#he *would* have a grudge against signals

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

"A lot of nonsense about a signal box," grumbled Gordon. "Too many of those, if you ask me."

[axelsagewrites]

Where Am I?*Introduction/Part One

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, (future) Bjorn

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

Word Count: 2445

Warnings: time travel being possible, bullying, getting chased by some very confused vikings, imprisonment

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"Cmon Jason. Give it a rest," you heard one of his friends tell him, but you were already crossing the bridge to get away from them.

You'd came to the park after school to relax after yet another hellish day of studying. You were a history student, obsessed with the Vikings, and sadly for some reason Jason's enemy number one. Apparently, the frat boy still held a grudge for the time you rejected him last year and decided to make your life a misery.

As you were halfway across the bridge you heard laughing then footsteps and just as you went to turn you felt him grab your bag off your shoulder. Well, he tried. You grabbed it back, yelling "help!" As his other friend tried to help him pull it away. 

You glanced behind you to see if anyone was near but no. You were alone of the bridge 6 feet at least above the deep lake. "Dude!" You heard the friend again as your head whipped back around.

"fine!" Jason yelled as he let go of the bag just as you had attempted to tug it from him. "Wait no!" You heard his voice before you felt the wood dig into your back and then heard a sickening snap.

You screamed as you felt the wind rush past your face, hair whipping around as your body hurtled headfirst towards the water. You felt your head sink in and the water ring in your ears like church bells as your eyes screwed up tight.

You waited for your head to crash against the rocks but instead felt your legs hit the soft ground, your butt and shoulders soon following. Your head hit the ground gently as a groan left your lips. As your eyes opened you realised not only did you feel no water or soggy clothing but that a scattered sunlight was washing over your face. 

"What the-" you muttered as you sat up. Your guitar bag was still clutched in one hand, your backpack hooked around your elbow, and now your earphones had been tossed behind you during the fall. That however did not concern you as much as the overwhelming greenery.

The Forrest around you had winding trees up to the sky with whispers of squirrels and rabbits in the background. You pulled yourself to your feet as your eyes scanned the woods. "Where am I?" You muttered as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them in your bag. 

You checked your phone however there was not only no signal but now the time had become dashes alongside the battery percentage. The Wi-Fi and Bluetooth signals were now just colourful blobs and even when you tried opening the emergency number call it refused to let you punch in the digits. You sighed and turned it off, hoping that by the time you found your way out the Forrest it would have rebooted so you could call your parents or maybe even a hospital since you'd obviously hit your head very hard.

You put the phone in your bag and zipped it up, even using the number lock your mother insisted you put on it to keep your bag safe. You weren't sure which way to go. After all no matter where you walked you could either be going closer or further to whatever destination would be the safest.

Fuck it. You thought. There's only one way to find out. You walked through the forest, not even trying to not step on twigs or ruffle leaves since you were probably just far deeper into the campus woods than you'd ever been before. However, then you heard voices.

Well laughter really. At least three men. Your footsteps slowed encase Jason and his friends had somehow made you lose your mind and we're torturing you but no. Instead, you held back a gasp as you peaked through the leaves to see four men with their backs to you.

One was sat on a log playing with what looked like a dagger while another two practised throwing axes. Fuck. All three were dressed as if they were Vikings. Perhaps you'd been studying them too much and had officially lost your marbles.

Or perhaps the other Viking nerds in your school had formed a club. As you debated taking a step forward one of the men missed his throw causing another to yell out a jab. As the man span round to answer his eyes stopped when he saw you. His hand shot out to nudge the man next to him who turned around.

He was a brunette man with a long braid down how back "I'm Ubbe," the boy called as he stepped forward, "Who are you? Why are you here?" He called however your eyes wandered down then widened as you saw him gripping his axe.

"Tell us!" The boy who had missed called, stepping closer. Your eyes wandered to the third who was reaching for something in his belt when you finally made up your mind.

Run. You turned, sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you. Your feet hammered against the dirt as their shouts echoed through the forest. You didn't dare glance back or stop for the branches whipping against your face. There was finally a break in the trees. Freedom. Safety you thought.

As you ran you arrived at the top of a hill. You turned to look down, expecting to see your campus when dread filled your blood. No this wasn't real. A village of Vikings now looked up at where you stood on the hill.

You stood for a moment panting as you overlooked it all. That was until you heard them again. "Stop right there!" Ubbe all but screamed. 

You ran again. To your left was a high cliff facing a grey blue ocean and to your right was 3 very angry looking Vikings. You decided to take your chances with the clueless as you barrelled down the hill into what looked to be like a market.

Despite being the least terrifying person here they all jumped out your way, gasping and screaming as you ran all while Ubbe and the others chased you. 

You were running towards a bridge by a stream and decided for one last second to glance behind you. They were just running around the corner when you felt a hand grab your foot as the other got swept up in the air.

It was as if your body took flight as you fell to the ground with a large thump. You groaned as you tried to pick yourself up just for a large hand to grab your shoulder and flip you on your back. 

As you stared at his electric blue eyes your own eyes widened. "Ivar?" You whispered and his eyes widened so much you wondered if it hurt however just as he went to speak Ubbe pulled him off him.

Ubbe. Your brain clicked. There's no possible way. It couldn't be. Surely not. Ubbes hand pulling you to your feet. "I asked you a question," he growled as you gasped for air. As much as you wanted to be tough and brave and all the other things these Vikings were being faced to face to Ubbe was too much as the spots began to cloud your vision and you felt your body fall limp as the world faded to black.

-

As you began to stir you half expected to open your eyes and see your dorm room, but the hard stick pressed against your spine made you doubtful. Your eyes opened to find yourself in a wooden cage in the corner of what looked like a bedroom. It was dark and suddenly felt very small as your hands grabbed the bars as you began to shake them.

“Fuck,” you grunted as you hit your hand against the frame but instead of it budging now your hand just hurt. Before you could try for any longer you froze when you saw the door slowly push open.

“I see what you mean,” a woman’s voice muttered as she approached your cage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her or the men behind her, “What is she wearing?” she whispered.

“We don’t know,”

“We found her like this,”

“Do you think she’s a witch?” you felt your blood run cold at the man’s word.

The woman stood up and turned to what you soon realised were her sons. In fact, now you realised who they all were. It was Sigurd who’d claimed you may be a witch but how could he possibly be real? He was a tv character after all.

“Perhaps but we cannot know for sure yet,” Aslaug whispered to her son, “Can you speak child?” she called out to you as if she was shouting on a dog. Your head raised so you could get a better look, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“What are we going to do?” Ubbe asked. As the four spoke amongst themselves you realised one was missing. Ivar was nowhere to be seen.

“Your father should be home any day now. We will wait for him,” Aslaug finally determined, “I have never seen someone like this. I do not wish to find out what harm she can cause alone,” with that the four turned to leave, shutting the door and leaving you in the stale dark once more.

You sighed as you leaned back against the cage however as your eyes scanned the room you noticed your bags sitting in the corner making your head instantly perk up. You knew you didn’t have anything sharp in it but as your stomach rumbled you realised what you did need. Food.

As you began to wonder how you would get to your things you heard the door crack open. You looked up as Ivar dragged himself into the room, constantly checking over his shoulder before he shut the door and brought himself over to your cage. His eyes scanned your frame as you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly.

“Who are you?” he murmured, his eyes landing on your face, “and how do you know my name?” the silence that followed was only broken by the loud rumble of your stomach once more as you winced. “You’re hungry?” he asked.

Finally, you nodded, and a smile quirked onto his lips, “So you do understand?” you nodded again, “If you tell me who you are I’ll bring you something to eat,”

You paused as you decided if it was worth breaking the façade, you’d created but as your stomach churned you realised starving to death before Ragnar returned was not worth it. you whispered your name, but your voice was hoarse from lack of use.

Ivars’s head tilted slightly as his eyebrows knitted, “What a usual name,” he mused.

You bit back a laugh. “Coming from Ivar the boneless,” you muttered.

His eyes widened, a look of what you couldn’t tell if shock or rage or both washed over his face. “What did you call me?” he half yelled, grabbing onto the bars of the cage you were suddenly thankful for.

“It’s what everyone calls you!” you rushed out, pushing yourself as far away as possible, “In the textbooks that’s what legend says you were called I’m sorry,”

He paused, his hands slipping from the bar as the confused look returned, “What is a textbook?”

“Like a history book,” you said but that did little to explain it to him, “It’s like- “you paused trying to think what the closest thing to a Viking textbook was, “It’s like how you pass down stories in songs! We write them down in textbooks, so nobody forgets,”

Ivar paused for a moment as he finally relaxed again, “Where did you come from?” he asked, “And how do they know who I am? What have you told them?”

“I haven’t told them anything, my teachers they taught it to me,” you said, finally allowing yourself to sit at ease again, “I’m from the future,” the words felt foreign in your mouth as Ivar’s blue eyes widened.

“Prove it,”

“You’re Ivar the boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok,” you spoke but your voice was shaky as you tried to remember all you could, “Brother of Bjorn Ironside who explored the Mediterranean sea. Son of Aslaug. You go on to command the great heathen army,” you said and as you spoke Ivar looked like a child being read a bedtime story about pirates and mermaids, “You Ivar are a legend where I am from,” perhaps bending the truth a little but what would he know.

“And who- “

You cut him off this time when you felt your stomach lurch, “You said you would feed me. I won’t tell you anything else till you live up to your word,” you tried to sound firm, but it clearly wasn’t your style.

Still though Ivar nodded as he slowly began to drag himself away, “I shall return,” he said as he opened the door, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Don’t go anywhere,” he teased before shutting the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes as you sunk back into the wood behind you. “Oh god he really is nuts,” you whispered. Then again perhaps it was you that was nuts. After all you had just been talking to a Viking who’d died thousands of years ago.

Part two

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[thr0wnawayy]

Hi l, I absolutely love your takes and I want to ask smth...I never saw anyone ask before....what was the point of Izu?

Maybe you are confused with this question, after all, in the first chapter we see (the first signal of delulu) he wanted to be a hero and became one ...

And got suffering

Suffering

And oh yes sure, suffering.

Like ...what this helps in the narrative?

"he is there to cheer for abusers" something Izu haters say but ... honestly, that isn't correct as many people in this story cheer for Endy or Aizawa. Izu is not even needed for that.

I know we can't read Hori's mind to know what was the point....and we do know he doesn't hide his disdain for Izu....but like, in canon, he is just there to suffer and his suffering adds nothing.

"to show how corrupt the hero society is"

We have plenty of examples like that...Izu is really not needed.

So...again, why?

It's just tiring seeing him feeling worthless and people all validating this feeling. Why? No one knows nor cares.

The problem with Midoriya is it feels like he never actually works for anything.

Excluding for a moment the very real possibility of 'learned helplessnes'.

After Gran Torino, when do we see Midoriya work for anything? What does he accomplish?

Nothing, he gets nothing and he works for nothing.

Sure he worked for OFA but after that, he kind of stagnates. But admittedly it's not his fault entirely, The (very small) world of MHA seemed intent on screwing him over at every given opportunity.

Aizawa and the rest of UA is fucking useless as an institution. Throwing untrained child soldiers out on patrol and seeing what sticks. How nobody has died yet, idk.

One Ao3 commenter said it best:

"UA is a horrible learning environment where I wouldn't be able to trust anyone and would very quickly grow paranoid and grow/hold grudges against "stronger" students because every loses against them could mean my expulsion for being "too weak".

"Also, he uses his quirk all willy-nilly without caring about the potential lethality of such usage (you have a quirk like Denki's that stockpiled something like electricity, he uses his quirk on you, the stockpiled electricity goes haywire and kill you and several other people nearby or you risk losing years of accumulated energy.) OFA could have lost all it's accumulated energy.)"

Everything Midoriya does feels pointless because there's no reward. Midoriya receives zero acknowledgement or recognition and the viewers are given no payoff.

