#he’s trapped whilst the end of the world approaches

[little-red-fool]

I don’t really know anything about the Dragon Age franchise as I only played a little bit of Inquisiton and I’m only just over halfway through Veilguard but is Solas based off Loki from Norse mythology because I’m seeing a lot of similarities.

[lure-of-writing]

Where my soul can rest

Rhysand x reader

word count: 2.6k

Warnings: heartbreak

Authors note: Hii! this was heavily inspired by Ariana grandes song "I wish I hated you" but actor version. Let me know what you think! and as always your support is super appreciated! (I did write a little update on the reader if you would like that also)

You had been Rhysands first love and he, yours. You had spent the first hundred years of your life with him as friends, always dancing on the line of something more but never daring to cross the line in fear of what would happen if something went wrong. If it wasn’t for Cassian's and Azriel's timed intervention you would have never gotten the honor of being loved by your high lord.  

Deep down you knew that crossing that invisible line that separated friendship from romantic relationship was a terribly bad idea but when the opportunity had presented itself you couldn’t help but throw yourself into the whirlwind of being Rhysands lover. Something about it was so intoxicating. Loving him was like feeling the high of every drug and tonic that existed without ever having to feel any of the side effects or more importantly never having to come off the high that was loving him. 

There was a part of your mind that was constantly nagging you about how terribly this could all end. How in a moment's notice everything you had ever loved could be ripped out from beneath your feet and there wouldn’t be anything you could do to stop it. It truly was your worst nightmare but everytime you would voice your fears to Rhysand he would gently cup your cheeks and kiss along the path made by the tears that had rained upon your face whilst promising nothing would ever take him away from you, and each time you believed him. You had believed him because he was so convincing and his eyes were so full of love. How could you not believe him?

Over the course of almost five hundred years together you had been through every trial and tribulation and had always come out on the other side successful. That was until Rhysand was trapped under the mountain with no way of escaping for fifty years. In that time Velaris had been hidden away from the world and left to survive on its own. With Rhysand gone it was up to you and the rest of the inner circle to protect Velaris and keep it afloat. So without hesitation that's what you did. For years you took care of the people and city making sure to deal with any threat before it could make its way to the beloved city. 

Rhysands return was abrupt and unexpected but certainly welcomed. Running through the house of wind you round the corner to see your lover standing in the living room surrounded by the rest of your family. Silently you watched from afar as everyone welcomed him home. Tears once again found the familiar route they’ve taken plenty of time in the last fifty years, down your face. Slowly you made your way to the center of the room where everyone gathered, not approaching too quickly in case this was a dream and he would be gone if you made any sudden movements. 

Once on the edge of the small crowd you could truly take in the male in front of you. One look at him and you could tell that whatever happened under there had changed him. But nonetheless this was Rhysand, your Rhysand. The man you had loved your whole life and finally after so long he was standing in front of you again. 

He reached for your arm and gently tugged you into his chest where you finally broke down and let the tears reconstruct the routes along your face and the sobs rack your body. He held you in his arms, face pressed into his chest while his arm wrapped around your back squeezing your body further into his and his other arm rested against the top of your back while his hand rested in your hair. Rhysand hoped you couldn’t feel his heart breaking with the knowledge that what the two of you once had would soon be no more, for he had finally found his mate. 

For weeks after Rhysands return you could feel that something was off but you had just brushed it off as anyone who had just spent fifty years trapped underneath a mountain, with a crazy dictator as a ruler,  would also be a little off. Unfortunately for you that nagging voice in the back of your head had reappeard and its confidence had grown since the last time it had paid you a visit. But it  was not the time to dwell on the unconfident thoughts your subconscious  had decided to hand over to the conscious part of your mind. Now was not the time for Rhysand to comfort you and tell you everything would be alright. No, right now you needed to be there for him in the form of absolute unwavering love and support so you fiercely pushed those thoughts back into the abyss in the back of your mind where thoughts go to die. 

If there was one thing Rhysand was, it was a hard worker. So it came as no surprise to you when upon his return he hit the ground running and had resumed his role as high lord. No one would have judged him for needing some time to heal from the trauma he had endured but he insisted now was not the time for rest. Now was the time to pick up the pieces from Amarantha. Each morning you watched as Rhysand left to fix whatever thing he had deemed broken and it never came as a shock to you when he left before the sun had even risen and returned when the moon had taken over for its daily shift. 

What did come as a surprise was when Morrigan had returned from the moonstone palace with tears in her eyes.  “Mor? What's wrong?” your questions hit her like thousand pound bricks that had been hurtled at her. The pure concern in your voice had made her want to cry. Never had she thought Rhysand would find someone who wasn’t you but she had just returned from meeting Feyre and it made her want to vomit. In the empty halls of the moonstone palace Rhysand had begged his cousin for her to be the one to tell you of Feyres existence, of her relationship to Rhysand. Never once had Rhys ever asked anything from her and without a doubt she would do anything for him but this was a burden that was too heavy for her to handle by herself. But Rhysand had been by her side in her darkest moments so she would be by him during his darkest moment. “Y/n I need to tell you something but first you need to sit down.” Mor watched as your face shifted from concern to fear. She watched as you took residence in the nearest set and looked at her expectantly. Morrigan made her way over to you and silently kneeled before you placing her hands upon your legs and prayed to the mother above that what she was about to tell you wouldn’t destroy you. Deep down she knew her prayers were not going to be answered. “I have to tell you something. But I need you to listen to me no matter how much it hurts to hear. No matter how much it breaks your heart, ok?” Mor moved her hands to yours and gently rubbed circles against the back of your hand. Heavens know you will need the support. 

“Y/n.” The tone of her voice had your heart thumping against the cage of your ribs. If you weren’t scared before then you certainly were now. With a shaky breath she started again. “Y/n. Rhysand found his mate. She's the girl who freed them from the mountain. Eventually” you heard nothing more as a loud ringing sound overtook your hearing and you practically collapsed on top of Mor while sobs ripped through your body. Morrigan held you as the sounds of your soul breaking rattled off the walls piercing her heart. She rocked you back and forth while smoothing your hair down until you fell asleep from exhaustion and heart break. The sounds of your heart broken cries will haunt her in her sleep. Morrigan refused to move from her spot on the floor where your body had curled into hers in fear of waking you up and forcing you to relive your heart break. Mor didn’t look up as she felt the presence of her cousin in the room. She didn’t look up as he crouched down and gently moved the hair covering your face to behind your ear. She didn’t look as he took in your disheveled appearance and tear stained cheeks that matched while he had a look of pain painted across his own face. She loved her cousin but a part of her knew she would never forgive him for the hurt he has caused you. There may even be a part of her that hates him for what he did. And Rhysand knew it too. 

From then on out you had made it a point to avoid your past lover. Morrigan had carried you to her room where you slept for the rest of the night and into the early morning. Silently you made your way to what once was your shared bedroom to find it empty much to your relief. Without asking, the house had helped you move your items into a spare bedroom where you spent the next three days hiding from the inner circle while packing what was important to you and getting rid of what wasn’t. By the fourth day you were ready to leave everything was packed and all you had to do was say goodbye. As much as it would pain you to leave the people you had called family for your whole life you knew you couldn’t stay, it would be far too painful. And you weren’t willing to torture yourself everyday for the rest of your life just to be able to be around your family. You could love them from afar. From a place with enough distance that you could not run back when the overwhelming sense of heartbreak became too much. 

Rhysand knew you were avoiding him and he couldn’t blame you. If he had been in your position he was sure he would do the same but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. If there was one last thing Rhys could do for you, it was give you the chance to have a peaceful goodbye with the rest of your family without him there. But he did ask that Azriel and Cassian inform him when you were done with your goodbyes. He had a lot of regrets in his life but not saying goodbye to you wasn’t going to be one of them. He was sure that he was the last person you wanted to see but after nearly five hundred years together there was no way he was letting you go without seeing you one last time. Even if it was the most selfish thing he has ever done. 

