#happy stabby girl

[ask-dbd-susie]

The great and powerful entity would look down on this Susie but then gifts her a giant looking knife with a guard handle "Kill people do crimes."

“Oo! Thank you! I’ll make you proud, Miss Entity!”

( @ask-the-entity-lovecraften-god )

[revolvius]

HAVE A STABBY HALLOWEEN FROM ME AND @northflowerowo

Have some Stabby for your spooky month oooooooooooooo~~~!!!

[robintherobiner]

Love the idea of Gotham knowing there's different Robins and giving them titles (Flippy Robin, Happy Robin, WTF DID HE GET REBORN OR SOMETHING WAIT NEVERIND ITS ANOTHER DUDE LOL Robin, Girl Robin)

The batfam make bets on what Damian will be called. Angry Robin? Stabby Robin? SWORD Robin?

They're all wrong. They wake up after Damians first night of patrolling and theres a new hashtag trending on Twitter.

#CuteRobin

[hells-wasabii]

Okay but what about Charlie meeting Lucifer’s new girlfriend for the first time and then bonding?

A/N: Did they get rid of yellow for words? I guess I'll have to replace all the yellow for orange. It wont work as well for some characters like lute or adam, but i guess I'll just have to deal

Character: Lucifer

Type: Drabble (Lucifer x fem reader, Meeting Charlie, Fluff)

You were nervous, which why wouldn’t you be? You were meeting your boyfriends daughter, after all. That alone would already be nerve-wracking, but of course it wasn't quite that simple. Your boyfriend was the king of hell after all, which made his daughter, Charlie Morningstar, the princess of hell.

She could just as easily destroy you if she wanted. But Lucifer assured you that Charlie was a sweet girl. A demon with a heart of gold, a rarity down in hell.

And when you finally met her, she was quick to show you just how right her father had been.

You were quite honestly taken aback by the gesture. Out of all of the things that you could have expected, a small party at the newly rebuilt Hazbin Hotel had not been one of them.

It was so sweet. 

The princess and her friends had gone through the effort to make little goodies and even decorated the lobby for your arrival. Apparently they had done something similar for when Lucifer had come down to the old hotel.

Now, the gathering was winding down. It had been quite fun if you were being honest. You were off to the side, watching as Lucifer continued to socialize. You were content with this, you thought as someone entered your peripheral.

Looking up you found Charlie standing next to you, an awkward smile plastered on her face.

“Hey, could I talk to you for a moment?” With a nod, you rose from your seat, following the princess dutifully. Soon, you found yourself alone in an adjacent hallway with the princess of hell herself.

“Listen, about my dad, I’ve- I haven’t seen him this happy in, well, a long time.” Charlie, took a deep breath, her eyes locking with yours as a grateful smile settled on her lips. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m really glad he met you.”

You honestly had to agree. You were glad to have met him as well. As if on cue, Lucifer rounded the corner, a bright grin splitting his lips when he saw the both of you. “There’s my two favorite girls! Charlie, your uh, your smaller friend seems to be getting a little… stabby.”

”Niffty, no!” You couldn’t stop the chuckle tha rose from your chest as the princess turned on her heels to bolt back to the lobby. You suppose that really, you hadn’t had anything to worry about.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

i DO think we were kinda robbed tho, in the Vaggie & Carmilla song fight, that lady death ballet herself didn't at one point knock Vaggie's spear out of Vaggie's hand (to FORCE vaggie into thinking more defensively rather than rush in and stabbi-ly) and then have a close up shot of the spear on the floor, right before tippy toe Carmilla deliberately ends her eternal en-point to put her HEEL DOWN on the weapon and trap it there, as a fun and scary visual pun

also can't help imagining a version with an answer to Carmilla letting her hair down at the start of the fight to match with Vaggie...

Carmilla does it to even the odds when Vaggie complains she's not used to fighting with long hair. ooh an answering moment right after the spear one above- where Vaggie shows her shift into taking her own safety SERIOUSLY by pulling off her ribbon and taking the time to tie her hair UP so she ISN'T having to fight with that distraction swinging around

and then she figures out how to block Carmilla's armored kicked unarmed instead of getting her ass kicked trying to charge in

and when Carmilla backs her up the stairs and into the second landing balconies (bc vaggie is RETREATING she's being CAREFUL of herself) one last kick is about to connect with Vaggie's head and she's got no more room left to retreat to and she's singing about wanting to fight with love so she can be around to PROTECT the people SHE loves-

bam new wings reveal flap backwards off the railing into open air and out of danger

VAGGIE LOSING HER WINGS FOR NOT KILLING<-

->GETTING THEM BACK WHEN SHE INTERNALIZES THE HEY MAYBE NOT WANTING TO GET KILLED HERSELF EITHER BC HOW WILL SHE BE THERE FOR THE WOMAN SHE LOVES IF SHE MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMS INTO A STUPID CORPSE????

like it's a perfectly good fight scene as is and gets the idea across later in vaggie's fight with lute but hhhhhrrrg i just, look at the other song moments the show has, all the set movements and character moments THEY get, and im like

LET CARMILLA BEAT VAGGIE UP IN EXTRA DRAMATIC MODE

i KNOW we have to fit in an important flashback in too but GODS PLEASE!!! I LOVE WOMEN FIGHTING WOMEN!!!!!

carmilla please beat vaggie up some more in the future or i'll shrivel up pls im sure vaggie would have fun with it too she supposedly loves dancing

AND aDD CHARLIE TO THIS!!! Vaggie could call the fights "dance lessons" and Charlie could be SO happy hearing that, SO delighted her gf is getting a new none-business none-trauma hobby at last, Charlie being SO SO SO supportive of it and watching the hotel alone some afternoons to make SURE Vaggie has time away from work for her dancing

