#tw main character death

[shepscapades]

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [PART 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

Nobody Anymore Nobody Anymore

[This comic is part of my dbhc au, following the chaos and panic that ensues after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of s9 after a very rough s8 finale that leaves him a little. broken. It's set to the vibes of Joywave's Destruction. This part concludes this comic, but this moment doesn't end here: Don't Let it Reach the Heart will be the title of the fic that will follow the end of Destruction!]

[waywardsunlight]

Sometimes I get sad and remember King’s pretty much immortal.

[toxicanonymity]

The Worst 

1.3k, Tom “Redfly” Davis x DARK f!Reader 

SUMMARY: You make Tom pay for Frankie's death.

WARNINGS: I8+ DARK FIC, DEAD DOVE noncon or very dubcon p in v, implied murder, roofie, forced gun sucking, restraints, degradation, praise kink?, Dom reader. Tom survives / Frankie dies AU.

Dedicated to @romanarose who is hosting a write a thon for the @triplefrontier-anniversary.

Happy 5 years to Tom ruining everything. He's the worst, but I'm sorry to say he's also packing.

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You pretended to take comfort in him during your grief. Your flirtations over the past weeks had all been a ruse, as were your advances tonight. You always had one goal – to get Tom tied up in your basement.

Finally, you had him sitting at your kitchen table drinking a night cap. You rubbed his thigh and he looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive, if only he could muster the energy.  His eyelids were heavy with lust and a roofie.

“Maybe we could, uh, get more comfortable,” Tom slurred, nodding toward the living room. 

You downed the rest of your drink, set the glass down, and lowered yourself onto his lap, side saddle. 

“Ohh,” he muttered with his mouth barely open. “Hello.” 

“I was thinking we could go downstairs,” you purred. 

He swallowed, raised his eyebrows, and nodded, “Sure.” 

“Frankie ever tell ya ‘bout our hobbies? Lotta fun stuff down there.”

His face gave him away. “Uhh,” he stalled, “Sounds-” You ran your hand through his hair. “-Sounds good,” Tom muttered at a horny pitch. His eyes lingered on your lips, then he cleared his throat. 

“I'm gonna need ya to trust me though, Tom. Can ya do that?” 

Tom nodded. 

“Yes ma’am,” you whispered. 

“Yes ma’am,” he confirmed, clearly enjoying this. Your dominance was a perfect fit for his being a lazy sack of shit. 

“Good.”

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In the basement–more of a sex dungeon, as it were–you sat Tom down in a metal chair. He let you tie him up and barely objected when you zip tied his hands behind his back. 

“Mmm,” he hummed as you did it. 

“Good boy,” you told him, making him blush. His eyes lazily danced across your face in bemusement.  “Now I'm gonna go change,”  you said. 

-

You returned in a black lingerie set – a lacy top over a strappy, crotchless bottom. You had tucked Frankie’s old pistol into the back of the bottom piece. The cool metal made your skin tighten with goosebumps all over. 

You slowly approached Tom and watched his eyes consume you. Without sitting down, you straddled him so you were standing with your tits in his face. You let him play. He nuzzled his head into your breasts, then nosed at a nipple. 

“Fuck me,” he whispered, then took one into his mouth, through the lace. 

“God, you worthless shit,” you laughed with faux affection. 

“Heh,” Tom chuckled sadly against your tit.

He didn’t notice you reach for the gun. You used the barrel to massage yourself through your underwear. He glanced down, then his eyes snapped back up to you. “Whoa, careful with that,” he laughed nervously with the barrel pointing right at his dick as you slid the cool metal against the lace covering your mound. 

“This is Frankie’s,” you said wistfully and raised the gun to admire it. You used the barrel to nudge his chin so he looked at you. He froze. “You’re gonna suck Frankie’s dick now,” you nodded and slid the barrel up his jaw, then nudged his lips with the muzzle. 

His breathing was heavier and faster. His eyes were less sleepy. 

He maneuvered to dodge the barrel. “Listen, sweetie,” he started. “Are you okay? Maybe we’ll just  — maybe. . .  watch a movie tonight,” his voice trailed off as your face made it clear you were not fucking around. 

“Open.” You grabbed his jaw. “It’s the least you can do, Tom.” 

Tom swallowed. “Okay,” he whispered. “You’re right.” He let the muzzle into his mouth. 

“Good,” you whispered. “Go on.”

You pushed the barrel further into his mouth. “Suck it, Tom. Suck Frankie’s cock.” 

His face whitened as he began to hesitantly bob his head. 

“If it weren’t for you, I’d be sucking Frankie’s real cock right now,” you reminded him and watched dread fall over his face. He hardly moved at all. 

“You can do better than that.” You pushed the gun further into his mouth and his teeth hit the metal. “Good,” you whispered as he took as much of the pistol as he could. You held the back of his head and fucked his mouth with the gun. He looked up at you pleadingly and whined incoherently. You mercifully let the barrel out of his mouth, a string of drool falling down his chin. 

“Look,” his face was serious and his tone was more sober. “I know you’re devastated. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. We can–” 

“Shut up.” You crossed your wrists behind his head and lowered yourself onto his lap. Your most sensitive area met his semi-hard bulge and you let out a moan. 

“Oh, Tom,” you sighed, impressed. 

As it turned out, there was one area where Tom didn't fall short, and your body wouldn't let you ignore it.  “Fuck,” you whispered as he hardened beneath you. You were throbbing against him. The adrenaline already had your blood flowing, and now it was flowing south. His cock twitched against you. His breath was shallow.

He watched your face carefully. He was as quiet and still as a mouse. 

