#prompt: blessed/curse

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 281

I had a wonderful Ghosts are Dragons idea thanks to @fairy-lights-and-blobs 

Nocturne, the great feathered wyvern of dreams, son of Morpheous, created of the sands of dreams itself, might be a bit, oh what’s the word, stumped. He had been twisting through the smog of the living world, and honestly should have been unseen. Keyword being should. 

Because? 

There’s a tiny? Hatchling? Growling at him when he slips into a warehouse, having been searching for a… misplaced item. And he says it with a question mark because? This is a hatchling, he knows his own senses, but they’re also… seemingly stuck in a human form. 

Dear Dreams, this is worse than how Phantom was- and he had been so injured from too much ecto at formation, even for a baby Primordial, that… Ugh, Nocturne wants to slam his horns against the ground repeatedly. 

Alright tiny red hatchling, let him just scoop you up aaand… alright, off to the Zone to see doctors, because really, he wasn’t expecting to get another child, but he’s also not going to just leave the equivalent of a chronically sick toddler!

Jason, currently Red Hood? No clue what the Fuck is happening, he just got kidnapped by an overgrown owl-lizard thing! And his comms are out and genuinely what the fuck-

[jen-with-a-pen]

Alice idk what the FUCK kinda drugs you smuggled into this simple, singular ask, but goddamnit it made me sprint to my docs and start writing for the first time in God knows when. I literally have created an au in a matter of hours of seeing this. Fuck you and thank you🫣😋😈

[this is currently an untitled au and a WIP]

Photographer!Dark!Bucky Barnes x RunwayFashionModel!Reader

The overhead spotlights drop the second the showrunner points to the cameras, who, in turn, point to you. Big white bounce cards blind your peripherals and the sound of murmurs throughout the studio, executives and assistants alike, work their way into your ears. The voices swirl into one drone of static and the lights start getting brighter and brighter. Your grip on the arms of the chair grows tighter. Manicured fingernails threaten to dig into the upholstery, the gaudy necklace resting on your chest beginning to brand into your skin. The makeup caked onto your flesh feels like it’s melting, taking your dermis with it.

You can't tear your eyes away from behind the host's head, staring off into space and trying not to focus on the bile beginning to bubble in your pitted stomach.

You knew you should've eaten something.

As the host waits for her after-ad-break cue, shuffling her question cards and sipping coffee from her custom show-branded cup, you feel restless. Legs bouncing out of sync, begging to get up, to run off set and out onto the bustling streets below and never look back. Maybe a bus or cab will make it end, make it stop. You were never cut out for this, never supposed to be here.

"Bunny."

You gasp, your trance broken as the deep bass sounding out your nickname cuts through the noise. It's like oxygen for you. He is oxygen for you. You can’t escape him willingly- he’ll only find a way to be there. To always be there.

You whip your head around to face the herd of people and producers staring at you. Out of all of them, through the blinding lights, you meet his gaze. All six feet four inches, built-like-a-god, broad shoulders of him. His eyes shine like sea glass behind the camera operator, baby blue and looking only at you. For that moment, you are the only one he sees. His target. His. You are the only one he can touch, who he can feel, halfway across the room.

The pit only grows larger, filling your hunger with nausea. You'd bet all the money in the world he schmoozed some P.A. just to make sure he was there to see you. To surveil you.

You wish you were playing in traffic.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

I am an uncomplicated woman: tell me you need me and I'll be there.

[lovinggreeniehours]

really random post sponsored by me almost sleeping on the couch but man what if esper fell asleep on sylus's couch. idk

[smolcrow465]

Day 5: Eclipse

Much like how animals panic when the sun goes dark, the eclipse hinders beasts who get caught out in it. It's common knowledge to remain on the ground when an eclipse is supposed to take place. Despite this, it's not exactly uncommon for divines to smack into trees when all goes dark.

[ninadove]

I feel like Felix should get a new outfit in season 6 to show him loosening up a little, becoming happier. (I’d imagine Colt prolly influenced how he dressed, too)

But the question remains, what should his new fit be?