His classmates ignore him, or make some comment on his failings/pain but never act.

Aizawa seems to single him out constantly, while the rest of the staff, even All Might seem content to twiddling their thumbs as Aizawa continuously tramples over the rules of student-teacher conduct.

(no aggressive physical contact, no verbal abuse, etc)

Midoriya is the centerpiece and that's precisely why Hori tried to use him to prop up the abusive cash cows. It's narrative gaslighting 101.

"If the protagonist says it, then it must be correct"

I'm going to be honest, Midoriya was always a vessel for the plot but he at least had character. That's why so many people jumped ship when the Dark Deku are turned out to be a total bust.

Because there was no reason go engage in story that can't respect it's roots (original premise)

He was given power up after power up with no thought on what came before

By the logic of OFA being a stockpiler, Flight should be the strongest quirk out of all of them. Gearshift should be the weakest. It makes no sense until you account for Hori's "subtle" sexism *and I have no idea if it's intended or borne of ignorance.

It was supposed to be "This was how I became the greatest hero"

Not "How we repeated the sins of the father"

That's why Midoriya fails as a protagonist, as a character. Because MHA doesn't have a protagonist, it doesnt have a hero. Just a bunch of super-powered SWAT celebrities covering eachothers asses.

Mha was a story about focusing on the victims .

And ended as a story about the abusers.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

What if Y/N becomes a host or vessel of a powerful entity intending to bring finality to the world? Kinda like Herrscher of the Void from Honkai if you even know that. What if Y/N gets passed by said entity, and how would things go out with them, wukong, and the rest of the characters?

Liu'er was never angry. 

To Wukong, a few things were certain, and one of them was that his friend, his mate, was the epitaph of calm and reason. Not this time.

"Did it ever cross your mind that I too could be affected?! That losing her would mean something to me too?! NO OF COURSE NOT! You just need to lash out, uh?!"

You were the creator. That's what everyone always said. The one and only, the true manifestation of life on this planet. How was it possible for you to be possessed by the end?

How did he not notice? The signals, everything... It was there, and he just let it happen.

His own desire to make others pay had clouded his mind, and this was the result.

You, his other mate, were under the influence of a creature that week only destruction and death on this world. It was your resentment that had called it here? Was his own?

"..."

"Came on! Now be angry! Do what you do best!"

"..."

"SAY SOMETHING!"

"... Liu'er..." His voice was calm and collected. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't shout it at you."

The macaque looked at his mate, his eyes fueled with anger and loss for what had happened to you.

///

Wukong is a proud one, but he's not stupid! He knows that, if it's necessary, an alliance must be made.

Maybe not with the archons of the nations that had hunted you, since he's too holding a grudge, but he would personally ask for help from the ones that he trusted or thought would help.

The travel is the first on the list. 

Lumine was always someone that he found trusted. She had always helped everyone and never raised her sword at you. She was one of your first protectors, and if you cared for her, he cared too. To be fair, he didn't even need to call her. She was the one that rushed to the island alongside Beidou, and she immediately proposed to help him in this mess.

"I won't leave her like this; she doesn't deserve more pain than she had already felt!"

"In that case, we'll raise our weapons together, sister."

The only archon that he can truly trust is Nahida. She'll be at his side, and Will will immediately work alongside Ba to find a good strategy and find a solution.

"It's like rotten seed. It has found ground in her pain and lonelyness."

"Can we fix it?" Asked the general, observing the status of their world under your corrupted work.

"Maybe we don't have complete knowledge about it, but maybe... the tree or memories... maybe it could help..."

"WAIT! We could forget the memory of our world! You couldn't outfit at risk!"

"Memories will be reforged, Ba. We must save what we have now. I won't let this demon corrupt a soul like the One of the Creator; the mistakes of others won't shape our future."

Neuvilette will completely embrace his status as an elemental dragon once more, reconnecting with his swore brother Wukong. He had always had a space in his heart for him, and now this affection will be put into trying to save you. While Sumeri held a neutral position over your man Hunt, Fontaine had banned it completely. Not only was Furina completely against it, but Neuvilette knew what you really were and suggested rescuing you instead of hurting you. Wukong had found you first, and he was grateful for that. And now, the nation of justice had to rise again in your favor to save you.

"I may not be the one that rules Fontaine any more, but this doesn't mean that I'll stand down!"

Wukong looked at the girl. Furina, the one that had always looked down on herself, was now secure, sweating her alliance with him—no, with you.

Neuvilette seemed proud to be able to stand by her side now more than ever. Both of them were always on the same level when it was about you, and now more than ever, the star of Fontaine was determined to do what needed to be done.

Wukong will do everything to bring you back. It would even destroy Celestia's itself if needed.

Nothing stays between you and him, not even the ending of their world together.

[loving-azerath]

One night Stand

With Captain Price

You were bored.

Bored to tears.

Every day was the same. You woke up at a too early of a time. Your body craving more sleep and a body beside you. You would make your coffee at home, tricking yourself into believing you were saving money doing so. When you knew that you would just buy a coffee later on in the day.

You would work, a shift that bored you to tears just as much. You fucking hated it but it was either this or being homeless and that was simply something you couldn't do.

It was a boring life. You had tried to date. You really gave it all, but with all of the fuck boys that didn't take time to get you ready. The toxic assholes who has made you cry far more times than you would ever admit. You were bored of that too.

You needed something.

It wasn't like you to go to a bar. No, and you weren't stupid. You knew better than to go by yourself. Roping in your best friend. One who had way more experience with the scene. One that you knew you could count on.

She had helped you style everything. Knowing the bar ahead of time and what outfits went with the occasion. She had this down to a science. "Okay now hair down- men like to see how long your hair is. They wanna know if they can pull it" She says, you chuckle taking the clawclip out of your hair and letting it fall around your shoulders. You didn't hate your reflection. It just wasn't what you were used to. Yet that was the point of tonight. To get out of your comfort zone.

So you continued.

She drove you guys to the bar. Since she was going to be showing you how to let lose and keeping you safe in this spot, she didn't plan on drinking. Though she never seemed to need to drink to be the life of any party. She was fun that way.

The bar was busy tonight. Men in uniforms, men in grudge looking pieces, men dressed like they belonged at a frat. Various different kinds though none seemed to catch your own attention.

Well- that was a lie. You were more attracted to the frat guys. It was part of the reason every fucking interaction with any man had been so disappointing. You knew that. You were attracted to the assholes who only wanted a place to put their dick in. So you pretended not to be interested. Letting your friend drag you to the bar and ordering you the first drink of the night. A tequila shot.

"You look tense- this will help. Don't drink too much tonight. If you do meet a guy that you wanna fuck you wanna make sure you aren't too drunk for it to be skivvy" She says, you chuckle, rolling your eyes but mentally noting her comment.

"Are any of these guys regulars?" You ask her, she looks around shaking her head.

"No- but fuck do I see someone I wanna make a regular" She says practically drooling. You follow her eyeline. Watching it land on a group. You couldn't tell who she was looking at. There were four of them. Sitting around a table with a pint of beer in front of them half empty. It was where you could tell the smell of tobacco was coming from. As one of them had a cigarette between his gloved fingers, a mask pulled up above his nose. Then another in a black beanie and black weather jacket. a cigar resting in his hand.

The other two weren't smoking, chuckling between themselves. you watch as one stands up, dark skin and short coiled hair. He backs up from the table heading to the bar. She follows him with her eyes. So he was who she wanted. He leans against the counter, putting a signal up to the bartender who seems to understand exactly what he wants.

"You're new around here" Your friend says to him, he looks at her smiling slightly before nodding.

"I am. You notice every bloke that comes into a place like this?" He asks, her eyes seem to widen.

"Fuck and your british. Fuck me up" She says, he chuckles

"Get that a lot round here." He admits "Though it's from no one who looks like you darlin"

She smiles at him, looking up at him through lashes with a look you have seen her give a thousand times. She extends her hand.

"I'm Vivian" She introduces herself, he takes it.

"You can call me Gaz" He replies back

It was like you were watching a movie you wanted to insert yourself in so badly. Not that you could. You just watched, knocking back another shot before looking around the room for anyone. Anyone who might have their eyes on you. There weren't lack of them either. Just none you wanted to waste a night with.

"I send you over here to get a drink and you find a friend" A gruff also british voice says, You look making eye contact with the man in the beanie. Your stomach flops. He's older, gruff looking, hot for no reason at all.

"Sorry Cap, I am a sucker for a pretty little thing with blue eyes" He says looking back to Vivian.

"Cap? You guys military?" You ask, you don't know why you do. You knew the answer. You just wanted him to talk to you. He nods at you, once again meeting your eye.

"Affirmative. Just here for the weekend." He answers

"Pleasure or business" You ask

"Business. Finished now" He tells you "You ladies from here? Or is it a holiday?"

"From here." You say, it seemed like such trivial conversation though the eye contact made your stomach move in ways you haven't felt from previous interacts with men before.

You don't know how it happened throughout the night. When they invited you to join them, when you were watching Vivian make heart eyes at every man at that table though her attention remained mainly on Gaz. You learned the others names. Soap, the only Scottish man at the table. His mohawk needing to be touched up a bit but he was good looking. And Ghost. The silent one who had uttered maybe five words the entire time. It wasn't until midnight when you realized how much time had flown by. Small flirtations towards Captain who you now knew as John.

Vivian and Gaz left to fuck in the bathroom at around 1 am. Soap making out with a random chick against a wall which left Ghost and Price. Ghost being the watch dog you observed. Keeping an eye on the door.

A glass was dropped, shattering and you notice both men reach for their hip. The outline of a holstered weapon grabbing your attention. It made your thighs squeeze together and you almost mentally kick yourself for it.

"Just a glass" Ghost says, John nods putting his hand back on his lap, his finger tapping against it.

"You don't seem like this is what you fancy a night out, darlin" John says, you look up at him. Shrugging.

"It's not- I needed something different. Sick of the same thing. Sick of the same...men" You say, he nods clicking his tongue

"What type of men would that be?" He asks leaning towards you slightly. You swallow hard.

"Men who just want something to stick their dick in for the night. Not that I don't like a good one night stand but fuck at least try to let me enjoy myself" You say, it could be the tequila. You wanna blame it on the tequila.

He chuckles

"What makes you think I'm not just like them?" He asks, you chew on the inside of your cheek.

"Are you?" You ask tilting your head to the side. He smirks, chuckling slightly.

"Wanna find out?" He asks

Yes. Yes you fucking did.

So that might be how it happened. How you ended up agreeing to let him take you back to your place. How you didn't end up half way through the door before his hands were on you. His lips were on you. His didn't kiss like the men you were used to. He was hungry but he knew what he was doing. His hands were rough and calloused but fuck did they feel good grabbing at you. Holding you against him. Pinning you against the closest wall. Your arms wrapping around his neck as he trails hot kisses from your lips to your jawline. To your collar bone, then teasing at the hem of your dress's bodice.

"Which way is your bedroom, sweetheart?" He whispers against your neck as he goes back up. You whimper at the feeling. Fuck did he know what he was doing. You pointed to the direction. Grabbing his hanging dog tags around his neck.

"Let me show you" You whispered

So you did, almost dragging him by the tags if he hadn't been following so close behind you. As soon as you closed the bedroom door he was on you again. Grabbing your face with his two hands and walking you back to your bed until your knees hit the edge. Falling back on it. Though he doesn't fall with you. No, this man just bends over with a practiced ease that flooded you. Pulling you by your legs further down slightly to angle you where he wanted. Lifting your skirt.

"If you need me to stop-" he kisses your thigh "If I do something wrong" He loops his fingers around the hem of your panties "Tell me and I'll stop"

He pulls them off. He didn't give you time to reply before he latched himself onto your clit. Pulling a noise from you that you didn't recognize.

"That's it pretty girl, let me hear you" He mumbles against you. He laps you up like this man hasn't eaten in days. You were gripping the sheets around you and staring down at him as he devours your cunt. Panting through pleasure you haven't had before. His grip on your thighs to hold them open was almost a bruising pressure but you didn't seem to mind this time.

