#sleep protector Law

[rea-grimm]

Sleep protector Law

Ever since both of your parents died in the hospital, you hated the place from the bottom of your heart and you had such a fear of them that it even affected your dreams. Ever since then, you've had nightmares about that cursed place. Each subsequent one was worse than the previous one.

It was only a matter of time before you developed insomnia and a fear of sleep. You woke up in tears and refused to go back to sleep. This started to limit you so negatively that you even consulted a psychologist.

Despite all of this and all of their advice, you felt like you were stuck at a dead end. No matter what you tried, nothing helped.

You had no idea how it happened but it all happened too fast. At one point you were relaxing in the garden when you noticed a tall man in a pink shirt, red cap and black coat walking by. He was trying to light a cigarette when he tripped, fell over your fence and still managed to light himself.

Now you were at your house and you were tending to the scratches on his hand. You offered him something to drink to go with it and you two started talking. There was something about him that made you open up to him. It's like you're talking to an old friend.

When you confessed your problem to him, you immediately apologized. You didn't want to burden him.

When you said goodbye, he wanted to somehow repay you for your help. But you insisted that you didn't need anything. You escorted him to the door, and then you returned home.

To your surprise, a black teddy bear in a white cap with black leopard spots was lying on the table. The teddy bear was wearing a yellow hoodie with black sleeves and a smiley face in the centre. Blue pants with the same black spots.

You didn't expect something like this. You sat down in the chair and took the teddy bear in your hands. It was surprisingly soft with pleasant material. Plus it smelled nice. You hugged him and rested your head on him.

He filled you with such peace that your eyes slowly began to close. You decided to take the teddy bear to bed with you.

Already the first night that you had the teddy bear with you, you slept peacefully like a baby. You slept all night and in the morning you could say with peace of mind that it was a full sleep. You couldn't even remember the last time you slept this well.

At first, you were afraid it was going to be another sleepless night, having another nightmare about the hospital. You were running from something. You didn't know what to do, but it filled you with terrible fear and despair. You knew if it caught you it would be the end of you.

You ran down the hall and passed one door after another until you finally reached the corridors. You felt trapped, lost. Your heart was racing, it's a wonder it didn't jump out of your chest.

Out of nowhere, a strange sound echoed down the hall and a pale blue light surrounded you. The nightmares were slowly approaching you when you heard new footsteps from the end of the corridor and saw a shadow holding something long.

“Shambles,” you heard before appearing outside the hospital in the blink of an eye. You were standing on the beach and a yellow submarine could be seen by the pier.

Since then, you have been dreaming about this submarine and its crew more and more often. Her captain, an ice-eyed, black-haired young man in the same outfit as your teddy bear, protected you from nightmares. 

He always simply overpowered them and took you into his submarine where you felt safe. He always made sure you were okay before leaving you with his crew who then took care of the rest of your dream. And even though the captain didn't spend that much time with you, you felt he was always there for you.

As your sleep improved, you also had more zest for life and decided to spice up your shopping today. You went through a few clothing and trinket shops before heading out to just explore IKEA. Look around for some inspiration on how to improve the apartment and perhaps buy something small.

You were just walking through the stuffed animal department when you noticed a young man who reminded you of the captain of your dreams. Although he was standing with his back to you and was wearing a black coat, you would recognize the cap on his head anywhere.

Out of curiosity, you moved closer to him and noticed that he was looking at a stuffed polar bear. You stood up next to him and took one too and looked at it. He was quite cute and wore an orange overall. You looked at the young man out of the corner of your eye and at that moment your eyes met. You immediately looked away.

You heard him chuckle before he put the teddy back in the basket and left. You felt embarrassed that he caught you staring. In the end, you brought home a plush polar bear and another plush penguin with a cap, which had another tiny penguin on its head.

During the same night, you dreamed again about the yellow submarine and the grey-eyed captain. This time, however, the crew had two more members. A polar bear in an orange overall and another person in a cap with a small penguin on it. That night you dreamed of a celebration as the two of them were properly welcomed aboard.

You were even joined by the captain who seemed to be in a good mood. You had the impression that after this you were a bit closer again.

You had planned to cook the fish you bought at the market in the morning. But first, you had to remove the scales and then fillet it. You sharpened your knife to make it go like butter.

However, you didn't expect to be so clumsy. You went to work, but the knife slipped on the fish and cut your hand. You immediately dropped the knife and ran for a towel to cover the wound.

Despite your layman's treatment, that is, the hand was bleeding profusely and you were sure it would need stitches. But you refused to go to the hospital for it. You held your bandaged hand up, wondering what to do. 

You felt helpless. Your fear of hospitals was so great that even if you needed help, you couldn't go there. It felt like tears came to your eyes and your knees buckled.

"I never thought you could hurt yourself like that," said a familiar voice. You turned in surprise to see the captain of the yellow submarine from your dreams.

“Law…” his name slipped out of your mouth and you didn't understand what he was doing there. That you'd lose so much blood that you'd hallucinate?

"Sit down at the table, I won't help you on the ground," he said sternly. You just nodded your head in agreement and obeyed him. Law then sat down across from you and had a medical bag next to him that he used to dispense the necessary items.

For the fact that his voice was cold at first, he took your injured hand surprisingly gently. You watched him treat you with almost bated breath. First, he numbed the wound so it wouldn't hurt you unnecessarily before he cleaned it and started sewing it up.

You couldn't follow that anymore and so you focused your gaze on him. At his eyes, how focused he was on his task.

Once your hand was properly treated, he put his tools back into the case, which he then placed on the ground. You leaned over, but you couldn't see the briefcase anywhere.

"Are you still in pain? " he asked you. You shook your head. "Good. How did you even do that? You should be more careful. What if something more serious happened to you?” he started to scold you.

“Sorry,” you said weakly before hugging him. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you. I didn't want to go to the hospital…” and you felt tears forming in your eyes again. You didn't want him to be mad at you. You felt him hug you too.

"Don't cry. I just want you to be safe," he said much more gently. That gave you the courage to look up at him. A fleeting smile played on his lips now before he wiped the tears from your face with his fingers.

Before you could answer him, he leaned closer to you and captured your lips in a kiss. Now you felt like you were in a dream. In a dream, you didn't want to wake up from.

Law Masterlist

Sleep Protector Masterlist

[bi-writes]

i'm a big fan of your writing! can i ask what made simon want to mail order a bride in the first place? thanks <3

mail-order bride

he's tired of staring across his dinner table and seeing nothing but empty space.

it isn't something he had thought about in the before. he's spent a long time shifting between different cots, collecting sand from faraway places and counting the bodies he dropped with tally marks against his boots.

there's a picture he keeps tucked into his vest, but he won't take it out. it sits heavy there, an invisible wall between himself and the outside world, a reality that he chooses not to believe. if he doesn't look at them, he won't think of them, and if he doesn't think of them, maybe he can pretend they were never even real.

they all have something outside of here. his sergeants are too pretty and too outgoing to stick around; they're social butterflies, and simon has seen the shuffle of pictures of some pretty girl that gaz can't stop staring at, and soap never shuts up--whenever they have a signal, he's somehow got a phone call with his cousin's stepfather's little sister, or it's his second cousin's brother-in-law's birthday, and he's got to wish him well since he missed his art exhibition last month.

even price has a pale circular shadow that is stained onto his ring finger.

it's not his fault, is it? it's not his fault he was dealt the worst fucking hand. it wasn't his fault he was born already two feet into the grave; it couldn't have been his fault that he can only get a good night's sleep when there's screaming in one ear or the rattle of a battlefield over his head.

it isn't his fault. it isn't his fault. it isn't his fault.

the cigarettes taste bland today. they're old, stale, and he can taste the bitterness already, but he lights it anyways, flicking ash into the ground, scrunching his nose until he gets used to the bite of it.

there's a shadow at his side, and he turns to snap at them, assuming it's johnny and his incessant nagging, but he holds his tongue when he realizes it's his captain.

he's got a warm cigar in one hand, and he leans against the concrete wall beside him, sighing deep, the kind of pensive weight that only a captain can bear.

price looks tired. he needs to go home.

"boys invited y'out, didn't they?" price asks, and simon chuckles lowly.

"'m olready 'ome," simon murmurs. "'n i can get piss drunk oll on my own 'ere."

price shrugs.

"ya haven't taken leave since you joined my team, simon," he says low. "can't have that. you know it."

simon shrugs.

"can try and make me go," simon tells him. "but y'know i won't leave."

