#my two favorite blonde bitches in red trench coats

[peachy-posy]

Thank you to @jelly-doughnut-drabbles for the tag!! I had so much fun doing this <3333

Wendy Marvell—February Edward Elric—Aquarius

Vash the Stampede—ENFP Maki Zenin—5’7

@tigeraries & anyone who wants to do it!! <3

characters who have the same (...) as you

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☆ mbti ☆ height

Help all the characters who have the same mbti as me are insane

tagging: @jayteacups @princess-okkotsu @chaotic-on-main @chaotic-nick @darlingheichou @postwarlevi @humanitys-strongest-bamf

(you can just pick someone you recognize)

[marvelwifesupernaturalmistress]

So I just finished Good Omens recently and I have a couple things to say and my family and friends are so done with my rants about different movies and TV shows.

1: Holy shit that was a good show! I honestly didn't expect much from the show but holy shit it blew me away with how good it was. It was comedic and I found myself laughing so much and it was so beautifully written the characters are just top tier amazing and wow what I'd give to just continuously rewatch it as if it's my first time watching it.

2: I watched supernatural and I thought wow never gonna find another show like this. One that brings me joy and sadness then I found this fucking wonderful amazing show! AND it made me even more sad like what the fuck how do I keep coming across shows that cause me so much fucking pain. Also can we talk about the parallels between the two shows. Oh look two characters working together to stop the end of the world one a demon and one's an angel, counting Dean a demon solely for this post plus demon Dean did exist, both are oh so obviously in love with each other but neither will admit it, most of the angels are dicks and we all hate metatron, there's a demon named Crowley and many more. I mean look at the similarities between Dean and Crowley. Both are in love with their angel best friend, both are absolutely in love with their car, love classic rock, both are some sassy bitches, both don't want to show their emotions but are big softies, and are both the better looking person in the couple (in my opinion). Then look at the similarities between Aziraphale and Crowley. Both are angels in trench coats who are in love with their best friend, they are manipulated, complicated, traumatized, beautiful angels, both have trouble understanding (some) human expressions, and both struggle with their loyalty to heaven. Also, is it just me or does the first like 10 seconds of End Titles- the one that got left in the car from Good Omens kinda sound like it could be a beginning to a Supernatural opening credits or is it just me?

3: My God David Tennant is FINE like I've seen his face sometimes haven't really seen him in much and was like ok yeah he's attractive and moved on. But then I saw him in this and I'm like wow now I get what everyone's talking about. Like just ahhh this man is fucking attractive! I'm honestly ashamed of myself for taking so long to realize.

4: So TikTok in all its wonderfulness blessed/cursed me with a bunch of Good Omens content the day after I finished watching good Omens. Including a looooooooot of people cosplaying as Crowley. And may I just say the people who cosplay him are fine as fuck! I mean it's really hard to dress up as Crowley and not look attractive I mean Crowley is a style icon. But holy shit the people are so fucking good looking like I just can't. My sexuality does a nose dive off the empire state building when looking at them. I was talking to a friend about it and she said it's a case of wanting to be with them or be them and I disagree. I want to be with them all. Just holy shit you want to look good dress like Crowley you'll look fantastic.

5: The effect this show has had on my life is insane. I have been obsessed with listening to Queen since I finished the show. Which I'm not complaining about at all they were my favorite and still are my favorite band before I even watched the show. I have barely listened to something that wasn't Queen or songs from the show since I binge watched the show. I'm listening to another one bites the dust while typing this. Once again not complaining. Also, did anyone else want to dye their hair like Crowley's when they finished the show? Cause I do. I have been blonde my whole life and never wanted to change it and now I want it red. And I need to know if I'm alone in this or not to determine how alarmed I should be.

6: They had no right making the relationship of Crowley and Aziraphale they way they did. First they made them friends who obviously were in love with each other but hid it then they give us them acting basically as a married couple being so fucking adorable and me just wanting the type of love they have for them to give us that ending of season two! I'm not gonna lie if my dad wasn't up and calmed me down I either would've spontaneously combusted from my literally shaking anger or went on a spree. Not sure what type of spree but a spree of some kind.

7: How all of you wonderful people didn't riot or harm Neil Gaiman is beyond me. First when season 1 ended y'all had to wait 2 years to even get a green light that there was gonna be a season 2 and then another 2 for it to finally come out. And then for the season final of season 2 to happen where then you had to wait even longer for season 3 to be greenlight is just you all have a greater will power than me. I'm coming into this with two seasons and a third confirmed so a round of applause to y'all. And now I completely understand why I kept hearing people say they hated Neil Gaiman and stuff like that.