"Fuck- John" You gasp your head tilting back

"Mhm- that's right love say my name. Tell me how good I'm making you feel. One of his hands leaves your thigh, teasing your entrance and even that was sending you close to the edge.

"Fuck- yes right there. John fuck-please it feels so fucking good" You say so lewdly you don't even know if it's your voice anymore. He listens, letting his finger slide in and pumping in and out of you until you are spasming around his finger. Your eyes rolling back as curses and his name fall from your lips.

You were still panting, but he doesn't waste time. Unbuckling his pants and lifting your legs onto his shoulders. Almost bending you in half, pressing your knees against your chest. He doesn't put it in yet. Just slides himself through your folds. Wetting his length. You buck your hips trying to guide him into you but he just tsks at you.

"Gotta go slow for this part darlin, don't wanna hurt you" He says, you don't get it. Not until the tip hits your entrance and you realize. This man is fucking huge.

"Oh my go-" You don't finish as it turns into a whine as he pushes through. Slowly but every inch is sending you further into the stars. He backs out a couple of times starting again and it has you panting under him.

"Good girl- just breathe. Almost there" He tells you, he finally sinks fully into you. Groaning at the feeling of your wet walls clenching around him. Accustoming to his size. The first thrust has you literally seeing stars and the gasp that comes out of you almost has him in a chokehold.

He pace is brutal, but fuck does it feel good. The air around you filled with the sounds of your bodies slapping together and how wet you are made it sound so fucking pornographic you were in awe that this was you. Making a sticky fucking mess of his cock.

"You are so god damn wet- so fucking tight. This what you needed baby? To be fucked properly?" He asks you just nod because you are so fucked dumb what are words anyway.

Every thrust left you gripping for sheets, for heaven, for him. Finding his dog tags again and yanking it down. He groans deeply moving a hand to your throat. He doesn't squeeze and for a moment you were kind of afraid. Though it subsided almost as soon as you saw the absolute pleasure written on his face. The subtle pressure on the sides of your neck makes you dizzy but in the best way.

He was slamming against you, the combination of your moans together was filling your ears and imprinting itself in your brain. The same way he was imprinting his cock into your walls.

"Fucking hell...you're taking it so fucking well for me baby" He says, you almost lose your fucking mind. It was the most back arching, sheet gripping, mind blowing sex you had ever had and you weren't sure you would recover from it.

You couldn't even tell how much time was passing. Just that every second, every minute felt like you were floating. Like you were made for nothing but this and you didn't want to be anything else.

He slows, letting your legs down and massaging your aching hips for a moment before moving you. Manhandling you to bend over the bend. Your back arched so prettily for him over your bed. He presses your face into the mattress by holding you by the neck. Re-aligning himself. Pushing in was easier this time but you felt everything so much more. He doesn't begin right away grabbing your wrist with his free hand and moving it under you. Tapping you soaking clit with his fingers.

"Come on, tight little circles for me. Be good for me. I wanna feel you cum on this fat fucking dick" He says, you listen because you wanted it to.

His thrusts were just as unforgiving in this position. Though he was hitting your spots just right from it. Forcing you to climb a lot faster than you thought you could like this. He could feel it. He growled and moaned as he could feel you slowly tightening around him. Slowly losing your breath and your moans turning into something far more feral.

"Fuck- fuck oh my fucking god John. I'm going to fucking cum please please don't fucking stop" You didn't know who was talking, you didn't recognize the words or your voice but it was you. It was the bitch in heat he was turning you into. His hand leaves your neck moving to the base of your scalp where he pulls you off the bed and against his chest. Your hand still working those tight little circles sending waves of goosebump causing pleasure. A tight arm wrapping around you to keep you in place and release some pressure from your hair. His fingers spread across your abdomen and the size of his hand was enough to fuck you up.

It sent you. Off the cliff that seemed to only be safe because of his hand wrapped around you. You shook against him, eyes rolling back so hard you thought they would live there. Practically screaming his name as your hand comes down to his hips, digging your nails into his skin.

He growls but its not in anger. He's close. Proof in his stuttering hips and more panty type groans.

Finally he cums, filling you so full that you could feel the pressure of it. Both taking a moment as he pants through his orgasm and you pant through coming down from yours. He pulls out of you and you can feel him leak down your thighs and normally it would annoy you. But this time you thought it was the hottest fucking thing.

He stays the night. Though he isn't there by the time you wake up. A notecard with his phone number on your nightstand. You smirk down at it and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You now found a new craving. Not only for him. But for older men. For larger men. For men that knew what they were doing. He had ruined you. Ruined you for those shitty frat boys and toxic assholes. And you were so fucking okay with that.

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A/N: I… I need to write this… Before the Rollo fever is gone…

• F!Reader; Rollo

• 〔　！ 〕Smut; Yander-ish theme (Not sure it is, anyways idk how to write yandere); Slight non-con? Not sure it can be even considered so; Grammatical errors; Not proofread

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"Will you be okay?" He flinched as he felt his fingers accidentally grazing hers when he went to grab another croissant, immediately recoiling back and trying to keep his detached persona up. She stared at him worryingly, tilting her head to the side, not thinking much about the slight and almost unnoticed touch she felt on her hand. But right now, he looked distressed as he coughed in his hands before he took his handkerchief and pressed it against his nose.

She saw him take a deep breath —probably to cool himself down, and with that supposition she went to grab her cup, a pinky up and her other hand under the decorated porcelain to support it as she brought it to her mouth. She should play his sudden awkwardness off, casually drinking her café au lait with closed eyes as she savored the warm drink, the one they always had together, as to allow him to pick himself back-up without the awkwardness of someone staring intensely at you.

After a while, she heard the sound of a cup being taken from its plate, signaling to her that he had taken his own beverage. "Sorry for this unsightly display." She hummed dismissively, pulling her cup down enough for her to shake her head. But her answer was not enough to dispel the shame overtaking him, she was dear to him after all, and he didn't want to risk blowing up the image he had tried so hard to build, the one he had worked hard on just for her. "As for your question… I do think that it'll be alright." Of course it'd be. It wasn't an event planned on the spur of the moment.

She breathed out with relief, putting her cup down and smiling at him with a fondness that he had grown to appreciate. Right, everything he had planned to do was all just for the two of them, even if she was unaware of the most important of his plans. But oh was she as sweet as the mercy Maria had offered him, and he knew that she would not hold any grudge towards him when she'd discover it — or perhaps was it his delusional wish whispering those sweet words in hopes that he wouldn't back down. "I'm glad to hear that. Although you seem a bit unsure, I trust you, Rollo." She pressed a hand against her chest, empathizing on the trust she had for him.

It was hard not to look up to him. For the Student Council President of the Noble Bell College to take her under his care despite her lack of magic, helping her with the consequent amount of school work given to them, and even allowing her to help him clean the gargoyles early in the morning before they would sit and enjoy the view with a cozy silence. Such kindness was rare, and she was grateful. This world may have been confusing for her, but with his presence, it was more than bearable, and she quickly got adjusted to it. If anything, she was glad that she ended up here instead of any other place.

She leaned her cheeks inside her palm as she closed her eyes with a dreamy smile. "Aah, I can't wait for that ball…" By the way she whispered the last word, it was clear that she looked up to the grand show he had planned and wanted to propose to the headmaster. "I've never been to one. You'll keep your first dance for me, right?" It was obviously a joke as she laughed and waved her hand dismissively right after, but Rollo couldn't help her proposition from lingering in his mind as he cut a piece of the croissant in his hands before eating it. While the ball was only a decoy for the much greater plan he had been working on for a while already, he only grew shy at the thought of dancing with her. Imagining her body cladded in the most beautiful gown as she would press her chest against him, the two of them partaking in that vile tradition under the gaze of those miscreants who would envy them.

"I'll take your request into consideration." Although he had already made up his mind. But she didn't know that and was only left with her mouth agape with surprise.

As if out of instincts, or more like he acted before thinking, he stretched out his hands and closed her mouth with a frown, which only made the two of them blush like teenagers experiencing their first love story. He didn't mean to do so, he just thought that her expression was unsightly, not fit for someone as merciful as her, and before he knew it one finger was under her chin and his thumb caressing her cheek. He quickly moved away, once again taking his handkerchief out and hiding the expression on his face. As for her, she timidly looked to the side, touching the spot where his thumb used to lay on her face. "Please, I'm sorry for this inappropriate gesture."

She turned back towards him, and he knew that the blood coloring his cheeks wouldn't go anytime soon as she nervously licked her bottom lips before biting on it. "It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong." She meant it innocently, honestly expressing that she didn't take the gesture in a bad way, but his mind couldn't help but reel into much ill-suited thoughts.

"Is that so? Then I humbly thank you for your leniency." He held a small smile, not letting through the depraved wishes growing inside him. He had been holding himself for so long, the affection he held for her these past three years, only growing and twisting to fit those new immoral needs only sinners indulge. And unaware of that, she smiled back at Frollo, rejoicing in his change of facial expression, only managing to feel proud for making him smile.

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The same day, the news that Rollo's idea had been accepted was in everyone's mouth. All talking excitedly about the ball and wondering if bigger and more influential schools would accept their invitation and partake in the party. It was exciting, for a gathering of this size to be held on the very ground of their school, and the pride that came with it made them work hard for the entire month. The preparations went smoothly, both students and teachers alike enjoying the jovial atmosphere, enjoying the harmony in which the school seemed to have fallen into.

And the night before the ball, the students made one last round to check if everything was put together and ready to be shown to the foreign students coming to their school, all under the supervision of Rollo who looked over them diligently. The decorations were all put up, ingredients for the meals prepared and meticulously counted, and the clothes for the guests neatly folded and placed in a small chest by the Student Council President's office.

Everyone let out a deep breath once Rollo concluded everything was alright, wishing a restful night to one another as they parted ways to their dorms. She was about to do so, removing the dust in her hands by clapping them soundlessly, but was stopped by her friend who had stepped closer to her when she was focusing on something else. "Are you busy right now?" She blinked a few times, surprised by the question, but when she saw how his skin creased between his eyebrows, she immediately answered back.

"N-No, I—... I was just planning on going to bed." While stuttering at first, she managed to breath and calm herself down enough for her to say her sentence. Unlike how he would usually answer, a simple nod and called it a day, he instead approached her, closer than usual but not quite to the point that it would be indecent.

"Then I need you for a moment. Please follow me." She blinked a few times but immediately followed him once she saw that he had already started to move towards his office. She didn't know what he possibly needed, but she couldn't say no to him when he so rarely asked things out of her. She could at least do so.

And so, cluelessly, she walked behind him until they reached the room the headmaster had bestowed upon him so he could diligently performed his duty as the President of the Student Council. Once they stepped inside the office, her attention immediacy switched to the decorations in the room. While few in quantity, it was still her friend who chose them, and she was fascinated to see just what he had done to make the room more comfortable for him. By doing so, she failed to see him still standing by the door with tight lips, she could neither hear the soft click as he locked the door. She could not run away now, her fate sealed by his very hands, and it did not fail to make his heart skip a beat with excitement. Hopefully she would understand him. And if she couldn't, well... He'd just force her to.

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Chest now pressed against the table, face flushed and drooling on the table, he admired the way she seemed just pitiful under his administration. If he had known that he only needed his fingers to render her into this stupid and thoughtless state, he would have done so much earlier. How pathetic she appeared before him, wet both up and down there with that dumb look stuck to her warm face as she breathed heavily from the numerous climaxes she had had. And while he should be disgusted by this sinful sight… It only prompted him to slam a hand against her ass once more, watching as a colorful show of purple and red bloomed on her skin due to his ring scratching her skin, enjoying the cry leaving her lips, too tired to properly voice her complaints like when he had first done it.

