#phantom pistol au

[bobaboob]

kaeya wears peacock feathers in his hat. no one knows where he procures them from considering they live in idaho

[pt.3 of my vampire cowboy diluc au ft. kaeya]

[lucid-loves]

Taste Like Venom ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 1

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x assassin!reader (fem!reader, no use of y/n, callsign “Hex”)

Word Count: 3.4k

CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, enemies to friends to lovers trope, slow burn, plot, clear attraction and sexual tension, smut later on, reader POV and ghost POV, minors dni, Soap lives in this AU

Let me know if I missed any CWs.

Synopsis: After Makarov gets away again, Laswell decides to force a favor from you, the world’s greatest assassin and best-kept secret. You are now expected to help the 141 with taking down Makarov in addition to playing nice with them. It’s hard to play nice when you have always worked alone. It doesn’t help that one of the team members, Ghost, gets curious about you with each interaction. 

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10

You’ve always been a light sleeper, if you could even be called that. The truth was that you hardly slept at all. Bedtime was always more like cat-nap time. Light, soundless, ready to pounce at the sound of dust falling to the floor. That’s how you trained yourself and the habit stuck, even if you don’t take missions anymore. It was hard to deprogram a killing machine. 

The two years have been peaceful even if you were always on edge. Semi-retirement has been kind in only giving you the sounds of the forest trees in the wind, the gentle rush of the creek, birds singing every morning, and most importantly, no visitors. The world didn’t know that you existed and you preferred to keep it that way for as long as you could. While you did feel the phantom blood dripping down your hands every now and then to an unsettling reminiscent degree, you did like this little slice of heaven that was your off-grid cabin. It was a good place to be before you undoubtedly go to hell in the end.

You were in your bed when you heard the rustling of the forest floor just outside your window. Steps. But not the steps belonging to a fox or bear you have learned to recognize over time. These were the steps of a man. No, multiple men. The way the foot falls of a man walking is an undeniable melody you have heard thousands of times. In the dead of night, you bolted up out of bed and reached for your throwing knife and a pistol, always kept at your bedside. Like a thief in your own home, you silently followed the sounds outside along the walls until you reached the living room. They were going to come in through the front door. 

Under the cover of darkness, you readied your aim at the door. To your surprise, they were messing with the keypad that locked your house down, inputting codes with a subtle click and then beep of a correct code. No one should know the code except for two people. Laswell and yourself. 

As soon as the door revealed moonlight and a silhouette, you fired your gun. A warning shot. Grazing right past neck. The men stopped and immediately aimed their own rifles, but the one in front held his hand up in surrender. Following orders, the rifles were lowered. You were the first to speak, your voice dripping with venom. “State your purpose and maybe I won’t kill you all where you stand.”

A gentle yet deep Liverpudlian accent voiced back. “Easy now. We don’t mean harm. Laswell sent us here. Code Swan.”

“Song?” You replied, your muscles still tense, unwilling to lower your defenses until the full code was complete. It is what ensured both yours and Laswell’s safety.

“Black Death.” He replied back. You stayed in position for a few moments before finally sighing and lowering your weapon. You turned on a table lamp next to you to get a better look at the intruders. Four men stood in your doorway. One with a fishing hat, one with a mohawk, one with a baseball cap, and one with a skull mask. They were all tall, big with muscle, and seemingly not American from their patches. An interesting bunch to say the least. 

“Fucking Laswell.” You cursed Kate’s name. She should have contacted you about this. You were just about to paint the porch with her mens’ brains. You hated surprises. You often killed them before finding out the intentions. 

With a wave of your hand, you invited the men to come into your cabin. They cautiously came in, surveying the layout and now understanding what Kate meant when she said that you were “belligerent.”

You turned on the main lights and tried to get a fire going to relieve some of the autumn chill that had crept through the house. Their leader began to unload his things on the kitchen table, sighing from the weight relief. His men joined in, save for one. You could feel his eyes on you as you encouraged the fire. You didn’t even have to look back to know that he was watching your every move. 

“It’s rude to stare.” You warned curtly as you stood and turned. The man in the skull mask and balaclava didn’t avert his gaze.

His voice was rich and gruff like gaboon ebony. His Manchester accent came clear as day. “You’re half naked.”

He was referring to the large band shirt and boyshort panties that you were wearing. What did he expect from someone that thought that enemies were breaking in? You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I’m in my pajamas. Besides, a good soldier shouldn’t get distracted by any amount of nudity.”

His blue eyes narrowed at your dig. He was a good soldier. An excellent soldier actually. One of the best. But excellent, good, or bad, no one would be able to resist staring at your figure. The exposed thighs, the large neckline of the shirt hanging off your shoulder, various scars scattered across skin like an abstract painting. He’s never seen anyone like you before. 

Too bad you had a combative mouth. 

Before he could get a word in, you had walked off into the kitchen, not bothering to go get pants on. It was your home for fuck’s sake. Besides, there were more pressing matters than your clothes or lack thereof. 

You began to pull out all the food you had out of your fridge. Everything from deli meat to leftover lasagna was being laid out on the large quartz island. You weren’t going to heat anything up or make something new, but the laid out spread would be enough. You weren’t a completely heartless host. Just a bare minimum one.

Once the food was out for pickings, you headed back near the dining room, leaning against the doorframe. The boys had maps, blueprints, and laptops covering every surface of your table. Your beautiful, hand-made pine table. This was to be their new safehouse for now. Hopefully not for too long.

“Captain, it’s connecting now.” The one with the mohawk called out. The captain came right over to greet the screen.

“Laswell, can you hear us?”

“Loud and clear, John. Did everything go well?” Kate chipperly asked. You haven’t heard her voice in a long while. You almost forgot how nice her voice actually was.

“She nearly shot my fuckin’ neck off.” Mohawk-guy grumbled. 

Kate gave a light, short laugh. “Sounds like it went smoothly then. The best that it could be. She there?”

All four men looked up to you, expecting you to come over and face Laswell through the screen. However, you stayed where you were. Instead, you spoke loud enough for your friend to hear. “Kate Laswell.”

“Hex, I’m sorry that I couldn’t warn you about this beforehand. You know I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t an emergency situation.” She began to apologize and justify. It was always an apology followed by a justification. You wondered if she even ever means her apologies, but in the end, you never really cared enough. However, now it is different.

“I don’t exist, Kate. And now four new people know that I do. . .” You retorted back.

It was silent for a moment, the tension in the air thick. She was on the other side of the screen, but it felt like you were going to get into a physical fight with her anyways. “They’re trustworthy. I trust them with my life and the lives of millions upon millions. Just like I trust you. And as the only people that I trust, I need you to help them.”

“They have already taken over my home. What more do you want from me?” You clenched your jaw, trying to prepare yourself for an answer you probably wouldn’t like. Like hell were you going to play dorm mother to them and like hell you were going to just move out. The last thing you wanted was to take care of these men longer than necessary. This was already pushing that line for you.

“Athame.” She bluntly said. That was the worst answer she could have said. The confused looks the men gave each other made you grateful for a fleeting second. They didn’t understand your secret codes and languages. But they will soon.

Your jaw was clenched so hard that your teeth ached. You damn near cracked them. While your voice before was dripping with venom, it was now drowning in it. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Hex, I-”

You finally came over, nearly pushing the captain out of the way in your warpath. Through the screen, Kate could see how angry you were. Not just angry, furious. She steeled herself, ready for your onslaught of curses, stopping herself midway through her explanation. “I don’t do this shit, Kate! I work solo for a very particular fucking reason. And now you want me to work with four strange men?! Now you want me to play nice?! I’m not a fucking soldier that can just be ordered around!”

“I know! I know. . . But. . . we’re desperate. I’m desperate, Hex. Please, this is the last favor I will ever ask from you. This is an awful target we’re talking about. Someone that is better off in this world dead.”