You could feel his presence in the room as you had gripped Morrigan in a bittersweet hug goodbye. Pulling back she takes in the unshed tears lining your eyes and it takes everything in her to be strong for you. “Go out there and make me proud, yeah?” There would never be a moment when she wasn’t proud of you but you knew she meant was go out there and do more than survive this heartbreak, thrive because you are more than capable. Nodding you quickly wipe the fallen tears “Don’t I always?” Morrgian gave your hands one last tight squeeze and reluctantly let go. Stepping back you take in the people who have made up your family for centuries, for one last time before moving to the balcony where Rhysand followed you out. For a while nothing was said, just the wind whispering quiet nothings as it brushed past your face while Rhys soaked up what he was sure to be his last moments with you. “I am so incredibly sorry it happened this way but I can’t let.” you refused to let him finish what he was going to say. “I know.” 

“You know that even with all of this, I still love you. There will always be a part of me that loves you.” slowly you pull your gaze away from the setting sun to look at him. “I know.” It was silent for a few moments, neither of you not sure what to say. Finally he got the courage to speak up. “I know you probably hate me right now. Hell, I would also hate me if I were you. You had always had your fears about what would happen should this day ever come and each time I told you not to worry because nothing could ever take me from you but I was wrong. I was so so wrong and it wasn’t right of me to pretend like this situation wasn’t a possibility. I know that no matter how many times I tell you I am sorry it will never make up for the hurt I have put you through. All I ask is that one day when you find the forgiveness in your heart and peace in your soul you come and visit us. Our family will never be the same without you.”  

“I wish I hated you. I really wish I did.” All Rhysand could do was nod at your confession as much as it broke his heart he knew he had no room to ask for forgiveness. “There was always some part of me that knew we weren’t meant to be but that doesn’t make it hurt less. In some ways it makes it hurt more knowing this end was inevitable. I can’t say that I will ever forgive you for what you have done but no matter how I feel about that I only wish the best for you. You deserve it. There is a part of me that wishes none of this happened, that I could keep you to myself and continue to live in that peaceful bliss with you but I would hate myself from keeping you from her.” Rhysand watched as the gold sun danced upon your face and reflected from your eyes and the tears lining them. 

“Our paths were never meant to cross like they have. We were always better off as friends. We both know that. So go live the life you deserve with the girl of your dreams.” Rhys' eyes tracked the rouge tear that gently slid down your cheek. Seeing you stand so brave in the face of heartbreak while refusing to yield to the waves that pummeled you relentlessly in overpowering emotions made a small part of him proud to see you so strong but another part was saddened by the fact he did this to you. “And what about you?”  shrugging you turn to face the fading sun. The irony was not lost on you, of the sun's departure along with your impending one. “And what about me?” you glance at him over your shoulder “Where will you go? What will you do? How will we know if you're safe?” for a moment you thought of an answer to give to your oldest friend but all the answers evaded you. “I will go where my soul can find rest and my heart can repair itself. Other than that I have no answers. I will find the rest as I go and figure it out along the way.” 

That was the last time anyone in the inner circle had seen you.

[midnightsilverchelly]

Going toss my Cookie Run OC if they were in the beast ancients au created by cuppajj

Angel Cake Cookie - Deceased ('Saved' by Saint Vanilla Cookie)

Angel Cake Cookie left the Creme Republic to help Saint Vanilla with his mission to save the whole cookiekind and free everyone from their sin. She went to a village to plant flowers and simply waited for the beast to arrive. ... Once the beast did arrive; she stood under the tree and watch everything unfold then approached the beast; asking to be free from her sin as well which Saint Vanilla agreed.

Cinnamon Coffee Cookie - Alive (Outside of Dark Cacao Kingdom's border.)

With the Dark Cacao Kingdom becoming more dangerous; Cinnamon Coffee made the decision to move their group to a different location in hopes they don't get caught in any conflict. They have become more hostile and will attack anyone whom they deem as a threat regardless if they poor or a child; not wanting to take any risk because of the beasts.

Têtu Têtu Cookie + their mirror - Alive (Traveling around.)

Têtu Têtu Cookie is currently traveling around Crispa, looking for safety, whilst trying to avoid all the beasts especially after a encounter with Saint Vanilla which lead to the death of her greatest enemy; Carac Cookie. They are thinking of either heading to Parfaedia or Creme Republic. (Although they would also be happy to join the old beasts, mainly Shadow Milk Cookie if it meant getting knowledge out of it due to them craving knowledge.)

Carac Cookie - Deceased ('Saved' by Saint Vanilla Cookie)

Carac was fighting Têtu Têtu Cookie (trying to purge them) when Saint Vanilla appeared before both of them as they were both fighting in a field which had his flowers. Realizing the danger; the pair split up and ran into different direction although unlike Têtu Têtu who manage to get away from Saint Vanilla; Carac ended up being caught by Saint Vanilla which lead to her death.

Betta Fish Cookie - Alive (Currently in Creme Republic.)

Betta Fish Cookie is currently in Creme Republic and doing anything he can help to help the Creme Republic. He no longer travels around the world to seek thrill and danger due to the threats roaming across the land. He has change his act all together, as he is determined to make everything right as in the past; he didn't care for his own life and used to not take everything seriously.

Mistletoe Cookie - Alive (Serving Dragonberry Cookie)

Mistletoe Cookie serves in Dragonberry's army as a Archer. She will follow any order provided by the Beast and will eliminate any threat to the kingdom regardless how dangerous it is. She doesn't care what other cookies think; all that matter is serving Dragonberry Cookie and fulfilling her will out even if it leads to her death in the end.

Cranberry Milkshake Cookie - Deceased (Became trapped in his nightmares.)

The odd one out due to his circumstances; Cranberry Milk Cookie messed with dark magic before the rise of the Neo Beasts which came at a price as the magic was slowly consuming his dreams; leading him to scarlet path which he knew if he followed would trap him forever. However when the Neo Beasts rose up and Earthbread became dangerous; the stress of everything got to Cranberry Milk Cookie which resulted in the mage to finally follow the path despite knowing it would lead to his death. As he didn't want to die at the hand of any of the Beasts or any other cookies.

Raspberry Lemon Cookie - Unknown (Last spotted in Hollyberry Kingdom)

Unknown what has happened to her; last spotted in the Hollyberry Kingdom. It's believe that she left the kingdom and trying to reach Parfaedia or the Creme Republic for safety.

[surfpent]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Dream SMP

Relationship: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical Horror Immortality Scientist Phil Watson | Philza Inspired by The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Implied/Referenced Suicide Blood and Gore Psychological Horror Post-World War II 70s Amsterdam along with various other locations and decades Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings Period Typical Attitudes Ambiguous/Open Ending Wilbur Soot is Not Okay Unreliable Narrator Specific TWs in Chapter Notes Supernatural Elements activates jonathan sims voice statement of thomas innes regarding his brother mcythalloween2024

Summary:

All he knows is that neither Wilbur nor he have aged since Autumn of 1943.

Or, well— it’s possible they are aging, just not on the surface. This is a hypothesis of Wilbur’s, also regarded whilst heavily intoxicated, which deters Tommy from giving it too much thought. His brother’s demeanor often contradicts said hypothesis anyway; he acts less like a man approaching his thirties and more so the role of the eighteen year old he’s supposedly trapped in.

“No point in being immortal if you can’t bend a few rules, eh?”

“I’m quite certain second degree murder is considered more than bending a few rules, Tommy.”

“In the eyes of the law, maybe.”

Wilbur coughs. “You see my point.”

“But what about God, Wilbur? What about His eyes? They’re all seeing ‘n shit.”

“I don’t think Big Man in the sky approves of it either.”

Tommy faces him with a blank stare. “Does that mean I’m going to Hell?”

