#all of the angst

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Chenford Crumbs Per Episode:  Episode 5x6 The Reckoning

#chenford crumbs #another one of my favorite episodes this season #but they have all been good honestly #chenford #chenfordedit #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #melissa o’neil #eric winter #gif #gifs #gifset #5x6 #the reckoning #i love them #faves #all of the angst #and the looks #im here for it all #i live for the slow burn #its so good

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I've been working on the final chapter of my Wind-centric fic, 'Fish Out of Water,' and I wanted to post a WIP of my current progress. I've been having some trouble wording this final chapter, but I managed to get this out, and I wanted to post it so y'all could let me know if it's any good!

To give some context for the story (which if you haven't read it yet you can find it here), Wind has been feeling isolated from the other members of The Chain due to his differences from them. He's tried to connect, but it hasn't really worked, save for Sky, who he found companionship with.

However, Wind and Sky recently got into a huge argument, causing a huge rift between them, and between that and various other incidents, Wind has decided to leave the group when they arrive in his world. It's been weeks of Wind being sad and unresponsive, worrying everyone.

They've arrived in the Great Sea, and he calls Tetra to pick them up and drop the others off at Windfall. Wind is happier than he's been in weeks, which they notice, and Wind decides to fake his happiness for one more day, so he can leave them without them knowing. Tetra picks them up, and they go sailing.

This is half a combat scene, half a heavy dialogue scene. I am not used to writing combat scenes, and considering this is a big emotional moment, I wanted to do this section justice. It is pretty angsty, so fair warning. Please let me know if it's good, if the action flows well, or if everything makes sense!

(The Queensguard is the name I gave Tetra's ship, and The Red Knight is the name I gave the King of Red Lions without the king's soul in it).

“Captain!” Zuko yells from the crow’s nest. “Big Octo off th’ starboard side!” Tetra tsks and pulls out her spyglass, turning towards the cluster of seagulls to her right. She tosses the telescope to Wind before he can pull his own out, and almost fumbles it before catching it, groaning and muttering something about Tingle Island as he spots the birds.

Four and Warriors look at the two in confusion as they step away from the wheel “What’s a Big Octo?” Warriors asks. “Is that like an Octorok?”

“Yeah, somethin’ like that!” Wind calls out over his shoulder, untying a rope attached to a small boat as Tetra leaves to direct her crew. “Big doesn’t mean rowboat sized, by the way. Big means larger-than-this-ship sized. With many tentacles and double as many eyes all which drag any ship down to Hy- to the depths.”

“So, what are we gonna do?” Four asks, turning towards Time. 

Wind scowls at being ignored in his own world. “We aren’t going to do anything,” Wind interrupts in a harsh voice. “I am going to sail over there and take it out.” He finishes untying the knot and is about to walk away when Twilight grabs his arm.

“What do you mean by that?” The rancher is holding his wrist tightly as Wind looks up at him defiantly. “There’s no way that we’re gonna let you fight this thing.”

“Why? Is it because I’m too young? Too inexperienced? Too fragile?” Wind yanks his arm out of Twilight’s grips and jabs his finger into Twilight’s chest. “Because the last time I checked, I’m the only one who knows how to kill this beast. I’m the only one who knows how to navigate these water. I’m the only one who knows how to throw a boomerang in a boat without tipping over.

And I’m sure as hell the only one who can fit in the Red Knight.”

Wind walks away from the group, with Twilight’s retort getting stopped on his tongue by Time putting a hand on his shoulder. “Okay sailor, this is your world. we’ll defer to you.” Wind turns, a look of shock in his face, like he never expected to be acknowledged by his former hero. “But, if anything goes wrong, you will call Wild on the slate. We’ll support you however we can from here.”

Wind gives a nod, and jumps over the railing into a small red dinghy with a figurehead of a lion frozen in the middle of a roar. “Tetra!” He calls out to his captain. “Lower the ship!”

Tetra gives a salute and a smile, and cuts one last rope, which drops the sailor’s dinghy right into the ocean. There’s a pause before a chime sounds, and the breeze changes direction and The Red Knight sails towards its target.

Tetra directs the crew, turning her ship to follow behind Wind as the rest of The Chain are standing in worry on the bow. Legend and Hyrule are still down in the lower deck, but the others have gathered beside a pacing Twilight.

Before anyone can say anything to offer comfort or assurance, a gigantic Octorok springs up from the Great Sea, bringing with it a giant whirlpool that threatens to swallow the entire ocean. The heroes gasp as Wind’s ship gets caught in the swirling water, but instead of sinking, he lowers his sail and rides the whirlpool.

He raises his boomerang, aims, and throws, launching it directly into 5 of the eyes on its back, causing it to screech and flail, tentacles crashing into the ocean, creating waves that nearly tip The Red Knight over. Wind just tightens his grip and grimaces as the kraken recovers much faster than he’s used to.

The sailor swears under his breath and kicks the deck of his boat, raising his cannon and pulling back to dodge a wave before firing a bomb right in the middle of its face. The monster lets out a terrible roar, and where at first its eyes are unfocused, looking at every movement across the ocean, it now turns all of its eyes to the young sailor, black blood slowly dripping from its fresh injury.

“...fuckin’ Zephos.” Wind mutters to himself, before pulling out his Gossip Stone. “Wild! This one’s got black blood!” He yells into the stone, ducking to avoid a tentacle that nearly takes his head clean off. “I got an idea! Tell Tetra to approach in range of the Big Octo! When I give the signal, I need you all to shoot at this thing’s eyes with as many arrows as you can!”

“What about my ship?!” Tetra yells over Wild’s shoulder into the slate.

“Don’t worry! I’ll make sure y’all’re safe!” Tetra can feel his grin through the slate, but before she can reprimand him he hangs up the call and shoots another bomb. Tetra drags her hand across her face before turning back to the crew.

“You heard him! Bring the ship in range! And you!” She whips around, pointing a finger at The Chain. “Make sure you don’t miss.”

It takes another trip around the whirlpool for Wind before The Queensguard finally gets in range, the other heroes drawing their bows as the pirate shooting bombs and narrowly dodging swipes the entire time. Wind has wound a rope around his arm, tied to the till to secure himself and steer with one hand while he mans the cannon with the other. He yells to hold their arrows until he gets to the opposite side of the Big Octo, so its attention can be divided between two vessels.

Just as he fires another bomb at the beast, right before he gets out of sight of Tetra’s vessel, it raises a tentacle and catches it mid-flight. Wind could swear it gives him a smirk before it throws the bomb back where it came from. Wind only has a second to react, pulling hard on the rope, causing the rope to rip into his flesh as he narrowly manages to turn out of the way of a direct hit, but he can’t avoid the oncoming wave, as the ship turns over and capsizes, dragging him under the water.