“You mean Makarov, right? Why should I clean up your government’s fuck-up? Again, might I add.” You spat. You lived off the grid and weren’t a citizen of anywhere, but you still watched the news. You always knew what was going on in the world among other secrets. Makarov was a threat to the world, but as far as you were concerned, it wasn’t your problem. If anything, the government needed this lesson as a direct consequence of their negligence and incompetence. 

“Because Chalice.” She simply stated, knowing that her final word was a last ditch effort. Chalice was an agreement that you two had made long ago. It could only be used once in your lives, a truly desperate resort for help. If one of you uttered it, then the other would have no choice but to help, no matter the request. That was the law between your friendship, among other things. The other code words were favors, but this was the ultimate one. Life or death.

You considered punching the laptop in anger. Right at Kate’s face. You didn’t like her call for Athame or Chalice, but now you didn’t have a choice but to comply. It didn’t mean that you weren’t still furious though. “Fuck you, Kate.”

“Thank you, Hex.” She breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to tell you more about what she needed from you, but she knew that you had to cool off first otherwise you would burst into flames. That would've made things harder for all of you. So, she nodded as a signal for dismissal which you gladly took. You retreated to your room, locking the door shut and basking in the darkness. 

You could feel the blood boil within you. It burned your insides and choked you. Grabbing your pillow, you pressed it against your face and screamed out your frustration. When that didn’t help, you punched the exposed logs of your cabin wall until your knuckles were splintered and bleeding.

~

Ghost sat on the couch, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty. The rest of the meeting with Laswell was brief, wanting them to try to decompress for the next several hours. Sleep, eat, process. All in the comfort of an assassin’s home. 

Compared to your personality, the cabin was decorated warmly. Everything was cozy, earthy, and fresh. The fire crackled comfortably, the plush couch was broken in, and every wooden piece of furniture looked hand-made. Bookshelves were filled with classic books and another shelf collected various music records. The only thing that seemed out of place was the lack of real personal mementos. No pictures, no art, not even knick-knacks. The others didn’t seem to notice or care as they picked through the food left in the kitchen. But for Simon, it left him uneasy.

He recalled the briefing before they were sent to the middle of nowhere to you. Kate said that you were an old friend of hers from high school. You have been friends ever since, but you were different than most people. You were a deadly assassin unknown by the world. No records, no pictures, not even a birth certificate. You handled delicate problems with grace and grave justice. You always worked alone, you didn’t trust others, and you were deadly. Everything about you was a secret until Kate made the crucial choice to ask for your help. Hell, they didn’t even know your call sign until Kate said it over the video call. 

“You should eat, Lt. There’s a lot of options, but they’re dwindling fast.” Soap patted him on the shoulder, awakening him from deep thought. Ghost looked up at the sergeant, watching him stuff a sandwich into his mouth. It looked like all the deli meat from one packet was in between the bread. No lettuce or tomato. 

“In a bit. I’m gonna talk to Hex real quick and ask some questions.” He replied and got up from the couch. 

Soap swallowed nervously. “Kate said that she’s gonna need time to cool off. . .”

“Our new member is part of the team now. She’s gonna have to get used to us even if she wants time for herself.” He justified it with a shrug of his shoulders. Soap shook his head and walked back into the kitchen, knowing that what Simon was about to do was most likely going to be a bad idea.

Ghost walked down the hall, observing each door as he passed them. Most of them were slightly open revealing extra bedrooms, an office, and a bathroom. Only two of them remained closed, both locked with keypads. For a second, he wondered which bedroom was yours before he could hear the sound of light music behind one of them along with swearing. It made him wonder what was behind the other door that was locked down.

Deciding to let it go for now, he approached your door and knocked. “Hex, open up.”

He heard you let out a frustrated groan before the door opened up. It was only just enough to see you, the pure darkness behind you, and the blood dripping down your fists. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and quirked a brow that you couldn’t see behind the mask. It didn’t take a genius to realize what you had done. “Are you done throwing a temper tantrum?”

You scowled at him, a fire in your eyes that made Simon’s heart skip a beat which confused him. He wasn’t afraid of you, so why would his heart alter its beat for you?

“If I knew that you were just going to insult me, I would’ve shot you dead on my porch.” You bitterly snapped, moving to close the door in his face. However, Ghost stopped it from slamming and took your hand in his, observing the damage you’ve done to yourself.

Your breath caught in your throat. Electricity ran through you at his touch. When was the last time someone has touched you? You attempted to pull back, but his hand firmly gripped yours. “Hey! What the fuck? Let go of me!”

“Calm down and let me see. It hurts, doesn’t it? Stings?” 

You narrowed your eyes, but eventually nodded. It did sting and the dripping blood already stained your carpet. However, you could take care of it yourself. You didn’t need some man coming in to try to fix you. “I’ll be fine. I can tend to it myself.”

“First aid in the bathroom?” He asked, seeming to ignore your clear hint that you wanted to be alone. 

Understanding that he probably wouldn’t drop this until he saw gauze around your knuckles, you headed to the hall bathroom with a huff, opened up the cabinet, and took out the first aid kit. You then took a seat at the edge of the tub and began patching yourself up. Every now and then you looked up towards the doorway, making sure that the skull man was watching you take care of yourself. Without his help. Without anyone’s help.

Finally, your hands were wrapped and the bleeding had stopped. You held up your hands towards him. “Happy now? Will you leave me alone now?”

“Hex.” Ghost simply said as a warning. God, you were infuriating. An attitude problem was something he would normally be able to snuff out immediately. He did it all the time when training new soldiers. Not you though. New soldiers were like little candles, easily blown out of their fire with just a breath. You? You were like a raging forest fire. One that clearly had its own traumas over years of service that the world may never know. 

You didn’t like how he studied you. How his eyes trained on you were a mix between hatred, curiosity, and something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. A magnetic pull that begged for you to look at him too. You also didn’t like how he was trying to treat you like one of his rookie soldiers. The only thing you wanted to do to make it all stop was to push him away. “Don’t talk to me like some new recruit straight out of school. I’ve already earned my place in the world with the amount of scars I have. So, don’t treat me like I’m under you. I won’t even let your captain talk to me like that.”

After putting the first aid back where it belonged, you attempted to leave the bathroom and retreat back to your bedroom. Yet, Ghost wasn’t giving up just yet. His hold body blocked the bathroom exit. He was tall, strong, and sturdy. It wasn’t hard for him to completely fill up the space. However, that didn’t intimidate you. You got up close, and looked straight into those icy blues. Even with the black warpaint, you could tell that his lashes were meant to be blonde. Some of the paint had flecked off revealing some true color. You wondered what the rest of his face looked like for a second. Just a second.

You stood your ground, engaging in a heated staring contest. It was like lightning crackling between the two of you. After a while though, Simon finally gave in and held his hand up like a handshake. “Lieutenant. They call me Ghost.” 

Hesitantly, you took his hand and firmly shook it, refusing to back down from a battle of wills. “Hex. That’s all you will know me by.”

Suddenly, he pulled you in closer, your chest almost touching his. On instinct, you pulled a knife from the waistband of your underwear. It was the one you took with you earlier for the showdown at the door. You held it to his neck, blade dipping in until you could feel the push back of skin. Ghost didn’t flinch or jump back at your defense. Instead, he whispered into your ear that he wanted to get close to in the first place. “As hard as you may try to fight it, you’re going to know me. And I’m going to know you.”

You bit back the shiver that went down your spine from the whisper, aching to slice his throat in retaliation. Chalice had you pinned, though. You had to avoid killing the people you are going to be working with at the very least. 

Ghost slowly backed up and headed back towards the kitchen for some food, leaving you to process what just happened. You silently walked back to your room without looking back at him, ears turning red and heart racing unnaturally. You didn’t want to give him any satisfaction by giving him any more attention. However, Simon was already somewhat satisfied. 