@mcyt-halloween @swedisheek

[sugolara]

Be aware

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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A loud sigh of relief was heard when Denki laid on the couches that were out for display. His muscles relaxed against the soft cushions. He looked above to where the ceiling had small windows, letting in what little light it could. Thanks to the flashlight he had from previous survivors, they were able to watch their steps, but that couldn’t be said the same for Shoto as he had slipped on a pool of blood.

“Ew.” The scar male groaned out as he stood up, wiping the blood off his hands, “Seriously?”

Hearing the male had fallen, the red-head shined his light to him then down to the blood that had trailed off to the exit, “Whosoever blood that belonged to is most likely dead by now. Must’ve been a serious injury.”

“It feels…warm.” Shoto disgustingly said, the upper part of his jeans soaking in the blood. While he continued to wipe his hands the red-head shined his light towards him and at the sight of a rotter sneaking behind the scar male, he quickly shoved his friend away as he pulled out his gun. The shove caused for Shoto to fall back in the blood and whilst giving a glare to his friend, he sprung into action, stabbing the dead before the red-head could blast his gun, “You shouldn’t be using your gun. We haven't even cleared the place out.”

“It was coming after you and I had to think quickly.” He lowered his weapon, “If I hadn't seen it, that could've been the end for you.”

“Don't you have a knife or something that's not a gun?” Shoto asked and was left baffled when Eijiro shook his head, “I’m surprised that you and Denki are still alive.”

“Don’t I know it.” He sighed as they approached Denki, “We have thought about using silencers, but there hasn’t been luck in finding those.”

“Yes!” Izuku happily whispered as he found the section of headlamps and flashlights. He adjusted the headlamp around his head before turning to F/n and Katsuki as they took down a rotter. Though the two groaned as the light blinded them for a split second.

“Turn that shit off, Deku!” The blonde said as he shielded his eyes.

F/n did the same with head lowering, “Does it really need to be that bright?”

“Whoops.” Izuku let out a chuckle, flickering the small lever to turn down the light settings. When the light was dim to where the two didn't have to shield their eyes he grabbed a few more.

“You seem happy.” F/n said, grabbing the box of headlamp and opening its package.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He eyed the building, We got lucky in even finding this place. Who knows how much longer we would have lasted if we found a bit to keep us going.”

Katsuki let out a scoff, strapping the light around his forehead, “Look around, idiot. What makes you think this place is for us? All this shit wasn’t left behind for someone else to take it. There's probably someone in here that neither of us don’t know considering this place is fucking huge.”

She agreed with him, dismissing the way Izuku’s face fell, “We’re out in the open and sure we’ve got stuff covering us, but if there's someone else in here they might have set traps letting us know that this place is off limits.”

“Doesn't hurt to be optimistic.” The freckle male annoyingly said, “But, what if there is someone? What then?”

Though a look at her and he already knew the answer. “We take it. We didn't come this far just to have someone already claim it and be sent home empty handed. Sucks, but who cares.”

She then walked off to joining the others with both of them following behind. For Katsuki, his pace was slower as he stared at the back of her head. Despite all they’ve been through he had to admit that the things she did could be cruel. She may be selfish and even though she may never say it, she does it for the good of heart. He understood, really, but that doesn't make her less cold-hearted.

Then there was Izuku. He knows his childhood friend has good intentions, but sometimes, he wishes that he could just…stop clinging onto something that will never happen and will just be a dream. At times, it irritates him the way Izuku keeps holding on, but sometimes, Izuku is the hope that everyone truly needs.

“The hell happened to you?” The blonde eyed Shoto.

“I fell.” He said, looking down to his jeans while Izuku passed the headlamps around, “Did you guys see a clothing section?”

“Probably.” She shrugged, “But, we should secure the building before we get you a pair of jeans.”

“You say that like it’s an insult, but, really, I need one.” He looked at her to which she rolled her eyes. “Bloody clothes are the least of your problems when you’ve covered in other shit.”

“Not all of us want to smell or walk sound in other peoples blood.” He pointed out, “You may be fine with that, but I find it gross.”

Ignoring whatever they were doing, Denki looked at the others, “So, what's the plan? We take sections?”

“Sounds like a start.” Eijiro said, looking around at what the light touches, “There might be a breach somewhere so we want to be careful with that.”

“We can also mark the aisle we come across so we know we’ve been there.” Denki said as he held out a flagging tape.

“And if someone who interferes isn't us, then well know someone else is in here with us.” Izuku smiled, “Good thinking, Denki.”

“Surprised to hear that come out of your mouth.” Katsuki mumbled, earning a glare from the younger blonde. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“It means you're stupid.” He responded back.

While staring as they bickered, she had to agree with what the younger blonde offered. It's one she hadn't even thought about, but for them to not notice that if someone were indeed here, they were already listening in to everything. Heck, they’re probably already staring down at them and waiting for her group to act first. It was absolutely weird that no one else had decided to claim this place and those who did died.

From the looks of it, this warehouse was placed in a populated area of the town. Either someone was already inside or they’d soon arrive and used this place to store their goods. Still, F/n would have figured that someone would have at least set out traps to protect what's theirs instead of letting it be a free access. She held in her sigh, leaning against boxes of useless items as she looked towards the dark. Let’s see who would die first. 

[reidhalstead]

For: @bookedrevenge

A routine that's been almost four years long begins to finally feel a degree closer to contempt. Do something like clockwork for long enough and it's simply part of life — in this case, death. Reid helps the occasional campus rogue back to their dorms, whilst eradicating the rodent infestation that started beneath the humanities building. He doesn't like to talk about how. But it's routine. And sometimes, he gets a glimmer of forgetfulness; for a few moments, to know that he's living in a place where only his worst nightmares could manifest.

It's four am and dawn plans to visit again in the coming hours. He's finished his late shift on the campus, and he's walking home. Jacket zipped tight, black cargos specked with mud, and boots glazed with the same.

He's no closer to where he wants to be, he's got no more answers, or reasons to make this life something worth it. But, it's always around the time his body craves rest, and to satiate a thirst that he begins to fall into the trap of his self-loathing. The doubts he's had placed there for years, festering like a parasite.

He slips into a lane, dodging around an industrial wastebin wedged between bricked buildings; it's a shortcut — his knees bend, and he jumps up the wall, hand gripping the top as he hoists himself up — it's just as he can swear he hears his name being called.

Halstead. It's almost urgent.

It's unlike him to miss the sounds these days; impossible, on others where he cannot turn it down. His head twitches as he holds himself up on the wall, his right ear pointed in the direction of the noise. Even when it's so piercing, it's deafening. Reid's even more sure he's heard that voice; he knows that voice. It's buried in a memory he longs to forget:

Where a soldier's rough pats him on the shoulder and smiles — it's a little bit of pride, and a lot more teeth. Reid's hand is splayed out eagerly. There's a needle vibrating against his hand. His parents are there, his sisters are envious. It's a good day. Book's near him and they're uttering inaudible words. But it's him. Halstead's talking with vigour. Seething about how he's going to find all the creatures, continue his family's legacy —

He's making promises that he swears he'll keep; til his dying breath. Oaths to the brotherhood that he will be the sword and the saviour —

It's not his voice. It simply can't be.

Halstead.

Reid—!

He's still halfway over the wall when he freezes, darkening eyes fly to the end of the alleyway; a mass of muscle stands there, staring him right in the eye. Shadows could hide Reid all they liked; there's a glow down the lane, and the streetlamps are positioned in the others' favour.

Reid could run. He could do better, even. He could do a world of things; he's been on the other side of this scenario. A hunter staring down the prey of a creature. But now, Reid knows what it's like to be on the other side of it. That gnawing where instinct tells him to attack; to pursue and hunt instead like a primal predator. He tightens his grip on the wall, even as Book's steps enter the alley. One of Reid's legs swings the wall, and he sits, almost lifting himself slowly upwards as if he might be ready to pounce.

Book, you cannot be here.