(the same way charlie has father-daughter catch up dates with her dad shhh it's happening don't tell me its not)

BUT THEN Charlie drops by a 'rehearsal' once as a surprise (she brought donuts!!) and freaks the FUCK out (donuts flying Everywhere) bc the "Dancing" is just Vaggie grinning as she gets smacked around the Carmine compound, helping test out WHICH weapons work BEST against angels while honing her own new not-dying instincts as Carmilla kinda tries to kill her a little. for science

until charlie walks in on it and almost sets the compound full of live ammunition crates on fire

to make up for this horrible surprise, Charlie makes Vaggie promise her they'll start going to ACTUAL dance lessons together <3

AND she threatens Carmilla into designing some angelic steel practice armor for gf becaue oh hell no, oh fuck this, oh absoLUTELY charlie is getting NO sleep otherwise after walking in on THAT

pls pls pls and let vaggie be winged this time for the fight toooo, i wanna see some deadly anti-air ballet jumps :(

[stardruidcraft]

Next in my tarot cards is The Lovers card! I will admit, narrowing the Critical Role couples down to just one was really hard, but ultimately I’ve always love Beau and Yasha for the contrast between them being punchy stabby girls and also soft loving girls

Happy Pride!!!

[syndrossi]

I've been thinking about this for a while seeing the proposed AU with Dany being a triplet and would like to offer an alternative for time travel shenanigans: Arya. Rhaegar, dominantly Targeryen, Arya, dominantly First Men, with Jon being an even balance between them.

People would look at her and Jon and assume that they were twins above all else. Rhaegar wouldn't refute that. He'd just be all passive aggressive and go 'yes, both of my siblings are dark haired, have a sassy attitude, and will stab as a warning. Mine.' (Because he has a brother and a sister and they are his, looks be damned, thank you very much.)

And don't get me started on Daemon's utter delight at having a sword skilled, absolute savage like Arya as a daughter. Her hesitancy to view anyone but Ned Stark as a father would cause friction, but he would adore her, dragon or no dragon. Arya takes after him in temperament and problem solving to a tee and gives everyone who sees her flashbacks of Alyssa Targeryan. (Bonus points if Arya inherited heterochromia from her Targ side) He would nickname her his Visneya, Jon and Rhaegar would unironically call her 'their Dark Sister'. Otto would be fuming that Daemon had the nerve to have a daughter who was so wild and so much like him that he couldn't make use of her like he could a dutiful, normal girl.

I know it would mess up the dynamic, it doesn't fit with the story you've written, but giving Rhaegar more murder happy siblings / Daemon a murder happy daughter who is basically Alyssa and Visenya rolled into one makes me happy. Sorry for writing this novel, the brain rot would not leave me be.

Hah, the logistics of it don't match what the forces who stole the boys via Summerhall were trying to achieve (grabbing TPTWP) but it's almost funnier that way? Like, they get Rhaegar, perfect candidate! Then Jon who's...a bit wrongish/poisonous, but maybe salvageable? And then this third one that's absolutely useless to them and yet really stabby when they try to come after her brothers.

(I'm charmed by the notion of Arya being just as overprotective as Jon about her brothers, after everything she's lost/seen/witnessed firsthand. If she somehow gets yoinked at the same time as Jon, she'd be Rhaegar's age! And yet with a vastly different set of life experiences, oof.)

Also the physical spectrum is fun, like you said! Jon and Rhaegar look the most like each other and Daemon, since they share a decent bit of Targaryen blood already, even before the magic genetics exchange comes into play. And then Arya, who pretty much just gets the heterochromia (one purple eye, one grey, matching each of her brothers). And Daemon does the same thing as with the twins, where he's insistent that they're all very Targaryen, barely a drop of Royce to them, while everyone who's ever seen Arya is like "...that's barely a Targaryen, you can only tell because she has one purple eye and a dragon." And "Dark Sister" is perfect. 😂

Don't apologize, that was quite the enjoyable exploration!

[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (yes you are)

(Ao3) (Masterpost) (Previous) (Next)

(Chapter 14)

Damian was fighting for his life, for his dignity! Uproarious laughter rang in his ears, his siblings cheering for karma.

“This is the best day of my life!” Tim cried. “The tides turn! It’s a miracle!” 

“I let him win!” He defended, watching the hatchling swim around.

“Sure ya did,” Jason added sarcastically.

“He’s smaller than a Mesmer! You’d have to be an idiot to think I couldn’t defeat him!” The hatchling is tiny, likely twice as fragile as the rest of his clutch despite his ferocity. 

“Can we please not goad Damian into killing the guppy?” Dick admonished, the eldest being the only one of his siblings with sense. 

“I’m just saying, a hatchling got him to back off twice,” 

“I didn’t want to crush him!” He snapped, “What was I supposed to do?” Damian could’ve easily snapped his tail and thrown the hatchling away. He just didn’t want to hurt the guppy.

“I get it. Babies are a terrifying force to be reckoned with. We’re all glad you escaped with your life,” Jason teased with faux sympathy.

“He didn’t scare me! And he sure as the Lava zone didn’t defeat me,” He screeched, tail thrashing back and forth through the bright red grass of the grassy plateaus.

“Listen,” Tim started. I know how hard it is to admit defeat,”

“Of course, you know how to admit defeat Drake,” Damian interrupted. “But I wasn’t defeated, so I can’t relate,” He sneered. 

“It’s worse than we thought,” Tim replied sadly, “He’s in denial!” 