But it wasn't enough, not for him who felt anger coursing through his body at the mere thought of all those mages —sinners— who'd step foot inside his domain, knowing that those fools would most definitely try to taint the purest being he had been given to seen to this day. And he couldn't let them do so. She was his. His to worship and protect. And with the fire growing inside him, he bent down so his chest could touch her back, his lips hanging right above her neck, breath hot and heavy against her skin.

Another whine left her mouth, but he didn't stop to listen to it as he pressed his lips on her neck, enjoying the way she was shivering under him, unaware of what he wanted to do. The first few seconds passed slowly as he merely kissed her skin over and over again as if addicted, but when he reached a spot right on her jugular, his lips switched with his teeth. What was a soft and sensual moment quickly morphing to something else as pain coursed through her body. Instead of a pleasured moan, one could hear the confusion and pain in her voice as she hissed and tried to move out of his grasp, but his weight was pinning her down and he held her hands back with fingers as strong as steel. She was lost, not knowing why he decided to make such a painful hickey where everyone could see it, but it was exactly what he had planned. He wanted for those mecreants to see that she was owned, for them to think twice before entertaining the thought of getting close to her. And the mere idea of it, imagining them with conflicted face as they would see the mark on her neck, only reminded him of the painful ache between his legs. Right, he had forgotten about that.

He didn't want to defile her just yet, wanting her to stay pure —for his twisted mind filled his brain with dreams of her standing before the altar and waiting for him in a white gown that hugged her chest perfectly, or the two of them in a dark room with only the setting sun seeping through the window and emphasizing her shapes. Or even her greeting him back from work with only a thin nightgown that teased him shamelessly— but maybe that he could try something else before claiming her body both inside out. They had gotten this far, she was creaming his fingers so mindlessly, even bucking into his hands despite him having told her not to seconds before with how fucked and cloudy her mind was.

So when he drew back from her neck, allowing her to finally breath, she was lost in her thoughts and didn't feel the hand moving between her hips and his, not feeling the way his fingers were struggling with his dress, not even sensing how his hips would buck clumsily. It wasn't until he moved his dick between her thighs did she realise what was happening.

She tried to turn around to see just what was going on, but the hand he used to free himself went to her head, keeping her face to the side. She was confused, maybe even scared as she felt something unsetlling growing in the pit of her stomach, but when she heard his heavy breath as he started to lazily rub his cock between her walls, it quickly got replaced by that familiar feeling of arousal. Maybe that she was as twisted as him, or maybe that her mind was still not in the right place after all those times she had cummed on his fingers, but she couldn't help it.

His breath stuttered when he felt her hips rolling back to his, trying her best to angle him so be could penetrate her once and for all instead of playing around. But he had none of it, continuing to tease himself but never once switching for something more intimate (although it was quite intimate already.) He was a stubborn man after all, if he ever set his goal on something, it was hard for him to ever abandon it. That was why he had even planned this ball, it was the very execution of a life-long idea he held close to his heart.

She whined under him, writhing as his cock was not enough to please her. The few times he would bump against her clit not stimulating enough for her to come just yet. And his pride swelled under her cries, growing and mixing with the pleasure he felt, effectively driving his mind off. The only thing that mattered was the growing heat in his stomach and the voice desperately calling for him to fuck her, and it only blurred out his vision, forcing him to close his eyes to better feel the assault of feelings moving his body against his will. It felt good, the softness of her skin surrounding his hard cock and her warmth teasing him each time he thrusted closer to her, smacking his hips against her ass and numbing their tender skin.

The coil inside him, the sudden warmth spreading from his lower stomach and haphazardly spreading inside his body down to his toes, threatening to spring free at any given moment drove him closer to the edge of the hill that his insanity was. It would only be a matter of time before this unhealthy fixation he had on her for these past years would finally eat him whole. And it did make him ponder whether he should come inside her, taking her off guard and offering her a life by his side — or more like forcing upon her. But when he felt the spasms slowly growing in force, he threw this idea away, instead hugging her close to him as his cum painted her stomach, still thrusting, albeit with a more sluggish pace, between her fold.

The shuddering of his body transferred to hers, making her pant as she felt the hot white droplets burning her skin. She whined, her numerous climax had successfully made her mind muddy, and tried to gain more friction from the limp cock between her legs. But she couldn't get much as a bright red hand mark appeared on the flesh of her ass cheek, a pained cry leaving her lips after he had slapped her with a frown on his face. She was too greedy, he had already made her come multiple times already yet constantly asked for more. He sighed as he took the band panties still hanging around her ankles, and pulled it up for it to hug her waist, trapping the cum clinging around her folds with it, her mewling and tired voice continuing to beg him in hopes of changing his mind. But when he set the skirt of the dress back in place, hiding any of the sinful traces of their activities, she eventually stopped, knowing that there was no need to try anymore.

His arm wrapped around hers, pulling her body up by tugging on it, but a hand immediately went to catch her shoulder as she fell into his chest. Her brain was still not properly functioning and her legs were aching, stopping her from keeping herself upright. Much to his dismay, instead of trying to walk, she nuzzled her face against his clothes, hugging herself closer to him. Although he was delighted to see the way she clinged to him — after all these countless nights wishing for her to finally realize that he was the only one she needed in this life, how couldn't he? — he couldn't help but be annoyed that she refused to move from their spot when they needed to get some kind of rest before greeting their guests in the next few hours.

Taking a deep breath to call his nerves, he pulled her arm around his shoulder and with the other pulled her waist closer so their sides could be pressed flush against one another. "Come sleep with me." He tried to compromise with her as a resort to move her somewhere. Not only was his room the closest right now, but a part inside him also rejoiced in sleeping with her even if doing so meant tainting them two. She hummed joyfully and followed quietly as he began to walk out of the office.

The casual intimacy falling between them didn't fail to create new fantasies inside his mind. If anything, he hoped that this school year would end fast so that the two of them could walk down to the altar. He couldn't wait anymore for her to finally become his.

(The fact that I'm posting a Rollo fic after Malleus made me laugh ngl lol)

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💙 Symmetry by Vir_Abelasan

💙 Symmetry

by Vir_Abelasan

M, 13k, Wangixan & Lan Sizhui

Summary: Despite what Jiang Wanyin and his Sect had done, despite everything, baba never once cursed them as they did the Yiling Patriarch's name. Mourn as baba did for Sizhui's family, for the family that had become baba's own in all but name, never once did he look upon the cultivation world in vengeance. Instead, every breath, every shred of life in baba's failing body had been dedicated to keeping Sizhui safe, fed and loved, as if the slightest speck of grudge towards the world would have tainted his own boundless love towards Sizhui. But Sizhui is alone in the world now, and he is not his baba - No one else is like baba, and Sizhui supposes that was what had sealed his father's fate, in a world where one is demanded to serve mere ideas of righteousness and honor rather than the people. And so upon seeing the purple robes amidst the crowd, Wei Sizhui decides that perhaps it would not hurt to start his path of vengeance a little closer to home. Kay's comments: This story is so beautifully written and it's my favourite dark!Sizhui story of all time. I really loved that he got to grow up with Wei Wuxian watching over him, though it was also very heart-breaking with Wei Wuxian suffering the side-effects of having destroyed the Tiger Tally and now dying slow death and I also loved the thirst for revenge that was slowly growing inside of Sizhui, absolutely marvelous execution. Sizhui's and Lan Wangji's relationship in this story is something else I also enjoyed. Not a story for Jiang Cheng fans, but also, phew, the angle this story decided to go for in regards to Wei Wuxian's and Jiang Cheng's and then Sizhui's relationship was creepy in the best way possible. Made the end even more satisfying. Excerpt: But Sizhui is all alone in the world now, and he is not his baba. No one else is like baba, and Sizhui supposes that was what had sealed his father's fate, in a world where one is demanded to serve righteousness and honor rather than the people, even if costs them the lives of innocents and loved ones. Sizhui does not blame his baba for wanting to detach them from that kind of world entirely, for wishing Sizhui a life unrestrained by everything that had torn baba's own life apart the moment he tried to do something beyond his given place. Yet again, he is not his baba. For along with the radish leaves that presses on his palm whenever he grips his sword, there is also the sunburst against his skin - Long gone but not forgotten. He had always meant to go for the Jins first, but the sight of the purple robes nudges at something inside of him. Memories of Popo's quiet gasp as a blade went through her chest, as purple flooded their humble home and Sizhui tried not to sob from his hiding place. Of baba's sad smile when Sizhui asked where the pretty purple bell he always wore was, that day he came home to the Burial Mounds with a stab wound on his stomach. Perhaps, Sizhui thinks as his eyes follow the swaying bells through the crowd, it would not hurt to start a little closer to home.

pov lan sizhui, canon divergence, wei wuxian lives, dead wei wuxian, no thirteen years of wei wuxian's death, kinda, good parent wei wuxian, single parent wei wuxian, revenge, dark lan sizhui, fake/pretend relationship, manipulation, power imbalance, torture, not jiang cheng friendly, jiang cheng's thirteen year murder spree, bamf lan sizhui, sect leader lan sizhui, lan wangji/wei wuxian get a happy ending

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MHA and mixed messages

Every series has a message that it sends to its readers whether it be something unique or cliche there is a message but with MHA A LOT OF ITS MESSAGES OR ARCS SEND MIXED SIGNALS. This really ruins the story because you have mixed messages like :

Anyone can be a hero ( only if you have quirk). This message of anyone can be a hero is instantly ruined the moment izuku gets OFA and then hori tired to bring it back with making mecha all might which makes me even more angry because if it were anyone that should of and deserved to become a quirkless hero it should of been Izuku

Forgive your abusers ( it was your fault in the first place). The poor todorokis and how badly endeavour abuses them all. I hate when hori and general endeavour stans try to minimise the amount of abuse enji inflicted on his family which varies from physical to financial abuse. I don't think enji should of been redeemed at all like honestly there is no way to redeem that man. I can go on and on about how badly done the arc is and how by making the todoroki family blame themselves for touya made NO SENSE AT ALL.

Anyone can be saved ( half of the villains weren't redeemed and shigaraki). This one has me so pissed honestly. Heros are there to save people or the idea that anyone can be saved but have any of the villains been saved and do they even want to be saved. The current leaks literally show shigaraki calling himself the incarnation of destruction and there is izuku somehow still trying to save him?!?! Like tell me how that's gonna work because it really isn't.

Someone with a provisional license can legally use their quirk ( Izuku gets in trouble). Izuku should of never gotten in trouble for fighting gentle criminal. He done everything legally and literally didn't break any of his bones. He took down gentle criminal without any fuss, almost no property damage and allowed the festival to still go on but somehow he gets in trouble ?!?!

Violence is never the answer ( bakugo exists and is popular). What I mean by this is that bakugo can be as violent as he wants towards ANYTHING and people will think highly of him and love him.

Doing bad things is bad ( have the hero's do bad things that the villains would get hate for). This has happened multiple times MHA seems to carry this idea of oh the villains can't do that because it's bad but it's ok if the hero's do it because they probably have a good reason. This can be seen with having shinso brainwash gigomachia but then it turns out that it's ok because machia has always had a grudge against AFO after abandoning him.

THERE ARE MORE IAM PROBABLY FORGETTING (this is all I can currently remember that really bother me)

So overall, MHA has a lot of mixed messaging that really really harms the story and characters. How are we supposed to believe in messages like anyone can be saved when in reality they can't. Stuff like this shows you how horikoshi fails at show and tell because all he usually does is tell not show and when he shows something it doesn't match up with the tell he tells us.

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Reasons why I think Jimmy might be a fae:

When splashed with the lore revealing potion, Jimmy became tiny. It might be that the potion is false and just shrunk Jimmy's size, but it is can also be possible that Jimmy turned tiny due to being a fae in disguise.

When talking to the old sheriff [Martyn], the old sheriff calls Jimmy a Pixie. Something EXTREMELY close to a faerie/fae. Not to mention the old sheriff never gave Jimmy his name.