“Got him killed, and now you wanna fuck his girl, don’t ya?”

Tom nodded hesitantly. 

You scoffed. “With friends like you,” you started. “Pathetic.”  A subtle lift of his hips took all your thoughts away as his warm, hard package rubbed against your front. You had never hate fucked someone before. . . With the gun still behind his head, you nudged the nape of his neck with the muzzle and he flinched. “You’re not gonna say a word,” you warned. Then you reached down between you and feverishly unbuttoned his cargo pants. 

You reached into his boxers and gasped at the smooth heat of his naked girth against your palm. “Jesus,” you whispered as you took it out. A hint of cockiness tugged at the corner of his mouth before he appeared to remember his imminent doom.

With your gun hand, you braced yourself using the back of his neck for leverage. You took your thong to the side, then spit on  your hand and wiped it on his dick. God how you hated this man. You lined yourself up, then sank down with a rush of pleasure to your chest as your cunt slowly swallowed his thick length. You closed your eyes and thought of Frankie as you began to roll your hips. Your heart was racing. 

He moaned nearly silently as you fucked yourself on his massive cock. You got wetter and wetter. You could feel Frankie’s presence. You could practically smell his scent wafting off of Tom. You could feel the ghost of Frankie’s hands on your ass and practically hear his whispers in your ear. Should’ve ridden his face, he said in your head and you breathed out a laugh as you rode him.

You let out a sigh and Tom shuddered. You imagined Frankie’s brown eyes looking deep into yours, and your walls twitched around Tom’s cock. You whimpered as you came. 

“Fuck,” Tom murmured through gritted teeth as you choked his cock.Then he erupted inside you. You groaned as his warm spend flooded your core. 

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When you were finished, you sat there on his cock and you both read each other’s faces. He knew his time was up. You took the safety off the gun. 

“What a way to go,” Tom muttered in resignation. He winced as you squeezed him with an aftershock.

“You took him from me, Tom.” 

“I know, honey,” he agreed. “It’s okay. Kid's better off with the life insurance.” 

The next few seconds felt like minutes. Your heart raced and you could see Tom’s heartbeat in his neck. 

Tom took a deep breath. “Just put it in my mouth.” He nodded. “And pull the trigger,” he whispered. 

His gaze was apologetic as the muzzle once again nudged his lips. He closed his eyes with his softening cock still sheathed in your warmth.  You didn’t feel a thing as the hammer clicked under your thumb.

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Thank you for reading!

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[brucewaynehater101]

Very angsty hurt no comfort :)

TW: death, major character deaths, blood

"We can't win."

Batman's back is to the teen. Though Tim can't see his face, he knows the man is clenching his teeth. His shoulders are tense, his gloves strain under the tension of his fist, and the cape is rigid in its stillness. Every signal of the "unreadable" Batman is screaming stubborn resolution.

"B."

The man still won't turn to face his son.

"Bruce."

The man closes his eyes and tilts his head to the ceiling. He let's out a shaky exhale.

His voice is hoarse. It's almost a whisper as he begs Tim for respite.

"We have to try."

Red Robin wants to cry.

He is a witness to a man out of options. He's watching a hero without hope. He's observing the infallible crumble. He sees Batman pleading for just one more plan.

Tim closes his eyes.

He can't... He can't see his dad like this. Not Bruce.

The son bites his lip until copper coats his tongue.

There has to be something. Anything. Between Tim, Bruce, and the entire hero community, there has to be a solution. They've got time.

Never mind the hours of research, calculations, simulations, and data that proves otherwise.

Tim nods to himself. He swallows the blood gushing in his mouth. His breath shakes, but he manages to pull his voice into a steady cadence.

"Okay."

His eyes slid open.

"Okay."

Bruce still won't face Tim, but the teen expected that. The man had never been good at facing what he perceives as his failures. He won't be able to look at Tim without berating himself for his inability to protect his children.

"Tim."

Through the reflection of the WatchTower window, Bruce meets his gaze. The father scrutinizes the teen as if he'll never lay his eyes upon him again. A flicker of regret passes Bruce's eyes.

Tim assumes the man condemns himself for not being able to save his family.

"Whatever the outcome may be, we will be together. All of us."

Those words burn as much as they comfort. At the very least, none of them would be alone.

Tim, as all Robins are prone to do, cracks a sly grin. "I'm not sure one place could contain us all."