“LINK!!!” Tetra calls out as the young hero disappears behind the Big Octo, a similar cacophony coming from all sides of her ship, her crew and the heroes wailing like the breeze for the little sailor.

No response comes, however, as Tetra grips the railing of her ship so hard her knuckles turn while, a stark contrast to the blood seeping out of the kraken, who has now turned all of its attention towards The Queensguard. She braces herself for the impact of it’s outstretched tentacle, when –

*BOOM*

– a loud noise comes from behind the beast, a harsh screech erupting from its mouth as it twists around. A second passes before Wind appears on the other side of the Big Octo, still riding the whirlpool, standing atop his now overturned ship, the cut rope hanging loosely from his wrist, holding a bomb in his free hand with the bomb bag open beside him.

“NOW! FIRE!” Wind shouts as he throws the bomb at the Octo’s back, causing it to thrash and focus its gaze on the little hero. Before it can even finish turning around, however, a volley of arrows fly out from The Queensguard, slamming into the kraken’s thick skin and finding purchase in its eyes. 

The Octorok flails around, unable to find a target between its seared flesh and punctured eyeballs, black blood staining the ocean like oil, before a burst of light pierces its body and sails into the clouds, as the creature finally stops moving and flops into the sea, exploding in a burst of dark purple smoke.

Tetra looks on alongside The Chain, shocked and concerned, as Wind falls to one knee, dropping his bow as the magic used for the Light Arrow takes its toll. He thinks he can hear the others call his name, but he barely registers them as he allows his muscle memory to kick in, moving solely on autopilot as he jumps in the water to right his ship, all adrenaline leaving his body as he barely manages to climb in. He flops tiredly on to the tiny deck of his boat, heaving out tired breaths as he waits to get picked up by his captain.

It takes a while for The Queensguard to float beside the Red Knight, the large vessel moving with much less finesse as its miniature counterpart, the help that the first mate usually gives in aligning the two ships noticeably missing. When they finally get in position to reattach Wind’s ship to Tetra’s, the sailor is standing up, still tired, but still able to tie connecting ropes to his ship before they pull him up above the railing.

Warriors and Time catch Wind as he stumbles over the railings, with Hyrule offering red potions and healing magic, having come above deck with Legend during the skirmish, the latter still standing in the doorway.

It takes a few minutes, and a potion, before Wind can stand on his own, but he does manage it eventually. The crew are congratulating him on his victory, which Wind returns with sheepish smiles. The Chain are doing so, as well, but they are a lot more subdued in their praise, their worry seeping through the words.

All, except for Twilight, who is still pacing back and forth along the deck, nearly burning a hole through the wood. Wind raises his head and meets his gaze, which is enough of an invitation for Twilight to stomp towards the sailor, his expression darkening. Wind subconsciously takes a step back as Twilight looms over him.

“What were you thinking?!” Wind flinches at the rancher’s near-shout. “It was extremely dangerous to go alone! You could’ve gotten hurt! You could’ve drowned!”

“B-but I didn’t drown.” Wind stammers out, looking down in surprise at Twilight’s outburst. “I’m fine now.”

“That doesn’t make it okay! You shouldn’t have been out there!” Twilight glares down at Wind, almost as if he’s scolding one of the village kids. “You should’ve let one of us handle it.”

“Should’ve let – what?” Wind looks back up at Twilight , confused. “I couldn’t have let one of you handle it. I’m the only one who could have went out there.”

“No you’re not!” Twilight’s voice picks up in volume even more, his stress overtaking his common sense. “One of us could’ve sailed around.”

“But you couldn’t have. I’m the only one who knows how to sail a ship like that” Wind is searching Twilight’s face, wondering where these questions are coming from “And if one of you did know, you don’t know how to ride the whirlpools to survive. And none of you now how those Big Octo work!”

“Then you should’ve stayed here, let this ship approached with everyone!”

“That would’ve been so much worse!” Wind is getting louder, too. If the rest of The Chain and Tetra’s Crew weren’t paying attention before, they certainly are now. “Even we all shot at once, there’s no way we would’ve killed that beast before it counter \attacked, and it definitely would’ve sunk us all.”

“We’re heroes!” Twilight is slightly quieter now, his common sense returning, although his worry is still causing him to yell. “We’re fine taking that risk!” 

“It’s not your ship to make that call!” Wind is definitely yelling now, having gotten louder than Twilight at this point. “It’s Tetra’s! I’m not putting her, and her crew, and The Queensguard at risk! And if this ship broke, we definitely would’ve died. There’s no way we’d survive long enough in this ocean with no ship!

“And what do you mean you’ll take that risk?” Wind questions, with Twilight’s words having finally caught up to him. “Am I not a hero too? Can I not take that risk too?”

“NO! You can’t! Because you’re still a KID!”

Twilight’s statement hangs in the air as every stands still; even the breeze quiets as Wind just stares at Twilight, his face slowly morphing into one of anger, as Twilight dons a look of regret.

“So that’s what this is about. Of course.” Twilight flinches at Wind’s dark tone, although his voice is barely above a whisper. “Don’t trust the child to make any decisions, even if he’s the only one who knows how to actually deal with these monsters. No, he’s just a dumb little kid!”

“Why can’t you just fucking trust me!” Wind is definitely yelling now, gesticulating wildly and walking forwards, as Twilight now takes a step back. “It’s our rule to defer to the Link whose world it is! But you just couldn’t do that with me! ‘Cause I’m just a fucking kid! Your head is so far up your fucking asshole that you can see you food digest in real time! Maybe if –”

“ENOUGH.” Time’s voice rings out across the ship, quieting the two heroes. Twi’, go and cool off.”

The oldest turns to the youngest, putting a hand on his shoulder as Twilight turns away. “Wind, you know Twilight was just worried. You need to watch your language and apologize to him.” Wind stiffens at the reprimand, and just as Time is satisfied and begins to turn away, Wind answers back.

“No."

Time stops in his tracks, his face draining of all emotion as he looks Wind in the eyes. "What did you say?"

"Did you not hear me?" Wind says angrily as he knocks Time's hand off his shoulder. "Are your ears too full of seawater after being on a ship for only three hours? Are you that old? Or are you just that stupid?"

"Wind, stop it." Four answers from behind the sailor. "That's going too far."

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, shortie. You're no better than them." Wind whips around, pointing a finger at Four who stills at the insult. "You went to ask Time about how to kill the Octo, even though we're in my world, and facing one of my monsters.

"Okay, that's enough Wind. Let's just calm down." Hyrule goes to pat Wind's arm, but the young hero turns and grabs him tightly, dragging him down with a pained yelp.

"If you try to touch me again, I will break your fucking wrist." Wind harshly drops Hyrule's wrist, who hisses in pain as he rubs his already fractured wrist.

Everyone is stunned into silence, Tetra and her crew watching on in muted horror, the breeze picking up in speed, almost as if it's responding to its namesake's anger. Wind takes a deep breath as he speaks up once more.