Of all the people to see Reid like this —

But Halstead can hardly run from the hunter he'd looked up to, once. Still did, even. Despite everything surging in the storm of his chest; heat pools at Reid's eyes. Rage is one thing, guilt another — eternal damnation in all its glory, is another entity entirely. What can Reid possibly say here, to an approaching hunter? What's the hundreds of things monsters have begged, or pleaded with him right before he's struck the final blow? Reid never listened; never showed mercy. Book's everything he was, but twice the experienced; twice the hardened soldier. Reid doesn't even move from the wall, even when he turns his head away slightly, it's not enough; it's too late.

He's been clocked. He tries anyway: "Get out of here, Book."

[luscious-coptic-curls]

Chapter 14: Chapter 14. To trap a man?

“In me, you won’t find a man who tries to romance you with sweet nothings or elaborate declarations of love. Feelings and passions – they all fade. You won’t find that in me. Duty, honour, and commitment – those things don’t fade. In me, you’ll find someone who is willing to work diligently to make sure our union stands. I am here for my companion, a person to spend my life with in amiable peace.” On the surface, his vows presented him as a responsible man who would commit himself to his wife. He wanted to make their union stand, he wanted a companion, he wanted amiable peace. Those were just words, but the fact that he chose those particular ones worried and calmed her simultaneously. She would’ve been wary of any man who would pepper her with empty ‘words of flattery’ as he’d put it. Still, his vows never mentioned anything about even the hope to find love. That worried her. If he wanted a companion, someone to spend his life with in amiable peace, he might as well get a loyal dog. She scoffed at him in her mind. What was he here for then, if not the possibility of love? Just someone to be wed and bred? Surely he could hire find a high-end matchmaker who would match him to someone more suitable for him and his world than Kate?

OR

In which Kate spirals whilst thinking about Anthony's intentions for joining this experiment. In turn, it allows her to reassess her own intentions and approach to the show.

(This picture does not rightfully capture what Kate is thinking in this chapter, I just think it's neat.)

[tinycoded360]

G/t Rec/favorite list AO3 part 3

Vertically challenged by pixelpax

When the Autobots and Decepticons are pulled through a tear in reality, they suddenly find themselves in an entirely different dimension, on a completely different planet, millions of miles from home. To make matters worse, their bodies didn't even make the trip- rather, their very sparks have been transferred and stranded in the mind of a young human girl.

With time against them, the warring factions must find a way to put their differences aside or risk losing themselves and their new charge completely.

Haven by imagine_darksiders

Whilst supervising a school trip to a museum, you suddenly find yourself unwittingly responsible for the lives of five children when a maelstrom of ferocious monsters fall out of the sky and start attacking everyone in sight.

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Trapped in a vault, running low on food, water and hope, you have a decision to make.

Stay inside where it's safe, or leave and try to find help.

Help does come, of course.

Just not in the form you'd expected.. . . .

A Desperate, defenseless creature by amazionion

Warren was desperate. Sure, the little three-and-three-quarters inch tall man had some close calls in the past; exterminators, rats, that one teen who'd been too curious for his own good, but nothing that even remotely began to prepare him for this.

Honestly, Warren was doubting that anything could have prepared him for the end of the world.

Enormous creatures that the humans had called demons roamed outside, killing each other as well as anything they could see. Buildings had been completely destroyed in the invasion. Not a single human had been seen in months. Food was scarce to nonexistent.

Everything changed when he was caught by a human called the Slayer.

Tiny by Marsalias

Just a day in the life of Danny Fenton: Fight ghosts, get hit by your parents' shrink ray, rapidly lose ghost powers, be unable to find shrink ray to reverse it, approach a mental breakdown...

Get rescued by the ghostly Master of Time?

Spidy-sized by traveler3291

G/t Peter Parker and Tony Stark fluff

Peter Parker is about to run into some trouble, and not just with stranger borrowers in avengers tower, but with Tony Stark too.

The wails in the walls by aconstantstateofbladerunner

Toshinori was convinced his cottage was haunted from the day he moved in. He could easily blame the missing objects and little bites in his food on pests, but that wouldn’t explain the faint sound of crying some nights.

Borrower AU inspired by @abyssal-glory/noxes

The worst borrowers in the Galaxy by cornethummy

Borrowers are tiny humanoids who live in the walls of human houses, ekeing out a secret living. Except for the armored Borrowers hiding out aboard the Mother of Invention, who seem to be engaged in a conflict over territory and salvaged snacks. Okay, mostly they just scream at each other.

Or, an inexperienced Agent Washington has a bunch of really little colorful space marines living in his room and doesn't realize it. Yet.

Just a little dilemma by agent_izhyper

Tony finds himself in a bit of a predicament when an encounter with a sorcerer has him seeing the world from a whole new 6-inch-tall viewpoint. Now if only he can avoid getting into extra unnecessary trouble while he's at it, it'd save Cap a lot of headache.

Blossoms of blood by The_Silver_Souled_hunter

A trip into a new region takes some terrifying turns when Olimar and Louie run into larger than life monsters, some friendlier than others.

Screwing up big time by Browa123

It wasn't supposed to end like this, but beggars can't be choosers.

Forced to team up with Jack and Maddie, Vlad needs to find a way to reverse the situation the three of them are in before they get too deep into trouble.

[hebuiltfive]

The Alaskan Train Crash: International Rescue, We Have A Situation.

Six months after the return of Jeff Tracy and International Rescue has finally come back off their hiatus. One of their first missions with their dad back at the helm? A mysterious train wreck in remote Alaska.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Artist!Virgil, Post season three, slight AU, Mentions of hospitals, Mentions of Blood, description of train crash, Light Angst

Series: Part 1 of The Long Game

NOTES: This has been MONTHS in the making and, I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about finally putting this out in the world. This is only the first chapter of the first part of (what I'm now thinking will be) quite a large story. Disclaimers to say that I obviously do not own any of the characters in this story. They were created by the wonderful Gerry and Sylvia Anderson. The only things I do own are the ideas and situations they end up in. Trust me, they'll end up in some sticky situations in the near future!

Read it below or on AO3 here.

The Hood’s haphazard approach to his criminal scheming, coupled with a blatant disregard for any life that wasn’t his own, only ever led to one outcome — disaster.

The unfortunate beneficiaries of today’s outcome were currently trapped under the wreckage of the buckled front carriage of a derailed freight train. The scene was horrific to look at, even with all of Scott’s years of experience and training that came with being in the rescue business. The whole of the train looked as though it had been flung from the tracks, and had flipped onto its side, except for the back carriage, which had somehow managed to stay the right way up, and the front carriage, which had been capsized completely. In stark contrast to the crisp white snow underneath the wreck, there was a dark patch of leaking oil developing. As Scott hovered in the air over the derailed train, guiding his jet pack over the wreckage to get a sense of the scope, he knew he had to work fast.

There had been three workers on board. Whilst two of the three had seemingly been rendered unconscious by the incident, one was still very much awake and aware of her current predicament. She had made sure that the receiver of her distress call also knew this. John had forewarned his older brother of the severity of this woman’s pleas for assistance whilst Scott had flown Thunderbird One to the danger zone at top speed; the way the woman had begged Thunderbird Five for help had sent shivers down (a normally stoic) John’s spine. Still, despite the advanced warning, nothing could have quite prepared Scott for the look of pure terror on that woman’s face as he landed himself beside the wreck and jogged over to that capsized front carriage.

Two Hours Earlier.

Virgil had just wanted the lounge to himself so he could finally finish his oil painting in relative peace. It had already taken him far longer than he’d expected to get the painting complete. Usually that was due to rescue missions interrupting him and not his two younger brothers, as was the case today. Gordon and Alan had come bounding into the lounge, as loud and as energetic as always, and then began to play the loudest alien-killing game they could have possibly found. Virgil knew that his easel and pallet in front of him had not gone unnoticed by the Terrible Two, but the boys didn’t seem to care. Or, rather, they didn’t seem to realise the disturbance they’d caused. That was normally the case, anyway.