Personally I could see some dark academia or on the flip side, academic fashion but with absolutely ridiculous socks. Like, with Shakespeare quotes or random cute things on them. Or, Kagami could give him ridiculous anime socks and despite not knowing what anime it’s from, he wears them happily just because they’re from Kagami.

Wondering your thoughts.

Oh this is a sign that I should really really get working on my redesigns, because @paracosmicfawn (💜) also asked the same the other day!

In the meantime, have a sneak peak of this profile pic I made him for Discord (coloured by my lovely girlfriend):

And some notes!

Colour scheme:

Black, because he’s edgy like that

Purple. Because why the Hell not.

Red accents, because Kagami

Golden accents, because that was the colour of his trail in Pretention and I feel like this says something about him

Style:

Sometimes he will dress like an overly formal British guy going to his office job in the City, with a three-piece suit and a long coat. Sometimes he will wear eyeliner and heeled boots. He likes to choose whatever is less appropriate in the moment, but overall embraces his rebel vibes a lot more.

Leather jackets are IN

So are T-shirts with provocative messages. All the T-shirts, with all the provocative messages. The one pictured above reads “Fuck This Shit”, but he also owns about 20 variants of “Eat The Bourgeoisie” and, of course, one of those Pri-DeMon-Th shirts.

Torn-up jeans, but rarely blue. We don’t play by the stupid rules in this house

However, he still doesn’t like to have his skin exposed (physical touch is complicated for him, he craves it as much as he fears it), so he will often wear these over tights and high-neck shirts (notice how the collar above is similar to his Argos suit’s, because I love it)

He tries to make it look like he’s not putting as much effort into his hair anymore, but don’t be fooled — this slightly messier style took at least half an hour to perfect

Key accessories:

Earrings! Because fuck gender norms! As a Transmasc Felix Truther, I like to imagine his canon design was him overcompensating after years of dressing femininely. Now that he’s fully comfortable with his identity, he’s not afraid to mix it up a little on occasion.

He’s still unsure if he wants to show off his ring proudly, in an act of defiance, or protect it as much as possible. For now he alternates between leather gloves (again, like in his Argos suit) and fingerless mittens.

I might steal the ridiculous socks idea from you Anon, because he so would!

BOOTS. All the boots. Combat boots, especially. We have yet to post the associated lore, but here’s the first draft of the Cat! Felix design I made for one of our AUs:

A dashing young man!

[ask-the-scrapper]

December Asks

Some winter prompts/asks for the holidays!

-Throw a snowball at muse

-Mistletoe kiss

-Give muse a gift or muse gives someone else a gift

-Give muse a cookie

-Bundle up! Pick an article of clothing to give- scarf, gloves, jacket, etc.

-Build a snowman together

-Share hot chocolate

-Decorate a tree (or whatever is available)

-Dress up! Examples: elf costume, deer onesie, santa costume, etc.

~

-Holiday curse (pick a condition to break the curse or a certain amount of asks the curse stays for)

Examples: turn into a nutcracker or become small, tell the truth, can't get warm, frequent sneezing, hair color change (pick a color)

-Holiday blessing (same as holiday curse but good)

Examples: feeling comfortable, make a simple wish, eat a pleasant meal

[literaryvein-reblogs]

words for when your characters ______

Agree

accede, acceptance, accord, acknowledgment, acquiescence, align, avowal, bear, cohere, compromise, consent, contract, draft, enlist, give in/give up, go along/go along with, grant, negotiate, unanimous, yield

Deny

abjure, abuse, affront, attack, backstab, bad-mouth, belie, blacken, blemish, confront, curse, darn, defamation, defile, demur, denigrate, detract, dig, disclaim, discountenance, disgrace, disown, disparagement, downplay, explode, flout, fulminate, gainsay, gird, invective, jeer, lament, lecture, malign, minimize, mouth, needle, oppose, protest, put down, put-down, rebuff, refute, remonstrate, renunciation, run down, satirize, scold, show up, sit-in, slander, smear, snap, snub, squeal, sully, swearing, taunt, tirade, turn, underestimate, vituperation, write off, yammer

Explain

account for, admit, apprise, cite, clarify, come clean, concede, confirm, corroborate, defense, demonstrate, dilate, elucidate, enlighten, evidence, expand, explicate, gloss, illustrate, itemize, let on, palliate, plea, prove, recite, simplify, speak out/speak up, spell out, translator, warrant