"I'm done.”

“I’m just done. I’m just fucking done.” Wind’s voice echoes across the vessel even as the breeze kicks up around them. “I am done pretending to be cordial, pretending to be your little brother, pretending to be okay. I thought I could fake this until we got to Windfall, but I couldn’t even manage that.”

“I am done taking your disrespect of my world, of my journey, of ME.” Wind’s words are getting frantic, eyes darting to glare at every member of The Chain, each one standing slack-jawed.

“I am done having my experience disregarded just because I’m a kid. I mean, you all know that I’ve been on more journeys than half of you, right? Yet somehow, you still see me as lesser, treat me as lesser. Jumping in front of blows I could have dodged, berating my strategies, and complaining when I FINALLY get to take charge in a fight! All because, what, I’m below some arbitrary age limit to be a hero? Fuck that!”

“Whenever I talked to you about my shit, you just ignored me!” His voice pierces the heroes’ hearts more than the gale whipping around them. “You’d look at me with pity, like a dumb child whenever I asked about things I didn’t know, while talking to each other about things that you all understood! Whenever I tried to do that, you’d say you didn’t know, and brush me off!”

Wind turns to point at Sky, who cowers under the attention. “And the only person who I THOUGHT would understand me fucking HATES me now!” Wind is shouting, now, his words carrying even over the burgeoning storm and crashing waves.

“You all thought you were protecting me, but all you did was HURT me! EVERY time, you were only HURTING ME! You all are too stuck in your own trauma to see you’re not the only one hurting! I’ve already been through my shit, you weren’t PROTECTING me from ANYTHING! All you did was isolate me!!”

Wind’s voice quiets ever so slightly, but the breeze only gets stronger, everyone straining their ears to hear the sailor. “I don’t belong here, with you guys. You all made it more than clear enough. It’s fine though, I don’t want to be with you guys either.”

“Like I said, I’m done. I’m leaving.”

Wind looks down at the deck, tears forming in his eyes as he stands there, naively waiting for someone to say something, one last spark of hope, that someone might convince him to stay. Maybe he would listen.

But they don’t say anything.

If Wind looked up, he would see the panic, the fear, the sadness in their expressions, and maybe he would think twice about his words. Maybe he would understand how much they care for him, how much they need him, not because he’s a capable hero, but because he’s their brother.

Maybe, if one of the heroes spoke up, they would tell him that he isn’t alone. That they understand what it's like to be isolated, for their young age, for their status; from their homes, from their loved ones, from their worlds.

If Wind looked up, maybe somebody would be spurred into action, someone would say something, anything to apologize, to get him to stay, and he would listen.

Instead, all they give him is silence, and all Wind hears is acceptance.

“Right. Of course.” Wind sniffles. “When we get to Windfall, we’re dropping you off, and you can all go continue your blasted fucking quest, and I’ll finally leave you guys behind. I’ll finally stay home.”

“This is good-bye. Hopefully forever.”

Wind runs below deck, shoving Legend out of the way and slamming the door behind him, the sound of the old wood and heavy breeze shaking the ship, knocking The Chain out of their minds and into the present, where they finally realize what just happened.

Wind is gone.

(I promise there will be a happy ending, but that will come at the ending!)

#linked universe #lu wind #fanfiction #wip #lu twilight #lu four #tetra #all of the angst #this is a big moment so i want to do it justice

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Benophie Week 2023: Day 7

Thank you everyone who has given such positive feedback to my meagre offerings this week. Thank you @benophieweek for organising this week.

Here is my final offer, rounding off the week with some good ol' angst. Based on todays prompt, an excerpt from another modern role reversal WIP: The Road to Ruin & Beauty

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“Hey, look at me.” Sophie pulled Benedict back to her, so she could look him in the eye. “I’m yours and no one can change that,” she said fiercely.

She could lose her independence, her inheritance, her freedom. But she would not lose him. She would go to hell before forsaking him.

Benedict looked back at her, tears still slipping down his cheeks.

“But Phillip Cavender can.”

He scraped something off the bedside table and presented it to her. A ring that felt ten times weightier when she wore it, regardless of the ostentatious jewel at its centre.

With bile in her stomach she took the ring, suddenly cold. She looked up to see her beautiful Benedict with cracks in his blue eyes. “And he will—it is only a matter of time.”

#benophie week 2023 #benophie #an offer from a gentleman #the road to ruin & beauty #angst #all of the angst #modern au #heiress Sophie #tatooist Benedict #sophie beckett #benedict bridgerton

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okay so some context. I’ve been working on this with the lovely @therummonster and this is part of the larger product.

For some info, this is a ninjago au- divergent style. But things are very very different

Enjoy

TW: possessive behavior. Threats. Mentions of suicide

If you can’t handle any of their right now, focus on yourself!

Thanks for reading and enjoy!!!

Lloyd - The Knife scene

The initiates are lined up by the targets, throwing knives after that rowdy show with the guns. Lloyd hangs back, attempting to treat his arms. After last nights…… experience, his hands are broken and bruised. As he’s wrapping them with gauze, Lloyd spots a single initiate doing better than any. Kai, the newest Abnegation in Dauntless. He’s measuring out his throws, and following the move of his hands, trying to copy the movements that Morro showed at the beginning. Kai hits the target every time, he’s not accurate yet but he’s hitting the target and it’s sticking. However on the other side of the field; Pythor, a Candor transfer, hadn’t had a knife stick yet. He wasn’t even going to go pick up the knives after he’d thrown them. He’s stolen from other initiates, and his target block was littered with knives. Lloyd turns to look at Morro, as he starts to speak.

“Initiates, I see you don’t seem to understand what you're doing,” Morro intones, “It seems that my demonstration hasn’t been enough.” Lloyd knows what's coming, and begins to unwrap the bandages already on his arms, knowing that Morro will tell him to take them off. “It’s a good thing,” Morro continues “ that we have an expert in the knife throwing field here today.” He turns to Lloyd, “Lloyd my dear, remember to take off your bandages before you start,” He turns back to the initiates and orders them, “ Everyone watch, Lloyd is known as the best knife thrower in the entirety of dauntless.” The room goes silent.

Lloyd can feel the blood dripping down his palms as the knife digs into his fingers.He prepares to throw, following his normal throwing routine.

‘Breathe in,’ The knife is gripped in his hands.

‘Breath out,’ Wind up the throw.

‘In,’ He closes his eyes.

‘Out’ He throws.

Again and again he throws, more and more blood slipping onto the hilt of his knives. Lloyd can’t help but feel upset about the blood he’ll have to clean off of his knives. But still he throws, ignoring how much blood that he’s lost, he knows if he stops throwing that Morro would tell him to continue, and won’t let him stop until he passes out from blood loss. After a few minutes, he pauses to go recollect the knives from each target he’d thrown them at.

