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[clavis-est-ad-solem]

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[555bunnies]

Bunny, always in my memory

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and jason have a complicated relationship, but when you find yourself in a troubling situation, jason just happens to be your emergency contact

𝐜𝐰: female!reader, minimal swearing, sexual assault, cat calling, assault, violence, 1.5k, jason todd x reader

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midnights in gotham city smell distinctly of blood. the dark streets are littered with corpses of victims who stain the rubble red. crime is high and murder remains rampant among the homeless people living on the streets. you know walking home alone at this hour alongside the hundreds of criminals that hide in the shadows is a terrible idea. but your shift at the library ran late tonight and you had no other means of transportation, hence the reason why you find yourself alone in a dark alley far from the comfort and safety of your apartment.

the faint footsteps of desperate strangers lurk behind you, the sound echoes through the night, and your skin crawls with anticipation of what’s to follow. nothing good comes from the situation that you’ve found yourself in and that’s what brings you to pull out your phone and tap on the first contact that pops up on your screen.

jason.

your relationship with jason is complicated. like most things in your life you suppose. but jason is the only one who’s almost always by your side. maybe that’s part of what possessed you to click on his name on your phone and bring it up to your ear with trembling fingers.

“hey, sweet—”

“jason, I think i’m being followed.” you breathe out quickly and you don't dare to peek so much as a glance behind you.

“shit. hang on, babe. just—”

jason's voice, laced with urgency, cuts through the tense night as the echo of your footsteps intensifies. the sounds of the desolate alley amplify, creating an eerie symphony of fear and impending danger.

“i’m so scared, jay,” your shaky voice reaches jason, carrying the weight of dread as if it were a tangible thing. in response, jason's voice becomes a soothing anchor, his words a balm to your frayed nerves.

“hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. tell me where you are,” jason's voice, steady and reassuring, breaks through the chaos. your breath catches as you fumble to provide your location, the darkness of the alley making every detail obscure.

“I don’t know, I think in an alley near the corner of 5th and main. I thought it would be quicker. jason, please hurry,” desperation seeps into your words, painting a vivid picture of the peril you find yourself in.

“just hang on, i’m on my way,” jason's promise becomes a lifeline, a lifeline you desperately clutch onto. the plea, "don’t hang up, please don’t hang up," echoes through the phone, the fear of losing that connection palpable.

“I won’t, honey. just keep telling me what’s going on, okay?” jason's voice is a steady stream of reassurance, a counterpoint to the mounting chaos.

your breath quickens as you confess, "there’s multiple, jay."

“multiple what? sweetheart, talk to me,” jason's concern deepens, the gravity of the situation reflected in the intensity of his inquiry.

“people, there’s multiple people. they’re still following me, and I can’t lose them,” your voice quivers, painting a chilling image of the shadows closing in.

“i’m almost there, okay? just hang on a little longer, can you do that for me?” jason’s words are a beacon of hope, urging you to endure the storm just a little while longer.

“they’re getting closer. shit,” panic infuses your voice as the chase intensifies. jason senses the urgency, a quiet determination in his response.

the abrupt cut-off and your distressed cry for help and jason’s call to you, "y/n!?" mark the harrowing turn. the phone, a lifeline moments ago, is silenced by a crushing foot, an audible confirmation of the looming threat.

“looks like your boyfriend isn’t going to make it, gorgeous,” a sinister voice taunts, the malevolence palpable in the dimly lit alley. the struggle intensifies, and your defiant words ring through the night.

“get off of me, you creep!” your voice is a mix of fear and defiance, a visceral response to the encroaching menace.

“watch your tone, sweetie,” a chilling warning hangs in the air as they pin you down. the confrontation takes a dark turn as you spit in their faces, a desperate act of resistance.

“such a shame that’s what you’re using such a pretty mouth for,” a sinister chuckle underscores the dehumanizing intent, leaving a bitter taste in the tense air.