Fabricate

aspersion, belie, disprove, profane

Inform

acknowledge, address, advertise, allow, allusion, apprise, bare, betrayal, blab, breathe, briefing, broadcast, chronicle, clue, come out with, confession, convey, debunk, define, detail, dictate, divulge, expose, feature, furnish, give, gossip, hint, intimate, issue, lecture, newscaster, orate, out of the closet, pass, post, proclaim, promulgate, publication, publish, release, reveal, show up, speak, spill, squeal, talk, tip, uncover, unveil, weatherperson, whisper

Instruct

bar, educate, prescribe

Persuade

advance, argument, bend, budge, carry, coerce, convince, discourage, draw, drum up, elicit, entice, forward, goad, hammer away/hammer into, induce, influence, invite, lobby, motivate, negotiation, pitch, prevail upon/prevail on, prompt, reason, spur, sway, urge, win/win over

Promise

assurance, avow, commitment, ensure, go back/go back on, oath, portend, vouch, warrant, word

Suggest

advice, advocate, ask, come up with, connote, drum into, exhort, fish for, get at, guide, imply, insinuate, moralize, move, nomination, pontificate, preach, propose, recommend, urge

Praise

accent, acclamation, accredit, adulation, apotheosis, applause, benediction, bless, champion, citation, commend, compliment, congratulations, credit, dedicate, deify, elevate, endorse, eulogize, exalt, extol, flatter, flattery, glorify, homage, laud, lionize, obsequy, plaudits, puff, salute, thanks, tribute, worship

Warn

admonish, alert, caution, caveat, defy, enjoin, exhortation, foreboding, foretell, page, remind, warning

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary.

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 193

Once again I put forth cryptid batfam. But with a Marvel crossover. Because why not. 

See Gotham isn’t really talked about by the others in the US. The other cities ignore, ignore, ignore as best they can manage, pretending that if they don’t see it, it doesn’t exist. 

That being said, they aren’t completely oblivious to it either. Oh they don’t believe the tales and whispers that come out of the place, because if they were true surely someone would have done something. But they are aware of things like Wayne Industries or Drake Enterprises, right up there with Stark’s. 

Both of which are based within Gotham, though have plenty of things outside the dreadful city as well. Now the Drake couple were constantly seen at galas outside of New Jersey before their tragic demise, but the Waynes? Never once have they been seen outside their city for a single Gala. 

Which makes this invite that one Tony Stark get to one of the Gotham Galas incredibly surprising. Suspiciously so actually, but he has the option for a couple plus ones. His team might be interested- Shield definitely would, seeing as Gotham is a complete blackout on their files. And from his hacking he’s discovered that any information gathering attempts of theirs have failed. 

But really, how bad can it be, it’d only be a couple days after all.

…

Okay what is that fucking thing on top of the building-

[somnoir]

Ghost KingConsort?

Prompt: Demon Twins AU where the ghost king is summoned and claims his appearance is that of his beloveds. Shenanigans of a vindictive dead twin.

Danyal Al Ghul escaped from the league. The Lazarus Pits were never merciful but for once, they were. The pits were merciful to him as the green swallowed him and spat him out miles away from that place.

Danny can't forget his first death, the sword in his gut as Damian cut through him. The title of heir was reserved for only one of them and the spare was no longer needed. He supposed it was yet another mercy upon him, knowing that the title of spare was not simple. He would have been Damian's spare—spare parts.

Danny remembers his second death. The electricity that killed him over and over again as the ectoplasm spilled from the artificial portal brought him back to life again and again. One second he was dead, the other he was being revived. It was torturous in every way possible.

It's been years since then. His parents were a difficult case, unable to accept that their darling child had died and continued to believe that Danny was being possessed by the menace Phantom. They hunted him, tried to rip him apart to 'free' their son. It took both himself and Jazz leaving with the help of Vlad (reluctantly accepted) for his parents to stop hunting. Their home that had already felt empty was even more empty now.

It's been almost four years since then. Danny had settled into his role as Ghost King, even when the crown of fire floated over his head then descended to be too big, too much—resting around his neck.