“I am not in denial!!” He roared, startling the hatchling. The hatchling fled his nest, swimming back into his egg.

A noxious cloud of decay spilled into the water. A putrid scent of death assaulted his senses. Worse than anything a gaslopod could shoot out but still appealing to the scavengers of the shallows. Blood clouding the water smelled too rotten to belong to the living hatchling but was similar enough to send his heart racing.

Often these eggs hatched one or two babies, the amount of viscera spread out through the shallows was enough to suggest two babies had been inside that egg. One child rotting before they even got a chance to hatch.

The living hatchling emerged alone once again… Depressing.

“What're we going to call him?” Dick asked.

“The girls would be pissed if we named him without them,” Jason added.

“They should’ve been here if they wanted to name him,” Damian said. “ They have no reason to be mad at us for their tardiness,” He finished. 

“Disrespectfully, I don’t want to die,”  Jason said.

“Can we at least discuss names?” Dick whined.

“You haven’t even met him!” 

“Only because you’re hogging him!” His older brother pouted.

“He’s very stab happy, would you rather I let him swim to you and attack a reaper on the way?” Damian sniped back.

“I’d rather you let us help you guard him,”

“No! I’m perfectly capable of watching a hatchling,”

“…but he stabbed you?”

“Just a scratch, barely a concern,” Damian defended, “A tiger plant could hit harder than he did,” 

“I for one, vote we keep the stabby teenager away from the stabby baby,” Tim suggested. 

“Shut up or I’ll teach him to stab you on command!” Damian sneered, cutting off the bond. He needed time to think.

Damian turned, but the hatchling was nowhere to be seen. His blood froze, gills flaring. No no no no no no no, he couldn’t be the one to lose this hatchling. Father would never trust him with anything ever again! Shooting over to the little one’s nest, Damian tapped on the barrier.

Tap…Tap…Tap…

Nothing

Tap…Tap…Tap

Again 

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.

Faster, more consistent, he braced himself for the hatchling to shoot out and start mauling him again. Still nothing, not a peep or shuffle. 

He lost the hatchling.

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim @dragongoblet @noxcheshire

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Hello! I was hoping to make a request if possible please.

Frigga and reader often knit and embroidered together. One day Frigga asks the reader about a deep green and gold blanket they are knitting and how they have been spending so much more time and care working on it then other projects. They end up shyly admitting to her it's for Loki and that they have feelings for him, but know they are probably not reciprocated. Write the ending as you feel if you decide to do this!

Thank you for taking time to even read this! ❤️

Ohh I love this Idea 💡

A Blanket made with Love for the God of Mischief - Loki

It's been almost a year since Queen Frigga invited you for the first Time for Afternoon Tea and Gossip.

Since then you joined her regularly.

One Day as you were sitting and talking - the Side Table next to Frigga caught your Eye or rather the Knitting Work on it .

You were impressed by the Pattern and Technique used

you couldn't help but praise her for this incredible needle work and telling her how envious you are of her skill.

From that moment Frigga teaches you knitting and embroidery.

After some Time you had finished a Collection of Scarves ,Socks and Cardigans.

Loki loves to tease you and asks all the time - Darling,when will you create something for Me? Making you blush.

One time when he got too annoying you jokingly stabbed him with a Needle and he started to act all theatrical -whining - Ouch

You are lucky I used just a Needle and not a Dagger you said sarcastic.

Since then he calls you Stabby Lady .

A few days later you decided to start a new Project a big Blanket in deep green and gold for Loki .

Now it's Frigga who's impressed by your Dedication and Determination.

Curious she started to ask you out -

You spend so much more time and care on this Work

Is it a Present?

For someone special?

No need to be shy , you can tell me ,she said excited

Well...I... yes ..

It's for Loki , you answered shyly

I .. like him.. I like him very much..

I don't know if he feels the same.... I mean I don't believe he does ... I just think he likes to tease me.. a lot.. he always asked me to make him something and now I did ... I am just curious about his reaction

I am sorry.. I shouldn't even talk about him like that with you, you are his Mother and the Queen - you mumbled nervously

Please,calm down , everything's alright, I was asking you out

and about Loki I know he loves playing his games and enjoys the Attention but he is a good Boy .

I just want him to be happy and I am sure you could make him happy ,said Frigga with a Smile

A week later you finished the Blanket and wrapped it up nicely in an exquisite looking Paper .

You went to Loki's Room and knocked on the Door as he opened you pressed the present against his Chest and said - Here for you - I hope you are happy now

He hadn't even time to blink as you ran off - embarrassed

Loki opened the Present - it was a knitted big green and golden Blanket

It's also embroidered - Loki the God of Mischief

Silly Girl ,he said with a smirk

On the next Day Loki went to you as he saw you walking around the Castle Gardens , nervous you tried to run away but Loki is faster and grabbed your Arm - Darling, Stop running away from me . you stopped walking and stood still as he whispered against your Ear - your present kept me warm last night - your cheeks reddened

Thank you , I like it . . . . .and I like you-he said softly

Happily you leaned against his Chest and he hugged you

My Masterlist

[heresthestorymorningglory]

One Will Give You Hell, One Will Give You Heaven

Summary: It's over.

A/N: Listen y'all this NSFW 18+ should be par for the course at this point. So like….just don’t okay?

As always, the inspo is thanks to the Goosecord and my beautiful partner in crime @ken-dom who continues to inspire the Gosling drabbles daily.

Bless you my new found chosen sister for putting up with my antics! (Yes I copy pasted, yes it’s still valid don’t come for me)

This is a continuation of what I’ve affectionately titled the Nurse Series, read previous parts  here.