Virgil should have known that asking for any semblance of peace in the Tracy household was very rarely answered. The villa was always a hive of chaotic activity, even when those rescue missions called half of the family away. As Virgil was usually on call in those situations, he rarely managed to find a moment’s grace unless he was up into the late hours of the day. As it was, the sun had already begun to set over Tracy Island and sleep would soon be beckoning to all of them. He only had a few hours left to get some painting done before Scott had another reason to berate him for staying up late again. Thankfully, Tracy Island was large enough to not only house International Rescue’s operations, but also cater enough room for everyone who lived there.

He had not long retreated from the lounge, away from Alan and Gordon’s loud but seemingly futile efforts to defeat an invading alien race, to finish up his work in his art studio.  He should have just stayed there this morning and not gone down to the lounge, but when that room was not occupied by bored, young adolescents, the lounge was just as serene as the quiet his studio offered. The views out onto the expanse of the Pacific inspired Virgil’s creative muse, and the colours seemed to flow so much better on his canvas when the warm, tropical breeze blew up through the open veranda. That being said, the picturesque scenery that now filled his peripheral was just as humbling.

His canvas, he’d carefully carried down from the lounge, had been placed on a new easel that stood in front of a large window. In the near distance Mateo stood, the rocks on the island glinting in the last rays of sun. Far more quieter than the disruption his brothers were currently causing upstairs. Content once more, Virgil started to mix the paints he needed on a new pallet.

He got all of two swipes of raw sienna onto the canvas when there was a gentle knock of knuckles against the wood of the art studio door.

“Virgil?” It was a voice that Virgil had thought he’d never hear again, up until a few months the back, that is. A voice that he was still trying to get used to hearing again after living so long without it.

Jeff Tracy had opened the door and was standing under the frame, his hands sitting idly in the pockets of his jeans. He looked over the artwork his second eldest was working on. To a stranger, or casual observer, they might have been deceived by the seemingly dark piece. With the shades Virgil had decided to use so far, that would have been an understandable mistake. But Jeff knew his sons, even after eight years of being separated from them, and he could see the hope that radiated through the painting. In the background, still only an outline and yet unfinished, he could make out the shape that he guessed would become Thunderbird Two. Jeff could see Virgil’s behemoth of a ship was to rise in the distance, to assist in the abstract disaster that was happening in the foreground. The smile that lit up his worn face gave Virgil a warm glow inside. “Looking good, son.”

In those first few weeks of Jeff Tracy’s return to earth after spending almost a decade lost in the outer reaches of the solar system, International Rescue had gone on an understandable hiatus. The Global Defence Force had offered to pick up the rescue work whilst the family became reacquainted and new routines were established. After all, just having their father sitting with them at their breakfast table in the morning again gave the boys enough of a shock. Despite the stresses and occasional disagreements that naturally came with the reshuffling and reorganising of the organisation, having their dad back was one of the greatest miracles to happen to the Tracy brothers, and they all thanked their lucky stars every day for having him home again.

“Do you have a moment?” Jeff asked, gesturing forward as a way of asking whether Virgil was okay with him stepping into his space.

By the look on his dad’s face, Virgil knew that ‘a moment’ was more than likely going to last longer than Jeff had suggested in his wording, but Virgil nodded all the same. As Jeff stepped inside and closed the door behind him, Virgil placed his pallet and paint brush on the side table beside his easel. He rubbed his paint splattered fingers on his equally paint splattered apron.

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

Virgil was used to being the one everyone came to for advice and assistance in the family. Along with Grandma Tracy, he was the soundboard that his brothers, and Kayo and Brains, relied on when they needed a solid voice of reason. Virgil never minded. He never saw any of them as a burden or a bother. Whenever they needed to seek comfort in Virgil’s warmth and way with words, Virgil was there for them.

“I wanted to just let you know that Grandma will be taking me to the mainland tomorrow.”

Virgil’s heart sank a little at Jeff’s words. He knew what his father’s words were code for, knew exactly where Grandma Tracy was taking him: the hospital. Jeff’s health had been fragile upon his return to Earth. Having had to survive eight years on a rock in the Oort Cloud, it came as no surprise to any of them. They were all wise to the fact that the situation would have been a detriment to anyone’s health, and they all were sure that, had Jeff been anyone else, he wouldn’t have lived through the ordeal for nearly as long as he miraculously had. Jeff’s health had been a major talking point in the reorganisation of International Rescue. The main question was whether he was fit enough to take back the mantel of Commander In Chief, or whether it was better for him to take a backseat and oversee operations from the sidelines instead. Both Grandma and Scott had been firm advocates in Jeff taking the back seat, but Jeff Tracy was Jeff Tracy and he wasn’t the kind of man who was content with being sidelined. In the end, they had all agreed on him sharing the job with his eldest son, at least until he was in a better condition.

Hence the hospital visits. Scans, blood work, physiotherapy, drugs and tests were part of their new normal, and they’d been advised that this new normal was going to stay in place for the foreseeable future. Jeff didn’t mind, so long as it meant he was still able to be of assistance, but the constant hospital trips had the boys naturally worrying.

“If dad is so unwell that he needs to be constantly visiting Doctor Mayhew every month, he shouldn’t be placed in a position that could cause him stress!” Scott had exclaimed on more than one occasion. Jeff never listened to him, always claimed that he was fine which only led to heated debates between the two. Usually it was Grandma who managed to calm them both down, but once or twice, the unfortunate role of mediator had landed on Virgil’s lap. Whilst he still didn’t see it as a burden, it was the only time he minded. It was the one time he didn’t like being a soundboard to his family.

“How long this time?” He asked his father, arms folding across his chest.

“A week. Maybe two. They want to check my legs, I think. It’s going to require a few tests back to back and they say that it’s easier if I just stay there whilst they get the results.”

Virgil nodded. It made sense for him to remain in one place. His next question was one he didn’t want the answer to. “Does Scott know?”

Jeff held silence for a moment or two, and Virgil knew the answer instantaneously. “No. He doesn’t. Not yet.”

Virgil pursed his lips, nodded once… twice, and then began to undo his paint apron. So much for a relaxing evening with his canvas. “He needs to know, dad.”

“He overthinks everything—”

“That’s Scott for you—”

“— and I don’t like how stressed out he gets. I don’t want to add to it, or be the cause of more stress.”

Welcome to the club, Virgil thought, but sighed as he threw the apron aside. Scott never knew how to take things easy. He was a classic overreacher, constantly trying to do more than his best. That perfectionism had only got worse in the months following their father’s disappearance, but that was a fact Jeff had still not been informed about. Their father had developed a legacy in people’s minds, one that only grew in his supposed death, and Scott felt compelled to continue that legacy. He had always looked up to Jeff, but this constant need to try and make their father proud, even in death, sometimes meant Scott took unnecessarily hazardous risks, and it had nearly landed him on death’s doorstep on more than one occasion. Virgil and the others had often tried to slow him down and make him see reason, but their talks rarely seemed to have a lasting impact. Come the next day, Scott would be back to his normal, overreaching self.

“Scott’s capable of handling a lot more than you think, dad.”

Jeff breathed out a long sigh. “I don’t want him to handle so much. He should share the burdens.”

“Good luck getting him to do that. We’ve been trying for years, but Scott is way too protective. It’s one of the reasons why he doesn’t want you being so involved in the rescues right now, what with your… health.”

“I know he’s looking out for me,” Jeff began, his eyes averting Virgil’s own gaze as he took in the view of Mateo from the window. “I just wish he wouldn’t try so damned hard all the time.”

Virgil let out a deep chuckle. “You and me both, dad.” Then, he began to make for the door. “But he needs to know all the same. If you want, I can be your bodyguard.” He joked. In honesty, the thought of having to referee another match between his dad and Scott worried him, but he’d do it if it meant avoiding a bigger conflict in the future.