It's... Difficult...

CUT TO THE JUSTICE LEAGUE SUMMONING HIM!

Danny Fenton, nineteen and very much overworked from all the paperwork he had to sort through as Ghost King, finds a small tugging to his very being. A summoning he recognized, sighing loudly before he's answer to this visible desperation. Like it was a world ending issue.

And yes, it apparently was when the fabric of reality itself was tearing itself apart for some strange reason. As the ruler of the infinite realms—the king of the very domain that basically glued the multiverse—this was apparently the right call.

Dressed in all of his kingly regalia, Danny felt the crown of fire float up from his neck and burned over his head. His cape, cloak—whatever—was heavy and he blinked, green eyes boring into every soul present. He recognized the fractured soul of the laughing magician—one of his more irksome subjects that avoided taxes like it was the fucking plague. He really should tell Skulker to haunt his grandfather. Maybe even Youngblood would be suitable.

But aside from the laughing magician, his eyes settled upon a familiar soul, a familiar face. Danny blinks again.

Shit... He thought, staring at the masked yet horrified face of his own twin. Robin was nineteen as well by now, older, stronger—redeemed.

In the past, Danny would have cursed Damian to the seven hells and allowed the seven sins to have a bite. But Jazz was blessing. An older sister who made sure to heal him, to let him grow, to let him develop. He's forgiven Damian for his faults. They were children, brainwashed by a mad man. He's not too angry. Resentful and a bit vindictive? That was a given as he technically was the spirit of a murder victim. Of kinslaying.

"Hellblazer." The language spoken by the dead leaves his mouth easily. It can't be understood by the living, and it was barely understood who came back from death. But John Constantine was a different, more difficult case. One hell of a motherfucker that avoided death until the entity itself was ranting to both Clockwork and Danny about his escapes.

And John Constantine recognized his title regardless of the language.

The sad man in a trench coat stiffened, staring at Danny as he stiffly bowed. "High King Phantom." He greets, and attempt at respect. When there was suddenly movement, Constantine was quick to hiss at the others—glaring at Robin who looked ready lunge at them.

Oh, he can't help himself. This was funny. In the words of his own counterpart turned brother—He could make it worse. Jazz was going to nag him, true, but Danny was so. Utterly. BORED. Being Ghost King had a lot of entertainment, like how he got to fight people and basically hang out with people from the past. But it got... Repetitive. Normal Ghosts wouldn't mind with their eternal afterlife, but Danny was still half-alive. He was completely human—just a half dead one.

"Your majesty—" Constantine struggled to explain, "The universe... Do you know why portals have been opening, your majesty? Forgive my impudence but our world has been plagued by portals from different worlds, some even lead to the infinite realm."

"It's not uncommon for natural portals to the realms to open. Many of your dead like to visit." He smirked, "Many like to haunt those who've wronged them."

Constantine gulped, "Your majesty, would you, by any chance, be aware of why these portals are opening?"

Danny sighed. Well, he can't say he wasn't concerned. This was his world too after all, even when now. It was Jazz's world, where she still went to school, it was Sam and Tucker's world. It was his family's world. So yes, he is concerned.

"The portals to the realms are under my jurisdiction. They are natural and open in my places with thick and ambient ectoplasm." Danny drawls, "But these dimensional portals are strange. I'll check in with the Master of Time to see if someone is meddling with reality. It may not even be from your dimension."

He can only shrug at that, remembering how Dan had practically ripped through time with his madness and rage, tearing through the world to ensure his birth.

"I see, thank you for your understanding, your majesty." Constantine nervously says.

"Say, would you like to watch the battle royale for your soul?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused, magician." Danny rolls his eyes, "But you'd certainly enjoy watching people tear each other to shreds for your fucked up soul. I don't understand why people want it so much when the paperwork it comes with is a hell in itself."

"Your majesty," Constantine paled.

"I'm joking. I'll deal with this as quickly as possible." Danny paused, grinning as he made a show of offering his hand to the justice league. "I couldn't possible sit by and allow my beloved's world to crumble. He'd be devastated."

Constantine blinked. Everyone blinked. And then Danny turned to Damian and... Batman. Bruce Wayne. His father. At least he seemed to be treating Damian better than Jack did with Danny and Jazz.