Yet, there was a part of him that wanted more.

Soap was eating a piece of lasagna when he walked in. Gaz and Price were quietly conversing at the other end of the island. It took a lot of food to fill up men like them. It wouldn’t take long for them to eat you out of your house and home unfortunately. 

“So, how did it go?” Soap nosely inquired. As Simon surveyed the food before picking out a tupperware full of stew, he shrugged casually.

“She almost sliced my head off.”

Soap suppressed a chuckle and did his best impersonation of Laswell. “Sounds like it went smoothly then.”

[distracteddream]

Okay, since it’s International Talk like a Pirate Day, I’m sharing the first bit of my Lokius pirate AU here. I meant for this to be a quick thing to write, but then Plot happened. Anyways, enjoy this teaser!

I Won’t Lead and You Won’t Follow

The sound of Mobius’ boot heels echoed as he carefully trod down the steps to the dungeon. The captain of the Timely Ventures Associates’ flagship hated coming down to the fort’s lower levels. It was permanently damp and what windows there were in the stone walls were too small for fresh air or more than a sliver of daylight. As a consequence, smoke from the necessary torches hung heavy in the air, choking what light they provided for those who had reason to make the trek to where the prisoners were held.

He wouldn’t have come down to the dungeon without good reason and unfortunately, the captain had an excellent reason on that day.

Mobius stopped in front of one of the cells, the only one currently occupied. The torchlight barely penetrated into the darkness beyond the bars, but a shift of heavy chains told him the captive knew he was there.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Mobius asked conversationally. “When Casey told me to come down here and see what we caught, I never imagined it would be you.” Mobius crossed his arms, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light within the cell. He could barely make out the faint outline of the prisoner against the wall, the length of chain he could see lax. Slowly, the shape of the man within became visible, separating from the deeper darkness around it.

Even without the foreknowledge, Mobius would have known him anywhere. The captain had spent years chasing the pirate who most people considered no more than a ghost. He was a mere spectre who came and went with the tides, never leaving any tangible signs he existed when the winds changed. Mobius knew he was real though. He’d come close enough to almost touch the pirate a few times and every time, he’d slipped through Mobius’ fingers like the phantom the rumors claimed he was. It was maddening and Mobius was rational enough to realize capturing the pirate was verging on an obsession.

Which was probably what had really led him to the dungeons that day.

A low chuckle came from the back of the cell. “Just what I needed to make things worse. Come to pour salt on my wounds, Mobius?”

The captain would like to have said that the voice emanating from the shadows didn’t pour through him like warm honey. He’d heard it in so many ways over the years of their chase: conversationally when their captive was trying to talk his way out of trouble, yelling obscenities at Mobius and the crew of his ship, the Resolute, across the waves, whispering lowly in alleys of schemes and mischief. Once, he’d heard Loki singing in a tavern, an old song of home in an even older language. Mobius enjoyed that voice, even when it was damning him to hell, but he’d never tell anyone that. Not even the preacher who occasionally endeavored to save Mobius’ soul.

“No. Not this time.” Mobius grabbed a stool the guard had left outside the cell and sat. For as long as they’d been doing this dance, Mobius had never approached the pirate without a weapon in his hand. This time, he kept his sword in its scabbard and his pistol holstered. Perhaps if he didn’t start on a defensive footing, the prisoner would be more amenable to listening to what Mobius had to say. “I’ve come to talk.”

The chains within rattled, the captive evidently taking his time to respond. Mobius didn’t mind. He could wait the prisoner out if need be. It wasn’t as though he didn’t have experience in waiting for the pirate after all.

“And just what would you have to talk to me about?”

The prisoner’s suspicion was justified. They did have him restrained after all. And they both knew Mobius wasn’t the one who typically conducted interrogations, if one was deigned to be granted. Those accused of piracy were rarely given the chance to explain themselves. A quick trial, one the accused didn’t actually need to be present for, and a short drop - that was often the best someone in his captive’s position could expect.

Mobius had a better offer. He hoped so at least. He simply had to entice the pirate to accept it.

“Where’s the treasure, Loki?” the captain asked.

The chain clattered on the stone, two long legs materializing from the inky dark to cross casually at the ankles. It couldn’t have been comfortable, the iron shackles above his feet knocking together, but Mobius was relieved the guards had at least left Loki’s boots on. The voice issuing from the dark this time was mocking. Mobius had heard that before, too.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you get too much sun today?”

Mobius sighed and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “C’mon. The TVA just wants its property back.”

Metal on metal clanked noisily as Loki moved. Mobius realized he didn’t ask Casey if Loki had the four- or the five-point restraints on. That hidden part of Mobius, the one that would have admitted how much he enjoyed hearing Loki’s voice or just how well he knew the shape of Loki, hoped it was four. Mobius hated the idea of cold rusted iron around Loki’s throat.

“To do what with it, hm?” Loki asked.

Mobius knew, as with any pirate, Loki and his crew considered anything that could be taken, anything that they stole, to be theirs forever more. They would never willingly give back any property, regardless of who it had belonged to. Loki, however, always seemed to have a singular focus with his targets. Since trying to bring the pirate to justice, Mobius had studied each reported encounter with Loki. Aside from a few low-stakes plunders when he was younger, Loki only attacked Timely Ventures Association ships. He only stole Timely Ventures Association cargo. Mobius had wondered why but had never been in a position to ask TVA’s owner. At the end of it, Mobius’ duty didn’t require him to know why.

“It doesn’t matter what they do with it as long as my crew and I get paid when we’re due,” Mobius told him.

Loki laughed incredulously. “Right then. As long as you get yours and damn the rest of us. Do you know why the TVA needs all that silver? Do you know what the people you work for actually do out there in the real world, Mobius? Damn the rest of us, hm? Damn you! I’ve seen it! I’ve seen what happens when people like that get into power. I’ve seen how they destroy places and people and say it’s a better way of life and all they leave is despair and carnage behind.”

Mobius shook his head. This ranting was something Mobius had heard before, namely from any of Loki’s crew they’d managed to take alive over the years. They would repeat Loki’s ravings as gospel and no amount of discussion with them would change their minds - not even as they confidently strode to their deaths. Mobius himself had never witnessed any proof of Loki’s claims and frankly, he didn’t receive enough pay to contradict the TVA line either.

He did, however, get paid enough to know certain things about his prisoner.

“That’s enough of your lies, Captain Laufeyson.” Mobius sat up on the stool, affecting an unbothered air for the broadside he was about to fire. “Or should I call you Captain Odinson? Which is it?”

The chains clanged as Loki attempted to launch himself at the cell’s bars, coming to an abrupt stop when he ran out of length. The torches’ fire paled to the fury blazing in Loki’s eyes. “You shut your mouth,” the pirate snapped though it came out strangled from the iron collar digging into his throat.

Mobius didn’t flinch. He’d faced Loki’s anger before; he had the scars to prove it. Loki was one of the more dangerous pirates Mobius had dealt with because he was unpredictable, but he didn’t scare Mobius. Because Mobius had always survived his battles with Loki. Not all of his colleagues had been so lucky. That was another piece in Loki’s puzzle Mobius would have liked to have.

Perhaps now he could finally get it.

He waited until Loki seemed to calm, metal sliding against stone as Loki settled down on the floor nearer to the meager torchlight. The chains shifted, Loki having to lift both hands to rub at where the iron had pressed into his throat. If Mobius didn’t think Loki would gut anyone who came close, he might have told the guards to take the collar off. Mobius wasn’t so altruistic as to risk sacrificing people to Loki’s whims. He hated that they used that collar at all and wanted it gone. And to do so, Mobius would just have to hope Loki would hear him out.

