#she was definitely not dreaming

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Angel of Small Death

Part 5 of my Halloween mini series!

Dark Priest! Matt Murdock, Dark Priest! Billy Russo, Dark! Frank Castle

Warnings: Dub-Con, oral (f), scars.

A/N: My biggest fear right now is accidentally writing angle instead of angel in the title.

The rain is still going when you leave the church, fatigued and desperate for sleep.

Your gown clings to your skin, you have to fight to get it off, and you peel your chemise off too, hanging it to dry, crawling into bed and wrapping your soft white sheets around your body.

It should be fine, your robe is nearby in case of an emergency, and as you settle, your body relaxes, sending you off into a ridiculously comfortable sleep.

You stir when you feel hands on you. A delicious feeling of exploration over your legs, up to grip your hips.

A moan slips past your lips, you hear a low chuckle in response.

“Billy?” You whisper softly, as you peek an eye open, looking down.

He's hovering above you, the planes of his face are barely visible, his eyes glittering in the darkness.

Was this a dream?

“He told me not to come. But he doesn’t control me.” Billy murmurs, cryptically, tugging at the sheets wrapped around you.

“Who?” You ask dumbly, your brain foggy and struggling to understand anything that was going on.

He only laughs again, pulling the covers off your body finally.

You only remember that you're mostly naked after the cold air brushes your skin, you gasp, reaching for the sheet.

You pause when you feel your final undergarment being tugged down your legs, you drop the sheet in favour of trying to stop him.

Your limbs are too heavy, and he gets you naked without breaking a sweat, finally rising to study your body.

“Billy-” You say, pushing at him when he draws closer. You wonder if this might be another symptom of his head injury.

“You're dreaming, sweetheart.” He murmurs coming in close to be heard above the pouring rain.

“I just want to taste you a little more. Won't you let me?”

You swallow, pausing.

He takes it as acceptance, kissing your lips softly before sliding all the way down your body, guiding your legs over his shoulders.

You've never felt this before, and you're not sure what to expect, gasping in surprise when his tongue glides between your legs. 

You whine, back arching at the unfamiliar sensation, shame washing over you, replaced by the feeling of his wet tongue licking at the place you need it most.

Your hand sinks into his hair, playing with it gently, his masculine scent easing your nerves.

You feel the vibration of his moan against you, unable to stop your hips from rocking against his face.

“Billy.” You groan, pleasure twisting under your skin, promising a release like earlier if he kept this up.

You suck in a deep breath, when in the next moment, you roll over, light hitting your eyes.

Gasping, you sit up in shock. It's morning, and there's no one with you.

You sigh, slumping back into bed, wondering how it was possible to have a dream so vivid.

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Your knock echoes on the wooden door.

“Father Murdock? Can I come in?” You call out.

“Yes, enter.” He responds from the other side.

You push the door open, eyes roaming curiously through his room, neater than you expected for a man that can't see.

He's sitting at a wooden desk, his fingers paused on his book, his head turned to focus on you.

“The doctor sent me with the salve you requested.” You explain, holding it up.

Matthew nods, rises to a stand and approaches.

“Thank you. Would you be able to help me apply it?”

You freeze, not being aware that this would be part of the delivery.

“Of course.” You say gently, trying to be a proper Mother Superior.

When he reaches to remove his clothes, you gasp, turning your head to look away, squeezing your eyes shut when the temptation to look grows to be too much.

He removes his cassock, draping it over his bed, and when you spare a glance up at him, he’s wearing only loose flowing pants.

His chest is… sculpted to perfection. You blink in amazement at the way he’s formed, his arms strong and muscular and you bet his skin is soft.

There are some healing scars on his chest and one on his abdomen, and you carefully pry open the salve, running your fingers through the substance and raising it up to his chest.

You try to be gentle and methodical, but you can’t help staring, Matthew is really something beautiful to look at, and it’s no question as to why he’s one of God’s disciples.

Aside from the fresh scars, there are many faded ones, littering his chest and arms and you can’t help but frown in sympathy.

