’d had a good hamburger. And while he’d been unconscious for most of that time he still felt like this was the best thing he’d eaten in a long time. Alfred’s cooking was great, but it had still been rather mild compared to the juicy meal. Jason just chuckled and hummed in agreement when Danny made a noise of delight, reaching for a few fries as the movie started.

It was a good distraction for as long as the food lasted. And even after the meal was finished Danny eventually ended up wedged up against Jason and half buried under a blanket, staring at the tv screen with a half lidded gaze as he tried to keep from thinking about anything in particular. It wasn’t quite as blissfully comfortable as the couch in the manor study, but it still brought a sense of peaceful comfort that made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he would be okay. Maybe he would handle it better this time than the time before that the literal ghost of time had to pop up and make him correct his mistakes so some evil version of himself wouldn’t exist in the future. It was already pretty different this time anyway. He had more friends now. And his sisters and home realm friends were still there. And also Vlad was nowhere to be found, so it wasn’t like he could give himself a corrupted power boost by eating the man’s ghost half. That was a plus. Probably. Danny felt bad for even considering it was a good thing Vlad was gone for good now, but he tried not to dwell on it long. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. After all, Clockwork and the Observants-

Danny suddenly shot upright with a gasp, thoughts cascading into his mind as he remembered a series of facts he once thought were disjointed suddenly became potentially connected.

“What’s wrong?” Jason asked, immediately concerned and wondering if he needed to grab a bucket.

Danny took a second to respond, the jumble of thoughts in his head needing a moment to settle before he could figure out how to make words with his voice. “Nothing,” he dismissed, but realized that was obviously not the case, so made himself elaborate a little. “I just realized Dani doesn’t have a reliable source of ectoplasm. I’m going to have to figure something out, I don’t want her to be tied down to me,” he rambled, running a hand through his hair and trying to calm himself down. It wasn’t a good idea for two people to be relying on one person’s energy anyway. “Didn’t… Did someone say before that Raven could access the Infinite Realms? To get some? Do you think she could teach us?”

Something felt a little off about Danny’s response, but the words he said made sense and made it hard for Jason to act on his subtle gut feeling of wariness. They would need another source of ectoplasm, for both of the half ghost kids. And Raven was the one that had gotten the last supply…. Perhaps Jason would just go along with what Danny was thinking for now, and just make sure he didn’t get himself into too much trouble. “... Yeah. I can text Damian to contact her,” he offered, grabbing his phone to do just that.

“Could she start it tomorrow?” Danny asked, twisting to look at Jason, and then adding “The sooner the better, right? And it’ll give me something to do other than wallow in despair.”

Another weird comment, but Jason just made note of it and followed along. “Sure. Makes sense. I’ll see if they’re available after school.”

“Thanks…,” Danny bid, flopping back down. That would give him more than enough time to sleep even though it was already well after midnight. And it was true that he would appreciate having something to do other than get lost in his head. He was already starting to feel better now that some ideas on actions were forming in his mind. Tomorrow then. And for tonight he could just enjoy the simple movie about rich people's problems. “...This is a good movie, by the way.”

“You know it,” Jason huffed in agreement.

Tomorrow will be better

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I had Staying by Koda on repeat when writing this one.

I feel like I forgot how to draw because I ended up in a hyperfixation just writing for like a week straight and didn't draw for that time X'D Totally stole Jason's apartment layout and colors from Wayne Family Adventures.

I'm excited for the next part BD

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cjsmalley · 9 hours ago

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Gideon Screws Up;

A portal opened just as Gideon was blasted away by Wyatt’s shielding.

“Wyatt, Patrick!” new voices entered the fray as Gideon looked up to find a crowd of adults, adults he did not recognize.

One of the women reached into Wyatt’s shielding and picked up the boys without a problem, Patrick crying out with relief, “Am!”

“You’re okay, bud, we gotcha.” The woman nuzzled each boy before opening another portal as easily as breathing and stepping through.

“No!” Gideon shot lightning from his hands, but the woman dodged fluidly.

“Sam!” called one of the ghostly people, panicked and worried.

“We’re okay,” Sam called back, “just deal with the frootloop!”

The portal snapped shut behind her.

Gideon stood up on shaky legs, “Whoever you are, you must return those children, they must be destroyed! You don’t—”

“Oh, we understand enough, fuckwit,” said a man in a red helmet, aiming guns at the Elder, “seen this play out, thanks. Your assassination attempts woulda turned those boys evil!”

“I am doing—”

“Enough.” Said the older white-haired ghost.

Gideon chanted a short spell, quickly under his breath, and yet the spirit remained.

“So, let’s add attempted exorcism of the King to your crimes why don’t we,” the spirit chuckled darkly, his green eyes blazing, “lemme introduce myself; I am the Ghost King, Danny Phantom. The woman you shot lightning at is my wife, the Queen, Sam Phantom. You have attempted murder on two souls in my possession and protection. Our nephews, Patrick Halliwell-Turner and Wyatt Matthew Halliwell. You have attempted their murder due to Seeing a possible future and believing it set in stone,” Danny floated closer, smirking cruelly, “even now, I show mercy. The Charmed Ones and their husbands wanted to kill you themselves. I will not have them bloody their hands for the likes of you.”

Gideon tried to Orb out but found he couldn’t.

“Anti-Apparation wards,” spoke another man, a witch of some sort if his wand was to go by, “Hello, I’m Harry Potter, you messed with my nephews…by the way, your colleagues should be coming any second…now…”

Several people portal in, each looking furious with Gideon.

The Elders did not take justice into their own hands, did not kill children, and Gideon had nearly broken both the ultimate taboo and their best witches.

At the same time, Sam arrived in Halliwell Manor, quickly handing off the boys to their respective parents.

“Mom?” Paige asked leadingly.

“Your Dad and the Elders are taking care of Gideon,” Sam promised darkly, “he won’t be able to try this again. Don’t worry, he has Harry and Jason with h—Oh!”

Both Phoebe and Piper had barreled into Sam, hanging off her in tight hugs, “Thank you! Thank you!”

Sam hugged them back, smiling softly, “It was nothing. The boys are home safe and sound, Danny’s gonna make sure Gideon’s deader than dead.”

And Danny and the Elders did.

Gideon was tried, convicted, executed, tried again in the Realms, and shattered.

The Elders were profusely apologetic to the Halliwells but the witches were now wary of them. Their best Whitelighter was now wary of them.

Gideon had caused quite the mess and it would take years to clean it up.

Wished Away 9

Tylers meet Phantoms:

“Christ, Mum,” Rose said as she took in how Jackie, Pete, and Tony were dressed, “we’re just meetin’—”

“Royalty!” Jackie squeaked. They were all done up like they were meeting the Queen at Buckingham Palace itself!

“Honestly, Mum, they don’t care,” Rose rolled her eyes, grabbing her mother’s wrist and tugging her through the console room and to the wardrobe room, “I told ya ta dress casually. Let’s just hope the Ol�� Girl has clothes fer ya.”

It took about an hour to get everyone redressed, in things much more casual but still nice, before Rose led them back to the console room.

Jackie was clearly anxious, “Are ya—”

“’m sure, Mum. Danny an’ Sam don’t do formal unless they have ta. Unless you’re an annoying subject or someone threatenin’ war, ya don’t even have ta call ‘em by their titles. They’re just Danny an’ Sam ta family.”