Bruce, as Batman is prone to do, allows his lips to twitch upwards in response.

~~~

It's been 36 hours, but they have mere minutes left.

Barbara's hands had left her keyboard thirty minutes ago. Her left one tightly grips Dick's wrist. The other runs through Cass's hair. Black Bat has her head in Barbara's lap as her eyes dart between her family members.

Tim offers her a soft, pained smiled when their eyes meet. Cass mouths the words "I love you."

Dick is seated on the floor next to Bab's wheelchair. Two minutes ago, he had started humming a Romani tune as he rocked Damian in his lap. All conversation stilled as his voice gently carried.

Damian has gone quiet. No one has heard him speak in four hours.

Steph is curled around Cass. Tears silently stream down her face, but no one acknowledges it.

Duke stands behind Barbara's chair with one hand on her shoulder. He intermittently starts up breathing exercises to calm his shaking.

Jason Todd is present, but he's slightly distant from the group. He stares ahead in reluctance as imminent death stares back at him once again.

Tim's eyes keep drifting to the door.

Bruce had promised.

He promised Tim that, in the end, he'd be here with them.

He promised.

With three minutes to go, Tim knows he's not coming. He knows Bruce will never make it.

It's a cruel pain to bear when his life is ending.

Tim's just glad he never told his siblings otherwise.

The teen allows himself one moment. One moment to collect himself.

He breathes in.

He breathes out.

He nods to himself.

Tim walks over to Jason with another melancholic smile. He holds up his hand.

The older brother pauses. He glances down at the hand, and his expression carefully breaks. He allows his younger brother to pull him back into the group.

Everyone stares out of the WatchTower windows at the cause of their death. Dick's voice carries, even when it wavers in emotion.

This is it. The end.

At least they're together.

[ghosthoard]

PART 1

parts 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

CW: main character death, aftermath of torture, vivid descriptions of injury

They had been too late.

And isn’t that a hero’s worst failing, almost there, almost in time, almost saving the day. What was the use if after the victory, there was nothing left to salvage?

If only they had been quicker and smarter, they would have saved the day just like they were supposed to. 

But mercilessly, they had no do-over, and they had to face what lay before them in their failure.

Their brother hung from chains that pulled his arms harshly up to the ceiling, his toes just barely skimming the floor. Blood dripped, dripped, dripped—! Time ripped himself out of the spiral, closing his eye to it.  

Wild had been taken from them. The yiga had grabbed him and dragged him into a portal. By Hyrule and Legend’s quick thinking and skillful spell casting, they had stopped the portal from closing just barely until it stayed frozen as the size of a disc, enough for maybe Wind to stick his head in. 

It took them an hour, 33 minutes, and 42 seconds to figure out how to widen the portal enough for them all to squeeze through and land in the middle of a mass of shocked yiga. Another two hours, 16 minutes and 2 seconds for them to throw themselves into maiming, incapacitating, and killing whoever tried to stop them from finding Wild. 18 minutes for Time and Warriors to find Wild too late. 

The approaching sound of footsteps as the rest of his boys arrived turned him around just in time to see Twilight enter the dungeon with Wind and Hyrule. The man’s eyes searched feverishly around the room, first looking at Time, Warriors who stood further in, and then finally they landed on the hanging body and he froze. 

Nobody moved, nobody made a sound. It was a brutal precipice they waited on. Sky, Legend, and Four arrived before anything happened, for of course all of them had to be present to witness the fall.

“Get him down…” Twilight’s voice cracked the delicate silence. Echoing around the dungeon. He stormed toward Wild. “Get him down from there! Here, help me.”

“Twilight…” Warriors said, careful with his brother’s heart, “he’s—”

“His shoulders oughta be real sore, and we hafta to stop the bleedin’. Hyrule, you need to get ready to heal ‘im.” 

Hyrule twitched to life at the mention of his name, tears already flowing down his cheeks. “R-Right.”

“I got you, cub, I got you.” Twilight had cradled an arm under Wild’s knees, his other arm hovering, preparing to catch him. “Sky, cut the chains.” 

Time heard Sky take in a breath before stepping forward to do as he was told, his face stony. The hum of the Master Sword was hatefully calming and beautiful as he unsheathed it. The chains snapped with just one perfectly executed swing and Wild dropped into Twilight’s waiting hold. A whimper escaped someone’s mouth from the way Wild’s head fell bonelessly back, from how his arm fell limply at his side. 

Twilight hastily moved his arm from around Wild’s shoulders to support his head as he lowered him to the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, must’ve hurt your neck” he muttered. 

Now laying on the ground, everybody got a good look at Wild’s face which had been hidden behind his hair. His nose had gushed blood, and it looked broken. Bruises colored him a deep purple, stark against his pale skin. One of his ears had been cut off, the other burned. His eyes… blank and unseeing and stained red from the blood that had leaked down from his head.

“Okay, Hyrule, come on.” Twilight was avoiding Wild’s face. 

Hyrule numbly knelt on Wild’s other side, staring with wide, pained eyes on all the damage, the blood loss, the sunken chest that told of shattered ribs and internal bleeding, the missing fingers, the exposed bones. He reached out. His shaking hands started to glow. He placed them ever so gently over his brother’s chest, feeling it crackle under his touch. They all watched as the healing light shone for a few— hopeful despite everything —seconds only for a sob to wrack Hyrule’s body and the light flickered before going out entirely. Hyrule collapsed on top of Wild’s chest, clutching at the blood soaked tunic, letting out heart-wrenching wails. 

“What… what’s wrong?” Twilight said, his voice rising, his breaths shorter, “Why did you stop? Why isn’t he healed?”

“It’s not going to do anything, Rancher,” Legend’s caustic (devastated) tone lashed out. “Hyrule can’t bring back the dead.”

Twilight flinched. “Th-Then, a-a potion. Or a fairy…!”

Seeing Twilight’s face twist that way as he tried to hold back tears, Time automatically went to him. Twilight’s eyes snapped on to him as he approached and never left his face as he lowered himself to his knees next to him.