And finally on a somewhat unrelated note I'm planning to watch Doctor who since I'm about to finish another show where can I find it and what order do I watch it in? I've heard many different answers on the order.

Thanks everyone for coming to my rant y'all are wonderful and everyone have a wonderful day!<3

[strangestdiary]

swimming in sins | axel

Relationship: Axel/Reader w/ Platonic Oscar & Otto

Request:  Hi! Since you've done the fic about the boys got hurt. Can I ask for another Axel/reader fic where the reader accidentally got shot by her old enemies ( she is a former assassin but no one knows ) and came home soaked in blood. When the trio came back they freaked out, especially Axel b/c he thought it was his fault. A tiny little angst in the beginning and fluff later please 😊

Words: 2.8k (holy shit)

Warnings: Heavy description of killing/Violence (Like this is actually pretty dark I won’t lie), blood. weapons, swearing, a lot of angst, fluff at the end

A/N: I really loved writing this! This is one of the longest things I’ve written in a long ass time, so thank you so much for requesting this and getting my creative juices flowing. 

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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You should have seen this coming. Should have realized that even after retiring, your past would never stop following you. There was no way you could fully detach yourself from who you used to be, no way you could go back in time and just simply forget all of the trauma you had been subjected to. Your employers made sure of that. They put you on the most grueling missions, the torture and killing never fully numbing out which would make your boss push you even harder. You were left with permanent scars both inside and out, the ghosting pain coming back to haunt you even in your dreams. It was no easy job, that was the best way to put it, and it certainly wasn’t for the faint of heart. So you knew that your past would follow you forever mentally, it was the physical following that took your by surprise. You guess everyone had to beg for forgiveness at some point so here you were, paying the ultimate price for your sins. 

Pain rippled through your jaw as the man’s fist made contact with your reddening skin, you could already feel the growing bruises pulse underneath the surface with every shift of your head. Warm blood trickled from your right nostril, painting your lips crimson and leaving a copper taste on your tongue. 

Fingers grasped your aching jaw making you wince, he tilted your head upwards roughly and made you look at the slightly wrinkled picture yet again. It was a dated polaroid of a barista named Candy. She was kind and had a nice smile but the details of her personality didn’t matter when it came to your job. Not until now at least 

The man’s fingers tightened against your bruised flesh “She was just an innocent girl,” He ground out behind clenched teeth “and you fucking murdered her like she was nothing!” This time was a punch to the stomach which made you wheeze and sputter. You groaned quietly in pain as you tried to double over but couldn’t, the restraints around your wrist preventing you from slouching forward. 

“It was nothing personal, man.” You pant out, the blooding coating your lips soaking your tongue once again “This isn’t gonna bring her back though.” Nausea twisted at your stomach from his last blow. With your eyes staring down at his legs you tried to focus on your breathing and calm yourself down. 

He let out a dangerous growl and reached behind him, you could already guess where this was going. The outline of his shadow shifted and there was a beat of silence before you heard the signature click of a gun cocking. Slowly you lifted your head and looked past the barrel pointed at your head and to him, his cheeks were stained with tears. His anger merged with grief dangerously. You looked into his eyes and watched them pool with more tears and a snarl curled his lips. 

“I’ll make you suffer, you bitch.” He lowered to aim at your stomach and fired. The pain was searing and shot through your entire abdomen instantly, white hot fire ripping through your veins making you yell out in pain. “I guess that’s one thing I can thank you for… At least you made it quick!” He yelled out and shot you again this time in the shoulder tearing a wail from your throat. 

Tears were streaming down your blood stained cheeks from the pain, he gave you absolutely no time to recover from the fiery pain that consumed you. His fist came down against your cheek yet again,  black spots splotching your vision, you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself awake much longer. The pain rippled through you in pulsing waves, washing over you entirely until you were drowning in it. There was no escape from your past, wherever you went your sins would always follow. 

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There were muffled bangs coming from inside your home, the sound was unmistakable. Axel felt the anger rise inside his body, he threw open the car door not even bothering to look if his brothers were following behind. He should have suspected this, his job wasn’t exactly the safest, it left the people he cared about in danger whether or not they were involved. He should have considered your life would be on the line because of him. 

With all of his might he kicked the door open, the wood splintering around the handle and slamming violently into the wall surly leaving a dent. The living room was a wreck and it reeked of blood. That was the last straw that sent him into a blind rage, his eyes immediately locked onto his prey and he almost felt a growl crawl up his throat. 