"i'm not asking, simon," price says firmly. "'m telling."

"doesn't matter," simon takes a long drag of the cigarette, holding it in for a second too long before letting it out slow. "got nowhere ta go."

his captain is not blind. simon's on a one-way road, and the end of it stops at the end of someone else's gun. men like simon, the ones who have nothing to lose, they're dangerous. they clear rooms outnumbered thirty to one because no one thinks they can. they hit targets from thousands of yards away because it's the only place that never changes. they kill and sleep peacefully because the blood of a stranger is far cleaner than that of someone they know, of someone they love.

they'll never leave because war is familiar. they don't want to go home because home isn't something they know. they're nomads, taking with them only what they can carry, because the rest is baggage and an emotional weight that they aren't strong enough to carry.

but it doesn't mean men like simon don't want. it doesn't mean they don't wish for more. it doesn't mean they don't think about using their teeth for something other than baring them to show their dominance, their aggression, their insecurity.

simon's a protector. the way he shoves his men behind him says so. the steadiness of his voice over comms when the op goes to shit. the ease of his hand when he ties a tourniquet. the split second that simon never wastes, the way he uses his body as armor and the look he gives his men when they're scared. simon's died twice before, and the look in his eyes tells them that this isn't it, that this isn't death, because he'd fucking know--he'd recognize it if he saw it.

simon's unrelenting. his past, his trauma, it's tried to beat him into a shape that will bend and snap, but its obvious simon is not made of lead--fuck, he's an entire block of unmovable steel. he does not give when compressed, he does not crack when the strength of him is tested. simon's fought too hard to live to let a gun terrify him, he's endured too much torture to flinch when someone sinks a blade into his chest.

but he knows, simon knows, that there is something missing. he fought hard to live, but for what? he's endured, but what the fuck is there when he lays his head down at night?

simon's a lover. he tries so hard to convince himself that he's always been this way--alone, drifting, lost, but it's a lie. simon knows what it's like to want. he knows what it's like to look into a crowd and hope you see a familiar face. he understands wanting to pull that string taut, but he also understands what it can do to you. what it can take from you.

he understands what you can never get back.

he thinks this is a bad idea. he crumples the note paper in his hand that had the address scribbled onto it, tearing it, staring up at the house in front of him. it's quaint, a lovely little house in the outskirts of london, with a red chimney and overturned planters in the yard. there's a weathered wooden door, a porch step that needs fixing, and when he kicks open the door, he grimaces seeing a carpet that need's replacing.

"the fuck am i doin' 'ere?" he whispers to himself, sliding his mask off, running a hand over his face. his heart is pounding, but he's not sure why, but he catches his reflection in the window. what looks back at him terrifies him--he can't do this.

he makes his way back outside, rummaging through his pockets for a cigarette. he takes a seat on the steps, lighting it, and as he takes his first frantic drag, he sees the torn pages of the note still on the ground. he picks up one end of it, running his thumb over the crumpled paper there, smudging the pencil scribble there.

she needs you

it's written in price's ugly handwriting, letters all tilted to the side and barely legible, but he still can read what price didn't write--and you need her.

but simon doesn't need anyone. he barely needs himself, barely can take care of himself. this won't help him--he can't help anyone, he isn't the kind that can be this kind of thing for anyone. he's stayed in the service because at least this way, he can die with honor, he can prove them all wrong, he can at least be remembered for what he could do and not by what was done to him.

his touch is ice. his heart is buried too deep under his ribs; no one has seen it since he could finally register a memory. his face, the skin he wears--he's not a pretty man, he's a forgettable one. he isn't gentle, he isn't capable of it. he can't forgive. he's so quick to anger, likes to snap his teeth, and he cannot be the kind of thing that they all expect him to be.

he does not love himself. he will not love himself. so he cannot love another.

there is a certain kind of satisfaction he feels when he fixes the porch step. once abandoned, once a nuisance, and now it functions as intended. he feels the same kind of thing when he rips up the stained carpet, and he feels it again when he watches the seeds of the thyme leaves grow as they rest in a pot above the sink.

things once forgotten serve a purpose. with effort, they can be used again. they don't have to be replaced, they can be open anew, they can live again and breathe deeper and see through the lens of a different perspective.

when you climb the porch steps the first time, he thinks about the board that doesn't wobble any longer. when the door shuts behind you for the first time and you take off your boots, he thinks about the new carpet that warms your toes now.

and when you lay next to him for the first time, under the covers of the bed he's made, he reaches over and slips a few fingers around your wrist, thumbing at the base of it and swallowing hard when he feels the pulse of your heartbeat. it beats, warm and steady, to a beat familiar, one he knows. his heart has not been hiding under thick bone and the tar of his own blood.

it's here now. under your skin. and now it's home.

[bejeweledblondie]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons

A/N: these are loosely inspired from real life experiences I’ve had living on a military base, these men have a on & off switch it’s crazy

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW

• Simon first saw you while he was in the States for a training exercise, he was out at one of the local bars with some of the other soldiers he was with

• Soap had actually asked for your number first & since he was so intoxicated you turned him down

• Simon apologized for Soap & that’s how you met

• he did have a heart attack when he found out there was a bit of a age gap between you two but quickly got over it when he realized how mature you were

• it was a long distance relationship at first (from personal experience it sucks in the beginning)

• there were times when he couldn’t talk due to the risk of potentially exposing his teams location so you had to write letters every now & then

• you cried constantly whenever you saw some horrific news in the paper about what was going on overseas, the anxiety was awful

• but when he returned the reunions were euphoric

• you have a bottle of his cologne & aftershave so you can always feel close to him

• and you’d spray your perfume on the letters you sent so he couldn’t always smell the paper when he was missing you

• it took him sometime to open up to you about what had happened to him in his past, & your respected that

• when he first met your family, he was shocked by all the support he had received from them

• he asked your parents to marry you the first time he met them & showed them the ring too (ofc they said yes)

• he proposed to you in private after a nice dinner, he got choked up during the proposal

• your dad specifically was elated, he got to brag at how bad ass his son in law is

• your mom if she’s a teacher, had her entire class send cards, candy, anything they’d need in care packages Soap nearly cried when he opened the sweetest letter from a little girl (this actually happened irl my mom’s class did this & one guy got really choked up)

• Simon always would be your fiercest protector

• since he’s like an freakin tree he will guide your head with his bear paw of a hand in crowds

•he CANNOT sit with his back facing the door it stresses him out

•this man is strapped 24/7 whether that be a knife, bear spray etc. he’s ready

•he has a trauma kit in his car because “you never know”

•Simon is 1000% one of those apocalypse preppers you have freeze dried food, medicine, water, etc. he’s always on edge

• he sleeps with a damn rifle next to y’all’s bed

• you have a whole security system too

• your guy’s apartment is impeccable like you could eat off of the floor

• hell your guy’s bed has damn hospital corners

• Simon adopted a cat so you don’t feel as lonely when he’s deployed

• He’s your chonky boy & you do send plenty of photos to Simon when he’s deployed

• Gaz & Soap tease him about him living his “cat dad” life

• you start trying for a baby two years into your marriage

• Simon does fall victim to the “curse of the infantry” (which is not a negative thing btw it’s a running joke that infantry soldiers have all daughters) he makes girls

• he was deployed during your pregnancy & was worried sick he nearly missed the birth of your daughter

• that little girl is the most well protected baby in the whole world, the Task Force gifted him not just baby stuff but damn security for the nursery

• He watches your baby from his phone in the nursery on deployment, he was silently crying once when he was watching you sing a lullaby to your baby girl

•Price had to comfort him father to father

•In reality Simon has a very hard cold exterior at work for the sake of keeping his mental health for the profession he’s in but deep down he’s always held a soft spot & your relationship just brings it out

✨NSFW ✨

• there is a big size difference between you two & it drives him insane

• the first time y’all had together he didn’t want to break you in half

• when he returns from deployment y’all go at it like rabbits for multiple rounds, your poor pussy was so sore afterwards

• has a massive corruption & daddy kink

• he’s an ass man I don’t make the rules here so any position where your ass if the focal point is his favorite

• y’all have made so many sex tapes for him when he’s deployed, he has a whole folder on his phone & jerks off to them in the bathroom or the porta potty (it’s a canon event, trust me) to them

• he lets your cockwarm him constantly when you’re on the couch, when he’s working, hell y’all had even fallen asleep like that

• I know people say he has a Prince Albert piercing but alas per army regulation that is safety risk I think it’s more likely he’d use a cock ring on you

• during a military ball you two snuck off & fucked in a supply closet

• he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room after seeing you in your gown, it was red his favorite color

• and he just looked so fucking good in his dress uniform, that was the night you totally conceived your baby girl

• he groans into your ear when he cums & he’ll use his body to just eclipse yours

• “one more baby girl” & “c’mon pretty girl use your words tell me what you want”

• is a sucker for babydoll lingerie it brings your innocence & triggers his corruption kink

• moral of the story Simon Riley fucks

[thenightwolf51]

"Danny was born a Wayne" AU except he's Bruce's grand uncle. The result of a one time drunken affair, shortly before Kenneth Wayne's death, to a young unmarried woman who gave the baby up for adoption.