“You’re not in a position to make demands here,” Mobius said in a gentle tone. “And lucky for you, I’m in the mood to bargain.”

The flames of the torches danced over the planes of Loki’s face as he rolled his head back and the sigh Loki gave him sounded like it had centuries of weariness behind it. “I have nothing you want.”

“You have knowledge.” Loki scoffed but Mobius was undeterred. He didn’t come to the dungeons to give up on this idea. “If you don’t have the treasure, then help me find who does. I know you can.”

“Your faith in me may be misplaced.”

It wasn’t an immediate no. Mobius waited. If there was one thing a sailor knew, it was patience.

Loki pursed his lips, eyes cutting to Mobius. “And what do I get in return?”

Mobius spread his hands out. “Your freedom.”

“I have that already.”

“Had,” Mobius pointed out.

“Ha!” Loki spat out a mocking laugh. Mobius tamped down on the shiver Loki’s sharp grin sent down his spine. Loki held up his hands, the chain between them tugging on the chain connected to the collar around his throat. “You think your chains will hold me much longer? I’ve escaped better places. I’ll be gone in the morning.”

Mobius didn’t doubt him. It’s why he’d come as soon as he’d put to port and heard Loki was in the dungeon. Loki and prisons were a relationship that never lasted. If Mobius had any chance of success, he’d known he didn’t have much time.

“If you say so.” Mobius shrugged and pushed himself to his feet. Loki watched each movement from his spot on the floor. Mobius stepped closer to the cell door, well within striking distance if Loki had had just a few more inches of chain. “I hear the rats get rather bold at night. Might want to tuck your feet in tight if you’re still here.”

Mobius tapped the bars and turned. He got as far as the first step before he heard the chains behind him.

“Wait,” the pirate called and Mobius paused. “Wait, wait, wait. Fine.” Mobius pivoted to face Loki, and suddenly found himself trying not to lose focus at the sight of Loki kneeling in his restraints. “Fine. I’ll help you. It won’t do any good but I’ll do what I can.”

Mobius didn’t move, waiting for the trick. “And you’re not going to attack me the minute I turn you loose?”

It should have been impossible for Loki to look offended in that position and yet it seemed Loki still had some surprises up his sleeves for Mobius to discover.

“That’s not my style.”

“That is exactly your style.” Mobius withdrew his foot from the lowest step and crossed back to Loki’s cell. “Swear to me you won’t betray me the first chance you get.”

Loki shook his head. “You want me to swear? Are you in such dire straits that you’d take my word as bond?”

“Your word is all you have right now, Loki.” Loki’s eyes narrowed on him but Mobius wouldn’t back down. “So will you help me?”

He wasn’t sure what thoughts went through Loki’s head. How quickly he could free himself without Mobius letting him go? How he would betray Mobius in the end? How Mobius was an idiot for trusting him? Maybe all that and more.

Loki tossed his head back, a hard look in his eyes as he proudly lifted his chin. “Aye. I’ll help you find your treasure. Without the betrayal.”

Mobius grinned slowly, grabbing the cell’s keys from the wall. “See? I knew you weren’t all bad.”

[kingofangst]

Phantom Echo: Call of Duty Black Ops Cold War AU

Info: So I have recently gotten into the COD fandom for various reasons, especially with the characters that are fleshed out with the storyline and different details with tangents here and there. So I am creating a COD BO Cold War AU fic, where Bell survived her betrayal by Russell Adler, under a new name.

"It was never personal."

The words were firm yet neutral, spoken by Russell Adler, the man known as "America's Monster" and Bell's handler. She had suspected something was wrong the moment Adler pulled her away from Mason, Woods, and Park—away from the rest of the Special Forces division—to the desolate edge of the Arctic Ocean near Solovetsky.

Since discovering her own brainwashing—and Perseus’s betrayal—Bell had struggled to trust Adler. His stiff posture, the guarded glint in his eyes, and his earlier remark about "making one more sacrifice" should have been red flags. As a former KGB operative, she should have seen it coming. Perhaps she should have lied. Led them to Duga, where her Soviet comrades were waiting to spring the trap and eliminate them all. But Arash’s betrayal had thrown her off. She still clung to the belief that he acted out of ambition, not Perseus’s orders.

Now, in the frozen stillness, her suspicions solidified. The wind had stopped, the silence oppressive. The moment Adler’s sidearm cocked, she knew—he meant to kill her. Her pulse quickened, breath catching as she drew her own pistol. Sweat trickled down her temple, her lungs burning with the icy air. Her finger hovered on the trigger, her aim steady on Adler’s head. The cold barrel in her hands grounded her, but the storm inside her chest threatened to break loose.

A shot rang out, the sharp crack slicing through the frigid air and stealing her breath. A bullet tore into her chest—Adler had fired first, faster than she could react. The impact was devastating, a searing pain no different from when Arash had shot her in Turkey.

Pain exploded across her chest, radiating like fire. Her knees buckled, slamming into the cold, unforgiving dirt as her vision blurred. She struggled to breathe, each inhale shallow and wet. Warm blood seeped through her fingers as she clutched the wound, spilling over onto the frozen earth. Her chest heaved, a cough racking her body as blood dribbled from her lips. She knew. The shot had been precise, deliberate—aimed at a vital point. Darkness began to creep at the edges of her vision, but the betrayal cut deeper than the bullet ever could.

At least the polar vortex air was starting to numb the pain. She could at least be free from this wicked world full of wars, deceit, manipulation, and malice. Her vision went black, the pain fading away as her breath and Adler's footsteps got quieter and lower.

To Bell, she sees these moment as a sign of hurt yet freedom. The ability to now no longer be bound by coercion or choices that blurred the lines of good and evil. To Adler...it was the logical choice to eliminate any loose end that could jeopardize the national security of the United States and any vulnerabilities against him...and possibly, to end Bell's misery and already traumatized psyche.

On March 15th 1981, Bell a.k.a Alexandria Ismanov, the brainwashed CIA agent and ex-KGB operative, and the former right-hand man of Perseus died without a trace. Her death was a heroic sacrifice to Adler's personal note and a liability that had to be eliminated.

On September 15th 1981, 6 months after the events of Solovetsky, agents of French Intelligence - Emma Argent and Zola Durand of the SDECE (Service de Documentation Extérieure et de Contre-Espionnage) embark on their first mission to Vorkuta.

(Or, a Black Ops Cold War au where Bell didn't die and survived, was recovered and reborn as Emma Argent, French Intelligence agent and turns the tides of the black ops timeline. 👀👀)

Anyways, tell me what you guys think and I may consider making this a multi-chapter story between the BO Cold War, BO2 timeline of the 1980s, and the BO6 timeline.

Sayonara. Au Revoir. Bye

[fdelopera]

Welcome to the 49th installment of 15 Weeks of Phantom, where I post all 68 sections of Le Fantôme de l’Opéra, as they were first printed in Le Gaulois newspaper 115 yeas ago.

In today’s installment, we have Part II of Chapter 21, “Le Vicomte et le Persan” (The Vicomte and the Persian), and Part I of Chapter 22, “Dans les dessous de l’Opéra” (In the Underside of the Opera).

This section was first printed on Friday, 10 December, 1909.

For anyone following along in David Coward's translation of the First Edition of Phantom of the Opera (either in paperback, or Kindle, or from another vendor -- the ISBN-13 is: 978-0199694570), the text starts in Chapter 20, "'No, Viscount,' the Persian said sadly, 'I don’t hate him. If I did he would have stopped being able to hurt people a long time ago'," and goes to Chapter 21, "He saw the Persian get down on his knees again and then, lowering himself into the hole, hung by his arms from the edge of the aperture and then, with his pistol between his teeth, he let himself fall."