At each human shaped target, the major arteries are all hit, and the head has been pierced with a bullseye. His knives are lodged firmly in the wood as he goes to pull them out, smearing the handles with more blood. He returns to his station, and looks to Morro to see if he should continue. Normally he’d stop and walk away, but if he did that today, Morro would report him and make sure that he’d be forced to take missions underneath him. Lloyd didn’t want to have to spend more time with Morro than he had to, after all, it felt like he was always watching Lloyd.

Morro nods, and Lloyd sits back down, rewinding the bandages already stained pink from the blood beforehand. He can’t leave for the infirmary yet; the lesson is still going on, but he can wrap his injuries. After he finishes wrapping his arms, he goes to help the initiates. He tells one of them(Lloyd thinks her name is Skylor, but he really can’t be sure) that their stance is wrong. He shows another initiate that their knives angle is slightly off. Lloyd tries to ignore the rapidly descending vertigo, and he continues to try and help the initiates.

After a few more minutes, it’s clear he can’t really stand anymore, stopping his rounds to lean against the wall. His bandages are soaked in red. Lloyd needs to go to his room, he’s got gauze, disinfectant, and he’d sequestered a suture kit a while back. He doesn’t turn to Morro this time and instead continues out to his room. Morro calls after him.

“Lloyd, my dear. Where are you going?” he asks, peeved.

Lloyd doesn’t reply. He no longer cares that he’ll be assigned more missions with the creep. All he cares about is that he makes it into his room before he passes out from blood loss. Lloyd shivers at the thought of fainting in Morro’s arms when they were initiates. He’d always end up in Morro’s room and without fail, he’d end up locked in the small space and would always have to pick the lock with one of his daggers. He shakes himself out of the stupor he’d fallen into. This just makes him more worried. He needs to get down into his rooms. He’d modified part of his refrigerator into a medical grade blood bank. Before she’d thrown herself off of the Dauntless Cliffs, Vania had helped him modify it, since she’d worked and created private blood storages back in erudite. He barely makes it into his room before he falls over.

He lets himself rest, before he throws himself into hurriedly making up what he needs for a fresh blood transplant. He grabs the IV and one of the fresh bags of blood, and begins the process. He makes sure to rebandage his wounds, before Lloyd sinks into blissful unconscious, only able to mourn the loss of a good knife throwing lesson. They were always his favorite when he was an initiate.

Lloyd dreams of knives, of the shi-shink that the knife makes as it whistles through the air, the thud of the blade landing firmly in target wood, the slow drips of his own blood sliding off of his blades. He dreams of destruction and death and misery, and yet feels comfortable in it, even revels in it. He dreams of dark green horns,so dark they’re almost black. Lloyd dreams of horns reaching into the air, of a bright light, of screaming. He dreams of his father. His father reaching down to kiss him, calling him “my little lloyd”. Garmadon telling him he loves him. His beloved father, dead of an overdose. His moth-.

Lloyd snaps awake. Looking over at the IV stand, he sees the blood bag is out. As he goes to replace his bandages, the clock reads 12:00 AM

It’s been 4 hours. Lloyd sighs, and begins the arduous process of unwinding and rewinding his wounds. After the mess of a dream he’d had, he doubts that he’d even get another wink of sleep tonight. Besides, he counts himself lucky, normally he gets 2 to 3 hours.

He gets up, knowing that it’s probably a foolish thing to do, and heads down to the shooting range. He’d forgotten his knives in his hurry to avoid getting kidnapped again. This always seemed to happen when he taught the initiates something. Either way, he wanted to grab his knives and maybe see if he could catch one of the more promising initiates to practice with. Now that he was thinking about it, Lloyd didn’t think he talked to kids his age very often. After all, at his choosing, he was the only 14 year old choosing and even then, the 15 year olds that had transferred had avoided him like the plague and before the choosing, well no one had wanted to be a friend to the son of Abnegation's most influential senator. He liked the idea of having friends his age, but as his position implied, it wasn’t meant to be. Lloyd sighed and continued on his way. However he winced once he got to the shooting range since Morro was there, and he was seemingly waiting for someone. As he came closer, Lloyd started to slow down. He was looking for his knives, but when Lloyd spotted them, he froze. Morro was holding his knives.

Morro finally spotted him and called out to him. “My dear! Come join me!”. He patted the seat next him. Lloyd sits down, and scoots slightly away, then realizes his mistake and moves back. Lloyd gulps and he pleads, “Can…can I have my knives back?” Morro looks at him and doesn’t reply immediately, then after a few minutes of staring, Morro says “Not yet, come sit closer.” Lloyd doesn’t want to, but without his knives, he’s useless. He scoots closer. Morro takes a good look at his arms and gestures towards them. “Take those off.” Lloyd freezes. Those bandages are the only things keeping him from bleeding out. Morro repeats it again, and Lloyd protests.

“No, I am not taking the bandages off!” he mutters. Morro of course hears it, and replies “ If you don’t want one of the initiates to end up like poor old Vania, you’ll take them off”

Lloyd begins to hurriedly take off the bandages, ripping the few blood clots that had begun to form, restarting the bleeding. He’d always thought that his closest friends committing suicide year after year had been them not being able to stand his presence, but Morro was impling he had something to do with them. Lloyd came to a startling revelation “Did…..Did you push my friends off of the cliffs?!” he questioned, tears running down his face, sobs jumbling his words as they fell out of his mouth.

Lloyd couldn’t believe it. No, he could believe it, he could believe that Morro was a murderer. Morro’s silence said volumes. Lloyd continued to sob more words tumbling out of his mouth, “Why did you do it?! I knew you were creepy and messed up but this……this is too much,” Lloyd’s sobs resonated through the fighting pit. Morro’s grin turned saccharine. “My dear, Of course I did, after all I couldn’t have my dear star corrupted by all those evil people,” he crooned. He continued “after all, you only need me, to trust me. I can keep you safe, locked away from all those bad individuals, and help you finally achieve your true potential.” Lloyd froze. “What do you mean, locked away?!” he questioned, his blood turned to ice. Lloyd knew Morro was a creep, he knew he watched him, how could he have missed the signs. He snatched away his knives, or attempted to as Morro caught his hands.

“Don’t try to run my star, you won’t get away.” Morro lulled, face coming closer as if he wanted to kiss Lloyd. Lloyd drew his hands back and moved to run away, then froze. If Morro knew how he was close to Kai, to any of the initiates, they'd end up dead on the floor of the chasm, just like Morro said. Morro took this as a sign Lloyd was accepting his position. “Oh my star, you finally understand now don’t you,” he crooned, grabbing Lloyd’s bloodied hands and pulling Lloyd closer. He was almost on Morros lap now. Holding both of Lloyd’s hand’s in one of his, Morro’s other hand running through Lloyd’s silky hair. Lloyd struggled for a while, trying to get his hands free, but stopped knowing that if the psychopath behind him thinks he’s doing this for someone else, they’ll end up dead by morning. Lloyd’s knives are thrown behind Morro and all of a sudden, Lloyd gets very very dizzy. He pulls his arms out of Morro’s suddenly weaker grasp and begins haphazardly rewinding the bandages around his arms. Morro also gets up, following behind him for a few moments, then pauses. He states as if nothing happened “I’ll see you tomorrow, for the end of the pit fits.”

