#they were both just scared children at the mercy of someone with so much power over them

[arsonists-oatmeal]

Disclaimer: I havent read the pjo books in ages

I'm thinking about how the fandom did a great job with exploring how Percy's home life was when he was living with Gabe, and I wish to see that level of analysis done with Clarisse. Because I think Clarisse and Percy have a lot more in common then people think. They both had to deal with abusive fathers, and are both under a lot of pressure from their circumstances. They both have an anger, the type that comes from having a shitty dad. The difference in that is that Clarisse chose to express it in a different way then Percy. And like with Percy's home life, I wish the books had explored Clarisse's relationship with Ares more than just a brief scene in the second book to explain why she is an asshole

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So in the Monkey King and the Infant AU, Guanyin and Iron Fan are sisters right?

What was their relationship like? And how did Guanyin feel about Red Son being taken from Iron Fan?

Would Guanyin put up much resistance to Iron Fan trying to take her son back or would she just kinda let it happen? It's Iron Fan's kid afterall.

It's... complicated.

I did try to draft up a rough Royal Family Tree a while back, and Guanyin/Songzi is listed as one of the Jade Emperor and Xiwangmu's daughters, aka Iron Fan's older sister.

You see Guanyin isn't biologically related to the Jade Imperial Family.

But her soul is.

Let me explain.

Guanyin/Kuan Yin is the current incarnation of the First Jade Princess Songzi - the eldest child of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West.

Whilst studying under Bixia Yuanjun, the Goddess of Birth and Destiny, Songzi realised that she was disatisfied with her heavenly existence, and longed to experience the cycle of mortal life and death her teacher spoke of.

Then one day Zhinu the Seventh Princess; would abandon her cushy life in the Celestial Realm to be with a human man. Only for the Jade Emperor and his wife to tear the happy couple apart by literally splitting the skies open so that they could never meet. Zhinu and her husband and children were forced to become cosmic castaways in order to escape Heaven's authority.

Songzi had lost her then-youngest sister all because she loved someone.

So one day, Songzi decided to no longer eat the Peaches or drink the Wine. Many fights were had between her and her family over the matter, with them even trying to force her to consume an Elixir of Immortality just to lengthen her time.

Until one day, Songzi passed on. The details are unclear.

The Celestial Realms quaked with the sorrow that overtook the royal family for thousands of years to come.

Songzi would reincarnate many times in the proceding years. Sometimes as an animal, an asura, a mortal man, or in the case of Miao Shan; a human princess. And each time, she would choose mercy over violence or spite.

As Miao Shan, she refused to marry and instead became a buddhist nun/healer, much to the distaste of her father Miaozhuang Wang. He would then execute Miao Shan for defying him/having powers that scared tf out of him, but she still forgave him and her executioner. Even while staying in a layer of Naraka/Hell, Miao Shan managed to alleviate the pain and torment of those around her - so much so that King Yama the God of Hell kicked her out. (Bonus lore detail+ Miao Shan is frequently associated with Tigers and lions during her tale, which is the celestial animal of Xiwangmu...)

The now-revived Miao Shan would spend many years meditating and helping out lost fisherman while chilling on Fragrant Mountain/Southern Seas. Until one day she heard that her King bio-dad was dying, and that the eyes and arms of a pure being could cure him - so she offered up her own. In this great act of forgiveness she became Guanyin.

The Celestial Realm noticed this and upon recieving confirmation of who she once was; wanted Guanyin to immediately return to Heaven and retake her position as the First Jade Princess.

However, Guanyin realised that she couldn't just leave earth behind while there was still so much mortal sufferring that she could heal. So she became Bodhisattva so that she may still act directly with mortals and the Buddha.

All the Jade Emperor and Xiwangmu can do is sigh with both frustration and resignation. Thats their eldest daughter for you.

From Heaven's perspective, it's a lot like the "Steven isn't Pink Diamond, but kinda?" situation in Steven Universe. The Celestials don't 100% understand that reincarnation isn't a direct copy-paste; Guanyin isn't Songzi anymore, though she still holds her soul and her powers. If she ever truly wanted, she could become next in line for the throne.

A similar situation happens later with Lady Yin - Nezha's mother, who reincarnated as a human woman and decided to stay that way even as her husband and sons become Gods/Celestials in their own rights. Nezha is in turn considered *legally* the grandchild of the Jade Emperor, despite not having a genetic link to him.

Princess Tieshan/"Iron Fan" was born shortly after all these deaths occurred, becoming the youngest out of all of the royal daughters. She grew up hearing how perfect her missing sisters were. All perfect except for that One Little Thing that caused them to lose their place in Heaven and by-proxy; their parents love. These harsh warnings and lessons to never let her emotions rule her decisions, accidentally led Iron Fan to fall for a demon who wore his heart on his sleeve - the Demon Bull King.

As for how Guanyin felt about Red Son being taken from his parents? She felt bad honestly - but she thought that he would cause so much more damage if he was allowed to run around undiciplined. And being legally First Princess, she was allowed to make the decision for his "punishment" when the toddler Red Son did something that greatly angered/terrified the gods...

As for Iron Fan coming to pick Red up from the Southern Sea? Guanyin is literally like; "Ok sure. I'm glad you're taking initiative again. I made sure Red didn't age so you two could make up for lost parent-child time. Call me if you need anything."

Princess Iron Fan really isn't sure how to react around Guanyin. The Bodhisattva may have the soul of her eldest sister - but she acts like a younger one to her (as Miao Shan was the youngest of three), and is a neutral party in the debate of Heaven vs Everyone Else. So the best PIF can do is call her Red's "auntie" and not elaborate on the details.

One of my mutuals @dorothygale123 has been reading through chinese mythology, and was the one to open the door for me on the Guanyin origin story. I've been looking through different articles, and have decided "tired reincarned goddess" is my au's interpetation of Guanyin.

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ACTUALLY

releasing the Squad upon my followers like a pack of hounds, but i'm merciful enough to put it under a read more

my changeling kids just just that, changelings, but with how i roll with fae here is as per my usual. changeling roles are the same, they're fae children swapped out for human children at a young age, ranging from babies to about 4-5 years old. however there is a time to swap back, meaning changelings return to the fae and the human children return to their families, but being raised by the fae they're Different yknow. kinda like "they came back wrong" trope but no death required.

however in the case of my three, changelings are given a choice. they can either come back to the fae, or continue living in the human world. my 3 took the latter option.

also! for case of clarity fae here can transform into different plants, animals, so on so forth. changelings are Specifically animals so that's why the theming here is oddly specific

birdie - 19 - they/them - changeling based on a cuckoo bird - was swapped out at 5 months old and found out about being a fae at 15. after being given the choice, adamantly refused to leave their human family. - is one of 6 kids in their human family and loves helping take care of the younger siblings - is very good at blending in and connecting with people. can make you feel like they were always your friend and not someone you just met. - despite this is kinda anxious, is the one of the three who is scared their original "families" will take them back by force - has a welsh accent

renée - 18 - she/he/they - changeling based on a raccoon - was swapped out in the hospital at 2 days old, found out about being a fae at 13 and refused to give up the lavish lifestyle her family provided. - spoiled only kid syndrome for Sure. always has the newest whatever, but always makes sure to ask her dads beforehand. - sticky fingers!! shoplift extraordinaire!! granted she uses this for the power of good, usually using this ability of hers to get stuff for her friends, but still can get into massive trouble if she's not careful - in her animal form, is often seen sneaking in through open windows. not to steal anything, mostly cause she likes to look at what other people have and see if she can outdo them. - has a british accent (apologetic)

todd - 20 - he/it - changeling based on a fox - was swapped out at 2 years old, found out about being fae at 16 and didn't want to leave his aunt behind. - his "mother" died in childbirth and his "father" wanted nothing to do with him, so he lives with his aunt and grandmother. generally just all about helps around, especially when the cousins come over. - master of slight of hand!! much like renée he just uses this to goof about, usually doing magic tricks for the younger family members. however he did have a stint in high school where he used this to snag money off of people who were dumb enough to play his game of "is this your card?" - while being the oldest of the three, he didn't really find himself to be concerned with the other two so much at first, but he warmed up to both of them over time. he tries to keep the cool head, but in reality he does whatever cuckou tells him to - has an irish accent

[whump-a-la-mode]

It’s blue again with a prompt for u: villain gets captured and tortured by hero and escapes, extremely drugged, and shows up on the doorstep of supervillain (who they are absolutely terrified of) because they have nowhere else to go

🥺🥺🥺 This is such a cute prompt. I hope I did it justice! Thank you fren blue!

CW//Injuries, implied past strangulation, hypothermia, drugging

When one is busy, it is terribly easy to forget, and calling Supervillain anything but busy would be either an understatement, or, perhaps, an insult.

Such was the case when one was the most powerful villain in Metropolis after all. They'd long since given up any semblance of free time. And, yet, as of recent, they had managed to have their schedule even more full than usual.

If there was one thing Supervillain didn't like, it was prison. If there was another, it was the fact that the city's heroes had spent the last few weeks carrying out an all-out war against those who opposed them. Their goal was ludicrous, and yet, at the same time, very, very clear.

Their target? Every villain in the city. Each and every one, taken into captivity. Within the past few weeks, nearly everyone that they kept contact with had scattered like rats into the city floorboards.

But Supervillain was not so cowardly. Not so quick to break and flee. No, that was what kept them at the top of the pecking order. The situation didn't matter-- they weren't leaving their lair. And, so far, they'd fended off the many attacks that had pounded against their walls.

So far.

Regardless of method, unlike their opponents, the city's villains were smart. They knew how to disappear when they had to.

When they had enough warning.

With just how chaotic the last few weeks had been, they had nearly forgotten just how the whole situation had began. The only warning sign that any of them had had-- The fall of a friend.

Well, maybe not a friend. But an ally, surely.

Villain. They had all been too busy. They'd forgotten young Villain, plucked from their home in a siege, broadcasted for all the world to see. It was a tragedy, but sometimes, people died. That was how the world worked.

People died.

They didn't show up on the doorsteps of the most powerful villain in the city, curled into the fetal position, moving only to inhale the tiniest, the shallowest of breaths. They weren't supposed to do that, at the very least.

And, yet, here Villain lay. Against the odds.

When Supervillain had heard the knocking, the weak, almost whimpering of flesh on wood, they had assumed the worst. The next attack. The next attempt to break into their lair. And, yet, their surveillance systems had reported nothing of the like, and a quick sweep by their henchmen had confirmed that there were no heroes laying in wait nearby.

It wasn't a trap. At the very least, if it was a trap, it wasn't obvious.

If it had been a trap, they could have at least cleaned up their bait a little better. That was their first thought when they at last felt confident enough to open the door. What in the world was one supposed to do in this situation? At the moment, their reaction was, more or less, 'staring in shock.' While perhaps not being the most helpful, to them, it seemed the most natural.

Closing the door wasn't an option. They knew that.

Supervillain didn't take pity, not on anyone. There was a reason they were feared-- they weren't known for their mercy. But, leaving a fellow villain like this... It was something that was just wrong. Evil as they were, villains still had morals. They took good care of their hostages. They released children, the elderly and the sick. They kept their own henchmen in good health and spirits.

And...

And they didn't leave fellow villains on their doorsteps, half dead.

Biting the inside of their cheek out of nerves alone, they leaned down, picking up the shivering burden. The cold struck them in an instant-- a terrible, shivering cold. The kind that was reserved only for those with powers that related to ice and snow.

But Villain- No, Villain was a pyrokinetic. A firebender. And they always ran hot.

Not frigid. With a hiss, Supervillain spoke a few words into their earpiece, before disconnecting it. Ordering their henchmen to keep watch, while they dealt with something very, very important.

They laid the pyrokinetic upon a couch-- having holed up in their living area-- and examined them in the better light.

Their eyes were closed, as was their mouth, except for the slightest parting of blue-hued lips to inhale the tiniest of gasps.

Moving downwards, their neck, skin pulled taut and pale to the point of nigh-translucence, was marked pointedly with a series of angry, red lines. They seemed to wrap all the way around. Some were broader, while some were fine, delicate, nearly sharp enough to draw blood.

Strangulation marks.

If their body showed anything, it was that either whoever had kept them captive had had no intent for them to escape, or had simply not cared in what condition their bait was found. They were draped in a cotton top and trousers that were only thick enough to maintain their modesty, but not nearly enough to maintain the slightest fiber of warmth. Sprouting from sleeves and neckholes, bruises of both a deep blue and a sickly purple bloomed, formed into shapes did not so much as attempt to hide that they had been sourced from hands or bats.

It was only when Supervillain's scan reached their feet that they found definitive proof of escape. A single foot, the left, had been torn nearly to shreds, as though it had been chewed by a wild beast. The biting circle of a metal restraint could be seen marked into mangled skin, from where it had once sat upon the ankles, to where it had been slid all the way down, without care for bodily destruction.

Villain had escaped. Villain had escaped, and they had come to see... Supervillain? It didn't make sense.

But, with all the others in hiding...

They were their last hope.

It was with an almost superhuman speed that the supervillain contacted their medical staff, stating to arrive as soon as possible, that any traffic tickets would be paid off.

Ten minutes. Ten minutes to their arrival. Could Villain make it that long? They were so, so cold.

Supervillain was just about the furthest thing on the planet from a doctor, but they were also rather far from being an idiot. No human was meant to be this cold, especially one whose body was designed for the production of flame.

They took a decorative fleece, draped over a nearly ottoman, and held it nervously before their chest. What were they supposed to do?

Villain was too cold. Supervillain wasn't going to let them die!

They pulled the blanket about their back, wrapping it around their front, covering as much skin as they could manage. They expected a reaction, a shout, or- Or something.

But, their newfound, injured ward did little but blearily open their eyes. Behind them, there was nothing.

"Are you okay?" Supervillain spoke to a brick wall. "What happened? What did they do to you?"

A heavy blink, and their eyelids drifted back closed. What was wrong with them?

"Villain!" They snapped, raising their voice loud enough to scare away any wildlife in a one mile radius. "Look at me! Wake up!"

Their tone took on that of what they used during interrogations. Anything to wake their ice-cold ally up.

Their eyes once more opened, focusing ever so slightly. They opened their mouth, gaping momentarily like a fish, before once more closing their jaw.

This wasn't exhaustion, Supervillain realized with a start. This was drugs. Heavy sedation. Nigh-paralysis. That was all that could be seen in their gaze- exhaustion and fear.

What were they afraid of?

"My henchmen have cleared the perimeter." They spoke as though someone in such a state could understand words of such a length. "You're safe."

It did nothing. With a shaking hand, Supervillain reached a hand forward, placing it upon their shoulder.

That elicited a reaction. A whimper.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay."