There are some differences between the Gaulois text and the First Edition. In this section, these include (highlighted in red above):

1) Chapter XXII was misprinted as Chapter XXIV. This is an additional numbering error to the error made in Chapter VII, and makes this chapter two numbers in advance of where it actually is.

2) Chapter 21 in the Gaulois text is Chapter 20 in the First Edition, etc.

3) Compare the Gaulois text:

plût au ciel que nous ayons affaire à un fantôme ! 

Translation:

please be to Heaven that we are dealing with a phantom!

To the First Edition:

plût au ciel que nous eussions affaire à un fantôme ! 

Translation:

please be to Heaven that we were dealing with a phantom!

4) Compare the Gaulois text:

Elle sera alors sur son pivot 

Translation:

It will then be on its pivot

To the First Edition:

Elle sera alors sur un pivot 

Translation:

It will then be on a pivot

5) Compare the Gaulois text:

comme la salle du trépied à Delphes… comme… 

Translation:

like the room of the Oracle’s tripod at Delphi… like…

To the First Edition:

comme la salle du trépied à Delphes. 

Translation:

like the room of the Oracle’s tripod at Delphi.

6) Compare the Gaulois text:

Le Persan se décida à faire un mouvement 

Translation:

The Persian decided to make a move

To the First Edition:

Enfin, le Persan se décida à faire un mouvement 

Translation:

Finally, the Persian decided to make a move

7) Minor differences in punctuation, italicization, and capitalization.

Click here to see the entire edition of Le Gaulois from 10 December, 1909. This link brings you to page 4 of the newspaper — Le Fantôme is at the bottom of the page in the feuilleton section. Click on the arrow buttons at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages of the newspaper, and click on the Zoom button at the bottom left to magnify the text.

[cccc-aus]

The CCCC Persona 5 AU

Who said I couldn’t use this blog for my own AUs? So, Persona 5 is cool. Very cool. And so is CCCC. The result is this AU. There’s not much to say about this. Enjoy!

The Basics

In this universe, HMS have all become regular people after some weird incident, with no memory of the Headspace- or, within the context of the AU, Soul’s Palace

Then once the whole “edge of calamity, blah blah blah” thing starts to go down, a new Trickster is chosen in the form of Soul

Here’s an interesting fact, though: in this universe, regular people can’t be pulled into the Metaverse. They have to have some kind of connection to it first, wether they’re aware of that connection or not.

Other than that, the Metaverse remains mostly the same.

And, so begins the story of the Phantom Thieves of Desires (not hearts because that would get confusing quickly).

Soul

The founder of the Phantom Thieves of Desires, who’d been working solo for a few months

First awakened his Persona in his own Palace, as a matter of fact, which took the form of a mental asylum: the Shadows as staff, and his own Shadow as the head “doctor” (as well as, had he entered a few months earlier, two particularly aggressive Cognitions as patients)

He awakened after joining the dots that, yes, this place is a manifestation of his mind, and that’s fucked up, and he needs to find out why the fuck his brain’s like this

His Phantom Thief attire is mainly black, white and grey, looking like a ripped straightjacket, and his mask is half black and half white, with three red lines: two down each of his eyes, and one separating the two halves

His Persona, Atlas, takes the form of a large clay golem with six arms: two holding Earth behind his back, the remaining four holding smaller planets, and the Sun and Moon circling his head like a halo

His main damage type is Nuclear, and his weakness is Psychokinesis

Even though he doesn’t need to use Atlas- since, as a Trickster, he can wield multiple Personas- he’s strong enough that he still keeps him with him at all times

His weapon is a trident, and his gun is a pistol

And finally, his Phantom Thief codename being Soul is meant to be a nod to the whole cognitive world thing, as well as a way of saying “This is who I am, and nobody is going to control me”, y’know?

Anyways, since Awakening, he basically just used the Meta Nav to see if anyone he disliked had a Palace so he could screw them over

He basically just… used the role solely to benefit himself until the others joined.

OH and he’s also the one that writes all the Calling Cards, even after the others join!

Heart

The second member of the Phantom Thieves, who joined a few months after the initial founding

Since he’s blind, it took him until after he awakened his Persona to realise he was in another world (Soul basically just accidentally dragged him in and was like “uh. uhhh no need to worry just stay here and let me do this thing real quick okay????”)

His Phantom Thief attire is similar to Joker’s: black coat with kinda tuxedo-y looks, and a purple galaxy print on the little tails, and his mask is actually just his blindfold except purple with golden seams

You’d think he’d make a really bad Phantom Thief, but no: he can actually see perfectly fine in his Phantom Thief attire, for reasons I’ll explain in a bit

His Persona, Artemis, looks basically the same as she did in P2 at first glance: but with six wings, dual crossbows, and a crescent moon for a head, surrounded by multiple eyes

Her damage type is Curse (with a fair bit of Healing skills), and her weakness is Bless

His weapon is a sword, and his gun is a TOMMY GUN

Anyways, the reason why he can see in his Phantom Thief attire is because Artemis is his new eyes. When she’s summoned, his field of view changes to hers like third-person, which gets confusing really quick: so he tries to avoid summoning her for any longer than necessary

Aside from the general euphoria of being able to see again for the first time in like, years, when he was told his new friend is actually the Phantom Thief of Desires that’s been all over the news, he was like “YES. YEAH. I DIG THIS. LET ME HELP YOU. I WANT TO DO THIS TOO.”

As you can kinda tell, he’s basically like the Ryuji of the group: really bad at hiding that he’s a Thief. As well as in general the kinda similar vibe they give me.

He chose the name Heart mainly to fit with Soul, but as time passed it became more and more evident that he is, in a sense, the beating heart of the team

He was the one to encourage Soul to start going for bigger targets that are legitimately making people’s lives terrible, not just… random shmucks that he has a pointless grudge against

Mind

The third and final member of the Phantom Thieves of Desires, who joined a few weeks after Heart

Was one of the first people to start to catch onto the fact that that these two random people (who look suspiciously similar to him) might actually be the Phantom Thieves

When confronted about this, his suspects panicked, activated the Meta Nav trying to see if he has a Palace, and actually ended up pulling him in with them accidentally

He awakened his Persona after seeing the true nature of the kind of people they target, and realising “hey, maybe these guys have a point”.

His Phantom Thief Attire takes the form of some badass armour, complete with a blue cape with yellow highlights, and his mask is a metallic skull with five blue points like a crown: basically a more sci-fi version of Ryuji’s

His Persona, Apollo, kinda looks the same to how he did in P2, but with a more yellow-y and blue colour scheme, and six eyes

His damage type is Bless (with a fair bit of Support skills), and his weakness is Curse

His weapon is an axe, and his gun is a rifle

He also takes the role of the Navigator in the group, whereas beforehand the role was kinda haphazardly shared between Soul and Heart

And speaking of which: he decided on the codename Mind after realising how badly these idiots needed someone who has their shit together

After Awakening, he was just kinda like “FUCK. I guess I’m a Phantom Thief now.” and kinda brooded for a while before just deciding to deal with all the risks

It was never a question to him wether he was going to join after Awakening: the thought of just doing his own thing with his new power never occurred to him, actually

He and Heart kinda bicker a lot, but it’s never actually violent bickering like in canon. Just, like, little petty sibling arguments.

He was also the first one to notice how they all look near-identical. Well, of course they noticed it before, but never really stopped to think about how weird it was.

oh yeah and Darrel is the Morgana stand-in

[lady-wallace]

Phantom Traveler (JJBA-Vampire Hunter AU)

We are now at the Notorious B.I.G arc in this AU! I had quite a good time coming up with ideas for this one. Hope you all enjoy!

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(Vampire Hunter AU) On the run from the Boss, Bucciarati and his team leave Venice and travel by sea toward a safehouse. However, a mysterious stowaway might spell doom for the voyage when the team of Hunters mysteriously start to turn against each other.