This might not be on purpose but Jimmy is TERRIBLE in PvP lately. He tried killing fWhip twice and failed both times. Faeries are harmed by iron, and Jimmy has a literal railroad made out of it. Maybe it weakened Jimmy but he doesn't even realise it.

Faes don't forgive easily and hold grudges against people who have acted horribly towards them. They sometimes go into the persons way to ruin stuff for them, breaking their stuff.. cursing them... attempting to kill them sometimes as well.

Fae like children a lot more than adults and in some stories are shown playing with them and causing mischief. Jimmy didn't like Hermes at first, but that was only because of Joel. When the law/lore alliance was made Jimmy IMMEDIATELY became nicer to Hermes, even calling him a kind kid at one point. Not to mention Tiny Tom! Jimmy tried so hard to get Tiny Tom back, but that might just be him being a mama bird. It's a cool thought though. [FUN FACT: FAES USUALLY STEAL CHILDREN AS WELL] // EDIT: JIMMY KEPT HIS GOBLIN CHILD BECAUSE HE'S LONELY AND WANTS SOMEONE AROUND, BUT WHEN FWHIP BECOME A NORMAL EMPOROR AGAIN HE THREW THE GOBLIN CHILD AWAY? This gave me many mixed signals.....

Jimmy has NEVER gave his actual name to people in empires, which is James. He uses nicknames for himself near others.

Fae love nature and Jimmy has shown interest in getting more plants and life in Tumbletown, he just doesn't know how to. He has asked Sausage for tips multiple times.

Jimmy might have been a fae at one point and lost his wings, or just ran away from the other faes. It's a cool theory but very unlikely. But then again, we have no idea what Jimmy was before being a sheriff.

Faeries are easily offended and might turn evil if they feel like you have betrayed/wronged them beyond forgiveness. Sounds familiar huh??? *looks at Jimmy and Fwhip aggressively*

Jimmy has done SO MANY THINGS THAT WOULD GET YOU KILLED BY A FAERIE UNLESS YOU WERE ALSO ONE.. He entered a fae ring, said his name near the fae multiple times, accepted a gift from the fae, said sorry AND thank you, went around telling others about his interaction with a faerie, and more... Either Jimmy is a faerie or he's just the faes favourite.

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW!!! COMMENT IF YOU HAVE ANY THEORIES OR EVIDENCE :D I'd love to hear it!!

EDIT: MARTYN/OLD SHERIFF CALLED JIMMY ONE OF THE FAE AND JIMMY QUICKLY DENIED IT!!! Jimmy could be a runaway fae?? Maybe that's why he was so scared of the fae corruption! He might be thinking the faes want revenge.

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Summary: There will be no quarter when Ascilen life is at stake, Jubik would do whatever it takes to keep his hubby safe

Pairing: Jubik x Ascilen (baby boy of @jaghatai-khock

Genre: Action/drama/angst

TW: Hella blood, some fluff at the very very end, gore, angst

Goblin tag squad: @cardinalcanis @finchly-tintinnabulation @artemisareia @echo-of-damnation @meervalv0

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Holding on to you

The attack had come out of nowhere, in a maneuver that had taken the Imperials by surprise, a perfect strike to the heart of the Kianxe system had attempted to wipe out the supply lines of that whole area in the sector, if they succeeded it would had left Kianxe and the subsequent closest planets in complete darkness to lead into the Chaos the heretic forces were looking for.

It had been vengeance, for using the gene-stock of the Emperor's Children once again in the service of the Emperor, too to settle old grudges against the Chapter Master Aureus and his captains. The warband had used strategies of old to add insult to injury, with precise strikes to strategic points in ships and star bases on the level of precision the whole Legion once had been known for excelling at. The Merciful, not staying put with their arms crossed, had deployed in all the fronts possible to defend the system they called home and to bring retribution to those who had wronged them since the day they had been born as Astartes. However the enemy forces not only leaded with the strength of thousands if not millions of cultists and Marines alike, they counted too with Daemons bring forth from the Warp, infused with machinery in unholy amalgamations or straight up letting some of their ranks to be possessed by the foul fiends and serve as leaders on the slaughter that plagued the system.

That is where Aureus had sent distress signals for support on any and all loyalist forces there were available; Haseyr Stormblood and his Ember Nomads, like all friends do, had heard him and luckily by insistence of Jubik they were already on their way there from the Warp. It would he no easy task but if they managed to break through and facilitate a way out for the Imperials to counter attack, the Nomads would do it.

As for the Captain of the tenth company, Jubik was already being possessed by the "Spirits" before the first thunderhawk was even deployed. Knowing the Merciful were being attacked was one thing, realizing this had happened while Ascilen was still debilitated by the amount of stress bearing a child could naturally bring was enough to make emotions flourish in his heart with fury and impotence. The mere audacity of the possibility his sunshine was out there without him by their side was too much for the old veteran to stand.

He did not heard any deployment tactics, nor did he took command over his own company; charging that honor to Kubayen who was already on his way to maybe step up and take his place if the next few years were kind to them both. With only his squad fully armored and equipped with the best weapons they had at their disposal, Jubik proposed himself to lead the tip of the spear offensive against the Emperor's Children on Kianxe; the permission was given in the blink of an eye when the rest of captains noticed Jubik was already out of his natural senses.

Although the zone was too hot for a more discreet or strategic approach, Jubik and his squad used the teleportation devices to coordinate their descent right on the main city of the world, close to the Monastery of the Merciful and their most well defended position. Jubik felt the jolt of the device materializing him on the planned spot and felt a very strong headache when he touched the ground again, the dizziness from that method of deployment never had truly settled well for the veteran, his stomach felt as it was about to throw everything he had eaten that day right back out from his lips, but the man was able to hold it in just enough to have his mind back on the fight that was ahead of him.

The sight he witnessed when he arrived at the main plaza made his twin hearts stop for a few moments. It had been the Emperor's Children work alright, the filth of Slaneesh was everywhere, the corruption of bodies, of weapons, of shouts was too obvious to ignore; but what made Jubik know something truly had gone wrong there was the Merciful Marines themselves. The Nomad knew very well how to read the body language of Astartes and those who he saw in front of them were shocked, unfocused, disoriented.

"Report, report at once! What is the situation in the perimeter? Where are your commanders?" Jubik shook one of the Astartes from the shoulders to snap him out of it

"The comms are all dead sir, we don't know what the hell is going on in other parts of the city! We have been able to hold out in here for a while, but they...they keep coming!" The marine replied, a hint of fear in his voice

"Snap out of it! These are heretics all the same! If they had the same blood as you or not matters not when your whole world is at stake!" Jubik felt the rising urge to punch the man right in the jaw, but held himself just long enough

"The Monastery...by the Emperor it was like a tidal wave! We...we had to spread out just so they could leave there!"

"The enemies are there?!?! There!?!? You imbecile, your Apothecarion is in there! Your wounded, your gene-seed! Why have you not fought until the last men to defend it!!!" Jubik anger got a hold of him and slapped the marine so hard, helmet or not he would had felt that

"Our captains said-" The Merciful tried to explain himself

"If you say another word son, you will know the meaning of corpse stash! You four! Stay here and aid them however you can, call for reinforcements if needed!"

"Where will you be sir?" One of his squadmates managed to speak up before it was too late

"In the heat of the battle..." Jubik murmured more to himself than to the others.

Tightening his grip on his sword, Jubik ran as fast as his body allowed him; the Astartes freed his mind and let go of the mental restraints that held back his instincts, his wild mannerisms, his Cthonipem roots. Going against all of what an Astartes and specially a Nomad was mentally indoctrinated for, Jubik let his feelings tell his body what to do, not the other way around. On that state, full on "possessed by the Spirits", Jubik was able to reach the Monastery in record time, almost as quickly as if he had used a jetbike to get there.

He screamed savagely, one the tribes back in his homeworld used to chant when going to battle, the tie holding his hair braided and neatly arranged in his head loosened by the constant shake and wobbling inside the helmet, it went down his armor, making his grimace look more terrifying if that could have been possible.

The death swarm of Emperor's Children with their Daemons caught sight of the Nomad way too late for any quick defense. In a flash of lighting strikes three Marines were already dead and one Daemon had been sent back to the Warp where it had come from; the rest whenever they turned their attention from the defenders to the lone swordsman making a bloody path through their ranks struggled to caught up with the speed in which Jubik was moving. The Nomad had become a whirlwind of destruction to whoever dared get close, arms were chopped, heads flew, throats were cut, chests tore open and bones turned to dust as they made contact with the raging savage.

The Merciful sighed in relief and renewed vigor when the sudden intrusion made a breach in the attackers defenses. The Noise Marines screeched and wailed with their guns held high, they were the only one's capable of hurting Jubik and once the Chaos Marines realized this they wasted no time in pinning the Nomad to a circle where their specialist would be able to do some damage in the hopes of killing him.

The Nomad was numb to the pain, the sound waves were crushing his inner organs and his eyes started to bleed, he felt his throat give in and his windpipe being violently incapacitated by the screams and howling coming from the hideous heretical weapons; yet the Nomad did not give in an inch, hurting his knuckles by how firmly his grip was on his sword who he refused to let go of despite the pain and suffering. His helmet was cracked and subsequently thrown out of his head when a chainsword made it fly as the Nomad had dodged just in time to not suffer a much more grievous injury if the blow had connected to his head.

When the amount of bodies and enemies started to literally pile up all around and on top of the Marine, the Merciful were able to just throw themselves at the enemy in the last second before the Nomad was entombed alive on the blood and guts around him. As Jubik came out crawling his way out of the gore, his eyes were still wide open and his pupils dilated. He growled more than spoke, grumbling pushing aside whoever came close to him and biting the air if someone tried to touch even one hair.

His body moved on it's own down the corridors and hallways of the Monastery, killing and ripping apart any and all enemies that faced him, no matter if they were demonic in nature or a fallen veteran Astartes. He kicked doors down, tore walls apart and at one point managed to jump one floor upwards just to reach the only person that mattered in his whole world, begging the Emperor and the universe Ascilen was safe.

His hearts sank when he heard struggling coming from the room where Ascilen had been attended on. There were gunfire, then more struggles until the thud of bodies falling limp on the ground made the room stay in silence for some deafening long minutes, just how long it took for Jubik to get there.

He burst in the room, his crazed eyes looked around as the caught Ascilen, he was in vain attempting to defend himself from a Emperor's Children. The heretic was sticking out his disgustingly long tongue out, licking his lips and taunting Ascilen as it got closer to him.

"Come here, oh you sweetheart. Let me see how good you taste" The marine took a step forward "Perhaps when we have gone through our bit of fun, you'll let me do the same with your child"

The Marine laughter bounced off the walls, Jubik was stuck where he stood, if he moved an inch it could risk the Emperor's Children noticing him and killing Ascilen or do something far more perverse and worse than death; if he stood there like a fool the Marine would have his "fun" either way, just a few meters from his loved one.

Ascilen didn't seem to move or react, he was prey to the panic, to the disgust, repulsion, of seeing one of his own, who had he always desired to resemble. One of the perfect chosen ones by the Emperor to have His name on their Legion title. Yet there it was, the twisted perversion of that dream right in front of him, threatening his life, the life of his yet to be born child.

"Stop...stop don't come...don't come any closer-!" Ascilen could picture Damien all over again

"Why stop now precious, when one such as perfect as you could be used by me...don't you know I reassemble the Primarch Fulgrim himself? Would you like a taste of him? Of his co-"

Before the Marine could finish, Jubik jumped on him, using his bare hands to claw at the Marine face, with the sway of the landing both of them fell to the floor, there was a hustle as they rolled, punched, kicked, clawed at each other for dominance; for who would get the upper hand. Jubik moved like a possessed man and, at some level, he was one; his hands came up and down the Emperor's Children without any finesse, any mercy. He slammed the head of the Marine over and over against the ground until something in the back of his head snapped and the arms of the Chaos Marine went limp; yet Jubik did not stop his assault, yelling after every punch, damaging every limb he could see, even using his teeth to bite and tear the skin and flesh off from the heretic's neck like an animal and then spit the remains still present on his mouth once his tired body stopped for good.