Lloyd stood there for a few minutes, then grabbed his knives, or tried to. His knives were damaged, and his favorite, the only one possession he took from his mothers house when he chose, was cracked. He grabbed the rest of them, and threw them into the night. He only stopped when his hands were red with the blood of his reopened wounds.. As he sank to the ground, he held his head in his broken hands, his hair being stained red. A migraine begins pounding through his head as he stumbles to his room, his knives clutched in his 2 broken hands. Little do either know, an initiate was watching the entire thing happen, and that the word would be out by morning.

THE NEXT DAY

Lloyd got out of his room, hands bandaged, and even though his eyes were lined with dark circles, he looked as if nothing had happened, But if one looked closer, they would see his hands trembling and his nails digging into his bandaged palms, bringing little wells of blood to soak the bandages. As he walked, he kept a firm hand on his knife kit. Today was the final day of pit fights, and the last day before fear simulations. He shivered. Lloyd hated the fear simulations, but after last night, he was welcoming them. According to dauntless protocol, Lloyd didn’t need to be there for the fear simulators. After this final day, Lloyd can finally request a transfer into a different job. He shivers, knowing that he’ll have to do that in secret too.

Lloyd is so caught up in his dreams of freedom, that he doesn’t notice the whispers and the dirty looks aimed at Morro once he gets into the class. The initiates crowd him, asking questions about “if he’s okay” and “ did he really do that?!”. That question gives him pause.

“Who did what?” He asks curious, he knows it can’t be about what happened the night befo-.

“Did Morro really threaten to kill one of us if you didn’t listen?!” Pixal asks, worried.

Lloyd freezes. He doesn’t know how they found out, but he hopes Morro hasn’t heard yet. He shushes her and the rest of the initiates, and tells them, “We can’t talk about this here,but-.” He’s yet again interrupted by Kai….. and Morro. They’re arguing about something, and Lloyd stiffens again. He continues quietly, hoping Morro’s too invested in the argument, “but, as I said before, I work part time in a tattoo shop. If you need to talk to me, you can visit me there.”

He turns around, and there Morro and Kai are. Kai has reintegrated into the group of initiates, and Morro is standing in front of him, staring expectantly, either that or he’s just staring. Lloyd can’t help but shudder thinking about last night. He felt like throwing up at the sight of him. ‘Hold it together Lloyd’ he thinks to himself ‘once this is over, you can apply for a full time job at the tattoo parlor and finally be free of him.’

Morro announces the fights happening today. “Kai, Pythor,” he announces, “since you are the top two initiates of the initiate group, you shall fight last.” He turns to the next pair of initiates, “Skylor, Nadakhan, since you two are the fourth and third respectively, you shall fight first.” He turns to the rest of the initiates and tells them “you don’t have to stay for the first fights, but you will have to stay for a final special fight with real weapons.”

Lloyd freezes. He knew today had been too good to be true. His bandaged hands shake and his nails dig into already slightly bloodied bandages. He breathes in and out. Lloyd just needs to survive today. Even with the reassurance that he’ll be out of Morro’s grip soon, he still shakes. Kai comes up to him, even though he should be stretching.

“Hey, you okay?” he murmurs.

Lloyd doesn't really know what to say.

“I’m…fine?” he hesitantly says, “ Aren’t you supposed to be preparing for your fight?”

Kai looked slightly bashful, “I thought you looked a little pale. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” he murmured.

Lloyd forced a laugh. “ I always look pale Kai,” He paused, and then continued “but if I look different I just couldn’t sleep. Either way, you should get prepping, Skylor and Nadakhan’s fight is starting soon, and with both of them,” he paused, thinking about the likely possibilities and after a few minutes, he continued, “this fight ends quick with Skylor knocked out, or Nadakhan surrendering, and Skylor is very good at making her hits hurt.”

Kai shifted his weight from leg to leg, wary of leaving. “ I just want to make sure you're okay. After the…rumors of what had happened last night, I thought maybe you wanted to talk.”

Lloyd went even paler. His face was almost white as bone, and he turned to clasp Kai’s shoulders in a bone-bruising grip. He whispered, eyes in pinpricks, panic evident in his voice, “There were rumors?!”. He was terrified at the thought of everyone finding out what had happened last night.

His train of thought was interrupted by Kai gently removing Lloyd’s trembling hands from his shoulders.

“It’s going to be okay,” he murmured. Just as he was going to continue, the bell signaling the end of the first fight rang. It startled them both, and they rushed to see what had happened. Just as Lloyd had predicted, Nadakhan had yielded the fight after Skylor had kicked him in the balls.

Kai and Pythor had to get into the pit, but before he left, Kai asked him to meet him after the initiate fights today. Lloyd had given him the address of the tattoo shop he currently worked part time in. The tattoo shop was a safe haven for him, and Lloyd couldn’t help but want to help Kai. Only two years ago, he’d been in the same position. He’d wanted to be a tattoo artist when he first came to dauntless. However dauntless leaders had approached him to ask him to teach initiates for a year. As a 14 year old, it’d seemed like the opportunity of a lifetime. Now it was more like a prison.

After Kai and Pythors fight started, it was clear to see that one of them was far better than the other. Pythor’s feeble punches and evasive stature showed a pattern. He couldn’t outlast Kai. Most fighters were either strong in bulk or strong in stamina. Pythor had neither. It was evident that while Kai hadn’t prepared for the fight, it was highly in his favor. Pythor was moving in patterns, but Kai fought like a wild street dog. He was fast and powerful, fighting ferally. There was a way to beat Kai though. If Kai was stuck in an armlock, then there was a chance that his head could be bashed into a wall, or the ground. Kai didn’t have very strong kicks, so he couldn’t kick himself out.

The fight progressed as predicted, as Pythor slowly wore himself down. Kai began to score harder and harder hits, until Pythor fell unconscious. Kai walked out of the arena, painting and out of breath, but if the fight had gone on longer, he could have lasted.

Lloyd breathed in, and held his breath. He’d almost forgotten about the ‘announcement’ Morro’d made at the start of the fights, but it’s all coming back to him now. He tries to breathe out, but it doesn’t feel natural. He isn’t getting any oxygen. Lloyd takes faster and faster breaths until he’s hyperventilating. He tries to calm himself down, counting backwards from 100-1 but it doesn’t work. His fingers begin to curl into their familiar coping mechanism, his nails beginning to dig into his bandaged palms. It helped break him out of his spiral, but once he’d uncurled his fingers, his nails had left bleeding crescents in his hands. He tuned back into reality when he heard Morro speaking.