“Time… Time, we have to save Wild. We have to do something.”

Time wrapped his arms around his pup and pulled him close. 

“Time, please.” Twilight shuddered in his arms as he begged. “He can’t be dead. He can’t be gone. He would’ve been alone and scared when he died. We weren’t there. We were supposed to save ‘im. He would’ve been waiting for us.”

“I’m so sorry, pup.”

Around them, the others were getting closer. Legend started rubbing circles into Hyrule’s back, his face crumpled in soul deep sadness. 

Sky had lifted Wild’s head up onto his lap, gently closing the boy’s eyes before starting to card through the tangled mess of hair and dried blood. 

Warriors had an arm around Wind’s shoulders, looking smaller and exhausted and ten years older as he took in Wild’s body like it was a punishment he was dealt. 

Wind was searching around the empty cavern with tear-streaked cheeks, hiccuping. 

“He’s skin and bones. How could they have done this much in so little time?” Four muttered in a numb grief. “It couldn’t have been more than a few hours between when he was taken and when we got here.”

“A lot can be done in an hour,” Time said. A person can be alive and then gone within a second.

“We should get out of here.” Legend said from where he had managed to bring Hyrule into a hug. “He doesn’t deserve to be here any longer.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Sky shifted, he lowered Wild’s head back down delicately as if he could still feel pain. Legend guided Hyrule onto his feet and out of Sky’s way. Sky got as far as leaning forward to lift Wild up when Twilight pulled away from Time’s embrace.

“Let me. Please.”

Sky nodded and stepped back. 

Twilight gathered Wild in his arms as he’s done millions of times before. He rested Wild’s heavy head on his shoulder then placed a kiss on his forehead. “Come on, cub, let’s get out of here.”

The shackles that were still around Wild’s wrists clattered as Twilight rose to his feet. 

“We’re getting those off,” he snarled.

Next

Let me know if you want the next part~

[forestshadow-wolf]

warning: MCD

Volume up

[all-the-gory-details]

Not sure what kinds of prompts you'd like, so I'll provide options, if that's okay!

A whumpee who can see into the future giving themselves up to whumper because that’s the best ending they can get.

A whumpee who finally broke down and provided the information whumper wanted but is now being disposed of.

A human whumpee with an alien caretaker (who maybe doesn’t know how to care for a human.)

Gonna go for a couple quick blurps this afternoon, lmk if you like something and want me to expand on it!

TW: torture reference, restraints, gun, possible main character death, open ending

Whumpee sobbed as the masked man finished writing in their notebook.

They had given up. After weeks of torture, they had given Whumper the information.

And they hate themself for it.

But at least the pain would stop. They tried to take comfort in that, sagging in the chair they were tied to.

No more pain. No more suffering. No more-

"Get rid of them."

Whumper's order made their head snap up, confusion in their teary gaze.

Then, one of their henchmen started towards them, taking the pistol from their belt, and-

Oh. Oh.

Whumped shook their head as they finally understood. "No, no, wait! I-I gave you what you wanted, you said it w-would be done!"

"It will," Whumper said casually, turning to leave the room as henchmen approached. "You gave us what we want, so we don't need you anymore. We're done."

"But-"

"Goodbye, Whumpee."

The door swung shut.

[moodymisty]

little lorgar angst

lorgar mortal lover who manages to give him peace and love. who helps him to heal from the shit kor phareon did to him. Who acts as a positive influence on both him and the legion to the point she's beloved by even his own sons. Who manages to stir him down a path that will see monarchia and all the tradgidy born from that event never happen. And because all that will ruin the plans of Erebus and Kor, they have her killed. Thinking they will get away with this assassination. only Lorgar knows. somehow he knows it was them. So does the entire legion. And for the first time, he feels such ahtred and anger for his father... How dare they take away that which gave him such comfort? And gods help them once the rest of the legion learns their beloved mother was taken from them... Just this utter sense of quiet cold rage...

I personally always write that the main sticking point as to why someone doesn't just kill their beloved at any point is simply that, you're going to have a primarch on a rampage coming right for you. And including a legion that liked her too? The carnage that takes place would make other events pale in comparison.

I would imagine that they manage to do it while Lorgar is off planet. Either they manage to overpower the defenses he has protecting her, or they hire an assassin more than capable of sneaking by. Perhaps Erebus does it himself, he's the type.

Lorgar ends up finding out via vox, when he's light years away from Colchis. Whatever was being done is left in the hands of one of his commanders and a small fleet of marines, and he turns the Fidelitas Lex back towards Colchis. The ship is basically silent the entire time. the legion had actually begun warming up to her quite a bit, and to see their Primarch in shambles (held together for now but he's clearly cracking at the seams), it turns them all into angry, vengeful, mourning astartes; Ones eager to act upon their Primarch's orders for retribution.

When he gets back, Kor Phaeron or Erebus, perhaps both, would find it key to quickly redirect Lorgar to whoever the 'murderer' is. If they can't and Lorgar figures out it was them, I imagine it would take quite a bit for them to convince him to not wipe the floor with their heads. Though I doubt they'd be able to, given his extremely mercurial nature.

The Word Bearers end up in shames, and it's unknown if they'll ever truly recover. The other legions can only watch on and take heed.

[banana-pancake5]

OKAY RAMBLE TIME!! APOCALYPSE SISTERS THEMED RAMBLE TO BE CLEAR

@jadetheblueartist JADE LOOK APOCALYPSE SISTERS.

I invite and encourage y’all to bounce your own ideas off of mine because currently nothing is concrete and I’d love more ideas for the story! Or about y’all’s Aus I just wanna hear ideas in general and my brain is spinning rn

Anyway ON WITH THE RAMBLE!! (I warn you it’s is quite long)