(Whether the Fenton's, and therefore Amity, were just ahead of their times or the DC timeline is shifted a bit so that DP happens in its cannon era is up to you. Dealers choice, though now that i know about her i just love badass widowed prohibition leader Laura Elizabeth Wayne)

Danny grows up knowing hes adopted and loved by the Fentons but something (dealer's choice) happens and he loses his family and friends (maybe the whole town goes too?). In an attempt to avoid a Dan situation he flees into the Infinite Realm and doesn't stop.

He just wanders, time passes in its weird Realms way, not that Danny truly notices. A protector spirit thats lossed everything it protected. Its a wonder he doesn't fade and he actually might've if it wasn't for his human side.

But its a tug at his core that brings him from his near catatonic wandering. Gone before he can even understand it but enough to shake him back to himself. Enough to know that hes nowhere near ready to go anywhere familiar so he continues on, his wandering no less pointless but at least he's aware again.

What feels like a relatively short time later he gets another tug, and this time he manages to follow it.

He follows it invisibly through a natural portal that drops him somewhere in New Jersey and all the way to a fancy hospital room in the gloomiest city he's ever seen.

In there he sees his half brother Patrick Wayne, though he wont figure out their connection for a few more years, holding little Agatha. She's adorable in her little dress and pigtails and her sweet face causes that familiar tug he recognizes from what must have been six years ago given the girls age.

Then a nurse comes in and hands a little bundle to what must be the mother (whos name i cant find) and Danny takes one look at the little core tugger who brought him here and just melts. Even without knowing yet that this is his last remaining family, his instincts latch on and he vows to protect and care for the Waynes.

And he does.

He finds his forgetful brother's documents and keeps Aggy company when everyone else is busy and soothes baby Thomas so his poor sister-in-law can get some more sleep. He ices fevers and bruised knees and helps on later games of hide and seek.

He very rarely becomes visible and only to the children. His grief over the Fenton's convinces him its better to protect his new family from the shadows.

Danny explores every inch of the manor, including secret passages and an underground cave system. He claims a forgotten room in the back of the attic as his own, which over the years fill up with knickknacks, heirlooms, and pictures of the family. Even a gift or two from Agatha, who hadn't stopped believing in their shadowy guardian like her brother did when Danny felt they were too old to see him without drawing suspicion.

The manor becomes his haunt and he always knows where each family member is within it. And when any guests have some no good intentions.

And when baby Bruce is born tugging at his core and with the bluest little eyes, he welcomes the fussy little thing. And makes sure dear Martha never knows just how fussy baby Bruce really is, otherwise she might've never had a full nights sleep.

Danny blames himself for not being there when Thomas and Martha die, and promises to never leave Bruces side, practically becoming the boy's living shadow. Watching over him as he gets older, secretly aiding him in his training. Danny feels a bit of pride when Bruce takes some inspiration from the old stories Thomas told him of the shadowy Wayne family protector when creating his Batman identity, glad his nephew still remembers him even if he hasn't shown himself since the now young man was six.

Danny continues to protect and care for the family in a variety of ways over the years even as the family grows.

Lightening Alfred's workload, softening Dick's falls, calming Jason's temper both pre and post pit, hiding Tim's coffee when the boy hasn't slept in far too long, providing plenty of shadows and hiding nooks for Cass, helping Damian hide the litter of kittens he found.

And no one seems to know he's there, except maybe Cass and he's pretty sure Alfred has been know since he first started working for the family. No one knows, that is, until Duke Thomas moves in and lookes right at him watching invisibly from the sidelines.

(@omnicrafts @dcxdpdabbles @hdgnj @ailithnight @nelkcats @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 i dont know, the main point of all this is that Danny's been protecting the Wayne family for decades and no one, except maybe Alfred, knew until Duke moved in)

[m0nsterqzzz]

(wife) Natasha Romanoff x reader

word count: 1.8 k

- Snow Day -

summary - snow days with your wife and kids

a/n - ahhhhhh i love snow and natasha.

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The moment Natasha jumps on top of you at 7am is the moment you decide to divorce her. 

Not seriously, but you did threaten to as she shook your body and practically screamed, “It’s snowing detka!” You opened one eye and sure enough, there was ice frost covering the outside of your bedroom windows and you could see snow covering the trees. 

“That’s nice honey. Now go back to bed.” She shakes her head, jumping off the bed and yelling as loud as she can- which is pretty fucking loud if you didn’t know-, “Kids! It’s snowing!”

Just like Natasha, your kids love the snow more than anything. Probably more than they love you. It's a few seconds before the cheering begins, and then your oldest sons come running into your room and jump onto the bed. “Wake up! Wake up!” Lev, the oldest, practically screams in your face, and then Andy- short for Anthony-, the middle child, lays his whole body weight on top of you. He’s fourteen years old, only two years younger than his older brother and eight years older than their little sister, but after years of working out with Natasha, he’s very strong and putting his whole body weight on top of you means basically cutting off your ability to breathe.

The sound of little footsteps entering the room makes you all stop, and Lena, your six year old daughter and youngest child, enters the room with her stuffed monkey in hand and crawls into the bed next to you. She loves the snow, but she also loves sleep just like you.

“Come here принцесса.” Lev mutters, grabbing his little sister from the bed and holding her in his arms. Her big brothers are her protectors, and if you and Natasha aren’t there to treat her like a princess, her brothers are.

“You wanna build a snowman little spider?” Andy asks, tickling her stomach as a method of waking her up. She giggles, a tired grin taking over her face as she looks out the window. “Snow day?” “Snow day Lena.” She nods, suddenly much more awake as she climbs out of his arms and back onto the bed. You think she's coming back to cuddle with you, but you should know by the devilish grin on her face- one very similar to your wifes- that is not true. She stands up on the bed, then lets her small body free fall onto yours. Was naming her after your sister in law (the one that totally did this shit to you a few months ago) a good idea? Probably not.

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And that's how you ended up gathering up all the scarfs in the house, which only turned out to be 4. Luckily, one of them was really long so you and Natasha can share it once you get outside. While the kids are in their rooms putting on thousands of layers, Natasha is in a tank top and leggings like she's about to go out on a run in the summertime. “Natalia. Where is your sweater? Sorry I meant, where are your sweaters? Plural because it’s fudging freezing outside.” 

She shrugs, continuing to make six cups of hot chocolate despite it being 7 in the morning. You chuckle. “The kids only need one cup each Nat.” She nods, looking down at the cups with a nervous smile. “I know…..three of these are for me.”

You grab a few sweaters for her, forcing her to put them on and then standing in front of her holding in a laugh at the now balloon shaped form of your wife. “You look um….you look amazing honey.” She can't see you considering the beanie going down to her nose and scarf up to about the same place but she can hear you searching through your pockets for your phone. “I know what you’re doing! Do I look stupid to you detka?”

“Yes….and this is going on the Avengers Christmas card.” You snap the photo, running away from her when she begins waddling towards you. 

You go stand out on the porch with her, waiting for your kids to come out and join you in the cold. Why they love the freezing temperatures will always be a mystery to you. When they come out, each kid is handed one cup of hot chocolate that they pull down their scarves to chug. They boy’s aren't too big as they’ve grown a lot over the years since you bought the pieces of fabric, but the new one you bought for Lena when winter season started is practically covering her whole head and Natasha has to pull it down in order to see the little girl's bright smile.

You take your seat at one of the rocking chairs you and your wife bought for your wrap around porch, piling several blankets over your lap and watching with a smile as the kids- that's including Natasha- run out into the chilly forest. When Lev was two years old and you had first adopted the few month old baby Andy, Natasha retired from her job as an Avenger and bought you and your kids a large piece of property and a big house. The land is filled with trees that kids spend evenings placing hide and seek in, and in the summer they go horseback riding with their mom. Natasha takes care of all the animals that live around the property and in the barn, and you spend days doing whatever you wish whether it's helping her or staying inside the house relaxing with the kids.

