#to take her soul?

[lyxchen]

Is Agatha a ghost because she told Rio that when she dies she doesn't want to see her and because Rio respects that and doesn't take her is why she can't cross over???

[hellenhighwater]

Whereabouts do you live, roughly speaking, and what drew you to that place in particular?

I'm in Michigan, and that's as specifically as I will answer that question! We have really lethal lakes.

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[danggerine]

going insane thinking about the harrow and palamedes friendship. harrow, who has never met another necromancer her age forming a bizarro 3D chess rivalry while pal worries about her safety at every possible turn. harrow, who is up to her eyebrows in paranoia and secrecy, trusting the sixth house with gideon unconscious and hurt, letting them into the ninth house quarters unsupervised. if “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” is goth for i love you, “death first to vultures and scavengers” has got to be goth for i love you (platonic). pal’s first reaction when harrow comes into his bubble in the river is to scoop her up in a hug, and at this point she doesn’t remember anything about him because cutting out all her memories of gideon is impossible without cutting out memories of the sixth, but she still makes him a skelehand to inhabit anyway. when harrow’s memories are finally whole, she tells dulcinea she couldn’t face pal knowing that his pen pal girlfriend died on her account, but the next time she “faces” him, palamades’s soul is in someone else’s body and harrow’s body is full of nona’s soul. he spends six months protecting and caring for harrow’s body (and nona obv), believing in the possibility of bringing her back to it the same way cam believed in him. “god, do you know i miss harrow terribly.” and by the time harrow comes back to her body at the very end of ntn, pal is gone forever, fully pauled. the last time harrow and palamades see each other as their complete selves is in canaan house, alive and unlyctored. two of the smartest and loneliest people in the solar system meet each other in the worst of circumstances and spend the rest of the story dancing around each other as fragments of themselves, trying to care about each other in the interim but never fully meeting like they did the first time. a friendship made almost entirely of missing the other person. “do you know i miss harrow terribly.” god. i need to lie down

[heartorbit]

holy quintet looks kind of different

[krn-art]

AU where I ship em as an old married pair who meet and realize their partners suck.

Also, that whole movie shoved in a series worth of plots into 2 hours.

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Two old farts in a haunted house? One has a kid from an old marriage, the other has a banshee x-wife who tried to kill him? Like, he meets her while trying to escape his ex and she agrees to marry him instead since her fiancé admitted to not loving her except for her money. But she needs to be married to keep the house and he wants to be human, so marriage of inconvenience but they end up liking each other and stage ghost stuff for her show. Something something he lives or she dies and we get a dramatic ending.

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♫ I don't think that I can take it~ 'Cause it took so long to bake it~ And I'll never have that recipe again~ ♫

MacArthur Park by Richard Harris

[starry-bi-sky]

my martha knight au in a nutshell:

Danny/Martha: see up here?

Danny/Martha: *taps skull*

Danny/Martha: intense psychological damage

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Danny/Martha: *upon finding out she's pregnant*

Danny/Martha: oh my god i cant be a mom, I'm fifteen and homeless--

Danny/Martha: im going to be a terrible mother--

Danny/Martha: i live in a cAR--

Danny/Martha: what if the baby inherits my powers? Oh no--

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Danny/Martha post giving birth: i've only had Bruce for a minute and a half but if anything were to happen to him i won't even need to fuse with Vlad, I'm razing this goddamn planet to the ground myself

Danny, to Baby Bruce: you are the last remaining thread of my sanity. I'm going to give you the world :)

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Danny/Martha prior to getting pregnant: Fuck it, if everything in my life has led to this moment, i'm allowed to make one stupid decision. I'm getting drunk and getting laid

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Danny/Martha while Bruce was a toddler: i swear to fucking god i am going to kill the next person who talks to me--

Bruce: hi mommy!! i brought you something!!!

Danny/Martha, immediately flipping on a dime: hi baby!! what do you have?

Bruce, a weird child like his mother: a spider :)

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Danny/Martha, talking to Falcone after he made an unsavory comment at her and Bruce: If you ever come near me or my son again, I will dig up your shithead father's corpse and make you eat his skin.