Jeff’s lips quirked into a smile at Virgil’s humour, but as he opened his mouth to speak, a hologram of John appeared from the holo-disc on the side table beside the easel. “Guys, we have a situation.”

Exchanging worried glances with his father, Virgil dove out of the door of his studio and made his way up to the lounge as fast as possible, Jeff following quickly behind him.

[themovieblogonline]

Christopher Nolan's Dunkirk Revisited

Christopher Nolan's Dunkirk is a movie worth revisiting. Christopher Nolan made plans on doing something different after succeeding with The Dark Knight Trilogy, and mastering the art of Sci-fi with Inception & Interstellar. Nolan set his sights on something that maybe his die-hard fans wouldn’t expect from him. That idea was a World War II story under the name of Dunkirk. The idea of Christopher Nolan bringing his realistic tone, to a story that is well, actually real, immediately gained interest.  Just like with every other Nolan movie, the hype train started its engine. We're six years since the release of Dunkirk. Now feels like a great time to reflect on this modern classic War outing. Dunkirk tells the narrative of the early part of World War II when Allied soldiers were actually losing the War. The British among them were literally pushed back to their home country right from the heart of Europe. Many Allied soldiers were left trapped on the long, wide-open beaches of Dunkirk in France. The soldiers were there waiting for transport to take them back to their home across the water. It was an extremely dangerous place because the entire German army knew they were there in plain sight. The German army would in turn attack the Allied forces quite relentlessly. Nothing held back attacks even if the Allies were on ships trying to escape. Nolan really captures that brutal, all hope is lost feeling with Dunkirk. In the movie you see troops on their last legs, at the end of their will, feeling defeated. Nolan gave us a stacked cast for Dunkirk. We have Cillian Murphy (Shivering Soldier), Kenneth Branagh (Commander Bolton), Tom Hardy (Farrier), Harry Styles (Alex), and Mark Rylance (Mr. Dawson) to name just a few. Dunkirk uses its talented collective, to tell its overall narrative through three main perspectives. Those perspectives are war by air, sea, and land. With each character holding up a different part of the story, this idea makes for a refreshing watch when it comes to a War movie. Dunkirk is something a little bit different, and it keeps you glued to the screen. The pressure was at a constant high for the soldiers at Dunkirk and Nolan translates that feeling onto the viewer. Of course, Nolan brings in his IMAX cameras once more, to fully submerse his audience. Alongside his director of photography Hoyte van Hoytema, they even attached IMAX cameras to small planes, painted them to look like real spitfires, and then recorded the outcome whilst flying in the air for real. To add to this, Nolan prepared for the movie by hearing stories from real-life veterans. The highlights continue, with the mysterious shivering soldier, as he takes harbour on a small boat alongside Mr. Dawson. With Mr. Dawson heading to Dunkirk to pick up survivors, and the soldier on his boat desperately wanting to go home, it makes for an interesting back-and-forth. Tommy (Fionn Whitehead), Alex, and their fellow troops capture the grim reality of what it’s really like to try and escape a war-filled situation like Dunkirk. To the very last second, it’s an isolated and constant struggle. Dunkirk harnesses that feeling tenfold, and it’s a gripping watch. With all of the plots combined, alongside Nolan’s constant approach to practical effects, we get what some consider to be one of the best War movies ever made, and six years on, it still looks as impressive as it did the day it came out. It’s another masterclass in directing, and story-telling from the mind of Christopher Nolan, and a reminder that he can thrive in any genre of film he wishes to pick. Read the full article

[tetsuro-wulf]

The Wulf's Eye: RP Journal #123 | Rest in Peace

Last evening, I decided to take my Sohei on our first field job on a group odd jobs, something that's been posted on our board for a bit. A "haunted" ryokan deep in the mountains of yanxia known as Senbokyo where a women there welcomes spirits to take respite and find peace so they're able to pass on. Though, recently she has been short staffed so I decided to take the job. Seemed simple enough.

When we arrived, she gave us a bit of a rundown about the ryokan. There were plentiful spirits. From elders to children.. to even animal spirits that hadn't passed on yet. They would find peace in their own time here, or with the aid of the owner where they felt safe. However, upon our arrival, I couldn't help but feel a very off sensation coming from some part of the ryokan. Though, Hana, the owner that is, gave us tasks to tend to so we could split up. Omoto took on the task of feeding the animal spirits persimmons, Natsume took on the task of helping the chef with supper deliveries to the guests, Krysanthe took on the task of helping guests residing in the bathhouse, and I took on the task of delivering newcomers their luggage.

With that, we got to work. Hauling luggage wasn't so bad, kind of glad we decided on that, given they were heavy and plentiful. Plus, it was a good way for me to get feel of that 'off' sensation whilst I travelled to each of these rooms. And just as I thought, upon delivering the last package, I pinpointed the energy as something that felt impure. A spirit grew corrupted, most likely bound by some form of extreme emotion that has them tethered to this world restlessly.

Once we all finished our tasks, we met back in the lobby. Krysanthe seemed rather emotional, and sure enough she was able to help someone in the baths pass on happily. I was proud to hear she achieved such. And it seemed that Omoto accomplished the same with some animals tethered to this world as well. That was when Natsume mentioned finding one of the rooms he delivered to having a talisman bound to it. A talisman to contain a dark entity. Upon questioning Hana, she revealed that one of her customers had become corrupted because the spirit's friends were forcefully taken by none other than Nox Suzaku.

We determined the best course of action would be to exorcise this spirit so he may not suffer more, nor spread his corruption. With that, I instructed my Sohei to line the outter doorframe with talismans so it wouldn't escape and harm the other spirits. Though this type of approach was not to be aggressive. We were here to relieve someone. The first emotional bounds stemmed from anguish and anger. A nasty combination. We learned this spirit's name was Saekei, and well, Hana was also quite attached to him. He losted all of his friends when Nox Suzaku shook the balance. I offered him counsel, even as he caused the halls to shudder with his energy. He seemed relieved to hear of the unravelling of trapped spirits within Nox, and that he may join them and one day be reborn. That's when Omoto and Krysanthe offered their words of comfort, and we followed through with offering him peace.. a warm send-off.

A solemn ending to our job, but we certainly did our part. Hana thanked us and Omoto decided to stay behind for a bit whilst the rest of us would go home. To be face to face with that of the otherworld heavily affected by Nox's wrath.. I can't help but wish we could've done more. But no need to stew on that. No need..

06.10.2023

[hailtotehthief]

since this post has nothing to do with Radiohead i let it inspire a short cheesecake, to get the tag back on track and all..

Title: “Free in the Knowledge”

Pairing: Thonny

Rating: General

Warnings: You’ll have to find out

Summary: Read on now....

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There weren’t many places Thom hadn’t been; he had seen all the spots of the world that welcomed him. Places held memories. In Oxfordshire, he was in a crash. In New York he nearly died, multiple ways at once. In Mexico, he was robbed of his gear. In Israel, he was robbed of something much more dear. It was hard to return to these moments when more kept happening in a constant stream, hard to return to the places themselves when they were so far spread. He was lucky when he could get back to the same spot within a year; on the other hand, he was unlucky, as this meant he was touring back-to-back and he wouldn't usually have his head enough to think to remember. This time he was thinking too bloody much, though. He also had access to travel - with his wealth it was completely fine for him to rent any car he wanted for the day to fuck off before his duties came for him.

That is how he found himself in rural America, North Carolina to be specific. He was already thirty minutes off from Charlotte, where he'd have to be back in some odd hours. He hadn't been this way in many years. He could remember his direction in approximates, which was a feat itself. Otherwise, he was lost.

Recollection had come for him day in day out recently to collect his dues. Karmatic realizations of just how much his life had changed, how bitchy he had been as a result, and all the catastrophe that resulted from a mixture of many causations. Most were wrought by himself, he knew that now. It seemed the whole world loved him and he was just the biggest ass in return. All but..