Ascilen watched the whole scene in shocked awe and silence. His hands went to his mouth when the worst side of the Nomad was released on that singular encounter; he had no words to describe what he felt at that point, was it fear? No it couldn't, for as much as it looked like it Ascilen was sure Jubik would never hurt him, less so after doing such a thing to defend the Merciful. It was just the radically different behavior of his lover after knowing him for so long as a cheerful and wise person; looking at the animal devoid of all intellect and reason for an instant just because Ascilen had been in danger was certainly something he would have to reflect upon afterwards.

Jubik blinked many times, shaking his head in frustration as he attempted to calm down, to be back in control of his own body. The captain looked down at his hands, to the unrecognizable body on the ground below him, spitting some blood still caught on his mouth or skin on his teeth; then slowly and with a bit of fear did Jubik look up to Ascilen. His hair was tangled and loose on his face partially covering his blue eyes, the features on his face returning to how they had always been; the blood dripping from his mouth and hands, the way he was shaking once the adrenaline was gone.

Jubik prayed at that moment like he had never done in his entire life for Ascilen to not run, to not flee, for the Throne sake for the Merciful to not shoot him for what he had just done. He saw the fear in Ascilen eyes, the shock, the awe, that injured part of his pride still mourning seeing his Father's legion brought down to what they had become. Jubik couldn't blame him if he thought the same about the Nomad, it was fair after the shameful wild display he had just made.

Tears rolled from both of their eyes. With a silent understanding, Ascilen approached Jubik and hugged him, very tightly. He buried his face on the crook of the Nomad's neck and wept for everything, for nothing, for the shock and the relief of seeing Jubik again, for knowing he was there at that instant with the Merciful. Jubik hugged him back and they stood there in silence for minutes on end, waiting for backup to arrive, for the war to be over around them.

They were holding each other now, and that was all that mattered

[nashiriel]

Would cannibal tolerate or likes Seasmoke?

Long answer under the cut incoming! Short version: the Cannibal does not like any dragon.

In the way I write him, not only is the Cannibal incredibly physically aggressive, but fundamentally unsocialised as a hatchling onwards. He has very little experience of interacting with other dragons in a non-hostile way, and lacks a lot of basic behavioural skills. He doesn’t understand the physical cues that signal greetings, playfulness or appeasement, his calls sound foreign/unsettling to them, and he assumes that nearly every resource around (food, territory, Luke) is a zero-sum game. 

Like, when Moondancer’s trying to get him to chase her, he genuinely…doesn’t get what she’s trying to achieve, like a dog who can’t work out the meaning of a play bow. But Luke’s got a tight grip on his proverbial scruff, so he can only ????and go along with it. 

Because of that, he doesn’t particularly enjoy having other dragons around, and any excitement easily triggers his instincts to hunt/fight. However, the Cannibal is also bonded to Luke, and not only is Luke unfairly strict on the subject of chomping other dragons, but Luke deeply loves and gains comfort from being around his family and their dragons, which the Cannibal experiences whilst not particularly understanding it. So there is a grudging tolerance developing, particularly of the dragons he’s been running patrol with since his claiming. 

Because of that, he does have a recognition of dragons like Moondancer, who is probably the one he’s least hostile to - there’s an association there of hithero-unknown play, of Luke being happy and with that, a kind of contentment. It helps that Moondancer is so young and also overconfident that she’s not picking up some of the physical warning signs that would have an older dragon like Syrax (or Seasmoke) on high-alert. 

There’s also the possibility, given the theory about Maegor’s egg and Moondancer’s potential parents, that they’re actually half-siblings, albeit nearly a century apart in age. It wouldn’t mean anything to either of them, but it’s amusing to think of Vhagar’s kids unionising against her. 

So, with that all in mind…the Cannibal wouldn’t like Seasmoke, and the feeling would be more than mutual. If Luke becomes Lord of Driftmark with Seasmoke unclaimed, the Cannibal wouldn’t be allowed to hunt Seasmoke (and that would throw the Cannibal into a whole new tizzy, because he’d sense Luke’s particular fondness/protectiveness of Seasmoke, and those jealous overgrown cat instincts come out again).

I imagine he would instead keep trying to aggressively expand the boundaries of his newfound territory, until the Cannibal essentially has the whole of Driftmark, and Seasmoke has about one square inch outside his cave (if that inch includes no food sources, too damn bad). 

Perhaps they could develop a comradeship if they were to fight alongside one another in defence of a common goal - but that’s another aspect of dragon sociality that the Cannibal is very unfamiliar with. 

But, you know, Seasmoke isn’t Aemond or Vhagar, so at least he has that going for him?

[firefirefruit]

Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Seventeen

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Chapter Seventeen: Onigiri

As your hand connects with his, you reluctantly trail behind Gramps, nursing a humongous grudge against him for ousting you from the workshop. 

"Social interaction’s important at your age!" he insists, his stubborn furrow signalling the inevitable shift in the course of your life.

Armed with his illegally immigrated Wano connections scrawled within his logbook, Gramps engages in a series of letters with a familiar Shimotsuki contact, meticulously planning a rendezvous through extensive log pose calculations.

"Why can't we just head to their dojo?" you grumble, eyeing the island that sits perfectly equidistant from your home and the Dojo-guy’s village. At least then there would be something to actually do, and people to see. The prospect of aimlessly wandering around on a boring old island makes you even more reluctant to the thought of ‘socialisation.’

"The less people see us, the easier it is to stay safe," Gramps replies.

His words bring to mind a recent incident, just a month ago, when you both urgently had to evacuate yet again, from another workshop, on yet another island. It was the result of an attack orchestrated by those shittily-dressed CP members who always manage to track you down, no matter how many times and how far you flee.

Hidden upstairs, you could only hear the rattles and thuds following Gramps as you scrambled to pick up your emergency bags, pre-emptively prepared for such occasions before escaping to the meeting point.

Gramps would never, ever, let you fight alongside him. He had this entrenched fear of them finding out about your existence and you didn’t know why. You didn’t get what was so detrimental about them seeing a girl living along with her gramps, working regularly on her craft. But you could tell, if there was only one rule that you had to follow, it was this one. 

The way Gramps demanded this from you from the very start of your immigration from Wano, with such an intense and severe resolution set across his face, made all the objections you wanted to spout out immediately die on your tongue.

The more you grew, the more dangerous it was simply to exist outside of Wano. And the rich bit was, you still didn’t know why. Gramps wouldn’t say – you didn’t know whether he actually knew the reason why, or if he was as unsure as you were, but it was always brushed off whenever you questioned him about it.

“Whatever,” you mutter lowly and roll your eyes, walking even slower behind Suki just to irritate him. 

“I’ll change the locks on the studio again if you keep moping,” he cheekily says, giving you a little side-eye. And in an instant, you kick your feet up to match his pace, not wanting to have to start lockpicking through the doors again just to do your work.

“Look, they’re here,” Gramps whispers to you before turning his attention to the two figures.

From a distance, you eye a young blue-haired girl moping behind the man who seems to be her father, annoyedly swinging a sword in her hand. The sword claws at the grass in front of her feet, becoming more of a pick-axe than a fearsome blade. Your eyes light up as you pay closer attention to the type of sword she has in her fingers, a slight interest warming you from the inside.

“Sukiyaki!” The man says in greeting, tugging on his daughter’s reluctant hand as he walks toward the two of you. 

Gramps grins wildly, embracing him warmly. “It’s been a while. Your old man leaving Wano’s done you some good, eh?”

The man laughs kindly, patting his back. “I can say the same thing about you, ex-Shogun.”

“You can thank this little rascal for that,” Gramps says, staring down at you pointedly. “This is Raya, my granddaughter.”

The man smiles at you, making you instantly want to smile back just by looking at the warmth that emanates from his eyes. “Hello, Raya. I’m Koushiro - this is my daughter, Kuina.”

Your eyes flicker back to the blue-haired girl who now has an eyebrow raised at you, her eyes twinging with slight interest. 

“I like your sword,” you shyly mutter, eyes glued to the weapon in her possession.  

The girl looks taken aback, unsure of what to say. She looks up to her father, uncertain of what to do – and as he gives her a little reassuring nod, a subtle smile creeps onto her face. Finally, there’s another girl who's just like her, who’s really into swords. 

“I like her too,” she finally says, fumbling the hilt across her palm. She steps towards you, extending her Wado Ichimonji out as a friendship offering. “Wanna hold her?”

With a sudden shock to your body, your eyelids groggily slink upwards. Hot breath blows on your face as you try to make sense of your surroundings, realising that the floor beneath you is moving at an incredibly dangerous pace. 

“What...?” You mumble heavily, forcefully blinking a few times to unblur your vision. You feel restrained, feeling fingers that aren’t your own that grip at your skin. A huff of paced breath hits your face again, the boulder set against your cheek expanding with each aggressive step. 

“Stay still,” Zoro exhales, his arms holding your legs and arms even tighter against his chest. 

Your eyes immediately snap wide open, gaping up at the green-haired samurai who’s running like his life is on the line.

“Let me go,” you slur, dizzily slapping your hand against his chest. “I can run by myself.”

“Like fuck I will. Not gonna make that mistake again,” Roronoa mutters through gritted teeth, his eyes glued on the path before him.

His footsteps reverberate through the landscape, each step a jolt that echoes through your restrained form. You squirm in his grasp, desperately trying to break free, but his grip remains unyielding.

“Seriously, Roronoa! Put me down!” you protest, your voice slurred from the side-effect of Chopper’s sedative. The world blurs around you as he sprints, carelessly snapping branches and rocks from beneath his heavy boots.

“Just shut up and stay still,” he snaps, his focus unwavering. The rhythm of his strides runs like a wild drum beat, chaotic and messy, and you can't help but feel a sense of intense dread within you.

As you keep protesting, your eyes catch glimpses of the passing scenery—a chaotic blur of mountains, rocks, and uneven terrain. Zoro seems to navigate effortlessly, his instincts finely tuned to the path ahead.

A surge of irritation courses through you as you look down and away from Roronoa’s clenched jawline, your fingers gripping over his tightening arms as you try to make sense of your surroundings. 

“Where are we even going?” you demand, hoping for an explanation.

Zoro glances down, his singular grey eye piercing through you.

“To safety. Hold on,” he replies.

The erratic journey continues until Zoro abruptly comes to a halt. You're released from his firm grasp, stumbling slightly as you find your footing. The world finally stops spinning, and you take a moment to regain your bearings.

“We’re here,” Zoro states, a hint of urgency still lingering in his voice. Your surroundings slowly come into focus —a cave within a mountain, the canopy casting shadows over the uneven ground.

“What’s going on? Why are we in the middle of nowhere?” you ask, frustration lacing your words. Zoro doesn’t immediately respond, his attention drawn to the surroundings as if assessing potential threats.

He lets out a sigh, then faces you, a hand carefully resting on the hilt of his Kitetsu. "We brought you to the shaman. The moment he laid eyes on you, he started screaming. Kept referring to you as Oni, then ordered his lackeys to spill your blood until it runs dry."

You stare at him silently. Then, you huff out a singular laugh. “What?”

“Yup,” he says, shifting himself to the rocky floor. “He thinks you’re a demon. Said he felt something in your blood.”

“Great, so I’m a demon now,” you say, staring down at your awfully blackened arm. The growth seems to have halted while you were unconscious, prompting a small sigh of relief. Well, at least there’s that.

Zoro looks away with a smirk, his arm crossed. “Now? You always were one.”

You scoff, an eyebrow raised. “You got some jokes, samurai.”

You stumble a little from the disorientation, gasping in the process. Zoro immediately shifts from his position, his eye widening, arms held out in preparation, but you manage to shift your arms onto the wall behind you, panting in surprise.