In their eyes, something shifted.

"Whoever did this to you..." Public enemy number one, the most dangerous person at Metropolis, the terror of every child growled. "I'm going to make them suffer."

When Supervillain's medical staff arrived, it was to the sight of their terrifying boss, coaxing soup through the lips of someone who was identified as a threat to national security.

[goggles-mcgee]

i’m really loving the Wish me Away au idea! Would you be up to writing about what the batfam does after seeing mari’s reaction to emilie and adrien?

Like an actually little drabble? Yeah sure! It'll be based off the headcanons from this post -> 👶

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Bruce couldn't remember having so much fun, he always loved to brag about his kids and show them off at work, but it was a little hard when it was 'Bring Your Kid To Work Day' and most of your kids worked with you. That's why he was so happy bringing little Marietta with him to Wayne Enterprises, he also brought Damian but Damian had wandered off to see what Dick did since, and he quotes, "I know everything about you father. If I am to be your successor it is only natural I familiarize myself with your work. I believe it would be beneficial for me to oversee Grayson's work ethic."

Honestly, Damian could have just said he wanted to see what Dick did but that was just part of Damian's charm. Before he had left, Damian had let Marietta grab his finger and give it a little shake which delighted her, if Bruce was not mistaken, Damian had even smiled before he said bye to the both of them. The boy had really grown to love Mari and Bruce could not be more proud of his son. Though, he had to admit, all of his children were absolutely enamored with the baby, not to say he wasn't, but Lord have mercy on anyone who dared mess with his baby girl. She would have an army behind her of overprotective brothers and sisters, and father and mother, and grandfather, and cow...and turkey...and dogs...and cats...and dragon bat....and semi-god things that called themselves kwamis...and two very very powerful almost godlike godparents (Diana and Clark.) Now Bruce didn't like to think about it but he did also have to add Mari's....friends to that list... i.e. some of his rogues, which yes was fucking bizarre beyond all reason, but some had even cut back on crime because of their friendship with his little mini-hero so that was a plus. Right?

Well that was a thought for another day, now he got to take his little girl around and take her into meetings, which was certainly going to be interesting, but Marietta always seemed interested in watching him work so he wasn't too worried. He packed her plenty of snacks along with her lunch that Alfred made, he made sure to pack her favorite toys and a variety of coloring books and markers and crayons. And of course he remembered to pack cookies for Tikki who was riding in the hood of Marietta's dress. Plus he made sure to pack a little first aid kid just in case, also another sweater for Marietta in case she got cold.

He liked to be prepared. Sue him.

First meeting of the day was with a Ms. Graham de Vanily. If his memory served right this was Emilie and not Amelie who he had spoken with in the past. Not for the first time he had to wonder what possessed their parents to name the identical twin sisters Emilie and Amelie, but apparently she had brought along her son as well so that made this meeting a little less awkward. He adjusted his hold on Marietta before he continued on his walk to his office where he would be meeting Ms. Emilie, he had hoped to show his daughter around more when they had arrived but he had actually forgotten about this particular meeting and so hadn't rescheduled it to a time when he would hand over Marietta to one of her brother's since they deemed it "unfair" that only he got to show her his work.

Honestly his boys. They were wonderful but boy did they get jealous of one another if Marietta gave one more attention than the other. He fondly remembered one family game night where all the boys were asking who Mari's favorite brother is and she had just been laughing at all the attention not really understanding and it was the first time Bruce had witnessed Damian giving someone a smile and opening his arms for a hug. Of course he had done it behind all his siblings backs and only Alfred and Bruce himself had seen it. It was a sight to see everyone's face when Mari giggled out a, "Dami!", and ran over to him. When everyone turned around he was back to his stoic face but he was hugging Marietta and she was snuggling herself against him but as he looked at everyone he gave them a small smirk. There was an uproar, a demand for a retest, but Damian wouldn’t have it and it had been one of the most chaotic nights in the Manor. Selina had been very entertained especially when Marietta somehow made her way out of the gaggle of children and waddled over to her and had climbed in her lap very clumsily before plopping herself down and making herself comfortable, almost like a cat Bruce had thought, before smiling up at Selina. Selina had just turned to Bruce and said in a complete monotone voice, “I would die for this child.” 

Him and Selina hadn't tied the knot yet so to say, nor had he proposed. They were trying their hand at dating again but he couldn't help the way his heart skipped and his mind conjured up images of tuxedos, lace, friends and family, cakes and kisses, and rings and vows exchanged, when his baby girl, his little Marietta looked up at Selina and called her Maman. Bruce wondered if she ever shared his thoughts, he almost convinced himself she did whenever he saw her melt and practically purr when Mari, or as Selina liked to call her, Kitten, would call her Maman. He could see the love in the older woman's eyes and he had no doubt in his heart that this time, they would work out, this time they would get their 'happily ever after' or whatever came close to it.

He was ripped from his thought when he heard his baby girl giggle at something Lucius said.

"Morning Lucius."

"And good morning to you Mr. Wayne. I see you brought the little one."

"Yes. I promised I would bring her but I must admit, the meeting with Ms. Graham de Vanily slipped my mind." Bruce sighed out.

"I guessed as much. Well if you want, I can watch the Little Wayne while you have your meeting." Lucius offered, of course Bruce trusted him to watch Marietta seeing as the older man also practically adopted Mari at first sight. He was basically another grandfather to her.

"Gampa Fox!" Marietta began before dissolving into her baby babble. She was getting very good at speaking. Honestly she was very smart for a two year old.

"That's okay Lucius, I want to bring her in. Besides if her brothers spot her with you they wouldn't hesitate to snatch her up before their scheduled times. If Ms. Graham de Vanily has a problem with it I will insist on a reschedule. It's not everyday I get some one on one time with Marietta." Bruce admitted.

"You know one day someone is going to say no to you despite your good looks, money and reputation. Fine. Head on in, our guest is already here, which by the way, I don't think she will mind Mari seeing as she brought her own son to this meeting." Lucius sighed but he gave Mari a little wave and pointed Bruce to one of the smaller meeting rooms they had in Wayne Enterprises.

"Aww Lucius you think I'm good looking?"

"Go."

"Yes sir." Bruce chuckled out with a brief wave before he made his way over to the meeting room Lucius had pointed to and gently rapped his knuckled on the outside door despite the room being visible from outside because of the large windows. He heard a feminine voice call out from inside so he entered,

“Remember your manners Marietta and if you need anything don’t be shy.” Bruce told his daughter softly as they walked in, he chuckled when she nodded enthusiastically. As soon as he caught sight of the blonde woman he put on his best business smile. “Ah, Ms. Graham de Vanily, so sorry to keep you waiting. I must admit that this meeting slipped my mind.”

“No worries Mr. Wayne, I don’t believe this will be long. I see you brought your daughter. I brought my son! Adrien say hi.” Ms. Graham de Vanily light-heartedly scolded her son and tapped his shoulder. When Bruce took his seat and placed Marietta on his lap he finally got a good look at them both. Both mother and son were blond, her son, Adrien was a teenager, from the looks of it he was 16 maybe even 17. When his mother tapped him on the shoulder he sat up straighter than when he was slouching so obviously he didn’t want to come. So why bring him then? 

“Hello Mr. Wayne, it’s an honor to meet you.” Adrien greeted him with a model smile, he had seen enough to spot them from the real deal.

“Likewise. Marietta, can you say ‘hello’ to our guests?” Bruce asked gently down to his daughter who was being uncharacteristically quiet. Usually she would already saying ‘hi’ and waving, maybe even trying to get a high five or hand shake. Though now she was hiding her face in his chest and hugging her backpack to her, she made a small noise like a whimper and Bruce was absolutely dumbfounded. His daughter had never acted like this before, not even with Joker for crying out loud yet here she was trembling and trying to hide herself in his arms. He didn’t know what was going on but his daughter was scared so he scooped her up and held her closer to him but she still tried to pull herself closer. Finally Bruce caught sight of Tikki inside Marietta’s open backpack and saw her antennae-like things pulled back and her eyes narrowed as the kwami glared at Ms. Graham de Vanily and her son, if he wasn’t mistaken she was even glowing a faint red especially as she stared at Adrien. Bruce didn’t understand what was causing these reactions but he did know one thing, he wasn’t going to make Marietta sit there.

“I apologize. She’s not normally like this, I think it would be best if I take her to one of her brothers if you don’t mind.” 

“Oh...no worries at all. I’m sorry if we scared her somehow.” The woman actually sounded genuine but Bruce wasn’t going to risk anything, especially with how her son actually looked at his daughter for the first time that they walked in there.

“I’m sure that’s not the case, but it will probably be best to take her to one of her brothers that way we can get through this meeting. I will be fast.” With that he was out the room and speedwalking down the hall over to Lucius’s office. “I don’t have time to explain but Marietta was acting strange around Ms. Graham de Vanily and her son and Tikki as well. Can you take her to one of her brothers please? Just inform me who and I will go pick her up after the meeting.”

Lucius on his part did his best not to ask questions knowing Bruce didn’t have the time but he did raise a brow that told Bruce he would be answering those unasked questions later. “Of course. I’ll go see what Dick and Damian are up to.”

“Thank you Lucius.” Bruce said sincerely before he made his way back to his meeting. He had questions too and they were all for Tikki, but there would be time for that later, now it was time for business.

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The meeting passed and all Bruce could think about was getting to Marietta. He checked his texts from Lucius that informed him that he did indeed leave Mari with Dick and Damian so he made his way over to the central security room knowing that’s where Dick would most likely be. When he got there he was relieved to see his baby girl laughing and playing with Dick while Damian sat on a chair watching, as he walked in the two boys stood up swiftly with Dick scooping up Marietta and angling her away from the door but when they saw it was him they relaxed. “Father, Lucius told us nothing, what happened?” Damian demanded.

“I’m not sure myself. Marietta started acting scared when we got in the meeting room with Ms. Graham de Vanily and her son Adrien.” Bruce answered.

“NO!” They all stared at Marietta in shock when she screamed and tried to hide herself in Dick’s chest, then they all stared at each other with wide eyes. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Etta what’s wrong?” Dick asked softly.

“No Adrien! No!” Marietta cried out. 

The air grew cold. Bruce could hear his son’s gasp and he wouldn’t be surprised if he did as well. “ طفل الخفافيش (tifl alkhafafish), you’re safe. This Adrien won’t harm you I promise.” Damian cooed to Marietta.

“الأخ الأكبر (al'akhu al'akbar).” Mari cried out wetly as she reached her hands out for him and he of course took her out of Dick’s arms and held her. 

“Tikki. Explain...please.” Bruce pleaded.

Tikki flew out of Mari’s backpack and sadly looked over at the girl before flying over to her and kissing the top of her head before flying and landing on Dick’s desk. “It’s...They are from her old life. Ad- He was her former partner...the one who wished her away. That woman shouldn’t be alive.” 

“He was the one to betray her?” Damian asked, his voice full of ice and steel. “Father I will be needing my swords. All of them.”

“Damian. No.”

“What do you mean no?” His son asked indignantly.

“Yeah what do you mean no?” Tikki asked with a tilt of her head, Bruce glared at her, she knew what she was doing.

“Tikki what do you mean that woman shouldn’t be alive?” Dick asked.

“Simply that. She was a corpse. No soul. Haw-Gab- The villain Mari had to face before, she was his wife. He wished for her life.” Tikki explained as though it made total sense to all of them.

“Yeaaaaah, you’re going to need to expand on that.” Dick said which made Tikki frown in confusion.

“While I do agree with that, maybe we should wait until we are at home to continue this conversation. You boys know how Tim and Jason will be if they aren’t informed about what happened. You boys tell them and I’ll take Marietta. We will continue on with our day, but if you see either of them lingering here alert me. I don’t want Marietta to have to interact with them at all if we can help it.” Bruce said as he gently took Marietta from Damian who looked like he wanted to do anything but give his little sister to his father.

“If I see them I have a right to defend Marietta.” Damian stated. “You can’t stop me.”

“Damian.”

“Don’t worry Bruce, at least he doesn’t have a sword on him.” Dick chuckled.

“Who said I didn’t? Was it Todd?” 

Bruce needed a break. Bruce questioned why he had so many kids not for the first time in his life. Bruce decided to ignore the fact his child admitted to having a sword somewhere on him and just did as he said he was going to do, continue his day with his daughter and if he held her a little closer to him than usual? Well it couldn’t be helped. 

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I know it’s not like the reactions yet but I am in the process of writing Wish Me Away so take this! XD

طفل الخفافيش (tifl alkhafafish): Baby Bat

“الأخ الأكبر (al'akhu al'akbar): Big Brother

[mrs-march-ahs]

Hi! I have a request~ The Evans reactions to losing in any sort of game. Can be board games or video games 😅

The Evans Losing At Games

Headcannons for all, imagines for some!

Cute idea, thank you! I didn’t write much for Jimmy, I’m sorry Jimmy I love you<3

Enjoy:)

Tate

-Clearly a teenage boy who lets emotions build up a lot -Definitely cheats if he’s had enough -If he keeps losing in the same part of the video game and rage quits, it takes him forever to get back into the game - “Ohhhh… I forgot that’s where I let off… fuck it” (quits) -Much better and calmer at playing cards, and generally prefers games were the two of you can talk and he doesn’t have to focus too much

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You laid on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through social media, and occasionally glancing at Tate playing a video game he hasn’t played in a while. When you started talking about games, and you told him you had it, he nostalgically reminisced how much he used to play it when he was alive, so you set it up for him. Every few minutes, when a red screen would pop up, Tate would sigh, and with every passing death, his sighs got louder and angrier.

After only maybe half an hour of playing, Tate clearly couldn’t take it anymore, and threw the control towards the floor, before stomping over to shut the console and TV off. The sound made you flinch, and you had never seen Tate angry before. Nor his body language nor face showed his emotions, just his actions, and when he flopped by your side, he looked fine. If somebody had come in right now, they would just see two teenagers laying next to each other.

“Uhhh… you okay?”, you ask, before rolling over to face him. You poke at his chubby cheek as he stares up at the ceiling and tease him. “Sore loser”.

“Shut up, it’s your fault. You reminded me why I wasn’t allowed to play this game for very long”.

“Wanna play something else? Together? We could play Dragon Ball Z?”, you ask quietly, before going back to your childish sing-song teasing. “Be nice, and I’ll even let you win a few times!”