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Read on Ao3

Read on FF.net

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"Weird, isn't it?" Abbacchio muttered. "Sending one seemingly untrained man after a bunch of Hunters?"

Bruno nodded, having thought the same thing. Perhaps that was why he had a very strange foreboding.

"Well, that's that," Mista commented, taking his cap off and rubbing the back of his head. "Any other stowaways, Giorno?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Giorno said, but frowned. "Still, there is something. Is it just me, or does anyone else think that was too easy?"

"We're all thinking it," Bruno told him quietly.

Mista took out his pistol again and started to reload it with silver bullets. "You're right, something does feel a little fishy," he said, then, "Actually surprised you haven't figured it out yet."

He suddenly grinned and brought the gun up, pointing it directly at Giorno.

"Mista, what—" Giorno demanded, eyes wide, before the gunman suddenly opened fire and sent Giorno reeling back with a spray of blood.

[ssolessurvivor]

“It’s okay. You can rest.” For the new au

memes - always accepting! - @goldenboybarracuda

"Believe it or not, I can't."

This is so far removed from active combat, Logan almost can't even begin to think of adjusting. A little radio in his ear, the wire snaking down the back of his neck, a suit instead of a thirty pound pack to lug around for miles. A pistol in a holster, hidden under his blazer instead of in easy reach slung over his chest.

But it's all he's worth: to protect others.

Perhaps serving the White House, being the personal Secret Service Agent for the First Son will be enough penance for his failures in deep space. He rolls his shoulders for a moment, a mild phantom pain slithering up the scars, the collar of his button down rubbing on them persistently. Hopefully it won't prove a problem.

"If I'm worth my salt, I can't rest." He doesn't say it in any mean way, far from it. If his body can't find a moment of relaxation until he goes to bed each night, then his voice can find a less rigid form to take when somewhat alone with his charge.

[happy-tori-friends]

Transformed States

2. Everything Else

First of all, surprised you can do multiple read mores in one post.

Second of all, now that we have some design basics down, let's get into the rest of it.

NAMES

Secret identities are a must. When you're fighting the... uh... (think of a PreCure season) Yaraneeda, you're not Natsuumi Manatsu, you're Cure Summer. I want cool names though.

Shifty's will be Phantasm - Close to, but not quite, phantom because they're phantom thieves.

Lifty's will be Eidolon - Similar meaning to phantom, for the same reason as Shifty.

Splendid's will be Rime. Spoiler alert: ice powers. Kind of plays off of Shiver. (I also. just like the word. Same goes for the twins' names. This is a theme: I like a thing. I use it.)

Splendont's will be Inferno. Spoiler alert: fire powers (wow). I mentioned Spice being chosen to be 'hot' as opposed to Shiver being 'cold'. ...There are a lot less words meaning fire than I remember.

Flippy and Fliqpy will have different names, despite their shared appearance. Flippy's will be Haven, considering he tries to play a support role more often than not and is doing is to save people. Fliqpy's will be Calamity, considering he focuses more on destruction and raw power.

ABILITIES

Every magical warrior will be able to fly and have any injuries sustained fighting be healed, no matter how lethal (that has something to do with a future part of the planning though...), as well as summoning a personalized weapon (more on that soon) but they'll all have some abilities unique to them. They all start off with one affinity for an elemental manipulation (not just earth, fire, water, and air... more than that) and they'll unlock morr abilities as they grow more powerful. We'll just give them thise elemental affinities for now. ...No, this isn't an excuse to be lazy and I do definitely have ideas for abilities they gain in the future, I swear!

Shifty gets metal manipulation.

Lifty gets electricity manipulation.

Splendid gets ice manipulation.

Splendont gets fire manipulation.

Flippy/Fliqpy gets wind manipulation.

Why those? Uh. I wanted one of the twins to have metal manipulation, and electricity makes me think of engineering. Ice and fire refer to the vague hot/cold theme with Shiver and Spice, and wind = fast and I associate wind with wings and Flip's weapons kind of appear like wings in a way.

WEAPONS

While PreCure weapons are often... for merchandising (I recall in HUGtto, an actual sword turned into the toys and the reviewer I watch sometimes laughed at it), we're going to be using cool fantasy weapons. If you wanna see Fliqpy waving around this thing though, you're more than welcome to write or draw that yourself.

Shifty's will use twin daggers.

Lifty will use twin pistols. Double the guns he has in FFXIV AU as a machinist

Splendid will use a sword and shield. Since he's not going to be in the FFXIV AU, he can be a paladin in spirit here.

Splendont will use an war axe. They're all sorta based on the classes they have in FFXIV AU, except Flippy, but it's also based on am FFXIV weapon... Technically Shifty's isn't the class he ends up as, but I think the daggers suit him a bit better.

Flippy and Fliqpy's weapon is unique, amd based on the sage's nouliths from FFXIV. They take the form of four lasers that can transform into knives. In both forms, they can be controlled mentally, and usually rest in laser form on his back, giving the slight appearance of wings. The lasers can shoot healing or damaging beams.

No real designs for them right now because I'm lazy. Sorry.

Next will be transformation trinkets, because I have a few ideas for it...

Tori's Amazing Awesome Totally Cool Magical Warrior AU Concepting Post

AKA The post I will reblog and add to with Magical Warrior AU ideas - of which you can send an ask to respond to and add input. Yay!

there will be a lot of rambling. its judt how i am. next reblog will have ideas but first one must ask The Divine Hand Of Fate (dicebot) what i should focus on first.

thank you dicebot. that will hopefully be done soon. today or tomorrow.

[pillow-anime-talk]

i love girls month ; eleventh day.

synopsis: You’ve been a threat to the Spider’s Head, Chrollo. That’s why he had to get rid of you.

# tags: scenario; secret lovers!au; slight romance; drama; angst; chrollo vs. reader; mention of blood & death; suggestive

includes: gender neutral reader ft. machi komacine {hxh}

author’s note: yeah, angst time :DDD

“... Just do it.” You smiled at Machi and she just bit her lower lip as she felt the tears coming in her both eyes. For the first time in your life you saw her so damaged; she was always confident, refined, calm, perfect in her actions but now she looked like a newborn kitten who couldn’t yet open his eyes and he only relied on his mom. “Machi, I’d rather you do it than that hideous loser standing to your right.” You admitted with a slight chuckle, looking at Chrollo, who was just waiting for your body to fall dead to the dirty, wet ground. “Come on, baby. Just like I taught you.”

“I-I can’t.” She whispered. “I won’t kill you.”

“Then I’ll do it.” Shalnark said suddenly, but the pink-haired woman immediately looked at him with her dark, blank gaze, making the member of the Phantom Troupe step back. “Okay okay. So no.”

You glanced again at the young girl who was holding one of Pakunoda’s pistols, which Chrollo had given her. He gave her a simple – in his opinion – task. Machi was only supposed to kill you. She was supposed to make you stop breathing, and that your death would increase the possibilities for Spider Head. You were an obstacle for him, you were his  worst enemy, so you couldn’t live any longer. 

Not when Chrollo Lucilfer doing it.

“Hey, Machi. It’s not a big deal.” You spoke again. “Just do it. I don’t want you to get hurt either.” You added softly and she just shook her head. She was so weak now, so innocent, so receptive to every word. “Machi.” You muttered more seriously. “If you don’t do it, you’ll be really weak.”

“I’m weak. I am very weak.” She said in a terrified tone of voice and you frowned.

You breathed out loudly, smiling once more at the teenager. You were about to say something, but someone interrupted your actions.