The man’s eyes grew wide when he turned around, a gun clutched clumsily in his unskilled hand. He let out a startled gasp and looked between the three men that stared him down. Axel let his eyes drift over to the second figure in the room, slumped over in a chair from the dining room was you, fresh blood soaking your favorite shirt in multiple places. Your face was shadowed by a veil of hair, the sight of you like this was enough to make him see red. 

Axel looked back over at the man, he stamped over to him in three strides, the blonde’s hand came to clutch your captors throat in a bruising grip. His blunt nails dug into the man’s flesh and he stepped forward a few times and slammed the shorter man against the wall. The framed pictures hung up on the samee wall shake from the impact. 

The man pleaded pathetically but it didn’t faze Axel in the slightest, in fact it made him feel even stronger, the begging of a worthless bug that was scared to be crushed under his heel brought him to a sense of twisted pleasure. The man tried to claw at Axel’s gloved hands which only served to irritate the enraged blonde. He took a knife from his trench coat pocket and slid the sharp blade across the man’s paling cheek, blood bubbled to the surface mixing with the tears pouring from your attacker’s eyes. 

Axel wanted nothing more than to make the man suffer but he knew he had to get this over with, you needed him after all. “Filthy fucking scum.” Axel spat in his native tongue applying as much pressure as possible before he heard the satisfying crack of the man’s neck. The smaller man’s lifeless body crumpled to the floor and Axel finally turned back to where you had been tied up. 

During his vengeful kill his brothers were quick to untie you and gently lay you on the couch, Oscar cut open your shirt followed by a quiet apology to your unconscious form. They were already working the second bullet out by the time Axel was done. 

Axel couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt crash over him when looking down at you. This was all his fault, he had been so careless and dragged you into a life of danger without a second thought. He felt nauseous as his mind wandered to  what could have happened if they arrived just a few minutes too late. He sat down on the floor beside the couch next to Oscar, you were a sight for sore eyes to put it lightly. Your right eye was slightly swollen and badly bruised, your lip was busted in two different places. Your torso was littered with bruises that were already blooming to the surface, he felt disgusted with himself. 

A hand came down on his shoulder, he didn’t have to look up to know it was Otto attempting to comfort him wordlessly. But even then he felt nothing but wave after wave of guilt crash into him. 

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When you opened your eyes again you were staring up at the popcorn ceiling of your living room. The smell of blood was still lingering in the air making the room feel weighed down, it was an overwhelming thing you thought you would never have to feel again. Your body was throbbing all over, pain shooting through you with every breath. 

You felt his fingers lace with yours before you saw him, worry knitting Axel’s brows when you shifted your head against the pillow underneath you. Guilt tugged at your heart at his worried state, blood smearing his left cheek. Your thumb wiped at the trying to help rub it away but it was no use. His eyes pooled with all kinds of emotions; worry, happiness, fear, guilt. 

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered, making you freeze. What the hell was he sorry for?  “I should have suspected my work would come back on you.” 

You smiled at him softly, you guessed it made sense why he would blame himself. Sometimes you felt bad for never revealing your previous ‘life style’ especially since you knew he and his brothers wouldn’t judge. It had never come up though, you had taken your leave long before you even met the trio so you never thought it would be important to spring on him. Plus there was a lingering fear and insecurity. What if they did judge you? What if they did think differently of you afterwards? 

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about Axel.” You moved to sit up which he lightly fussed over but you brushed him off softly, you peered down at yourself to see you were wearing a different shirt. The remains of your other shirt crumbled on the foot of the couch. 

“Hey, so uh… I think it’s actually about time I talk to you guys about something.” The three brothers looked at you curiously and you felt your chest tighten, anxiety pooling around you. You knew that eventually the secret would spill but you never wanted it to be like this, not with a dead man rolled up in a spare bed sheet from your linen closet on your bloodstained carpet, not with the three of them staring at you with so much guilt in their eyes. But you guessed there was no time better than now to finally crack open your most heinous secret. 

“Otto there’s a large cardboard box hidden at the very back of my closet… it’s uh- it’s under some old running shoes. Mind getting it for me?” You couldn’t shake the shame that bit at your nerves, your past was never something you wanted to willingly confront again. After years of finally coming to terms with the things you did to survive, you tried so hard to suppress the monster that was buried so deeply inside of you, leaving your soul permanently stained. 