“All of these scars… are from your work?”

He takes a slow breath.

“Yes, you would not believe how often we get thrown around, stabbed, and burned by the possessed.”

“That’s awful.” You murmur.

“It has to be done, we all have our parts to play in the fight against L-” He hisses as though he’s in pain, shaking his head.

“Did I hurt you?” You ask in worry, drawing your hand back.

He shakes his head, turning to present his back to you, that’s significantly more wounded.

“Oh my.” You say in surprise, dipping your fingers into the salve once more.

You remain quiet, focused on working, your fingers gliding over healed scars and ones in healing. You swallow, mouth watering for a taste of him, the way Frank had licked your cut, and had made it all better, you wondered if Matthew would be receptive to something similar.

When you’re done, you place the salve on his desk, accepting the damp rag he silently offers to clean your fingers, and as you watch him get redressed, you feel a bit more unashamed at looking at him.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” You ask politely.

He approaches you with meaningful steps, surprising you with his conviction as he steps right up to you, pressing his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up.

He seems to be studying you, perhaps searching for something.

“You’re quite beautiful. I can see why he’s doing all of this to get you.”

Your eyebrows draw together.

“Who are you talking about?” You ask, your mind flooded with confusion. 

He smiles, his fingers gripping your jaw tightly.

You gasp when your nose brushes his, his pink mouth is just a breath away.

“Don’t be scared, little one, everything will be alright.”

You take a sharp intake of breath, pulling away, his fingers releasing you as you pull.

The corner of his mouth pulls into a smile, and he turns away, going back to his book, leaving you to get out of his room as quickly as you can.

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[theghosthybrid]

THAT IS DANA

DANA LOOKING ON AND SAYING GOODBYE

[karalovesallthegirls]

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[itsdefinitely]

this needs to be their dynamic please you don’t understand

[lessthanimpressedlesbian]

I feel so vindicated knowing that we all read those many microexpressions correctly. Laura was really playing an anxious queer woman in love with her best friend so accurately that we couldn't help but pick up on all the little nuances.

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

was having trans marty thoughts again and i came to a realization about this scene

[gatoburr0]

New AU alert.

Thinking about farms and cowboys.

Also some Hunter doodles just because.

You can still call him whatever you’d like. (Hunter or Tremor/Trevor, honestly I like both and can’t decide lmfao).

also I can’t draw horses.

[mono-blogs-art]

Higa Manami as Nomoto Yuki in Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna, episodes 11 - 13

[kacievvbbbb]

Rewatching Gumball is knowing that while there is no actual real overarching plot the episodes are still so amazingly interconnected.

I love how they do foreshadowing, how they build on little moments that we see through out other episodes. It's Banana joe's mom's future paintings being a small joke in "The Shell". Rob being in the deleted place with all the forgotten things in "The Void" after we see that Gumball and Darwin have a hard time remembering him and then completely forget him once Darwin kicks him into the sewers a whole season earlier in "The Pony". He then literally still has parts of the void ingrained in his design when he comes back. It's the fact that Penny and her family being hollow shells with something inside was being played as haunting jokes for episodes before the one based entirely around it. It's the fact that characters like Sarah have always been a little fourth wall breaky and so an episode like "The Fan Fiction" is so completely in line with her character that it's unremarkable in context, hell there's an episode where she sings the ending song to end the show and avoid an awkward conversation her being able to take some control of the show feels like the natural evolution of that.

The background characters in gumball have such distinct personalities that have been pretty consistent and built upon since season 2 which is completely insane and unprecedented for an episodic 2010 children's cartoon. The show might not have had an arc but it has always been continuous.

You do really get the sense that this is a world where everyone is very hyper-aware of the rules in which they operate. The show might reset at the end of the episode but the people don't

[dimension-20-every-introduction]

Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20's Fantasy High: Junior Year episode 17

[puppyeared]

Was nobody gonna warn me that I would fall a little bit in love with every character in Stardew

[themyscirah]

Complaining abt Suicide Squad yet again but the fact that they have Waller exposing the alien community to space racist attacks and talking abt how she got to her position through deceit and being a terrible person and stuff is just. Ahsfiwueh JUST SAY YOU DONT KNOW WALLER.