This is the FINAL part of what was meant to be at most a 2 part story (It's 8 because Six said so) this one's a little stabby, so approach with caution.

Enjoy my loves! <3 And Happy New Year to you and yours <3

Six had given up trying to reason with you. Trying to talk you out of doing this. He knew it was futile and he was simply along for the ride at this point as far as you were concerned. 

“He likes his torture warehouses…” you muttered, watching from your spot on the hill as the guards below twiddled their thumbs sitting at the entrance of Lloyd’s latest abode. 

Six sighed over your shoulder; his one last silent plea to get you to change your mind. 

“No” you answered simply, not bothering to turn around as you slid around a tree. 

He huffed with irritation but followed closely behind. 

He grabbed your shoulder as you crept around the wall of the warehouse. 

“At least let me help” he whispered harshly before pushing you protectively behind him. 

You let him take the lead, you watched as he moved so swiftly neither one of the guards had a chance to react. You followed behind, stepping over one of the…unconscious….men. 

“Are they dead?” You whispered making Six stop mid stride. 

“What?” He turned to look at you. 

You frowned with a shrug “I've never seen a dead guy before, give me a break”

“You work in a hospital” he whispered harshly before his strong arm pushed across your chest, pressing you against the wall. Bringing a finger to his lips. 

He rounded the corner like a ninja, a loud thud as the poor bastard's head made contact with the concrete wall. 

You pressed your lips in a hard line as you followed around the corner. “Show off” 

“You're welcome” 

You rolled your eyes following carefully behind him. Your heart beating a little harder than normal in your chest. 

“Don’t roll your eyes at me” 

“What are you gonna do?” You scoffed “Spank me?” 

Again, he stopped mid stride, this time looking over his shoulder. You raised an eyebrow with a smirk, purposefully pressing yourself against him as you slid by to put yourself in front of him. 

“Only if you're a good girl” he whispered next to your ear, stopping you in your tracks. 

You gasped as he grabbed your ass, squeezing hard before you swatted his hand away. “Can you focus please?”

“I'm plenty focused” 

You jumped hearing a loud cry of pain backing against Six’s chest

You swallowed hard, feeling his hand squeeze your shoulder gently. 

“We can leave,” he whispered “Turn around right now and go home”

Lloyd's voice hauntingly floated down the hallway as if taunting you for even considering something so ridiculous. 

“No” you shook your head defiantly “I didn't come all this way just to run away”

“No one would think less of you if you did”

“I would” you stalked forward down the dingy hallway toward Lloyd. 

“Hey!” He whispered grabbing your shoulder firmly “You can't just go in there half cocked” 

“I know that” you whispered harshly

Light spilled out into the hallway from the room you were certain Lloyd would be. You crept quietly to the doorway, pressing yourself against the wall; heart pounding in your ears as Six again slipped in front of you, gun cocked, ready to fire. 

“How many?” You asked softly. 

He didn't speak, simply held up five fingers. 

You let out a shaky breath, your own gun heavy in your hand. 

If Six had his way, you wouldn't be firing it; and now, standing mere feet away from Lloyd yourself, you weren't sure if you could. 

“Stay here” 

You scoffed “As i-”

“I'm not asking” he said firmly as another pained scream before it was abruptly cut off by a loud bang making you jump. 

“Stay. Here.” He repeated before disappearing around the doorframe gunfire ringing through the room, you squeezed your eyes shut, plugging your ears, gun still in hand as you leaned against the wall. 

Within a matter of thirty seconds the room fell silent again. You opened your eyes letting out a slow breath as you dropped your hands. 

“Well, well, well look who came out of hiding” Lloyd's voice floated out into the hallway.

You rounded the corner then, quite certain if Lloyd had been armed, Six would have been shot at by now. 

The movement caught Lloyd's attention who cocked his head with a smirk. 

“And you brought our girl too?” He asked with a singsong voice that made your skin prickle with goosebumps. 

You raised your gun, catching the look on Six’s face out of the corner of your eye.  “I'm not your girl Lloyd”

“I told you to stay put” Six muttered, his own gun still poised. 

“And I said no” you answered, not taking your eyes off Lloyd. 

Lloyd clicked his tongue disapprovingly “Trouble in paradise?” 

You jumped when Six fired his gun, the bullet burying itself in the wall behind Lloyd. 

You glared at Six “Back off

He just shrugged

“Listen, as much fun as this lover's tiff is to watch,” Lloyd sighed “I have things to do”

Your eyes fixed on Lloyd as he moved closer, closing the distance between you, seemingly unfazed by the gun in your hand, pointed in his direction. 

“Come on, princess,” he smiled the smile that had been haunting your nightmares for months “Be a good girl and let the men duke this out, hmm?”

You heard Court snort with a laugh over your shoulder. 

You ignored him, dropping your gun and firing a shot, aimed at Lloyd’s thigh. He dropped instantly to one knee, yelling in pain. You stepped back out of his reach as he glared up at you. 

“You bitch” he hissed through clenched teeth

You immediately held out a hand in Court’s direction as he moved to rearrange Lloyd’s face in your defense. “Stay”

This elicited a laugh from Lloyd, still knelt in front of you, blood pooling on his thigh. “She’s got you trained better than a dog”

Another shot, again from Six’s gun, this time he didn’t miss, the bullet burying itself deep into Lloyd’s shoulder. 

“Don’t make me shoot you” you glared and Six just held his hands up defensively 

The momentary distraction was just long enough for Lloyd to knock the gun from your hand; it clattered to the floor where he reached for it before your boot came down with all your weight on the back of his hand, your other foot kicking the gun out of his reach, but unfortunately out of yours too. 