Otto returned with the box in question, it was decently sized and hidden inside were all the weapons you had used to kill off your ‘assignments’ as your boss would so fondly call them. Guns, knives, and even an assortment of brass knuckles that were kept in a decorative wooden box. But tucked away underneath all of the long since abandoned weapons were the files your employer would provide you with. Inside each of them contained information on each life you took, where to find them, their family information, and even how to kill them if the boss held a specific grudge against the victim. 

The tallest brother kneeled down next to the couch and sat the taunting box beside you. His eyes were soft yet confused which warmed you in the very slightest. You gave him a wary smile before turning yourself just a little, you took a deep breath and finally opened the box with shaky fingers. 

You cleared your throat and your gaze trailed up to Axel’s chest, not exactly able to meet his eyes just yet, “Can you slide the coffee table over here please?” He hesitated for a few seconds before prying his bright blues away from the box and doing as you asked. “Thank you.” The shame was probably noticeable in your tone. You shook it off and started taking out gun after gun, knife after knife before finally enough room was cleared and you were able to pull out the files of your fifty seven victims. They were organized by age, youngest to oldest. You combed through the thin manilla folders for Candy’s, your fingers felt like they could burn just by touching them after so long. 

You plucked it from the pile and opened it, the contents inside would certainly be unsightly for any average person who was not experienced in the field of killing. It contained pictures of before and after Candy was killed by your hands, a single bullet wound piercing her forehead with her hazel eyes still open and staring right at the camera. After you were able to tear your eyes away from the picture you picked up another. It was a picture of Candy standing beside the man who had attacked you, the man who was merely a chilling corpse on your floor at this point. 

“That,” you gestured to the wrapped body on your floor “was her boyfriend Roger Myer. They had been together for three and a half years and she was getting ready to celebrate her birthday the day I broke into her house and killed her.” You paused, sucking in a slow breath before continuing “She didn’t even have time to beg for her life before I put a bullet in her head.” You swallowed after bitterly reminiscing the quick kill. 

All three brothers stared at you in disbelief, never in their years of knowing you would they think you would be anything like them. They had believed you were just an innocent, only to now realize your soul was darkened just like theirs. 

“I uh… I’ve been out of the job for about six years now. When my boss finally died and the rest of his employees fled I was released from my contract and was able to leave all this behind me.” You almost rolled your eyes at how naive you were “Until this guy decided to do his little revenge quest.” You couldn’t exactly blame him for the anger though, anyone would want to do the same thing if the person they loved was murdered for close to no reason. 

“I understand if you guys don’t want anything to do with me anymore. I mean- ugh shit,” You let out a sudden sigh pinching the bridge of your nose, ignoring the pain that shot through your face, trying to find the right words “I know that you three would understand since you’re exactly what I was. But I shouldn’t have kept this from you and I understand if you need me to back off for a little while.” Your eyes stung and your throat tightened slightly before you spoke again “I was just so scared you would think differently of me if I told you about what I used to be.” 

You felt the couch dip beside you but you were too scared to look up from the dry blood caking your hands. A leather clad hand came to clutch your shaking fingers, the gesture was gentle and reassuring. The tears slowly trickled down your cheeks, marking a pathway for one after another to follow. Axel’s other hand came up to your chin to tilt your head up gently, his eyes were soft and caring. He understood your fear because he had once felt it too when he first whispered his deepest secret into the shadows of an early winter morning two years ago. He sympathized with you. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, älskling.” His voice washed over you, finally willing you to relax against his soft touches “We are the same.” Your breath hitched in your throat and you couldn’t help but look up at his brothers to gauge their reactions as well. 

Oscar had the simplest hints of a smirk on his lips which was far from unusual. He was holding one of your most prized guns making you give a watery chuckle. Of course he would be drawn to the weapons so carefully laid out side by side, you couldn’t say you were surprised. 

Beside him Otto had his hands tucked away in his pants pockets “You are our family, we hold no judgement when it comes to one’s past. It would be pretty hypocritical of us after all.” He grinned down at you. The room felt ten times lighter, it was no longer spinning with your anxieties taunting you. You looked back to Axel who’s expression was still soft yet neutral at the same time.

Sometimes the past had a way of catching up with you, your sins choking you until you could no longer breathe. There was no escaping what you had done but that didn’t mean you had to hide from it anymore, your secrets were out in the open now. Even though a part of you still shook in fear you couldn’t find it in yourself to care in that moment. You were finally allowing yourself to fully heal from the scars that were so deeply embedded inside your soul. It was even more reassuring to know you wouldn’t have to do it alone anymore. 

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Älskling: Darling