“Lookie what I found,” Jenny bounded from the innards of the TARDIS, holding a tiny bike helmet.

She went to her toddler uncle and put it on him, making sure it fit right, “Landings in the Realms are worse than normal ones. The TARDIS does Her best but the Realms give her…nausea? A headache? She just doesn’t do good.”

“Oh, goody,” Jackie said lowly, hugging a strut for dear life already.

“Let me protect Anthony,” Bad Wolf came out, holding out her arms; without hesitation, Pete handed his son over.

Bad Wolf settled Tony in her arms, against her chest and shoulder, and then spread her feet and crouched slightly, clearly bracing for impact; she stayed steady even as the TARDIS began Her flight.

Everyone else was thrown about the console room, the Doctor and Jenny barely holding on to work the console, but Bad Wolf and Tony did not move an inch.

The landing was rough, just as Jenny said it would be, throwing even the Time Lords to the grated floor before the TARDIS stopped quaking.

Jenny recovered first and stood up, rubbing her shoulder, to peek out the doors, “We’re in the Palace. Uncle Danny and Aunt Sam are waiting…”

Slowly, everyone picked themselves up and Rose reemerged, straightening with some popping from her knees.

Jenny led the procession out, racing to hug a man and a woman, “Uncle Danny, Aunt Sam! How’re you?”

Danny and Sam chuckled and hugged her as one, “Good, doing good. You?”

“Perfect!”

She let go of them to drag Jackie, who was hesitant, forward, “This’s my Gran, Jackie. Mum’s side, duh. Completely human. He’s my step-granddad, Pete, and Mum’s holding my uncle, Tony.”

“Yer Majesties,” Jackie tried to curtsy even though she was in trousers, “an honor ta—”

“Oh, enough,” Sam chuckled, “didn’t they tell you? We don’t do formalities with family.”

“Family?” Jackie’s eyes were wide, “I know Rose said—but—”

“We count Clockwork as family,” Danny explained, “and he’s claimed the Doctor as family. The Doctor and Jenny. Rose’s basically married in by this point. Common-law, you understand. That makes her family our family. Welcome to the Palace, your home in the Infinite Realms.”

“My god,” Pete muttered, somewhat disbelieving.

“Not a god, not yet anyways,” Danny winked.

“Where’s Dani?” Jenny burst out, “Is she still in school?”

Sam grinned, “With Anakin, in the nursery. We let her stay home today.”

“Oh, Gran! Can I introduce Tony to Anakin? Please!” Jenny nearly begged.

“Anakin’s our youngest,” Danny explained kindly, “around Tony’s age, actually. We also have a nanny looking after them, Nanny Clara. He’d be perfectly safe.”

“Well…” Jackie looked to her husband, who nodded, “if you’re sure.”

Jenny cheered and took Tony from Rose, dashing off with him deeper into the Palace.

“Jenny knows the Palace as well as anyone,” Sam assured, “and if she gets lost, she can flag down a servant for help. She’s heading directly for the nursery. It’s the most defensible part of the Palace.

Danny stood up, helping Sam, “C’mon, we can talk over food; stay close, Tylers. Doctor?”

“Rose and I can bring up the rear,” the Doctor agreed, taking Rose’s hand as they began walking.

The Palace was a gothic masterpiece, in a very literal sense, though even Sam had wearied of all the gloom and had sought artists and artwork to fill the halls, soft, plush carpets and tapestries to keep the warmth, glassworks to fill the once barred windows. Statues and busts dotted the hallways, some classical, some avant garde

Masters had given their masterpieces, their magnum opuses; they were paid handsomely of course, in either coin or material.

Oils, watercolors, acrylics, textiles, glass, all created for Her Majesty the Ghost Queen. For His Majesty the Ghost King.

It wasn’t yet a riot of color, nor would it ever be, but it was more alive.

Jackie gasped and the group stopped, turning as one to see what had captured her attention.

“When they said the family was huge…”

Ah, it was the most recent family portrait; all the children were gathered around Danny and Sam, all in formal wear.

“We…sometimes people sell the souls of children to me,” Danny started, causing her and Pete to whip around to him in horror, “I know, it’s horrible, isn’t it? But anyways, we adopt the kids. Only Dani—Danielle—isn’t adopted.”

He pointed out each child and gave their backstory.

“Good Lord, you were young!” Pete said at Damian’s story.

“Old enough to be king,” Danny shrugged helplessly, “it…it wasn’t easy, we had help, so much help, and we made mistakes…”

“All parents do,” Jackie told him softly.

“So we’ve been told,” Sam smiled just as softly, “and we’ve learned and made new ones with each kid.”

Danny coughed and continued to point out kids and tell stories, until all had been covered and then they moved on.

As they neared the dining room, Danielle and Jenny joined them with each holding a toddler.

“Oh my,” Jackie said, taking in the Anakin Skywalker; she knew who he grew up to be, or would have if he had not been adopted.

“We’re hungry, Dad,” Danielle said.

Danny waved them into the dining room where the smaller table was already set for a meal; there were two chairs with booster seats and Jenny and Danielle put Tony and Anakin in them before sitting beside them and helping them get food.

The group chatted over the meal, Jackie and Pete slowly relaxing at how easy going the Royals were, and generally had good cheer.

After the meal was done, Jenny asked, “Do we put their photo up on the family wall now? I know you’ve got me, Dad, and Mum…”

Danny chuckled, “We can, if they’re okay with it.”

“Family wall?” Pete questioned.

“We keep walls of pictures of the extended family,” Sam explained easily, “you know, like Rose, the Doctor, and Jenny. Harry’s and Neville’s parents. Damian’s paternal birth-family. The Royal Portrait is just the immediate royal family. The walls are for everyone and everything else.”

Danny and Sam led the group out of the dining room and down another hallway; the walls were plastered with photographs. Some were professional, most were candid and amateur.

A common camera sat on a small round table; a high-end camera but nothing too expensive or professional.

Danny picked it up, saying, “If Jackie, Pete, and Tony don’t mind—”

Jackie decided it would be a family photograph and dragged the Doctor in; Rose and Jenny came without complaint.

Danny took a set of pictures.

After that was done, it was decided it was time for the Tylers to leave, taking pity on the still disgruntled TARDIS.

They were, however, invited to the next family gathering.

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writingoddess1125 · 21 hours ago

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Crocodile Beauty and Beast Effect

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Welp this one won by a damn landslide! Hope you enjoy!

Crocodile x FemReader

⚠️ WARNINGS: ⚠️ Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, Murder (This is Crocodile afterall..), Sexual Harrassment (Not from Crocodile), Sexual Inuendo (From Crocodile-)

• Crocodile is not know to me a man of affection or kindness. Seen as a Cruel man who murders on a whim and will laugh in the face of any he strikes down. Heartless to the core..

• However he does have a heart-

• You. His Dessert Rose-

• His Wife

• The one he hides from the world as his most precious of treasures. Something worth more then any diamond or even the One Peice itself.

• However while most would expect some locked up princess or women tied to some bedpost crying to be free-

• But I think his spouse wouldn't be some damsel, It would get on his nerves too damn much and hed probably lash out- Or someone who yells back at him, that would just end up with someone dead.