"You must have recognized this face, yes?" Danny tilted his head. "You are his family."

"What have you done to my brother?" Robin—Damian immediately growled, like a feral cat as he unsheathed his katanas and aimed for Danny.

"Hm." Danny rolled his eyes, "He's well. Very much taken care of." Because yes, Danny was well fed and taken care of, especially as the Ghost King. "I've taken his form so I assumed you knew of him."

He dismissed Robin long before he could even speak, turning to Constantine once again. "Don't fret too much, John Constantine." The man in question flinched once his name was uttered in the language of the dead he could barely understand. "This will be fixed in a days time. If not, I will send someone to deal with it."

The Ghost King's appearance had been startling when they summoned him. A boy with a striking resemblance to Damian if not for his white hair. A twin? Bruce had sounded devastated at the implications. But Damian? He'd seen the ghost king and felt nauseous, unable to tear his eyes away from the eldritch being that wore his brother's face.

It took a lot of explaining once they were back in the cave. The duel, Danyal's death, the Lazarus taking him and he was never seen again. Everyone was... Well, they were devastated. Yes. Grieving a son and brother they never met. But the Ghost King has been summoned with a face similar to that of their father's, a face that was the exact same one to their brothers. The Ghost King who referred to the dead Danyal as his beloved.

It's the next day when they're back in the watchtower, anxiously waiting for any update. Constantine continues to curse under his breath, shaking his head before a portal rips through reality. Everyone stiffened, preparing for the worst.

A girl appears, a child. She's a spry little thing with glowing green eyes, flaming white hair, and a face that they immediately recognized.

"Sorry that I'm late! Times pretty bendy and we don't really keep up with it." The unknown laughs, "Well, short answer, Phantom has identified the problem and has attempted to apprehend it. Unfortunately, it's been a week on our end and the perp apparently fell into your world."

Time distortion—Constantine had mentioned it. But they stare at the girl who rambled about their supposed target until Batman cleared his throat, seemingly softer on the girl—someone who was visibly a child.

"Young lady, welcome to the Watchtower. Even id the greeting it late." Batman curtly yet gently says. "May I know your name?"

The girl blinked. "Oh! You can call me Specter, princess of the infinite realms! I'm Phantom and Danny's daughter."

It is then that the possibilities processes in their heads.

One. The Ghost King took the form of his beloved, aka the dead twin brother of one Damian Wayne.

Two. Damian's dead twin and Bruce's dead son might be the queen (consort?) of the infinite realms.

Three. Danyal and Phantom had a daughter. Damian and the rest of the Bar kids were uncles and aunts. Bruce was now officially a grandpa.

Damian faints on the spot.

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

@fandombrainrots, I have a question and a few additions of my own, if you don't mind.

So what would happen if someone pulled one of Danny's tails? I can't recall exactly how it goes but it's said that how pulling one of the Kitsune's tails would give the person some serious bad luck or get burned by the Fox Fire, burning their souls to nothing. He has an ice core in fandom, yeah?

I can see Danny running from the Batman and his flock one night close to Crime Alley after several months in Gotham and under Hood's protection and getting one or all of them pulled by either Bruce or maybe a younger, trigger-happy Damian (He'd probably threaten to cut them all off if Fox didn't stop running.) to interrogate the meta teen/young adult and stop him from running away...only for it to blow up in their faces when someone gets partially/completely frozen in unmeltable ice or getting cursed with bad luck so severe that they can't go out on patrol because of it due to risks.

If Danny is King of the Infinite Realms in this au, the curse could be powerful enough that it could even affect the entire vigilante roster (minus Jason) in Gotham as retribution on Danny's mythical vulpine instincts.

Where as normal Kitsune's Fox Fire can burn the soul into nothing, the Fox Frost will slowly freeze the soul and body until it eventually shatters both and melt the remains out of mortal existence. It's a race to find Fox before time runs out, but the vulpine doesn't want to be found.

Meaning Alfred was exempt from the blast and could probably play an important part in this story. Maybe he can coax the clearly traumatized young fox-man into lifting the curse after explaining everything during a nice hot meal? Maybe get some silver shotgun shells ready for a certain "fruit loop" because the butler won't hesitate to put this 'Plamus' fellow another 6 feet under after what Fox told him what the S.O.B did to the fox boy and his family.