“that’s alright, we don’t want you for your mouth anyway,” a chilling statement, a precursor to unspeakable horrors, hangs over the alley.

in the clash of desperation and violence, the air changes as jason, your vigilante savior, descends upon the scene like a guardian angel emerging from the shadows. the sounds of a fierce struggle ensue, muffled grunts and the scuff of boots on concrete. with a swift, powerful intervention, the men are knocked out and when they loosen their grip you sink to the ground with defeat and despair. you don’t even notice you’re crying until jason gently prys your hands from your face and rubs your tears away with the rough thumb of his leather glove

then, in one swift motion, jason's strong, reassuring arms envelop you, pulling you into an embrace that feels like sanctuary. relief washes over you, grounding you in the reality of his protective presence.

“it's okay, sweetheart. you're safe now,” jason's voice, previously a lifeline over the phone, now echoes directly into your ear, a soothing melody that erases the lingering echoes of fear. his words are a healing balm, mending the wounds of terror inflicted upon your psyche.

the dimly lit alley transforms from a nightmare into a haven under the watchful gaze of your friend. the tension in your shoulders eases, and the erratic beat of your heart gradually steadies as you bask in the warmth of his reassuring touch.

“i've got you, y/n. you're safe,” jason whispers, the warmth of his breath against your ear a soothing balm to the wounds inflicted by fear. the resonance of those words sinking deep into the recesses of your shaken soul. his presence is a shield against the haunting memories of the alley, a reassurance that the nightmare is over.

the shattered phone lies forgotten, a casualty of the struggle, as jason continues to shield you from the residual fear. he tilts your chin up gently, meeting your eyes with an unwavering gaze that speaks volumes of his commitment and protective instinct.

“let's get you home,” jason murmurs, his fingers tenderly brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face. together, you navigate the now-quiet alley, the looming threat replaced by the solid ground beneath your feet and the reassuring touch of the person who faced the darkness on your behalf.

as you approach the familiar comfort of your apartment, jason's protective hold lingers. “are you okay?” he asks, his voice a gentle murmur that eases the residual tension in your body. you nod against his chest, words escaping you as relief and gratitude flood your senses.

the apartment door closes with a muffled thud, shutting out the ominous whispers of the night. jason, ever watchful, guides you towards the bathroom. the soft hum of the overhead light bathes the space in a gentle glow, revealing the porcelain sink and mirror.

you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror – disheveled, eyes wide with residual fear. without a word, jason turns on the faucet, letting the water flow until it reaches a soothing warmth. his fingers graze yours, urging you to lean over the sink.

the splashing water echoes in the small room as jason's hands cup and scoop, the liquid cascading over your face. the feel of his fingers against your skin is both tender and firm, each touch a cleansing ritual that washes away the remnants of the night.

you glance up into the mirror, meeting jason's eyes. there's an unspoken understanding as his hands move methodically, the cool water providing a refreshing contrast to the heated intensity of the ordeal. the sensation is grounding, a simple act of care that transcends words.

as you straighten up, a vulnerability lingers in your gaze. you turn off the faucet, and the silence hangs in the air. the wet droplets cling to your skin, a tangible reminder of the shared intimacy in this simple act of cleansing. jason's hands linger on your face, his fingers tracing a silent promise. the air in the bathroom holds a charged stillness, the transition from fear to intimacy palpable.

the urgency of the night lingers in your eyes. “stay, jason, please,” the plea escapes your lips, a raw, desperate plea that echoes in the confined space of the bathroom. his gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the weight of the world seems to shift.

there's a pause, a heartbeat suspended in time, before jason's expression softens. his agreement is wordless, a nod that carries the promise of a shared refuge in the night.

the journey from the bathroom to the bedroom is taken in tandem, the touch of his hand on the small of your back a grounding force. the mattress welcomes you both, and the room is immersed in the soft glow of bedside lamps. the night unfolds with shared breaths and jason's hand finding yours.

“thank you.” you whisper to him under the sheets, the warmth of his body next to you radiating into your own, “thank you for protecting me.”

“i’ll always protect you, sweetheart.”