• You however are perfect-

• A quiet women, dressed in comfortable but luxury clothes often found reading or writing- Listening to music and humming along to yourself.

• No extreme dresses, having full authority of the home(s) you occupied and as much freedom as desired within reason-. Often venturing to the market or making trades with locals to get something that caught your eye.

• Truthfully the only thing that would really indicate you were of a super high bracket was the fat ring on your finger that you were sure cost more then a few islands put together.

• Sure you found it a bit- Gaudy (It was tacky as hell) but you knew your husband was proud of it so you wore it with pride.

• You're a author by trade, You also repair rare books and a avid collector of antique literature.

• A fairly lucrative trade, which earned well before you got married to Sir Crocodile. However due to his well.. impressive wealth your was rendered now a nice well paying hobby-

• Still you did it often advertising when you were in town, and you did your trade incredibly well. Even if Crocodile insisted you didn't have to work and he would take care of your needs-

•Which was mainly him wanting you to stay by his side and spoil you rotten.

• "You do not have to work- You are more then welcome to lounge and do nothing" Crocodile said calmly as he watched you gently repair the endpaper of a antique book someone had commissioned.

"No, I enjoy this" You say simply, dipping your brush in more glue. Not even looking up to Crocodile.

Then making him growl in annoyance.

"What if I demand you to quit- You wouldnt be able to stop me if I did My Flower" He chimes, giving a dark almost sinister grin down at you as he took a huff of his cigar.

You calmly set your brush down, Looking up to him with a sharp gaze and narrowed eyes.

"Try."

That ended that conversation fairly fast as he allowed you to do as you pleased.. if not grumbling about it under his breath.

• You didn't take shit from anyone let alone your husband.

• However you don't need to scream or yell, A sharp look and a tight frown are all is needed to make him stop- at least enough to listen to a opposing opinion

• Besides if you do raise your voice it's for a damn good reason-

And for Crocodile he'd make sure you only need to raise your voice saying his name in the bedroom

• The man however adores you- head over heels, He loves you in every which way imaginable.

• Just as Much as you love him- He may be gruff and crass but you love every bit of him, No part of either you is unloved.

• Especially on Crocodile side- in a very perverted sense.. He is fast to strike if he sees you bend over for paper, or fast to lift your skirt if it's short enough- Paired with using his sand to his advantages

• Sand does like to find itself in crevices- Much to your annoyance.

• Despite this he does deeply respects you- Your thoughts, Your feelings- He takes what you say into consideration.. Even if he has to swallow his pride.

Sir Crocodile paced in his office, Face twisted up in that crooked smile of his as he layed out his next plan of attack on the Marines always telling you what his next moves would be in full detail as he knew youd provide the best feedback.

"It is perfect, I know it is my Flower, What are your thoughts?"

He said proudly, looking to you seated on his desk right were he had placed you. Your eyes however down cast to some paper next to you as you wrote something down.

You silently hold out what you had been writing, Crocodile raising a brow as he snatches them and looks them over-

There you had written a more polished version of his plan, making his face twist up in confusion as he read over it.

"You changed the timing, and location of the attack. Why?"

"The area you're planning is prone to storms that time of year so it makes sense the Marines will use a different route to avoid it- Paired with when they head out. It allows you to also use that channel to the left which flows fast, Letting you have control of the situation"

He looked to you now thinking it over.

"How would you know something like that?-"

"We were talking about the weather over there last week since I had to wait to ship one of the commissioned books I was telling you about-"

You say plainly, smiling softly as you see your husband face twist in a fake frown at you.

"I hate it when you do that-"

You can't help bit giggle, watching as he leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of your head in a silent thanks.

• It was often you two would share moments like this- You having him read over your manuscripts and you reading over his plans.

• While he was prideful and stubborn- You were the thing to help curve that and force him to listen to reason.

• Somwhat-

• You know deep down he is possessive and obsessive- He likes to keep what is his, and sees you as such. While you are free to do as you please, you know in the back of your head if he truly wanted you'd be locked away forever-

• Always seconds away from being snagged in his jaws and never see the light of day again.

• If it wasn't for your nature and you suspect his respect he has for you- You doubt you'd be in the position you are in to have the level of control or freedom you possess.

• Crocodile may act as the Head. However you are the neck that turns it- Or in your case the mild winds that can change the direction of a Raging storm.

• While Crocodile does not like to bring you to the eyes of others- But he does take you with him.

• He didn't like the idea of keeping you too far away having a desire to keep an eye on important things-

• If he is on a mission he will stash you on a island far enough from any real damage but at least a short sail away.

• It always does tickle your funny bone watching how he does this- Sort of reminds you of a paranoid squirrel.

• Looking in different spots to hide resources before digging it back up to hide in a different spot.

• But you never minded, Honestly preferring to stay more to the side lines- hidden away in his hiding spots to stay safe.

• You'd heard second hand how, unkind the pirating world could be so knew that if you were exposed it wouldn't be a very good experience.

• However fate seemed to say nope to your plans to stay to the side.

• It took only one incident to bring you to the forefront unfortunately..

You had been brought to the Cross Guild, seemingly Crocodile having deemed it important enough and somewhat safe to bring you here- You assumed it was due to the time he needed to be here.

Already silently choosing to stay in more private quarters- There was a lot of people, loud ones at that.. Having heard the crowd and feeling like the large bed and nice room was good enough..

Till you got hungry-

And by the noise with even with how far your room was from the main building you could hear how rowdy it was. Assuming anyone working in the kitchens wouldn't be able to assist for some time.

Truthfully from the noise alone you hoped those poor kitchen workers got paid well.

But no matter- You had no problem getting something yourself anyway.

It was a rather long walk to the main Guild, having easily been able to follow the flow of the hallways to where the main kitchens would be.

Having only briefly paused by a large archway when you heard that signature cackle-

'HE HEH HE'

Taking a peak through it was incredibly packed it seemed, You could see your husband not far off. A smile playing softly on your lips as you saw him there cackling and drinking, tormenting a blue haired clown it seemed for his own amusement, shaking your head softly at his antics- Stepping back as you went to continue your task at hand till you bumped into something.

Looking up as a rather dumpy looking pirate, a drunk one at that stared down at you.

"Woah! You're a pretty one- I thought they only had ugly whores here"

The smell of liquor on his breath made your nose wrinkle, finding him rather disgusting even in talking paired with his appearance...

"Im not an escort... I'm heading elsewhere- Excuse me" You say, Attempting to walk past him but he moved fast blocking your path fast.

"Hold On! I wasnt done- how much?" He asked, now a bit more aggressively.

"Im not a escort.. Let me through-" You say sharply. A peg of worry now going through you as he seemed to he blocking your main points kmof exit- Just large enough you could tell if you tried to move he would grab you fast.

"Still, You gotta have some sort of price, I'll make it worth your while" He sneered before grabbing your wrist hard pulling it up above your head forcing you closer to him- Your chest now touching his body to your disgust.

"HEY! Let Go of Me!" You scream out, trying to pull your wrist from him-

Feeling his free hand drift far too close to your hip-

Before you felt what could only feel like bloodlust fill the air almost choking you out.

There all hell broke lose, a slam of sand hitting the man as his hand felt like it almost dissolved from around your wrist-

Your eyes closed tightly as a yelp left you from the force as you heard the grinding of bone, wet flesh not far from you and noises you'd never want to hear ever again from a living creature- Squinting your eyes only slightly to see what was visible of your husband.