Danny/Martha: do you understand me

Falcone:... crystal, ma'am

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Danny/Martha new in Gotham: *getting mugged*

Danny/Martha: *grabs man's arm*

Danny/Martha: I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE A TWIG, FUCK BOY, DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH--

(she then proceeds to terrorize Gotham's night life for the next extended period of time, mostly unintentionally)

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Danny/Martha: Danny Fenton?? No. you must be mistaken, my name is Martha Knight.

Danny/Martha: this here is my littlest knight, Bruce.

Danny/Martha: I made him all by myself :]

[hyakunana]

POV: Even with advantage and buffs, your local folk hero just rolled 1 in Intimidation

[tiffanyachings]

i got so possessed by this silly meme that i taught myself how to draw which honestly tells you all you need to know about me

[nicollekidman]

it’s so. good. that buffy has to feel self loathing about what she’s doing with spike specifically because the underpinnings of the show require that vampires be Bad Monster Creatures who Cannot Feel and are just Lifeless Demons otherwise everything comes into question. about everything. except that spike is the crack in the foundation of the show itself and in that, he makes the show better! he’s the only end that makes sense for her because he sets her free!!!

[vidalsbeloved]

HER PREY pt. 2

Rio Vidal/Female Reader!

Warnings: knife play, blood kink, blood licking, reader crying and Rio loving it!

You gasp into the kiss, but you know better than to not give in. You grapple the hand around your neck as her fingers dig into your flesh. You whimper. She chuckles— pulling away with her teeth latching onto your lower lip, drawing blood. You hiss, her tongue running over the wound she has created, licking up your blood.

Her eyes are dark as they bore into yours, hunger still there as the hand wrapped around your neck goes to your cheek, her thumb caressing you gently.

“Such pretty sounds, you make, sweetness,” she whispers. “I wonder what other pretty noises I can draw from you.”

Then she’s attacking your neck, her teeth biting into the flesh. You cry out— hands grasping at her shoulders. Her tongue soothes the now irritated skin at your neck, her thumbs brushing your tears. She pulls back just enough to look into your teary eyes before she lunges back to kiss you.

You kiss her back with the same fire, your hands digging into her shoulders, drawing a pleasurable groan from her. Her teeth are on your lips again, this time gently caressing over your swollen kissed lips. The unoccupied hand she uses to pull your body into hers, hand moving up and down your sides.

You move to pull back so that you can breathe, but then her hand is in your hair again. Holding you in place—

Her kiss is more fierce. The hand on her shoulder digs impossibly deeper, again eliciting another groan from her. You gasp into her mouth, and then you bite. She moans and you bite harder. She laughs against you darkly and you release her lip.

She pulls back and you gasp in air through your lungs, she watches as you close your eyes to do so. Watching the rise and fall of your chest. Her nails run up and down your sides as you catch your breath.

She leans in, her lips millimeters from yours. “You’re mine, sweetness,” she says. “And I’m not letting anyone take you away from me.”

When her lips kiss yours again, it’s soft. And all you can do is let her. And you realize instantly that the fear that you felt moments before now is gone. Your body is filled with a wanton need for her, a craving to feel her lips upon your skin.

“What did you do to me?” You ask through her kisses breathlessly.

“Nothing, yet, sweetness,” she says darkly, that dark gleam back in her eyes. “But I will.”

She pulls away from you with a departing sensual kiss and pulls the knife from the sheathe. She sees a flash of panic behind your eyes and is pleased when you don’t make any move to run. A hand comes up to your arm and you let her take it, pulling up the sleeve to reveal skin. Her teeth flash, tongue running over her lower lip.

She runs a finger along the unscathed tissue and whispers, “Such pretty skin, I can’t wait to mark it up with my knife.”

Her knife comes up to meet your flesh, instinctively though, you flinch away, but her grip is tight.

“Breathe for me, sweet girl,” she whispers.