Tate looks over at you and huffs, before sitting up and getting the controllers, “Good thing you’re used to begging me for mercy”

Kit

-Least sore loser out of them all -Always up for a rematch -He’s pleasant even when he does win - “Want a rematch sugar? So you can have another shot at beating me?” - “Ah you were close, you’re getting good” - “You’re a good rival” - “If I lose, you can drag me to that Rom Com you wanted to see” - “If I win, we make more babies” -Pretends to be competitive when he’s playing with the kids - “I would say Team Girls vs Team Boys… but that’s not fair, the two of you don’t even stand a chance, right Tommy?” -If one of the kids beat him, he’d act super dramatically to give them as much satisfaction of winning -Laser tag is 34 years before Kit’s time, but if he played something like that, he’d try to let the kids win

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You ran around the garden and chased a giggling Julia. Because of current financial issues, the power was out, but not wanting to worry the children to much, and not wanting them to ask too many questions, you and Kit decided to make the most of the sun and tire them out before it got dark. Kit, being the big kid he is, suggested playing a tag-like game Thomas invented, where you each get three pebbles each, and try to get each other out by throwing them. Gently. Unless you were throwing them at Kit.

Julia started slowing down when she reached the corner of the house, hoping to hide from you, but you were right behind her, making her turn around and burst out in giggles. When the 5-year-old laughed, the only thing you could see was the missing tooth she donated to the tooth fairy last night. Once you circled all around the house, you come back in view of the garden, and see Julia hiding behind Kit.

“That’s cheating!”, he exclaims, trying to run away from her and toss a pebble in her direction, only for her to do it faster. The second Julia’s tiny rock hits Kit’s tummy and bounced, he put his hands over his stomach and held it like a gun wound. He dropped to the floor dramatically, leaving the two little kids to die of laughter, and you walk over to him, Kit peeping open one eye slightly to see if you were watching him, and then stuck his tongue out to play dead. You picked up a stick from the floor and poked at his chest, making Kit chuckle but quickly hide it.

“Is it dead?”, you ask.

Thomas leans in closer to look at his dad on the floor, before Kit opens his eyes and pulls Tommy to the floor with him, rolling over to be on top of him.

“I win!”, Kit announces, before kissing his son on the cheek.

Franken Kyle

-He doesn’t particularly play complicated games, but he isn’t too patient and gets frustrated with himself pretty easily -If on one of his educational games, he messes something up too many times in a row, he’ll shut off the game and throw the tablet on the bed -He’ll avoid even looking at it -If he loses a tickle fight he’ll sit and whine, straddle you and then tickle you until you beg him to stop -Whines even if he loses at rock paper scissors -He likes colouring and drawing, and because it’s good for his motor skills, the two of you made a really simple game together -You drew out a long snake shape on a big piece of paper and drew lines in between for the spaces -Kyle carefully coloured them in with pencil and with a marker you wrote occasional things like ‘Go back two spaces’ or ‘Go forward three spaces’ -Sweet little Ky would roll the dice, and take his time, pushing his little figurine, which was something like a pencil sharpener or a bottle cap, and counted out the spaces -Got super excited if he won, but wouldn’t mind losing -He would insist the two of you keep playing, and you’re only allowed to stop and go to bed if you end on him winning -Sometimes he would try to let you win so that you could keep playing -Whine and pout if you had to stop playing, and how are you meant to say no to him? -You would have to promise you’ll play tomorrow -You’d be able to slowly make more and more complicated games, until eventually he’d be able to play things like checkers or Ludo

Jimmy

-Lowkey a sore loser -If there were loads of different people playing, he would be a lot more friendly -If he lost, he would still be super annoyed, but just wouldn’t show it -But if it was the two of you, he’d be super competitive -The type of person to flip the board game if he was losing -But he’d apologise straight away and pout if you didn’t want to play with him again - “C’mon let’s play again, I’ll be nice this time” - “Loser gets spanked” -Loves playing games like beer pong

James

-Unpleasant loser but also not a pleasant winner -Bitter compliments if you win at cards - “Well done darling, who would have thought with your high school education you were such a poker master” -Only willing to play the same 5 card games, because if you teach him a new board game he is not familiar with and he loses, he’ll claim it’s only because he’s new to the game -Absolutely infuriated if he loses at Monopoly, since he built a hotel after all -Don’t even bother trying to teach him how to play a video game -And of course - “Only amateurs keep score”

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“What are you doing, dear?”, James said, fascinated at your little character wandering around a shop, on the screen in front of both of you.

“I’m trying to buy this plant, but I don’t have enough money, I want to see if I can sell anything I have”, you explain, pointing at your backpack filled with items that you can exchange for spare coins.

“Nonsense, darling, why don’t you simply stab the storekeeper and steal what you desire?”

“Because this is Animal Crossing, James, there isn’t a stab button”

Kai

-Kai likes playing video games or board games with literally anybody apart from you -He likes playing with Ozzy because he’s a kid so most of the time Kai can beat him easily -Definitely not the type of person to let the kid win, even if Ozzy is sobbing and Ally asks him to let Ozzy win once in a while - “Winning fairly will feel so much better for him” - “He won’t appreciate success if he doesn’t first taste failure” -Sometimes instead of story time with his troops he’ll play some board games -At first, everybody will keep letting Kai win out of fear -But eventually someone will win, and everybody else will be fearful for them, scared Kai will be angry - “Finally somebody capable, somebody strong, not scared to show their true capabilities” -But if you ask him to play a game with you, he probably won’t -If you eventually beg enough that he will agree to play a game with you, he’ll tell you he’s only playing one -If you win, he’ll be like, “Okay, are you happy now?” - “Finally it’s over” - “I let you win, are you happy?” -But if he wins, he’ll try to get you to play a few more games - “Are you giving up already?” - “Don’t be a sore loser, rise up to the challenge” - “I assumed you wanted to win, not just to play”

- (Kai loses) “See… you have to give a humiliated man a chance to redeem himself in his own ey-”

[shirtlessfelix]

Demon to Freddy, Angel to Quentin

Hello friends!! Got two very long requests that asked for a scenario based on Pinhead's mercy for children; naturally, he would hate Freddy Krueger and want to spare Quentin. One was @chaoticlovingdreamer, and the other was anonymous, so thank you both very much for your requests!! I hope you enjoy this :) <3

1087 words

Run... run... keep running...

His chest rose and fell shakily with his breaths, sloshing in the mud and trying not to fall over into it. Freddy Krueger was right on Quentin's heels, metal scraping metal just behind him. Even running for his life, it was so hard to stay awake. His eyes wanted to close, and his body wanted to give out, to let him rest and regain his energy so he could keep running, but if he stopped now, he would die, and Quentin couldn't let himself die.

... faster...

He zig-zagged between trees and around tall white fencing until he made it into one of the houses, but it was a dead end.

... turn him around... faster...

Upstairs he went, and back down again, around one side and back through to the other—Freddy couldn't tell from which direction his panting came, but he was determined to catch Quentin again. He was Freddy's final prize, the last before the Entity would reward him handsomely for a job well done, but the boy would never let him.

Quentin had made it back into the school basement, tripping down the stairs when he scared himself into thinking he heard the scraping knives again, but it was only steam-works. The fall was unfortunate; the moment his palms hit the concrete floor, he'd been coaxed into the dream world once again, desperately listening for the killer's lullaby.

The good thing was that Quentin had some time to breathe. He looked around the basement for anything that might help him keep Freddy at a distance: a flashlight, scrap metal, or dare he hope for an explosive that someone may have left behind for him. Nothing popped up that he cared about except for a broken bone piece that he may have been able to use if it weren't so dull.

He walked around slowly, ears on high alert, when he noticed something glimmering by the mattress. Upon closer inspection, it was a cube with intricate engravings, nothing he'd ever seen before in his wake or sleep. He thought it must have been one of Freddy's tricks to distract him, or something to throw him off so he wouldn't even hear his threatening hums.

Speaking of which, he heard the faintest hint of the schoolchildren's song as it became louder every second he kept standing still. Swiftly, he was inside of a locker with the strange box held close to his chest. Quentin always found it hard to keep still, especially when he couldn't tell just how close Freddy was to him. His thumb traced along the grooves in the box, feeling for its patterns as his heartbeat settled down.

Shh... don't move... he'll leave...

His thumb found a circle and passed over it, keeping it in motion the longer he kept listening to his thoughts without paying attention—without realizing that the box was expanding between his fingers. It was a puzzle box, that much he could gather, but solving a puzzle would be such a waste of time. He kept it in his hand, moving his thumb along the edges and around the corners, until the lullaby came closer and left. Freddy didn't find him. He couldn't have looked very hard.

As Quentin stepped out of the locker, he was scared more stiffly than he was any time he laid eyes on Freddy. The dream world had become darker, less like a trance and more like a hallucination. Standing in front of him was a creature—a man?—clad in dark leather and with nails in his head, a pallor like he was death himself.

"The box," it said, "you opened it.

"Enough for me, anyway, so I came."

Quentin's eyes nearly rolled out of his skull, and he dropped the box to the ground without a second thought. The man looked at him for a moment, observing his unmoving fright and waiting for him to react any more.

"Why?" he asked in his deep, thunderous voice. Quentin didn't know what to say.

"This isn't real," he finally whispered, more than confused as he'd never seen this thing before; and, as far as he knew, no one else had either. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just..."

"Wait."

He waited.

"You're not Fred Krueger."

Quentin stepped back, pressing into the locker as he shook his head. "No, he's—" he stuttered, "I don't know where he is, but he's after me." A moment passed, and the man looked around before a smile pulled on his lips.

"He's here!"

And back into the locker for Quentin as the lullaby suddenly became too loud for him to bear, and those finger-knives echoed through the steam-filled basement halls. Krueger taunted, called out for Quentin, but he was met with somebody much more powerful than the teenager he'd taken advantage of for so long. Even the killer was dumbstruck upon being greeted with a strong, "You're Fred Krueger... I've been waiting for you."

No warning, no stalling, and even less time to entertain his freedom, Freddy's flesh was pierced by a chain that flew from a fissure out of thin air. He screamed in agony, just as confused as Quentin, who watched in terror and a feeling of catharsis. That thing had come for Krueger, and Quentin helped find him.

The bladed glove didn't stand a chance against just how many chains were grabbing onto Freddy through the thick of his sweater and into his skin. First his arms, then his legs, then his body and his face, all pulling in different directions until it threatened to slip right off.

Before that, though, the ground cracked beneath Freddy's feet, and from it rose a pillar with hooks and chains and a collection of body parts, all in pieces ripped to shreds—presumably all victims of this otherworldly being.

It scraped along Freddy's back, and the chains wrapped him around him, binding his limbs against the splintered wood before it sucked him into the same portal it came from. The lullaby had gone silent. Freddy Krueger was gone.

"Come out," the man said, turning back to face Quentin's locker, and he was too afraid to defy him. "Leave," he ordered. "Close the box. I'll return."

Quentin looked at the cube he'd still been holding onto, eyes darting between it and the man hovering in front of him. He pushed the piece back into its place, and with yellow and orange sparks along his face, the man disappeared. Just like that.

"He... killed Krueger...

"He killed him?"

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the dragon republic - r.f kuang   sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw :   drugs , suicide mention , illness , addiction , death , murder , nsfw  , language

‘I’m telling you, you’re not in any state to be useful.’

‘get out of bed and stop being such a brat.

‘you will learn to control yourself, and you will start protecting them.’

‘you think you’re on the brink of madness, you think that this moment is going to be when you finally snap, but it’s not.’

‘eventually you learn to exist on the precipice of insanity.’

‘it should have been you. you should have died.’

‘revolution is fine in theory. but nobody wants to die.’

‘you can stop pretending to be my friend, because I know that’s all you came for.’

‘you’re dead. I saw you die.’

‘all you want is to get your revenge. but you could be so much more. do so much more. you could change history.’

‘can’t I be happy? I’ve missed you.’

‘of course you’re in on this madness. what did I expect?’

‘you’re frightened all the time. you think everyone’s out to get you, and you want them to be out to get you because then that’ll give you an excuse to hurt them.’

‘fuck your pain.’

‘you asked how large my sorrow is, and I answered, like a river in spring flowing east.’

‘if you just keep breathing, I’ll tell you a story.’

‘you spend your whole life chasing after some illusion you think is real, only to realize you’re a damned fool, and that if you reach any further, you’ll drown.’

‘you don’t have to suffer alone, you know.’

‘you’re so strong. whatever you’re seeing, whatever you’re feeling, it’s not as strong as you are.’

‘she thinks it’s funny to watch her prey squirm before she kills it.’

‘she knows what drives men, and she takes their deepest desire and makes them believe that she is the only thing that can give it to them.’

‘I don’t need your fake sympathy.’

‘I know nothing. I help no one. let’s leave it at that, shall we?’

‘you are my greatest weapon. do not disappoint.’

‘you’ve been feeling the pull, haven’t you? it’s consuming you. your mind is not your own.’

‘does it ever bother you? that you are only a pale imitation of ____?’

‘are you insane? you want to live, you fucking hide.’

‘I know you’ll fight her to the end. but I hope you realize you’re going to go mad trying.’

‘I would never lie to you.’

‘I mean, sometimes I think maybe I can stop, maybe I can just run away. but what I’ve seen—-what I’ve done—- I can’t come back from that.’

‘when you have the power that you do, your life is not your own.’

‘people will seek to use you or destroy you.’

‘you can’t do it alone. I’m all you got. you have to trust me.’

‘you don’t know how to fix me, do you? you never did.’

‘good men are dead because of you. I hope you know.’

‘I saw how you were hurting. that looked like torture. I thought you might be relieved.’

‘you’re always talking about ____ like he was some great hero. but he wasn’t.’

‘I’d die before I let anyone hurt you’

‘you can’t keep me safe, so you might as well let me fight.’

‘I like you better. aren’t you flattered?’

‘how does it feel getting a taste of your own medicine?’

‘it’s like I’m frozen in one moment. and no one knows it because everyone else moved on except me.’

‘I can’t figure out who’s right or wrong, and I’m the smart one, I’m always supposed to have the right answer, but I don’t.’

‘I just wanted it to be over. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t want to hurt them, not really, I just wanted it to end.’

‘I suppose it’s not easy going to war against friends.’

‘___ made her choice. she just happened to be dead fucking wrong.’

‘he’s still grieving. and there’s nothing you can do to make that hurt less.’

‘you know what your problem is? you have no impulse control. absolutely zero. none.’

‘you have to fight for something, you can’t just—just live your life like a fucking coward.’

‘it’s not about who you are, it’s about how they see you. and once you’re mud in this country, you’re always mud.’

‘I stuck with you because we thought we’d stay together. we’re always supposed to be together.’

‘it sounds like you’re saying that people have to die for progress.’

‘war’s different when you’re not struggling for survival.’

‘your secret is safe from ___, if that what you’re asking. but I don’t understand why you’re lying to me.’

‘I’m not stupid. I know what I saw.’

‘don’t sentence us to death just because you’ve been humiliated.’