A snowball flies past your head, and you look up to glare at your wife. “Hey! Why are you looking at me? Look at them!” The redhead points to the kids, who stare at her bewilderment. “You know what? Fuck this.” You mutter, removing the blankets from your lap and running out into the snow. You form a snowball, hiding with your kids behind a stack of hay that Natasha left out the other day. Your wife was an Avenger, a spy, and a shield agent. That's all true. But you live with her. It’s not too hard to pick up on her habits. 

You can hear her crunchy footprints coming up behind the hay, but the kids have already formed even more snowballs so you hold up three fingers, slowly putting each on down until you have zero left. They all jump up, practically yelling war cries as they hit their mother with snowball after snowball. You take this chance to run into the forest nearby, hiding behind a tree with several snowballs in hand.

Once they run out of snowballs and the laughter dies down a bit, you sneak out from behind the tree and begin throwing the snow at the back of your wife. The children laugh, but she turns to you with a devil-like grin and you instantly know you’re in deep shit. “Okay Nat….Nat….our kids are watching. They can't see me go like this.” You dramatically tell her, only bringing more giggles out of your kids. 

“Get her mom!” Lev cheers, and your eyes widen as you look at him in mock offense. 

“Whose side are you on kid?” You ask. He shrugs, holding up another snowball and throwing it at Natasha's head.

“Neither. Every man for themselves!” He sprints into the forest, Andy close behind him and Lena standing out in the open with no snowballs in hand. 

Natasha grins at her, opening her arms for a hug. “Come here and give me a hug, little spider.” The six year old narrows her eyes at the Russian woman before sprinting after her brothers, but Natasha is already forming four snowballs when the little girl gets to the edge of the tree line.

You watch with a grimace as your wife throws each snowball at the back of the little girl, and the force of the snow makes Lena fall face first into a pile of coldness. You smack Natasha’s arm. “Natalia! She’s six years old!”

The redhead just laughs, turning her back to the forest as she grins at you. “She's my daughter. She can handle a couple snowballs to the face.” While she was defending letting her child get hypothermia, Lev and Andy were sneaking up behind her, each with a large pile of snow in their arms.

“Um….Nat-” You start with a giggle, but it's too late and the boys are lifting up the piles to drop them on top of her head. It breaks over her head, falling down in front and behind her like snow and leaving it all over her head and shoulders. “That was for Lena!” Andy yells and then they take back off to the forest, Natasha not far behind.

A few hours later, you watch as Natasha and the kids come back out of the forest, and then plop down in the snow with erratic breathing. You get up from your seat on the porch, walking onto the cold field and then laying down in it right next to your wife.

It's silent for a few minutes, but then the sound of shuffling begins. You look to your side to see Natasha moving her arms and legs, forming an angel looking shape in the snow. You all spread out a little before copying her movements. So that's what you guys do for like three minutes, before standing up and admiring your guy’s work. There are five different sized angels in the snow, the perfect replicas of you and your family.

“Mama. I’m cold.” With a small smile, Nat grabs her by her under arms and hoists her up on her shoulders. 

“I think that calls for more hot cocoa.” “Tasha-” You go to tell her that they’ve already had too much sugar and that Lena is practically shaking due to a sugar high, but she’s making her way into the house with the boys trailing behind her before you can say anything. You chuckle to yourself, following after them.

She’s already grabbing the packets of cocoa powder once you get inside, and the boys settle themselves on the couch as you snatch them from her. She groans, sending you her best pout. You've been married to her for a very long time though and rarely fall for that anymore. “No. They can have something else.” The redhead widens her eyes, trying to put on a puppy dog's face that has you laughing harder than you ever had.

“Fine.” You’re not going to tell her that the only reason you said yes is because Lena was doing the face too. The little girls were much cuter. They cheer, beginning to heat up some milk to put in the hot drink as you go sit down on the couch with your boys. 

Natasha and Lena join you guys, the older of the two sitting behind you on the couch so you can lay your back on her chest, and the boys let their little sister choose a movie which is why you end up watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Your wife isn’t focused on the movie though. She’s admiring you, how you chuckle at the funny parts as your eyes sparkle with joy.

Snow days are her favorite thing, but it’ll never compare to you.

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[mustainegf]

I was craving some sheriff James, he’s such a sweetheart (PLS REQUEST MORE FOR HIMMM)

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Beads of sweat cover my skin, then I awake with a start and heave in air smothered by pure terror. The nightmare still decorated on his chest, outlaws dragging him back and their laughter in the form of bullets were much too real way too close.

I shook off the terror just in time for James to pull me into his arms. I shivered at his body heat, and though it burned away some of the terror I was still shaking. He didn't speak, but merely held me against him, to his naked chest. The calloused hand brushed away my hair in trying to calm the storm blending inside it.

"Shh, darlin', you're safe," he whispered.

I tucked my face into the side of his neck, inhaling a familiar scent, sweat and leather with an echo of woods he had hunted through for years. The scent kept me rooted, soothed. The nightmare released its grip but my body was still trembling Slower, James rocked me back into his chest. Hot skin, that steady, synchronizing lullaby of his heart with my breath calming me down.

"It's all right. No one's gonna hurt ya, not while I'm around.."

I pressed my head into him, absorbing his words. No drifter, nobody on this Earth would ever fight between us. James another was all and my savings grace, the love of my life and so much more. His short scruffy silver hair brushed my forehead as he dropped his chin, steel blue eyes awash with worry.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I just…it felt so real."

He was chuckling softly and he kissed me at that, his mustache tickling my forehead. "Nothin' to be sorry 'bout. All of us have fears, no matter how brave we are."

His arms were still wrapped around me, holding me protectively. His body was hard and firm against me. I looked to him with eyes full of tears. He had the touch of an outlaw, with lines at the edges of his eyes from years in law enforcement. The sun had given him a tan and his beard colored silver made the man more handsome than many of those in town. In other words, the age never did really matter between us. To me, he was my husband, my protector, my sheriff.

His chest rose and fell again, just as it had always done; I let his rhythm suck me into tranquility. He advanced, his lips on my forehead again… brushing to put back a lock of hair behind an ear. He whispered almost inaudibly. “You're safe... No one is gonna harm you while I'm around… Not my woman."

His thick hands drew reassuring circles on my warm back with the rocking motion. The nightmare weakened, feeling the ghost of outlaws long gone. All I cared about was James, his heart, the way he felt against me.

He inhaled, exhaling heavily and let out a whistle. "So good darlin'," he whispered after another minute of silence "Don't you forget that."

Smiling softly against his chest, his words were serving as solace more than he could ever understand. He had always made me feel like no harm could reach me, that with him by my side I was indestructible.

I whispered, "L-Love you," and let the weariness take me.

Then his hands guided me back onto the bed. Cool sheets lay against my back but his warmth never left mine. He came beside me in bed, snuggled up beside me with his arms gently tugging on the covers and pulled me against him again. His long legs tucked into mine and he wrapped himself amongst me, pulling me close.

His warm breath danced on the ear with a whisper “sleep now”

I closed my eyes, and I allowed him to engulf me. Muscular arms held me. The nightmare had vanished, a long distance memory.

I snuggled against his chest and laid my palm where I could feel his heartbeat. He left one final kiss on my forehead before sliding down next to me, relaxed though attentive. His body draped over mine had been an indescribable comfort.

I mumbled sleepily, “ I would be lost without you…”

"You have me..." he whispered in return squeezing my hand with his. I drifted off to the sounds of his voice in my ear, silken against a backdrop of dark.

Right now, it was quiet. No nightmare could come to reach me with James at my side, and no outlaw, either.

[sarnai4]

For the Crimes Of...

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on Greek mythology. I have some projects where I wanted to learn more about them, so I did research, but that's it. What I'm using here is from a mix of tales I've read. I'm very open to discussion and learning more about them if anybody wants to do that in the comments/reblogs! This is just a little something I thought of. Blame crime TV shows like Law and Order, but I wanted to rank the younger set of Olympus siblings from most crimes committed against women and children to least. I'm not even tackling the older set because I wouldn't know to put Zeus or Poseidon at the top. So, let's begin:

Hermes. The messenger god is accused of harassment, enlisting the aid of Arglauros to seduce her sister, Herse, then turning Arglauros to stone when she tried to prevent this from happening. He is also charged with several cases of sexual assault, including but not limited to stealing Aphrodite's sandal, then assaulting her when she went to look for it; using a substance to put Princess Chione to sleep before assaulting her; and pursuing Apemosyne, then blocking her path to slow her down so that he could assault her. He is also charged with pedophilia for engaging in the ancient practice of pederasty, which involves the abduction, grooming, and statutory rape of a minor.