“I’m sick of it.” The group leader interrupted, and you already knew what awaited you. He finally got you. After these eight years of constant chase, tricks, fights and quarrels. A dark-haired man dressed in a long coat took a black pistol from his subordinate and fired three bullets; on the head, on the larynx, on the chest. You calmly accepted each bullet, all the time looking at the woman who until recently slept so sweetly in your arms. You blinked a little at her before your eyelids involuntarily drooped. “Machi, you’ve been really useless lately, but I hope that now everything will be back to normal, since our problem is gone.” He said calmly, handing over the property to the other, tall woman. “Back to work y’all.”

“... Yes, boss!”

Well, maybe in your next life both of you will at least admit your feelings if you missed it this time. But... who knows?

previous day ; rumi usagiyama from boku no hero academia ♡ next day ; brunhilde from record of ragnarok

[bobaboob]

"Travelers beware the burning hair."

"A two-pistoled man keeps one to shoot your back."

"If you see red eyes late at night, keep riding and hope they don't follow."

𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘗𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭

[my half of an art trade with the lovely @mmmairon <33]

[alice-angel12x]

Twisted Wonderland (soul eater Au)

(Thank You For 800+ Followers!) So as thanks this will be a mini sires/one-shot, Au!

LORE!

Long ago in the time of Old, a horrible monster appeared. Spreading fear and madness everywhere. So heroes, villains, and Lord Death band togeather to take down the creature of madness. Togeather The monster of madness was defeated, but the world was forever changed.

From that day on Phantoms, blot, and Demon weapons appeared. Blot is the built-up by-product of using magic. If not properly taken care of, it can cause the user to become taken by blot and negativity. Forming a Phantom.

Phantoms and horribly corrupt humans sought out innocent human souls to strengthen themselves through dark means. If not stopped in time, a Kishin could be born.

Sadly magic alone isn't enough, thus the aid of Demon weapons is needed. Whether be it a blessing or curse, random individuals magical or not are born with a weapon in their soul. With the help of a mister, they have the power to take down Phantoms and monsters. Which is why many schools like Death Academy and Royal Sword Academy helped teach future mister and weapon pairs to protect the realm.

There is one school among the rest that was...Not quite...Like the others. Night Raven College was...Unique to say the least. A school that looks up to the villains of the world, who for the most part is simply a magic school. Yet their strange rivalry with RSA makes them want to try one-up them in everything. So they too also tried to become a mister school too, but...

With students so prideful, forming mister and weapon pairs was almost impossible. Will other schools are pumping out an entire class worth of pairs each year, NRC at most produces 3 or at best 7 pairs. They could bearly particapte in any fighting tournaments or compatintions their rivals. And If they couldn't beat them in tournaments, they would try to beat them in mission boards.

Yet, Even so, most mister and weapon pairs from NRC don't do missions for justice or righteous reasons, but for money and fame. So Misters and weapons, are you up to the challenge?!

Weapons Heartslabyul Riddle, a scythe

Cater, a mirror weapon

Deuce, spiky brass knuckles Savanaclaw

Jack, metal gauntlets

Ruggie, switchblade Octavinelle

Leech twins, twin pistol

Azul, claymore Scarabia

Kalim, a kiliji(long swords)

Jamil, blade sleeve sword. Pomfiore

Vil, bladed fan

Rook, crossbow

Epel, parasol spear Ignihyde

Idia, flamethrower

ortho, himself Diasomnia

Silver, a sword

Sebek, a halberd

Malleus, a naginata( death scythe) Misters

Trey

Ace

Leona

Lilia

Othro (somewhat )

If you guys have any requests, leave them in the comments or go to my ask me anything. Just no NSFW things.

Soul Eater Au Masterlist

[grand-alter]

Phantom Thief Zen/Rei AU

Shujin Academy Uniforms

Commission drawn by @fauxpapillons

Phantom Thief Outfits

Commission drawn by @nemirutami

I requested that Minty draw artwork of Zen along with Rei being in Phantom Thief outfits to go with the commission which Faux did before. After some discussion with @essentionesque on here, I decided they could go by Zen Watanabe and Rei Takahashi for proper full names. Zen goes by Knight (or King) for his codename, and Rei goes by Flora (or Lotus). Zen wields a scythe for melee strikes along with a crossbow for ranged strikes, and Rei wields an umbrella blade for melee strikes along with a mini pistol for ranged strikes.

Zen is part of the Rebirth Arcana (Other version of Death like how Councillor is for Magician) while Rei is part of the Charity Arcana (From the Visconti-Sforza deck which has Faith), and their respective primary elements are Curse and Bless. I also set their stages of Personas as Kuroishi > Chronos > Edward (A dark knight from English history) for Zen and Persinette > Saturnus > Rapunzel (A classical princess like Kasumi has with Cinderella) for Rei.

[jojo-reader-hell]

Hello Bad and Naughty Jojo's it is Tiem for Stinking Masterlist of this Hell, IN ACTUAL ORDER!

Part 1: Phantom Blood

Jonathan Joestar x Reader

Dio Brando x Reader

Erina Pendleton x Reader

Part 2: Battle Tendency

Joseph Joestar x Reader

That one Joseph x Reader fic that predicted the end of my seven year relationship

Obligatory Joseph Birthday, Sequel to the Button

Joseph Joestar and his poor twin who he cannot stop clinging to Headcanons

Caesar Zeppeli x Reader

Please let Grandpa Caesar rest in peace

Suzi/Suzie Q x Reader

Granny Suzie Q is best granny of them all headcanons

Lisa Lisa x Reader

Where my gays at lets marry Lisa Lisa

Lisa Lisa x Pillarman Reader

The BEEF (Pillar Men x Reader)

PILLAR DADDIES!!! Mute!Reader x Wammu x Kars where I make you cry at the end

Kars x Pillarman!Reader aka the best fucking thing ever

Kars x Pillarman Reader: Beautiful Boy

Let’s see how many Clan of the Cavebear references I can sneak in here before somebody notices (Pillar!Reader world Headcanons)

Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Crusaders x Reader

The group of songfics because I said so.

Jotaro Kujo x Reader

This is a very serious set of headcanons with Jotaro, Josuke and Giorno reacting to a reader who hurts themselves

SDC x Reader headcanons where Jotaro’s S/O is Bobby Hill of king of the hill (aka that one headcanon list with THATS MY PURSE I DONT KNOW YOU)

Guess what friends, your brother is Jotaro Headcanons

Here’s some uwu Headcanons for Jotaro because sometimes, you just need a soft boi

Wolfo Boi Jotaro and expecting his fluffy brood Headcanons

Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader

Kakyoin discovers the Japanese foster care system is fucked up headcanons

Muhammad Abdul x Reader

I turned Magician’s Red into that goddamn lemme smash bird Muhammad Abdul x Reader Headcanons

Muhammad Abdul x Reader feat. A very fussy bebe

Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader

Jean Pierre knocks up Jotaro’s older sister more at 11

SDC x Reader with the Moana Song

Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable

Josuke Higashikata x Reader

Josuke’s S/o is the epitome of “no talk me I angy”

You’re Josuke’s favorite Niece/Nephew headcanons

Josuke’s twin who finally calls their brother “Elvis” (come on we all were thinking it when we saw his hair)

Josuke x Kishibe Reader welcome to moominvalley

Rohan Kishibe x Reader

Rohan is a cunt but in this story he’s just a misguided big brother who acts like a cunt, also there’s Moomins

Mikitaka, Rohan, and Kira find out that their S/O is going to have a baby

Yukako Yamagishi x Reader

MINI Headcanon Minute number 1

a gay moment with Yukako

You thought I was trying to steal Koichi, but it was I, THE LESBIAN READER X YUKAKO