 “I got it.” You strain out. Zoro lowers his arms and pointedly stares at you in reply.

“Maybe you should sit down. You’re confused.”

So, you sit yourself down on the jagged terrain, earning a surprised stare from Zoro.

“What?” 

“You actually listened.”

“Yeah, well…” You look down at your arm again, grimacing. “Chopper’s sedative is gonna wear off soon, and my arm’s definitely gonna feel it.”

Zoro's gaze very slightly softens as he takes in the exhaustion etched across your face. "We'll find a way to fix this. For now, rest."

“Rest in the terrified Shaman’s cave. Great plan,” you mutter, though you do lean back against the cold, rocky surface.

As the minutes pass, you decide to rest your eyes whilst keeping your ears open. The images of your previous dream swirl in your thoughts, blending with the rhythmic dripping sounds of the cave, and you can't help but purse your lips at the thought of Kuina. What would she have been like, if she was still alive and the same age as you? You'll never know. You'll never know, and that's what hurts.

Before you let yourself completely relax your muscles and slacken your head against the wall, a sudden stampede of footsteps begin to scramble their way to the entrance of the cave, making your eyes snap wide open.

“They found us,” you whisper, instantly knowing the amount of hot shit the both of you are in right now. Your fingers curl over the dagger in your belt. “Tell me, did you see them use magic?”

Zoro drifts his gaze from the sudden clambering of the Shaman’s underlings to you, his lips pursed. You stare back at him, raising your eyebrows.

“Okay. So, are they talented?” 

He remains staring at you, pursing his lips even harder into a straight line. Instantly, you turn away, eyes flickering in thought.

“Well, fuck. Shit. Okay…” You heave yourself from the ground, stumbling slightly in the process. “I think I have a plan.”

Zoro rises, his sword now glimmering and unsheathed. He stands in front of the opening, pure focus in his eye, as he holds the Kitetsu into the air.

“Look, you’ve got to leave and let me deal with them,” you say, making Zoro snap his head to you in outrage.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he growls, narrowing his eye at you. “Are you insane?”

“Seriously, Roronoa, you need to run away. Leave me --”

“You know what you’re sounding awfully a lot like? Your old man.”

“But—”

He glares at you, ferocity lingering in his lone eye.

“I told you, I’m not fuckin’ makin’ that mistake again.”

[book--wyrm]

speaking of Sal, do you think he's still going to be involved in the creation of TwoFace like he is in the comics? considering how he has already lost what's most important to him (his family) and how Harvey Dent doesn't seem to be a prominent figure in Gotham yet / isn't the DA (yet; the death of the old DA in the movie seems to be setup for Harvey to take over the job) it doesn't seem to leave as much room for something to happen that would be bad enough for Sal to attack a DA with acid in the courtroom (or burn his face off)....so maybe someone else might, this time around?

also what's your thoughts on Eve potentially becoming Clayface (maybe the classic version that doesn't have magic and uses masks and disguises) due to sharing surnames with Basil Karlo and her 'disguising' herself being pointed out by Sofia? love your analyses btw!

Unfortunately i do not think Sal is surviving episode 7. T_T

Regarding two face, I feel like maybe the best we can hope for is that Sofia goes back to Arkham at the end of the series, and then comes back for the Harvey Dent movie or whatever and is the one who acids him. There's already a very tenuous idea of Sal kinda passing on Nadia's recipes to her, maybe Sofia will inherit his narrative role too.

Regarding Eve, hard to say. On one hand, in a more grounded batman verse, Clayface being a social chameleon and a master of disguise is the perfect way to bring in that character. On the other hand, there's a huge gap between Eve right now, who excels at shifting within a particular role and context, and Clayface, being able to be anyone anywhere, you know?

There's a part of me that feels like Eve might just have the Karlo name to signal to batman fans that she has this similarity, without actually being a literal connection to Basil.

But in my most self indulgent heart of hearts. I want to believe that at the end of the series, Oz will be on top, and he will hold a grudge against Eve for selling out to Sofia the location where he was hiding his mom (even tho she didn't know that.) Maybe then Eve and her girls will have to go into hiding, and have to learn to turn their tricks from "play the role for the client" to "play the role all the time".

Imagine if "Clayface" is actually like this whole gang of sex workers on the run from the penguin lmao. That'd be so fucking sick.

[ladymarycrawley]

Always by your side - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: Either for mason or Trent but then getting upset over their recent form and comments online and the reader comforting them

Warning: none, just some good fluff to cheer this little puppy up

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover

That match seemed to have started in the best of ways with Liverpool leading with two goals scored in the first fifteen minutes of the first half but Real Madrid was able to flip the whole game to their advantage so that they would have the upper hand and beat the home team 5-2. 

Needless to say Trent was absolutely devastated by the defeat, as it made it particularly hard to make it onto the next round. He has been going through a lot lately, career-wise, and this was just another thing adding to those that have been happening till that moment.

You knew comforting him would have been really hard but leaving him on his own, replaying in his head all the things he could've done right and dwelling on them, wasn't definitely an option.

You dreaded the moment he would cross the threshold of your house and you found yourself gulping out loud when your eyes caught sight of his figure doing so. His stare was fixed on the ground, holding a grudge that was pretty self explanatory. 

"Hey"

He raised his stare only when the loud thud of your front door slamming shut and met your eyes, a veil of sadness covering them.

"Hey"

Trent almost threw his backpack on the wooden floor and lazily dragged his weary body towards you, to get that much needed hug from his favourite person that he knew would have been there waiting for him no matter what.

"Come here" You muttered against his temple, before pressing a kiss there.

The only things that could have made him feel better were, apart from a good cuddling session, some junk food paired with one of his comfort films he would have watched over and over again.

“We can-”

“I just need some alone time”

Well, you thought he would have loved to spend some time with you but you weren’t that  sure after that brutal answer that resonated in the living room.

His answer instilled in you a sense of disbelief, as the option of him wanting and needing to have some time just for himself, to analyze the great loss his team just suffered, wasn’t acceptable. But you knew a core concept to every human relationship is respect so the only thing you could really do was accept his will and step aside.

“Uhm yeah, okay. I see” You stepped back from his body, as he already moved his arms away from your body, to leave him the space he needed.

He thanked you silently, with a half smile gracing his plumpy lips and walked the stairs that would lead him to your shared bedroom lazily.

You let out a nervous sigh as the sound of your bedroom door closing hit your ears, giving your brain the signal to start thinking about something that could have made your boyfriend happy for real.

A couple of hours passed since he went upstairs as it got really late and your eyes were getting heavy with sleep. The last thing you wanted was disturbing him but your body was really asking for some rest and you needed your soft bed to lie on.

The image of him dozing off, his quiet snores filling the room made you smile, sincerely happy to see him in a more serene state than the one he arrived home in.

You crawled on your side of the bed, wrapping your arms around his waist and hid your face in the crook of his neck, fully ready to close your eyes too now.

The one of you to usually play the big spoon would be Trent but that night you had to change your roles as he was really in need to be cuddled so you had to hand him over the little spoon title, for that night at least.

You soon joined him in the world of dreams, hoping he could have found some solace there.

When you opened your eyes in the middle of the night because your arms were starting to ache due to your position, you saw you weren’t the only one awake. The sight of him staring at the ceiling caught you and you didn’t know how to react: was it something you should have gotten worried about? Better to ignore it? Or run to him and tell him you would have gone on loving him no matter what?

“They hate me”

Well, the fact he spoke first made the start of your interaction easier.

“What?” You sat up as sleep was still deep in your body and and your mind, not fully realising what your boyfriend was saying.

“Fans, people that should be cheering on us when we’re playing”

Another sigh left your lips.

“Trent I-”

“I’m not at the height of the team I’m playing in”

You tried to suppress a yawn while trying to brush some sleep off your eyes to try to focus on what he was saying.

“Don’t be ridiculous”

“I’m serious, they keep criticising me every damn week and I’ve had enough. Do you read what they write about me?” He got seated too, as he did every time he got worked up over something.

“You shouldn’t read those comments, Trent”

“Yeah but when nearly everyone says something bad about you you start questioning yourself, I suppose”

“You really care that much about what a couple of frustrated supporters have to say about you? You’re better than that”

“I don’t know at this point”

You couldn’t accept seeing him in that state, it really broke your heart and if that would have made him feel better you would have gone and fought every single dickhead talking shit about him.

You took his face in your hands to look right into his beautiful, big brown chocolate eyes and lean your forehead against his, sighing.

“Don’t let those people make you doubt yourself, you’re capable of everything and I have faith in you”

Trent sweetly clenched his fingers around your wrist to take your palm away from his face to place a kiss on the back of it.

“I love you”

“I love you more. It breaks my heart seeing you like this. I know it’s been a hard loss but a bad game doesn’t mean a bad career”

“Yeah…”

“Give me one of those smiles I love”

Even if the room was dimly lit just by the bedside lamp on his side of the bed, you could clearly see the bright pink shade his cheeks took.

“I won’t go to sleep without a smile from you, I’m telling you”

A shy smile appeared on his lips as you giggled and brought your hand to the back of his neck to scratch it.

“Now we can go back to sleep”

“Can I be the little spoon?”

“Of course you can…but only for tonight!” You jokingly warned him as you laid back on your mattress as he scoffed, playfully tickling your sides.

After a moment of great sadness and despair it usually comes one filled with as much happiness as the suffering experienced before. The exact moment when it happened was the day Liverpool played against Manchester United on a chilly Sunday afternoon: the scousers beat the devils 7-0 and needless to say Trent was beaming. He took you in his arms as soon as he saw you while making his way in the tunnel. 

“See? What did I tell you?” You contentedly said in his ear.

“Thanks” He smiled, a heartfelt one this time, one that could have lit up the whole Anfield in case of a power outage.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always be here for you because I love you”

It was a vow, to take care of him and make him live the best life possible. A vow for life.

[angelheony]

'I've been the archer, I've been the prey'

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The martial god of the Southeast, General Nan Yang, worries frequently of his beloved when wandering about in the human realm, that is when one of his fears find reality when the beloved reader got hurt and ambushed by a fierce ghost. The general though late, arrives to swoop in and save his beloved

Now the general wishes to teach you on how to use weapons to protect yourself in the midst of trouble. Because not at all times, can he be there by your side.

Feng Xin x Gn Reader

Tws- Wrong description or uses of bow (I HAVEN'T DONE ARCHERY MY WHOLE LIFE PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME), Probably ooc lmao, bad grammar, and spelling. chaos narrating

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'This should be easy right?' A thought arises in your head, moving towards a far position from the target. Cocky sure, but how hard can it possibly be.

You have no prior experience on archery before, but you have been ogling studying at a certain someone.... Cause you knew somehow it would come to this, You practicing it yourself.

"Why are you just standing there? Come on I wanna see your amazing skills already, surely you weren't bluffing just a while ago..."

Without even facing him you could tell that Feng Xin has that stupid, lovable grin on his face, going along with his sarcastic comment. Your brows furrow at your boisterous words before, yet you still try to play it cool.

"Ah, It's just been so long since I've handled a bow... Give me time to remember.." You say with a nervous smile, eliciting a huff of laughter from Feng Xin. Gods you really hope you don't embarrass yourself later, if only if it weren't for that damned ghost that caught you off guard a while back. That incident left you with quite a few cuts and bruises and an overly worried lover be it that.

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You knew it would be a stupid idea to to go out foraging when its almost dusk. But in your defense, this is the only time you were free...It was still early, but you just lost track of time..

You also did not say a word to your lover in fear of revealing your surprise.

for what exactly...? well

A lot of years has passed by. Companions have come and go, Things lost and some found. Memories of the past hazy by now, as new ones develop and pile.

But there is this one time that you will never be able to forget. Forever etched in your brain, It is the start of the waltz of two hearts, now intertwined and growing stronger at each passing moment. A time worth of celebration and remembrance, Your anniversary. And its only two days left until then.