Apollo. Although credit must be given to Apollo for respecting consent when given an outright no, he is charged with harassment to the extent that it led to women ending their own lives to escape his advances. Fortunately, he was a protector of children and taught them without requiring any sexual favors in return. Unfortunately, he is still charged with the kidnapping of Melia. He is also accused of sexual assault against Dryope with whom he engaged in sexual activity while in the form of a snake.

Artemis. The goddess of hunting has not used her temples as a way to protect virgins. In some stories, she is charged with abandonment of Callisto, a victim of sexual assault, who was turned away for no longer being a virgin or turned into a bear. In other cases, she accidentally killed Callisto after the woman was turned into a bear or made Callisto into a constellation. Artemis was able to protect her mother, Leto, from attempted assault; however, she is charged with aiding and abetting a sexual assault with Nemesis and Eros against the woman, Aura, who thought Artemis was too beautiful to be believable as a virgin. Artemis is also charged with felony animal cruelty on Polyphonte, a former follower of Artemis who had been sexually assaulted. Artemis then had the mortal get attacked by animals. In an odd attempt to help a follower, Arethusa, she turned the girl into a spring.

Hephaestus. The crafter god is sometimes accused of the attempted assault of Athena. Thankfully, this never is successful. He could be ranked lower, but finding himself a wife through the imprisonment of his mother is not a consensual way to have a marriage.

Dionysus. Depending on the evidence, I would like to defend Dionysus as a victim of coercion. This would be under the assumption that an altered state of awareness against his will caused him to behave in aggressive ways. If this is not true and Eros's arrow was not the cause of his actions, then Dionysus is charged with drug-facilitated sexual assault on Aura (or Nicaea, also depending on the version), to whom he secretly gave wine before performing the assault. Outside of this, the rest of his relationships seem consensual.

Athena. No accounts have been found of the goddess of wisdom aiding and abetting, condoning, or being directly involved in the assault of another individual. She did however turn Arachne into a spider for justifiably calling attention to the cruelty of the immortals, but as a symbol of freedom, it aligns with her beliefs to mostly help victims. She even honored the brutal murder of a follower of hers by turning the corpse into a myrtle or olive tree. Athena adopted the young Erichthonios, taking him under her wing when he had no one else. Sadly, her way of helping victims is slightly impractical. An example of this is turning Corone into a crow so that she would not be pursued by sexual predators. Another time was when she turned Medusa into a gorgon to prevent her from being attacked again. Although an argument can be made that the goddess is helping, the women might not be overly receptive to her aid when the cost is their humanity.

Ares. The god of war is on the bottom of this for a simple reason. Not only have no accounts been found of him committing sexual assault, but he also defends the victims while going after the perpetrators. Depending on the version, he either avenged the assault of his daughter, Aclippe, or prevented it altogether. Similarly, when Hera and Artemis were being relentlessly pursued by the Aloadae, he fought to protect them both. He does aid Aphrodite in her adultery, but he has not taken her by force nor have his other partners been unwilling to be with him. It is worth mentioning as well that Sparta's legal age of marriage was between 20 and 18-year-olds, a far more practical age gap between husbands and wives than the common younger wives with older husbands. Women were also able to manage their own properties, compete in sports, and leave home whenever they wanted.

(Had to edit this because I was reminded of Artemis and Apollo killing a horde of children and Hephaestus just isn't as mean as that.)

[wickjump]

I heard thoe like Hypersomnia? Could that be true?

*quietly slides a yapping card across the table

takes your yapping card and adds it to my probably not all that legal collection of yapping cards. pleasure doing business

that it IS!!!!!!!!! (for those who don’t know, hypersomnia is ink x error x dream poly). anyway I LOVE HYPERSOMNIA. so much so that i was the one to coin the ship name hypersomnia and then became incredibly obnoxious about it ever since.

i think theyre perfect in every way. to me the initial appeal came from loving drink and errorink equally and being a fan of insomnia so why not smash em together? and then i looked deeper into it and Yes i love them.

my biggest propaganda for them is the fact that with hypersomnia, palette, pj, and gradient can exist as siblings without ink being divorced or a shitty dad, both of which im not a fan of. but then we go outside of ship kid territory and think about them and they work SO WELL THERE TOO.

the dynamic feels equal. dream and ink provide physical touch for each other so error doesn’t feel pressured, dream and error provide the romantic feelings for each other while ink is aro, and ink and error both can’t be read feelings-wise because ink has no soul and while not canon I like to think error’s soul is to corrupted for Dream to get a read on, so he feels that they’re not dating him for his aura and rather for him as a person.

and they’re FUN. and lowkey domestic in a sense too like. dream and error bond over spanish tv while ink draws them both so he keeps quiet during the show and doesn’t ramble on. dream listening to both his partners rant on about things they like while he just sits and listens with a genuine smile. movie nights? all the time. they share a big bed, but error’s part is sectioned off with pillows so he feels comfortable, though on days it feels too suffocating he sleeps in a hammock in the room. dream is injured in battle? don’t worry his husbands are the protector of universes and destroyer of worlds. ink is canonically a pretty lonely character—and while he doesn’t mind it per se, nobody ever sees his art. but now he’s got not one but TWO partners to look at his drawings!!!

AND INKS DADS!!!!!!! ASTER AND TOP HAVE TWO SONS IN LAWS!!!!!!!!! and they are SO supportive and they love dream and error and are very happy ink found people that love him for his weirdness and not ‘in spite of it’.

truce or modern au? nightmare does Not Like Them, on the contrary. and it’s funny. hijinks ensue. passive/uncorrupted or otherwise, he does not like them for one reason or another. thinks they have bad intentions, just doesn’t think they’re right, bad influences, or maybe he’s just scared he’ll lose dream and be alone. NIGHTMARE ANGST. YOU GUYS LIKE THAT RIGHT???????

need more appeal? just take whatever you like about drink, errorink, and insomnia and mash it together CAUSE THATS WHAT THEY ARE!!!!!! they are SOULMATES. TRUST ME they said so themselves.

literally any au version or interpretation only furthers the appeal. dream has wings? error uses his feathers in his dolls to make doll-dream’s wings ‘accurate’, and ink uses them in art (plus group preening, and error likes touching Dream’s fallen feathers bc he sorta knows how Dream feels now even if they’ve never/hardly touched).

fgod error/fgoc ink? dream is supportive of both of them and sympathizes with their roles (iirc dreamtale operates in a world where error’s job is necessary and not out of insanity so this is accurate too).

shattered dream and emotionless ink? great they can be 3 evil fucked up boyfriends because error is flexible like that and i like a bit of evil every so often.

it’s all great. they’re perfect. and they’re SO sweet to each other and they absolutely garden together. and every day past 6pm they sit down in the living area and error crochets/sews while ink draws and dream. aw fuck i forgot what dream does but he does some creative thing. whatever. and they take care of their kids together and they’re the BEST dads to EVER EXIST!!!!!!!! and they’re perfect and they love each other and they have rings with gems that they picked out cause they’re married. ok i know you wanted me to yap but this is too long SORRY!!!!!!!!HOPE U ENJOYED IG??

[lynn-w3st]

MK1: Babysitting 101

Pairing: MK1 various x child reader (platonic)

Summary: Your parents left to a business trip and left you in the care of your uncle Johnny. Let’s just say everyone wants to adopt you.

Content: (Y,N) is a polite child, Protective Johnny, Fluff and Cute moments.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/lynn-w3st/734299278669938688/mk1-babysitting-101-part-2

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You were sleeping peacefully in your guest bedroom that your uncle Johnny prepared for you as you were staying with him until your parents came back from their business trip.

However, it seems your beauty sleep has been interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. Being only ten years old, you decided to investigate the noise as you pick up your favorite stuff penguin and made your way out the guest bedroom towards the stairs that led to the living room of your uncle’s mansion.

Upon descending down the stairs, you witness your uncle tying up a tuxedo man (Kenshi) in a chair. “ Uncle John.” You said as your uncle and the tuxedo man turn their attention to you. Despite coming here to retake Sento, Kenshi stared at you with an expression of curiosity.