Just because Bruce hesitates doesn't mean he won't.

The butler also wants his idiot son and vigilante family to keep their distance from the boy until he's ready to talk. They've already made things bad by assaulting him and Alfred will make it worse by taking an extended, lengthy vacation with Fox in tow if they don't leave the poor soul be.

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The Justice League Dark Members can't do anything because the puller's/family's very soul(s) has been branded by an abnormally powerful bad luck curse and tampering with it can destroy said soul.

John Constantine doesn't even want to get near the Batfam and the idiot who was stupid enough to grab the tails of a very young, freakishly powerful Fox Spirit with death magic on Venom because it could risk anyone who tampers with it getting irreversible bad luck and dying. He can't have his luck or life getting affected, so John just tells them over the phone to simply find the fox and sincerely grovel at his feet with meaningful gifts so the curse can probably be lifted. Attempting anything funny will only made things go from bad to worse...like, turning all of Gotham into the Kitsune's personal playground to play with and break as he saw fit levels of worse.

(So now the odds are stacked very heavily in Danny's favor and the Batfam must appease him or suffer even further.)

...The only problem is that Danny has never let anyone touch his tails before without his consent since they emerged with his ears while he's was running and is still very scared (he just doesn't show it). The only times where they did get yanked on were by children who were scared and didn't want 'Mr.Fox', Jason's/Hood's bodyguard, to leave them alone after he rescued them.

(No literal threat on his literal tails = No curse upon ye.)

So this means Danny literally has no idea of the extent of the danger he has put on the Batfam and thereby all of Gotham by cursing the Caped Crusaders into being benched. To make matters even worse, the bad encounter has triggered Danny's fight or flight response, making the traumatized meta go into hiding with no means to contact anyone.

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Everyone in Hood's turf knows the crime lord is absolutely furious as they are at the Bats because Danny was finally starting to warm up to Crime Alley and Hood himself before he was attacked by the Dark Knight and his posse before running away to wherever it was that he fled to. The people who live there hurl insults and anything they can find at the Bats if they try to enter Crime Alley to search for Fox, telling them to fuck off and to not come back.

Jason saw how cautious Danny was at first when he saw the small, bushy tailed...person(?) and how it was practically borderline paranoia.

The only times he saw his bodyguard's defenses go down was to reassure the civilians he saved from rival gangs and traffickers with gentle reassurances. That soft, loving voice he used for the youngest children who clung to him like glue, making ice figurines for them to take home...Only to raise them back up when talking to the adults who weren't victims of crimes committed by non-Crime Valley gangs.

The way Fox would keep his eyes on exits and potential escape routes if the need to run arised, refused to be touched by anyone, not eating or drinking anything given to him out of fear it was tampered with and making his own or getting take out. That sort of trauma and stress makes Jason sympathetic to Danny and spreads the word to give him space. He's been brought a lot.

The kicker was the fact that the Fox had bluntly told Jason about the origin of his pit madness like it was no big deal and swore a steely-eyed vow to heal it made the crime lord feel something blooming in his heart and wishes he could get a fraction of that anger back so he could brandish it at his family for chasing Danny away.

Ok just a random idea that I had to put down before I forgot it- and it feels so silly but it makes my brain go brrrrr

So, Kitsune AU Danny after a classic reveal gone wrong, the kitsune is from a meta gene he discovered while on the run. He winds up in Gotham, hiding his ears and tail as he starts trying to settle in. Cue Red Hood’s gang approaching Jason, telling him he needs to get himself a body guard, because everyone knows he has a thing going with sweet book-nerd Jason Todd. Red hood catches Danny saving a child, and just goes, “ya I’d let him protect me.”