She digs her knife into your flesh. You cry out, tears prickling your eyes. She shushes you, wiping away your tears and rubbing your cheek soothingly. But the look in her eyes is pure hunger and gratification at seeing you in pain all for her.

She wants more of it. Her knife moves over each small word she carves into your skin, watching and waiting as tears roll down your cheeks. She leans into you and licks up your tears, salivating at the taste of you on her lips. The second the knife leaves your arm, you are a sobbing mess. A kiss placed on your temple, a dark chuckle, and the gleeful sound that escapes her tell you she is proud of her mark.

When you calm down, you manage the strength to look down. Blood pools from the wound, but through it, you see the name ‘Rio’ engraved into your skin and with it a heart. Your skin is scorched from the pain and you look back up to Rio with watering and pained-filled eyes. She scoffs at you, shaking her head, and brings your arm to her lips, this time though, instead of her tongue. She kisses the area, and instantly you realize that the pain is gone. Her tongue then comes out to lick up your blood-stained arm.

“You’re mine now, sweetness. Body and soul,” she says when she pulls away, still holding your arm. She traces the mark on your skin and whispers something under her breath. “Nobody will ever hurt you as long as you’re with me.”

From that moment on, you lived centuries, with Death by your side— she may have been cruel to the world, killed people, and taken souls. But with you, she was kind, in her own way.

You had realized over the years that when you thought back on the day you met— she could have been cruel to you, killed you where you stood, and taken your body and soul but instead showed you mercy and kept you alive. You never understood why, but it was reason enough to be hers, but still curiosity got the best of you.

“Rio,” you said one night with her.

“Yes, sweetness.”

You hesitated, before asking, “Why did you not kill me the day we met?”

You saw her pause, looking over her shoulder to you. “Why do you ask?”

You looked away, a furious blush staining your cheeks, making Rio smirk. She always seemed to affect you, regardless of anything.

Taking pity on you, she turned and walked towards you, causing you to walk backward into a tree. She grasped your chin lightly and whispered against your lips, “You were just…” she licked her lower lips, “too delicious not to keep sweetness.”

And you suppose that’s as much of an answer you were going to get, but didn’t mind it. Rio always found a way around confrontation.

Her lips pressed to yours, her mouth flooding your senses. When she pulled back, you whined chasing her lips with your own. She chuckled— putting distance between you.

“Come, sweetness. We’ve got bodies and souls to take.” her hand reached for your own, and when you took it without hesitation; she knew she had you wrapped around her finger once more.

And so you followed her, after all that’s all you could do anyways.

You were hers after all.

[porraaharkness]

The fact we got Alice’s trial in the last episode, she breaking her family curse and understanding everything her mother did was to protect her. And then, in this episode, she dies trying to protect Agatha against Agatha’s mother. Makes everything even more sad.

My Advil queen, you deserved so much better!

We, lesbians with headache and addict to ibuprofen will forever love you 💜😭

[caeslxys]

revelations your flesh

[hausdellamorte]

illario is such a drama queen i can't

[zarnzarn]

(check the tags for more and also the tag for other fics in the story!)

athena, scowling as she gets bullied into marrying the people she pined over for the last 1000 years, suddenly realising something: wait a minute

odysseus: what?

athena, frozen: wait a damn minute you know what this gives me rights to do

penelope, also realising: oh fuck yes

odysseus: I don't like the sound of whatever's happening here what are you two fucking talking about?

athena, grabbing the marriage wine and tossing it back, then kissing her new wife and husband and handing penelope a spear as she picks up a mace: we'll be back shortly, you can start celebrations without us.

penelope: do u have anything that can start a fire

athena, pulling out an old contract and scanning it before throwing it over her shoulder: yes. are you scared of heights or can we fly.

penelope: fucking bring it I've waited years for this moment

zeus: where are they going

hermes, picking up the contract: they're going to... Ogygia? Oh fucking shit they're going to fucking kill Calypso- hey, hello, WAIT-

[elialys]

ANNA TORV as Revna | Nautilus - Ep. 9