‘she’s telling the truth. you’re just not listening because you’re terrified that someone else is right.’

‘cant give orders for shit, but you love taking them.’

‘I realized that he’d gone crazy and that something had broken and that that path was just going to lead to his death.’

‘did you think he’d fall in love with you if you just did what he asked?’

‘don’t lie to me. I know what you’ve done.’

‘we  /  I don’t need your permission to exist.’

‘you’re little children, grasping in a void that you don’t understand for toys that don’t belong to you.’

‘he dared to threaten us  /  me. he deserved what he got.’

‘would a simple thank-you suffice? or did you also want a hug?’

‘you think it makes you strong, but it’s going to destroy you.’

‘I didn’t think it was worth scaring you when I couldn’t do anything about it.’

‘you weren’t going to tell me I was going mad!’

‘she promises you peace when you know you ought to be fighting a war. that’s worse.’

‘no one has to die. you can have everything back. everyone. no one has to go.’

‘he only has as much power as you give him.’

‘you can tell me everything I hate about myself, but I already know. you can’t say anything to hurt me more.’

‘I loved an idea of you. I was infatuated with you. I wanted to be you.’

‘I loved you too. do you believe that?’

‘it’s alright to cry. I know what you saw.’

‘our dead don’t leave us. they’ll haunt you as long as you let them.’

‘that boy is a disease on your mind. forget him.’

‘he was brilliant. he was different. you’d have never met anyone like him.’

‘this is why we are polite to our allies.’

‘we’re soldiers. we’re always about to die.’

‘I want it more than anything. but I can’t ask you to do this for me.’

‘you are going to kill him. and then nothing will save you.’

‘if you love him, then you can trust yourself to protect him.’

‘you have the same eyes. angry. desperate. you’ve seen too much. you hate too much.’

‘all we have is this story unfolding, and in the script of this world, nothing’s going to bring ___ back to life.’

‘I can’t look at you and not see him.’

‘we’re fighting for something good. something worth fighting for.’

‘I have to do this. otherwise I have nothing.’

‘i’m going to tell you a story. I want you to just listen. and I want you to believe me. please.’

‘I don’t think I can die. i’ve tried.’

‘when you have this much power and this much is at stake you don’t fucking run from it.’

‘I’m scared for you. for both of us. I can’t help that.’

‘if you stay here you’ll die for nothing.’

‘you’re my sister. how could I not remember you?’

‘holy shit. you’re going to die. we’re all going to die.’

‘you never think, do you? you always just pick whatever fights you want, whenever you want, and fuck the consequences—-’

‘if you die, I die.’

‘we’ll keep surviving until we’re safe and the world can’t touch us. one enemy at a time, agreed?’

‘you don’t know anything going into a battle. you only know the stakes.’

‘I had a dream. you died.’

‘I just want to make things right between us. what’s that going to take?’

‘I really am sorry. please, I don’t want us to end like this.’

‘please—- you have more enemies than you think you do—-’

‘you taught me the meaning of fear. nothing more.’

‘I know what kind of person you are— you betray those who help you and you throw lives away like they’re nothing.’

‘we are precisely the same, you and I.’

‘we’ve acquired more power than any mortal should have the right to, which means we have to make the decisions no one else can.’

‘the world is our chessboard. it’s not our fault if the pieces get broken.’

‘would you really do things differently, if you had another chance?’

‘tell me you wouldn’t have given up everything. tell me you wouldn’t sacrifice everything and everyone you knew for the power to take back your country.’

‘you don’t understand the stakes, because you don’t know the meaning of true fear. you don’t know how much worse it could have been.’

‘I’m sorry I hurt you. but I had a plan to protect my people, and you simply got in the way.’

‘____ discards allies without blinking when they are no longer convenient, and if you don’t believe me when I say you’re next, then you’re a fool.’

‘you need me far more than you need them.’

‘you think that he’s invincible, but he is more fragile than you think.’

‘I know that he’d throw himself off a cliff for you. please stop trying to break him.’

‘a puppet to the end. when are you going to learn?’

‘I know what you told him. now I want you to tell me the truth.’

‘have you ever considered being less of a pretentious fuck?’

‘do you have any idea how much trouble you are?’

‘do you want someone to rearrange your face? because I’ll do it for free.’

‘I just don’t want the world to break you.’

‘don’t you dare puke on me.’

‘if you’re trying to drown me, then you’re being a little obvious about it.’

‘why do you always think someone’s trying to kill you?’

‘I feared you, I hated you, and that never really went away.’

‘you can’t beat that thing. you have no idea what you’re up against.’

‘this is what happens when men are fool enough to toy with heaven.’

‘chaos is clever. it can disguise itself as rational and benevolent. it can make us merciful. but in the end, it must always be hunted down and destroyed.’

‘if you’re going to kill us all then you’ll have to kill him, too.’

‘he’s not the one we’re trying to save.’

‘you’ll be alright. it’s not as bad as you think it is.’

‘I’m supposed to be a soldier! what the fuck am I supposed to do now?’

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

In recognition of 200 followers.....

I composed a list of 200 hero x villain dialogue prompts for you guys to ask me or reblog it and ask your own followers or if you take inspiration.

Thank you so much! It means a whole lot!

1. "I wish I had longer to love you."

2. "Sometimes being the greatest is being the worse."

3. "I will kill you if you die on me."

4. "Bury me... under a willow tree... with tulips and lilies to blossom in the spring and a small stream to keep me company."

5. "Villains aren't capable of love; yet, here I am crying over your grave."

6. "The kitten's name is Max."

7. "I'm going to get a beer."

8. "There is only one way to kill me, but you could never muster the strength to pull through."

9. "I'm dizzy with love for you."

10. "Hero, you are drunk not a toddler."

11. "I pledge to serve you willingly, butthead."

12. "Ride the waves with me." "You are a mermaid, no thanks."

13. "Stay awake for me; it's only a little farther."

14. "I can't carry you!"

15. "He isn't much, but we'll make do."

16. "I WANT TO SEE HER! LET ME SEE HER PLEASE. Please..."

17. "George Washington never told a fib, and I am greater than him, so trust me, Hero, when I say I am telling the truth."

18. "Eggs and butter make dough, knives and guns make death."

19. "You are insane."

20. "The bomb is going off in twenty seconds, Hero. Run now. I-I'm going to stop it."

21. "What is love?"

22. "I don't get the function of hugs."

23. "Mentally I'm good, but physically..."

24. "I only wished for happiness from that genie. I guess it was evil."

25. "Break him, shatter him, destroy him."

26. "Sing with me."

27. "Villain you are touch starved, not dying."

28. "What the heck did you do to your hair." "What? You don't like it?" "It looks like my cat's litterbox."

29. "Don't give me hope."

30. "I am not a disease or a parasite. I am a human. I am one of those millions you swore to protect."

31. "Kiss, marry, kill?" "Kill, kill, kill."

32. "You created me."

33. "Villain don't you dare pass out."

34. "I like the look of blood on you, compliments your eyes."

35. "I kinda dropped Hero through space."

36. "Power exhaustion sucks."

37. "Time to save the world. Yay!" *says in sarcasm*

38. "Let me feed you Hero."

39. "You do not have AC?!"

40. "Villain you have a fever."

41. "Am I drunk?"

42. "Movies. Nine o'clock. Don't be late."

43. "Lemme grab a beer and we are good to go."

44. "Don't. Look. At. Me."

45. "He just had his wisdom teeth out sooo." "How bad can it be? Villain has been shot with twenty tranq darts at one and didn't pass out... immediately anyway, took a good twenty minutes." "Well, you see-" "THE KITTEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!"

46. "She needs surgery."

47. "It's a panic attack..." "KISS HIM!"

48. "Blood, gore, madness... this was made for me."

49. "Quit drooling on me and sit up."

50. "There's only one bed."

51. "He looks so cute when he sleeps."

52. "Of all the places to live, you had to choose a heavily fortified medieval castle two thousand years in the past?"

53. "You are a peacock Hero."

54. "Let's see who will drown first. You or me. One, two, three... let's go!"

55. "I wasn't always like this."

56. "Madness is for geniuses, not for me."

57. "It's just a sedative that's going to make you nice and docile."

58. "He's out." "Good, let him rest, villainy is hardwork."

59. "I love her, but she doesn't love me."

60. "If I had a choice to save you or me, I'd pick me."

61. "Gag her."

62. "They aren't made for this, give them mercy."

63. "Talk now or she dies."

64. "Broken ribs, broken jaw, broken arm... are you sure you want me to continue." "No." "Then tell me your name."

65. "Get me some thread and a needle. Just don't touch me."

66. "The police are coming."

67. "Tell me where she is. TELL ME WHERE IS SHE OR I WILL SLASH YOUR THROAT AND TOSS YOU IN THE SEWER!!!!!"

68. "I love you." "I don't."

69. "Hug me just one last time."

70. "Villain hey hey hey. Calm down. You've been in a pretty bad accident."

71. "They won't be able to walk again."

72. "Tell me... just tell if they made it."

73. "Can't you just poof me another arm?"

74. "If you saved all of them, you can save me."

75. "I'm really tired..."

76. "Sleep. I will stay with you."

77. "She is sixteen years old." "All musicians start young." "This isn't a concert, this is life. Stop ruining it."

78. "He"s been in an accident." "Where?" "Five minutes away from your place."

79. "I wish he wasn't unconscious, so I could talk to him. So I could thank him."

80. "It's been four months now. I have came everyday and, uh, I dunno what to say. Hero, I need you to wake up. I can't function knowing you are right here."

81. "I have a date." "Hmm with who?" "Supervillain." "When and where honey?"

82. "Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. We are still being hunted."

83. "Desert?" "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

84. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." "I know, I know dear and I so sorry, but I need you to help me. I need you to help them."

85. "Villain just sleep. Allow the drugs to take you under. Don't fight it, don't resist... just sleep. In the morning, we will be safe."

86. "Being lost in the woods isn't ideal."

87. "An injection of valium will do it."

88. "There's no anesthesia."

89. "Wouldn't it be great if we never met each other?"

90. "Bless you." "I didn't sneeze." "Yeah right. Now go sit down, you're sick."

91. "It's called insomnia you dim-wit."

92. "Join me and we can be great."

93. "You didn't bring me here for the cake." "No, dear, but you are so gullible. I brought you here for a sacrifice." "My life?" "Why yes."

94. "I don't know. I never had someone collapse on my doorstep before."

95. "I have nothing to lose. No family, no friends, just my meaningless life."

96. "That's my daughter, not the villain's... so give me her back before I rip your eyes out."

97. "How long was I out for?!" "Ten minutes, but you were drifting. I don't think you had that good of rest." "Oh, I thought I was asleep for hours."

98. "I know, I know you are going to hate me after this, but trust me when I say it's for the best."

99. "I know everything about you."

100. "I think narcissism is contagious because after watching you for a couple hours, I think I may have developed a little crush on the mirror..."

101. "What did you give me?"

102. "Is she screams, I'm going to scream, and then we are going to die."

103. "No fighting today, my cat just died."

104. "How hard did you punch me?"

105. "Not gonna lie, being delirious was epic."

106. "I am cooking for you. You aren't my servant, so stop thinking it."

107. "My old masters made me into a weapon and called me Villain, but if you desire a lapdog I am going to need to be refurnished to fit your needs."

108. "What is his deal?" "I think he's just crazy."

109. "Love is not what I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with you."

110. "Hugs are overrated."

111. "Are you too hot or too cold?" "Both."

112. "I wish we could turn back time."

113. "I lost the game." "What do you mean? Hero is dead." "Precisely."

114. "Make a wish." "That you live."

115. "Villain has been acting exceptional! Today we granted them a break from the machine. Go ahead Hero and take him for some ice cream."

116. (Sleepy murmurs) "Don't go. I neeeed you." "Yeah yeah I know Villain."

117. "Villain was the one who hurt me, not Hero."

118. "Supervillain is in danger!"

119. "If everyone is scared of me, I might as well be alone."

120. "My head is killing me."

121. "Don't call an ambulance. Just... hold me."

122. "You don't have to do this. It's going to hurt you more than me." "Anything for you dearest, anything at all."

123. "Hero, go wash your hands before dinner."

124. "You have PTSD?" "I don't know?"

125. "I have soap in my eyes!' "Rinse it out." "Mm no I'm permanently mortally blinded." "Uh huh."

126. "We need to cuddle to keep warm."

127. "Take care of them for me, will you?"

128. "When I'm gone, promise to tell my mother, please."

129. "Drug him and then bring him to me."

130. "Superheroes are for children. In all honesty, we are all villains."

131. "Oh my gosh, Hero, what happened?" "Poisoned."

132. "Wouldn't it be nice?" "I don't fancy prosthetics."

133. "Just shut up and listen!"

134. "There is a memorial parade for Hero tomorrow. They asked you to lead it."

135. "She turned it around... at the end."

136. "I wish that he understood how much I care for him."

137. "Civilian! He fell asleep in my lap last night, like totally zooted. It was so cute, but also very tempting. I stuck a french fry up his nose." "Wow. Did he wake up then?" "Yeah, I am sorta kidnapped right now..."

138. "The book, the sword... all pieces of the puzzle huh." "No, darling, all pieces of my game."

139. "Their death is my fault! Not your's, but mine, so quit trying to make me feel better."

140. "Once upon a time-" "Oh please, not another fairytale."

141. "If only it was that easy."

142. "We are stuck in a maze, how can you be so joyful?"

143. "Celebrate Hero, eat your cake, party into the night... but just know, I will be back."

144. "Call 911!" "Why?" "I stubbed my toe."

145. "Your jawline looks like it was gauzed over in lard." "It looks better than your hay for hair."

146. "You're my best friend." "Villain? Are you on drugs?"

147. "Lay him there and leave him. Let the rats dine on him."

148. "The point of the cow suit?" "Oh, uh, I was at a Halloween parade. You know, for children."

149. "I-i never wanted to hurt you." "I know, I wanted you to, so I allowed it."

150. "Favorite movie?" "Your death." "Ooo never heard of it, let's watch it." "*groans* Oh my gosh, you are stupid."

151. "Being a flutist is my only superpower. And being modest apparently."

152. "Your head will join my collection if yoi don't watch out."

153. "Hey, hey! Wake up, buddy. It's just a nightmare."

154. "Meh head hurts." "Yeah, you hit it pretty hard."

155. "Let's go for a ride." "On that yellow miniature school bus?" "It's a ranger you idiot."

156. "No painkillers, no bandages, perfect environment for infection to settle... I'm just gonna leave you here Villain."

157. "I save you and this is how you repay me? A prison?"

158. "What are you doing?" "Climbing a tree? No Hero, I am breaking into your house to kidnap you."