I will flesh this out more later I swear-

( psssss @stealingyourbones can I has opinion)

[emptyfie1ds]

a handy feature i(?) have is whenever i(???) draw, my self levitates out of my body, so the image is completely detached from my self and i immediately forget that i drew it. i guess i drew it. i'm like an old person who thinks the computer draws it. i put the stylus down and go wow a picture of my pal doing exactly what i want appeared out of nowhere?! thanks universe! and i have done this 3,000 times in a row

[cimmeriana]

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

Her hands were trembling as she wiped sweat, grime, and blood onto the skirt of her battle dress. She was normally rather hard to shake up, and yet here she was with her stomach churning and all its contents threatening to spew out of her onto the filthy Undercity floors.

Ten Bhaalists lay dead, strewn out before them with smiles on their faces. They had come for her, for their High Priestess of the Temple of Bhaal. For their Lady of Dread. These were but a few names in which they cried out when they came upon her, hands groping and reaching as if she were some idol to be placed upon a shelf.

Why hadn't she moved? Why had she frozen up like some helpless doe as they began to drag her towards the shadows to hells knew where?

She had been terrified, only able to sound a scream for her lover and their companions to rush forth and save her. And here she stood now, feeling ashamed that she'd let her fear overcome her, that the sigil of Bhaal had so shaken her to the point she couldn't even will herself to draw her own blades and defend herself.

Melinoe suspired a heavy, shaky sigh, quickly shuffling away as the blood of the Bhaalists began trickling through the stone and towards her feet. She backed away as if the blood would infect her like some plague, and she winced.

Cassian must have been watching her, for how long she wasn't sure, but she expected no less of her diligent lover when he voiced his protective promise. She looked up, her white eyes locking into his gaze as she tried to offer a smile, though it was evident that she was still affected. ❝ I know, my love. ❞

[avoidnll]

tag dump

[spatialwave]

Hi!! For the kiss prompts, I’d love to read something Reader x Viktor with the scenario ‘kisses meant to distract’ + the dialogue “i think i deserve a kiss” 🥹 thank you!!

tysm for sending this ask!!!! this was so cute to write and it healed me ahaha

why would you stay?

➸ pairing: viktor x gender neutral!reader ➸ word count: 680 ➸ tags: mdni! fluffy, hurt/comfort, soft kissing, guilt, sweet ending, reader is in a long-term relationship w/ viktor, no use of y/n. ➸ notes: asked from this prompt list!!

Hextech was a blessing and a curse. It’s components to better society had been coming to fruition, but at the expense of Viktor’s sanity. Hexgates weren’t enough, all they had done was progress the city of Piltover. Nothing had been done to help anyone else. The people in Zaun—himself.

The pain in his body had become unbearable most days, his body frail and weakening with every passing moment.

He wondered why you stuck around all these years, staying at his side as his health deteriorated. You weren’t married, children weren’t on the agenda, and all he did was spend countless hours in his lab with Jayce and Sky.

It wasn’t fair to you.

Yet, you stayed.

Stopping by with a home cooked meal that he picked at, or offering your presence for a few hours while you silently read at the table in his lab while he studied the glowing hexcore.

There was a particular week when Viktor lost all hope. Jayce, now head of the council, had spent less time with the research–in favour of protecting Piltover. A drastic turn of events from their previous shared hopes and aspirations, a way to help rather than hurt.

He sat at one of the aqueducts that sent water from Piltover into the fissures, looking out at the skyline and holding his weight onto his cane. His eyes were tired and cold, souless.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you said calmly, causing Viktor to jolt and glance in your direction from the sudden intrusion, “Am I interrupting?”

“No,” he cleared his throat, attempting to sit up straighter with his hands still holding tightly to the handle of his cane, “needed some time to, eh… think.”

Sitting next to him on the ledge, you rested your cheek against his shoulder and a hand curved over his slender thigh.

“...about us?” Your voice was hushed, eyes watching the water stream below you.

Viktor’s eyes widened, shaky as he stared at you. You were nuzzled against him, the look of a sad pout covering your face. He could sense the insecurity radiating from you.

“About the hexcore,” he answered honestly, sighing as he pressed his lips against the top of your head, resting there as a fragile hand held the small of your back, “about hextech… I can’t seem to figure it out. It’s been weeks of nothing. It’s… it’s…”

You lifted your head up, lips twitching as you pressed a finger to Viktor’s lips, shushing him. Your eyes flickered between his.

“It’s eating you alive,” you finished his sentence, but not in the way he had intended.