Your uncle quickly stood up and walk towards you. “ Hey kiddo why are you awake? Did you have a nightmare again.” He said softly. Johnny Cage is known to be a cocky and arrogant man but when it comes to little you, he’s a big softy and spoils you. You shook your head as you hug Mr. Bubbles close to you and stared at him.

“ I miss mom and dad, can I stay with you for a while here.” You said as Johnny winced as he didn’t want you to see a random man tied up. He definitely didn’t want your mother to scold and murder him for letting you witness him having a random guy in his mansion tied up.

Johnny let out a sigh as he pick you up and place you on the sofa and wrap a comfy blanket around you to keep you warm. “ Don’t tell your mother about this.” He said in a shaky tone as he didn’t want to face his sister’s angry wrath.

You chuckled as you did a zip motion against your lips. “ I won’t uncle John.” You said as your uncle chuckled and ruffled your fringe bangs. He went back to take a seat in front of the man in the chair as they resume their conversation.

The sound of the doorbell rang as you notice that your uncle was still talking to the man. It seems he didn’t hear the doorbell rang, so being a curious child, you decided to answer it.

Your tiny hand opens the door to reveal three tall men standing before you. Two of the men were dress as ninjas and held a serious look.

“ Good evening, Johnny- oh hell there young one.” Liu Kang said softly as you stared up at him and titled your head a bit side ways.

The ninja man in yellow couldn’t help but found your expression adorable as the ninja man in blue held a tiny amuse expression. You continue to stare at the men as your uncle came over.

He covered your ears so you wouldn’t have to hear him swear as Johnny once learn that lesson the hard by his sister-in-law who scold him.

“ What in the actual fuck.” Johnny said as he uncovered your ears and held your tiny hand. “ Goodevening Johnny Cage. I’am Lord Liu Kang. Protector of Earthrealm. May we enter.”

“ Hey kiddo why don’t you go back to bed. You’re probably tired.” Your uncle said as he turn to face you. You tighten your grip on his hand and shook your head, he let out a sigh.

Your uncle then stared at the two men behind Liu Kang as he let out a chuckled and turn to face you before turning back. “ Sure come on in.” He said as he allowed the three men in.

Uncle Johnny pick you up and gently place you back into the sofa before making his way towards where the three men were standing.

“ Kenshi Takahashi. Your actions this evening do you no good.” Liu Kang said to the man tied up who is known as Kenshi. You watch from the sofa as the yellow ninja man glance at you.

You continue to watch as your uncle Johnny spoke to the random strangers. You often wondered if you should’ve had stayed with your babysitter today instead of your uncle’s.

The sound of glass breaking caught your attention as you saw uncle Johnny be thrown across the room. “ Uncle Johnny!” You yelled.

Liu Kang frown as he motion for Kuai Liang to check on you. The yellow ninja man made his way to you. Being only eight years old, you got off from the sofa and took a step back in fear and curled up in a corner with your stuff toy.

Your eyes began to watered and let out a sniff, which cause Kuai Liang to freeze in fear. He didn’t mean to make you scared as he knelt down and offered his hand out to you.

“ It’s ok.” He said in a gentle tone hoping to ease your fear as he means you no harm. Kuai Liang couldn’t help but feel protective of you.

He wanted nothing more than to protect you as he once did in a previous timeline where he and his brother witness your tragic death.

You stared at the man as you place your shaky hand onto his warm hand. Kuai Liang softly smiled as he stood up and held your hand.

He couldn’t help but softly tighten his grip on you as he was afraid that you’ll fade away from him. Kuai Liang stared at your innocent eyes.

“ Come little one.” He said and led you towards Liu Kang as Bi-Han held a deadly stare with you with a mixture of curiosity and interest in them.

“ I’m sorry for the intrusion young one. We did not mean to frighten you with our presences.” He said softly as he knelt into one knee to show you that he means no harm. You wipe your tears and gave him a bright innocent smile.

Liu Kang felt his heart shatter as he knew that in previous timeline you were a Lin Kuei and your death made the brothers devastated.

You let go of Kuai Liang’s hand which cause him to frown a bit as you then held Liu Kang’s hand. The fire god smiled and stood up.

“ It’s ok and is my uncle going to be ok.” You said as Liu Kang nodded and ruffled your hair.

A groan was heard as your uncle stood up and dusted himself. He scoff in disbelief as he saw his favorite masterpiece broken into pieces.

“ That was my achuli. One of a kind. And get your hands away from my niece.” He said as Bi Han and Kuai Liang got into fighting stances.

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“ And scene! I hope your insure cause you’re going to pay for my hichuli!” Johnny said as Sub Zero and Scorpion stood up. “ Imbecile! You have no idea with whom you’re dealing!”

Sub Zero said angrily as Liu Kang had enough of this behavior. “ ENOUGH!” He yelled as his body light up on fire for a bit which cause you to jump in fear. Johnny notice and pick you up.

Soon everything cease as your uncle gently soothed you as Kenshi was released from his captivity as Kuai Liang stood behind you and stared at you with a curious expression. Your eyes became tired and let out a sleepy yawn.

The pyromancer chuckled softly as he took every fiber in his body to not pinch your soft cheeks or hold you in his arms as he once did in a previous timeline. If only he knew the truth.

“ You both have been chosen to join its champion.” Liu Kang said walking towards him. His eyes settled on to your sleeping form and soften. “ Why him? Or me for that matter?”

“ Because I have faith that you will rise to the challenge. And your service will change the arcs of your lives.” Liu Kang said as Johnny side eye at Kenshi and then look at your sleeping form.

“ I can’t just leave my niece by herself. But I don’t want her to be part of this.” Johnny said as he definitively going to be murder by his sister. “ She can stay in the fire temple. It will be a safe place for her to be in.” Liu Kang offered as he found himself attached to little you.

Johnny Cage was hesitant as he let out a sigh and he didn’t have no other choice. He just hopes that his sister-in-law never find out about this. Kuai Liang felt a sense of deja vu when he saw you sleeping against Johnny’s shoulder.

“ Very well we shall make our destination back. Johnny Cage it would be wise if you gave young (Y,N) to Kuai Liang.” Liu Kang said as Kuai was surprised and confused as Bi-Han glared.

“ No my niece is staying close to me. I don’t trust these two.” Johnny said as Bi-Han scoff as he didn’t see why this child was so important.

Liu Kang frown as he understood but he had hope that maybe you are the key to fixing and helping the situation of the three brothers. He knew that in do time, you will soon discover who you were in previous timelines.

The fire god open a portal that leads to the academy as he will make sure that your faith doesn’t end up like your past self. You were just a innocent little girl with no knowledge of how cruel the world is. He hopes to keep it that way.

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Note: So I actually thought about this funny scenario at work and especially when I replayed that scene in the game. Hope you guys enjoy this random one shot that I made.

I’m so sorry if Kuai Liang was written a bit off as you know I tried my best with this. Also, please message me if you have any questions for me.

[redlilith5]

DC X PJO

They say Gotham city is the most cursed city in the world and they wouldn't be wrong. What they are missing is the fact that it is also the most blessed city in the world by divine interventions. You see back when Gotham was being built some of the Gods needed a place to hang out and or use as neutral ground that wasn't Olympus. With a dart an a map it landed in a recently built city called Gotham. And thus years, decades and centuries passed by with the Gods using the city as a neutral mortal ground for whatever business or hangouts they had. This had the repercussion of curses and blessing from almost the entire Greek Pantheon cover the city and make it the city that it is today. Some of the Gods and their blessings/curses are as follows:

Dionysus: spread madness that caused the creating of the Joker, Harley, Mad Hatter, etc. Religious ecstasy and ritual madness that made Gotham have the most recorded (and unrecorded) cults in the entire world. He is also at fault for the dramatics of the mortals (theater), alcoholism and addiction.

Ares: Bloodlust, war, anger you name it and he spread it. Gotham is know for having the most wars occur in the span of 10 years. He is also a protector of woman and encourages/blesses the bats and birds on this aspect as well as provide women with the anger and strength to fight for themselves.

Athena: Also a war goddess but she also has a big hand in the education, architecture and had a hand at making the Court of Owls. Who Knows what her intentions where.

Apollo: He and Athena worked together as he is the God of Knowledge. Gotham city is the perhaps one of Apollos favorite cities because that's where he gets to let his darker side out the most. Diseases', chemical warfare the constant hunting of others. He made so many diseases and have improved the immune system of the citizens so much that the phrase "Gothamites are a different species of humans" is actually rather true.