159. "I formally apologize."

160. "Of all places, Hero, you had to teleport us to a desert. A DESERT."

161. "Supervillain won't stop unless we team up." "I don't think our alliance will stop them, I think it'll just make them angrier."

162. "Stop singing or I will blow this place until even the last atom is broken into itty-bitty molecules!" "That... that is scientifically impossible."

163. "I'm a genius! Yippee!"

164. "Life isn't perfect and nor is your morals."

165. "Control yourself before you kill everyone around you."

166. "Say your goodbyes."

167. "Of all the ways I've died, drowning was by far the nicest."

168. "Love the collar. Is it for fashion purposes?" "Uh, um, uh, er, no?"

169. "You look lonely. Want some hot coco?"

170. "It is negative million out there and you expect me to come in toasty warm after fixing your power?"

171. "Are you sick?" "Yeh." "Come on in then."

172. "Civilian, don't even bother trying to save him."

173. "We have a breach!"

174. "What makes a villain's life less important than your's?"

175. "Enjoy your soup." "You poisoned it." "And you're delusional, eat up."

176. "I hate 99% of the population." "According to a meme I found, you are therefore a cat."

177. "Don't overuse your powers."

178. "This is just an unfortunate event."

179. "You look so cute when you are sleepy and barely conscious."

180. "His fever is rising."

181. "Save her, leave me. I'll-i'll get out of this somehow."

182. "Sometimes self-sacrifice isn't noble, it's selfish."

183. "You are so funny that I need my inhaler to kill you with." "That sentence was so discombobulated that I am leaving."

184. "Just for your information, I hate oranges but love grapes."

185. "Walking down the stairs shouldn't be a momental effort." "You broke both your legs."

186. "You just destroyed my life's work, don't expect me to give you a huge bear hug."

187. "Is it true that you have telekinesis?" "Yes, why?" "Go steal me a donut."

188. "You are so incredibly touch starved, Villain." "Mmm." "Tired? Go ahead and sleep, I'm here."

189. "This is for your own good, I promise."

190. "I'm cold."

191. "I don't want to move and you can't make me."

192. "I AM RETIRED! YOU DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE TO SEND ME PAMPHLETS OF THE HOTTEST HERO OF THE YEAR!"

193. "He's unconscious." "That tired, huh." "No, he passed out from blood loss."

194. "I want a kitten."

195. "I'm no scared of you, so stop acting like I am."

196. "He isn't dangerous, just scared."

197. "They won't be going anywhere for a long, long time."

198. "Hero? Hero? Oh my goodness, please wake up."

199. "Life is too short for pleasures."

200. "I hope you are happy, in the end."

[kylosgenesis]

Teardrops on Fire

Synopsis:

Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.

Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.

What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.

Chapter warnings : descriptions of death, abuse, blood, and mentions of miscarriage.

Chapter 2: Honey I tried

“When did it start?” Bucky was holding on to the edge of his kitchen table.He felt nauseated with the thought of her, sick and yearning, He couldn't even picture what she had grown up to look like, A part of him was scared of his own emotions.

“It hasn’t yet!”

“ At least not as of this morning.” her mother was breaking apart! Bucky could tell she was very scared and exhausted! He knew that her daughter's well being must've weighed heavily on her, he could see the physical manifestation of her pain. In just a few hours her nails had been bit to the core, and her tears streaks had left vivid and raw tracks around her cheeks.

“Buck! I know this is a lot to ask, but you have to tell Steve! Were worried she wouldn't make it otherwise. This will be her first heat”

He’d almost forgotten his mothers presence in the room, cause he turned around and met her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She'd grown fond of her friend's daughter over the years. After her own kids had left to form their own lives, she could still go to her and relive some memories of her little ones' younger days.

“I know! I'm still wrapping my head around it, but I know what I have to do” agitation surrounded his voice. He didn't know when his heart started to feel like it wanted to jump out of his chest or when he gripped the glass of water that was left on the table so hard it shattered, but it was evident that he wasn't going to be getting any rest that day.

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Bucky parked his pickup in front of Steve's house. It was the largest house in the village, it wasn't Steve's choice, but he'd inherited it from his father, and his father had inherited it from his father before him. Being the house farthest away from the city limits, but right in the middle of the village meant Steve was protected, but could also be easily accessed.

Looking back at his passenger seat he saw Winnifred with her mom cradled upon her shoulder, comforting her best friend through the probably the second hardest day of her life.

“You should stay here Ma, I'll go get Steve” I know he’ll be happy to see you, but I still don't know how he'll react to her'' He opened his tool box on the bed of his truck and pulled out a large fleece blanket. Neatly folded he handed it over to his mother.

“Just keep her company till I come back”

The lights in Steve's house were on, but Buck could hear the sound of wood being shopped and Steve's grunts coming from the back of the property. As he reached his best friend's view, he took a deep breath. It was all gonna be different now, for all of them.

Steve had a large pair of headphones in, and was clearly a few songs deep into his playlist because when Bucky came around the corner; Steve almost lost a hold of the axe he was holding! Lookin at Buck he lowered his bulky headphones and stabbed the axe to the soft moody ground next to the small uncut piece of wood he was about to turn into lumber.

Steve's hair was not as long as Bucky's, and he had taken a liking to a neatly kept beard.

He grew it out as a joke at first! Clint dared him to grow it for a month, and after a month he'd grown fond of the style.So for the past year now, Steve looked less like a young soldier, and more like those lumberjacks from the cheesy romance novel covers his sister Rebecca loved to read.

“Hey Buck, didn't expect you around so late” Steve combed his hair back with his fingers. A nervous habit Bucky had noticed since childhood, especially when he had a lot on his mind.

“Couldn't sleep?”

Bucky was concerned for his friend, momentarily forgetting the reason for his sudden visit.

“ Banner called! Wanda was there earlier today, she wasn't feeling well. Turns out she was pregnant, and didn't know it!

“Steves that's awesome, when is she due ? we need to celebra…” as he looked into his best friend's eyes he saw the pain behind his look.

“She was miscarrying at the same time she found out she was pregnant, Buck. That's the third pup we've lost this year.I don't know how we're gonna get through this, It's getting harder and harder to keep everyone safe, and pretend we're not gonna be extinct in 50 years”

“Steve…” Steve's gaze was filled with a mixture of tears and rage. He took everyone's pain personally. And hearing about Wanda had awoken an unease within his soul. He couldn't fight the problem! How could a man used to protecting and fighting, deal with a problem that didn't require a fight?

“There’s an omega! She presented this morning!

“Who is she?”

“Remember Katerina? She … uhh … after she was exiled from the pack, she had a daughter!

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“We can't just let him die! We have to take him outside the walls! Someone out there can help him”

Joseph was the second in command to Benjamin Rogers. Two of the strongest alphas the entire western district had ever known. Both feared together, but explosive apart.

Benjamin had fathered a son 7 years earlier, a frail boy. He was often sickly and his future wasn’t promised! He wasn't meant to live much longer, the boy had once again woken up sick. A high fever overcoming his small body.

Benjamin had changed after his wife's death, he blamed the boy for Sarah’s death. A man that was once kind, and dedicated to his family, now lived like a wandering dark shadow inflicting cruelty against anyone that disagreed and crossed his path. His pack was strong! But there was no harmony, only fear.

Sarah had been a beautiful alpha as well as Benjamin. She had a hard time carrying Steve to term, at 7 months she fell bedridden and two weeks later, she had a seizure that compromised her pregnancy. Benjamin himself had to cut the boy out of his dying wife. That choice, as his wife laid there lifeless , covered in blood, and cut open like an animal awoke a demon in Benjamin. He saw death in his son's eyes, that is why he could never love him. He could never care!

Katerina took care of his young baby like her own, she had struggled to have a baby of her own so when Joseph came home holding a still bloody wailing baby, she fell madly in love with the small bundle in his arms.

The boy was small, but smart! He picked up words as young as a few months, and as a toddler he was incredibly gifted. Steve excelled in art, and even knees bit of music. Katerina loved to sit down and play piano! A young Steve would lean into her side and follow suit to her fingers on the side of the pano with his small hands. Joseph and Katerina watched him grow up, and took care of him.

Steve got sick often, but nothing too serious!

One day as she prepared breakfast she had a feeling of dread on the pit of her stomach, she ran upstairs to check on Steve and found him comatose on the bed!she wailed as she held her adopted infant son to her chest. Joseph came running to her after hearing her screams. He picked up the boy from her hands and loaded him into the car, with Katerina at his side he headed to Benjamin's house.

That was the first time Benjamin had seen his son since his wife died, his son himself nearly dead!

"Please Ben! He needs help! There's another pack two hours away, they have a doctor that can help him. She can heal him for good, please open up the walls so we can go to her! They both pleaded with Ben for hours, but to no avail!

The man was already covered in anger and reeking of alcohol, “Don't you dare challenge your alpha Joe! If I find out you defied me and left this territory you will never be allowed back”

Katerina couldn't let her boy die! With that warning in heart, she and her husband plotted to get little Stevie outside the pack territory, and to that doctor.

Behind Ben’s back, and knowing the consequences in his heart Joe called the Alpha from the neighboring pack, the other alpha had the resources ready for them to arrive in the morning. His doctor, a witch, was ready to give little Steve the life he deserved.

In the early morning of the night they sped their way through the woods. Once they reached the border a car awaited Rina, a beta from the fury pack was ready to take them to their pack.

Ben had closed the pack off to treaties when his wife died, he believed the world was dangerous and the pack was better off without interruptions, he couldn't even save his wife! His pack did not deserve to be mercied, they didn't deserve to live if she couldn't. So Ben slowly watched his pack become secluded and lost.

In the morning Ben, even drunker than the night before, had shown up at Joe's doorstep demanding to see the boy. Fully convinced he'd be dead by now, when Joe failed to produce an explanation as to why his wife was gone and so was Steve.

Ben lost it!

He called a pack meeting on which he publicly executed Joe, whether it was a display of power or just pure psychopathic joy. Joe’s death left the town broken, when Katerina came back with a healed Steve, she found herself widowed and exiled.

As a last sick jab into Joe’s heart even after his death, Ben took Steve!

As the years went by Steve forgot his early years, he forgot Joe and Katerina!

Steve remembered stories of his betrayal, her exile! How their actions forever changed a pack. He grew up kind, giving, and strong! Even if Steve didn't experience or know much love from his father, he was full of it!

And thanks to that witch both Katerina’s little growing heartbeat and Steve were stronger than ever!

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[bigfrozenfan-fanfics]

Chapter 14 - Changes

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Yelana caught the two boys from behind as they were telling jokes and laughing out loud instead of watching the herd. She cleared her throat audibly and the heads of both of them drove around scared. They both looked at her serious face and went white as a sheet.

Yelana's gaze wandered back and forth between them, then shrugged and said in a friendly voice, “You've got nothing to worry about, boys.” Their posture then relaxed a little. Then she pondered for a moment, swayed her head in her typical manner and finally looked at them a little arrogantly. “I need a reindeer, preferably saddled and harnessed, if possible please. I'm not that young anymore.”

The surprise reaction of the two of them was priceless for Yelana's taste, but didn't let on and grinned inside herself instead. The boys stood there frozen as if rooted to the ground and could not believe their ears.

“Come on, you two, I haven't got all day!” She made a wagging gesture and frowned apparently in annoyance.

The boys started moving and less than five minutes later a saddled reindeer was standing in front of her.

She took a closer look at the animal and the saddle and nodded contentedly at the end. Then she pushed her rod under the straps of the saddle and mounted. “Take good care of all of you,” she said to the boys standing there waiting and gave them a motherly look. Then she sighed and rode off without looking back another second.

“What did she mean by that? And why is she riding away anyway?” one of them asked.

“I haven't the faintest idea. I didn't even know she could ride,” replied the other.