His body was nothing short of a storm with only specks of his body visible, other innocent people also getting pelted by the storm now in the building.

He was enraged- His face was twisted up as he had even dropped the cigar that usually hung from his lips, his face a twisted up growl.

"Stop" You say through the storm before you, hand reaching out gripping on the gold hook you could make out from the swirls of sand.

What could be seen of Crocodile head snapping down to look at you as you stood to his side your hand raised to block the sand blowing on your face and body. The winds picking at your clothes as you struggled to even stand.

However just like that the sand dropped- Going from a Raging sand storm to almost soft sands on a beach around you- his large form once again visible.

"... (Y/N).. You alright my Flower?"

He said rather softly, looking to you as the sand slowly started to return to him and leaving your clothes and hair- While he placed a large hand on your shoulder as his eyes darted around you, seemingly checking you over to make sure you weren't harmed by the drunk pirate.. or himself.

"Yes.. Was just a bit startled is all"

You admit, Coming down yourself from it all having not felt the force of Crocodile so angry in a incredibly long time-

You turn a bit to look behind you where you had heard what used to be a man however Crocodile hand moved fast from your shoulder to touch your cheek to stop from turning. His eyes saying it all..

This was not something for your eyes to see.

"What brought you down here Love?"

"I was just coming to grab dinner and-"

"Next time Come straight to me- I'll handle it all, Now I thought you were working on that latest book of yours?"

He cuts you off quick started to guide you back to the room with a hand on your lower back making his coat cover you from prying eyes- You can see he is still upset and know it's for the best to put him to ease speaking about your writing so far to him and staying close to him.

Crocodile listened closely, waving to servents to clean up his mess and bring the two of you dinner- before he gave a single glance back at the whole Guild as if silently threatening them all continuing on his way with you to your shared Quarters.

All of the guild now dead silent and watching- Even Buggy and Mihawk both sharing a look of- well concern...

Having never thought they would see the day someone stopped the very very short tempered Warlord with a single word.

It was frightening-

Also seeing that Sir Crocodile was angry enough he hadn't even bothered to dehydrate the poor man like how he normally did-

He had shredded him and leaving a bloody mess on the floor. A gorey and gruesome fate most would never think he was capable of-

It was there they all thought the exact same thing. Each member now terrified to get too drunk as they all looked at the bloody mess.

There was a person who was both held captive by the beast as well as controlled it.

And she wore a big gaudy ring-

#x reader #one piece #one peice x reader #one peice live action #sir crocodile #sir crocodile x reader #crocodile x reader #one piece crocodile #crocodile #op crocodile #crocodile one piece #x femreader #x female reader

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lunajay33 · 16 hours ago

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Searching for You Part.3

•🪽🧺🧟‍♀️•

Summary: Reader and Daryl have been together since you were teens, you have crazy news for him but then the world falls apart and your searching for him every second

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warning: Pregnant

Part.2

•Masterlist•

Its been two months since the attack in the farm, separating me from the love of my life, from the people I grew to call my close friends, even Andrea left me alone but thankfully I was able to escape the hoard and found a near by farm house that still had some food left, I packed what I could, blankets, clothes, water and food and took a truck, the truck didn’t last long till it ran out of gas and I was left to walk on foot, now 7 months pregnant everyday was was a struggle just praying I’d find Daryl in time to give birth

After lots of alone time thinking I’ve decided that if my little Dixon is a girl I’m going to name her Lilah it seems fitting, Lilah Dixon

Winter came and it was harder with the scarce food supplies, I came across a house with a random dog food can smashed against a wall and some owl feathers scattered across the floor, the house was cleaned of any food that could’ve been there, I found a big enough coat that fit around my belly that would help me keep warm

Months went by and now any second I’m waiting for my water to break adding more stress, but atleast the snow was now melting, walking along train tracks like Daryl always taught me to do I found a prison, for some reason I felt a pull and I decide to check it out, maybe they still have an emergency food supply

I drag my feet exhausted, covered in walker blood and dirt and just my luck there’s a chain around the gate and post, I sigh resting my head against the chain link

“Please god I know I don’t pray much but please just this once give me a break” at that moment the door to the watch tower just behind the gate opens and out comes a darker skinned beautiful woman with a sword at the ready

“Please help me I’m about to pop any day and I just don’t want to be alone” I say desperate as my voice waivers

She lowers her katana and smiles as she undoes the chain and lets me in before looking it behind me

“Thank you so much, is it just you here?” I ask as we walk up to the prison

“No there was a group here before me, secured the place and have been doing pretty well”

“Seems we both got lucky, I won’t be in your hair for long I just need some food and time to have my baby and I’ll be on my way, back to finding my husband”

“We’ve got a guy here, goes out everyday looking for his wife, poor guy” as we get close to the prison I see a truck, a mini van and…….motorcycle, I’d notice that motorcycle anywhere, I wobble over to it tracing my hand over it

“Who owns this” I cry looking back at her

“His name is Daryl” she says confused

“Take me to him NOW” I suck in a breath and she shows me inside the cell block, and I see Maggie, Beth, Rick Carl sat around a table I almost fall to me knees

“Y/n?” Maggie said as she got up and came and gave me a hug

The others circling around with bright smiles but I was only looking for one face

“What the hells goin on down here” that voice makes me weak in the knees like it always did

The group parts and the world stops and it’s just me and Daryl, he drops his cross bow and comes straight for me pulling me in right and breathing me in

“I thought I lost ya but I never gave up Angel” he whimpers

“I knew I’d find you D, it’s been hard alone but I kept going for you and our little girl” his hands come down to rest on my big belly and I feel her kick right into his hands

“We missed you” I smile

“Trust us when we say he’s missed you more, he’s kept a whole bin of baby things he’d get when he went out saying one day he’d give them to his baby” Carl laughed

“Can I see, I’ve been alone for months I just want you to talk to me about all the things you got us” I sigh into his chest

The others gave us some space and we went up to his cell wear he took off my worn down shoes and helped lay me on my side

“I found this pink jumper fer when she gets cold, found these bottles, some pacifiers fer when she cries, a baby blanket that’s brown and pink cause I know ya love that, got ya some fluffy pajamas fer after the baby so yer comfortable, and all yer favorite snacks I could find” he showed me each one like he was the happiest kid in a candy store

“I can’t believe you got all this for me and Lilah, I can’t wait to show her all this but for now can you just hold me while I sleep” I yawn not being able to get a full nights sleep in so long

He got in the bed next to me and held me tight and covering me up

“I’ve never leaving ya again my love, I’ll be here when ya wake up”

•

I woke up abruptly to a harsh pressure in my belly then the bed under me was wet and a contraction came on strong making me gasp

“Daryl wake up!” I cry and he’s up immediately picking me up and bringing me to Hershel’s cell

“Hershel she’s in labour” the poor man woke up startled and got his crutches as we made our way to the medical room of the hospital

He laid me down softly and pushed my hair back kissing me on the cheek

“I’m scared D, I thought I could do this what if I’m not good enough” I cry as they get me ready

“Hey yer the strongest woman i know, ya made yer way back ta me and i know ya can do this, she’s almost here” hours of screaming and crying I finally hear it, little cries, Hershel cleans her up and hands her to me

“Ya were right, a lil girl” Daryl says as he sits on the bed holding us both

“I can’t believe she’s here, our Lilah, she looks just like you D, brown hair, cute blue eyes”

“But she’s as pretty as you, now get some rest our family is finally together”

•

Short one but just didn’t want to leave the story unfinished!!