Your heart was heavy for him. Any insecurities of yourself were long gone, and you understood the pain that Viktor was experiencing. It was defeat, feeling unworthy—terrified of death.

You felt terrible for even thinking it had anything to do with you.

“Kiss me,” you mumbled, the finger placed against his lips replaced by your thumb as you grazed it along his bottom lip. Your intent to distract him from the thoughts that weighed him down.

Viktor bore a quizzical look, brows knotting together as he blinked at you.

“Come on,” you murmured, “I think I deserve one. I haven’t seen you in days.”

The corners of his lips twitched, for once, his mind not clouded by thoughts of the hexcore. Instead, fixated on you and the way you looked at him so lovingly with your big doe eyes. How was he so lucky to have someone like you?

He dipped forward, your thumb dropping as his lips pressed to yours. A soft kiss, one that bridged the gap that had begun to split you apart. They moved together fluidly, one of his hands cupping your jaw, as yours pressed against the front of his shoulders.

“I love you,” Viktor murmured, breaking the kiss as your lips brushed together, “thank you… for staying.” His thanks were genuine, you could see the way the guilt flickered in his golden eyes.

“Kiss me again, and I’ll forgive you,” you smiled, closing your eyes as Viktor obliged, smiling against your lips.

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ੈ♡˳ domestic life with old man logan. old man logan x gn!reader

♡ domestic life with logan is slow, peaceful. mornings involve him grumbling, tossing in the sheets as you nuzzle against his side. he's sure he'd be content here, with you, forever if he could. you draw mindless shapes on his chest and he traces his calloused fingers up and down your arm as he adjusts to the land of the living.

♡ you often find him in the kitchen in the morning, shirt unbuttoned, white tank underneath with his belt half done and a mug of coffee in his hand and his phone in the other. he's squinting at it, always insisting he doesn't need his glasses. but you place them on the bridge of his nose anyway, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek while he mumbles something about them being useless.

♡ there's not always time for home-cooked meals from him, but when there is, he'll have countless cookbooks scattered across the kitchen. pots will boil over, curses barking from his lips, a towel draped over his shoulder as he fusses over the meal he's trying so hard to make for you. he should know by now you'd be content with scraps, as long as he'll bless you with his company.

♡ on free days, you both rest on the sofa. logan is propped up with his feet on the coffee table, book in hand, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose he'll occasionally push up. you're curled up beside him, head in his lap as he rests the book on the top of your head. he cards his fingers through your hair in soothing motions, causing your eyes to flutter shut under his gentle touch. sometimes he'll read to you too, in bed, the rumbling baritone of his voice comforting you like no other.

♡ on rough days, the days logan struggles to drag his weary heavy bones from bed - you're there for him. he doesn't like to be pampered, refuses that kind of treatment no matter how hard you try, so instead you're suggestive, careful in your words - or forgo words entirely. there's a coffee waiting for him on his bedside table, there's already a bath run when he enters the bathroom, you're already on the sofa with a movie he likes ready to play when he enters the living room.

these silent admissions of love and care fill his heart with more warmth than he's known in a long time, and he wonders what he ever did to deserve you, while you think the same of him.

♡ on your rough days, logan is there every step of the way. he knows you're sick before you do, it's one of the perks of having the senses he does. he can't help but fuss over you in a way that he'd never let you return. his hand would press to your forehead continuously, checking your temperature, pulling you in against him on the bed as he insists you need to rest. a man who's lost as much as he has would never take any risks.

♡ logan is terrible at texting, but he does it for you. he'll send you an 'x' to let you know he's arrived at work safely. if you're lucky, he'll send a picture of something that reminds him of you, a place name or a dog he's passed that he knows you'll go crazy for. you're on his mind more than he'll ever admit, at least to anyone but you.

♡ he'll kiss you like a man starved when he returns home from work - or sometimes it's those slow, sensual, 'make you weak at the knees' kind of kisses, a kiss that tells you he really missed you. logan's hand will thread up your hair behind your head and take root there, his other hand a firm grip on your waist as he tastes what's his. "missed you," he'll mutter against your lips, eyes closed as if he can't face your loving gaze, like he doesn't deserve it.

for the 'old' prompt for logantober <3