Both gazed after her completely perplexed.

~~~

The wagon rumbled along and nobody spoke a word. Even Olaf remained silent and looked at the passing landscape with a transfigured look. Everyone was lost deep in their thoughts except Elsa, who had fallen asleep next to her.

How could she sleep so calmly; Anna thought, and pondered the upsetting events as she absent-mindedly watched the sunset. On any other day she would enjoy it, but today it seemed to her as if it announced a night of mischief.

What would this Kolgrimr do with the Northuldra once he realized that they were already long gone and he could no longer carry out whatever plans he had in mind. She feared for the people there and if Honeymaren was right in her suspicion, they could not defend themselves against his magical powers. They would all be helplessly at his mercy.

Slowly but constantly anger rose in her. Couldn't anything go right for once in her life? Did something terrible always have to happen to them and ended up being involved? She looked over to her sister and envied her. Elsa's face seemed completely relaxed, she even smiled slightly. Was she dreaming of Honeymaren? What was between them? Of course she would not mind if a romantic relationship developed between the two of them. She knew that Arendelle was quite open-minded about relationships of this kind, there was even a married female couple, Ada and Tuva Diaz with two adopted children. What was most important to her was Elsa's well-being and she wanted nothing more than the happiness for her sister.

And now someone thought he had the right to get revenge for something they were both not to blame for. Anna cursed and at the same moment, frightened by her behaviour, held her hand over her mouth. The next moment, she looked into Kristoff's eyes, who had turned around to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You curse? About what?” he asked curiously.

“Oh nothing, it's not that important,” she replied quickly, waving off and feeling the situation as embarrassing. Kristoff now raised his other eyebrow, too. Apparently he didn't quite believe her assertion.

“You know you can tell me anything, honey. Just say it out loud. If I don't know what it's about, I can't help you.”

Anna sat down and nodded her head a little bashfully at last. “Yes, dear, I know, and cursing isn't usually my style either. I was just thinking about this Kolgrimr and why it is always us who are in the middle of the action and risking our lives. What do you think about this whole thing? You have been quiet all the way back and don't seem particularly frightened to me.”

Kristoff shrugged his shoulders. “We made it out of the woods in time, if all this is true, and we'll be home soon.” Then he remembered the conversation with Ryder when he warned him and he said, “I'm not worried about myself, Anna, but if there's anyone I really care about, it's you, honey. If anything happens to you, that would be the end for me, I  love you.”

Anna smiled, stood up briefly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Kristoff, my love. I love you too.”

They looked at each other in love for a while, and Anna actually forgot her worries about it. Eventually, he nodded with a smile and turned around again. She herself leaned back and closed her eyes. Maybe she could get some sleep after all; she thought.

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They had not yet completed a third of the way home when Kristoff saw a covered wagon approaching in front of him at some distance. He turned around and pointed it out to the others.

“Wake up, folks! Look who's coming.”

Anna and Elsa startled up, then stretched their heads and looked ahead while Olaf climbed forward beside Kristoff. “Mattias is here!” he exclaimed excitedly and pointed forward.

“They were pretty fast, though,” Anna murmured and rubbed her stiff neck because she had dozed off in an uncomfortable position.

“You haven't told me much about him,” Elsa replied without looking at her. “Except that he rode back specially to get help for me.”

Anna looked at her smiling. “The General is one of the most loyal people I know, and a fine fellow too. You'll like him.”

Elsa nodded, “I'm already very curious about him.”

A few minutes later the two vehicles, standing now directly opposite each other, stopped. The two drivers sitting on the coach box looked quite surprised. Mattias rode past them and jumped briskly out of the saddle when he was next to Anna.

“Your Majesty!” he shouted joyfully and bowed to Anna, who was now standing up at the back of the wagon. “You guys are already on your way back so soon, then I presume your sister's doing well again?” He peered past Anna to have a look at Elsa. Elsa bent over, looked past Anna and waved at the General with her arm half raised. “Hello, General Mattias.” She smiled at him and mustered his appearance with quick glances without seeming immediately curious.

Trygve and Kristina rose as soon as they saw their queen, smiled and bowed to her while reciting the usual greeting. Anna nodded to them in a friendly manner, but suddenly her worries came back to her mind and her face darkened.

“I am very happy that you are feeling better, Elsa,” said Mattias and returned her smile. Then he looked up at Anna again and his smile faded when he noticed her concern in her face. “Queen Anna, are you alright? Has something happened?”

She nodded, sat down again to be largely at his eye level and said, “Unfortunately, yes, General. We were informed by Honeymaren of a serious threat and had to flee in haste. Someone is trying to kill us.”

Mattias tore open his eyes and gasped, “What? Who? Please tell me everything!” Anna explained in short words what she knew, and his face successively expressed his moods, from amazement to serious concern to clear anger.

“The Council must be informed immediately, and the garrison put on high alert. This can't be true!” He clenched his fists and turned to the covered wagon. “Turn the cart around immediately. We must return as quickly as possible. We are in imminent danger.”

Trygve's and Kristina's jaws dropped and they stared first at him and then at each other in disbelief. Kristina finally nodded and jumped off the trestle. The trail wasn't too wide here so she took the horse by the harness and pulled it slowly around to realign the cart. Then she got back on and waited for Mattias to would ride ahead of them to set the pace. She looked at Trygve with concern and he put a hand on her arm reassuring her.

“Your Majesty, if you agree, we will refrain from equipping Elsa with the camouflage clothes we brought with us, because of the hurry. We yet could also do that shortly before Arendelle.”

Anna nodded and looked briefly behind her. “I think you are right about this, Mattias. We are still near the Northuldra area, so we should hurry.” She gave her sister a quick sideways glance and squeezed her hand before looking at Mattias again. “But we are not yet returning to Arendelle. We have to make a little detour first.”

Mattias raised his eyebrows questioningly. “A detour? Where to?”

Anna bent over to him, looked at him with big eyes and replied quietly, “To the trolls, Mattias, to the trolls.”

The general's jaw dropped and he couldn't say anything more. The day had started so beautifully, and from one moment to the next, everything turned into a nightmare. Trolls ... this can't be true; he thought, and shook his head in disbelief.

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He could have taken her to Gyda. Instead, he chose his hiding place by the river. He preferred not to take any risks and Honeymaren as a hostage was very valuable, even in two ways; he thought, when he recalled the scene on the beach with her and that Arendelle bitch. He grinned as he nudged the young woman in front of him to make her hurry up.

“Faster! Don't dally like that.”

She took a quick look over her shoulder, both angry and anxious. Her hands were tied behind her back and she almost tripped forward when her attention was briefly diverted. But she caught herself in time.

“Don't try any tricks,” he said in a low but threatening voice. She nodded, but didn't say a word. That's good; Kolgrimr thought, as long as she was afraid it was easier to keep her at bay. Less work and more time to make new plans.

He couldn't get that boy out of his head, that brave little guy and brother of his captive. How could it be that he had not sensed the slightest thing, not even when he had actively and intensely tried; he thought. It was almost as if a ghost apparition had stood before him. He gritted his teeth and clenched a fist. That was not good by any means. Not at all. Even with this strong-willed half breed from Arendelle, he was able to get to her spirit with a bit effort. But with him? There was absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. And that worried him immensely.

~~~

At nightfall they reached a small, well hidden kota. Light fog was in the air and a soft splash told Honeymaren that they had to be near a river. She also knew roughly in which direction they had gone, although she herself had never been in this part of the forest. Then she suddenly became aware of exactly where they were and she drew in the air sharply. The home of the earth giants!

She looked around briefly to Kolgrimr and he just nodded wordlessly in the direction of the kota. She walked to the entrance and stopped in front of it. He reached past her, pulled the flap open and pushed her in roughly, so that she fell to the bare ground inside. Then the flap closed again and she was sitting in the dark. She heard him tie the loop of the flap to the outside of the hut, then it was quiet.

She tried to spot something inside the kota, but all she saw was a pale shimmer in the opening above her. She tugged at her shackles but Kolgrimr had been very meticulous and she could not loosen them. If only she had her knife now, which she always carried hanging by her side; she thought. But he had taken it from her, of course.

She struggled herself up into a sitting position, crawled around and systematically searched the floor, hoping to find something useful. But there was nothing, not even a fur, that usually came with every good kota equipment. All right; she thought, let's try the walls. She stood up and moved along the wall with her shoulder as long until she felt like she had reached the starting point again. With her head she had also cautiously checked the wall in addition. But there was no hook and certainly not anything hanging to it to discover. She sighed unnerved and stayed stood leaning against the sloping wall for a while.

What was he up to? What would he do with her? Would he use brute force? Most likely, the way she judged him. She wasn't usually the frightened type, but she felt her eyes get wet and soon after that tears started to flow again. She sobbed softly and finally sank back to the floor. There was no escape for her, it seemed. She decided not to exchange a single word with him. She would remain mute. Even if he should slap her, he wouldn't get anything out of her.

The minutes passed in the silence of the darkness and the minutes became hours. It already had to be in the middle of the night when the rain started. At first she could only hear the soft sound the drops made as they dripped down onto the kota from the branches of the tree above. But it didn't take long and the sporadic dripping turned into a steady hissing as the sky finally opened its sluices completely.

The monotonous noise sounded very calming and soon it made her very tired. So she curled up on the uncomfortable, hard floor and fell gratefully asleep shortly afterwards.

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[hyperbali]

Agatha Harkness Was Right, And Here’s Why

Alright. Finally had to sit down and write my way out of this quiet, internal temper tantrum, and a few people were interested in seeing what I had to say, so I present to you:

Agatha Harkness Was Right, And Here’s Why

Disclaimer: MASSIVE spoilers for the entirety of WandaVision, and I am not nice about it.

I’ll start off by saying that, for all its foibles, WandaVision was genuinely a good example of a property within the MCU/Disney umbrella that stepped out of the usual ‘good guys fight bad guys action extravaganza’ in a way that pushed the envelope. The pseudo-horror aspect of the first few episodes is something I would really love to see engaged with on a more thoughtful basis in future projects.

I would say that it proved to be more than a vehicle to promote toys, but… well…

Yeah. Anyway.

I’ll assume that you watched WandaVision if you’re reading this, but quick recap: In the aftermath of ‘the Blip,’ Wanda is left broken and alone with no one in her corner. Her biggest mentor willingly abandoned his team to get his own ‘happy’ ending (do not get me started on Steve, that’s a document in and of itself), her other biggest mentor is probably off enjoying his family while ignoring the incredibly racist killing spree he’s been on for the past five years, and her lover is dead. When she goes to claim the body, she’s told nuh-uh, that’s government property, please leave.

So she goes to a plot of land in the middle of some nowhere town in New Jersey, which Vision apparently bought despite the fact they were living a pretty decently comfortable life in Scotland, where she looks at the deed that Vision drew a heart on and wrote ‘To Grow Old In’. Very sweet. Kind of weird, considering nothing of this caliber had ever been suggested for either of their characters and they’d been actively running from specifically the U.S. authorities? But sweet.

She has a breakdown and, in her grief, contains the entire town of Westview and all 3,892 of the people in it in her own personal paradise, where nothing bad ever happens beyond sitcom hijinks, no one dies, and every problem is tied up and neatly dealt with by the end of an ‘episode’. Except we learn that this is only paradise to Wanda, who apparently shares the aspect of having to relate everything to her favourite pop culture with Tony, because everyone else in Westview is more or less being psychologically tortured by the incredible amount of pain she’s in, forced to be puppeted actors to make her happy.

Bear in mind, Westview might have been bigger at some point - we have no idea how many people survived the Blip, or how many have been brought back to life within the past few weeks of the current setting. Either way, this is a town that has already dealt with a lot of trauma being dragged into yet another awful, much more specific kind of emotional damage, thanks to ‘the heroes’. Nice.

Agatha Harkness, a witch who’s been up to who-knows-what in the 340 years since she drained the coven that tried to kill her for getting a little too ambitious into jerky, feels the massive expenditure of magical power and decides to investigate. All the while, she carefully uses her own magic to try and peek into Wanda’s psyche, her motivations, all while keeping up appearances and not letting slip that anything is amiss.

I’ll point out that she’s no saint here, either - she specifically keeps one Westview resident at her mercy, and knows what’s happening to the rest of them, but doesn’t attempt to stop it. I’ll chalk that up to her pragmatism; their ‘sacrifice’ was fine to her as long as she could figure out how Wanda could have done something so unheard of in terms of power.

What we come to learn over the course of the show is that, given everything that happened, Wanda didn’t mean to take over an entire town and tool it into her own personal slice of heaven. She very quickly became aware of it; we know that she knows it’s her own personal bubble as soon as episode three, when she’s confronting Monica about how the latter could possibly know about Ultron. Wanda is made further aware of how much damage this is inflicting on others in episode five, when Vision himself tells her that these people are scared. But still, she has everything handled! It’s okay! The outside world is worse, trust her!

Her handling of the question, ‘where are all the children of Westview,’ is one that bears some thinking - and, y’know, kind of more than a little concern. They’re allowed to walk around as part of the ‘Halloween special,’ but as Vision walks further and further out towards the edges of town where Wanda doesn’t have as much full control, people are just frozen in place, or conducting the same few seconds of action over and over. And fully aware of being trapped.

How are they being sustained? Eating, sleeping? If someone isn’t part of her storyline, is she just locking them down into a coma? What made Wanda decide that keeping the children ‘out of the way’ was somehow kinder than involving them, especially given her later argument that she’s been trying to keep the entire town safe and happy?

The fact of the matter is, she only actually starts to feel remorse for any of this after she’s confronted with the fact that, after weeks of being at her mercy, the townspeople of Westview would rather be dead than endure another moment of having to play nice for her enjoyment. She finally opens the ‘bubble’ to let them out - which leads to the ‘epic’ finale of three different entities trying to take down Wanda and her happy family: the S.W.O.R.D. military led by Hayward, the White Vision, and Agatha.

Winding back to how we got here: after Agatha uses her own trapped resident, Ralph Bohner (who, given his casting and the props in place during the last episode, I’m willing to bet is actually the missing witness protection person Jimmy was looking for) in an attempt to lure out Wanda’s reasoning - and fails - she’s pretty much done pretending. She tricks Wanda into her basement, nullifies her powers, and makes her face her own past to get to the truth of the matter.

Not going to lie, favourite moment of the show. Kathryn Hahn killed Agatha’s slightly-amused-slightly-irritated observations about Wanda’s coping mechanisms, and the whole arrangement was extremely meta. I would have paid real money dollars to see her do the same thing to the likes of Tony, Strange, and Loki. Hell, even just having her meet the rest of the Avengers? Augh. If wishes were fishes.

When Agatha comes to the conclusion that Wanda is the vaunted, nigh-indestructible force of nature that she’s literally spent her entire life reading about is the ultimate source of chaos magic and will likely bring about the end of the world, she’s pretty understandably taken aback. To that matter, the fact that Wanda… has very little control over any of it, and is using what she does understand to play housemaker? After how long Agatha has spent learning control, hiding in plain sight, just to be child’s play compared to what Wanda has at her fingertips? I’d be pretty pissed off, too!

The way that WandaVision handled both of the major ‘fights’ - Vision versus White Vision ending in philosophy, and Wanda ending up beating Agatha at her own game of deception - is excellent. A little grating that they had to go with the beat down angle before they got there, but this is MCU; punches and thrown cars had to get shoved in somewhere. And, given that this series very much played with the idea of grey morality, I was sort of hopeful that Agatha would end up in a not-quite stalemate arrangement with Wanda. She’s not as powerful as the Scarlet Witch, but she has the know-how that Wanda sorely lacks; in recompense for her own deeds, she would be able to teach what she knows while also kind of scheming on her own time.

Y’know, like what they did with rehabilitating Loki?

Except that Wanda, who has just gone through the entire rigamarole of coming to terms with the fact that she trapped thousands of people into a nightmare scenario against their will, rendering them helpless to her mercy… traps Agatha into a nightmare scenario against her will, rendering her helpless to Wanda’s mercy.

That moment actually shook me. Oh, my god. We’re supposed to still look at Wanda as a good guy after this?

This isn’t even covering the incredibly awful confrontation with her and Vision where she tries to gaslight him into believing that everything is A-OK, or the fact that the person she gets most violent with (apart from Agatha) is Monica Rambeau, a black woman who spends most of the show bending over backwards trying to say that what Wanda is doing is understandable, justified, and just needs a gentle touch to be dealt with.

That could be its own document, too - how Monica, much as she’s incredible and definitely looks to be a really exciting addition to the MCU roster, more or less gets used as the Good One to absolve and enable Wanda’s actions. One of her last lines to Wanda, after seeing how the people of Westview (rightfully) look at Wanda like she’s monstrous, is “they’ll never know what you sacrificed.”

Sacrificed what? The fake husband and fake kids she made out of her own compulsion to pretend that everything is okay? None of that would have existed if she’d been given the proper resources to actually cope with how much loss she’s had to deal with. None of that would have existed if she hadn’t caused this problem in the first place.

In the end, Wanda flies off in her fancy new gear before the FBI shows up, avoiding any real consequences to her actions - which has pretty much been the running theme of her character ever since she was introduced to the MCU in Age of Ultron. The worst kind of direct consequence she’s ever gotten was being grounded to her room for a while, then kept in the Raft for, like, maybe a day - and both times, she was broken out post-haste.

Meanwhile, she worsened the issues in Sokovia (which, I will say upfront, was Tony’s fault to begin with), unleashed the Hulk on Johannesburg, got a pretty significant amount of civilians killed as bystanders in Lagos (hey, how come Wanda keeps turning a lot of black people into casualties?), and stood back in Wakanda to let their people try to fight off Thanos from getting to Vision until it was clear that there was no other option than for her to get involved.