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spr1ngtweaks · 2 days ago

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I dunno if you take requests before but if you do, can you do a prompt or headcanons on what will it been like if a main protagonist was taken by Harley and turn them into some kind of toy? (I think a yellow test dummy looking one)

It’ll be interesting to see how Harley handle the protagonist after their surgery both in before AND after the Hour of Joy( especially if Harley meet them again in Chapter 4 ), maybe even wanting to capture them again by using Yarnaby and possibly bring them back again

Here’s how I imagine it could play out:

Before the Hour of Joy: The Experimentation Phase

Harley’s Initial Interest: The protagonist likely intrigued Harley in some way—perhaps their resilience, intelligence, or just being a perfect candidate for his "art." He wouldn't just view them as another experiment; they'd be something special.

Surgical Process: The protagonist would endure the full transformation process—stitched together with synthetic skin, joints reinforced with Playtime Co.'s flexible polymer, and their body repurposed to function as a living toy.

Harley’s Behavior Toward Them:

He'd treat them as a prized creation rather than just another test subject. He'd talk to them like an artist admiring their latest sculpture, possibly even calling them by a new name rather than their original one.

His tone would be unsettlingly affectionate, almost like how he talks to Yarnaby—but with an added sense of control and ownership.

If the protagonist resisted, he might respond with eerie patience, reassuring them: "Shh, shh… you'll understand soon enough. I made you better, don't you see? You should be thanking me."

If they complied or acted broken, he'd be overjoyed, claiming it as proof that his work is “perfect.”

After the Hour of Joy: A Toy Left Behind

Protagonist Escapes or Is Left to Rot: If the protagonist managed to escape or was simply abandoned after the massacre, they’d be in a strange limbo—no longer fully human, but not quite like the other toys either.

Harley’s Absence: Without Harley around to “care” for them, they might be struggling with the side effects of their transformation—glitches, memory loss, motor control issues, or even a growing need for maintenance.

Other Toys’ Perception: Depending on how human-like they still seem, other sentient toys may view them as either an ally, a curiosity, or a freakish mistake left behind by Harley.

Chapter 4: Harley Meeting Them Again

Harley’s Reaction to Seeing Them Again:

Shocked, yet ecstatic—he thought they were lost, and now they’ve come back to him.

Immediately fixates on “fixing” them if they appear damaged or rebellious.

Could get sentimental, saying things like: "Oh, look at you... You're still walking. Still fighting. But you're unraveling, aren't you? You need me. You always did."

Would He Try to Capture Them Again?

Absolutely. He wouldn't be able to let them go now that he knows they survived.

Might send Yarnaby after them, either as a hunter or a luring tactic.

If he gets his hands on them, he might not repeat the same mistakes as before—maybe restraining them in a way that prevents them from escaping, or reprogramming them further.

Guilt-tripping them into staying: "Why are you running? I made you beautiful… you were supposed to stay."

Potential Endgame Possibilities

Protagonist Fully Succumbs: They might slowly lose their humanity and become more of an obedient toy, either willingly or through force.

Harley’s "Greatest Masterpiece": If he succeeds in bringing them back, he could present them as his perfect creation in whatever twisted project he’s working on.

Revenge or Redemption: The protagonist might be able to confront Harley and put an end to him, breaking free from his control permanently.

A Twisted Partnership: If Harley convinces them to stay, they could become his assistant, helping him in his experiments, whether by choice or manipulation.

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thevoidscreams · 14 hours ago

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hello! I can ask for something from the emperor of mankind.

the reader being a perpetual who is the legitimate wife of the emperor but they fought over her decision to separate her soul in two (star Child), which is why she was hiding for a long time traveling from planet to planet.

But Magnus luckily finds her and tells her father, knowing what she was like from her conversations before her capsules were taken away by the warp.

The angry emperor plans to lock her in the palace until they reconcile, after all she is his only love in his entire long life along with his children needing to meet their mother and her possible new siblings who will be born in the coming months. (some predator/prey, size kink, breeding, rough sex)

The wording of your question confuses because the emperor split his soul, removing his love, compassion and humanity, so he'd be able to face Horus in battle and be able to kill his son without the pain of killing his son, which is where Starchild came from. So I'm gonna have to screw around with the plot to actually make this work, but I will try my best to not completely overhaul the whole ask. But I don't think I can make the Starchild thing make sense, I'm sorry.

Warnings for: predator/prey, size kink, breeding, rough sex.

Word count: 3627

The whole point of planet hopping had been to make yourself as in-findable as possible. To just be a face in the crowds of trillions if not more people across the galaxy. To stay away from your lunatic of a husband as much as humanly possible. But the luck had to run dry at some point. The jig had to be up, but what you didn't expect was for it to be up at the hands of your son. You knew him even before he'd spoken a word to you. This behemoth you'd never even met. You knew the feel of his soul and the gentle touch of his mind. You had not known his name, he was taken from you before you'd even even held him. But you knew he was yours. He seemed to understand that as well. The first title he addressed you by, almost in total shock was 'Mother', as he'd dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your hand as tears misted his singular eye. You did not run from him. Why? You couldn't be certain, perhaps it was because your love was so instant when you'd seen him, a deep hollowing ache that had been eating at you since the capsules had been taken. Since that fool you called your husband confessed to you what he'd done. The deals he'd made and the promises he'd broken. The knowledge that he'd consorted with the very dark powers he'd condemned so often and so long had been too much and you'd fought with him, for many days and nights. Both shouting and screaming in a way so uncharacteristic of you both, saying things that could not be taken back. When he'd told you that perhaps your marriage had been a mistake in the heat of his anger you'd had enough of him, leaving that night without his knowledge, not even leaving a note as you trekked across the stars under the guise of a merchant going to set up shop on one of the other worlds inhabited by your kind. The ease with which you left had shocked even you. But you needed time away from him. Away from the dying Terra to gather your thoughts and decide what you really needed. You hadn't expected to ever be back on Terra, but Magnus was highly praised for bringing you home. "So are we just not going to talk about what happened?" You demanded as the Emperor brought you into the palace, which had been very fortified by whom you did not know then. You'd come to learn it was another of your sons. Dorn. "My love, it is history, what happened between us, the fighting, the hurt, it is all behind us." "Behind you maybe." You'd sniped and he clenched his fists in anger. "We have our sons again. Now you can be the mother you were meant to be. Before you abandoned this family." His words cut but you knew that hashing it out would only lead to more fighting. You were tired from fighting and running, so you dropped it for another time. Your husband, who was still legally your husband, even if he didn't feel like it at the time, had recalled all his children. All of your children. The sons who you'd dreamed of for years on end. Suddenly they were all there. Having traveled to meet you, their mother.

Your heart ached to meet them for so long, and you finally could, but the lost time when they had been gone still tore at your heart. The first time meeting brought many tears and often on both sides. Horus had held you close to his chest for almost an hour. And you found that it was like you had known him forever, even if you had only just met. Sanguinius and Vulkan were much the same. Others were more reserved. You found Roboute to be an excellent conversationalist, and the warmth you felt when he told you that he'd been cared for by a woman named Tarasha had eased some of your worries.