Okay so y’know good ol Frida Hamato— wait y’all don’t know… yikes I don’t have an info dump on her yet. Okay during the post movie timeline (the one the story takes place in) she is quite cold to her brothers for a while. She had known of their existence her whole life but never made a move to connect to them for two reasons, 1, she wouldn’t waste her time with these brothers that she’d never met. All she knows about them is that they are enemies of Big Mama and a hindrance in her work. She is unknown to them and she’d rather keep it that way. 2, after Vita’s disappearance she doesn’t want another close relationship. Her sister, he only family she had known, was gone. She wasn’t going to replace her sister and she wasn’t ready for more siblings when she couldn’t protect her first one. Her family is Big Mama and she wants to focus on that. She wants to protect her mother without distractions.

BUT! When she sees Vita and realizes she is alive everything changes. She wants to be with Vita, she wants to be have her sister back. And by that point vita has already formed a bond with the others, so being close with Vita means being close with her brothers. Through Vita she becomes close with the others and, after a long time with many struggles, she joins the Hamato Clan and leaves Big Mama to be with her family. She still loves Big Mama and will not take and back talk of her mother but she grows extremely close with her brothers and finally feels loved.

Now the rest of her story joining the Hamato clan is a different ramble that’s just the necessary info. And in case that makes absolutely no since here’s a bullet point

Frida became close with her Brothers through Vita.

But in the apocalyptic timeline (where Casey is from) she doesn’t have Vita. (Going to refer to Bad future timeline as FT and the present timeline as PT)

Yep. She never reunites with Vita in the FT. Now let me explain why.

Vita was in the prison dimension until Mikey (PT) opened a portal to save Leo. In the FT Leo never sacrificed himself and the Krang were never locked away. (FT) Vita escaped the prison dimension during the early apocalypse. She wandered with the only goal being to murder the Krang. After years more of no interaction she went completely mad. The only thing she knew was she hated the Krang with all her being. She never joined the resistance, she never reunited with her sister, she never met her brothers, she never truly became a Hamato.

In the resistance there was a myth, a rumor, that there was someone, or something, out there fighting off the Krang. They called her Yūrei, the Japanese word for Ghost, or Specter. Yūrei was someone even the Krang supposedly feared. It was rumored her eyes were those of Krang, some even believed Yūrei was a beast sent by the Krang, but according to many stories it seemed her wrath was directed to the Krang alone. No one had heard her voice but her broken, manic, howling laughter haunted anyone who heard.

Yūrei is Vita. She would rarely stumble upon members of the resistance in her hunt for the Krang, and she saved them from the Krang’s attacks. Vita’s mind was too broken to realize she was helping someone she simply hunted anything of Krang kind. She acted almost beast like in the way she hunted, focused and intent on ending her prey. She dressed in the attire similar to 12!Mikey’s dimension X outfit. She also wore bits and pieces of Krang mechs, sometimes using the head of one as a mask.

Casey never grew up with an aunt Vee, but he grew up hearing the horrifying tales of Yūrei.

Oh and perhaps Leo had a moment where he met Yūrei on a mission. I’m unaware of the details but it’s an idea I’d like to develop further!

So! Bullet point for Vita!

Vita’s mind shattered in the FT, she became almost animal like, she lived to hunt the Krang. She became known as Yūrei, meaning Ghost or Specter by the resistance.

Now, back to Frida. Because she never had Vita to connect her with the brothers she stayed glued to her Mother’s side. She became much more serious throughout the apocalypse as well. Big Mama, even in the middle of a war, kept her business booming. Her Nexus Hotel stayed in business under a cloaking spell during the early years of the FT. Eventually, the Krang found it and destroyed it. Big Mama was left wounded and under the care of Frida. Frida sought out a shelter for her and her injured Mother and eventually stumbled upon the resistance. She pleaded with the head of the resistance, which at the time was Hamato Yoshi and the EPF. They accepted after some time, but splinter was not expecting to see Big Mama when Frida came back. Big Mama and Splinter became close again and Frida felt like she was being left behind. But through joining the resistance she met her brothers. Draxum explained that she was their sister and they were (mostly) ecstatic, although suspicious that she was raised by Big Mama. Frida stayed glued to her mother’s side and never truly became close to her brothers. She acknowledged them as siblings and would participate in conversation with them. Mikey tried really really hard to get her to open up but she never warmed up to them to the point of PT Frida. But they were all family and it was good. She was distant but did like her new brothers. She grew closest to Raph, and Mikey, who made the most effort to welcome her and also grew to be close friends with Cassandra.

The first to die was splinter. It grieved Big Mama immensely and she, only a few years later, died in battle to serve the Hamato Clan. Frida was a wreck for a long time after her mother’s death, but with her mother dying for the clan Frida felt more of a familial connection with the Hamatos.

And, with her mother gone, the Nexus Employees looked for guidance. They looked to Frida for guidance. They didn’t know what to do without Big Mama’s orders and Frida was next in line. she felt like it was her duty to follow in her mother’s footsteps. She left the Resistance with the remainder of the original hotel staff, and any others who tagged along, and went back to the nexus hotel. She rebuilt it from its ruins and created a haven for any wanderers stranded in New York. They used cloaking spells to hide the sound and lights inside.

To any passersby it just looked like a crumpled ruined building, but once they step in it revealed itself as warm and welcoming haven for the weary and tired. To anyone who had known of the Grand Nexus Hotel before its destruction it would look like a pathetic mockery of its previous elegance, but it was a remarkable transformation from its ruined state. And the head of it all was none other than Frida. Frida managed everything, from security and comfort to food regulation. Her employees served her loyally every step of the way. The Battle Nexus arena was used as a storage wing and barracks when the hotel was full.

Y’all it’s your favorite time, Bullet Points!