Moving your foot off his hand, you stepped back watching the blood trickle down his arm from where Six had shot him. “Stand up”

“You shot me!” he yelled, reaching for your ankle to pull you off your feet. 

You stepped back watching as Lloyd struggled to get to his feet “I grazed you,” you answered; Six was quiet, but you could sense him over your shoulder, ready to intervene if necessary. “Six could do it,” you taunted “Come on Lloyd, get up and fight me like a man” 

Lloyd laughed, an obvious attempt to mask his pain “The second I touch you, he’s gonna kill me dead” 

“No he’s not” you shook your head 

“Oh please,” He scoffed slowly getting to his feet 

“He won’t, he’s a man of his word” you smiled as Lloyd finally stood in front of you “Which is more than I can say for you” 

“Don’t question my integrity” Lloyd sneered “You think I won’t kill you because you’re a woman, you’re sorely mistaken princess” 

Your fist shot out in a flash, making contact with the bridge of Lloyd’s nose, sending him stumbling backward, blood pouring from his nose. Your hands up, ready for retaliation. 

“Don’t call me princess” 

“Learned some new tricks?” he asked, attention turning briefly to Six before he looked back at you. 

“Or maybe this is what happens when you don’t jump me in my kitchen like a pussy” 

“You let her kiss you with a mouth like that?” Lloyd chided, again turning his attention to Six 

You took the opportunity to strike him again, this time in the jaw “I’m over here, jack off”

He groaned in pain, his head dropping slightly as he got his barrings. 

“What’s the matter Lloyd?” you asked “Can’t hit me when I’m expecting it?” 

Lloyd took a swing and missed, no doubt feeling dizzy due to his broken nose. You hummed with mock concern as he righted himself again and you took a step back mindful of the bloodied body at your feet “That looks painful, you should probably have somebody take a look at that” 

Six stood and watched as you continued to taunt Lloyd, keeping his distance as promised, but close enough to interfere if Lloyd got the upper hand on you. If it were up to him he would have shot Lloyd point blank in the head and been done with it, but this wasn’t his fight anymore. 

Lloyd had taken something from you that Six couldn’t get back; this was something you needed to finish, as much as Six wanted his pound of flesh, he knew better. 

He continued to watch as you took everything he had taught you, foot placement to where to keep your hands, you had remembered all of it. Lloyd had made the mistake twice now of underestimating your abilities and he was paying for it. 

Despite your ability to hold your own, Six’s heart slammed against his ribcage as he watched and waited. 

Unbeknownst to you, your heart slammed in your chest just as hard. You’d had so many dreams similar to this scenario that had not ended well. Even broken and bloody, Lloyd had somehow managed to always get the better of you, with or without Court’s help. 

You landed another blow breathing heavily “What happened Lloyd?” You asked, breathing hard “You promised to kill me, and make Six watch, remember?” 

“Oh don’t you worry, I’ll make good on that promise” 

“Leave” you didn’t take your eyes off Lloyd, but Six answered

“Fat fucking chance” came the reply over your shoulder 

“Leave! You yelled through grit teeth “Make sure no one else is here” 

“I’m not-” 

“Now!” your voice echoing off the empty walls “I won’t give him the satisfaction” you swallowed hard

You heard his footsteps head towards the door before they stopped watching as Lloyd struggled to breath standing in front of you. 

“I love you” 

You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek as you watched Lloyd roll his eyes. “How touching…aren’t you going to say it back?” 

“Go.” You said simply. You wanted nothing more than to say it back, but that’s what Lloyd wanted, he wanted you to show weakness, vulnerability. 

You heard his footsteps retreat before fully focusing your attention back on Lloyd. “You wanna dance Hansen, let’s dance” 

As if he was waiting for the moment Court would leave your side, Lloyd produced a knife from somewhere on him; the same knife he had used the first time you met. 

You laughed lightly hoping to cover your own nerves “What’s the matter Lloyd, think you can’t beat me hand to hand?” 

“Call it just desserts” he smirked swinging the knife

You promptly took a step back avoiding the blade, again, mindful of the debris underfoot. 

He swung again, and this time you caught his wrist in your hand, the knife mere centimeters from your face. 

You stomped hard on the top of his foot, in nothing but loafers, you were sure he felt it before you kicked his feet out from under him, causing him to land flat on his back on the cement; the knife clattering across the floor. 

Stepping over one of the five corpses, as Lloyd struggled to get to his feet, you gasped as a hand closed around your ankle, as you landed hard on your stomach on the floor. You kicked your foot backwards, making contact with what you were almost certain was Lloyd’s already broken nose given the howl of pain that followed. 

Your fingertips brushed the knife handle before you were jerked backward, and flipped on your back; Lloyd’s weight on your middle as he leaned over you, pinning you to the floor, arms over your head. 

This you hadn’t trained for, you hadn’t expected. You screamed with frustration, knowing full well no matter where he was, Court would hear it. 

Lloyd in turn just laughed, squeezing your wrists tighter. “You and your boyfriend have been nothing but a pain in my ass since the beginning” he nearly growled, getting so close to your face, you squeezed your eyes shut 

One hand moved from your wrists, around your throat and squeezed as he continued “I was going to shoot you, but choking the life out of you works just as well” 

You struggled to fill your lungs as he squeezed harder; your now free hand reached behind you blindly, hoping to find the knife you knew was close by. Your fingers wrap around the handle, recognizing it immediately before slashing Lloyd crudely across the cheek, forcing him to let go and recoil with a flurry of curse words. 