As they trickled in one by one you met almost all of them. All but two, and you wept harder than you had in a long time to learn of their fates. The emperor, a man you had held so much vitriol for, a man who you'd run from for so many years was the one to hold you as you wept, despite the fact you did not want him to at first. He held you, kissing your forehead as you poured out your misery into his chest.

It was the first time you'd let him touch you after your return. He'd carried you to bed after you'd cried yourself to sleep in his arms. Despite the loss you endeavored to make the most of the time you had with your sons, coming to know their personalities and their quirks and you loved them all the more for it.

When they left you felt so empty again. The laughter and discussions around the palace were replaced by silence and shadows.

You had taken solace in Malcador of all men, he was a good sounding board for thoughts and feelings. And he cared in a way that only truly old friends could. "He tore the palace apart that morning." Malcador had told you over a cup of tea one evening. "The morning after the night you left. The whole of the planet was put on high alert and he had the custodes look for you, they combed the planet, then the moon, and every other planet in the system. He was beside himself with grief. First his sons, then you."

You wished the words didn't cut as deeply as they did. You wished you could scoff and tell Malcador that you were glad for his pain. But you couldn't, because you had hurt too. After leaving, clinging to the threads of your anger to shield you from the torment you'd felt inside.

"I guess we both said and did some pretty dumb things." You whispered, trembling you hadn't even realized you were crying until Malcador reached out and brushed a tear off your cheek. "You still love him." Malcador observed, it wasn't a question, but a statement of fact that even you could not deny. "He still loves you as well." The words hit you like a hammer, and the tears came more freely. "I don't know what to do." You cried, the sigillite stood, and rounded the table to place a hand on your shoulder. "It will do you no good to dwell on it, and to keep hurting yourself the way you are. Pushing him away is only hurting you both." "I just want things to be like they were before." "That will never be. You can only move forward from here. The past cannot be rewritten, but you hold the quill as you move forward with your own story." He left you with that and you let his words resonate for a long time, deciding what you would do. You made your way down the halls still re-familiarizing your way to and from places, and growing accustomed to the title of empress as serfs bowed and greeted you as you passed. His room was not hard to find. You had been there before. It used to be your room as well. You knocked, and where bid to enter. The emperor's expression lightened as you came in. "You do not have to knock, this is your room as well." He told you, smiling softly. "I've been away a long time. It didn't feel right to just walk in. What if you'd been indecent?"

That only made him laugh. "It would be nothing you hadn't seen before." You made your way over to him, where he was considering some of the books in his personal collection. You weren't sure what the future would hold for you, but you knew what the past had entailed and you made your choice. Your arms encircled his chest and you pulled him in close. You could feel the shock you caused from the action as you began to pull away but were suddenly crushed against him in a warm over powering hug. "I have missed you, my Empress." "And I you." He lifted you into his arms and carried you to his comfortable chair, holding you in his lap as he said something you did not expect. "I am sorry." The words seemed foreign to him. "I am sorry for hurting you, both with my words and my actions. There is nothing I should not have trusted you with. Nothing I should have kept from you, especially in regards to our sons." His lips pressed to your forehead and he let his kiss there linger. "You are my wife, my other half. You should have been the first to know." "I would never have allowed it if you had told me." You stated. "I know, but it was still wrong to keep it from you as I did. And what's worse is I hurt you when you were still hurting, I regret ever telling you such things. I do not regret our marriage and I would marry you, again, over and over no matter the outcome." You held him as he held you. Letting the hurt ebb from you in his arms.

"I'm sorry for leaving, I didn't think about it. I just did it in the heat of the moment, I ran away instead of fixing the problem because it was easier."

The shadows in the room lengthened as dusk turned to night and he carried you to your bed. The very one he'd built with you. "I love you my Empress." You sighed, melting into him. "I love you too."

That night he made love to you again, for the first time in a long time. It was slow and tender, as you both learned the other's body over again.

The following weeks were quiet, the tension between the two of you was settled. Your husband had been staying on Terra with you despite his need to return to the crusade. "I want to go with you. I will not be left here. I am just as capable of warcraft as you are. I used to help you plan, remember?" You told him firmly. "Of course, but I would still prefer it if you did stay here where it is safer." "If you make me stay I will leave again. That's a promise." A dark sort of expression crossed his features but you didn't back down. "Very well, I'll make you a deal. If you can evade me for a whole hour, I will allow you to accompany me as I return Horus and continue our fight to reunify humanity." He rounded his desk and took your chin into his fingers, he was taller than you by more than a foot at the moment and you needed to look up to see his face. "But if I catch you, then you will stay here, having proven to me that you are not fit." "I understand. And when are we to start this little game of ours?" You asked, backing towards the door ever so slightly. His mouth split into a wicked grin. "Right now." You darted away as his hand swiped for you. Your heart suddenly racing as you blindly charge down one hallway then another. After a time you could not hear his footsteps and you assumed you lost him for the moment. The opening act of your little game had eaten up about 5 minutes. Only 55 left to go. You slipped into a door, remembering that this one led down to a lower level where laundering was done. It was dim but you could use that to your advantage. You could feel his aura, even from so far away and knew that he would be in this vicinity soon, and hiding from a man like him wasn't easy, even if you'd done it for so many years, that had been with the benefit of plants and countless light years between you. Another five passed in relative quiet. You did however almost scare the life out of a poor laundress as she went to move a rolling cart of linens only to find you sneaking behind it. Apologizing to her profusely you left the rattled woman behind to finish her work. 49 minutes to go.

You had peaked through the doorway leading out of the laundry room when you nearly took a massive hand to the face. "There you are." He laughed and your body kicked into high gear as you turned tail and fled. He was hot on your heels, but he did not use his warped based abilities to grab you or hinder you. Strange you thought. If only you'd been more focused on the hall instead of the thought you might have noticed in time. Your body met a hard immovable wall as you turned a corner. Arms curled around you, keeping you from you falling or running away. "Hey!" You squeaked and writhed as a familiar chuckle shook your trapped body. "And now I have you. You cannot escape." Your eyes lifted to see the very man you'd been trying to escape. "You CHEATED!" You shouted at him as he hauled you over his shoulder to carry back to your chambers. "I did no such things. I used what abilities I had to win a challenge we were both partaking in. That is all." You huffed. "You used your psychic abilities to make a fake you to chase me. How is that not cheating?" You demanded as he pushed open the door to your shared room. "We never agreed that I couldn't." That was true, but it still felt like cheating to you.

You hit the bed with a thump and you glared up at him, but you were shocked by the expression on his face. It was like hunger, but something more intense and darker. "You are mine, empress, and you always will be." His hand clenched around the fabric of your dress and it came apart into shreds as he tore it from your body. "Now I do believe it is time for me to have my prize, don't you think?" Your body flushed hot under his gaze. "Yes." You murmured as he tore away his own garments. The bed creaked under his as he loomed over you. He was still much bigger than you at the moment and it made what he was about to do all the more thrilling. His cock strained and you felt a drop of something warm hit your stomach. Your gaze flicked down to see the tip was oozing a stream of thick precum onto your skin. "You are mine, all mine." He growled his body shifting as he pulled your legs over his hips and around his waist. The tip of his manhood pressed to your entrance as he began to push in. You were already wet, but the sudden stretch of his cock being bigger than you were accustomed had you wiggling to get off as you cried out in shock.