Frida never became very close with her Brothers, more like they were just good friends. She became closest with Mikey, Raph, and Cassandra.

After Big Mama’s death Frida rebuilt the Nexus Hotel and it became known as a sort of dystopian rest stop for survivors of the apocalypse.

Also the song that inspired most of these thoughts was the first 45 seconds of “come let us adore you” (from Steven universe) in the perspective of the hotel staff singing it to Frida.

Casey never became close with Frida but knew that she was his aunt. She is the only person he has ever known as the owner of the Nexus Hotel. Frida never tried to connect with Casey; she is not a fan of kids.

Frida dresses in a dystopian/apocalyptic business style outfit.

There’s 2 main options on how she reunites with them:

1. At one point either Mikey or Leo accidentally enter the Hotel to hide from the Krang and are shocked at what they see. Then they see Frida, giving orders left and right with a cold expression across her face. She doesn’t notice him until he runs up to her to greet her after not seeing each other for years. Her expression warms when she sees him but she stays formal, like addressing a coworker. She missed the Hamatos while she was away but got along fine without them.

2. Disaster strikes at the Hotel when the Krang discover the cloaking spell and Frida seeks out refuge with the resistance. She then learns of the passing of Raph and Cassandra and meets Casey for the first time. After that she stays with them the rest of her days, helping as commander.

Or 3… she doesn’t reunite and dies before she sees them again.

There are many more options I’m considering but those are the main ones!

And now, How this affects the PT!!!

After the events of chapter 1, Casey is so confused. He has no clue who Vita is and it seriously itches his brain because he’s from the future and has never seen this mutant turtle. Then.. he hears her laugh. And he’s horrified. He is genuinely scared of Vita and avoids her at all costs because he knows her a Yūrei. The vicious beast that he thought was just a myth.

And when he meets Frida it’s like whiplash. His aunt Frida, the distant, serious, stone faced commander, was so different. After only week of being with the hamatos she was acting competitive and overconfident. It’s a side he never saw of his aunt. (Also it was a facade but that’s for the Frida ramble)

With everything that happened in the PT vita and Frida are DRASTICALLY different people. Vita’s mind stayed as intact as it could get, and Frida finally found people that really love her, with time, discovering her real personality and showing her real smile instead of the one plastered to her face for the cameras.

SOOOOOOOOO UHHHHHH YEAH. APOCALYPSE STUFF.

Any ideas? Thoughts? Scenarios you wanna see? Questions? Apocalyptic versions of your au you wanna share? Send me an ask!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[way-too-cool-skeliton-dude]

New Soriel AU drop lmao

This AU is the remains of a neutral route (Asgore, Papyrus, and Alphys died)

Asgore was killed and Frisk passed on through the barrier, not freeing the monsters from the underground. The barrier being opened upset the core beyond help, causing Hotland to get too hot for most of the residents. Overheating causes the waterfall to start to dry up, so the answer? Close off Hotland, the problem with that? Snowden becomes WAY too cold for its residents and now most of the monsters of the underground are dead.

Undyne becomes Queen after forcibly taking the position from Toriel, who heads back to the ruins with Sans where they wait for unsuspecting humans to fall down. They usually die on impact (or with a little help from Sans) and they use the humans to feed the remaining monsters.

Sans is super tall in this and barely speaks anymore, only talking to Toriel to tell her some jokes. He covers his mouth with a bandana due to stitches he had been given over his mouth for talking back to Undyne.

Toriel is as tall as she usually is and her hair is curly because she's growing it out due to the cold. Every so often she'll cut her hair to spin into yarn when it gets long enough. So far she's been able to make Sans a hat and a small blanket over the years.

Most of the monsters do what they want, there's basically no hope of leaving because the entry to the barrier doesn't even exist anymore

[preyandhunter]

Hey Guys 👀… New AU time????

In a world of blood and shadows… the ghouls, man-eating monsters wearing the faces of humans prowl the night, wary of the white-clad humans, the Doves, who stalk the daylight. The fragile status quo is raptured when an ill timed murder of on innocent pro-ghoul human launches the city of Hermittopia into a bloodbath that rapidly spirals into a war front. The multi-fic series will explore the ways a number of individuals’ paths intersect with each other and weigh on the story, between parties pro-ghoul, anti-ghoul, and several shades of neutral alike.

ao3: Come Read!

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We are proud to be presenting, “To Be The Prey, To Be The Hunter” au a.k.a “Prey&HunterAU” (see: tags) this was developed recently under the machinations of several users including

@evilrat-sabre !!!!

@monosminecraftmania !!!!

And @azzayofchaos !!!

If you want additional details for this au then please @evilrat-sabre for a link to their discord, for sneak peaks at the ghoul thread.

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Warning:

Tokyo ghoul feature very dark themes, Hermitcraft is usually silly and light-hearted. We will have some dark and we will have some silly, but if it’s something you don't vibe with, it’s okay to look the other way. This entire au is just some friends having fun.

General TW for Cannibalism, main character death, blood, gore, and gray morality

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^us making this au (drawing by mod Zay! (That’s me tee he))

Organization for this blog:

(Coming soon I hope…)

[echo-is-super-cool]

SEASON 6 MHA SPOILERS!!!

my baby!:D

MY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ask-team-rainbow-gti]

A leaked video file… Watch it?

Everything was going to plan so far. Axel and Blitzle had completed their daily missions with aplomb, Axel had managed to subtly convince the zebra to come up onto the top of Post Town right as the sun was setting, and Petal had ensured that no one was there to ruin their little moment.

Despite that, however, Axel's heart couldn’t stop beating ever faster. Everytime he looked over to his partner, he felt another pang of nerves hit him right in the chest. Nerves alongside feelings of love and admiration, of course. Those feelings weren’t so bad. They were the reason he was even up here in the first place.