Anyways literally the 3rd mission of the Squad ever (and the first framed as smth Waller picked and not orders from above) was the Squad discrediting and stopping a rogue vigilante who was only arresting POC and funneling white people into white supremacy groups (of which he was the most prominent member) in SUICIDE SQUAD #4. and it's explicitly framed as this mission being personal for Waller that she's hiding from the government bc its illegal like. Guys. Please why are we having her incite (space bc comics) racist attacks now

Also the whole "Amanda got her position through deceit and being a terrible person" NO. she KEPT her position through being shitty and playing complicated political games!!! She wasn't always that way like there is a difference and it is IMPORTANT ppl PLEASEEEE. In Secret Origins #14 we learn Amanda's backstory and she used to be a normal, caring person! Like even after she entered into working in government and politics she wasn't automatically morally bankrupt like please people. She was originally given control of the Squad by Reagan (*sigh* 80s comics...) to distract and get rid of her because she was so successful at pushing progressive social policy in Congress. Acting like she's this static pillar of evil is such a waste of her character and so fucking uninteresting and disrespectful to her arc it drives me MAD.

Like I am NOT saying Waller is all sunshine and rainbows, she fucking SUCKS (said w love <3) but like there's a human being there. It's a progression, she has a character arc like please, DC, please!!! They've fucked up Waller so bad and made her so opaque and uninteresting she can't even be the protagonist of her own story for fucks sake!

Like I don't know how many times I have to scream it until DC hears me or remembers but WALLER IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF SUICIDE SQUAD. ITS HER BOOK. yet right now she's a cutout to be used as the villain wherever the writers please. Even in her book we get none of her perspective really displayed, no exploration of her thoughts with any kind of understanding of the role she traditionally has played and was made to play in the story.

[petitprincegabriel]

… Don’t get me started on this one !? …She’s as stunning from the front as… behind , look at those "apples" or should we say "gorgeous peaches"🍑

Her all motion is ridiculously, she’s marvelous !!

Asian Sweet Eyes Candies 🍭💦🤣

[5eyed]

ummm hi this is corinne shes for a kinda lousy idea i have for the next novel ill hopefully write lol

[slothpoth]

I feel like either writing an angst fic about Sevika or writing extremely specific x readers that are very obviously made catered to me

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

Grimm/nightmare heart theory

It's the Halloween season, so I thought it would be a good time to share my take on Hallownest's very own vampire clown nightmare demon, Grimm!

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The nightmare heart is all that remains of an ancient god. In order to keep itself from completely fading from existence it made a contract with it's worshipper, Grimm.

Grimm gave his body up as host for the dying God, to keep it alive.

Basically he is the vessel of the heart. (This is stated in canon.) And gained immortality through means of the nightmare hearts ritual.

The flames which I would guess represent nightmares/fears or death (Sort of like essence which represents hopes or wishes, for nightmares rather than dreams) Feed the heart, and keep Grimms body growing and immortal.

Grimm is reincarnated into Grimmchild everytime the lantern is lit. With outside aide. Bugs who aide in the hearts perpetuation (such as Brumm) are forced to serve the heart for eternity. I imagine this would have eventually happened to little Ghost. (Had the endings not played out as they did.)

Why is he a circus troupe master? Because Grimm and his servants, a large group of especially peculiar bugs who travel the world, fit in best under the guise of being travelling circus performers. Basically it's their cover.

And maybe even before giving up his body to the nightmare heart Grimm was some sort of performing type.

Anyway Brumm's dialogue here and here

Implies that it is truly the best outcome for Grimm for the ritual to end and for him to be separated from the heart. Not only for Brumm's sake but for his own.

(I did not do this in my game, because I love my Grimmchild too much but narratively this is the ultimately good ending for everyone.)