Headlights guided him away from his thoughts. Blasted honks kept him from the bloody radio. He wondered if he was driving just that awfully that the guy passing had to make a statement, or if those were the mechanic screeches of recognition through the windshield. Like "Thom!"s shouted out by complete strangers. On one hand, he was only nearly surprised by the fact that he had let his attention drift so far whilst operating a death trap. On the worse side, he wasn't really surprised at all. Impulsive lack of inhibitions seemed to be the status quo of his actions some days. Others, he could barely do anything without triple thinking it. What in God's name he was doing now surely was a mixture of both.

He lost track of time; he was always losing time. Everything was always coming and going, things needed to be done and then they had to end, and with a new album cycle he knew exactly what he was in the midst of. He had learned long ago, with just how bad it got on the OK Computer run. He learned lots back then, and now, despite doing everything a little differently, he still had to deal with people pestering him even more accessibly on the handheld device in his pocket. He had shut it off for this, though. For now. This happened often, the people who needed to know were aware of this habit of his.

Slightly less common was what he was fully doing now - escaping for the moments he could. Those times were mixed as well. They were refreshing breaks, sure, but usually with them came some baggage of some deeply settled thing he was stewing over. His current train of thought was nestled so deeply within the trainyard of his life, it was really a bugger to get running. Once it ran, it could cross all the States fifty times over.

He was approaching one stop of many, his currently sought destination. Well, something like it at least. There were many of these spots in his past - places in expanses of bloody nowhere where no one else was there to see it or see him. They were monuments of purpose, lands of true freedoms he couldn't get otherwise with his status. Even the darkest alleyways in cities had cameras ready to snap at him. Here, well it seemed so technologically unadvanced that its airs were probably completely vacant of any Television broadcasts.

He pulled the car into a ditch outside of an old barn. It was the only structure in sight other than another agricultural building a little ways off, but still seemingly of the property. No light illuminated the car for all the fields and fields to see; this was a good first sign. Looking up at its presence, its open doorways revealing scattered, worn equipment and disheveled, dirty piles of hay - this was another. No one could possibly be here. He was alone.

Reaching back behind the empty passenger seat, he procured the paper bag he brought as a sole companion. He grabbed it by the neck, an uncared for brand of Tequila chosen as quickly as possible. Gone were the days where one look at his face, or identification card back when they still asked for it, bewildered the clerk in an uncomfortable manner. This time it was an older woman who couldn't have given less of a damn. He was grateful for times like this, though still precautious.

Opening the door he felt the slight knockback of gentle wind, and was

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I did not finish this Cheesecake. But I have to let my word be known. To this post and many more.. This is what relevance is. Please stop posting in the #Radiohead tag if it has nothing in the slightest to do with Radiohead.

Thank you.. and good night.

i wish i knew what you think when my name is mentioned.

[pinkslashersimp]

fuck it, yandere jason

TW: Yandere behaviour (such as kidnapping, controlling behaviour, false imprisonment, stalking), murder, not proof read i’m very tired

if any of these apply to you please scroll and take care of yourself 🤍

Yandere!Jason Voorhees Headcanons💗🌷

Jason is a much more softer and caring yandere compared to the other slashers

He’ll give you much more freedom than they will once you’ve gained his trust, letting you roam the camp grounds and chill in any cabin of your choice

You do, of course, have to gain quite a lot of his trust first

Doesn’t matter if you’re a boy, girl, neither. If you look or act like his mom, you’re doomed.

When you unknowingly walk past him for the first time hes completely awestruck

When you unknowingly walk past him for the first time hes completely awestruck

Like, totally and completely pulled away from what he was doing so he can focus all his attention on you.

He stands there, weapon in hand, hiding behind a few close ranged trees staring straight at you, his chest heavily yet quickly rising and falling as he carefully observes you

It’ll take him a few days to actually kidnap you, he still has to lay out traps and map out exactly how he’s going to kill your friends and the other counsellors

In those days he spends most of his time stalking you, trying to figure out your daily schedule

he also just really likes looking at you

When the time finally comes, he watches you until you finally retreat to your room, so you’ll be far away enough to be unaware of your friends screams

And then he kills them all.

He makes sure to drag their corpses far away from the cabin youre in, he doesn’t want you being witness to the horrors he commits, nor does he want to risk scarring and potentially breaking you

especially not when hes gonna carry you all the way to his own cabin, he doesn’t want you to be extra terrified of him and fighting him twice as hard

Jason understands he isn’t like, the most approachable man in the world. He has horror stories after him, and he just murdered all your friends. He understands your fear, but it hurts him a lot and he would never want you to believe that he’d hurt you

He also doesn’t want to have to run after you, that could risk you running on bear traps or hurting yourself in some other way.

He comes up with a plan,

Jason wants to trick you, so he doesn’t scare you too much by just barging straight in. He knocks on the front door of your cabin, then silently makes his way to the back door and breaks in as quietly as he can whilst you’re trying to figure out why nobody was there when you answered.

He swiftly comes up behind you and lifts you up in his arms, carrying you as if you weigh absolutely nothing over his shoulder. ignoring your screams and punches against his back

He almost throws you into his makeshift bed, even though he meant to gently put you down.

The poor man doesn’t know his own strength

Then, using one hand, he grabs into your arm to secure you in place, and motions “ssshh!!” with the other

if u don’t shut up he sits you on his lap and covers your mouth until you do, being careful to leave your nostrils out and room to breathe. Occasionally petting your hair to try and calm you

when you’ve calmed down enough his grip on ur arm loosens and he uses his free hand to run his fingers through your hair and stare at you, intensely and silently.

also breathing heavily because hes nervous and because it’s like seeing his mother again

hes so taken aback that he has someone else he cares so strongly for

he doesn’t want you getting out until he’s cleared the corpses away, no way would he risk you running into that during an escape attempt when it took so long to calm you down

he leaves u tied up to the beds headrest so you can’t leave whilst hes clearing away his mess, ensuring the restraints aren’t too tight but are tight enough to keep you in place

IF you actually manage to get away you’d end up hurt, there are bear traps closely scattered all throughout the grounds that have been hidden well.

Not to mention you’d make a lot of noise, running on leaves and crying

Which means he finds you in less than a minute and lifts you up again

his grip is tighter, not because he’s angry with you, but because hes frustrated that you aren’t being as easy as he thought you would be

ties you up much tighter and works almost two times faster now because hes paranoid about you getting out again and getting yourself hurt

unties you when he gets back and sits in front of you, grabbing you when you try to get up or attack him, and placing you right back where you were

he doesn’t want you to be afraid so he gives you that little freedom at first

spends the first night sitting in front of you, trying to sign that hes a “friend” or “harmless”

after an hour he pats his stomach and makes a sign that suggests “hungry?”, when u say nothing he does it again but tilts his head

still nothing? well the fruit cereal bar he stole is in front of you just in case you change your mind:)

if he isn’t trying to communicate with you, he’s sat staring at you, breathing deeply and loudly

It’s very, very creepy

it’s an uncomfortable first night.