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[marylily-my-beloved]

Andromeda 'always an angel never a god' Black

Bellatrix 'I don't know why I am the way I am' Black

Narcissa 'Not strong enough to be your man' Black

[kiochisato]

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[softdandelions]

mia’s cheeks & ears turn red whenever she’s tired.

and when mia was a toddler, the doctor and rose would make good use of this aspect to determine her bedtime. mia would pout and frown and try to hide her ears with her hair and then her cheeks, by pressing her tiny hands to them, but it always just resulted in the doctor cooing stupidly at her as he scooped his grouchy little bean up into his arms and carried her off to her room to tuck her in.

[comsumedsoul]

Do you think Lily saw Petunia and herself in Andromeda and Narcissa?

I always felt that Petunia and Narcissa were more passive, not unaccountable for their actions of course, with Narcissa being a muggle hater and Petunia being a "magic" hater, and both actively engaging in that hatred. But both their respective partners were much more aggressive. With Petunia and Narcissa, they were more willing to take actions that directly bypassed their hatred to ultimately protect their sons.

Petunia initially took Harry in because she wanted to be able to protect her family, which I feel the decision was made mostly keeping Dudley in mind, her beloved son. Thus associating herself with magic once more even though she absolutely loathed it. Narcissa, as we know from canon, outright lies to voldemort to declare Harry dead, because she wanted to keep Draco safe. They both took necessary measures to protect their family, although maybe it didn't really go much against their ideals, since Petunia still hated everything magic and abused Harry, and Narcissa probably took a calculated necessary risk to save her own. They don't suddenly become exemplary heroes or change their discriminatory views.

Lily and Andromeda are similar in the way that they both married the person they loved, which went against their respective "cultures" - the world and beliefs they were raised in. Andromeda marrying a muggleborn went against everything that represented the house of Black and was seen as a betrayal to her family and by extension, Narcissa. Lily marrying a wizard was perhaps the cherry on top of the cake which severed the ties between herself and Petunia, damaging the heavily complicated and practically non-existent relationship beyond repair, Petunia already having alienated herself from Lily due to not having magic. Narcissa and Petunia probably took their "leave" as a personal betrayal, more so than others, an act of abandonment. Narcissa obviously didn't find the actions of her family wrong. Petunia and Narcissa probably wouldn't have blamed themselves either, at least it was easier to lay the blame on the person that stole, or rather, corrupted their sister. This would've just solidified their hatred against muggles/wizards because of the misplaced guilt, as they felt it took away from them their sister.

Lily probably didn't directly interact with the black sisters in school, but I hc that she probably got acquainted with Andromeda after she graduated, being on the same side of resistance and both of them being a part of the order. Having seen how Narcissa was in school and then getting to know more about their family due to being closely associated with another Black, namely Sirius, it perhaps wouldn't be a stretch to say she found a friend in Andromeda. I do love to think of them quietly reminiscing about the bonds lost and the devastation of what could have been.

[sugarcandydoll]

helpp my mum's modesty standards are through the roof recently she won't even let me wear a mini dress w tights n a cardigan m so mad ♡(>_<)

[lelouch]

love never dies

[cyber333angel]

[because-its-eurovision]

so today me and my sister visited our mom and we all swapped early christmas presents because we won't be seeing each other during holidays

my sister gave me both a roll of Käärijä paper and a pair of self-made black & green wool socks 😭🖤💚💖

[mi-a-mor]

People in love part - 4

So one day, I was just traveling on a bus returning from a certain place and... idk why I keep noticing everything but I love it.

There was this lady with a dark complexion like brown, a Muslim, wore a nice black Abaya without a niqaab, with such beautiful eyes and smile, with her relatives on the bus and she didn't have a voice to speak like she used sign language to communicate and...

i assume maybe they were all returning home from shopping or something, i guess?

Anyways, so she video called her husband and spoke in sign language with him with a big smile on her face as if she was excited about something and her husband too responded in sign language with a smile on his face, some of her relatives didn't understand her sign language so one of her kids translated it to that relative.

I mean, there are so many people who still discriminate against these kinds of people, and he could've (yk how people discriminate on skin colour and not having a voice?) chosen someone else with a fair complexion and the one who speaks like who has a voice but HE DID NOT....

he chose her as his wife even if she didn't have a voice to speak, he communicated with her in sign language, and they have kids, kids who help others understand their sign language in case if anyone doesn't understand it!!!