Zeus: He likes being dramatic with his constant rain and the weirdly timed thunder/lighting that makes the bats and birds entrance more dramatic and scary. He is also often there for his law and justice domains.

Hephaestus: With the villains often creating new weapons, contraptions, traps, etc. you can occasionally see him there but he mostly just stays in Wayne's Industries tech department.

Aphrodite: Doomed love, toxic love, lust, sex, fertility you name it. She is everywhere but she also likes it there because despite the city being how it is the Gothamites still love their city and their people.

Thanatos, Hypnos and Nix: The family likes the darkness and ambience the city provides. Hypnos likes the background noise for sleeping and he can spend time with his brother (God of Death, it's Gotham what can I say) and in his mothers deep deep darkness that envelopes the city.

SO MANY GODS! I have many more Gods and how they contribute to the Gotham of today but the list has already gotten quite extensive.

Because of how blessed/cursed the city is whenever a world ending/apocalypse type of situation happens Gotham always finds itself as the last city standing because of how many Gods have been protecting it. They will always be the last city to fall.

[rea-grimm]

Sleep Protector AU - intro, Masterlist

(This image was the inspiration for this AU)

From the beginning of the world, when humans appeared on earth, there were those among them who protected the weaker ones. Whether they were knights, ordinary people, or heroes who protected the weak from monsters or other people, there was a place where they could not help anyone.

Dream world. A magical world that differed from person to person. Someone was able to dream big, and for someone, little was enough. However, even dreams were not an oasis of safety.

Nightmares, fears, grievances, hatred and many other things managed to threaten this world. If a person could not dream then what was his life like. Who would be able to become the king of pirates, become the best swordsman, draw a map of the world or find all blue, if he could not dream of it?

And that's exactly why Sleep Protectors existed. Creatures that in our world looked like ordinary teddy bears that every child has at home. These protectors have been around as long as dreams and nightmares.

No one knows much about them, because mostly only Kids remember them. Although there are cases when others need their help as well.

The dream world is a vast place that doesn't follow any rules and can easily turn into chaos.

Everything is possible in dreams and one person may need the help of more than one protector.

Do you have trouble falling asleep? Choose your Sleep Protector...

Luffy

Ace

Sanji

Law

Mihawk

Zoro

Sabo

Shanks

Koby

Doflamingo

Nami

Robin

Kid

Enel

Hongo

Crocodile

One Piece Masterlist

[talonabraxas]

Vishnu Dreams the Universe Talon Abraxas

Lord Vishnu, the Hindu God of Preservation

Vishnu is regarded as a major god in Hinduism and Indian mythology. He is thought as the preserver of the universe, while two other major Hindu gods, Brahma and Shiva, are considered the creator and destroyer of the universe, respectively. Vishnu is described as being the color of clouds (dark- blue), four-armed, holding a lotus, mace, conch and chakra. In the Bhagavad Gita, Vishnu is also described as having a ‘Cosmic Form’ which is beyond the ordinary limits of human sense perception. As the preserver of the cosmos, Vishnu upholds the universal laws. Unlike Shiva, who often seeks refuge in the forest to meditate, Vishnu constantly participates in worldly affairs, ensuring that all is well.

When order prevails in the universe, Vishnu sleeps on the coils of Sesha (serpent), ruler of the Nagas. As Sesha floats along the cosmic ocean supporting Vishnu, the universe unfolds from Vishnu’s dream. But when there is disorder in the universe, Vishnu either mounts his vehicle, Garuda (eagle), and battles with the forces of chaos, or he sends one of his Avatars (incarnations) to save the world. It is believed that Vishnu would have ten such Avatars, the most popular being Rama and Krishna. The full list of ten Avatars is: the fish Matsya, the turtle Kurma, the boar Varaha, the man-lion Narasimha, the dwarf Vamana, the warrior-priest Parashurama, the prince Rama, the cowherd Krishna, the sage Buddha-Mayamoha, and the one yet to come, the horseman Kalki.

Vishnu is said to use both force and guile to ensure the stability of the universe. His consort Laxmi, Goddess of Wealth and Power, offers him the wherewithal to maintain the integrity of the world. Today, Lord Vishnu is one of the most highly revered deities. His name means “Pervader” and he is the symbol of sustaining goodness. In the epics, the Ramayana and the Mahabharata, he is glorified through the Avatars Rama and Krishna. Vishnu is invoked as the All-Pervading essence of all beings, who supports, sustains and governs the Universe. Lord Vishu symbolizes the strength to persevere and sustain the good in your life. May you have that Vishnu-inspired strength to sustain lasting goodness.

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ CG Law Oneshot ໒ ˚⁎

hii,,, !! can you bake Caregiver Law (one piece) one shots with a 3 - 5 year headspace boy ?

The Polar Tang cut silently through the depths of the ocean, its crew going about their duties with practiced efficiency. Trafalgar Law, captain of the Heart Pirates, was in his quarters, poring over medical texts. His focus was sharp, but not so sharp that he didn’t hear the soft knock at his door

"Come in" Law called out, already knowing who it was. The door creaked open, and a small figure shuffled in, clutching a well-loved blanket. It was you, regressed and seeking comfort

"Hey there, little one" Law greeted softly, his voice automatically shifting to a gentler tone. He marked his place in the book and set it aside, his full attention now on you. "What’s wrong ?"

You hesitated in the doorway, your big, round eyes darting nervously around the room. Despite how quiet and calm the submarine was, everything felt overwhelming in your small, regressed state. You didn’t need to say anything, Law could tell from the way you clung to your blanket and shuffled your feet that you were feeling vulnerable.

"Come here" Law beckoned, holding out his hand. His stern demeanor softened considerably when it came to you, and he was patient as you slowly made your way over to him

Once you were within reach, Law gently pulled you onto his lap, your small body fitting easily against his chest. You snuggled into him, clutching your blanket tightly. Law wrapped his arms around you, offering the secure, grounding presence that you so desperately needed. He knew that when you regressed like this, the world could seem big and scary, and his job was to make you feel safe.

"Did something scare you ?" Law asked, his voice a low, soothing rumble. You shook your head, but buried your face further into his chest. Law hummed thoughtfully, recognizing that you just needed to be close, to feel protected

"It’s okay, love" he murmured, rubbing your back in slow, calming circles. "I’ve got you"

He continued to hold you, occasionally whispering soft reassurances. The quiet hum of the submarine and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat were comforting, grounding you in the moment

After a while, Law noticed your eyes starting to droop, your grip on your blanket loosening as sleep began to take over. He carefully shifted you in his arms, making sure you were comfortable before leaning back slightly, allowing you to rest more fully against him.

"Do you want to stay here with me for a bit, sweetie ?" Law asked softly, though he already knew the answer. You nodded sleepily, a tiny yawn escaping your lips

"Alright," Law smiled faintly, brushing a hand through your hair. "Just rest, little one. I’ll be right here"

With that, you finally allowed yourself to fully relax, drifting off into a peaceful sleep. Law watched over you, his expression calm and serene. He might have been a pirate, a surgeon, and a strategist, but in these quiet moments, he was simply your protector, a role he found himself more than willing to embrace.

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[atwoodsfemalefantasy]

July 13, 2024

red

plumes of blood from your women

raped and gutted

plunders of war

plunders of "freedom"

white

cloaks and covers

to hide the bloodstained hands

to wear privilege like a right

on every thread of your hood

blue

for the uniforms of the protectors

liars-never to protect the people

only power

demand respect with their boot

stamped like a presidential seal

on the throat of our freedom

stars

we see each time

we are beaten,

stars

behind children's eyes

as the tear gas hits the pavement

stripes

all those lines ringing the cursed-flesh

of teenage girls

stripes

lines of masses, signs

shaming us for our bodies;

our rights

tell me, what is this country built on?

but lies

foundations paved with the bones

of your enslaved hordes, your

shackled women

raped, killed, lobotomized

while you scream of freedom

every stripe reeks of blood

every stars point is another cold-steeled gun

in the face of our petrified children

how can i stand for America?

with the corpses of my women underneath me?

how can i sing in crowds, the song

boasting of righteous violence

while protestors must stay quiet,

conforming?

that is

if i could even

find my voice

to sing

from where you ripped it from me

someday, my blood in veins

will grow weary of your death-preaches

and seep out of me,

call the gallons of mottled red

to rise,

and climb

into your throat to choke you at night

is my blood red enough for you?

is my face blue enough for you?

as i hold back my words for egos

and learn to smile?

is my skin white enough to not be painted with bullet wounds?

and if saying that freedom

means every goddamn one of us

the women who live despite your laws

the Black innocents sleeping in their own fucking homes

the "sluts" and the homeless

the trans people who live despite you

if saying we all deserve to fucking

live!

makes me anti-american

get the fucking gavel

and condemn me a witch

and i'll burn until you see

that your red white and blue

is maintained by murder

so light me the fuck up

[beetlethebug]

so we know that like, Kristen's whole deal is religion and such, right? I'm just kinda thinking about the other Bad Kids and the Gods. Maybe it's my own multi-deity pagan ass just wanting to consider what it would look like. (I'm using primarily Forgotten Realms Gods and my absolutely vague knowledge of them).