That's why you're here, in the the middle of the forest, basket filled with the flowers you came across, for the gift your about to make as you get home .

You walk at a quick pace, trying to find your way out, so you can go back the embrace of your lover, Feng Xin.

The world around you is embraced with orange and pink. Signalling that the sun is now setting for the moon to take flight..

Your not entirely scared of walking around in the dark pshh.. You can protect yourself just fine, it's just that you have a bad feeling about this trip, And you're in the middle of the forest too.

No people can be seen in sight, who knows what kind of carnivorous animal lurks here-or worse ghosts, out for your blood....Plus your lover is a prominent figure in the heavenly capital, what if they held some heavy grudges about his awesomeness, And your here defenseless.

You slap yourself in the cheek, trying to stop your line of thought that's making you panic even more now. Gripping onto your basket you're walking even faster, as the forest is now engulfed in darkness.

The hair on your nape rises, goosebumps rippling on your skin at the cold. No more sun to provide you with warmth.

Only the cold moon, along side with the cold air working against you now. Making the leaves rustle, making it sound like something is trampling on it-

You freeze in your tracks, An ominous presence clouds your senses.

'rustle, rustle'

Bolting with out a second thought, you mutter curses under your breath. Fight or flight instincts kicking in, well just flight instincts. You don't know how to fight ghosts, just humans, surely an uppercut won't work on ghosts right?-

You debate on what to do, should you scream for help? there should be people near right? your village has to be! You try to think of a suitable plan in your head, though the adrenaline makes your mind run a bit too fast,

...You can feel it's gaze on the tip of your spine, like it's getting closer and reaching for you-

Your survival instincts kick in as your leg drops, making you kneel. Horrifyingly sharp claws just above your form, Where your face was just at. Retracting it's claws, it covers itself with a thick fog, blending onto the trees again, waiting for a perfect time to strike.

You celebrate in your mind for a bit, letting out a galore of curses at the ghost. Taking a bit of Feng Xin's dialect in fear. But you quickly stand up to run again, now letting out a cracked yell of help, throat dry in fear.

By a miracle you could see the end of the forest, and a path like the one leading to the village. You could almost scream in joy, and that you did, along with a few pleas for help.

Yearning to touch the moonlight on the clearing, you reach your hand out. Commotion could be heard nearby, and freedom at the tip of your finger tips.

Your joy was short lived though, as you couldn't move even if you were putting all your strength on your legs. Maybe that's because something is holding you down, unavailing you to even breathe, Sharp claws closing in to your neck.

Eyes widening in disbelief, Torches could be seen in the distance.And there he was, your lover. With Fengshen in hand, it seems he saw you too, face twisting in fear and anger. It looked like he was screaming for something, but your eyelids were growing heavy. You really wanted to say that you were fine, to ease his nerves, hating to see him like this... Maybe if you wake up soon, You'll have the chance to tell him that...

...As all fades to black and the screams were all turned but to faint echoes.

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You awoke the next day, with a worried Feng Xin by your side,

Enveloping you in a bone crushing hug.

You wanted to ask what happened but he was quick to cut you off with a scolding. You just accepted it though, knowing that what you did was wrong. About not telling anyone were you were going before hand.

Apologizing with honeyed words, You vowed to never do it again. Making him huff a 'You better not', skeptically as if he knew you were gonna do it again in the future

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And here you are now, due to his pleading for you to learn the bow to protect yourself in those situations.

You were weighing it on your mind yesterday, not that you could say no. But you decided to say yes anyways because, this means you could watch Feng Xin's back as well when all goes haywire.

Taking an arrow from the quiver strapped to your back, you place the arrow's nock to the bow's string. Channeling all your rage as you pull back the string. Just realizing that it needs quite the force to pull all the wa-

fwoosh!

The arrow flies, your hand slipping amidst your thoughts. It would have be epic if you hit bullseye in first try but.... It didnt even reach halfway, it was to be expected since it was only pulled a little.

You turn towards the brunet to intercept the arriving laughter from the man behind you- ahm...too late

Feng Xin slid a hand to his mouth as he said,

"Wow, You're amazing It reached so far...!"

It sounded like he was trying hard to hold his amusement in really bad, tears pooling at the edge of his crinkled eyes.

"You- That didn't count! watch, i'll nail it this time"

You turn, Trying it again, pulling the bow strings taut. The arrow flew though farther this time, but it didn't even hit the target. You groan in frustration, though relieved that it was at least better this time. You try it again, and again-

"Your form is wrong... Here let me help you"

Feng Xin seemingly done with his daily dose of laughter, finally moves to aid you. Enclosing into your form, enveloping your own hands on the bow.

Stiffening at the closeness, you impulsively turn your head to look at him. Noticing the soft smile still imprinted on his face, brows curved perfectly in his focused state, brown locks framing his face just right. And his piercing eyes looking at the target, and now at you, his gaze softening.

"Why are you looking at me? you should be looking at where you're shooting," Feng Xin grins, kind of embarrassed with your lovesick gaze

You quickly rip your gaze away from his, huffing a small,

"I knew that."

Feng Xin gives you a few tips and adjustments on your form, Though you find your mind going elsewhere

"Here you can shoot now.." He says softly with his hands still enveloped around yours, guiding your fingers off the string.

Fwoosh-

The arrow flies, though a bit crooked at least it hit the target now,

"There you go now you do it by yoursel-"

"No! I suck at shooting arrows it would be best if you guide me for now!" You were quick to say, which surprised the man.

Letting out a chuckle at the switch up from -

'I'm a pro at archery, I don't need anyone's help!' To this

"Fine, fine a few more so you can get the hang of it" Feng Xin pats your head, and guides you in position again. Playing along with your antics for now.

This happens a few more times, with each getting closer and closer to the center of the target.

Fwoosh-

The sound of the arrow piercing the wooden target, you're used to it now. But this time, excites you the most, as you see the arrow has finally hit the bullseye. You let out a cheer, relieved to have finally hit the jackpot. You were convinced to have gotten the hang of it.

"Now your turn"

He pats your head again probably for good luck, now creating some distance so he can survey your marksmanship.

Letting out a breathe of air, you take an arrow from the quiver again, though this time never taking your eyes off the target.

"Hey I said stand up straight, were you not listening before? And also your foot move it back a bit more"

He barks out from a far, dead panning. The things he said before just being forgotten in a few short minutes.

You swiftly fixed your posture, brows furrowed in embarassment.

"-I knew that I was just getting ready!"

Huffing, as he let out an amused 'mhmm'

You put the nock on the string of the bow, pursing your lips as you pull it back. Focusing only on hitting the target in front of you, Not paying mind to Feng Xin's scrutinizing gaze.

Unbeknownst to you, there was pure awe in his gaze at the sights of you. Lips twitching into a lopsided smile. While the sun sets in the horizon, making the surroundings glow with a tint of orange and pink. The scene just looks ethereal, able to be mistaken as the heavens itself.

The arrow makes a whistling noise due to the speed, slicing through the air in its wake. Landing on the target with a loud thud.

Though disappointed with it not hitting the center mark, you were only a few sections off. Surely you could do it in a few tries or one more-

"Good job, that'll make do for now" Your eyes widen whilst turning towards Feng Xin, with both hands clasped

"A few more, I really can hit the target in the center now-!"

You try to persuade him,

"Don't overexert yourself, we have all the time in the world"

"Well what if the world is ending tomorrow, how will I protect myself then" You try to retort

"I'll be there beside you," A firm reply by Feng Xin, whilst he picks up the arrows that are laying around.

",I only won't be, if you go somewhere without telling me"

You sigh, placing the bow on the side to help him clean as well

"Are you still mad about that?" Walking towards the targets, you take the arrows embedded there, putting them back on your quiver.

"Don't act all surprised now," A sigh can be heard even from afar

"I only wanted to do that to surprise you-" You freeze on the spot, the continuing part '-for our anniversary' on the tip of your tongue can't having to bear to say it.

"That so? You have no need to do that" Feng Xin's voice gets closer and closer, as if he can read your mind.

Feng Xin turns you around to face him "You know thats supposed to be my job giving gifts..."

"So here, happy anniversary love"

He clips an intricately designed hairpin on your hair, with a few adorning jewels complementing your eye color.

You could only stand there in awe, Feeling like the luckiest person alive right now.

"Now just sit there won't you? let me take care of cleaning-"

You couldn't help buy cut him off by jumping into his arms, Legs wrapping around his waist. Spilling thank you's at his ear, and complaining about that stupid ghost that ambushed you a while back. Making you lose your gifts.

"You didn't have to.. I have to give you a gift now.. just wait-"

Earning a laugh from the Feng Xin "The only gift I want, is for you to stay safe always"

Enveloping his strong hands on your thighs, so you don't fall and injure yourself.

"i'll Master the bow and learn every weapon in existence tomorrow if you wish, i'll even wear some cool armor around-"

"Careful you might surpass me if you train so hard"

His tone is laced with sarcasm and amusement, though he's glad your taking your safety to the next level.

"Maybe I will."

"Sure you will, let's go inside now shall we? We still have a lot of celebrating to do." He smiles fixing his hold on you into a 'bridal carry' so it's comfortable for the both of you.

You melt into his hold still defeated about forgetting his present. Vowing to repay him tonight, just Muttering a little 'okay'

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First Feng Xin fic help me, It took me alot of days to finish this. Had to research on archery because I haven't done it before my whole life SORRY IF ITS WRONG. This is a crackfic i swear, I was so tired when making this.

Also dont we all need a Feng Xin in our lives, I fricking love him

[mikuni14]

There are so many reasons to hate Dr. Douchelathon in good conscience, starting with the fact that Phaya is really not having a good time emotionally right now because of him:

(don't talk to me about Phaya in the last photo...)

through his attempts to kill Phaya starting from his childhood, death threats against Tharn, and possibly killing Tharn's first love. We must also assume that he is responsible for all the deaths of Phaya and Tharn from their previous incarnations. Doc is one of the most disgusting villains I have ever seen, he is pure evil.

These are all serious and vile issues of this man/deity, but there is something else that particularly pisses me off, which Phaya pointed out perfectly in the last episode: that the doctor cannot let go of unrequited love (which tbh does not exist in the first place) and that for him the problem in this "love triangle" is Phaya and Tharn, never himself. Dr Incelathon is one of the extremely annoying guys who, when it comes to love and romance, focuses on everything else but winning over his beloved in a normal way (apart from the obvious fact that he never loved and does not love Tharn). Because, let's be honest: the doctor is in a winning position from the very beginning! He has known Tharn since childhood according to Yai, he is officially nice, has a respected profession and position. Dr Conservativepodcaster, if he wanted to, could earn Tharn's love, try to win him over. And what did the Dr. Chalandrewtate do? He eliminated potential competitors and became Tharn's therapist, which yep, isn't sick or creepy at all. I know that everything the doc 🐍 does is terrible and cruel. But somehow this aspect really irritates me 😬 Because he denies Tharn his free will, his agency, the right to make his own decisions. Tharn is a thing in this situation, not a person. In his incel mind, Tharn is not to be seduced, conquered, flirted with. Doc never actually shows his romantic interest in Tharn, as a normal person in love would do (like Phaya, or like Yai does, or even Khem!). In his eyes, you can get Tharn only by... literally eliminating your rivals. And if that's impossible, you eliminate Tharn so that NOBODY gets him. Doc shows no effort in seducing Tharn as a lover, only in making sure that he will not be anyone else's lover. This is the worst type of guy and the most dangerous, so maybe that's why he rises all the red lights and alarm signals in my head. He holds a grudge against Phaya for getting Tharn and against Tharn for allowing himself to be seduced by him 😬 while he himself does nothing to get him. Nothing normal. He treats Tharn like a thing, like property, as some kind of trophy. He has sick obsessions that he can't control at all. He spies on Tharn. And for him, the best and only way out of any situation is violence, including the person he theoretically cares about. (He should give up on Tharn and start a podcast, he would be very popular in certain circles lol)