Part 5: Vento Aureo/Golden Wind

Team Buccellati x Reader

Giorno Giovana Hanahaki

a slightly angsty Mista x Reader

Mermy Reader x Bruno Buccellati

Bucci Gang with s/o’s PLONT addiction

Bucci Gang With Stuttering S/o

STAND FUCKERS UNITE: Bucci Gang Stands Flirt

Narancia Ghirga x reader babey Giorno part 1

Narancia Ghirga x Reader with babey Giorno part 2

Bucci Gang Sudoh Buck AU

Abbacchio coffee shop AU

Bucci Gang x Reader: Adheridos Separados

STAND FUCKERS UNITE HEADCANONS part 1

Mista is a good daddo headcanons (with mini pistol daddos)

Stand Fuckers UNITE part 2 headcanons

Giorno Giovanna’s baby sister is gay and in lesbians with Trish

Mistaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa x reader Valentine’s Day with the best song from Karen Carpenter

My Nana Ghirga x Reader because he is beautiful and deserving of love

You and Fugo show Abbacchio your new baby

Mista x Reader where we drive off into the sunset with our boi as we are completely passed the fuck out in the passenger’s side

Stand fuckers rejoice and have some Sex Pistols x Reader headcanons that my other bestie requested

Fugo and Bestie Book Club headcanons

My bestie always requests the cutest Mista x Reader and we owe her our lives for it

I titled this Bruno Buccellati x Reader “Slow Dancing in the Dark” and my friend on discord told me they don’t trust like that, they were right not to trust me like that

Narancia and his bestie who are math incompetent headcanons

Leone Abbacchio is best daddo Headcanons

Pannacotta Fugo x An Absolutely Feral Reader who was tenderly raised by a good boi Secco

The Finale for Fugo x Secco’s Baby Childe

I wrote this Abbacchio headcanon when I was laid up in bed for two weeks with a pulled back

Trish Una x Reader

Gay Cottagecore Lesbians with Trisha

this is the Trish Una x Reader with the Sad Bitch Hours TM Quote from Lemony Snicket’s The Beatrice Letters

I am Very Gay™️ for Trish Una and Spice Girl

La Squadra x Reader

La Squadra Babies

Creep out the creepsters with Secco and Melone

Formaggio and Little Sister!Reader, aka the first request to my blog

La Squadra thought Melone and his little sister just had a kink someone please send help

Melone is a very good doting boi for his asexual s/o

Mewone best boi headcanons

Formaggio is a big brubber and uses his stand to play dollies with his little sister headcanons

Mewone, Risotto, Bwuno, and the Stinky Cheese Young Nastyman with their sailor mouth babe

I took wigs once, and I will kill again. The Outside Part 1

The Outside Part 2

Trans!Melone x Reader headcanons

Pesci, Narancia, Mista and Rohan with Sailor Mouth Bebe

Secco/Cioccolata x Reader

Secco is Babey headcanons

Cioccolata x Reader x Secco “Wicked Games”

Cioccolata thought it was smart to give Secco a stolen baby and it turns out this was the best thing he could have ever done for the good boy

I projected a lot of shit about my ex on Cioccolata and Secco is still a good boy

Secco x Cioccolata x Reader with Bird Nest popcorn

Part 6: Stone Ocean

Foo Fighter’s Nickname is Foofy Foof and they are going to comfort you in this trying time

HELLO FRIENDS ITS TIME FOR QUEERS: Jolyne x Reader x Hermes x Foo Fighters

Instead of the DMs, it goes down in the pinta with Gwess x Fem!Reader

Author’s Picks:

Glitter Freeze Part 1

Glitter Freeze part 2 aka the one that NEVER FUCKING SHOWS UP IN THE MOTHER FUCKING TAGS

Glitter Freeze Part 3

JOTARO WANTED TO KNOW IF HIS BABY SIBLING BELONGED TO HIM YES HONEY YOURE A BIG BROTHER (alternatively fuck Sadao Kujo)

Taika Waititi Presents “We’re Wolves”, a Werewolf!AU where no one fucking dies and your great granny Lisa Lisa is there

Werewolf Au with all the JoJo’s alive part 2

Jotaro and Sibling Reader comfort

The one Gyro Zeppeli x Reader on this blog

[eight-ball-juice]

So, my persona 5 au is coming along nicely, actually.

I have a full lineup of Phantom Thieves, but designs and personas are only developed on a few. I’ll post what I have, in order of how… permanent or how much progress I’ve made. Top is basically cemented, bottom can change.

Mishima, Leader

Codename: Mod/Moderator

Persona: A.J. Raffles, “Cracksman”

The Fool Arcana

Technology Aesthetic

Melee: Sickle Sword

Gun: Pistol with Silencer

Hifumi, Tactician

Codename: “General”

Persona: Mary, Queen of Scots

The Star Arcana

Military Aesthetic

Melee: Kali Sticks

Gun: Bayonet Rifle

Shiho

Codename: “Mirage”

Persona: Hatshepsut

The Strength Arcana

Egyptian Aesthetic

Melee: Spear

Gun: Crossbow

Ryuji

Persona: Captain Kidd

The Empress Arcana

Flashy Pirate Aesthetic

Melee: Blunt Objects

Gun: Shotgun

Haru

Persona: Milady

The Chariot Arcana

Melee: Battle Axe

Gun: Grenade Launcher

Lavenza / Twin Wardens - Mascot/Navigator

Shinya (TBD)

Some other swaps in the au include

Jose - Akechi

Shido - God of Control

Takemi - Maruki

[fdelopera]

Welcome to the 49th installment of 15 Weeks of Phantom, where I post all 68 sections of Le Fantôme de l’Opéra, as they were first printed in Le Gaulois newspaper 113 yeas ago.

In today’s installment, we have Part II of Chapter 21, “Le Vicomte et le Persan” (The Vicomte and the Persian), and Part I of Chapter 22, "Dans les dessous de l’Opéra" (In the Underside of the Opera).

This section was first printed on Friday, 10 December, 1909.

For anyone following along in David Coward’s translation (the link is to the Kindle edition on Amazon US), the text starts in Chapter 20, “'No, Viscount,' the Persian said sadly, 'I don't hate him. If I did he would have stopped being able to hurt people a long time ago'," and goes to Chapter 21, “He saw the Persian get down on his knees again and then, lowering himself into the hole, hung by his arms from the edge of the aperture and then, with his pistol between his teeth, he let himself fall.”

There are some differences between the standard 1st Edition text and the Gaulois text. In this section, these include (highlighted in red above):

1) Chapter XXII was misprinted as Chapter XXIV. This is an additional numbering error to the error made in Chapter VII, and makes this chapter two numbers in advance of where it actually is.

2) Chapter 21 in the Gaulois text is Chapter 20 in the 1st Edition, etc.

3) Compare the Gaulois text:

plût au ciel que nous ayons affaire à un fantôme ! 

(please be to Heaven that we are dealing with a phantom!)

To the 1st Edition:

plût au ciel que nous eussions affaire à un fantôme ! 

(please be to Heaven that we were dealing with a phantom!)

4) Compare the Gaulois text:

Elle sera alors sur son pivot 

(It will then be on its pivot)

To the 1st Edition:

Elle sera alors sur un pivot 

(It will then be on a pivot)

5) Compare the Gaulois text:

comme la salle du trépied à Delphes... comme... 

(like the room of the Oracle's tripod at Delphi... like...)

To the 1st Edition:

comme la salle du trépied à Delphes. 

(like the room of the Oracle's tripod at Delphi.)

6) Compare the Gaulois text:

Le Persan se décida à faire un mouvement 

(The Persian decided to make a move)

To the 1st Edition:

Enfin, le Persan se décida à faire un mouvement 

(Finally, the Persian decided to make a move)

7) Minor differences in punctuation, italicization, and capitalization.

Click here to see the entire edition of Le Gaulois from 10 December, 1909. This link brings you to page 4 of the newspaper — Le Fantôme is at the bottom of the page in the feuilleton section. Click on the arrow buttons at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages of the newspaper, and click on the Zoom button at the bottom left to magnify the text.