He was only able to catch the tail end of the announcement, but luckily, that confirmed everything he needed to know. Morro and his lackey- Bansha, were heading down to the Pit after introducing the subject of the special fight; Sword fighting. Since Bansha was one of the best swordsmen in the compound, she and Morro were definitely going to fight, and that meant that Lloyd could leave early!

He slipped out of one of the small doors that lead to a staircase that he’d found led discreetly to the tattoo parlor. Once he climbed up the stairs, he took a right into a deserted hallway then a left into the more crowded halls of the dauntless commons. From there all Lloyd had to do was unlock the backdoor to the parlor, and there he was, at the ‘Royal Ink’.

The Royal Ink was the best tattoo parlor in dauntless, and one that was populated and often visited by leaders of dauntless. The only leader that didn’t enter the parlor was Morro and that wasn’t really a problem. Most of the tattoo’s regulars(excluding dauntless leaders) despised the man and his minions. His radical beliefs and unregulated changes to dauntless rules, didn’t stick well with many people.

Lloyd breathed a sigh of relief as he walked over to the employee sign in desk on the right. This was a familiar place, a place he’d spent most of his free time over the last few years

He signed himself in, saying hi to Tadpole and Therum, the heads of the tattoo shops employee’s.

“Hey Lloyd,” Therum pulled him aside, “we got your transfer!” Their partner, Tadpole bounded up to them and jumped over their shoulder, talking at light speed, “ WE CAN’T WAIT TO HAVE YOU HERE AS A FULL TIME EMPLOYEE,” They calmed down, and pulled something out of their bag, and continued, “ soooo, we’ve got a welcome to the studio gift for you!” they gave the parcel to Lloyd, as they continued to bound around him, “soooooo,” they asked “do you like it?.”

Lloyd was stunned into silence. The gift was an apron with his name as well as tattoo designs that he’d helped create embroidered upon it. It had rhinestones and glitter, and as a staple of Tadpoles creation, there were little flowers embedded among the strands of thread. Lloyd couldn’t do anything but nod his head, his face frozen in a permanent smile. He might have felt like shit after the last few days, but the Royal Ink always made him feel better. As he tied it on, he noticed Therum pulling Tadpole off to the side, and as he was putting his hair up, he heard them conversing slightly. Before he went to his usual station, Tadpole had bounced up to him again, their face looking slightly down. “Therum has something to tell you,” they said solemnly, and pulled Lloyd into a big hug, then continued, “ and remember,” they paused again, face falling a little more, “ no matter what happens over the next few months, me and Therum are always here for you”. Lloyd had no idea what was happening, and went to go talk to Therum as they were waving them over. Again, like Tadpole, Therum’s face was crestfallen, as they yet again pulled Lloyd into a big hug. As they released Lloyd, they gripped his shoulders, as they told him the news. “Along with the approval of your transfer, I also got some bad news,” they paused, taking a deep breath as to calm themselves again “Leader Choiret had 2… conditions for the transfer. The first condition was that you had to continue working under him for the remainder of initiate training.” they paused again as if bracing themselves for what they were going to say, “the second was that, you had to move into his quarters for the remainder of the-,” Therum had to pause and take in a few breaths before they continued, “for the remainder of the initiate season.” Lloyd was frozen in place, until Tadpole and Therum engulfed him in a hug, reminding him that he wasn’t alone. He should have known Morro would pull this sort of trick, that he’d do anything to keep him close because he was creepy and obsessed. He felt Therum and Tadpole’s arms around him, reminding him that he had people on his side. He pulled out of the hug, and tried to smile at the two artists.

“Well , “ he said, trying to push through the utter dread he felt at going to live with Morro, “ I guess I need to start packing”. Lloyd moves to leave the shop, but Therum catches his hand. He winces, and the 2 artists finally notice that his hands are weeping red. He’s pulled into a back room where Therum sits him down, while Tadpole grabs the bandages they usually reserve for Lloyd.

After they apply the bandages to their liking, they remind him not to take it off, and if he needs to work, he shouldn’t work too hard.

Lloyd shifts himself to his tattoo bench with his materials and begins to doodle tattoo ideas. His hands hurt, but designing was the only way he could be able to take his mind off of the new news. As he continued to draw his ideas out, patterns began to emerge.

Black clouds, horns spiraling from the dark, towering spires, and locked cages were all things that featured often in his tattoo’s. The dark tattoos weren’t the only things he drew since a lot of Lloyd’s tattoos were flower based and were a popular choice that his clients enjoyed. Only a few of his clients wanted the darker items, and he normally just doodled them, but an unknown client wanted him to tattoo one of his smaller darker pieces; clouds with towering spire-like horns. Lloyd continued to doodle and had a few good ideas for brighter designs, but inevitably continued to draw darker and darker designs. Soon the market place was deserted, and the moon was high in the sky.

Lloyd was tempted to take a long walk, but he knew he shouldn’t wait any longer. He started the walk down to his old home. He didn’t have much to move, a side effect of living alone,and the few things he had were precious. His book of old languages, a few pairs of sweatpants and comfy shirts, a sweater Therum and Tadpole had made for him, and a picture of his dad. Joining those things were the apron he’d gotten today, his dauntless assigned pistol and his knives. He fingered his oldest knife. The one his father got him, the one that was cracked the night before. As he slipped it back into its sheath on his hip, he couldn’t help but look around at the only home he’d ever known. He was leaving the only home he’d ever known. Lloyd was scared. He didn’t show it very often, but now that he was leaving one of the only safe havens, he couldn’t help but feel even more frightened.

He didn’t really have anyone to rely on anymore. Tadpole, Therum, hell even the initiates were in danger near him. He had to do this on his own. Lloyd continued packing and as much as he wanted to run as far away from dauntless headquarters, he couldn’t. Just like how his mother could have found him if he’d run away when he was young, Morro had the power to track and find him immediately. Again he sighed, his facade had slipped for a second and he steeled himself. If Morro found a single weakness in his armor, then it’d all be over. He’d win. And Lloyd would never be free again.

TBC

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Anyway! If y’all want more just send me an ask! Art is on its way for this one!

also there is a prequel in progress

and a giant document about the realationships in the story

#ninjago #divergent #thank you my beloved Therum! #lloyd angst #all of the angst #more on the way! #:3 #art also on the way #btw gay #gay #and more gay

[reckless-enough-serenade]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Lockwood & Co. (TV), Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, brief Lockwood/Original Character Characters: Lucy Carlyle, Anthony Lockwood, George Cubbins | George Karim, Holly Munro, Not Enough Kipps Additional Tags: Post-Book 03: The Hollow Boy (Lockwood & Co.), Angst, Lockwood is not well, unexpected meetings on moonlit cases, bittersweet conversations, Rain, Kissing, Some Light Stalking, Eventual Happy Ending Summary:

Post THB

After Lucy's departure from the agency, Lockwood's sanity is hanging by a thread. He tries very hard to stay away, but he can't resist the urge to see Lucy again.