One of his massive hands clamped around your throat to hold you in place. "No, you stay right there. I'm taking what's mine." He growled again, forcing more of his length into you. A pained cry jumped from your throat as he bottomed out. "Good. You take me so well." His voice was deep and his breath hot so close to your ear and his praise made you whine softly in pleasure. You felt like a tiny rabbit trapped in the talons of an eagle. Unable to get away, yet instead of terrifying you it only made the situation more arousing. His hand stayed fixed around your throat as he pulled out and thrust back in. You cried out again, this time with need and desire for him. He smiled, his hand tightening slightly around your throat. He'd not said anything to you, to anyone really about the way he'd felt when he saw you interacting with your sons, the way you cared for each of them stirred something deep in his core. He would not ever let you go, never again. You were his wife, his empress, you were the mother of his children. You were his. Now and forever. And he intended to see that you stayed by his side. He would not lose you. He could not even bear the thought. He pinned you further into the bed as he rutted into you. His cock stretched you to your fullest as he took his pleasure and in turn gave you yours. You began to whine his name, his true name as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

Your hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand he used to hold you down by your throat and his eyes narrowed as he had a thought, something he hadn't taken the time to fully appreciate until now. Your rings, the ones used to symbolize your marriage to him. You still wore yours. Had you been wearing it when Magnus brought you back? He thought back to the day he'd seen you again for the first time. His emotions had been running so high he'd not even noticed. In his mind he saw you walk from the thunderhawk with Magnus at your back. You had. The rings had been there, both the engagement and the wedding band. His chest felt tight as he stared down at them. Well that did it. He wasn't leaving you, even if he'd won your little game. You were his, and he knew the perfect way to cement that fact. His hips snapped into yours, he mind fixed on his goal, even as he pushed your legs up, nearly folding you in half as he continued at his brutal pace. He was going to fill you to the brim until you leaked his seed. Then he would give you another load just for good measure. "My darling wife." He panted. "I believe it is time that you and I finally see to that wish which till now has had to be postponed." He grunted, allowing himself to succumb to his pleasure as you came apart below him. He came, pushing his cock all the way in, nudging your cervix so he was sure that less of it would leak out.

"Neo-" You began but your voice was immediately cut off as he pressed his lips to your. His hips are drawing back to thrust into you once more. He was pleased by the way you gasped and suddenly reached for him, grabbing him close to ground yourself.

"I am not done with you yet, my Empress. We have so much to achieve before we head off." He kissed your cheek and rolled his hips a bit more gently than before, after all he couldn't risk tiring you out too soon, he had to be sure that his cum did as he desired, sowing life and the future of the imperium.

Horus was delighted to see you again, as was he glad for the return of his father as he made the long voyage across the stars to reunite the lost pockets of humanity that had been lost during the dark age.

You sat quietly by your husband's side as he read reports and kept things flowing in an orderly fashion. You pressed your head into his side trying to get his attention. He chuckled and pulled you into his lap. "You've become such a needy little thing haven't you." His smile was warm as he placed his hand over your stomach and you felt your child immediately react to his presence as they rolled closer to his hand. "I think our little one is almost as excited to get here as we are for them. Still, do you think they'll be a boy or girl?" He chuckled. "I can sense their aura growing stronger by the day, they'll be a strong and healthy child. That is what I am most concerned with." You nodded I suppose.

"You looked up at the clock on the wall and grinned. "We have some time before we have to be anywhere else." Neoth knew immediately what it was you were insinuating and he set the slate he'd been reading aside. "It would seem we do." He purred, his hand gliding under your shirt to cup one of your breasts. "Why don't we make the most of it?"

Horus had been knocking for several minutes and he began to get a bit worried. His mother and father were supposed to meet him almost half an hour ago. He waited until he finally heard the lock turn and the door slide open, his mother stood there, hair hastily brushed back as if it had recently been disheveled and her clothes were still a tad rumpled.

"Yes Horus, is everything alright?" You asked, a bit breathless. The primarch suddenly understood what he'd interrupted and felt his worry turn to embarrassment. "You and Father were supposed to join us for supper." "Oh, goodness that's right. We must have lost track of time. Give us a few minutes to uh... finish what we were doing and we'll join you, shortly. Okay?" He nodded, cheeks pink. The door slid shut and the primarch went to wait down the hall a ways. He loved his mother and father dearly. But he didn't want to hear what it was that they needed to finish. At least they'd locked the door this time he thought gratefully.

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californiannostalgia · 14 hours ago

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"After seven years on your television screen, Shawn Hunter moved to New York City, where he became an alcoholic. No, I'm kidding. He married the love of his life, Angela Moore. That's not true, either, but he did become a world-famous poet. Actually, last I heard he was the East Coast representative of The Center, a fundamentalist cult.

You may have picked up on the fact that I'm making all of this up. The dark truth is... Shawn has been locked in my basement for 12 years. It's really best for both of us. I'm able to move on (well, except when people confuse me for him), and, as a fictional character, he's much safer down there.

Let's be honest, more Boy Meets World would only further ruin his life. Being The Dramatic Storyline in a 22-minute comedy series takes its toll. It was never easy for him to live a sitcom existence, where poverty can be a punch line, where alcoholic parents can be funny, where no matter how much you learn — no matter how much Mr. Feeny sets you straight — you come back the next week, making the same old mistakes. And the laugh track roars.

Shawn was never meant for that world. He was too dark, too self-indulgent, too whiny. He was a downer! How many times can one character experience loss? Give a heart-wrenching monologue? Go on a soul-searching road trip? Conversely, he'd never survive another genre. Despite his bad-boy posturing, perhaps summed up best by his faux-retro, pseudo-biker look, Shawn wouldn't have lasted minutes in a drama. He may have acted out with some hijinks, but deep down, Shawn's pretty vanilla.

He never swears. He's never done drugs. The furthest he's been from home is Disney World. I think he's still a virgin. None of this would fly on Breaking Bad, Six Feet Under, or House. For all of his flaws, Shawn's, well, safe.

He could potentially leave my basement for a cop show. I could see him heading back to Philadelphia to join the cold case squad. Or to become a hard-bitten-but-ultimately-good detective, solving grisly crimes armed with only his street sense and a leather jacket. Or maybe he could find a hot female with whom to partner-just like on Castle or Bones- and their witty banter could lighten the dark underbelly of the city they protect. The problem there? Shawn ain't that smart. Or perceptive.

He's a C-minus student at best, which seems prohibitive to good detective work. So I think I'll keep him downstairs for now.

I treat him well. He gets plenty of food and water. He even has a window, a small square that lets him see passing feet — and dogs, if they're short enough. He tells me he loves that window. For him, it's like a television, looking out at real people, with real-people problems.

He's fascinated by how unstructured our lives are, how we drift from one moment to the next, free from the constraints of narrative, the pain of lurching endlessly from crisis to resolution. He covets your formless mood. Your un-episodic joys. The way you catch yourself off-guard. The way you wander, slowly, in and out of love. How you can go back, and revise the story of who you are, because there's no DVD box set. The way no one wants to know your ending.