As the last rays of sunshine faded over the Great Glacier in the distance, Axel knew that it was time to stop stalling. Enough waiting. He just had to say it. Just tell Blitzle how he felt, right? Be honest. That’s what everyone had been telling him to do, right?

Right as Axel gathered the courage to break the tentative silence that had come to rest over the founding members of Team Rainbow, however, he managed to talk over Blitzle, who apparently also had something on their mind.

“So-” Axel tried to begin.

“Axel-” Blitzle said, as they accidentally interrupted each other. They broke eye contact hastily, a blush appearing on both of their cheeks. 

“You first.” Axel said, trying to recover. Blitzle probably just wanted to ask about tomorrow's mission, or future Paradise plans, or something.

“No, no, that’s ok. You can talk.” Blitzle said, a little too quickly. Axel wondered what that could be about. Still, if Blitzle insisted, then Axel supposed it was his turn to talk. He took a deep breath, and let it out.

“Blitzle,” he began quietly, hands trembling. This was hard. “It’s been really nice building Paradise with you. These last few weeks have been amazing. I can’t remember having so much fun in all my life. Going on missions with the team, building up Paradise to be really something special, and most of all, being around you.” 

Axel locked eyes with Blitzle. It was now or never. Too late to stop what was coming. The words had already formed on his lips by the time he realized what he was saying. 

“Blitzle, I’m in love with you.” 

…

A pause. 

It seemed unbearably long to Axel, despite only lasting a few seconds. 

Blitzle sat there next to Axel with a dumbfounded look on his face, which slowly broke into a wide grin. “Really?” They asked, eyes wide.

Axel didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t exactly been sure what he was supposed to expect here, but this wasn’t it. “Yeah, really.” He confirmed with an exaggerated nod of his head.

“I came up here to tell you the same thing!” Blitzle exclaimed, leaping to his feet. “I mean, I never expected that you’d feel the same, but I just needed to get it off my chest, and man, this is so cool, I thought maybe you being a human you wouldn’t want that, but I guess I was wrong, and I’m so happy that I was wrong about it, and man you’re just so cool and awesome and-” The electric zebra ranted, speaking so fast that Axel could hardly understand what was being said. Of course, Axel had stopped listening when Blitzle had admitted to feeling the same way.

“Blitzle...” Axel cut in, seeing that Blitzle was getting a little worked up again. 

Blitzle stopped talking immediately, focusing back in on Axel. The two seemed to have gotten shockingly close together. Their faces were almost touching now. When had that happened? Did either of them care? Certainly not right now. 

“Please. Call me Zephyr.” Zephyr said quietly, revealing a name that had remained so elusive to Axel. The ultimate sign of trust between pokemon.

“Zephyr…” Axel said, his eyes tearing up as he did so. This was everything he’d wanted and more. He felt like his heart was about to burst. Should he go for it? Go in for the kiss? Zephyr appeared to be contemplating the same thing, after all.

That’s when things went wrong. 

An unnatural chill filled the air, which made the cold sensitive Axew shiver. Shouldn’t it still be warm at this time of day? It wasn’t even winter yet. 

A cold mist shrouded the previously beautiful scene in a hazy fog, which made the two newfound lovers break away from each other, looking around in confusion. 

“Hey, Zephyr, what’s going on?” Axel asked, getting nervous once again. 

A different kind of nervousness than before. 

A terrified sort of nervous. Anxious, even. This wasn’t natural.

The shivering Axew and jumpy Blitzle looked to each other one more time, before whipping around to notice a large figure towering behind them. 

A piercing roar echoed over the scenic cliffside and throughout the town, sending waves of terror through Axel’s spine. 

Was this what he’d been sent here to stop? To defeat this creature? Kyurem? 

Axel knew then that he didn’t stand a chance. That he’d be gone soon enough. He'd been foolish to think he could live happily in this world.

The video abruptly cut as Kyurem launched a massive icicle spear directly towards Axel.

[mixsethaddams]

Flinching

Day 2 for @febuwhump. (Yes I know I'm late I'm catching up. I'll add all these to ao3 soon too, I just have something fun I want to post on there before I do.)

Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson

Words: 1325.

Warnings for Eddie having abusive childhood and having PTSD from being beaten, general mentions of abuse, major character death

Being a drug dealer had its upsides, supposed Eddie. 

Everyone already expected you to be twitchy and if you overreacted to a sudden movement then it was easy to pass it off as just trying to get your stash back in your pocket. 

The day Eddie was dropped off at his uncle’s trailer, he had a panic attack. 

Wayne put a hand on the boy’s shoulder while they stood in the doorway, waving off the CPS worker who had driven him there. Eddie knew what a hand on the shoulder meant. He knew that the second anyone else was out of sight or earshot, the hand would grip tight like a claw and hold him in place while he was punished for whatever it was he had done wrong. Eddie was so sure that his uncle would be different. Wayne wouldn’t be anything like Momma, right? That’s what they told him.

His stomach dropped when he felt the hand rest on his shoulder. Maybe this was just how all the adults in his life would be. Eddie felt the beads of sweat start to roll down the back of his neck. He frantically scanned through his memory of the last two hours, arriving at the trailer, talking to the CPS lady, greeting Wayne. He had been polite. He didn’t spill his water. He said ‘Please’ when he asked if he could refill his glass. Oh fuck, he hadn’t said ‘Thank you’. That was it, that what he would be getting beat for. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, his mouth dry despite the two glasses of water that he should have fucking said thank you for. Wayne closed the door and his hand squeezed Eddie’s shoulder. It was softer than what Momma would have done but it sent the bile to the back of his throat regardless. His head was swimming. Wayne looked much stronger than his Momma and his hands were much bigger. Maybe he wouldn’t use his hands. He might use something else. Eddie’s eyes strayed to the big buckle on his uncle’s belt. His knees gave out and he fell to the floor.