This chapter is T but future chapters will be M.

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Please continually harass me until this is finished. It’ll be 3-4 chapters I think.

#lockwood & co #locklyle #fic #all of the angst #but I'll fix it I promise

[salty-rey]

I gotta work on a drawing for the Ruin dlc

#angst #all of the angst #sundrop #moondrop #eclipse

[mysticfoxdesigns]

The Black Ring Promise

I have posted a new fanfic! This time a BNHA one

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Preview

Since Tenya could remember, Tensei’s friends had always been in his life. After school, he would be greeted by the group playing video games together or studying for their teacher’s licenses in the living room. And according to Tensei, they were even there to hold him when he was a newborn. As he grew up, they took on more of the aunt and uncle titles, as Tenya grew closer with the pros.

Uncle Shota was very reserved and tired, but he always was interested in what Tenya had to talk about. He would give sound advice, and even laughed along with some of the things that Tenya would say. He was still his grumpy self though, which made it even more confusing how he ended up with the loud mouth of the group.

Uncle Hizashi was uncle Shota’s husband, Tenya knows cause he was there for their wedding, along with their son Hitoshi. He was very bubbly and loud in front of the media, but Tenya knew the real him. In his private life, he did quiet down a bit as he grew older, but there were still times when him and Tensei fought for the brain cell, leading to some weird conversations and ideas. He was an agent of pure chaos, only able to be calmed down by his more mellowed-out husband, maybe that's why they were so perfect together.

Of course, there were several others who Tenya considered close. There was uncle Sekijiro and Ryo, who had also gotten married, leading to an inside joke among Tensei’s friends about furries. There was also auntie Emi, who could light up a room with a single joke. She constantly asked uncle Shota to marry her, but that seemed to have been an inside joke from their high school days.

But non held a flame like auntie Nemuri. To the public, she was the R-rated hero, tempting men and some women with her very risque hero costume. She was playful and flirtatious, leading to several very, interesting interviews. But to her closest friends and private life, she was almost the opposite. Sure she still told several very inappropriate jokes and stories, but she was very intelligent as well. She was caring and thoughtful, and was the group's “mom friend”. Tenya remembers the nights that she would babysit him, when she would gladly make his favorite food and watch old American cartoons with him.

One thing that stood out about her though, was the black ring she wore on her right middle finger.

#bnha #bnha angst #bnha iida #iida tenya #bnha midnight #nemuri kayama #angst #all of the angst #manga spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #no beta we die like midnight

[kaphyr]

The Long Defeat Update | Chapter 62

“I could no longer discern what was real and what was fake. Everything, including the present, seemed to be both too much and nothing at all.” ―Clemantine Wamariya, The Girl Who Smiled Beads: A Story of War and What Comes After

Izuku goes to a party with Kacchan. Part 2.

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Fic Summary:

After a decade of separation, Katsuki and Izuku meet. They are both heroes but on different sides where it matters.

Eijirō has a lot of figuring out to do. He’s got OFA and no clue how to honour this legacy and is even more confused about the feelings he’s having for a middle-ranking hero.

Shigaraki is lost in the wake of AFO’s defeat and frustrated with the League of Villains and its partners’ progress. He’s got destruction at his fingertips and he’s itching to use it.

Or

The way too political dekubowl no one asked for.

[Updates every 2 weeks on Sundays]

#bnha fic #the long defeat #mha fic #bnha izuku #bkdk #sgdk #all of the angst #and the slightest of comfort

[bibbysstuff]

do not worry im still gonna draw them silly and cute together teehee

#fanart #fan art #my art #the amazing digital circus kinger #tadc kinger #the amazing digital circus #kinger x queenie #tadc queenie #the amazing digital circus queenie #the amazing digital circus art #ah yes #yummy angst #for u all :) #kinger x queener #tadc queener #the amazing digital circus queener

[littlelightfish]

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

#dungeon meshi #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #if someone wants to write a fic on this #@ me #PLEASE I WANT TO SEEEE #or dm me so i actually see it #please #if someone makes something of this post... #swnd me an ask with a link #this post exploded i cant with all the notifs #i wouldnt know if someone @'d me #i did a tags recap down on the notes and wrote a bit of #chilchuck angst #for the simps out there #my shit

[sttoru]

“c’mon, megumi. tell me what’s botherin’ ya.” satoru pouts at megumi, his arm thrown around the boy’s shoulders. you watch the scene unfold with a tense smile.

megumi was exhausted from school, training and so much more. the teenager’s patience was wearing thin. especially with satoru almost pressuring him into telling you both what’s weighing on his mind. when all he wants is to be left alone at the moment.

the tone satoru’s using to talk to megumi only pisses the high schooler off more and more. it’s fatherly. like he’s still the little child satoru took in and cared for. it pissed megumi off, along with everything else;

“you’re not my dad, so stop fucking acting like you are!”

you freeze. satoru freezes. megumi freezes. time freezes. the silence was deafening. no one was moving. your eyes flicker over to satoru’s and your heart shatters in a million pieces.

satoru’s hurt. so hurt. it’s visible and he’s not hiding it — not hiding it like he usually would behind a wide grin. his blindfold and glasses aren’t there to hide the way his face falls either.

“i know.” satoru whispers. his voice lost its cheery tone, his eyes have lost their spark. the sorcerer slowly distances himself from megumi. a bitter chuckle leaves his lips. a futile attempt to hide his shaky voice, “i know.”

all you could do is stand there in shock. megumi doesn’t know what to do after his little outburst either. and satoru. . . well, satoru is the first one out of the room. you hear his breath hitch as he walks past you. you see his eyes twitch. the strongest, in tears.

#me when i see all those pov’s on tiktok and couldnt help but write this down rq #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk angst #gojo angst #ok bye LMAO

[bet-on-me-13]

The Summoner

So! Danny is not the Ghost King.

But he still has a good relationship with a LOT of Powerful and not-so-powerful Ghosts in the Zone. So much so that they have given him their Summoning Circle's with a blanket permission to Summon them any time. Not like they have much else going on...

This all leads to a hilarious situation where Danny can't use his Powers for whatever reason and is forced to Summon his friends for help. In front of a group of Heroes.

He has to explain everything to them, but accidentally convinces them that he has Summoning Magic and the Ghosts are all on his Contract. He also mentions Saving people from Ghosts and the JLA realize that he is a child Hero.

They ask him if he wants to join Young Justice, and Danny hesitantly agrees.