You gasped, immediately getting to your hands and knees before mirroring the position he’d had over you seconds before, you screamed, stabbing him again, burying the seemingly tiny but effective blade deep in his chest. You stabbed him repeatedly, your own chest burning with the mere effort it was taking to breathe, your voice hoarse from screaming.

A pair of arms wrapped tightly around your frame and you screamed louder, knife still tightly in your grasp, Lloyd laid motionless underneath you. 

“It’s me, it’s me” Court spoke softly, still holding you firmly. “You’re okay” 

He lifted you to your feet, before turning you to face him, one of his hands closing over yours taking the bloodied knife. “It’s over,” he whispered “He’s dead” 

You looked down at your hands, shaking, red and stained with blood “I…I-” you stuttered realizing it wasn’t just your hands, but your entire front.

“Shh” Court soothed pulling you against him as he kissed the top of your head. 

You shook as either the adrenaline or fear surged through your body, you weren’t sure which. Court wrapped his arms around you and you buried your face in his chest, finally able to let the tears fall that you hadn’t realized you were holding back. 

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him back tightly as you sobbed, as the reality of how close you had come to never seeing him again sank in. 

You pulled back after a few minutes, looking at what remained of Lloyd Hansen, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as blood pooled around him on the dirty floor; his shirt soaked through with his own blood. 

You wiped the tears of your cheek with a shaky hand as Court pulled you against him, he stayed quiet. 

“I win, asshole” you whispered, letting yourself be lead by Court from the warehouse to head back home.

[chainoftalent]

May I request a yandere alphabet for Mukuro Ikusaba?

Full Alphabet? Alright

Yandere Mukuro Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Mukuro is bad at showing affection really, she has no real idea how to do so. Expect a lot of just staring at you, or her assuming protecting you from something counts as affection. Maybe holding hands a bit if she's feeling confidant enough, she likes to carry them when she has an excuse though.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Mukuro is the ultimate soldier, and she will break every single geneva convention for someone she cares enough for. This girl murdered an entire middle school for Junko in the mangas, there is going to be a body count here.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Mukuro is not cruel, but she is cold, because she doesn't know how to be anything but cold. She won't mock, but she won't comfort really, just more staring.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Not really Mukuro does not even know how to approach stuff like that, does the murder count as against their will?

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

She doe not make themselves vulnerable, Mukuro does not know how to do that, but she will talk to them a little bit about things, awkwardly telling stories and trying to channel some of Junkos sociability to have a normal conversation.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

She does not even blink, she is the ULTIMATE SOLDIER, its like a declawed kitten fighting a goddamn lion.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It is absolutely NOT a game, she wants to protect them, and appreciate them, she does not want escape attempts and there is no humor or fun in it, its simply duty.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably the murder, if someones mean to you? dead. someone makes you frown? dead. You're definitely losing a few friends because she saw you fight with them and killed them when you stormed off.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

She did not really think she'd get this far honestly, like obviously she would, but they do not quite know what the second step here is.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

She gets a bit jealous, but its in a more sad "i guess they're more special then me" way then a stabby way.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Cold but affectionate, like imagine a blank face and cold hands gently tucking the hair in your face behind your ear silently, eyes locked onto you with the slightest of smiles.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

It's all in the stalking, big follower type here, their darling probably doesn't even know she exists.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

She's a lot more awkward and uncertain, because she has all these Feelings and she doesn't know how to handle them and she wants to make you happy but she only knows how to fight really, and things that please Junko aren't really things other people like.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Pins them down, stares into their soul, reminds them to be more careful, and when their darling looks away or otherwise submits she gets off them, brushes them off, and continues like nothing happened.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Depends on how fighty you are, if youre mostly timid and easy to care for there really wont be many differences beyond Mukuro following you around. If you are in too much danger or too might of a flight risk she's willing to lock you in a cell to better be your guard.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very patient, Mukuro is extremely patient and good at waiting.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Not happening, but if theoretically they did they would be utterly panicked, not that anyone could really tell from looking at her as she goes to rescue you. If you managed to die she's going to break in despair and become even more vicious and really lean more into ultimate despair.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little guilty, because they arent happy, but this is needed right? its just duty, protect the target.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

It's Mukuro, she basically chose to grow up in a warzone and she's a twin of JUNKO, what more needs to be said?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

They would really hate it, and try to make them happy to mixed success.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

She won't hurt her target, even if she kidnaps him she's the ultimate soldier, you're not going to get a scratch on you, even if you think youre going to get hurt, even so much as a bruise from her grip, she's got enough control over her body to not leave a single mark.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

She's a follower at heart, be assertive as well as firm and turn her from a stalker into your own guard dog.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Nope! See unique!

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Much reverence, but its a far reverence, see again the stalking and staring, like you are a golden idol they are too cursed to ever do more then watch and wish to have.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Mukuro can pine for years, but the moment her darlings in real danger shes snapping and getting them out of here no matter what she has to do.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not purposefully, but if you struggle and fight a lot, the isolation and monochrome repetitive life will start to wear on anyone

[megumi-fm]

ceasar stabby week 🥰🥰

a happy belated ides of march to all my tumblr besties I hope you guys got to stab shitty rich people in power, or like a ceaser salad or a chocolate or something

💻 Internship Work // progress tracker

✅ overall script and folder setup ✅ sitehound debugging and setup ✅ fpocket analysis for all PDB files 🔁 pocketdepth shenanigans

🎓 Uni Stuff

✅ MSc Application (! one more down!)