That's love, it is. Yes, love exists!

(ik i should've minded my own business but I can't help, I keep noticing cute and lovely things)

[curdled-blood]

I would like to know your headcanons for Splendor and Fen 👀 Basic stuff like personality and hobbies. I have my own versions of them that I’m in love with, but I love seeing other people’s stuff too. -🎀

OMG I HAVE MY OWN VERSIONS TOO!!! I'm so happy you asked because Fen is one of my favs ever !!!

To start things off it is my version of them used to be humans that died and came back, same with the rest of their family!! I'm not quiet exactly sure how Splendor but I know that Fen's death was a murder that happened due to a series of unfortunate events that happened in his life.. Don't make deals with a man claiming to be the devil, kids.

Personality:

Splendor - to be honest his personality is about what you'd expect. Very much up beat and happy go lucky optimist type deal that has definitely been influenced by past traumas in his life 😃 He's especially peppy around kids and REFUSES to swear cuz yk... but around other adults he kindaaa loosens up a bit but he can still be a bit uptight. Even then, he still has a chaotic side that RARLEY peeks out. Sometimes he gets so wound up that he just eventually breaks down and starts freaking out but he usually finds a way to survive 👍🏻 fighting the urge to call him a prude cuz thats mean but its so truuuuuuuuuue

Offender - Okay so like imagine if Deadpool was more cut off and distant. Flirty, witty, kind of a prick but secretly has a heart of...silver. If you wanna get to know him, and I mean REALLY get to know him, it's pretty much impossible unless you were quite literally hand picked and/or forced upon him (i.e. his proxies *wearing a t-shirt that says ask about my fen proxy ocs*) Bro doesn't even trust his own fucking family, so he tends to be stand-off-ish if that makes sense 😭

I should see what personality types they have 🤔

Hobbies:

Splendor -

Cooking - OKAY BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN WOULD NOT MAKE THEEEE BEST COMFORT FOOD YOU'VE EVER FUCKING TASTED. You eat one of his dishes and suddenly you have fat puppy syndrome. Fat, full, and tired. I like to think him and his family was from Germany and that he specializes in German dishes :D

Baking - Same with cooking, you CANNOT disagree that he'd make the most delicious goodies. He also definitely makes weed brownies, though he may deny it.

Music - Splendorman may not play an instrument like some of his other family members, but boy does he love listening to music. Him and Trenderman both LOOOVE to collect vinyls together <3. Splendor definitely has a record player that he uses RELIGIOUSLY and a phonograph somewhere around his big ass cottage teehee

Tea - OH yeah, ya boys a tea conisour. He has like every tea you can think of AND THEN SOME. he probably has an entire room just for storing all that damn tea.

Offender -

Gardening - Since Fen was a kid he's been absolutely in love with nature, especially flowers specifically. Sometimes he'll spend hours, even entire days, messing around out front of his broken down mansion and about his forest, tending to the flowers and other floura.

Violin - Another hobby Offender has had since he was a small lad!! Over the many years of his existence he has had plenty of time to master the craft of violin playing. Though since his death he stopped playing as often as he used to but he still does every now and then!!

Singing - Fen may not sing often but when he does, he has the voice of an arch fucking angel. He likes singing just fine but if he's being completely honest with himself, he enjoys playing the violin more. Though he does occasionally use his hypnotic voice to lure people in so he can steal their souls but that's business, not a hobby.

Painting - Yet another activity Fen is incredibly skilled in, but does not often indulge in. But since Fen has access to so many different flowers with many varying colors, sometimes he'll make paint to make something insanely beautiful.

Random Fun Fen Fact: After his death, Fen has this snake tattoo implanted on him by the devil that is slowly moving and slithering around his body!!

[galtrio]

going to japan next month ~ best believe i'm going on a harajuku shopping spree!!

[minato-aqua-real]

flan it. luce is a character in kevin smith's dogma now.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Every day I am leaning more and more toward just making the Rowdyruff Boys familial f/os 👉👈💖💖💖💖💖