Now Danny is on Young Justice and the entire team thinks that he is a Hero with Ghost Summoning Magic.

And his name isn't Daniel "Commit to the Bit" Fenton for no reason.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Danny is a Summoner #Or that's what he tells everyone #Danny explains the situation to all of his friends and they find it absolutely Hilarious #What if one day Constantine is with them and Danny has to Summon Clockwork for help? #“How the FUCK did you manage to get the EMBODIMENT OF TIME on your Payroll?!” #Danny is forced to become Phantom one day and the Team thinks that he let himself get Possessed #That or they think he straight up died #The potential or Angst and Crack fills me with inspiration!

[dawnatlas]

(raven neil au) im having so many thoughts about them all the time

#forever partners.... #i miss them so bad #aftg #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #my art #all for the game #aftg fanart #the sunshine court #tsc #following me must be fun #its always a gamble wether I'll post angst or silly doodles lmao #neil josten #nathaniel wesninski #jean moreau #raven!neil #all for the game fanart #all for the gay #forever partners

[hopepaigeturner]

Wait what happens next??? Who are the others figures who arrived?

I’m obsessed with this au😍

Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing this AUs version of the Sparrows…

No.1= No name,a floating box with untold/unknown power..

No.2= Edwina Sharma-> control gravity

No.3= Felicity Featherington-> manipulate chance (think Domino)

No.4= Posy Reiling-> ability to make individuals go to sleep or into a trance (where she can sometimes control them).

No.5=George Crane-> superhuman strength (unlike Phillip, George was never experimented on by his father).

No.6= John Stirling-> telekinesis

No.7= George St. Clair-> Empathetic Masochism AKA any harm done unto them is reflected on the other.

No.8= Richard Abernathy-> control plants

All eight are united in their hatred for the Bridgerton family. That damned family who five years ago killed their siblings in a freak lightning storm. A hatred so deep that they’ve been chasing the Bridgertons for five years. A hatred so deep they’ve decided to ally themselves with Harold Durant's government agency–no matter how shady they all suspect Durant is...

Hence the opening S3 fight between Sparrow, Umbrellas and Bridgertons that is escalated by the presence of weaponised government agents. Fire, ice, metal, electricity and more is being flung around the renowned mansion. Benedict finally sees why none of Sophie's siblings survived entering the ring with her.  The rest of the family find out what the twins’ powers are–and wonder how on earth Eloise and Phillip cope with them. Anthony is running around the house because the initial blast separated him and Kate from Neddy. 

Finally he finds Neddy, quivering under a table as some guards march down the corridor, guns raised. 

Tne entire corridor tuns to fire, the guards turn to ash. 

“Neddy!” he cries, arms open and the little boy runs into his fathers arms, sobbing,

“Papa, papa!”

“It's ok, you're safe, you’re safe. Papa is going to keep you safe,” he murmurs into his curls, clutching him tight. 

“Anthony!” He turns to find Kate running towards him and they clasp onto one another.

“We need to find a way out,” he murmurs into her hair and she nods.

“I know a way, we just–”

“Anthony Bridgerton.”

Anthony freezes. He slowly pivots round to find Harold Durant at the end of the fiery corridor with a cheshire cat smile. In his hand a red pocket watch.

“I assume this is your resignation.” Anthony’s grip on Neddy tightens. Durant cocks his head. “A pity, but I’ll collect my collateral soon enough–and isn't it a pretty little thing.”

“You will not touch him,” Anthony says through gritted teeth.

“Oh Anthony, we’ve known each other for years now, surely you know that when I make a deal,” the fire lights up Durant’s face in demonic shadows, “I always get my due one way or another.”

“My son is not for sale, you vile pig. Go find something else.” Kate shouts.

“That is a shame…in that case tell your family that they need to pay all that debt they owe. I’m sure Benedict will be delighted with his new permanent position.” 

Durant’s face is obscured by another flame of fire from Anthony who has gone deathly pale. He turns to find fury as hot as the fire in Kate's eyes,she pulls Neddy off him..

“You will explain–later.” She takes Neddy and cradles him, holding him as far away from Anthony as she can. “Right now we need to get the hell out of here.”

#hope answers #hee hee #all of the angst #kanthony #what did Anthony do... #the umbrella academy au #bridgerton #bridgerton family #I'm glad you're enoying the AU! #this AU has a grip on me and it ain't letting go #the umbrella academy #sparrow academy

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#all i know is when this comes out in may im gonna be obsessed #warning yall now #kind of want to read this book now too #bridgerton #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #love #polin #the angst is too good #the chemistry damn #Nicola Coughlan #luke newton #season 3

[charlietheepicwriter7]

G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̏̃n̵͙̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀Wa̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉

It was a simple mission. Damian was working with Father to confirm the existence of a Lazarus Pit below Gotham, as Ra's Al Ghul speculated. And they had found it, deep in the caves below Gotham. A Pit the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool, bubbling and steaming. He'd only looked away for a moment.

"Kin-slayer."

Standing waist deep in the water stood Damian's reflection. The hair might be white, and the eyes glowing with the waters, but it was his face. But not his face alone.

Danyal's ghost glared at him. "Get in the water."

Father threw a batarang at him, but the metal flew straight through his head like it was air. Danyal didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Damian. "Get in the water," he ordered again. He stepped closer to the shore and the green water sloshed up the bank higher than it was before. "Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Gotham will die. So get in the water."

Damian's heart jumped into throat. "Wait-"

"Get in the water."

Father shoved Damian behind him, as if it would protect him, as if he could stop Danyal. "Stop this, please-" If he could just explain-

Another step and the waters surged forward, nearly touching Father's boots. "I'll make whirlpools so profound, your entire family will drown," he promised.

"NO!" Not his brother, his kind brother-

"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" Danyal snarled, revealing monstrously sharp teeth and a black tongue from Damian's poison. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" He lunged and Father pushed them back down the passage they'd come. "Don't mistake this for a bluff, brother. You've lived more than enough. Just get in the water." Damian swallowed, throat dry. Was this Danyal's revenge? Did he finally have to face what he had done?

"Robin, who is this?" Father snapped, trying to keep retreating down the cave. But Damian wouldn't let him; the waters, and Danyal with them, would only follow.

Danyal looked between them, scowling. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" he snapped again. "I'll take your father and gouge out his eyes, unless you want to stop being a coward and choose to die. Now... get in the water."

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #Danny: I've been sent to collect all the souls that have escaped various afterlifes for evading ghost taxes or whatever #Danny: *notices the brother who killed him is on the list* #Danny: Oh i'm going to traumatize the hell out of him #c: danny fenton #c: danyal al ghul #c: damian wayne #c: bruce wayne #i know i promised bruce angst but i'm pretty sure he's plenty angsty right now even if it's not his PoV #i've been listening to epic the musical on repeat and thought of this