Great Power Comes With No Responsibility At All, Actually.

Wanda, in the several years she has maintained her identity as an Avenger, has proven time and time again that she takes on innumerable risks without any full understanding of what they mean, allows others to take on the brunt of the fallout for her, and looks sad until she’s forgiven and moves on to the next problem. She has no business casually throwing around the kind of power that being the Scarlet Witch entails, not until she’s actually made any kind of headway into making reparations for what she’s done and tried, really tried, to get a handle on what she’s capable of.

Which she’s apparently doing in the last post-credits scene, astral reading the literal Book of the Damned on her lonesome in the mountains, but… without anyone to guide her, or give her any kind of boundary?

[I ran out of images I could post, but you know exactly what image I am referring to here]

Agatha Harkness was right. And that should terrify everybody that has to deal with Wanda in the future.

(P.S. Do we know if she actually even killed that dog? We never see her holding anything but a blanket, and characters go in and out of that show all the time. Granted, she wasn’t great with the cicada-turned-bird... hmm.)

Additional Notes:

“Well, you’re a Tony Stan, of course you think Wanda’s a villain”

I like Tony because he’s such an awful mess, and the narrative isn’t exactly kind about telling him what a piece of shit he can be! He reaped a lot of problems, created practically half the villains in the MCU, and ended up dying a martyred hero. Thanks to being the tent pole by which this franchise hoisted itself into a cultural powerhouse, he will always be their golden savior. If you want to read about how he’s the true villain of this entire affair, feel free to look up any number of takedown pieces about him that are out there. He’s a dick. I will never “uwu sad baby who did nothing wrong ever 🥺” him the way people do about Wanda.

“Why are you so pressed about this”

Because something as good in concept as WandaVision could and should have been about anyone other than the whitewashed, antisemitic take on Wanda Maximoff that MCU brought upon us. They put crucifixes on her wall in Civil War, for fuck’s sake!

“Weren’t you mad about them not including Aaron Taylor-Johnson”

At this point, I am almost kind of relieved the real Pietro wasn’t resurrected for this, because god knows they probably would have killed him all over again just to inflict that much more pain on his sister.

“Anything else you’d like to tell us, turbo nerd”

This was literally itching at me all weekend to write, so it’s more or less just to get it off my chest. If you powered your way through it, uh… thanks? Sorry if I yucked your yums, but I tried to be as clear with the disclaimer as I could. 🤷‍♂️

[tf2-hoe]

I love your blog sm it fuels my soul. 😭//you 100% don’t have to answer this but I’ve been cackling all morning about it. But just imagine the pure unadulterated f e a r the mercs feel as they walk in on their s/o in the middle of making a long furby.

Team Headcanons - LONG FURBY

Anon, thank you for the love! Also, I had to look this up, and I'm 99% sure I just received some fresh nightmare fuel. I am both fearful, yet I REALLY want one.

Scout

"'Ey, babe, have you seen my... shirt...?"

He held his breath, afraid of what he has walked in on

Some long, blue creature with glued on spider legs had his shirt on its body

His S/O slowly turns to him, an innocent smile adorning their cheeks

"Sorry, needed it for a project!"

Scout never wore that shirt again, not when that thing touched it

Heavy

All Heavy wanted was a sandwich

And now he is hiding on the other end of the kitchen in terror

He knows not where that creature from, for not even Hell itself would be so cruel

And now it has enchanted the one he loves, drawing their attention and sweet giggles as that thing grows in length, and thus power

He will fight this monster, and he prays it will be the last he ever encounters

Spy

He was quiet for the first few minutes of being in the room

No word was uttered, for what could a man like Spy say to something like that?

"Dear, what is... that?"

They looked at Spy, a delighted smile stretching their ruby lips

"Our new friend."

"Friend?"

"Well, you could say our child."

At the mention of children, he left to get drunk

He has had enough of children for his life

Soldier

"DEAR MARY AND JOSEPH! WHAT IS THAT THING?!"

"His name is Sir Dumpling III, and he shall be the general of the raccoon army you're creating."

"Those eyes... A true born killer."

"A fine addition, no?"

"Cupcake, I fall in love with you more everyday."

Sniper

He doesn't know what it is, or why it exists

All he knows is the pain and agony it brings him every day

The first day he was scared of what his S/O was building, but he listened to their sweet words that nothing was amiss

How foolish he was

It's everywhere he goes, and he hasn't slept comfortably in a week

What cruel horrors does its eyes hold that could bring a non-believer like Sniper to pray to God for mercy?

Medic

“Dear, that thing isn’t anatomically correct.”

“Who says it has to be?”

“Uh...?! Logic, obviously! A furby cannot be long!”

“Well I made it long.”

“They were created as little short creatures to appeal to the human eye!”

“This is appealing!”

“As appealing as a fifty year old crack addict’s anal cavity, yes.

The back and forth only continued as his S/O created the strange creature

“Hey, Josef.”

“What?”

“It moves.”

That was enough for him to leave his S/O for the rest of the day

Demo

Demo had just started another bottle when he peeked into his S/O’s room for a moment

“What is that?!”

The bottle hit the floor, unfortunately cracking at the sudden drop

“This is Queen Mary.”

“...The Queen of Scots?”

“No, someone much better.”

Demo did not like the change in his lover, but he is not one to question what they want

That did not stop his uncomfortable feelings as he left them to their own devices

Pyro

They are not familiar with fear

They are happy, calm, and relaxed in their world of fantasy

But it all came crashing down when they saw that creature with wretched wings dare to get close to the one they love

Panicked, angry, and feeling fear for the first time in years, they grabbed the nearest object they could use as a weapon - a candy cane he has had for years - and swung at the mighty beast

Their love was scared, yes, but who would not be with a demon invading such a happy place?

They dropped and the axe and held their S/O close to their chest

His S/O was annoyed that their project was wrecked by Pyro’s axe, but they decided that they should not with how scared Pyro gets near it

Engie

“Honey, have ya seen my wrench?”

“Nope!”

“Are ya sure it ain’ in your hand?”

“Oh, right! Sorry, Dell!”

He received a delicate kiss that turned his ears red as well with his favorite wrench

“Min’ tellin’ me what that thing is?”

“It’s gonna terrify the enemy team.”

“Good enough for me, sweet pea!”

He does not mention, however, that it is he himself who is also scared

I laughed the entire time making these Headcanons. Seriously, Anon, this was fun! Thank you!

[khaleesiofalicante]

CIRCLE WEEK - CELINE MONTCLAIRE

“Jonathan,” she called. “Jonathan Christopher!”

The little boy came running, even the gentle tip toeing of his feet sounding musical to her ears.

He was grinning at her, a wicked gleam evident in his golden eyes.

“Jace,” she chastised. “Did you climb up the fridge and eat from the Nutella jar again?”

“No,” Jace shook his head solemly.

Either he wasn’t aware that his mouth was covered in chocolate or he knew the truth. Celine could never be mad at him.

“Come here,” she smiled and sat down on the grass. Jace ran towards Celine and hopped down next to her.

“I got you a present,” she told him.

“But it’s not my birthday,” he frowned. “Oh. Is today the mundane holiday where the giant red demon brings them gifts?”

“He is not a demon, Mon Cheri!” she laughed. “And no, it’s not Christmas. This is a special occasion.”

Jace’s eyes shifted to the large box to her, which rattled violently. Jace made a whimpering sound but quickly recovered.

“You know you start your shadowhunter training at the academy soon,” Celine pointed out. “I thought we could start a little early. I got you a little friend to train with.”

Jace’s eyes narrowed further. He didn’t really like many other boys. Alec Lightwood was the only exception of course.

“Ta-da!” she revealed his gift.

“It’s a bird,” Jace observed flatly.

“It’s a hunting falcon,” Celine pointed out. “Do you know something people call them shadowhunters of the sky? They are incredibly smart and very brave. Just like you.”

Jace smiled a little at that. “What do I do with him?”

“Her,” she corrected.

“What do I do with her?”

“You train her,” she said simply. “Hunting falcons are not easy to tame. But once they are, they become the most loyal creatures you can find. It’s always good to have a friend you can count on when you are in a fight.”

Jace considered this for a moment, his blonde eyebrows knitting in deep thought.

“Alright,” Jace stood up suddenly and held out his hand. “It’s a deal.”

It wasn’t really a deal but Celine couldn’t help but laugh and shake his hand.

“I’m going to call her Artemis,” Jace grinned.

For the goddess of the hunt, Celine realized. Sometimes she forgot how smart her son was.

And then the training began.

To nobody’s surprise, Jace excelled in every single aspect of his training – whether it was sword fighting or rune skills or tracking or hand-to-hand combat.

She was incredibly proud of him.

But Jace did not share her pride.

“Artemis bit me again,” Jace pointed out. “I wanted to tame her like you tasked. I wanted to make you happy. But Artemis doesn’t like me.”

“Artemis is afraid,” Celine pointed out. “You’re bigger than her. You’re stronger than her.”

“But I just want her to be my friend,” Jace pouted.

“Then you need to make that clear,” Celine said. “You’re teaching her how to obey you. It will only make her more afraid. You need to teach her how to trust you.”

“Trust me?” Jace asked.

“Trust is very important in a relationship, Jace,” she told him. “You should be able to trust your friends.”

Jace was deep in his thoughts again. “But how do I make her trust me?” Jace asked.

“You’ll figure it out, my tiny hunter,” she ruffled his hair. “For now, let’s go have lunch.”

The quest to tame Artemis began again.

This time, it was clear that Jace had listened. He took Artemis everywhere he went. He kept her in his room. He introduced her to everyone who came home. He read her the Codex – which Artemis wasn’t very happy about. He even played the piano for her – which the falcon seemed to enjoy.

Celine watched the two of them every day. At first, it had merely been a training. It had been Valentine’s idea – the instructor in the shadowhunter academy. He had told all children must be able to tame a hunting falcon.

She had thought it would be a good idea for Jace to learn this too.

Everyone had told her that Jace would grow up to one of the best fighters in history. They had told her that he would live up to the Herondale legacy.

“He has sharpest mind,” someone had said.

“He has the quickest reflexes,” someone had said.

“He has the best fighting skills,” someone had said.

But none of them saw what she saw.

They didn’t see him singing French lullabies to Artemis before going to bed every night.

He has the kindest heart, Celine thought.

Even though no one really praised it, Celine knew that was a good thing to have too.

One day when she was on her way to the shadow market, he noticed that Artemis’ cage was open.

“Jace!” she ran to the music room. “Jace! The cage is open. Artemis must have flown aw-”

Jace was playing the piano, a French classic Stephen had taught him ages ago. There, on his shoulders, was Artemis – looking regal and solemn.

Jace noticed her presence and smiled at her.

In that moment, Celine knew that he was going to do great things one day.

Not because he had tamed a wild creature. But because he had chosen love over power. Celine knew by experience that only one of those things mattered in life and Jace already knew to make the correct choice.

When the shadowhunter academy started later that year, all the children were expected to bring their falcons with them. Valentine had individually inspected every single one.

None of the children had been able to tame their birds. Some parents had even refused to buy such a creature for their children.

When Valentine inspected Jace and Artemis, Celine had thought he would be proud of what her son had achieved.

But instead, a look of disgust clouded his face.

“What is this?” he demanded. “I asked you to tame the bird. You’ve made it your friend! It has manipulated you, you weak boy! This is not a hunter. This is a pet. You’ve broken the damn creature!”

Jace who looked horrified, looked at her and then the children around him and ran away to the hills. Artemis, who had been sitting on his shoulder, started to fly after him.

“Honestly, Celine!” Valentine looked at her now. “I don’t know why I’m surprised. After all, the boy is being raised by a soft-hearted woman such as yourself. Of course, he would be a weak little thing focusing on caring for his play thing instead of training it-”

“Oh, shut up, Valentine!” Celine said, and not quietly either.

There were some audible gasps in the background.

“Caring for someone takes a lot of courage and strength. We cannot fight if we didn’t care. We care about the world. We care about the future. It’s what we do. Caring is never a weakness. It makes us better people. If you’re going to be training children here, you must as well get that in your arrogant head right now.”

She wasn’t going to stop here of course. She was going to have words with the dean of the academy. There was no way she would allow for this horrible man to shape the minds of the next generation.

She decided to go after Jace. But turned around one last time.

“Don’t EVER talk to my son that way,” she said, holding nothing back. “I might be a soft-hearted woman as you say. But I still know my way around a seraph blade.”

With that, she walked towards the hills, only to find Jace throwing pebbles into the river, with Artemis observing him from a distance.

“Sweetheart,” she called.

“I’m sorry,” Jace said. “I’m sorry I failed.”

“You didn’t fail,” she told him. “You did really good.”

“But Mr. Morgenstern said that I-”

“Not everything Mr. Morgenstern says is true,” she told him. “Sometimes people say things because they believe it to be true. But that doesn’t mean it is the actual truth. You need to decide the truth for yourself.”

Jace bit his lip. Maybe it was all too much for him. Maybe the academy would be too much for him.

“Mama,” he said quietly. “Did I…Did I break Artemis?”

Celine’s heart certainly did break upon hearing that.

She knelt down next to him so their golden heads were both on the same level.

“Listen to me, Jace,” she told him. “Artemis grew up in the wild. She probably didn’t have any friends growing up. She must have been very scared. She must have been very lonely. I know what that feels like. What you did…It was the best thing you could have done for her. You showed her kindness. You gave her love. Those are more important than learning how to fight.”

“But does that make me weak?” Jace asked in a quiet voice. “Valentine said I am weak.”

Celine wanted to tell him that Valentine was an idiot. That he was a man driven by anger and arrogance. But bashing Valentine was not going to help Jace understand – for she knew that there were many Valentines out there who would call her son weak for showing mercy and choosing love.

“Okay, tell me this,” she demanded. “Did you believe me when I told you that showing kindness to Artemis was a good thing? That loving her really helped her?”

Jace nodded, his little face determined.

“Then believe me when I say that as much as it is important to be kind to Artemis, it’s also important to be kind to yourself,” Celine told him softly. “When you chose love over destruction or kindness over hatred, people will always call you names. But that says more about them than it says about you, okay?”

Jace considered that for a moment. She liked that about him. How he always processed what other people said quietly to himself.

He finally nodded.

“Does that mean we can take Artemis home?” Jace asked now. “She wants to eat chocolate.”

“Birds don’t eat chocolate, Jace,” Celine poked out her tongue, already making a mental note to replace the now almost empty Nutella jar.

“This bird does,” Jace winked. “She loves chocolate.”

Celine laughed. “You love Artemis, don’t you?”