Wayne dropped to the ground next to him and Eddie couldn’t hear anything over the sounds of his own voice, crying for mercy for whatever what about to come. The blood was rushing in his ears and he already had his arms over his head to protect himself. 

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I swear I’m sorry. 

Eddie felt himself being held tight and for a split second he thought he was being choked. It wasn’t until he heard Wayne’s voice directly in his ear that he stopped his stream of apologies. 

Shhh now, shhhh, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, you let that all out now, come on, you’ll feel better after you’re done

Eddie was sobbing so hard he was gagging. He couldn’t see through the tears in his eyes. Wayne manoeuvred him into a proper sitting position and stroked his back until he stopped retching. There was a migraine building right behind his eyes from crying. Wayne was still talking. Telling him how they could stay right here on the ground for as long as he needed to, they could open the door back up for some fresh air if Eddie wanted, that he was safe now.

The summer sky was streaked with pink and orange by the time Eddie calmed down enough to look at Wayne. True to his word, he had stayed right alongside his nephew on the ground the whole time. His hand’s rhythmic circling on his back never once stalled. Eddie’s breath was still jagged but he felt more grounded now. Wayne smiled when Eddie lifted his head, and slid a hand onto his shoulder. 

Eddie yelped and jumped back like a scalded dog. He held his knees to his chest and pressed his back into the chair behind him. Wayne’s brow furrowed, and quickly put the pieces together. He swore to never put his hand on Eddie’s shoulder again, if that’s what he needed. Eddie was too afraid to say yes, but he didn’t need to. Wayne nodded his head, gave a soft Promise you, boy, won’t happen again, and they both fell back into silence.

They stayed on the floor until the next morning. 

The first time Wayne was called to the school to collect Eddie was only six months later. He had gotten into a fight. Some other boy had clapped a hand on his shoulder and made fun of him when he flinched away. When they got back home, Wayne sighed and said that he couldn’t lie, he was disappointed, that Eddie should just run when he’s scared, there’s no shame in running, you hear me? Wayne made the mistake of moving towards him a little too quickly as he spoke. Eddie passed out. 

Eddie knew his uncle was nothing like his Momma. He was nothing like his Pops either, or what he could remember of him. Wayne didn’t slam doors so hard the windows cracked, or scream at him for crying when he was upset. Didn’t take Eddie out of his bed in the middle of the night to steal a car that they told him was for money to buy food, even though the fridge stayed empty anyway. He stayed scared for a long time but Wayne guided him through the fog as best he could. 

It took them a few years to figure out all of Eddie’s little triggers. Some were obvious. Eddie would wince if someone told Wayne to keep that boy in check after he played his music too loud. Some were more subtle. Beer cans left in the sink would bring a memory of saving cans to bring to the junk yard in exchange for pennies. That’s usually what Momma did buy food with. They learned together how to go through life with Eddie’s childhood hanging over them like a dark cloud. They talked a lot, spoke out loud when they were puttering around the house, narrating movements despite how small the trailer was. This way, Eddie wouldn’t be surprised when he turned around and saw Wayne behind him, and Wayne could make sure Eddie wouldn’t bump into him by accident. Even so, there was a day when Eddie was eighteen, he swung his school backpack off his shoulder without realising that Wayne was so close behind him. The action knocked a coffee cup out of his uncle’s hands. Eddie wet himself in terror. 

He was never fully free of it. Eddie leaned into the shaky drug dealer vibe as much as he could. It was easier than thinking up some other lie as to why he twitched like a cat at every sharp movement. He let himself flourish his hands and swing his hair to cover up little quivers when someone’s voice got too loud. Whenever he was scared, he ran, just like his uncle told him to. Right up until he didn’t.

The first time Wayne touched Eddie’s shoulder again since that first day was when he saw him in his coffin. Animal attack, they told him. Wayne knew better. He didn’t live all these years in Hawkins to think that a bearwas the biggest thing in those woods. Some kids came and told him that Eddie had saved their lives. They had insisted that the right people go collect his body from the site of the supposed animal attack so he could have the send-off he deserved. He needs to be treated like the hero that he was, they told him. Wayne fixed Eddie’s hair so it rested around his face in the way he knew he’d like. He reached down and put a hand on his boy’s shoulder and bent to kiss his forehead, feeling the cool skin against his lips. 

I’m proud of you, Eddie, I am so damn proud of you.

[hopelesshawks]

Angst/Hurt no comfort idea:

When person A starts coughing up flowers they know what it means and who they’re coughing up flowers for. They also have no intention to fuck around and find out. When the choice is “definitely dying by way of slowly choking on flowers” or “maybe dying by way of slowly choking on flowers, but maybe not and actually getting true love or whatever instead” well that’s kind of a no brainer. So they resolve to tell person B about how they’re feeling pretty soon after.

Except they keep choking when the time comes (no pun intended)

Multiple times they work up the courage to tell person B how they feel and multiple times they end up chickening out at the last minute. So finally one day they resolve to really, truly do it for real. They’re gonna confess. No backing out.

But on their way over to person B, person A gets a call letting them know there’s been an accident or incident of some kind and person B has passed away.

And now not only has person A lost this person they love with their whole being, but they also are stuck with the knowledge there’s no way for them to cure their hanahaki without medical intervention. Which leaves them with an impossible choice:

Let the flowers grow until they die an excruciating death or allow a team of doctors to surgically remove the plant and in doing so remove every feeling they’ve ever had for person B, thus tainting the memories person A has left

[raydiationpoisoning]

Patrick Anton Tollie 1899-1932

Standing Pat 1932-