This got long so read under the cut ;u;

Gorgug is absolutely Garl Glittergold's favorite child. He loves the shenanigans. Do you think he starts connecting with Gruumsh when he starts connecting with his birth parents? Baby Gorgug leaving bits of metal and toys he accidentally broke on the altar the Thistlesprings' have in their workshop. Gorgug pre-artificer offering up the songs he makes as a tricky sort of "metal" working. Feeling a connection to Gruumsh in the heats of his rage, the nudge of a hand during his frenzy guiding him to the right target. Keeping bits of scrap from their enemies to melt down into his next artificing project. He also probably talks to Helm, sometimes, asking for guidance on how to best protect his friends. Gorgug has big protector energy.

Adaine who is, in a way, a deity in her own right, depending how revered the Oracle is. I don't know if Adaine would connect with Elvish gods, but she and Oghma vibe. I think that after the Bad Kids all talk and bond, Kristen makes a joke about her being a Gruumsh follower with her furious fist and so Adaine jokingly buys a pin to wear in offering. Jawbone also had a talk with her about sometimes it can help to talk to someone about your anxiety--whether that be a counselor or even the Gods, sometimes. Just Adaine praying to Gruumsh to have the strength to punch her anxiety in the face is very beautiful to me. Azuth is the god of wizards, so he and Adaine might vibe. Adaine feels like the type to vibe with the Gods mostly in jest; she talks to them sometimes, but they're silly little guys to her. Because of Tracker and Jawbone's lycanthropy, I think she either has a small shrine to Galicaea or has the biggest beef with her imaginable. Maybe a little bit of both.

Riz. God. I think once Riz meets his Father, he definitely like, sets up a little shrine to him. Ancestor work feels really important to Riz. He dedicates a lot of self-care things to his dad, I think. Mainly sleeping and drinking water. Does he do them? No. But it's the thought that counts. Riz is definitely the like, mundane acts of worship. Incorporating it into miniscule parts of his day that would go undetected unless you knew him and where to look. He also probably has some devotional jewelry to Yondalla; I think that Penny probably had a habit of repeating prayers while touching the beads of her bracelet (kind of like a Rosary) and that rubbed off on him, especially when she was babysitting him. The whole family also probably have at least some sort of worship to Tyr due to their connection to justice and law enforcement. I think Sklonda is more connected with some of the deities associated with Goblins, specifically Gruumsh (can you tell I love him?) and Maglubiyet. He prays to war gods to get through the absolute shitshow of Adventuring school. He and Adaine probably dedicate their research to Oghma.

Fig is really interesting because I feel like she is probably in the vein of demon work instead of divinity. Although I think that she unironically thinks Riz's dad is super cool so like, playfully worships him. Fig is the Bad Kid that I feel like collects all the different pieces of her friends and wears them proudly upon herself. She dedicates concerts to Kristen's new deity of the week. She sighs and asks Oghma for help on exams; she includes prayers to Gruumsh in her tracks. I feel like Fig also might have a tendency to like, worship the people in her life. She thinks they're so important and she cares about them so much. So she elevates them to the status of a God in her mind. They are invincible. They are young and powerful and the bonds they share are much, much magical then some God who pretends to be high and mighty. Her body is an altar--she wears jewelry and draws sigils and uses so much color magick. She is, in a way, a walking beacon to the gods, saying, "Look at us! We're just as good as you, and if you doubt it, then we'll kick your ass!"

Fabian Seacaster my beloved. This man follows his Father's footsteps for a long time. He worships Gods of the tempest, of the sea and sailing. Yondalla holds a special place in his heart. Riz nearly has a conniption when Fabian corrects him on a prayer to Yondalla, and the two of them bond about it. But once this man starts dancing, this man worships Corellon Larethian with his whole chest. He does a lot of his worship through dancing. Moving his body, getting in touch with his roots. Because of the fire elemental, he also does some like, elemental magic? But I think a lot of his forms of worship come through bodily experiences. Braving a storm, dancing in front of a crowd, making just the right maneuver to protect his friends in battle. Sometimes he and Fig and Gorgug will sit together and make devotional playlists!

[onnahu]

Batman apocalypse au

Part 1 - the beginning; Batman, Robin and Batgirl

Bruce Was 8 when the apovalypse came. His parents died in the first wave. Now I don't know if we're going with zombie, or aliens, or maybe the most scary - just earth doing earth things. Yeah. I'll go with that.

Let's say the capsule Clark came to earth in did somehow wavered the climate or ozone layer or wtv. Anyway, it triggered an apocalypse. He still got adopted by Kents, but they parented him in the world where everyone's against everyone. Although maybe the joined some group of survivars or... nvm, it's not about them.

Anyway. An earthquake kills Martha and Thomas. For now, society is still working, so after the first chaos, emergenvy services menaged to bring Bruce to Alfred. Btw Wayne Manor is in crambles. So yeah.

Catastrophies only come afterwords. Earthquakes, storms, cyclons. At some point, we lose electricyty, emergency services stop working, bc people have to care for their own families. Society collapses.

Bruce grows up with Alfred who teach him how to shoot, how to fight. (Bruce has some deep, unfounded fear/hatered for guns, tho. Maybe it's from his past life...) As people become more desperate, gangs starts to form. Who is stronger, that will live. The law of the jungle. Bruce and Alfred live in what stayed from the Wayne manor. Alfred grows vegetables in the garden, and is merciless with his rifle if someone comes too close.

When Bruce is around 14, they find out his cousin, Kate Kane, is alive. At least was alive a week before when she left gotham, looking for purpose in this dangerous world. Bruce want's to follow in her footsteps, but Alfred says no.

It's only three years later, when Alfred wakes up to find a letter and a radio Bruce fixed up. Now, 17 years old Bruce Wayne goes into the world looking for a way to help people.

Who would have know - some cult/assassin organization called the League of Assassins is still functioning in perfect condition. And it's not even because of the Lazarus Waters. They are secluded enough and skilled they can do whatever. And they have plans for the world. Not that Bruce knows about them. Not yet, at least. (Also he falls in love. And his DNA is stolen one night when he sleeps. Not that it matters. Not at all.)

After another 4/5 years, Bruce finds his way home. He's glad to see Alfred alive, even if more tired. Alfred gives him an earful, but still welcomes him with an open arms. Bruce Wayne takes on himself taking care of what was left of Gotham.

It's about 15 years sunce that fateful night, when Bruce finds himself in Gotham when he sees flying Grayson fall from the building they tried to find a safe space for night with their son. Bruce hurries up, and finds a man, later we learn his name is Tony Zucco, trying to grab a child - 9 years old Richard Grayson.

Tony Zucco menages to run away, as Bruce is more occupied with the newly orphanes child. But Richard Grason, in his head, swears a revange on him.

Not long after, Robin joins Batman in Gotham.

One night, Batman meets one Jim Gordon, who lost his wife to earthqake and his son to that apocalitic madness. Jim wants to ressurect the emergency services. People need someone to execute law and give medical help. They quickly become friends.

It turns out Jim has a sweet daughter, Barbara. Too smart for her age. At the rapid age of 13, she becomes Batgirl. (Oh by the way, did you heard about that gal running around calling herself Batwoman?)

Babs and Dick are quick friends, but when Dick is older and become more brash, tored of Gotham and Bruce, and runs away, she declines his offer to join him, deciding on staying with her father and Batman.

So when 17 years old Dick is running around finding friends who will eventually become Titans, Batman and Batgirld (and Batwoman, but she kinda does whatever she wants to do on the other end of Gotham so yk) are a sole protectors of peace. This is a year later, when while on his way out for patrol, he catches a 12 years old kid trying to steal his potatoes. Guess who that is? Jason Todd.