“I do,” Jace smiled, his face brighter than sunlight. “But don’t worry. I love you more.”

Celine smiled back and held out her hand for him. Jace took it as Artemis perched herself on his tiny shoulder.

“Good,” Celine said. “To love is the greatest strength, little one. And to be loved is the greatest blessing.”

[omgbubbletea]

Dating Stefan Salvatore Would Include

When you found out he was a vampire you were shocked, but you knew something suspicious was going on with him from the beginning...you just didn’t think being a vampire was the answer 

He is so scared you will see him as a monster and never want to see or speak to him again

Oh boy is he wrong 

You stayed silent for a bit before saying “ok” 

Stefan was perplexed by your reaction. How were you not screaming right now?

You explained how you knew something weird was going on with him and he realised how not so slick he is with keeping such a big secret 

You told him you needed some space right now to think all of this over 

And so he did as you asked

He was so sure you went home packing that night to leave Mystic Falls 

But soon enough, 3 hours later, there you are on his doorstep confessing your love for him and how nothing is going to change that 

Que Stefan’s heart swelling with the fact that you had said you loved him? 

He is speechless for a few moments and you’re scared you had just made the worst confession in history, when all of a sudden you see a giant grin plaster his face

He cuts the space between the two of you with a few steps and pulls you closer to him by placing his hands on your waist. All of a sudden his mouth is on your lips, kissing you so lovingly and passionately that the air is knocked from your lungs and your legs almost give out from under you

Before the two of you can pass out from lack of air, he removes his lip from yours and whispers in your ear “I love you too”

The rest of that night is history...if ya know what I mean (;

Stefan is terrified of hurting you(especially when you first start dating) 

You reassure him that he could never hurt you and that you trust him with your life

A small part of him is relieved that you said this

He is suppppper protective over you 

You notice it when you guys first started hanging around Damon

And when Klaus shows up in Mystic Falls...let’s just say you would be seeing a lot of Stefan 

He teaches you how to defend yourself in case you were to ever need it 

And gifts you a vervain necklace to keep you safe from compulsion 

He knows that you can protect yourself though 

Always makes sure you got home safe by calling you 

Sometimes this can get a bit annoying with him calling you EVERY SINGLE TIME you get home but you understand he just wants to make sure you're ok and not dead in a ditch somewhere 

You bring this up and he soon results into just texting you after a couple hours of you getting home 

Stefan would say he isn't the jealous type...but he is

It may not be that noticeable but when he sees another guy making you laugh or smile he feels a small twinge in his heart  

He knows that you would never do anything to hurt him and that you love him and only him(and you make sure to tell him this when you see him getting a bit jealous)  

Sometimes a guy won’t register that you are taken and just keep flirting with you. Stefan will then take matters into his own hands

This includes cupping your face lovingly and passionately kissing you in front of this poor guy who is so dumbfounded and embarrassed because he thought you were single...and you are not complaining about Stefan’s strategy

You are totally the jealous type

Stefan is one gorgeous man, so naturally, he will attract a lot of women 

This does not make you happy

Stefan knows this and will make it clear to these women(who are practically drooling)that he is already taken 

You should hear the sad groans that come out of these women!

Once they leave, he kisses you hard to seal the statement he had made 

Now let’s just get one thing straight, he is SUCH a gentleman!

Giving you his jacket when you’re cold

Opening doors for you 

Pushing out your chair 

Buying you your favourite flowers(sometimes just spontaneously or when you are not having the best day)

ALWAYS complimenting you on your beauty 

Candlelit dinners 

Picnics 

Slow dancing in the living room

You guys have definitely kissed in the rain on your account to recreate those cliche rom-com scenes

Watching romcoms every Sunday night(he says he hates it, but secretly he can’t wait till Sunday night...Princess Bride is his favourite)

He makes you breakfast in bed 

Baking together(which usually ends in you both covered in flour and making out on the kitchen counter) 

You both cook dinner but you prefer his meals over yours any day 

He doesn't mind PDA

Hand holding

Bear hugs 

Hugs from behind where the other nuzzles their neck into the others shoulder 

Forehead kisses 

Temple kisses 

Kisses on the cheek 

Jawline kisses 

Kisses on the collarbone 

Sweet goodbye kisses 

Sloppy morning kisses

Passionate long kisses when you know you are going to be apart for a while 

Small loving kisses when the other is upset 

Hot and steamy kisses when the other is hungry (;

Him pinning you to the ground with your hands above your head and kissing you deeply 

Desperate kisses in which no one wants to let go(usually when the other gets hurt or almost dies) 

Stefan is the big spoon but on one of his bad days, you will be the big spoon and hold him close in your arms 

You guys sleep with Stefan lying on his back and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. 

One of your arms is to your side while the other is laid across his torso

His arm is lightly stroking your back while the other is to his side

He can hear your heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of your chest 

He loves having you close to him when he sleeps so he knows you are always there and so he can protect you 

Wearing his clothes 

Mainly his shirts

You love that they smell like him(fresh laundry with hints of the woods jasmine) 

He loves seeing you in his shirts...but also loves seeing you without them (; 

He tells you everything

His past 

His secrets 

His regrets 

His flaws 

His fears

All the terrible things he has done in his life 

And you listen without judgment 

You can see the pain in his eyes, feel it in his body as he spills his heart out

He tries to stay strong but you can hear his voice cracking 

All you can do is hold him in your arms and whisper how much you love him in his ear 

Nothing and I mean NOTHING will stop you from loving this man! And he needs to know that too

Writing about you in his diaries 

Letting you read all his diaries 

When you first meet Damon you didn’t like him

You thought he was a jerk and treated Stefan horribly 

(you wouldn’t admit it but you where a bit intimidated by Damon)

Stefan definitely told Damon to stay away from you(and was a little bit worried that you might fall for Damon’s good looks and charm but you didn’t)

Over time you started to warm up to him 

His sarcasm and sass started to wear off on you 

Then BANG. You guys are BFFs 

Teasing Stefan together 

Having playful banter 

He sees you as a sister and is so proud and happy for Stefan for finding someone as amazing as you 

You can’t tell me Stefan doesn't use pick up lines on you 

Definitely cracks a few dad jokes(they're so bad that they're so good)

Gives you nicknames(sweetheart, darling, beautiful) 

Deep conversation when the two of you can’t sleep 

Conversations about your feature 

Stefan feels guilty that he will never be able to give you children 

You reassure him that it’s perfectly ok and as long as you are with him your life will be full

You have a habit of singing in the shower(because your voice just sounds so good in there!) and Stefan loves it. Whether you're good or bad, it always brings a smile to his face when he hears your voice

He never fails to make you laugh 

When you smile at him it still gives him butterflies 

You are always a target to the enemy

Enemies have found that the only real way to break Stefan is to break you 

This means that you have endured many forms 

Being kidnapped 

Tortured 

Used as bait 

Used as leverage 

Being held hostage 

And it never gets any better for you or less scary for the Salvatore brothers 

You always know that Stefan will find you but sometimes your head will have you believe another story 

When he does find you, he will show no mercy to your kidnapers 

Katherine has tried to kill you on many occasions(you know she be jealous)

When you're with Stefan you feel safe 

He loves how you make him feel loved

The Mystic Fall gang sees the two of you as the parents of the group 

Going out to party with Elena and Caroline only for Stefan to come and have to get you because you’re drunk and don’t know where you are 

If you're not out with Elena and or Caroline then you're drinking with Alaric and Damon at the Grill(Stefan doesn't approve but at least you’ll be safe with Damon...he hopes)

Caroline shipping you and Stefan to the moon

Him carrying you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch reading or watching something 

Sleepovers!

You guys definitely sleepover at his house more than yours 

Damon has walked in on you guys and...it was awkward 

It’s like you have moved into the Salvatore’s home except for the fact you have your own apartment 

Staying in bed all day if it’s rainy 

Tickle fights 

Road trips 

When he goes Ripper you are devastated

You feel like your whole world has just crumbled in front of your eyes 

“He can’t really be gone can he?”

But he was 

You would do everything in your power to bring your Stefan back even if it meant risking your life(which it did)

Damon had locked Stefan in the cellar. The plan was to starve him of blood until he slowly but eventually maintained back his bunny diet 

All you could do with your days was sit outside Stefan’s cell and try talking to him, ignoring his pleads for you to leave before he hurt you 

You didn’t want to hear it but he was right 

If it wasn’t for Damon being in the right place at the right time, you would have been dinner 

Stefan couldn’t live with himself at that point. He had nearly hurt you. Nearly drained you of your blood. The thoughts of what could have been brought tears to his eyes

What broke his heart even more was that he could hear you sobbing upstairs. All because of him 

You guys eventually brought Stefan back to his former self and from that point onwards, he wouldn’t stop apologising for hurting you 

In fact, since the “incident” you hadn’t gone back down to see Stefan. So when you saw him again he was “better” and not all “rippa”

At the first sight of you, he broke down, falling on his knees. His breath was raggedy, voice shaking

“I’m so sorry (y/n). I am so sorry that I nearly hurt you” 

His voice cracked at the last part and it broke your heart 

Slowly, you lifted his chin so his red and tear-stained eyes met yours 

“It’s ok Stefan. I know you would never hurt me, it’s ok”

You kneeled down to where he was on the floor and held him for what seemed like hours until he had calmed down and stopped crying

I feel like he is a slow, passionate lover 

But if he is a bit jealous that day he is a bit rougher 

He is top but loves it when you take control

You guys have done it in his car 

(and in Damon’s but he doesn't have to know)

You have done it in the woods while on a romantic date 

Everywhere(and I mean everywhere) in the boarding house 

But your guys' favourite place is the bed(classic and basic)

Rides on his motorcycle 

Late night walks around Mystic Falls with you guys holding hands 

Him admiring your beauty 

You being speechless every time he is shirtless(cause damn he looks good)

In conclusion, this boy would literally die for you and you have no doubt you would do the same for him

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OC Bio - Mina

Full Name: Mina Sulten.

Title: Demigod of Gluttony; Lady of Excess.

Eye Color: Green.

Hair Color: Black.

Age: 21. 

Height: 5’11’’

Weight: 235 lbs.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Headcanon Voice: Mela Lee.

BIOGRAPHY

The Gods have been based on their current world for more than a century. In that time, it’s not unexpected that, at some point, they might have children: demigods of the demi-gods, if you will. One of those children is Mina Sulten, Daughter of Bela Sulten: the cruelest and most powerfu of the Predator Gods. Mina’s mother, Alexandra, was actually one of Bela’s Champions. To Bela, she was little more than a servant, albeit a very beautiful and important one. The God of Gluttony lacked much empathy, and when his daughter was born, he didn’t really know how to react: the emotions he felt legitimately scared him. He had never felt them before, and couldn’t tell what to make of them. Alexandra, however, adored her daughter, and doted on her…for about a year. When Mina was only a year old, Alexandra was killed in a battle with another Champion, who had a dispute (understandably so) with Bela. Without her mother, Bela had no idea how to handle the little girl. For another few years, Mina stayed in Bela’s mansion, but she was mostly looked after by the servants, and as most of them were terrified of both her father and her own budding abilities, there was not much closeness in her life. Eventually, Bela shipped the girl off to a high-end boarding school; for the next fifteen years, she would have almost no contact with her father. As you can imagine, their relationship is a…strained one. The mixture of Mina’s upbringing and her avatar of Gluttony has left her slightly warped and unhinged…but only slightly. Mina is not evil, but she isn’t exactly nice, either. She has grown up understanding the human race, as a whole, to be inferior to her in every way: in her mind, people are generally idiots and lesser animals, little more than a horde of overzealous scavengers. HOWEVER, she has empathy - something her father lacks, and presumably left over from her barely-remembered mother - and can find INDIVIDUALS to be “worthy” of her attention. She has friends and people she’s attached to…just not very many of them. Mina is, in many ways, her father’s daughter: she is sometimes haughty, and always shameless, and has a similarly monstrous, enormous appetite. Like her father, she does consume humans, albeit nowhere NEARLY as often nor as many of them. Mina cannot change her own size, unlike the Gods, but she has inherited the power to shrink people from her father, allowing for easy consumption. (And if you’re wondering if she can go for full-size/same-size too…writer has not yet decided. So right now, that’s up in the air.) She has a vicious side to her personality, and like Bela, she legitimately enjoys tormenting people, playing with her food in a variety of ways and using her body mass to squeeze, smother, and generally torture her edible playthings. She is taunting, cruel, vindictive, and thoroughly sadistic…when she wants to be. Unlike Bela, Mina doesn’t just eat anyone for any reason at random. Just because she feels superior to humanity as a whole doesn’t mean she wants to kill them all: she’s usually a fairly functional young lady. But once her mean, predatory side is activated, there is no mercy and no hope for those who are on her menu. Mina, like Prax Hondur, will devour criminals…but unlike Prax, she doesn’t have the same black-and-white view of the world, and if she sees a reason to let someone go, she will do it. On the flip side, if someone is being an awful person, but isn’t necessarily doing anything illegal - like spouting slurs or harassing someone - she shows absolutely no mercy no matter the situation. In her mind, you can be a criminal without being a terrible human being…but you can also be a terrible human being without being a criminal, and that she won’t stand for. Mina will also generally just eat people who annoy her. And that’s the keyword, “annoy.” You don’t have to do anything really bad to end up in her stomach, if she decides you’re irritating, you’ll get a firsthand account of her digestive system (presuming you live long enough to reach it). In these instances, the survival rate for her victims is approximately 50/50: it depends on her mood and what, exactly, you did to piss her off. Mina also accepts willing meals, but for obvious reasons these are few and far between. 

Mina has a girlfriend named Lucy Chandler, and they have a fairly healthy relationship. Becoming friends with Mina Sulten is not easy, but if you manage that, you will have a truly valuable ally: when Mina becomes attached to someone, she becomes VERY protective of them, sometimes to the point of possessiveness. While she lacks her father’s feline ears and tail, she’s catlike at heart, and like all cats, she’s highly territorial. With her friends (and Lucy), Mina is playful, teasing, and occasionally domineering, but also deeply caring and at times even comforting. If you mean anything less to her…whatever you do, don’t mark yourself as her enemy. 

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The rough concept sketch above was done by @belliesandburps​. As always, his artistic merits are deeply, DEEPLY appreciated: I legitimately feel so blessed ot have a friend like him, and equally blessed each time he draws for me. <3 Anyway, meet Mina, everyone! My first official FEMALE pred/big eater for Tumblr! I have no idea how many of you will like her, and I’m stil trying to work out what I’ll do with her in writing (and I still haven’t introduced Baan or Seala in writing either...so much to do, so little time...), but there you have it! My greedy, gluttonous Goth girl. :)