💎 Ongoing SVT Brainrot

📺 GoSe2021 ⚡The performance that has me sold on Hoshi's Horangi agenda

🍰 Other Things This week

🎰 Went to an arcade with my bestie <3 📖 Read the Kamogawa Food Detectives!! it was such a cute book it made me hella hungry though xD 🎶 soundtrack of the week: Drama 🤝 Baddie 🤝 Eenie Meenie 🤝 the Holy Trinity of it-girl kpop

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[Mar11 to Mar 17 ; week 11/52 || time is going way too fast. short entry for this week but i have made some scary plans for this month so hopefully the next entry is a bit more eventful... I've been saying I'll do a lot of stuff but I haven't been able to commit... I really hope I stick to the new plan as much as I can. it's that time of the year where I gotta start finding new ways to keep myself accountable, brr]

[hyog-blog]

The Story of Pearl Girl (ep. 17)

Oh, they're killing it with the dessert aesthetics. Picture-perfect cinematography, worthy of a high-budget movie. Just wanted to screencap this whole desert sequence! They also did great designing the desert city and everyone's attire change.

Don't want to say anything about the plot at this point because the foreshadowing is heavy in this one XD It's like a storm brewing in the distance and you can already feel the crispy air getting filled with the smell of ozone, promising a heavy shower or maybe a tornado.

Aesthetically-wise it's a feast for the eyes :3 But I'm still asking (the screenwriters, probably) just why, oh why do they have to go to the evil guys' den when they now have each other and can just go do some less stabby trading and maybe have some kids along the way?

It appears Yan Zijing isn't all about revenge, he also has a bigger picture in mind - like saving people from the bandits and not letting anyone else suffer his fate. Which is admirable, but I'd rather he chose to make himself and his woman happy (yeah it's selfish, but also - not really). What can I say - PRIORITIES.

Let's enjoy some pretty desert shots while we're waiting for the hailstorm or whatever is coming to hit us hard (I'm not watching any episode trailers to save my heart from premature damage XD)

The indoor scenes are also so-so pretty. I really appreciate what the stylists, decorators, and other designers are doing here.

[redwolfstabs]

My thoughts on the Billy and Sam storyline ‼️

- bare with me, I got a lot to say about this.

• First of all- I will say I absolutely love and hate this storyline- I love it because I love Sam and Billy, I hate it because some parts felt iffy BUT ANYWAYS.

• Starting in the first movie here- hallway scene. We see two girls walk past Billy as Sid runs into him- after one of the girls pass, another passes and says “Hey christy, wait up!” Christina carpenter!! Anyways- he seems a bit distracted, doesn’t he?

You can see him look away for a moment midconvo- NOW I WILL SAY. This could just be his mannerisms, however, for this let’s say it’s not.

• this would mean that He might’ve had a fling with Christina sometime during his relationship with Sid. Not a shocker, really, considering he didn’t really seem to actually love her.

•Skip forward, Billys dead, Sam learns he’s her father, she’s an adult and has a little sister Tara.

• Sam sees hallucinations of Billy often in reflective surfaces, reason being: he’s her father. Once she knows this, and knows what he did, it causes her to distance from her family and woodsboro as she’s not keen on the idea of being like him.

• Billy kinda acts like herrrr.. “Dark Passenger”, so to speak. [if any of you get this reference I’m forever happy.]

• First time we see Ghostly Billy, it’s in the hospital. And Billy mentions that Sam needs to tell Tara why she’s being targeted. So, Sam does this.

• Later, we see Billy in the car with Sam and he’s being a silly stupid menace. He’s basically just like “let’s fucking stab whoever is doing this to you and your sister! Cmon! Stabby stab!”

• Now, you could interpret this as Billy caring about Sam and Tara. OR you could interpret this as Sam thinking that maybe Billy would actually care if he was around. Either way, this scene makes him a Grey character. As he still wants to commit murder through Sam, he’s suggesting this because it’s his kid in danger. It’s a grey character thing.

• Later, at the end of the movie, Sam sees him again. This time, it’s because her boyfriend Richie is about to murder her. Billy nods over to the knife, and when Sam looks at it then back at him, he kinda gives a nod. Which, could be a nod of approval. Which again, shows that maybe Billy could care about his kid.

• Scream 6. Sam reveals that killing Richie was pretty damn easy, because it meant her and Tara would be safe. However, because of this, she becomes the town pariah. They took Billy’s whole plan, and made it sound like her. Meaning they think she committed all the murders and pinned it on Richie. [which by the way, I didn’t like so much. Redundancy.]

• one thing I wanna mention, I believe it was Gale who mentioned Billy AND stu as killers. Most forget stu, think he was just a lapdog when he was in fact VERY IMPORTANT.

• Anyways. Sam comes across all the robes and knives with the robes and she’s immediately drawn to Billy’s.

• Sam gets her hallucinations back and the first thing Billy says is something like “How cool is this place-” and you can tell by her demeanor she’s unsettled.

• Team Loomis ‼️

• Sam ends up Taking said Robe and knife at the end of the movie to kill the ghostfaces who’re after her because of Richies death

• She doesn’t want to, because then she’s be proving to Billy that she’s a killer just like him. But she needs to survive. She really does.

• She gets a little knife happy, but that’s okay because she’s a Loomis

• TARA is actually the one who gets her to commit the final murder which I think is a slay EBDJSND

• At the very end of the movie, Sam looks at the mask in her hand [Which is billys] and then she drops it. It’s symbolic in a way, showing she’s lowkey kinda over this Loomis shit.

• I LOVE LOVE LOVE this storyline because it shows how Sam grows, and it also gives us a little bit of grey character Billy moment

[Reblogs appreciated, but not forced!] [ @smashlovesscream ]

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Epilogue (SinsDC)

Epilogue

Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

POC!Reader "Nyx" x ?