Jason wants you to adapt to life with him pretty quickly, so when you’re sleeping he gently ties both of your wrists together and ties that to the headrest, being careful not to wake you, before heading to your previous bedroom and gathering your belongings

clothing, books, rings, deodorant, posters, tapes, etc

he gathers them and brings them back to you, untying you and presenting them beside you in a neat little pile

please be grateful

please

for the first week he lets you sleep by yourself, he refuses to touch you without consent or make you uncomfortable

the only downside is he watches you the whole time to make sure you aren’t going to run away

Then, when you’re settled enough, he’ll sleep beside you

doesn’t spoon you until you’re asleep so he lays on his back completely still for the most part

likes to take you on walks

holding ur hand a little tighter than he probably should

roams with you until it gets dark, then he lifts you up bridal style and carries u home

He enjoys carrying you because he believes you’re safer in his arms, plus you won’t be injured by the bear traps

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Sauron - Fast Facts

Sauron was a highly gifted Maia. He was a student of Aulë and became skilled at crafting and making. He was named Mairon. Coveting the power through which he would coordinate all things according to his own will, he joined with Melkor. As one of the most powerful Maiar, Sauron was created by Ilúvatar before the Music of the Ainur.[1] At the beginning of Time, he was amongst the Ainur who entered into Eä.[2] Here he became one of the Maiar of Aulë, among whose people he was deemed mighty and surpassed only by the Smith himself,[2] and was known as Mairon.[3]

In the Second Age, under the guise of Annatar, he deceived the Elves of Eregion, who under his guidance had created the Rings of Power, whilst he secretly forged the One Ring in Mount Doom. Thus Sauron became "the Lord of the Rings". Failing to corrupt the Elves, he assaulted the Westlands, beginning a period called the Dark Years, the first time he became known as the Dark Lord. His influence corrupted the Númenóreans - leading to the destruction of Númenor - which led to Elendil founding the Realms in Exile of Arnor and Gondor. 

Mairon's virtue was his love for order, planning and coordination, disliking confusion and chaos. But his obsession with order gradually overshadowed his love for the other intelligent beings of Arda, who would benefit from his planning; it became the sole object of his will, the end in itself. He started admiring Melkor's power to realize his designs quickly and masterfully.

Sauron has commanded a great army of werewolves.

Sauron can turn into a werewolf

Sauron can turn into a vampire

"Sauron took on the form of a werewolf, the greatest the world had ever seen, and went towards the bridge. So great was the terror of his approach that even Huan momentarily recoiled. Sauron leaped to attack Lúthien, but she drew her magic veil over his eyes, afflicting him with fatigue and blindness. Then Huan sprang upon Sauron and there they fought. The force of Sauron's malice alone left Lúthien weak and nearly unconscious, and the fighting was brutal and prolonged; however, he could not subdue the hound of Valinor. He was trapped within Huan's jaws and could not break free, even when he took the form of a serpent and finally his own shape. Rather than leave his physical form, he yielded to Lúthien, giving her control of the isle in return for his release. He then took the form of a vampire and fled to Taur-nu-Fuin, filling the forest with horror.[10]"

After the War of Wrath, with the downfall of Morgoth and the destruction of Thangorodrim, Sauron adopted a fair form and repented his evil deeds in fear of the wrath of the Valar. Eönwë ordered Sauron to return to Valinor in order to receive the judgement of Manwë. Sauron was not willing to suffer such humiliation, and he instead fled and hid himself in Middle-earth.[5]

Although Sauron long knew that Men were easier to sway, he sought to bring the Elves into his service, as they were far more powerful.[5] After lying hidden and increasing his power in secret, in S.A. 1200 Sauron put on a fair visage, calling himself Annatar, the Lord of Gifts, an emissary from the Valar. He was never welcome in Lindon as Elrond and Gil-galad did not trust him and refused to treat with him, although they did not perceive who he truly was.[5] Elsewhere Annatar was gladly received, especially in Eregion, where only Galadriel distrusted him. The Noldorin smiths there learned much from him in art and magic, as their thirst for knowledge was great.[13][11] Under the tutelage of Annatar and the leadership of Celebrimbor, grandson of Fëanor, the Gwaith-i-Mírdain, became more skilled than anyone save Fëanor himself. 

Believing he would dominate all of Middle-earth, Sauron assumed many glorious titles: King of Kings,[18] King of Men,[17] Lord of the Earth,[5] and even Lord of the World.[18]

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Bucky Barnes

Marvel Universe:

** Wicked Games - Completed Series  

You need to give him up, but it’s just too good to stop.

** Some Tender, Love and Care - One Shot 

You’re having a bad day and Bucky will do everything he can to make you feel better.

Bail Me Out - One Shot 

You and Peter get into trouble in the middle of the night and there’s only one person in the world that can come to your rescue. 

Personal Protection Squad - One Shot

After you break free from a very controlling relationship, you return home to Avengers compound, you’re reunited with your friends and get your job back. But you still have to get your stuff back, Bucky, Sam and Steve are there to help but not in the most conventional of ways.

Fractures of the Heart - One Shot

Bucky deals with the aftermath of your breakup or rather he wallows in his own misery months after you're gone.

Forever yours, B x - One Shot

Sam throws the perfect birthday party, but someone is missing the celebration.

My entry for @sidepartskinnyjeans Birthday Party

** There’s Always One - One Shot

Every wedding has at least one couple who just can’t keep their hands to themselves at the part. Sam has a pool going to see which of his teammates fall into the trap and lots of bets are on you and Bucky, even though you hate one another.

With All My Love - One Shot

You come home to find your apartment completely trashed. Fearing the worst has happened you frantically search for Bucky only to find him in the middle of an episode.

Dancing With a Stranger (The adventure of Mr. Grumpy and Sunshine) - One Shot

You approach a handsome stranger in a bar and invite him with you for a night of fun, only catch is you won’t give him your name.

Thunderstorms and Rainbows - One Shot

Thunderstorms are one of the biggest battles that Bucky is facing whilst adjusting to normal life, this one he has deal with alone.

My entry for @ramp-it-up Dj’s Love you 3000 writing challenge

Mob AU:

Go On, Leave me Breathless -  On Going Series 

Bucky Barnes was Steve Rogers’ second in command and for the last three years he’d been presumed dead. When he’s discovered on a recon operation, there’s no other choice but to hide him, to escape the wrath of the Maggia’s former commissioner Alexander Pierce. Hidden in plain sight and under the protection of Tony Stark, Bucky is tasked to work alongside Y/n Stallworth. They might just be the key to purging the Maggia of all its bad seeds, old and new.

** Make Me Forget - One Shot 

Bucky’s had a rough couple of days and you have the perfect way to make him relax. 

** His Blood on your Face  - Drabble 

No one touches Bucky’s girl. 

** I Say No - One Shot

You’re forced to learn a valuable lesson to prove your love and take your rightful place by Bucky’s side.

** Graduation Night - One Shot

Moodboard

Getting engaged is supposed to be a happy affair and with Bucky’s family it is for the most part. But before you can truly celebrate, you have to make it through family game night.

** His Angel, His Sweetheart - One Shot

You and Steve break up after a nasty fight and you have the perfect idea to make him jealous.

** Pushing Your Luck - One Shot

Bucky and Steve use an unimportant meeting to tease you to the brink of desperation, when it becomes too much the meeting is ended and they use the time to ruin you.

Sugar Daddy AU: 

** Don’t You Want Me - One Shot

Bucky offers you a proposition you’d be crazy to turn down, even if he doesn’t like sharing you.

Demon AU:

** The Legend of the Winter Soldier - One Shot

Innocence is a virtue, but you’re tired of it. So you call on forbidden fruit to tempt you into damnation.

College AU:

Fuck up the Friendship - Complete Series

Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.

Steve Rogers

Marvel Universe:

** Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon

You and Steve spend the perfect day together.

** Maybe There’s More Than One

It’s not just Bucky that has fun at the wedding.

Mob AU:

** His Angel, His Sweetheart - One Shot

You and Steve break up after a nasty fight and you have the perfect idea to make him jealous.

** Pushing Your Luck - One Shot

Bucky and Steve use an unimportant meeting to tease you to the brink of desperation, when it becomes too much the meeting is ended and they use the time to ruin you.

Sugar Daddy AU:

** Don’t You Want Me - One Shot

Bucky offers you a proposition you’d be crazy to turn down, even if he doesn’t like sharing you.

College AU:

Fuck up the Friendship - Complete Series

Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.

Druig

** Life After Salem 

After a few centuries apart, Druig comes to your rescue. He takes you to his sanctuary, he saves you from death and the tension between you finally boils over.