Sometimes, I stay down there with him, and we share memories of the good old days. The time he blew up the mailbox with a cherry bomb. The time he peed on the cop car.

But even our best times together are bittersweet: We both know it can't last. Only one of us can return to the surface and live a semblance of a normal life. I make sure it's me."

forever thinking about rider strong’s answer to “what happened to shawn hunter”

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bullet-prooflove · 1 day ago

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Can you do #3 Like why, why are you only vulnerable when no-one's around? From the Miss Atomic Bomb list for Jake and Jenna??

And if you’re not feeling this prompt for them can you give us a tease as to what happened after Allen’s Bar

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Companion piece to:

The Other Family - Jake didn't realise his father was still alive...

Surreal - You locate Jake after he disappears.

Break Your Heart - Jake's heart is broken in the aftermath of his father.

Black Eye - You find Jake injured on the porch.

Allen’s Bar - You find out what happened to Jake.

There are consequences to your actions, you knew there would be. You’ve arrested enough assholes and testified at enough trials to know the Navy won’t let one of their master of arms get away with assaulting a civilian.

“Forfeiture of two thirds pay for three months.” You’re told when Ally collects you at the police station. “I managed to convince them that the circumstances didn’t warrant the three month confinement. They took that into consideration.”

“Any news on Jake?” You ask, flexing your bandaged fist. You hadn’t realised how much damage you’d done to it at the time, you hadn’t even felt it until they had the doctor take a look at it.

“He made it through the surgery.” Ally tells you as you step into the sunshine. “He’s in recovery at the moment, they’ll let you see him in a couple of hours.” She looks away, casting a glance towards a woman with red rimmed eyes sitting on one of the benches. “That’s the wife, I think you should talk to her.”

“I don’t want to talk to her.” You say frankly, tucking your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “She must have known…”

“She didn’t.” Ally says as she slows her pace. “She didn’t know she was married to a fugitive, that he killed Jake’s mother, she didn’t know about Jake…”

You sigh as you come to a stop because that’s the other reason the Navy were so lenient with your punishment. You’d managed to apprehend a murderer, one the police had in their sights for decades. Nobody had known until they’d ran his fingerprints and Fredrick Harrison had come back as Fredrick Seresin, the man who had beaten his first wife, Jake’s mother to death in a meth crazed rage.

You dread revealing those details to Jake, you dread telling him about this whole sordid thing because by responding the way you did, you’ve ripped his world apart, thrust all those dark secrets into the light. Everyone will know that he’s the son of a murderer, and they’ll judge him for the sins of his father.

He won’t be able to forgive you for that, you know it deep down in your heart.

“She won’t wanna speak to me.” You tell Ally, scuffing at the gravel beneath your feet with your sneaker. “I just destroyed her life.”

“That’s exactly why she wants to speak to you.” Ally says, clasping your hands in hers. “She wants to know about Jake, the type of man he is, I think she’s scared that her sons…”

Ally trails off but you pick up the gist. She wants to know if that level of depravity is hereditary, if there’s a chance her sons might turn out like their father. Jake had the same fears about himself, he still does when his head gets a little messy.

“Alright.” You say, your gaze straying to the woman on the bench. “I’ll talk to her.”

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The Beatles speaking about themselves in DISC (12 October 1963) [Paul & John section here]

[GEORGE] Our dress style has changed… It was when I was relaxing in a Boeing jet on the way back from America last week that I realised that in many ways I was still the same George Harrison I was before The Beatles were so well known. But I also realise that in some ways my life HAS changed - mostly for the better I’m glad to say. The most obvious change is financial. That’s very nice, but I don’t think it's the most important thing. It’s nice to be able to buy a new car and new clothes when you want them, but I was happy when I couldn’t afford these things. One big way The Beatles generally have changed is in their style of dress. Eighteen months ago, for instance, we dressed far more casually than we do now.

I think my social life has changed considerably as well. Now we meet far more people than we ever met before. I mean, like, when we appear at a one-night stand we’re often invited back after the show to a nearby club. People seem to go out of their way to try and make sure we have a little fun after our work. A question I’ve been asked quite a few times over the past 12 months is: “What do you think is the right age to get married?” I honestly think there’s no such thing as ‘the right age.’ I think that you should get married when you decide that this is the time when you should get married. This is a decision which you can only make yourself. There’s no correct age. In my personal tastes, I’m a bit undecided about clothes, too. I haven’t got any definite preferences. But if something I see pleases me I’ll buy it and wear it whether it’s in the French style, or Italian, or English. One thing I really do get enthusiastic about is music. As I’ve said before in DISC, I like the coloured American groups like The Shirelles and The Miracles. But I’m fond of a lot of other music - Segovia on classical guitar, for example.

[RINGO] I’m the silent type… I’m the one the boys call the silent type. Well, I haven’t got all that much to say for myself, and I prefer to listen to other people speaking. My real name is Richard Starkey, but the Ringo bit has been with me for so long, I don’t think of myself as a ‘Richard’ anymore. Of all the Beatles, I live nearest to the city centre - about 10 minutes walk and six bus stops away. It’s not a rich part of town, but my mum has all her friends there and doesn’t want to move out. Some of my family are just outside London. They sometimes come and visit us, and once a year my dad makes a trek down south. I want to do things for my family, but they keep telling me to save my money. Eventually I think I’ll open a chain of hairdressing shops in and around Liverpool. I’d like my main shop to be in the centre of the city, and be THE place. I have enough hairdressing friends to keep the shops well staffed, but feel with a haircut like mine it would be best for me to stay away from them! I have my hair cut about once every three months! I’m joking of course. I have it trimmed when the mood takes me and have no special barber. You don’t hear very much about me in the group, because I don’t sing. I had my big and only singing moment on ‘Boys’ for our LP, and really made the most of it. And, surprisingly enough, although I’m a drummer I don’t have a favourite musician. Well, not a real one. I like to see good showmanship in any artist, and I hope to get a chance of seeing Brook Benton while he’s in England. It’s a stroke of luck he’ll be doing the Palladium show at the same time as us, but I’ll probably be so nervous, I won’t have time to appreciate his act. I don’t eat very much. If I did, I’d probably have much more energy. As a kid, I was very fond of chips and jam-butty (that’s a jam sandwich), and to this day, I still like it. Even if I enjoyed it, I don’t think I’d ever get used to eating caviar or drinking champagne. One of my ambitions in life is to learn how to play the piano. I’d willingly take lessons if only I had the time. But my main ambition is to be happy all the time. Yet I don’t relax very much. I like to be active. Even if I have a chance to go on holiday, instead of sitting in the sun all day I’m off exploring the local neighbourhood. I think I do this because if I didn’t I’d be nothing more than just plain lazy! I very rarely go near a Chinese or Italian restaurant. Don’t like either food, and if anything has onions in it then I’m completely done for. I’m mad for rings. I wear four, and would wear them on all my fingers if I didn’t think they’d get in the way. Often I get wrist ache from drumming too much, but the only other ailment I suffer from is occasional colds. I’m not as bad as John though. He keeps on losing his voice. Never doing a performance, but usually just after a recording session.

#i get he has stomach(?) issues but i don't think i could ever do ringo's diet i just enjoy diff types of food too much #like last month didn't he come out and say he's never had pizza #or something like that #paper archives #george harrison #ringo starr

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