Summary:

In the light of a new day, the past comes to darken your door.

Warnings:

18+ Only MDNI, Implied Smut

Notes:

I just couldn't help myself with this one. It's going to be fun see how this all pans out in the main fic. Happy Reading Heathens! 😈

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

Wiping the fog from your bathroom mirror, you take a step back admiring the evidence from the prior night's arduous activities. A story written along your flesh of the relationships that have built over time. Relationships that have shifted from more than just lust and mutual respect to something more. Something you are not quite ready to think about or admit.

Throwing on your tiny black silk robe, you pull your hair up into a messy bun and head out into the hall. Making your way to the surveillance office where Jensen, your favorite muscly little tech nerd is reviewing all the footage from last night. Including all of your amorous activity.

“How do you want these packaged up Boss? This is delicate material. Wouldn’t want it falling into the wrong hands.”

“Encrypt it and send it to my private server along with a physical copy of each delivered to my quarters. Then delete any trace of them. We can never be too careful.”

At that moment Wade struts through the office door. “Nyx! You’ll never guess who I have with me.”

An imposing figure steps into the room. Your eyes take in the dirty brown boots, tight blue jeans held up by a belt with a large buckle, and well worn white tank topped with a leather jacket. Stopping at a bearded face you know all too well.

“Hello Logan. Long time no see.” You greet the smirking man.

“Well didn't you fill out nicely, little one?”

“Want to give this body a test run? I think I might be able to finally best you old man. Even with those stabby stabby’s.” You tease.

“We talking hand to hand or something more?” He quirks a brow.

“Are you telling me your body is on the table as well Mr. Howlett? You can’t tease a blood thirsty girl like that. It’s downright cruel.”

“Still holding that torch for me pup?”

“The flame never extinguished. No matter how many times you tried to douse it by fucking all my friends. I had to hear about your stamina and prowess quite frequently. Only piqued my curiosity all the more that you wouldn’t let me take a ride. Especially knowing how well I could take those claws of yours.”

“You were too young, pup. Plus you were off limits. I wasn't going to cross Madam or Cliff. Those women should have been thanking you by the way.”

“And why is that?”

He steps forward so that your barely covered breasts graze his abdomen. Releasing a single adamantium claw as he runs it along your thigh, slightly lifting your short silk robe in the process.

“That bratty attitude you had at 18 accompanied with the skills you already acquired was quite the aphrodisiac. Left me pent up after every session. Needed somewhere to release that tension and Madam offered up her girls in return for my continued training with you.”

You fidget with the tie of your robe. Uncaring of the two men still in the room witnessing this rare moment of vulnerability. “You disappeared when they died. I was left to my own devices. The bloodlust got the better of me and for a minute there I was lost in the haze. I looked for you, ya know?”

“I know bub. Got real close a couple times too.”

“I’m still mad at you.”

“Let me make it up to you then? I’ll even let you get a free shot in.”

You quickly grab his wrist, claw gleaming in the office light, and stab him in his left thigh.

“SON OF A BITCH!” He roars out. “You vicious little wench. I wasn’t ready.”

You laugh in his face as he retracts his claw. “Quit your bitchin. You’re already healing. Plus you deserved it. Now.” You place your hands on this heaving chest. “Are you going to let me kiss it better?”

He wraps a hand around your throat. Teasing his thumb along your throbbing pulse point. “Just remember, curiosity killed the cat.”

“Well good thing this pussy can handle losing a few lives.” You grin up at him. “Jensen, I’ll be retiring to my private quarters. Make sure the sound proofing is set to high. I am not to be disturbed for the next 48 hours unless someone is bleeding or needs to be, understand?”

“Roger that. Need me to cut the video feed as well?” Jensen adds.

“No.” You look up at Logan. “You can keep it running. Link the live feed to Tony’s office as well. Hide it but make it obvious you're doing so.”

“You know Rogers is going to hate that. Take it as a challenge. He doesn't like to share outside of his team.” Logan pipes up.

“It’ll be a good reminder that I am not exclusively theirs when outside of the club then won’t it. Plus I like when the Captain is angry. The lack of control is delicious.”

“You devilish little minx. You’re going to make me regret ever leaving you behind aren't you?”

 “I promise you’re going to love every tortuous second of it.”

“You’ve got to let me watch.” Wade blurts out.

“You better hurry up and make it to the tower then, Wade. Be sure to send the team my regards.”

[theladyofbloodshed]

I saw your review of 'When the moon hatched ' on goodreads and cackled!

You don't know how right you are about it being ToG fanfic.

The only reason i finished it was because I was listening to the Audiobook while I cleaned

You are stronger than me to get through to the end. It was like 20 hours or something? I was listening on spotify but you only get 15 hours a month in the plan and I decided not to waste anymore on that book 😂

This review kills me

- a copycat celaena sardothien that’s somehow more annoying???! a snarky, sassy, stabby assassin 🗡️🩸that doesn’t actually do any assassinating despite the fact that apparently she is the bestest most greatest assassin in all of the rebel organization that she works for!!✨✨ And also actually he has a cabin that was his mom’s that’s really nice and has a great city where all the people are super happy and a friend group consisting of more ambiguously tan men that are not-cassian and not-azriel because they don’t have wings and his hot sister who is “the most beautiful” but she’s not Mor because she has brown hair not blonde🥰✨ Have you ever wanted to read more about the most annoying and entitled assassin in existence: Celaena Sardothien?? Well here’s her clone newest competition on the block!! 🪩Raeve🪩✨😍✨ she’s the most special special girl!!! She’s the heir to the super powerful and strong family that all got murdered while she was sleeping!!